Finally, Molly felt a little bit at home in the Shrike's Sickbay. The facility was very much like an updated version of her lab and operating morgue with its silver-grey counters and back-lit glass shelves. All the benches were the perfect height as well and everything was easy to reach. Of course, she had so much to learn before she was completely at ease in this space. A lot of the new instrumentation was unfamiliar. However, in the wait for Khan, she had already solved one issue and was brimming with confidence. Maybe, just maybe, she could find her place in this new reality.

"What are you wearing?"

Molly jumped and nearly dropped the implement in her hand. How had Khan managed to sneak up on her? She sucked in a quick breath and hastily returned her injector to its storage drawer above the diagnostic console like a kid caught with candy. The panel retracted into the composite wall and disappeared with a pop. She dropped her fingers to her sides but they jittered nervously next to her legs. There was a menace in the way he had enunciated each syllable as if every word had been cut short with a scalpel. She chewed her lip and prepared to face him. She had known he would not approve of what she chose for a uniform. She snorted as she thought about her reckless defiance. Her hand flew to her mouth to cover a nervous guffaw. When it had come time to replicate herself standard issue garb, she deliberately chose something as far removed from the black tunic and pants combo he preferred as possible. In her own rebellious little soul, she could not just acquiesce to his commands and let him win.

So, she had found an example of an older-style Starfleet ensemble in the computer's archives and replicated one in her size. She actually kind of liked the yellow-gold and black trimmed mini-dress with its knee-high black, platform boots. The outfit reminded her of something out of the nineteen-sixties. It just barely covered her bum, though, so she would have to be careful not to bend over. With a quick fortifying breath, she dropped her hand, pivoted on the ball of her foot and affixed a smile to her face.

Khan's expression caused her stomach to contract. His chin was tilted down, his nostrils were flared, and there was a rigid set his his lips. The blue-green of his eyes appeared as just a bare sliver of colour around his unfathomably black pupils. She nervously set her hands on her hips and blinked at him multiple times. Lord, but his dark look achieved the exact opposite of what he probably intended. She wanted to jump him.

"What. Are. You. Wearing?" Khan repeated pointedly.

"O-Oh, h-hey!' She gestured shakily at her outfit. "It's a uniform, just as you directed."

His head jerked sideways like he'd been slapped and she understood it was a shake of silent disagreement. By the way his cheeks hardened, she knew he had clenched his teeth. Something flitted underneath his skin as he scanned down her body to her boots and back up again.

"You . . . you cannot just simply obey my orders, can you?" He ground out.

Molly swallowed and tucked in her lips. She searched her mind for a reply. She could not explain exactly why she felt the overwhelming need to antagonize him.

She shrugged and fiddled with the hem of her skirt. "I don't see what's wrong with what I am wearing-"

In the next moment, Khan had crossed the floor with a huff.

"It is time for your injection," he slammed open a drawer next to her.

Molly coughed. "Mm, ahem, erm, I took care of that. I won't need injections anymore."

His head snapped sideways. A deep vee creased the space between his eyes above his nose.

"You? How?"

She beamed. "Oh, well, it was very simple. See, in my time, diabetics had these insulin pumps that would feed them dosages as needed. So, I thought there might be something like that I could do and it turns out, there is this ltiny bean-like device that can be inserted under the skin . . . wh-what?"

Khan stopped what he was doing, pushed the drawer closed and rotated with a strange expression. When he didn't speak, her nerves got the better of her and she prattled on.

"Um, s-so, with the help of the computer I programmed it to automatically . . . what's the word? Beam? It beams antimatter directly into my leg . . ."

Molly pulled up her skirt slightly to reveal a small red mark on her thigh. For a few seconds, he stared down at her exposed skin with his chest heaving up and down. His eyes narrowed and his brow became heavier while he regarded that patch of skin. Then, like a bull let loose from a pen, he moved suddenly and corralled her against the lab bench. His hands slid on the counter at her back with a squeak and for a brief but excruciating moment, he breathed heavily while a few hairs liberated themselves from the confines of his slicked back mass and fell over his forehead. He sighed.

