{ Mini-Chapter: Wabi-Sabi }

"A natural child..."
Khan turned from the window and gave me one of his rare expressions of confusion, pensiveness- vulnerability.

"I've...," He hesitated."...always wanted to give someone- someone a natural birth, parents and a family..."

"You've already managed your crew like a family," I tried to sound reassuring, encouraging as I leaned over him and ran a hand up his chest. "It would be different with our child- not so Spartan-."

"Yes!" Khan decided, flopping me onto my back and watched me with half-lidded, saucy eyes. "A child, a new, little family of our own-."

"Well, here we go, just jump to the objective!" I laughed, teasing him, rolling my eyes.

He ran kisses to the crook of my neck, nipping at my skin with his teeth, a gentle brush of his tongue, a passionate suckle and nuzzle.

I pushed down his pajama trousers, ran my touch tenderly over his hips to his cock- I loved the feeling of that vulnerability, the tender side of him I could hold in my hands and cradle inside myself-

But before I could relax, a troubling thought rose up.

"Khan- what about-," I gasped and giggled as he trailed his lips down to my breasts, his fingers up my inner thighs. "-no really, wait- what may happen to our kids...? How can we know that they'll be-?"

"Human?" He finished.

"-and safe..."

"Cerridwen, I'm not truly human- and neither are you. Our children will be a new race of human...something new- maybe the true Superior."

"I couldn't care less if the kids are human- but how can we be sure they'll be safe? I won't have them- fall into being- into being subjects or-." I closed my eyes over my rising tears.

"They'll be safe," Khan swore to me with a surety, a passion, a dedication that seemed to strike straight to the center of the earth.

He kissed away my tears and took my face in his hands: "...they'll have us- and 72 uncles and aunts to protect them."

"But promise me you won't assign them as some type of police for society- some leader- that may be your choice but it might not be theirs- they should be free, even if they are a different- a different kind of human-."

"Our children," Khan assured me. "will have the luxury of choosing their own path."

He smiled and I saw the dream, the happy plan glimmer brightly in his eyes.

"Your parents were Augments. They fled their government, and you were born naturally. You're fine, aren't you? A fine, albeit superior type of human," Khan commented. "Our kids- they'll be the same: a more focused, less obvious talent, like yours but still augmented...You are proof that this natural procreation is safer for our kind- you're stable and with rare gifts...less susceptible to obsessions and delusions..." Khan thought aloud.

"As long as our children will be safe," I rose off of the lumpy bed and looked coyly over my shoulder. "And maybe if you can manage to catch me..."

Khan gave a playful growl- low and passionate, the kind he knew sent tingling heat to my hips. He leapt off the bed and I laughed as I sprinted from the bedroom.

Cliché! My inner critic chimed- chasing each other like giddy youngsters-

But I didn't care, we were newlyweds and we were free.

I darted and weaved around the wooden beams in our tiny apartment, sparing playful glances, receiving his hunter's gaze- hearing Khan purposefully landing his footsteps loud and heavy-

I made it out to the front yard and the meadow of daisies.

Quaker trees littered here and there, I'd cup their trunk in my hand to swing around- and eventually when I swung around Khan was there; he caught me fiercely, covered and gathered me completely, biting that delicate, ticklish skin of my neck.

"You don't run well enough, tigress," He tenderly licked the red circle of the love-bite. He ran his hands up my thighs, again playing his fingers along the inner side.

I loved his bites, the feeling of his teeth closing on my skin-

Khan pressed his body against me and I laughed at the sparkling, throbbing feeling from between my legs.

The quaker tree we were leaning against groaned tiredly.

His cock was hard and demanding- I loved that feeling, that pressure against my abdomen, against my sex.

But then there came a sudden rush of self-consciousness-

"While I love that we can kiss in public and make love away from secret closets," I gasped for air, as he heaved me up, my legs apart and knees high- his erection taut and teasing against my moist center- nearly all rational thought vanished from my head-

He was grinding his hips in a rhythm that was maddening-

Khan discarded my blouse, we fumbled with his trousers and untangling my bra from my top- awkward moments that made me giggle.

But that wave of self-consciousness lingered.

"…this-this," I couldn't hold back the hitches and silly, aroused squeaks and gasps, feeling that dizzying high of a rising, building orgasm before he'd even slid his cock inside me. "-this is a little more public than I-."

"Worry, worry, worry, Jānama," He breathed raggedly, exclaiming softly, deeply; caressing my breasts, his mouth closing over my nipple, sucking and pulling my nipple up and erect, running his tongue to guide it up, up- "No one watching..." He started, taking my other breast in his lips before finishing, "nothing but the quaking trees and wabi-sabi* daisies."

I waited for the shyness to pass, washed away by the sensations from my body- from his body.

"I could still escape," I nibbled his bottom lip. "Come harder, press me flat, shake my bones- take me like a tiger."

I pushed him away- of course only because he allowed it- and I ran away, the grass grazing my bare feet.

I wanted our love-play, I wanted our love-making like we'd done times before- but this- I wanted a mating.

A real mating.

And I could tell he felt the same- a new hunt, a new pleasure added to our intimacy- not just pursuing arousal, but also creation-

We played and chased and dodged and hunted until he couldn't hold back anymore-

He leapt forward, threw his arms tightly around my legs, and brought me down hard to the little forest floor.

I cried out in surprise, gasping and panting on all fours as he greedily pressed his hands against my skin, up my buttocks, up my back, back down- his fingers finding their way and plunging inside my sex.

Another exclamation- from him and me.

"You're so moist, so soft," Khan brushed and nuzzled his face up and down my spine as he twisted his fingers inside me, trailing up to my clit.

"Oh damn, Khan- that-."

