Content warning: this story has scenes of reluctance, free use, and contains topics such as breeding, fertility and infertility. Descriptions of group sex of all combinations (not a prominent part of the story).
Zavnir stories are set in a post-apocalyptic world at a colony called Zavnir - a utopia embedded inside and around a mountain where all its citizens are genetically engineered to perfection and its climate/environment is carefully controlled by advanced, geothermal powered technology. Any story in this series can be read as a stand-alone.
Sehnsucht - a German word for longing, desire, yearning, craving. Thoughts on things one wishes to attain, wanting things missing in life that will complete us.
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"There is a fire burning at the heart of Zavnir. It is up to you to determine where it shines its light."
Celene stared up at the words painted on the concrete walls of the inner sanctum. Underneath the quote was a painting of Zavnir mountain with sparkling lights of the mountain shining through the dawn. In the background, a rising sun peeked over the horizon. The paint depicting light spots was tinged with a kind of bioluminescent substance such that it literally shone through the imagery.
Zavnir was deemed the final bastion of humanity. When nuclear war decimated the world and left most of it as Wastelands, a few survivors built the Zavnirian colony out of nothing. Through generations of research and intense will to survive, they perfected genetic engineering so that humanity - or rather altered and improved humanity - can live on. Early Zavnirians focused on genetics and artificial wombs in order to perfect the next evolution of humans. Now there are more of them, they've branched out to environmental sciences, nanotechnology, and radiation scrubbing technology as the next stage to reclaim Earth.
And although Zavnir boasts a stout population of nearly ten thousand people, it isn't nearly enough of them to fix the world. There is always more to be done. Once Zavnir had achieved the impossible and created humans that could survive in the toxic wastelands outside of their verdant mountain, the surviving world had started to
demand
that they do more. So for years, the solution was to contract out their best and brightest out to the shambling dystopian cities around the world, subletting them to the wealthy and powerful still clinging on to power after the world had ended. It was for the best for them to help out their fellow man.
Celene sighed and headed back to her office where she sat at her small computer to finish up a report on her research on skin grafting. Her whole life was dedicated to medicine and she chose to research skin grafting as they received many intakes from the Wastelands that needed it from radiation burns or other injuries. When she was in general medicine, she saw a little girl screaming in pain while it looked like half her face was burnt off from some sort of accident outside of Zavnir. She heard there was in-fighting among the nomads over resources and the colony accepted treatment for the girl who was caught in the middle. She learned about the persistent skin diseases from radiation and toxins on top of accidents caused injuries and thought it would be best to apply herself to studying skin and skin grafting.
With her report done, she had a few more minutes before she had to leave. She accessed the colony's vast library from her console via a bookmark - she probably used that bookmark at least once a day. It was in an excerpt of an old religious text called the Bible and it spoke of the world's first man and woman called Adam and Eve.
When she finished reading her favorite blurb, she had a quick dinner at the cafeteria, the AI serving up the portioned out tray of food. She got a message on her personal device from Nathaniel in the middle of eating. He didn't bother greeting her as they messaged each other so often.
Are you ready?
The pit of her stomach did a little flip at the words he sent her. She was ready.
A different sort of fire burned within her. Even if she was a medical researcher by day, by night she was a missionary. Celene was going to shine a light on a world that once was and lead the way to bring it back.
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She would usually meet him in the comfort of his room on the nights Nathaniel had time to spend with her. Unlike the standard rooms the majority of Zavnirains lived in, Nathaniel was one of the very few that enjoyed a larger room due to his position at the Head of the medical department. The bed was larger and sat in the middle of the room instead of pushed against the wall in a room pod. Not only was there space for a computer and workstation, there was also seating around a low table. His bathroom was also larger and had a bathtub beside the standard shower unit. The only person in the mountain with a larger, more luxurious room was probably the Overseer.
However on most nights Nathaniel was too busy. He always seemed to have an endless litany of people to meet and talk to if he wasn't coordinating with his team on the next major project. Although many people envied being in a position of power like that, Celene knew the amount of work and responsibilities it came with. Some people were born with the propensity to do that kind of work: Nathaniel just happened to be one of them.
But unless he had to be on the other side of the mountain for a meeting or travel away from Zavnir on a project, he always found time to be with her. Even if it was ten, fifteen minutes at most, he would call her over. It was stupid but it made her feel good. Who else had the Head of a department wanting to see her at least once a day? Especially someone over two decades her senior?
