"DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU ARE HERE, RECRUIT?"
        I look straight ahead with my back straight at attention. I am in deep shit.
        "BECAUSE I FAILED MY PISTOL QUALIFICATION."
        "AND WHY DID YOU FAIL YOUR PISTOL QUALIFICATION, RECRUIT?"
        The Spartan II petty officer stalks me like a lion. Circling just out of my line of sight, daring me to flick my gaze onto her for a split second for her to have an excuse to lunge at me. 
        "B-BECAUSE I MISSED THE TARGET."
        The glittering insignia on her shoulder are even higher than my head. A hulking colossus of engineered super soldier that could kill me if she came around a corner too fast and didn't see me. A tank would hit softer than her. Then I realize I made the mistake of looking at her shoulder instead of straight ahead, I flinch as she smiles deviously, knowing how much she scares me. A Spartan already sounds big on paper, but up front? In the flesh? They're wider and taller than you could ever imagine. Radiating power and authority, like a black hole just sucking in everything around them. They demand attention especially in their armor. Giant metal plates just made for protection really, a Spartan II is deadly enough without it. 
        The Spartan girl stoops down to make fun of our size difference. Pushing her helmet inches away from me. A burning danger mere inches from my face, I'd prefer bungee jumping into an overheating blast furnace. How much bigger? How much stronger? Those are stupid questions. I already know the answers. Eight feet, 800 pounds, and far over eighty times stronger than you. I mean why even wear the armor? She doesn't need it. The armor shifts loudly like a hydraulic press as she gets comfortable.
        "MY NAME IS MAY 182. YOU MAY ADDRESS ME AS PETTY OFFICER MAY OR MAY."
        "Yes, May."
        "GOOD."


        May stomps towards the firing range with me following in her footsteps. I can see the prints left in the ground by her weight. Pushing down the hard soil into "little" Spartan shaped boot prints. 
        "THIS IS YOUR WEAPON, A M6G MAGNUM. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"
        I'd move to cover my ears but I'm scared she'd crack my skull in with a pistol whip for that transgression.
        "Yes, May."
        She pushes me through the safety drills and operations like my own drill sergeant did. I miss him. I mean, at the time I thought he was a blood hungry psychopath, but he is Mr. Rogers compared to her. The entire time May is fuming, furious that she, a Spartan II, is stuck with a basic recruit to show how to use a pistol. Every inch of her body ripples with anger. When her fingers point to show me something, I'm terrified she is going to jab it through my arm like it's made of butter. Each time she grabs a limb I'm scared she will rip it off without a second thought in her delirious fury. 
As she instructs me on the sights I can't help but look at her shoulder again, that glittering insignia on that massive shoulder. The plate is big enough for me to use as a helmet, that is, if it weren't so stupidly heavy. It'd crack my neck if she were so much as to rest her shoulder on my head if she were distracted. My eyes widen when it slowly begins to come towards me. Untold power and brutal brawn flowing through the fibers of her muscles like electricity through a high voltage wire. Fueled by a beating heart that could probably outpace a reactor coolant pump and have time to do a dozen victory laps.
        "OK. NOW FIRE."
        I follow her instructions to a tee. Aiming. Firing. Aiming. Firing. I don't even hit the target at all. 
        "HO-LY. SHIT."
        May removes her helmet. I feel the blood drain from my face as it slowly reveals the monster beneath. Her face is sharp and strong, detailed features that make your heart swoon. Her long hair is tied up in a ponytail. Focused eyes that remind me of a high focus camera. Intelligent and precision engineered to inspect every single detail in front of it. I jump a little when I see they are fixed on me. Maybe in another life we could have been friends? Or…
        "YOU MISSED. HOW COULD YOU MISS HE WAS THREE FEET IN FRONT OF YOU!"
        I look down ashamed at my feet. She grabs my arms with a renewed fury forcing me in front of her. Lifting me clear off the ground as she swings me around and pushes me into the ground like she's trying to replant a turnip. My heart rate skyrockets. The angry tank of a Spartan II pulsing behind me ready to flatten me without a second thought. Even more furious that it can't do that and has to baby sit me instead.
        "WE ARE GOING TO STAY HERE. UNTIL YOU ARE ABLE TO A FUCKING TARGET."
        I start to sweat as she puppets me into a firing stance. Then she tears the pistol from my fingers, I instinctively search for a weapon to defend me from this behemoth. The behemoth drops one of the 4 gauge shotguns into my hands. 
        "YOU NEED A SHOTGUN. IT'S GOT A GOOD SPREAD."
