4. Chapter 4 #2
Gunner kept fucking her through it. Didn't slow. Didn't stop. Just drove into her tight heat while she shook and sobbed and begged.
"Turn over," he commanded. "Hands and knees."
Gabriela scrambled to obey, still shaking from the orgasm. Got on all fours, her pregnant belly hanging between them, ass in the air.
Gunner gripped her hips. Positioned himself. Drove back into her pussy in one brutal thrust.
She screamed into the pillow. Muffling the sound so the whole settlement didn't hear how hard he was fucking her.
This angle was deeper. So much deeper. He could feel himself hitting the end of her, stretching her, filling every inch. One hand gripped her hip hard enough to bruise. The other pressed against her swollen belly, feeling their child inside her.
The biological satisfaction of it hit him like a drug. Breeding a woman who was already pregnant. Reinforcing the bond. Marking her with his scent and his cum and his dominance even though she already carried his child.
His. His woman. His baby. His to protect and fuck and breed.
"You feel that?" he growled, hand pressing harder against her belly.
"Yes!" Gabriela sobbed into the pillow. "I feel it. I feel everything. You're so deep. So fucking deep—"
He fucked her harder. Each thrust deliberate, powerful, making her small body jolt forward. She braced herself against the headboard, trying to stay upright, but he was relentless.
"Whose pussy is this?" he demanded.
"Yours!"
"Whose baby are you carrying?"
"Yours! Your baby. Your woman. Everything's yours—"
"That's right." He leaned over her, covering her smaller body with his. Mouth at her ear. "And when this baby is born, I'm putting another one in you. And another. Going to keep you pregnant and bred and full of my cum until you've given me a dozen children."
Gabriela came again. Hard. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, squeezing so tight he could barely move. She was gushing, making a mess of them both, screaming Spanish profanity into the pillow.
Gunner's control finally broke.
He buried himself to the base and came with a roar. His cock pulsed, flooding her pussy with load after load. Enhanced biology meant he came more than baseline men—hotter, thicker, longer. Filling her completely, more cum than her tight pussy could hold.
It leaked out around his cock, dripped down her thighs, soaked into the bed beneath them.
He stayed buried deep, feeling his cock pulse, feeling her pussy squeeze and milk every drop from him. The biological imperative satisfied—alpha breeding his female, marking her, claiming her.
When he finally stopped coming, they were both shaking.
He pulled out slowly. Watched his thick white cum leak from her pussy, drip down her thighs. Watched her try to clench, to keep it inside, instinct demanding she hold his seed even though she was already pregnant.
"Don't move," he ordered.
Gabriela stayed on her hands and knees, ass in the air, his cum dripping from her used pussy. Breathing hard. Trembling.
Submissive. Bred. Claimed.
Perfect.
Gunner's cock was already hard again. Enhanced recovery turned minutes into seconds, refractory period barely registering.
Gabriela looked over her shoulder. Saw him thick and ready. Her eyes went wide.
"Already?"
"I'm not done with you."
"I can't. I'm too sensitive. Too used—"
"You can." He pulled her up, positioned her in his lap. "And you will. Ride me."
She hesitated, straddling him, his cock pressing against her cum-slick entrance. Gabriela bit her lip. Reached down. Gripped his shaft—thick, still wet with her arousal and his cum. She positioned him at her entrance.
Then sank down.
"Oh fuck," she gasped. "Oh fuck, I'm so full—"
She was even tighter this way. Gravity helping him sink deeper, her pregnant belly pressed between them, swollen tits bouncing with each small movement. Gunner watched her face—eyes half-closed, mouth open, struggling to adjust to his size all over again.
"Move," he ordered.
"I'm trying. You're so deep. I can feel you in my stomach—"
He gripped her ass. Lifted her up his shaft, then pulled her back down hard.
Gabriela screamed. Threw her head back. "Fuck! Do that again!"
He did. Used his enhanced strength to lift her like she weighed nothing, then slam her back down onto his cock. Her tits bounced wildly, heavy and swollen, nipples dark and hard. Her belly pressed against his abs with each downward thrust.
"Touch your tits," Gunner commanded. "Play with your nipples while you ride me."
Gabriela obeyed. Grabbed her swollen tits, squeezed them, pinched her nipples. They were sensitive—pregnancy making them ache, making every touch almost too much.
"They're going to get bigger," Gunner said, watching her. "When the baby comes. Going to fill with milk. Going to leak when you're aroused. And I'm going to suck them dry while I fuck you."
