MOTEL ROOM – THE SEEDY SIDE OF SAN FRANSCISCO
Khan dove between Molly's legs; her tantalising aroma had him lapping greedily at the liquid nectar pooling between her legs, clear evidence of the arousal she was unable to hide. Its musky scent and enticing flavour ensuring that his cock was fully erect in record time, painfully so.
As for Molly, restrained as she was, there was no hope of escaping Khan's intimately carnal attentions. Sensory overload causing her to throw her head back, as his feverish ministrations made her eyes roll to the back of her head as her hips bucked wildly, until Khan grasped her thighs in a firm grip, restricting her movement.
Khan's tongue now began aggressively searching for, and finding the delicate, and extremely sensitive nub he sought. His lips latched on to it, and immediately begun sucking it into his mouth.
When Molly felt the graze of his teeth against her glistening wet folds, her body jerked sharply, and her gasping breaths became harsh, rasping pants as her body writhed wildly, desperate to find release, and a completion and fulfilment she had never experienced before.
Khan slid a finger inside, then a second. It was a surprisingly tight fit, and not the only surprise he was to encounter. As he began pumping his fingers in and out, working his way deeper inside her, Molly's hips rose and fell in unspoken encouragement. Khan increased the pace, glorying in Molly's uninhibited responses. And then he felt it, an unmistakable barrier, preventing him from pushing through.
Molly froze.
As did Khan, who slowly and with great reluctance withdrew his fingers from the exquisitely snug haven that resided between her thighs. He sat back and observed Molly closely through narrowed eyes. 'Was it possible?' he wondered
Carefully he inserted his finger again. And again he felt resistance. He had his answer. His initial surprise quickly replaced with elation at the realisation that his little ensign was indeed a virgin.
Removing his finger, Khan now used the pad of his thumb to apply a little pressure, gently rubbing rhythmically up against the sensitive folds, keeping Molly on a knife's edge while not allowing her to tip over into the abyss.
His penetrating gaze became possessive as it met her shy and self-conscious one.
Molly wanted to look away, but found herself unable to tear her gaze from Khan's compelling one.
Everything inside Khan was screaming at him to take her now, hard and fast. His engorged cock dripping now with pre cum was more than ready, willing and able to plunge into her tight, hot little cunt. But as he continued his penetrating perusal of the young woman he had so selfishly kidnapped, noting the fear and uncertainty in her wide expressive eyes.
And just like that, something inside Khan melted, as he realised that he didn't want her fear, he wanted her love. This realisation had him untying her and carrying her over to the bed, where he carefully removed the rest of her clothes.
Though she'd offered no resistance, once completely naked Molly was filled with uncertainty. Would he find her unaugmented body acceptable, beautiful even? Or would he be disgusted by how ordinary it was? Her feelings all in turmoil, she attempted to shield her exposed flesh from his all-seeing gaze.
But Khan would have none of it. Climbing onto the bed, he settled himself between her thighs before gently removing her hands from her pert little breasts, to replace them with his mouth. He took his time using his lips and teeth to cover her milky white breasts with kisses, before nipping and suckling at her dusky pink nipples.
He continued down her body slowly placing tender kisses and love bites as he worshiped every delectable inch of her body.
His ardent attentions were rewarded with her gasps and moans, her upper body heaving delightfully, while her lower body remained securely trapped underneath him.
He paused, his heated gaze meeting hers. "Touch me," he implored throatily. He was desperate to feel her hands and lips explore his aroused flesh as eagerly as he did hers.
Molly was more than willing to comply, working her fingers into his silky dark hair, twining and clutching the sinful strands. She then moved to his face, brushing her fingers over his eyebrows, stroking his chiselled cheekbones before running her fingers gently over his nose and cupids bow lips. Her exploration continued, her confidence growing as she made her way over his muscular shoulders and arms, moving over his powerful and well-defined chest.
It was now Khan who moaned in exquisite torment. But when he felt Molly's hands descend over his naval, continuing down towards his straining cock, he grabbed hold of her hands, pulling them back up and placing them on his shoulders. Laughing gruffly at her obvious frustration at being stopped so near her intended goal, Khan leant down to capture her lips with his own. He was too close to let her take such liberties. "Next time, my little one," he promised.
Taking Molly's face in his hands, and with his weight resting on his forearms, Khan aligned his erect cock with her entrance, and began slowly to embed himself within her as carefully as he could.
When Molly felt Khan's cock begin to ease its way into her body, her anxieties over what was about to happen returned. She remembered the tales told by her girlfriends of their first experiences of sex.
Khan felt Molly stiffen. Withdrawing now was simply not an option. His body was desperate to plunge headlong into her. Gritting his teeth, he used every ounce of control within him, and paused. Pressing his forehead against hers, he looked deeply into her eyes.
"Shhhuusshh," he murmured. "Relax, there will be some discomfort," he admitted. "But only for a moment. I promise."
He waited, for what felt like an eternity, for her to give her permission for him to continue, which she gave with a nod and a small, if uncertain smile.
Khan closed his eyes and gave a silent prayer of thanks to any god that was listening, before inching his way into her tiny frame, taking great care as his cock stretched her untried channel until it reached the barrier of her maidenhood. Then with his eyes fixed on hers, he gave a swift shove forward of his hips, tearing the barrier, giving a satisfied grunt as he finally slipped fully inside her.
As she gave a strangled gasp, he pressed his lips gently against hers in apology for any discomfort his action had caused her. When he felt her relax, and she returned his kiss, he then began to move his hips in a gentle rhythm.