        "What does that mean?"
        "Well it means you ain't got to be that accurate. It's got a good spread.
        "WELL IT MEANS YOU AIN'T GOT TO BE THAT ACCURATE. IT'S GOT A GOOD SPREAD. THE FURTHER AWAY YOU ARE, THE MORE SHIT YOU HIT? GOT A GOOD SPREAD."
        I nod as she screams into my ear and I try to find my happy place. 
        "IF YOU MISS WITH THIS, I WILL PUT YOU THROUGH THAT TARGET MYSELF."
        She stands behind me, close, too close for comfort. Hugging me. I feel all that cold metal against my back, sinking its teeth into my skin through my clothing. Set on me by its master. More cold metal bites into my flesh as May forces her arms to be next to mine. My heart flutters as I see just how big her arms are. A fuel tank to a pencil is a good comparison. 
        "FIRE A SHOT!"
        I close my eyes preparing for the powerful kick of the shotgun. Ready to be flung back into the armor wall behind me only to crack my neck and die. My parents receiving a letter in the mail explaining what had happened, all information about the terrifying Spartan expunged having me die somehow from aliens or something. 
        "FIRE. RECRUIT!" 
Her choking hug is excruciating. I squeeze the trigger, my head bumps her chin, and a whole new, fresh hell began in that moment. 
"HEY YOU LITT---"
Suddenly May sniffs my hair, pulling it upwards as she runs her nose across my scalp. I swear I hear a little moan. A little moan unbecoming of a terrifying power armored tank of a soldier. A little moan unbecoming of a petty officer. A little moan implying… all her resolve is gone. Her hands tighten around me. Her body presses closer. I'm being crushed like a tin can in a press. 
"P-P-Petty officer May? Are you okay?"
"Yes…"
I look up to see May's eyes glazed over like she's dreaming. The absence of terrifying volume in her voice worries me more than when it was deafening. It's now a blowing sultry sound.
"Keep firing."
I keep firing and I swear she sniffs my head everytime I fire. The sound and feeling of the sensation covered up by the noise of the shotgun. The target is gone within minutes. I look up to see that pleased, dazed look in her eyes again. She snaps out of her stupor and sees the horror on my face. A cheshire cat smile blooming on her hips. Pillowy lips. Ones that could take control of your lungs just by their touch. 
"Recruit…" She looks down at me, not breaking her smile. Her voice is gentle and pleasing, like a trick to get a kid to do what you want. "Have you seen the chain gun yet?"
"Like on the Warthogs?"
"Exactly." May's camera eyes focus on me with unnerving robotic accuracy. I can see my reflection in those unnaturally pretty lenses. Crystalline and perfect pools refracting my image with a purple hue that reminds me of the grape juice I would drink as a kid. I loved grape juice, it was so sweet. The sweetness in May's eyes remind me of that taste, but the way she pants with anticipation makes me think there is an impure intention behind her alluring gaze. 
In a cloud of dust she disappears, running full steam towards a parked Warthog. She really is like a tank with the unyielding motions she makes. But there is something about how she moves, still with such feminine grace and the way her curves flex with her running motions. I gasp when I see her body glove beneath her armor. I'm starting to feel things…
I watch May grab the chain gun on the Warthog. She looks back and smiles sadistically and rips it off with the metal shrieking in pain. In no time at all she is standing over me carrying the heavy chain gun like it's a bottle of water, as if she is about to offer it to me. May gently pushes me aside before violently going prone on the ground, causing the range to shake ever so slightly with all that power being driven into the earth. She aims the chain gun and then looks back at me seductively. 
"Come here, recruit."
When I stand next to her, she beckons for me to come closer. I inch closer and she beckons for me again. It repeats until my ankle touches her forearm. 
"Spot me."
"I don't think I can help lift that off of you, Petty officer May."
"Not that kind of spotting recruit." She smiles at my naivety. "Target spotting." She points off into the trees. "There's a target out there. Do you see it?"
"N---"
I'm flipped onto her armored back. My own back cracks when I land. I try not to slide down the polished hardness of May's body armor. For a minute she plays with me, sliding me around like I'm butter on a pan, a very hot pan. I can feel every muscle adjusting beneath that hard surface, the sensation is as alluring as the chewy center of a hard candy. Softer, gentler, but far more "volume" than what lies outside it. 
"Okay, recruit. Spot for me in between bursts."
"Okay…"
"Adjust yourself."
"How?"
"Move back."
I slide down the armored titan and cling to her sides so I can at least see over her mountainous shoulders.