"I need you to . . . submit to me, Molly Hooper," his deep voice beat like a drum through her body as he raised his eyes, "I need it like nothing I have ever needed in my existence."

She inhaled unsteadily, overwhelmed by his heat and clean, masculine scent. His breath mingled with hers like a warm breeze.

"Submit," she whispered, "as in . . . ?"

A growl rattled his chest. "You are a doctor. I don't think I have to explain the physical mechanics but it does involve copulation."

Molly gulped. So, they were on the same page there. She suppressed a shiver of anxious anticipation. This man, this strange other-worldly man leaning into her, intoxicated her senses. Every cell in her body seemed to lurch towards him like an addict looking for a fix. No one had ever made her this lustful. Even the familiarity she sometimes felt around him was completely absent in this regard. This, this abandon of her faculties. This was new and it was simultaneously delicious and petrifying.

"Khan," she pleaded when his lips brushed by hers.

His large left hand gravitated from the counter to the small of her back. His fingers spanned from one side of her body to the other. Her abdomen quivered at the way he fit her against his body and she felt it. Frenetic flashes of arousal ignited her core. There was no mistaking the affect she had on his male anatomy.

"Hold onto me," his words vibrated her lips.

Molly reached up tentatively, slid her hand across the top of his shoulder and around his neck past the soft hairs of his nape. His muscles flexed under the pads of her fingers as she secured her hold. He was so . . . solid. She felt as if she embraced the shoulders of a draft horse. It was odd to feel so nervous, yet utterly safe in his arms. Her heart started racing. They were seconds from doing something very ill-advised.

"Khan, umm, this . . . it is is such a terrible idea . . ."

"I am well aware of this," he grumbled.

He searched her face with a look of helplessness, the cursed in a strange, rough sounding tongue. As if by compulsion, the fingers of his right hand skimmed up her thigh. Her skirt rode up on the back of his hand. He kneaded her flesh and for a short time, she thought she might be able to resist him, but then his digits slid higher over her hip bone and the edge of her underwear. Her hips twitched against his straining erection. She desperately wanted his fingers under her waistband, between her legs, and even inside her ever-moistening interior. With a grunt, her patience ran out. She pushed herself up on her tip-toes and propelled her lips to his so forcefully, he rocked back and had to steady them both. He stilled as she moved her mouth on his but his fingers danced on the top edge of her panties. She moved her lips again on his warm, pliant flesh. When he didn't immediately respond, she pulled away. Her belly tightened and she felt the beginning of mortification scorch her neck and face.

"Oh, shite. S-Sorry-"

He shook his head. "No, do not apologize."

Khan fell forwards. His eager mouth drank from hers as if he was a lost soul satiating his parched throat at a desert oasis. Molly tightened her arm around his neck and twisted a fistful of his tunic in her other hand to secure herself. The fierce possession of his kiss dropped the world out from beneath her feet. She whimpered against his mouth at the sensations he created deep within her body. The first flicker of pleasure sparked in her clit thinking of how good it would feel to be under his naked, sweaty form as he savaged her with his cock. Once, twice he chased her lips up and then plunged his wet, velvety tongue into her mouth as a prelude to his incursion. Their tongues met, and writhed together like lovers grinding against one another in bed.

Molly moaned on his mouth. "Oh, God."

His fingers slid under her panties, caressed her bum and ran along the crevice between her cheeks.

"I need to possess you, little human," he murmured.

She trembled in his arms. She wanted that too. She wanted it so badly, she frightened herself.

"Y-You . . . you can have me," she whispered.

A tremor ran the length of his frame. His erection pulsed in his pants. With a quick inhalation, his head snapped up and he surveyed the area. She gasped as he scooped her up and walked her to the nearest berth where he set her atop the thin, memory foam-like pad. She bit her lip as he stepped back and wrenched his tunic up. It caught on his neck and in the process of wrestling it off, every smooth stone-like muscle in his abdomen contracted. Then, he managed to yank it clear leaving his hair disheveled . Her innards flushed at the glorious sight of his bulging pecs, wide shoulders and the narrow taper of his waist. For a moment, she gawked at him in stunned silence, then shyly met his heated gazed. His eyes constricted and focused on her with an intensity that made her tummy quake.