Gabriela started moving on her own now, lifting and dropping, taking him deep with each stroke. "You can't say things like that. I'll come again—"
"Good. I want to feel you come on my cock. Want to feel your pregnant pussy squeeze me while you milk me dry."
She was riding him hard now. Bouncing on his cock, pregnant belly jiggling, tits moving with each impact. The wet sounds of her pussy taking him filled the room—obscene, primal, perfect.
Sweat dripped between her tits. Ran down her belly. Mixed with the cum still coating her thighs.
"I choose you," she said again, riding him faster. "Every day. Every time. Not because I have to. Because I want to. Because you make me feel safe and owned and—fuck, I'm going to come again—"
"Then come." Gunner's hands gripped her ass harder, helping her move, slamming her down on his cock with brutal force. "Come on my cock. Show me you're mine."
Gabriela came screaming. Her pussy clamped down on him like a vice, rhythmic pulses squeezing his shaft. She collapsed forward against his chest, still impaled on his cock, shaking and sobbing.
Gunner wrapped his arms around her. Held her while she came. Felt her pussy milk him, trying to pull his orgasm from him.
He thrust up into her. Once. Twice. Three brutal strokes.
Then came deep inside her already-full pussy. Adding to the mess, flooding her with another load, marking her again and again.
When he stopped, Gabriela was limp against him. Boneless. Completely spent.
His cum leaked from her pussy, dripped down his balls, soaked into the bed beneath them. She was a mess—sweaty, covered in fluids, exhausted.
Beautiful.
Gunner held her. One hand on her belly, feeling their child. The other stroking her hair.
"Sleep," he said quietly.
"Mmm." Gabriela was already drifting, still impaled on his cock, his cum leaking from where they were joined. "Tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow you rest. Eat. Let Tasha handle the research for one day."
"Okay," she whispered.
He eased her off his cock carefully. Laid her on the bed. She curled immediately into fetal position, hand pressed protectively against her pregnant belly. His cum leaked from her well-used pussy, soaking her thighs, dripping onto the sheets.
She looked thoroughly fucked. Claimed. Bred.
Perfect.
Movement in the doorway caught his attention.
Isabella stood in the shadows, leaning against the frame. Storm was asleep in the carrier against her chest, but Isabella was wide awake. Had been there for at least the last five minutes, watching Gabriela ride him, watching the pregnant woman come screaming on his cock.
Pack Second, monitoring pack dynamics. Making sure Gabriela was being properly serviced. Making sure the pack hierarchy was maintained.
Their eyes met. Isabella's gaze dropped to Gabriela—exhausted, cum-soaked, thoroughly used. Then back to Gunner.
She nodded once. Satisfied.
Message received: Gabriela was cared for. Bred. Satisfied.
Isabella disappeared without a word, taking Storm back to their quarters.
Gunner stayed where he was, watching Gabriela sleep. Her breathing had already evened out, exhaustion claiming her completely. She shifted slightly, murmured something in Spanish, pressed her hand harder against her belly.
Even in sleep, protecting their child.
Gunner watched her. Then reached for the tablet on the nightstand. Pulled up Gao's research files that Gabriela had been working on.
Scrolled through genetic sequences. Degradation patterns. Failed treatment attempts.
There.
Buried deep in encrypted notes.
PHOENIX CONTINGENCY
He opened the file. Read.
His blood went cold.
Naturally-born enhanced children represent unprecedented genetic value.
Stable modifications inherited through natural conception rather than artificial enhancement protocols.
Cellular integration superior to any lab-created variant.
Recommend immediate harvesting for genetic material.
Subjects: Phoenix (Volkov), Storm (Santos), any additional enhanced offspring.
Parents are secondary assets—genetic templates for replication but not essential to research goals.
The word "harvesting" appeared seventeen times in the document.
Harvesting.
Like his children were crops. Resources to be extracted and studied and used.
Gunner's hands tightened on the tablet. Enhanced strength cracking the screen.
Gao had planned to take his children. Cut them apart. Study them. Use them.
The rage that hit him was black and absolute.
He set the tablet down carefully. Didn't want to wake Gabriela.
But inside, something shifted. Locked into place.
Voss was coming for his pack. For his women. For his children.
She thought she could collar them. Control them. Harvest them.
She was wrong.
Gunner looked at Gabriela sleeping against him. At the belly that held his child. At the cum still drying on her thighs, marking her as his.
Then he looked at the ceiling. At the settlement beyond. At the twelve hundred people depending on him to keep them alive.
And he started planning.
Not defense.
Annihilation.
Anyone who came for his children would die screaming.
Every. Single. One.