"Move back, more."
I look back towards her ass. That soft body glove covering it. It bulges out almost angry it has to be covered. It has a shape you can only get through combat, a special kind of strong and toned that makes your heart drop and your instincts catch it when they jump from excitement at the sight of it. 
"Back. Recruit. Move. Back."
Her demands continue until I press my lower body up against her ass. It bucks a tiny bit, reminding me of the violence it can unleash. It is very much alive. Much like May is, which may seem odd at first, but Spartans are so inhumanly powerful it makes you think of them as a faceless machine or force of nature, a tank. To realize they are still very much flesh and blood and more than human where it counts makes your stomach flutter in awe. 
"Do you see the target, recruit?"
I look along the treeline. 
"Not really, what colo---"
May unleashes a burst from the chain gun. All the recoil is absorbed into her athletic body but it still shakes me silly. The muzzle blast blocked by her titanic shoulders. It makes her jet black hair wave in the wind. It reminds me of the simple beauty of ink flowing on paper. It beads up into bulbs that draw streaks of black across the paper. It flies along with freedom not caring that any moment now it will be mopped up and its actions unappreciated, but it doesn't care. It bleeds a dark confidence with unbridled pride. The flash from the chain gun dances across her skin, like light from a campfire would. 
My dreaming is interrupted by another demand of, "spot me." The reality of this terrifying, confusing situation slaps me in the face as her back plate did. I stammer out for a target grasping for one. I stretch forward only to be slapped with a buck of her hips. I instinctively cling to her huge body to keep from being tossed into the trees myself, when I come back down my face is slapped by her armor again. "Don't move, spot from there, recruit."
Another burst is unleashed from the chain gun as I cling to her powerful form. May is like a rock. Bolted in place and immovable. A soft smile peeks back as she looks at me to see how I'm faring. She takes great joy in seeing me struggle to not be vibrated into a paste. She stops firing.
"Spot me."
I look around confused when this torment will end. May makes it harder when she begins to wiggle her hips "absent mindedly" in boredom. Tossing me around and causing the world to become a blur as her exquisite physique gives me the ride of a lifetime from such a simple movement. 
        Eventually she stops shaking with her body, let it be from her bored movements or the chain gun. May stands and I instinctively cling to her to keep from falling. She grips the top of the range benches and looks back at me. I release my grip to try and save myself but only end up getting smacked with her ass and sent flying instead. I painfully rub my face as May looks back horrified. Seizing on me like a panther, but instead of chewing me open she rubs my face lovingly with her big, cold armored hands. The confusing paradox of a terrifying killing machine giving affection makes my mind spin. 
        "Did I hurt you, recruit?" May nuzzles me into a choking coffin of Spartan armor. "I'm so sorry!" I struggle to hear her as I drown slowly. May continues to assault me with apologies and gentle touches on my body. Poking and prodding curiously, taking a little bit of an advantage in what should be a time in which I'm distracted.
        She sets me back on my feet and pats me on the head. May turns back embarrassed and puts on her helmet, suddenly the domineering petty officer is back. She looks down at me in her same fuming stance as before. Aware of how bad it looked for a Spartan II to be sweet on a tiny human recruit. I brace for impact.
        "Kiss me, recruit."
        "What?"
        "On the lips. Kiss me."
        I look up very confused, "a-a-are you allowed to d-do that?"
        "It's an order."
        I blush at her pulling rank for something like this.
        "What if I say no?"
        May cracks her fists. I nod and wave my hands in defeat. Her head cranes into a curious angle even if I can't see it, I know she is silently laughing at me. I stretch up on my tippy toes to try to maybe reach her neck, expecting her to kneel or bend over. She doesn't. I just reach up like a dumbass.
        "Aren't you going to bend down?"
        "No, recruit."
        For some reason my body gives up and starts walking me away before my brain can protest. An annoyed but scarily loving arm pulls me back.
        "Where are you going, recruit?"
        I stammer for a response.
        May enunciates each word. "Kiss. Me."
        "How?"
        "Find a way."
        I look up at her, already knowing the answer to my problem. I put my foot on her boot. I feel it shift beneath me with worrying strength. I pray my gambit pays off. I climb up her sleek armor. She pretends to stretch when I get up too high, pushing me back to the ground. But I manage to get close enough to kiss her, I look up scared into her emotionless visor, waiting for her to remove her helmet. Instead she just bops me on the nose with it, a painful eskimo kiss. I hit the ground and hold my nose in pain. I feel an alarming amount of blood gushing out. May drops everything and falls to her knees moving to embrace me as red stains my shirt. She hugs me so tight. The fighting machine now pushed by pure emotion. Forgetting all of her training in favour of pure instinct. She accidentally cracks my ribs and more pain fills my brain. She bends forward to maximize her hug forcing me to bend at a bad angle causing my hips to pop. I scream in pain but it's stifled by her metal chest punching me with its armored hardness.
