10. Chapter 10
Gunner was reviewing supply manifests when Zara walked into the medical tent.
He knew immediately why she was there.
Spring thaw had started that morning. Temperature rising. Ice melting. And with it, enhanced females' cycles shifting toward fertile.
Zara had been waiting for this.
She was wearing her EMT uniform, but she'd modified it. The shirt was unbuttoned to her navel, showing the deep valley between her heavy tits. No bra underneath. Just smooth skin and the curve of D-cups that were made for breeding.
She'd put on makeup. Subtle. Professional. But enough to highlight her eyes, her lips.
And she smelled like sex. Preparation. A woman who'd decided exactly what she wanted and how to get it.
"Commander," she said. Voice calm. Clinical. "I need you to examine me."
Gunner set down the tablet. "Medical issue?"
"Fertility assessment." She walked closer. Her hips swayed with each step—wide hips, thick thighs, generous ass. The most voluptuous woman in the settlement. Built to carry children in a way that made every male take notice.
She stopped in front of him. Close. Her tits were at eye level, the unbuttoned shirt showing everything but her nipples.
"I've tracked my cycle," she continued. "Confirmed ovulation this morning. Prepared myself physically. I'm at peak fertility. Ready to conceive." Her eyes met his. "I need a thorough examination. The kind that ends with your cum inside me."
Direct. No games. No seduction.
Just clinical precision applied to breeding.
Gunner's cock hardened immediately.
Zara's hand moved to her shirt. Started unbuttoning the rest. "Every time I watched you with Isabella. Every time I heard Gabriela through the walls. Every time I treated you in this tent and smelled your scent and felt my body respond."
The shirt came off. Her tits were perfect—heavy D-cups with dark nipples, soft and full, made for feeding children. They swayed slightly as she moved, the weight of them obvious.
"I've been soaking through my underwear for six months wanting this," she said. "Touching myself every night thinking about your cock inside me. About you breeding me. About carrying your child like Tasha and Gabriela."
She hooked her thumbs in her pants. Pushed them down along with her underwear. Stepped out of both.
Naked. Completely bare in front of him.
Gunner's enhanced senses catalogued everything. Wide hips made for birthing. Thick thighs with soft flesh over hard muscle. A soft belly and feminine curves. Her pussy was bare, already glistening slightly.
Where Isabella was lean combat muscle and Gabriela was small and tight, Zara was built to be filled. Curves everywhere. Soft where she needed to be, strong underneath.
She walked to the medical table. Hopped up. Spread her thighs. "Now examine me, Commander. Please, tell me if I'm ready to be bred."
Gunner crossed to her. Stood between her spread legs. His hands went to her waist—he could barely span it, his fingers sinking into soft flesh.
"Heart rate," he said.
"Elevated. Approximately 110 beats per minute."
His hands moved up. Cupped her tits. Heavy. Full. Her nipples hardened immediately under his palms.
"Sensitivity?"
"Heightened. Ovulation increases nerve density in breast tissue. Touch feels more intense." Her breathing quickened as he thumbed her nipples. "Like that. Harder."
He pinched. Not gentle.
She gasped. Arched into his hands. "Yes. Just like that."
His hands moved down. Over her soft belly. To her thighs. Spreading them wider.
"Arousal state?"
"Moderate. Will increase with stimulation." Her clinical tone was cracking. "I've studied enhanced sexual physiology. I know exactly what my body needs."
"Show me."
Zara's hand moved between her legs. Two fingers sliding into her pussy. She was tight, gripping her own fingers with obvious muscle control.
"Vaginal lubrication adequate," she narrated. "Muscle tone excellent. Cervical position optimal for conception." She pulled her fingers out. They were slick, glistening. "I'm ready, Commander. Physically. Biologically. Mentally."
She brought her wet fingers to his mouth. "Taste."
Gunner sucked her fingers clean. She tasted sweet and musky and fertile. Spring heat chemistry making her body peak for breeding.
"Assessment?" she asked. Voice breathier now. The clinical precision slipping.
"You need to be bred."
"Then breed me."
Gunner pushed her back on the table. Pulled her hips to the edge. Got on his knees between her spread thighs.
"Wait, what are you—oh fuck—"
His mouth covered her pussy. Tongue sliding through her folds, finding her clit, circling it with deliberate pressure.
Zara's clinical control shattered immediately.
"Oh god. Right there. Don't stop. Use your tongue—yes, just like that—"
He worked her with enhanced precision. Reading her body's responses. When her thighs tensed, he backed off. When she relaxed, he increased pressure. Building her toward orgasm with surgical accuracy.
"Fingers," she gasped. "I need—two fingers inside—curl them up—find the—oh FUCK—"
He slid two fingers into her tight heat. Found the spot she needed. Pressed hard while his tongue worked her clit.