"It'll make you come, won't it?" I heard the satisfaction in his voice as he brushed his cock down my buttocks to the right place-. "But once is never enough for you. I'll make you scream, I'll hear that climax scream more than once before I'm done."

"You may have caught me, but you'll never conquer me."

Khan slipped his fingers out and now guided his cock inside me, dragging a sharp breath from my lungs and tearing a groan from his chest.

"I'd never want you conquered, my beloved. Never."

Khan took to me so swiftly, urgently- neither of us could hold back any longer for playing. His hips rocking, pumping, stretching and pulling me, burning inside my vagina.

He eased back and returned harder.

"My-my favorite little place in the world..." He breathed, managing to press a couple fingers inside where we were connected.

Rubbing his cheeks back up my spine, more nuzzling against that crook of my neck.

"Don't stop," I panted, licking my dry lips, digging my nails into the grass and dirt. "Khan- please- I can't stand it anymore- come-."

He powered again inside me, the feeling of fullness intensifying until the peak came and I shook, writhing, throwing my head back and to the side, the rise racking through me- my sex ached as my hips convulsed, tossing so fiercely from side to side that Khan had to grab my buttocks to keep us connected, to keep us balanced.

A mating, a true mating.

My world had shrunk, focused and narrowed on nothing but pleasure.

He thrust harder, his breath and groans so loud and so satisfying-

I felt that small, scratching barb erect from the tip of his cock, cling to the walls inside my sex.

He bellowed softly, hips pounding pumping-

The barb clutched inside me, pulling back hard but never releasing me with each of Khan's retreat.

The pain was a mix of pleasure and some discomfort-

-the splice of lion genetics* ensuring our mating, our coming, our creations-

And then Khan came fiercely too, slumping over me and throwing his arms around my middle, holding and scratching and writhing so wildly- hands scratching up and around, digging in and then softly caressing the folds of my stomach, my breasts-

Closing his teeth tightly, grabbing the back of my neck between his teeth.

As the tremor of pleasure slowly ebbed away, his touch was tender, his mouth soft as he caringly licked the large, red mark he had left, trailing his tongue to the curve of my shoulder and neck-

One last hard bite-

Why did it feel so amazing? The simultaneous real hurt and pleasurable pain-

"My beloved," Khan murmured against my skin, wet from his kisses and bites.

" Jānama," I sighed.

The barb released as his cock slid out of my sex.

I shuffled and hitched tight in pain- the barb's retraction was always somewhat unpleasant.

He slid out carefully, tenderly.

I turned and lied on my back against the grassy ground, pulling him down over me.

"I'll always love you," I smiled, still out of breath.

"I will love you beyond my life, beyond the grave and death itself, my beloved."

Khan looked down at me so intensely I shivered.

I felt the anxiety rising from his heart.

/worry, anxiety, concern
regret, worry, insecure-/

"You didn't hurt me," I reassured him, caressing his chest, down his hips, his tight buttocks. "I love that little extra- clutch." I flushed bashfully. "For some reason- the real pain and the pleasurable pain- together, it feels..." I blushed more deeply. "...Don't ever hold it back again. I want all of you, branded by all of you."

Khan laid down on his side, pulling me against him and kissing me passionately, tangling my tongue with his.

"You are mine," He growled after releasing my lips. "And I am yours."

I nodded, cupping his cheek in my hand.

He leaned against my grasp, closing his tired eyes.

I ran my hands through his hair, he lowered his head to lay against my breasts.

I cradled him against my heart, against my breasts.

I felt the cool Palmyra air brush against my skin, pleasingly cold against the moisture of my sex, the remnants of his seed that tingled inside me.

Life.

First freedom, now life.

More life and freedom for us both in our secluded little cottage of an apartment in Palmyra, New York.

The home Khan had literally built for us. The daisies- the type of flower he had never seen, the flowers that had delighted him so much, the flowers that rose up from our nest among the meadow.

He loved the daisies because of wabi-sabi*, because he had never known imperfection could accentuate beauty.

Our own little decision in our own little meadow for our own little children.

Notes:

*Notes and translations:

-"wabi-sabi": 侘寂, represents a comprehensive Japanese world view on accepting transience and imperfection- that imperfection can make things more beautiful, like the crack in the Liberty Bell. This aesthetic is sometimes described as one of beauty that is "imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete". It is a concept derived from the Buddhist teaching of the three marks of existence

-Lion genetics- male lions have small barbs on their penis to secure the female so the semen can enter more surely. Since Khan is biologically engineered, I figured they'd try to add splices of other animals. I thought it'd be kind of um, really sexy if he had some lion in him...thought about making it tiger, but I worried that would've been too corny.
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FINALLY, am I right? I meant to put a love scene much sooner in the story, but it turned out the story had its own rhythm so I've been following it. Hope this isn't too kinky- again, I'm new to publishing my smut writing, so forgive any amateur faux pas...

Sorry to just tack on the new info on Wrenne's background- not very well done =\ I wanted to present it differently, but oh well. Her parents were Augments from a different country and program than Khan. They managed to escape and make it to America, giving birth to Wrenne naturally, and moving around a lot to avoid certain dangers that followed them. They eventually settled in Wales when Wrenne was ten years old. Her parents died under mysterious circumstances to be revealed later. Again, REALLY sorry to tack this on at the end...very poorly done, sorry...

In case there is any confusion, this scene plops you in a time after Khan, Wrenne, and the crew have escaped from Hayagriva (but HOW? You'll see...). Khan and Wrenne are temporarily living in a small New York state town, Palmyra.

The meadow was inspired by something in my life- I visited Palmyra with my family, and we wandered into a forest/grove of thin, quaker trees and grass- eventually we came upon one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen in my life: a still meadow flooded with daisies, sunflowers, and tall grass. A lone stag lingered there.

I thought this would be a perfect, romantic place for making love x3