        It leaves me dazed and confused from the impact. A bruise slowly forming where it hit me on my forehead. I look up dumbly at the sky, wondering why it's moving so fast now. Are we in a spaceship? I don't notice May charging through the trees back to the boot camp. Almost knocking over other recruits with her sprint. Other Spartans look at her confused, wondering if she had accidentally juiced a recruit by mistake. I rest my head against her cool armor as I wonder about what lies beneath. I examine her chest plate and think about how nice it would feel to---
        May pounds on the doors of the medical bay, scaring the staff inside. When the doors fail to open fast enough she forces them open, almost tearing them off the wall. She drops me on a bed and demands the medical staff help me. 
        Turns out the cracking in my ribs was just an air bubble in my back, as was the popping in my hips. The bruise will go away in time and the bloody nose was finished within minutes of it starting. The doctors slowly explain to the frantic May, trying to reason her down from her panicked fury. 
        They send me off for a shower as they speak to May. In the reflection of a computer, I can see May staring at me with her faceless helmet. I shiver as I bet she must hate seeing me get away but the instant the doors shut behind me. I'm left in the peaceful bliss of the hallway. Free in the safe silence. I take a moment to take a sigh of relief before heading to the showers.


        I exchange my ruined uniform for a pristine one. The exhaustion grabs me the instant I grab the door to the shower booth. I relax in the hot water of the shower. Steam dulling my senses. I lean against the wall grateful I am alive. I'm not sure if I'll have to do more training with her but for now I can just stand and let the water wash my worries away. I hear the door open. I wonder if I locked it. I open my mouth to say "occupied" but they can hear the water and steam. They should be going if it was a mistake.
        It was not a mistake. I hear my shower door open and something stomps in behind me. Even with the blazing water I feel the freezing fear spread through my body. I know exactly who it is. Pangs of humiliated intimidation sound through my core as the reality of how hopeless my situation really is. I did lock the door. Meaning my attacker just punched through it or used an officer's key. 
        A giant hand covers my mouth and May shushes me. Supressing my rising scream with a strong arm around my chest to knock the wind out of me. I'm lifted off the shower floor from behind.
        "Shhh… shhh… recruit? Anon? It's me… May… You can calm down now…"
        I squirm and kick against the glass. Hoping if I break it someone will hear me. 
        "Recruit? Shhh… it'll be okay… just calm down… keep quiet…"
        I stop and breathe heavily, fearful she is going to break me like a stick. I have to fight the feelings of her soft loving body against my back. I can feel her breasts against the back of my head. 800 pounds of nude Spartan girl behind me.         "You're a little tease, you know that right recruit?" May moans into my ear lovingly. "Setting off a Spartan girl like that."
        I murmur through her hand.
        "Shhh… no words." May bites my ear now. I groan as tingles spike through my blood. "I've never felt like that in my life but I know exactly what I want." May wraps a hand around my rapidly hardening cock.
        I scream and begin to kick again. I don't think this is a good idea with a Spartan II. I've seen them throw armored cars for fun. 
        "Don't worry, recruit, I am very gentle."
        My mind goes foggy from hyperventilation. It is dropped into a wet abyss when May begins to stroke my cock. I squirm but don't have the strength to flail. I can only wirthe in May's hands. My body goes limp as May has her way with me. Coaxing previously untold dimensions of pleasure and excitement out of my body. I want nothing more than to look back at the gorgeous Spartan girl giving me this experience. I want to see her beautiful black hair and deep purple eyes. 
        May sighs happily as she strokes me faster and faster. I manage to crane my neck sideways to see her head goes far above the top of the shower booth. But that is all the strength I have, I go limp again much to May's happiness. She caresses harder, increasing her hand's pressure at my cock's head. This is a very dangerous game she plays with her untold strength and my, well, only human self. I groan as the pressure becomes too much. May laughs and bites my ear with her teeth again. I shoot white loads into her hand that drip down to be washed away by the water. It's the perfect crime. No one would believe me if I told them what had happened. There wouldn't even be any evidence of what she did.
