Note for non Star Trek readers: "The Phase" is a physiological phase that all Betazoid and half-Betazoid females enter into during mid-life, similar to human menopause. It's only during this period that a Betazoid female become fully sexual, as the sex drive quadruples – or more! (So yeah, a definite M on this story, which will be a two parter, and is based on an original tumblr post by solvingdinner, who came up with the idea!)
Part 1 – Waking the Beast
The ship that found the Botany Bay drifting in deep space, the USS Farragut, was a science vessel. Which was fortunate, considering the fact that the Botany Bay's only 'cargo' consisted of 100 cryotubes containing, unfortunately, only seventy-three surviving humans of unknown origin. The captain put his chief medical officer, Dr. Molly Hooper, a half-Betazoid who'd been with Starfleet for two decades and was approaching her fortieth year (although looking as if she were barely into her twenties), in charge of examining one of the patients while the others remained in stasis.
Alone in Sickbay during the ship's night, Molly couldn't help but be struck by the physical perfection of the unconscious man she was monitoring; he was clearly the most Alpha male she'd ever seen, and he appealed to the Omega side of her as much as he did the empathic Betazoid part. She turned away, entering her most recent readings into her data PADD, when suddenly his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist.
Shocked that she hadn't sensed his return to consciousness, or scented the change in his biology, she gasped and dropped the PADD as he stared at her, his heterochromatic eyes glittering blue-green in the subdued lighting of the Sickbay only the two of them currently occupied. "How long?" he rasped, nostrils flaring as he took in her scent.
"Three hundred years," Molly gasped, feeling a sudden surge of heat flashing over her body, exploding from her abdomen as if she'd swallowed a supernova. Fuck! she thought, dismayed as she realized that two things had occurred simultaneously: she'd started The Phase a good two decades early, and she'd gone into spontaneous Heat in spite of her suppressants.
And the patient, whose name she still didn't know, was scenting the air, sitting up, the gray sheet falling away from his bare chest and revealing a muscled smoothness that every suddenly-overreacting hormone in her body responded to with the biological equivalent of "YUM!"
And judging by the feral expression in his face, and the way his hand had moved from her wrist to her waist, hauling her closer to his naked body, his own response was very much the same. "Your name?"
"D-doctor Molly Hooper," she stammered, then gasped as he easily lifted her up, up, until she was straddling his naked form, resting with her knees on either side of his muscular thighs, the short blue skirt of her uniform rucked up around her hips. She felt his fingers gliding along her back, down to the curve of her arse and up again, and gasped again as he suddenly tore her uniform open, not bothering to search for the hidden seam that would, when pressed properly, simply open the back up. A thrill went through her at this display of raw Alpha strength, and her quivering nostrils drank in the strong, masculine scent of him – sweat and wood smoke and something indefinable that thrilled her to her core.
"Pleased to meet you, Doctor Hooper," he purred, his voice a deep, rumbling baritone as he ghosted his fingers over her back. He dipped his head down and sniffed at her throat; she automatically tilted her head to give him access, dimly wondering why she wasn't sounding an alarm instead of allowing this newly-awakened stranger to touch her so intimately. Then again, she wasn't exactly thinking straight at this point – nor did she care if she ever came to her senses ever again! Her questing hands had explored his smooth, muscular chest before moving down the hard planes of his abdomen until thwarted by the sheet still loosely draped around his hips. She tugged at the fabric, lifting her hips slightly in order to free him to her sight and touch.
He made a sound very much like a growl, primal and possessive, and the short hairs on the back of her neck and arms prickled, standing at attention as his mouth claimed hers. She moaned, settling herself back onto his thighs as his hands explored her body as eagerly as hers continued to explore his. Their kisses alternated between slow, languid sweeps of the tongue to urgent clashes, and Molly soon found herself with one hand anchored in his dark hair, the other wrapped as far around his massive Alpha cock as it could reach.
"Your scent has altered considerably in the last few minutes," her ostensible patient growled against her lips. He inhaled deeply as if to illustrate his statement, and Molly shivered in purest desire, tilting her head to the side and offering her throat again as her most primal Omega instincts took over, enhanced beyond reckoning by the increased libido caused by The Phase. He lowered his head and sniffed again; she felt his tongue dart out to lick at the sweat glistening on the column of her throat, and groaned as both hands buried themselves in his hair holding him closer.
"It's because I'm half-Betazoid," she managed to gasp out. "My Heat…it's going to be even more intense because of my biology." Some wicked part of her prompted her to add, "Maybe too much for even an Alpha human to handle."
"Ah, but I'm no mere human," he said with a slow, sensuous smile. "I'm an Augment, if that word means anything in the 24th century. My name is Khan; has it vanished into obscurity or do tales of my deeds yet live on?"
She sucked in a breath at that revelation; not everyone would recognize the name of one of the most infamous 21st century dictators, but her father had been fascinated by that period of history and had passed that fascination on to his only child. "Khan Noonien Singh," Molly breathed in mingled awe and disbelief. "Ruler of a quarter of the world during the Second Dark Age, vanished with a contingent of his followers after a world-wide uprising against the Augments…the single most notorious Alpha of that century," some devil prompted her to add.
He'd preened a bit at her recognition, but his lips had compressed in a dark frown as she'd rattled off the few facts that remained in the historical database. So many records had been lost during that period of time, so much was still unknown and she had a thousand questions she dearly longed to ask…but not now. No, right now all she wanted to do was kiss the frown from his full lips, to dart her tongue into his mouth so she could taste as well as scent him, to grind herself against his hard length and find relief in taking his Knot into her Heat-swollen pussy.
As if reading her thoughts – or, more likely, scenting her increasing desire for him with that sensitive Alpha nose of his – his frown melted into a dark, promising smile. "Well, Doctor Hooper, shall we begin?"