That needy gaze spurred her to action. She rubbed her feet together where they dangled over the edge of the slab-like cot and her boots slid to the floor. She bent to remove the sheer, black knee high stockings but he wagged his head.

"Those can stay."

The sound of his baritone voice uttering those words vibrated her sex at exactly the right frequency and it quickened with want. Her shaking fingers flew to the hem of her mini-dress. She wiggled her bum on the slab while she worked the garment up and over her head, her hair crackled with static. When she had sight of him again, he was down to his shorts. She dropped her dress to the floor unceremoniously. In two strides, he was upon her again. He stepped between her legs, cupped her face and swooped down for a searing , possessive kiss. Her hands flew to his sides where the muscles along his ribs rippled. His skin was like living marble, hot and smooth. His tongue was like a scythe, cutting through any doubts about the pleasure to come.

In the next instant, he unclasped her bra, discarded it and tugged at her underwear. She turned on the cot so she could lift her bum. He kept up his scorching eye contact while he slid the flimsy, black scrap of fabric down her legs. When he was done, he pushed his own shorts down and freed his manhood. Molly's cheeks flamed as she set eyes upon the rigid behemoth jutting from a vee of musculature between two powerful thighs. Scalding breaths poured from her lips as she realized that she would just barely be able to close her hand around it and if she did, it would reach nearly to her elbow. Her eyes shot up as he climbed onto the berth and crawled between her legs and over her body. Quivering from an excess of nervous energy, she laid back against the thin mattress. She was acutely aware of everything like the way her nipples perked in the cool air, the contrast of his heat as it poured of him and the feel of the vinyl-like covering against her back.

Molly thought she might pass out staring into his eyes as he loomed over her on all fours. Her breaths were short and shallow and puffing from her lips like she was in an oxygen starved environment. She wanted his touch so badly, she ached.

Khan's head dropped as he shifted and dipped to one elbow. His erection bopped against her belly. She held her breath when she felt the first gentle exploration of his hand where he slid it downwards between her breasts, over her stomach and approached her sex. Down over her mound his fingers explored until they delved between her slick folds and rubbed her hidden live wire.

"Oh, unnnn-uh, huh . . ."

Her legs jerked as sensation shot inwards. She felt a tingle all the way up her sex. Again his finger slipped over the nub and she arched off the little bed. He was touching her . . . there! The thought made her eyes roll back in her head. When she bent up again with the next flick, his lips closed around a nipple. She cried out as he sucked the tight bead into his mouth. Her stocking-clad feet skidded on the slippery pad. His attack on her senses was relentless, never had she felt like such a slave to someone's attentions. For several minutes, he stroked and licked and sucked. Khan only paused and hovered when she was nearly insane with need. His fringe dangled in front of his glittering eyes. Slowly, he extracted his fingers from her folds and brought his index to his mouth. Without looking away, his tongue shot out and he licked the end of his finger. His eyes hooded.

"Hmm, you taste . . . sweet," his deep voice resonated through her body.

She stared up at him with her lips parted. A twister spun through her insides. She could melt at the look in his eyes.

"I-Is that a good thing?"

He nodded. "Yes, it seems like you're ready for me. Are you?"

Khan kissed her nearly breathless. "Are you ready to take me, little human? "

He settled his weight between her legs.

"To welcome my cock into that . . . "

He chased her lips up.

"Sweet . . ."

She felt a pressure at her entry.

". . . cunt?"

A breath shuddered from her lips. "Oh, fuck, yes!"

Khan grabbed her wrists and held them down, then his hips lifted one last time and he thrust hard.

"Uuuunh!" She cried out.