        "It's like you just lit a fire in me, recruit. I never even knew I could feel this way, but…" I scream into her hand as May kisses my cheek with her huge lips. Their touch siphoning the fear from my body for just a moment like morphine does pain. "It just made me so… I didn't know someone could do that to me. Trigger those instincts like you did. Much less a tiny little recruit."
        I expect May to stop but she doesn't. I try to speak through her hand but she mistakens it for moans of pleasure. She keeps the same pace with my post-orgasm sensitivity causing bolts of light to shoot through my eyes from the almost painful assault on my nerves. 
        May continues to hold me in that purgatory of unceasing pleasure only punctuated by waves of orgasms, but in an ocean a single wave means nothing, when she is done seeing me squirm she gently puts me down on the shower floor. Through my blurry eyes I can see her wide birthing hips swaying as she gives one last cursory peek into the shower. I'm left a panting mess on the shower floor with only the hot water to give me company. 
        
        I stumble out of the shower. My legs jelly. I grip the counter for support as I put on my pants. I hug the walls of the hallway. Pretending not to be reduced to a near parapelgic state as other recruits walk past and give me the stink eye. I manage to get into the cafeteria and through the line. Grabbing clumsy for food to put on my tray. At one table surrounded by other massive Spartan IIs sits May. They all are laughing at some joke. Suddenly her purple eyes focus on me as a sniper's scope would on a target, she goes quiet and smiles. I sit at a table as far away as possible and set my head on the cool metal. Drops of water drip down the side of my many water bottles. I wet my dry mouth and rest my head back down on the table. The metal is the best ice pack a guy could ask for. Slowly I drift off towards a short sleep with a nice lunch waiting on the other end. Suddenly the table lurches from something landing just opposite of me, I look up to see May looking down at me.
        The other recruits get up and leave me with the Spartan alone. I would feel betrayed but I would've done the same. My eyes wonder up to her mountain of food. They widen when they see what it is. It's hot dog day. I feel her knee push against my crotch as I distract myself with my meager helping. I try to ignore her. Every so often I flick my eyes up to see another layer of the hot dog mesa on her tray disappear before my eyes. I take a bite of my hot dog and chew. Fear turns the taste sour. I try to ignore May but thoughts sneak into my head. The amount of food a Spartan must need is insane. All that muscle mass? They must need terrifying amounts of protein to keep going. I jump a little when I feel a knee pushing against my crotch. At first memories of May's armor flash through my head before I realize… no… that's just her regular leg. I can feel the ends of her herculean thighs against the inside of my legs. I swallow nervously and try to calm my shivering hands to drink from my bottle. Looking down at the table. 
Another Spartan girl drops an entire new tray full of hot dogs on the table and winks at May knowingly when she smirks at me. I turn my boiling face down towards my food. Wishing I could hide behind the bun.  All of May's food goes to sustaining every rippling muscle in her body. Building her up into the massive Spartan she is. I suddenly feel inadequate watching her eat like that. 
I can't help but look up when May clears her throat. She holds a hot dog in her hand. A mental image of her shoving it through my eye flash through my mind. I reflexively close my legs but bounce them back when I feel her knee still between my legs. The corner of May's mouth perks up when she feels me do that. She licks her lips and lets her tongue hang out as she makes strong suggestive eye contact at me. The hot dog enters her mouth as her tongue circles the bun making the bread wet. I silently whimper when I see she had slathered the inside of the bun with mayo so when she purses her lips, white begins to drip out the other side of the hot dog bun. Who even puts mayo in a hot dog?
A hurricane of emotions blows through my body. A combination of fear, intimidation, and morbid awe seep through my muscles. Making them tight and sore with funny feelings. I regret helping May to discover lust. I didn't mean to. I watch as May swallows the entire hot dog without a single bite. A distention appearing in her powerful throat. She swallows loudly and licks her lips while looking at me. I look back down at my food and pretend to have seen nothing. 
May is out of her armor and I want nothing more than to look at every little bit of her soft curves. Granted her body is absolutely rock hard with muscle. But the way her breasts fill out her tight body glove, the allure of her tan exposed skin. Her body is built for supple seduction of humans like me. Helpless to her exquisite physique.
She bangs her knee against the table. It bends upwards and I jump. In that instant she locks her long, strong legs around the back of mine. She leans forward on her elbows watching me happily. After what feels like hours she lets me go and ruffles my hair before she leaves, I'm the last one out of the cafeteria by the time my boner calms down.