Zara came screaming. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, rhythmic pulses he could feel against his knuckles. Clear fluid gushed over his hand. Her heels dug into his back, trying to pull him closer.
"Don't stop don't stop don't stop—"
He didn't. Kept working her through the first orgasm. Built toward the second.
She was narrating even as she came. Medical precision fighting biological response. "That's—oh god—that's the anterior fornix—enhanced stimulation causes—fuck I can't think—"
Second orgasm hit harder. She went rigid, back arching off the table, a high desperate sound tearing from her throat. Her thighs clamped around his head, holding him in place.
When she finally went limp, she was shaking. Gasping. Her clinical control completely gone.
"That was..." She couldn't finish the sentence.
Gunner stood. Stripped fast. His cock was painfully hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Zara's eyes went wide. "Jesus. I knew you were big but—"
"You can take it."
"I know. I've studied the biomechanics. Enhanced flexibility, increased elasticity, accelerated recovery—" She was babbling. Nervous. "I just didn't expect it to look so—"
He grabbed her hips. Lined up. Pushed the head of his cock against her entrance.
"Oh fuck. Okay. Wait. Let me—" Zara took a breath. Tried to relax. "Slow. Go slow at first. My body needs to adjust to—"
Gunner pushed in. Steady. Inexorable. Filling her inch by inch.
Zara's mouth fell open. Her eyes rolled back. "Holy shit. You're so deep. I can feel you in my—oh my god—"
He bottomed out. Buried completely in her tight heat.
She was molten inside. Slick and hot and gripping him like a fist. Her pussy squeezed rhythmically, trying to pull him deeper even though there was no more depth to give.
"Don't move," she gasped. "Just—give me a second—you're so thick I can barely—"
He pulled out slowly. Drove back in.
Zara screamed. Not pain. Overwhelming fullness. Pleasure so intense she couldn't process it.
"Too much. You're too big and I'm too full and—oh fuck—do it again—"
He set a steady rhythm. Deep strokes. Filling her completely with each thrust. His hands gripped her soft hips, fingers sinking into flesh, holding her in place.
"Yes. Just like that. Deep. So fucking deep—" Zara's clinical control was gone. Just a woman being thoroughly fucked, losing herself in sensation. "I've wanted this for so long. Watched you with the others. Heard them scream. Wondered what it would feel like—"
She wrapped her legs around him. Locked her ankles. Pulled him deeper.
"Harder," she demanded. "Breed me. Fill me. Put a baby in me—"
Gunner fucked her harder. The medical table creaked with each thrust. Her tits bounced wildly, heavy flesh moving with the impact. Sweat dripped between them, making her skin gleam.
"I'm going to come again," she gasped. "Already. Your cock is hitting—there's a spot deep inside—enhanced g-spot stimulation—oh FUCK—"
She came clenching around him. Squeezing so tight he could barely move. Fluid gushed around his cock, soaking them both.
He kept fucking her through it. Didn't slow. Didn't stop.
"Too much. I can't. I'm too sensitive—"
"You can."
"I can't take another—oh god—I'm going to come again—"
She did. Fourth orgasm. Back-to-back. Her body was a live wire of sensation, every nerve firing, every muscle clenching.
Gunner's control finally broke. He buried himself to the base and came with a roar. Flooding her pussy with load after load. Enhanced recovery meant he came harder and longer than baseline men, filling her completely.
Zara sobbed. Her hand pressed against her belly, feeling him pulse inside her, feeling the heat of his cum flooding her womb.
"Yes," she whispered. "Yes. Give me all of it. Breed me. Make me pregnant—"
He stayed buried deep while his cock pulsed. Making sure every drop stayed inside her. Marking her. Claiming her.
When he finally stopped, they were both shaking.
He started to pull out.
"No." Zara's legs tightened around him. "Stay. Just for a minute. I want to feel you inside me while your cum—while it—" She couldn't finish. Too overwhelmed.
They stayed connected. His cock still half-hard inside her. His cum leaking around where they were joined, dripping onto the table.
"That was..." Zara's voice was wrecked. "That was better than I imagined. And I have a very good imagination."
Gunner smiled slightly. "We're not done."
"What?"
"You wanted to be bred. Properly. That means multiple rounds. Making sure it takes." He pulled out slowly. His cum leaked from her pussy immediately—thick and white against her darker skin.
Zara stared at the mess. At how much there was. "Jesus. Is that all from—"
"Enhanced recovery. I can go again in minutes."
Her eyes went wide. Then darkened with renewed arousal. "Minutes?"
"Less."
"Oh fuck." She laughed. Slightly hysterical. "I studied enhanced sexual physiology for months and I still wasn't prepared for—"