There were less people at the offices that time of day, Celene only saw a handful at their desks or speaking quietly at a digital writing board. The emptier parts of the office were dark but automatically flickered on fluorescent lights as she moved by, the bulbs humming in their metal cages. She found him in his personal office working at the computer. He only looked up to stop her from pressing the console to close the door.
"I'm waiting on a report," he explained. "Please keep it open."
Celene only felt a microsecond of unease - Zavnir was infamously 'open' and she certainly was no prude having grown up in the colony. She's had her days of horny public sex when she freshly turned eighteen. It honestly gets old pretty quick. She shrugged and went to him.
"Do you need the vibrator?" Nathaniel asked.
"I don't think so," Celene replied. He had pushed away from his desk to make space for her to kneel in front of him.
"Horny, huh?" Nathaniel chuckled as she made quick work of the front of his pants. His erection was already straining against the zipper; it eagerly broke free from its confines to her face as she undid the zipper. "Same. I've been thinking about you all day."
She couldn't help but smile as she eagerly latched onto his cock with her mouth. Her eyelids fluttered in arousal as she swallowed as much of his cock as she could, the gorgeous man sitting before her almost too beautiful to behold. Of course, everyone in Zavnir was beautiful - good skin, luscious hair, perfect bodies and the ability to age like fine wine was literally coded into every Zavnirian. But Nathaniel was a particularly fine specimen even as he pushed towards his fiftieth year.
"Good girl," he murmured down at her, caressing her head as she bobbed up and down on his dick. Even his precum tasted good. "Good girl. Pleasure me and I'll give you what you want."
Celene moaned, working harder to please him. They've done it so many times she knew what he liked: Nathaniel wanted it loud and sloppy. More precum pooled in her mouth as she made more sounds, mixing in with her saliva drooling down the sides of his hardness. Nathaniel swore and finally pushed her off him and urged her to stand, then to sit on the table in front of him. She hiked up her standard issue skirt up to her waist and scooted forward so her ass was perched at the very edge of the desk.
"I want to hear you beg for it," Nathaniel said breathlessly as he pulled off her panties and threw them on the floor. "Beg for my cum. Tell me to breed you."
"Please, sir, I need your cum," Celene said, drawing him close as he unbuttoned her shirt at a frustratingly slow pace. "Please... I'll be your good girl."
"Yes, you will." Nathaniel finally opened her shirt, letting her breasts free from the fabric confines. He groaned as he palmed on, weighing the soft roundness in his hand. "You fucking will."
The tip of his dick trailed down her exposed wet slit and found purchase at the right spot. He merely needed to shift a little and it was the right angle to slide into her; again, they had done this a lot. But every time it was thrilling. Every time, Celene thought she was the luckiest girl alive; every single time, Celene believed it would be the moment she was born for.
"So fucking beautiful," Nathaniel said with his eyes glued to their joining. His cock parted her slippery labia lips and pushed inside her. They both moaned as he filled her, then pulled out to start thrusting.
She fucking loved it. It's the way his muscles rippled with every movement, the heat of his skin on hers, the hungry look in his eyes, the way his fingers dug into her flesh as her pussy slicks over his cock over and over again. The delicious pleasure warmed the pit of her belly until it clawed its way through to the surface, or orgasm building as his cock hit the right place inside her.
Through the haze of pleasure, she heard a soft knock at the door. "SIr, your report," a male voice said. Nathaniel didn't stop. He gave a grunt in response and didn't let Celene twist around to see who it was. She didn't recognize the voice.
"Put it on the chair there," Nathaniel panted out. Celene swore his dick twitched and he was thrusting harder. "Then wait until I finish."
Wait until he finishes?
It meant this person was going to watch them. Celene bit her bottom lip to stop the protest from spilling out. Nobody liked a woman who complained, especially not Nathaniel. His movements became more erratic, gaze more heated: it turned him on so she might as well follow through with it.
"Say it," Nathaniel whispered down to her. "Fucking say it."
Celene flushed. Having sex in front of other people wasn't a big deal, it happened all the time. Publicly doing all the things that accompanied sex wasn't a big deal either, although dirty talk did sound a little silly when you're not involved with the action itself. But Nathaniel asked this of her so she'll do it. She'll do anything for him. "Breed me, sir," she moaned, thrusting up to meet his thrusts. "Please, give me your cum and breed me."