I run to my room seeking shelter from May. I clamber back around the corner when I see her waiting outside my room. She is in armor again and just tapping her foot angrily. She didn't see me. Every so often I peek around the corner, eventually she disappears. I breathe a sigh of relief and sneak into my room. It's dark and just as I left it. I head for the bed but am suddenly swept off my feet by a very familiar, terrifying Spartan in armor. 
May grabs me the same way she did in the shower. Hand over mouth, but this time the other hand is around my crotch. The hard, heartless armored glove groping my most sensitive soft parts. I stay quiet and pray she doesn't get mad at the volume of my heart's beating. 
She whispers gently, "situational awareness is an important skill." May keeps me in her hug with her as the big spoon. She keeps me off the ground as she ruffles my hair with her breathing. Savouring the smell that ignited her lust for the first time. May flips and drops me. For a foolish instant I thought she was going to let me go. Instead she pushes me up against the wall like a very horny tank. She doesn't need the armor, she and I both know it. But she enjoys every bit of the hard and metal overkill on what is already overkilling, May just slowly pushes her leg between my legs. I feel the unfeeling steel against my crotch as I gasp from the icy metal pulling the heat from my body. She fills out the entire recess of the doorframe. Looking more massive than usual. In the darkness it is just a goliath of Spartan girl seizing upon her little human toy.
May braces her knee against the wall. I am lifted up just by her leg. I shiver as my hard on rubs against her leg armor. I'm almost face height but she still looks down at me. Her head tilted at a curious angle. She's so close the chilling armor pulls my body heat greedily. Savouring every degree of it. All that weight of this delicious Spartan pressing up against me. Her armor stops teasing me and begins to grind up against me. The metal threatens to grind my cheek bones to dust. All cold but I know just how warm May is beneath it.         
"You know… Spartans have extreme stamina and endurance." May speaks behind her helmet. I don't know if she's smiling, smirking, or angry about me sneaking away from her. "Do you?"
"N-No?"
"I'll play gentle then."
May throws me onto the bed and I sit back up only to be crushed beneath her as she sits down on my lap. I brace for a crack. Instead I am greeted with a bountiful Spartan squish, hard muscle, and a comfy body glove. The Spartan squish is what little body fat she has that happens to reside in her ass, it is a pillowy cloud of femininity. The steely ropes of muscle remind me how easily she could snap me if she wanted to. The body glove is a warm thing. Something not quite silky, not quite nylon, not quite spandex, but it is absolutely orgasmic against your skin. You can feel it even through your own clothing, that is how strong the sensation is. 
        "Take off my armor, recruit. I know you want to see what's beneath it."
        May gently guides my hands over her armor pieces. Gently showing me where to press and grip with her threatening strength. She gives me time to appreciate the smooth grandeur of her invincible armor but also the supple wonder of her body. Even a pillow has a "hard" part. It is a soft that drains all the worry from your body. 
        All that is left is her body glove. May throws off my bed's blankets keeping me warm with her body alone. Grabbing me close and humming happily at my presence. 
        "I like you, you know that recruit?"
        "Y-Yes…"
        "But… sorry…"
        I freeze. "Sorry for what?"
        "Being so pushy."
        "I-I-It's okay."
        May cuddles closer, her long frame hooking around my small one.
        "I just… in all the years I've been alive I've never felt like this, but suddenly I just knew. I had to have you."
        I feel her arms crack my ribs a tiny bit again. I pray it's just another air bubble.
        "Did I scare you? I know I'm a Spartan so I'm really big and you're just a sma--- a human."
        "A little."
        "Do you want me to go?"
        "No. Not at all."
        May smiles and kisses my cheeks greedily. Dragging her tongue across my skin as she wiggles her body causing my bed to shake and bounce with the force of her gargantuan frame shifting with lust. May moans loudly as she digs her teeth into my skin. Her hand explore the cloth of my shirt. Gripping it hungrily as she bares her teeth with desire. Even in the dark of my room her purple eyes are somehow visible, gathering all light. My leg finds its way between hers'. May squeezes it. The supple Spartan thigh flesh enveloping it entirely as she smiles at my gasp of pleasure. 
        My shirt is gently removed and joins the expensive armor on the ground. As May keeps a hand to brace my head to keep it in one place as she kisses my lips over and over again. Drawing more and more air from my lungs as I arch my back desperate for more. I shiver when she uses her free hand to feel up my free leg. It grabs it as one would a soda bottle. She squeezes and I wirth under her grasp. I feel her then begin to pull down my pants as she lets her tongue explore the underside of mine. Pushing it where she pleases. Running it along my teeth. 