But as soon as her internal muscles clamped around his engorged member, Khan knew it wasn't going to be the sweet, slow journey that he would have preferred for her first time. His hips now began moving like pistons, as they slammed into her giving folds again and again, his cock plunging deeper into her welcoming warmth. The exquisite sensation, coupled with the intense masculine pride he felt when he heard her keening cries, as her orgasm washed over her, was enough to tip him over the edge, and he gave a triumphant roar as he attained his own release and emptied his seed into her womb.
Molly felt like she was floating as she finally experienced the exquisite bliss when two bodies merge to become one. She had no regrets. Khan had not forced her. She had been attracted to him from the first time he'd been brought aboard the Enterprise. He was a man of extremes. She had seen what he was capable of doing when he felt himself threatened. But he was also clearly a man who cared very deeply. She shivered delightfully as she felt the brush of his fingertips and his lips as they ghosted over her sensitised skin. So little was known of him, what little there was, Admiral Marcus had cleverly concealed
When Khan raised his head, Molly saw that he appeared content and relaxed, his gaze slumberous as he watched her. She had the feeling he was assessing how she felt about what had just taken place. His fringe had fallen into his eyes. Gently she brushed it back, before returning his gaze steadily. There were things she needed to understand about this enigmatic man.
"What happened to you Khan?" she asked softly. "What was done to you?"
Khan wasn't surprised or insulted by her questions. In the year or so that he'd spent in the 23rd Century he was aware of how little of Earth's history about the time he'd come to power had become lost, or more likely deliberately erased. Carefully he manoeuvred their bodies so that they now lay on their sides. He drew Molly's head down until it rested under his chin. And in the afterglow of spent passion he cradled her in his arms as he told her his story.
He told her about being snatched off the streets of New Delhi and placed into a military programme where they altered the DNA of a number of young boys and girls that they had chosen to become the perfect weapon. How after so many years spent in isolation from the general population they finally rebelled and escaped. How they pretended to be like everyone else until the time was right for them to take control of the Earth's population. How he tried to be a good ruler, but that other factions in the augment population wanted more power, and how they ultimately rose up against those with more moderate leanings. He explained how this had ultimately led to what became known as The Eugenics Wars, and how he and 72 of his supporters finally managed to escape the Earth on a sleeper ship, the S.S Botany Bay.
Next he told her how Admiral Marcus had found their ship adrift in Federation space. How once he realised who Khan was he set about his plans for a militarised Starfleet. Starting by altering Khan's physical appearance and his memories, while he still remained in cryosleep. How Marcus had a back up plan to ensure Khan's full cooperation once his own memories reinstated themselves. How Khan had pleaded with Marcus to release he and his crew, having done everything that Marcus had demanded of him. But Marcus had laughed in his face, enjoying having someone who had been as powerful as Khan had been, beg and telling him that the long list of things he wanted done had, yet again, been increased. It was at this time that Khan realised he would never be free of Marcus unless he took matters into his own hands. He held nothing back from her. She deserved to hear the truth, the whole truth.
"The rest you know," he said quietly, watching her closely. Looking for signs of distress or disgust at the actions he'd been forced to take.
It was a lot to take in. Molly couldn't say in all honesty that she could condone a lot of what Khan had done. But if she'd been in a similar situation, would she have acted any differently? She did not feel herself in the right to judge him, certainly not for what had happened in the distant past. As for the here and now, that was yet to be decided.
Taking his face in her hands, Molly read in his expression just how worried he was about how she would view him. It confirmed to her that she had read him correctly. It gave her hope that he could change, if he chose to, if he had a reason to change. She didn't have the words to express all that she was feeling, so she pressed her lips to his in a soft and loving kiss, before pulling him down to her.
When her eyes fluttered closed, sleep overwhelming her, Khan felt a sense of peace and wellbeing as he contemplated her reaction. It had been as generous and as giving as Molly herself, and it gave him cause for optimism and hope.
And in this optimistic frame of mind he allowed himself to follow her into the blissful realm of uninterrupted sleep.
The next morning as they lay snuggled together in bed, Khan knew Molly would never willingly live on the run with him. The question now became what should he do now? He'd initially intended to find the rest of his crew and for them to escape off world. But now he found himself torn. Gazing down at Molly, he knew that what he felt for her was true, and right. But if he stayed here then that meant…
"We have to go back," she murmured, clearly able to read his troubled thoughts. "You have to tell them your side of the story. Make them understand why you did what you did."
Khan snorted. Getting a fair hearing seemed highly unlikely. Not after all that he had done. Even though he felt justified in his actions, being left as he saw it with little alterative.
"Not everyone in Starfleet is like Admiral Marcus," Molly assured him.
In fact after Marcus' death, and the investigation that had followed, the discovery of just how far the Admiral had been willing to go, not to mention what he'd been prepared to do to turn Starfleet into a militarised instillation had left many horrified and disgusted.
"They will listen to you. If you can give them proof to back up what you say, you will be treated fairly."
Khan let out a resigned sigh. It was becoming all too clear to him that Molly had placed him under a spell. But it was an enchantment he willingly fell under, for Molly Hooper was someone truly precious and unique. And he was more than ready to concede that this one little female had somehow managed to capture his heart. Not content with that, she had then proceeded to worm her way into it in such a way that he would be willing to do anything to be worthy of her love. And that included being sent to a prison colony.
He nodded his head in resigned agreement. Getting out of bed he went and retrieved the communicator he'd taken from her. Making his way back to the bed he handed the device to Molly. "You'd better contact Captain Kirk, though perhaps," he added, a twinkle in his eye as he looked down at their naked bodies. "We should get dressed first."
STARFLEET COURT COMPLEX, SAN FRANSISCO
After a delay of just over twenty-four hours, the trial of Khan Noonien Singh finally began.
