A/N: Thanks for all the love you've given this cracky little fic! Here be smut, so be warned! At least one more chapter to follow!
The Present
The problem, Molly would later reflect – once her brain decided to work again – was that she hadn't had a proper Heat since she was sixteen. And even that first Heat had been truncated by suppressants as soon as her parents realized that their supposed Beta daughter was actually an Omega. A late-blooming Omega, but an Omega nonetheless, far too old to be allowed a full Heat without attracting every unBonded Alpha in the neighborhood. Since she'd never gone into a proper, full-length Heat, she'd never really learned to put up any kind of a defense against a powerful, unsuppressed Alpha's pheromones. Such as the ones John Harrison – whom she quickly learned was actually the infamous last 21st century Alpha despot, Khan Noonien Singh – was emitting.
If Captain Kirk or Commander Spock hadn't been on their own suppressants, dulling their senses of smell and tamping down on their more aggressive instincts, it might have been avoided. It was necessary, Molly understood the need; for so many Alphas to work together, especially when not segregated from Omegas (such segregation having been banned far back in the 20th century), they needed some form of external control set into place. And since genetic engineering had been banned since the fall of the Augments at the end of the 21st century, tampering with things on a genetic level was strictly forbidden.
Thus the current situation: roughly half of the population of the Enterprise's female Omegas pregnant and giving birth at roughly the same time. Today including herself, Lt. Uhura from the Bridge crew, and Dr. Marcus from Engineering. Dr. McCoy was looking a little ragged, but once the three of them finished laboring and gave birth they would bring the grand total of babies he and the depleted medical staff had delivered in less than a week to eight. Lucky fucking Betas, not having to endure this agony...
She groaned as another contraction rippled across her abdomen. "Our children are impatient to be born," she heard Khan murmur as he brushed her sweaty hair from her forehead and allowed her grip his hand tightly enough to break unAugmented bones.
She grunted in response and glared at him as best she could when all she wanted to do was clench her eyes shut and ride out the pain. She knew better; it was so much better to have an outside focal point – and lucky Khan, she'd decided his stupid, smug face was hers. Of course it was his fault she was having triplets; not one other Omega had been cursed with a multiple birth. Oh no, it had to be her, and of course it was because of her Bondmate's genetically enhanced reproductive system. Of course, making their two sons and one daughter had been amazing, absolutely the best sex Molly had ever had, but it was hard to remember the pleasure in the midst of such excruciating pain. She tightened her grasp on Khan's hand as the contraction peaked, hearing him crooning something soft and soothing in Hindi as she endured another contraction.
The contraction ended, and she panted softly in the aftermath, accepting the ice chips Khan pressed to her lips. Oh, she was still angry with him for this, but he was her Bondmate now and she could feel the real affection he held for her and their unborn children through that Bond. Affection, and a great deal of eagerness; he dearly wanted to hold those children, to cut the cords and wrap them in blankets and lay them on her chest. She wanted that too, of course she did, but she still found it overwhelming to know that she was tied for life to this man. And even though he'd single-handedly saved them all from Admiral Marcus' attempts to kill them in order to cover up his own crimes, Khan had still done some pretty terrible things himself.
Getting her up the duff, in spite of her current lack of appreciation for her condition, was definitely not one of them.
Nine Months Ago
Molly moaned as Commander Harrison pulled her into his arms, tilting her head automatically to allow him to sniff her neck. She moaned louder as she felt his tongue dart out to taste the sweat that had sprung up as she'd gone into a Heat so intense it felt as if her entire body had been engulfed in flame. She was conscientious about getting her shots, and was positive she'd had the latest weekly injection just two days ago.
Whatever. It hardly mattered now, when the Alpha busy rending her uniform from her body like so much tissue paper had already proven his superiority to her. He'd taken down Dr. McCoy and that security guard when still manacled, and wrenched said manacles from his body with a thrilling ease that had sent moisture pooling between her legs even faster than his heady, masculine scent. The most atavistic part of her thrilled at the prospect of being taken by an Alpha so powerful, of feeling his knot expanding against her cunt until it filled her and his hot seed emptied into her womb.