        We flip over so May is on the bed. I look back to see her long legs extending over the end of the bed and her head up against the wall. She smiles embarrassed. I silence that embarrassment with a kiss of my own. I grab onto her strong cheekbones and explore the inside of her mouth with my tongue this time. May's eyes glaze over once again as her moan shakes my chest. That purple infinity that lies in her irises is irresistible. I feel her tongue dance around mine, fearful at my own's entry into her mouth. Recoiling and moving around to give it as much space as possible. Keeping its large pink self at the corner of her cheeks almost scared to embrace mine, but eventually the palpable excitement is too much for her to sit by without tasting. It tackles mine and ties itself around mine with its blazing magma flesh. 
        Even Spartans need to breathe, I'm still caught off guard when May of all people break the kiss. She gasps for air and gently pushes my head back when I yearn for another kiss. She smiles and looks away abashedly. 
        "Are you getting embarrassed?"
        "A little…"
        "Come on… don't be. I was embarrassed too."
        May bites her lower lip as she hugs me close and arches her back so I bend against her rigid herculean physique. The friction of her muscles through the body glove into my own body is irresistible. It spikes into your nerves in steely plates of sensational joy. A good feeling that hangs off your body like soreness but where the pain is nothing but ecstasy. May pushes me lower and lower before plunging my head into her breasts. The pillowly valley was made better by her body glove's texture but I yearn to feel her skin itself. Sensing my desire May pulls my head up to a zipper. I take it in my teeth and slowly work my way down. Over the mountain of her breasts, over the sluices of her abs, and over the tantalizing plain just above her pussy to stop in the middle of it. 
        The bed calms my feverish state as May flips herself onto her stomach and looks at me proudly. She begins to pull her arms out of her body glove. Each one a prime example of the finest toned shape a Spartan girl could hope for. Her smile is so genuine and pure as she slips her shoulders out of her body glove. Knowing the show she is giving me she tilts her body away and lets more of her back show as the body glove falls lower on her body. Twin shoulder blades jutting out from a rocky cliff face of muscle covered in nothing but a silky flow of tanned skin. Black hair in a ponytail swinging down like a jungle vine. A waterfall of beauty.
        Finally May pulls down the glove further, faster, revealing her toned ass that takes my breath away as I lie there. A flash of purple can be seen as May gauges my reaction. She slips the body glove down her athletic legs. Gorgeous thigh flesh that jiggles ever so slightly like her ass sitting atop iron calves. My mind spins at wondering how her chest looks, how her abs look, or to really just see her collar bone in its entirety. It's the little things. May beckons for me to feel at her body first. I run my hands up and down her well muscled body. My hard on pressing into the peach curves of her ass. I feel the patterned bumps of her six pack and then run my hands up to her breasts. I squeeze the pliant, supple pillows and take a moment to appreciate their weight. My hands graze her nipples and May flinches while moaning loudly. I throw my hand over her mouth. She looks back almost angrily as I shake my head from side to side and point to the walls of the room. May rolls her eyes but yields to quieting down. 
        In return she flips over so I can see the front of her body. From a graceful flourish of collarbone a well endowed chest hangs. Her breasts meshing on top of each other in a wonderful soft pile. Her abs flex as she steadies herself on the mattress. I blush and embrace her. Finally feeling all of May for the first time. Her silky skin that lets my finger run along it like a skater on ice. Rushing past everything and secretly yearning to slow down and appreciate the world beneath it. May breathes happily as a loud groan of arousal begins to shake its way up her chest. I put my hand over it to suppress her moans. She looks down angrily again but the worry of the punishment a petty officer would get if caught with her recruit like this is bad.
        She gets on her hands and knees to throw my hand off. May slowly shakes her hips back and forth. Arching her back upwards to give me the best possible access. I grab her wide hips and insert myself into her hot folds. Her insides are magma as I feel the hot lava of her arousal slowly squirt around my cock. It's caught in a flood of this as I pant from her suddenly squeezing from the sensation. May is enjoying this just as much as I am. I struggle to keep my body steady as May begins to selfishly use all her Spartan strength to milk me dry. Her hips bucking hard and just fast enough to make the mattress fly around without making the bed frame creak beneath us.
        It's a tantalizing dance between our unbridled lust and the thrilling danger of making too much noise. May screams into her pillow as I find my place in the rhythm of our silent sex. I thrust deeper into her welcoming inside. Jolts of pleasure begin to paralyze my louder body. It starts to catch the upper parts of my thighs in a rigid stupor. It spreads up to the lower part of my belly as it feels like it's melting from the sheer arousal of May. I stifle my own groans as May begins to softly grind her lower body against mine. The soft squelching of our juices dripping onto the bed isn't loud enough to be heard from outside but is deafening in our attempted silence. It drives us both crazy with lust as we desperately sprint towards orgasm. 
