Fic. Khan Do It All Night (Star Trek Into Darkness fic) 1/1
“I am better.”
“At what?”
“Everything.”
Khan now had to prove the truth of his words.
And he had. Quite satisfactorily, thought Dr Carol Marcus, as she stumbled from the room, completely exhausted, thoroughly rumpled and more than a bit uncomfortable in certain places. She was also spattered in bite marks - he was definitely a savage in bed…and she knew she’d be back for more.
She had only intended to talk to him, to find out more about this genetically-manipulated being who was vastly superior in both strength and intellect, but the moment she entered the room he had skewered her with those blade-sharp eyes and she knew she was about to find out just how much better he was. It was not something she had planned on, but looking at him, it was not something she was going to refuse, either. He was beautiful, this man; tall and muscular with an air of barely-held control that she found dangerous and exciting.
In short, she wanted him. Desperately. She couldn’t explain this sudden urgent feeling that was surging through her veins…she only knew she was compelled to act upon it. She raised her hand to touch his face; gasping when he grabbed it tightly and dragged her to the corner where they could not be easily seen. He grabbed her other wrist and roughly pulled it above her head to join its twin, the look in his eyes and on his face reducing her to breathing heavily in the silence, as his strength held her in place. Lowering his head, he ravaged her mouth, leaving her lips bruised and bleeding by the ferocity and savagery of it, and her mind blown by the need she sees in his eyes.
He pushes her hard against the wall, growling his need for her low in his chest, the rumble vibrating through her, making her gasp as the wall digs into her back. He is so close to her now that she can see every pore of his skin...she shivers unconsciously as her body reacts to him in a way as old as Time itself, his stronger than normal pheromones caressing her already befuddled brain. His nostrils flare as he picks up the scent of her arousal, and his cool fingers trace up her thighs; almost, but not quite, dragging his nails over her soft flesh until he meets the cotton barrier that keeps him from his prize. He finally traces the thin cotton covering her heat with a long finger...and grins. It is a dark, feral grin. The grin of a being so sure of himself that he cannot help it. A primal, animalistic grin. She is so wet for him the thin cotton is soaked with her juices, and he raises the digit, sucks it into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, suffusing his senses with her taste, his eyes now completely dilated with arousal so that all that is visible is a turquoise ring around pupils that are as black as night.
In the blink of an eye, he reaches under the short skirt, grasps the thin cotton barrier and rips it from her body, before freeing himself; the coldness of his zipper contrasting sharply with the heat emanating from her flushed skin. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, before taking himself in hand, positioning himself at her now dripping core. With a grunt, he sheathes himself fully inside her before pounding in and out, pushing her up the wall and off her feet. His teeth find the soft skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder, and he bites. Hard. The breathy screams she makes only serve to fuel his lust, break his tight control and spur him on to completion. His teeth are used again and again, marking her as he takes possession of her body, marking her as his. He snarls as he feels his balls tighten painfully...then he’s yelling as he comes, as his orgasm races through his body.
He does not know, or care, if she has followed him. It does not matter. This time. Or the next. Or the one after that. By then, she is almost limp with exertion, and he briefly wonders if he should take pity on her…but he is not that kind of man, and he dismissed the thought. He has 300 years of cold dark sleep to make up for, and she is a willing participant, it seems.
Hours later, he is still aroused, but this human woman can take no more, so he quickly brings her to orgasm with his mouth, and allows her to leave. He is smiling as she leaves, but it is not a nice smile, a tender smile. Not the tender smile of a lover.
It is the smile of a crocodile that has sight of its prey.
She will be back.
He smiles all the following day, terrifying all those who see him.
“At what?”
“Everything.”
Khan now had to prove the truth of his words.
And he had. Quite satisfactorily, thought Dr Carol Marcus, as she stumbled from the room, completely exhausted, thoroughly rumpled and more than a bit uncomfortable in certain places. She was also spattered in bite marks - he was definitely a savage in bed…and she knew she’d be back for more.
She had only intended to talk to him, to find out more about this genetically-manipulated being who was vastly superior in both strength and intellect, but the moment she entered the room he had skewered her with those blade-sharp eyes and she knew she was about to find out just how much better he was. It was not something she had planned on, but looking at him, it was not something she was going to refuse, either. He was beautiful, this man; tall and muscular with an air of barely-held control that she found dangerous and exciting.
In short, she wanted him. Desperately. She couldn’t explain this sudden urgent feeling that was surging through her veins…she only knew she was compelled to act upon it. She raised her hand to touch his face; gasping when he grabbed it tightly and dragged her to the corner where they could not be easily seen. He grabbed her other wrist and roughly pulled it above her head to join its twin, the look in his eyes and on his face reducing her to breathing heavily in the silence, as his strength held her in place. Lowering his head, he ravaged her mouth, leaving her lips bruised and bleeding by the ferocity and savagery of it, and her mind blown by the need she sees in his eyes.
He pushes her hard against the wall, growling his need for her low in his chest, the rumble vibrating through her, making her gasp as the wall digs into her back. He is so close to her now that she can see every pore of his skin...she shivers unconsciously as her body reacts to him in a way as old as Time itself, his stronger than normal pheromones caressing her already befuddled brain. His nostrils flare as he picks up the scent of her arousal, and his cool fingers trace up her thighs; almost, but not quite, dragging his nails over her soft flesh until he meets the cotton barrier that keeps him from his prize. He finally traces the thin cotton covering her heat with a long finger...and grins. It is a dark, feral grin. The grin of a being so sure of himself that he cannot help it. A primal, animalistic grin. She is so wet for him the thin cotton is soaked with her juices, and he raises the digit, sucks it into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, suffusing his senses with her taste, his eyes now completely dilated with arousal so that all that is visible is a turquoise ring around pupils that are as black as night.
In the blink of an eye, he reaches under the short skirt, grasps the thin cotton barrier and rips it from her body, before freeing himself; the coldness of his zipper contrasting sharply with the heat emanating from her flushed skin. He closes his eyes and breathes deeply, before taking himself in hand, positioning himself at her now dripping core. With a grunt, he sheathes himself fully inside her before pounding in and out, pushing her up the wall and off her feet. His teeth find the soft skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder, and he bites. Hard. The breathy screams she makes only serve to fuel his lust, break his tight control and spur him on to completion. His teeth are used again and again, marking her as he takes possession of her body, marking her as his. He snarls as he feels his balls tighten painfully...then he’s yelling as he comes, as his orgasm races through his body.
He does not know, or care, if she has followed him. It does not matter. This time. Or the next. Or the one after that. By then, she is almost limp with exertion, and he briefly wonders if he should take pity on her…but he is not that kind of man, and he dismissed the thought. He has 300 years of cold dark sleep to make up for, and she is a willing participant, it seems.
Hours later, he is still aroused, but this human woman can take no more, so he quickly brings her to orgasm with his mouth, and allows her to leave. He is smiling as she leaves, but it is not a nice smile, a tender smile. Not the tender smile of a lover.
It is the smile of a crocodile that has sight of its prey.
She will be back.
He smiles all the following day, terrifying all those who see him.