His invasion was a wonderfully savage stroke like the lance of a dull broad sword. Her torso was jolted and flattened the pad beneath her as his hips spread her legs and he seated himself into her womb. A heavy breath expelled from his lips. She didn't find the penetration painful, just incredibly shocking to be filled and stretched to the point of burning in the mere lapse of a heartbeat. Her clit pulsed at the sheer ecstasy of being so thoroughly filled. She huffed several puffs of air against his shoulder. She couldn't believe he was inside her; her face started to heat. What did future men think of women who so easily succumbed to their desires? Before she could think any more about it, he was dragging out of her again. She braced herself for the return. Her walls tensed. She wanted to experience his claim again, god help her, and he did not disappoint. His rigid, veined member plunged down past the flesh that clung to him until she felt the poke of it in her belly. His balls slapped into her crease. A deep, satisfied rumble emitted from within his chest.

"Hmph, hu-uh, you do feel sweet. You feel so sweet wrapped around me," he mumbled, "but you are very . . . small. Have I injured you?"

"Mm, no! Please," she begged as she wrapped her legs around his torso and tilted her hips to take more of him, "p-please, I'm good. Just . . . fuck me."

She bit her lip. She was so embarrassed. What had gotten into her? She didn't know this brazen woman.

Khan released her wrists and directed her arms around his neck. "I intend to, little human."

She hung on for dear life while he leaned on his elbows. The weight on her hips lightened and then he started to pump. Each thrust came quick and less controlled as if he was fighting a losing battle. Soon, she found her eyes squeezed shut as she reveled the feeling of his thick shaft drumming her body. Her ache turned into a throb like a candle flame trying to flare into a supernova. Molly's cries filled the bay. She abandoned her modesty. Her fingers scraped over his scalp and she gripped fistfuls of his hair. She bit down on her lip and bucked as one of his strokes managed to rub just perfectly against the point where she most ached. At the end of it, she felt the momentum of her orgasm and the coming explosion. With a cry and a deep, internal flash, she spun into a pulsar beneath Khan.

"Unnnh, unh, oh my god," she cried as her walls undulated in spasms.

The man responsible for her orgasm groaned. His cock strained within her body. He slowed his movements while she came, drawing out her pleasure. With a quick flip and rotation, he hauled them both up into a sitting position with her knees straddling his legs and his member still deeply embedded. His dark pupils burned into hers as he cradled the back of her head and supported her with a hand between her shoulder blades. A little aftershock rocked her core at the soft look in his eyes.

"You slay me, little human," he murmured and thrust upwards, "did you really enjoy that?"

Molly's breath caught. "Y-Yes, yes, it was so good."

Khan's lids fell. He gripped her and pushed up again. She felt like he was a stake driving into her body in this new position. She was struck again by his size. There was no way around it, she knew she would be sore the next day but she didn't care. She just wanted him to feel as good as she had just felt. Her hands flattened on his shoulders and she lifted herself with her knees. She was rewarded with a deep groan from him when she sank back down until her bum rested on his thighs.

Khan's mouth covered hers then. He kissed her deeply and began to move with her as she rode him. His muscles contracted under her hands. She rocked her hips more feverishly and clenched on him for all she was worth. In a matter of heartbeats, she knew she had him close in the way his head dropped back. She kissed his neck. The sounds of his satisfied murmurs filled her ears. Then, with one last stroke upwards, he went rigid and cursed. His fingers bit into her hips.

"Come for me," Molly whispered.

"Mmmm, fffft," his cock jerked with his release and she felt the spurting of his flesh as it pushed out his fluids.

Her sex contracted on him and milked his orgasm. A long cry of something akin to pain whistled from his lips. They sat there for some time as he twitched. Somehow, their arms worked their way around one another. Khan's lips found hers and he kissed her tenderly. He then pulled back. His eyes scanned back and forth over her face as if she was some sort of wondrous curiosity. In fact, he looked almost boyish. The softness in his eyes was like a hit to the gut.

"Molly Hooper," he panted.

Her fingers danced on his shoulders. "Yes?"

A wrinkle appeared above his eyes.

"You are mine now, understand?" His features hardened. "You are mine."