        The entire time May struggles to keep her incredible strength under control. Every so often an errant twitch of her bucking hips causes me to groan as it throws me around wanting nothing more than to squeeze me dry as we fuck like rabbits, waking up the entire boot camp. But somehow the soft, slow, and seductive nature of how we fuck is irressitable in its own way, I feel May try to not teeter off the edge into her climax. For a Spartan she sure is sensitive. Maybe something about the neural links. May bites my pillow and I breath into her back which is beginning to get ever so slightly sweaty. I feel the pressure inside of me mount to an almost painful level as May gives one cute little squeal into my pillow making it ripple. I let loose a flood of white into her womb desperate to make as many Spartan babies with her as possible. The feeling of my burning load in her already hot pussy pushes May off into her orgasm, perfectly timed to pull every drop possible out of my balls and into her.
We collapse for a moment, but May rises quickly with a hungry smile on her face. My refractory period keeps me against the mattress and helpless to her manipulation of me. She pushes me beneath her and drops herself onto me as she caresses my cheeks lovingly. Then she begins to take advantage of my sensitivity to begin to milk another load out of me. Her abs flexing as she makes sure her entire body helps to tighten her pussy around me. I feel her folds ripple against the shaft of my cock and push against my cock head as her insides grow hotter and hotter. I pant desperately trying to get May to slow down, but you can't really stop a Spartan now can you? By grinding her hips and me against the mattress she finds a way to breed me as hard as she wants without upsetting the bed frame. Only our lustful breathing and dripping of sexual fluids onto my bed sheets can be heard. I want nothing more than for May to keep fucking me like this forever, but nothing can last forever when she successfully milks another orgasm out of me. I buck my hips to throw more ropes of cum deep into her, and my eyes widen as she wastes no time flipping onto her back for missionary. 
May's amazing body embraces me for a moment, letting my heart rate fall back down and the soreness of all the physical extortion settle in. But before long she is back at it with her extreme stamina, I hug the back of her shoulders as she hugs my back happily. She wraps her extremely powerful thighs around my back to keep me in place as she bucks her hips hungrily. Desperate to take me deeper into her. I feel my chest rub against her amazing abs as her pussy moves to effortfully milk me more and more semen out of me as if May's life depended on it. From the way she is reacting it might as well, her eyes widen in their glazed lusty state and she wirths as entirely new sensations of pleasure and physical ecstasy flow through her body. All thanks to this one little human she found.
I'm not sure how long she kept me there, but by the second or third orgasm she pulled out of me. I had realized by playfully biting and sucking at her nipples it would help drive her to orgasm as whenever I bite or sucked just right, her entire huge body would fall limp from that weak spot for a split second before regaining control with renewed lustful vigor, like a button to slow down but it would then pound the accelerator. Finally in a final unbridled scream of pure lust and arousal May moans without shame at all, likely alerting the entire base. 
I'm too tired to even worry and May is too deep in enjoying the pleasant afterglow of sex to react at all. My sergeant throws open my door. His eyes widen seeing the pieces of May's armor on the floor like I had murdered someone. His eyes widen more when he sees May beginning to buck her hips again, desperate for another hour or more of fucking. I can only weakly hold on as pleasure makes me stupid and dull even in the face of what may be the worst thing that has happened to me. 
"RECRUIT! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
May, evidently.
"YOU'D BEST UNFUCK YOURSELF A---"
Another Spartan girl peeks into the room smiling knowingly. 
"Robert? I think you'd best leave him."
"W-WHY?"
"Don't you think he enjoys privacy just as much as we do?"
My sergeant's eyes flicker from rage to belated understanding. 
"Just… keep it down."
With how tirelessly May fucks me I almost reach back out for the sergeant to save me. I feel May giggle beneath me as she whispers happily.
"We're going to fuck in my armor tomorrow. Cold exterior, warm heavenly interior. All for you, recruit. Think of it… just us out on a 'survival' mission and fucking like rabbits in the trees where no one can hear us at all. We can scream all we'd like and we'd be out there for the whole day so no one can be suspicious at all!"
I groan into May's chest as she has mastered pulling mind breaking orgasms out of me and now does so with strength only a Spartan II could muster. Her own climax hits and the bed shudders quietly beneath us. This continued for the entire night as May's "extreme stamina and endurance" carried us all the way.