She bent over, fumbling to remove her boots, and heard him growling approval at the sight. The sound of his heavy coat dropping to the floor caused her to look over her shoulder, and she watched, entranced, as the rest of his clothing – smelling of sweat and smoke and Alpha and something alien she would later identify as Klingon blood – joined it. When he began removing his own boots she remembered what she'd been doing and returned to her task, letting out a squeak of surprise when she felt large hands grasping her hips. Commander Harrison ground his erection into the cleft of her buttocks, then slid it between her thighs and into the gathering moisture slicking her flesh while she gripped the edge of the counter and moaned in purest lust.
"You want me," Harrison said thickly, thrusting between her legs and wrenching more moans from her throat.
"Yes," Molly gasped out. It was wrong, so wrong to allow this, but she was helpless under the torrent of hormones and pheromones their bodies were producing. Biological compatibility could cause a precipitous Heat such as she was currently experiencing, but it usually took a bit more than a single encounter for that to happen. And for her perfect mate to be a fugitive terrorist they'd been ordered to apprehend – kill, the rumors said, rather than take into custody as Captain Kirk had done – seemed so ludicrous as to be impossible.
Yet here she was, bent over and allowing this man to touch her, to rut against her body, his hands now moving to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples into exquisitely painful nubs, while she cried out in pleasure and panted for his knot like some mindless animal. Heats were powerful, she knew that academically, but truly experiencing one for the first time was like experiencing an avalanche; all she could do was hang on and pray she wasn't utterly consumed.
Still, she was a Starfleet officer, and she had to at least make a token attempt to stop this before it went any further. With an enormous effort of will, she straightened and turned, pushing her hands against his chest in a futile attempt to make him move away from her. "C-commander Harrison, this has to, it has to, to stop," she gasped, looking up to meet his gaze directly. Knowing that it was a dangerous thing to do, challenging an Alpha who was heading into a full Rut if he hadn't already done so.
Harrison stared down at her through eyes that were much more black than blue-green at the moment, lips peeling back to show his teeth in a snarl meant to intimidate. "Bend over," he growled, reaching for her, but Molly shook her head, standing her ground even if it was on shaking legs.
"No," she said forcefully, once more attempting to shove him away from her. "Y-you're a prisoner in S-starfleet custody, and I order you to…"
She got no further; with a vicious growl Harrison lifted her into his arms and carried her protesting, squirming form over to the nearest biobed. He dropped her face down on the yielding surface, but Molly flipped herself over as he leapt up, his knees on either side of her thighs while she stared defiantly up at him. "Like this," she said, her voice raspy as another dizzying wave of purest desire crashed over her at his continuing displays of superiority. Oh, her womb was aching for this Alpha, her body's needs and recognition of his suitability as a mate and father of her children swiftly overrode her brain. "You'll knot me like this," she demanded, still meeting his gaze in challenge.
"Very well," he growled, lowering his body so that he covered her, pressing his legs between her thighs and resting his massive cock – the largest she'd ever seen and certainly the largest she'd ever felt – on her soaking wet pussy. "Little doctor, I cede to your wishes this time. But when next we mate, rest assured, you will be on your knees and wailing for me."
Then he grabbed her ponytail, tugging it out of its holder, pulling her head over to once again take in her scent, his nose nuzzling against the jumping pulse at the base of her throat. Molly whined in acquiescence, tilting her head further to give him better access, moaning as he once again darted out his tongue to taste her.
Satisfied that he was at least willing – at this early point – to allow her some form of control, Molly put her hands on his shoulders and lifted her knees, planting her feet solidly on the narrow biobed and lifting her hips to press herself against the solid length of his cock. There would be no more challenges, no more attempts to stop this, only fucking and knotting and resting, eating and drinking when their senses returned to them, until the cycle repeated and it started over again, for however many days her Heat lasted.
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Khan let out a sort of strangled gasp as she finally stopped resisting him – futile though they both knew such resistance to be – and allowed him to enter her. He moved slowly, feeling her fingers digging into his shoulders as he stretched her, watching intently for any signs of pain or even discomfort, but seeing only ecstasy in her features. Or was he merely reading what he wanted to see? "Tell me if I hurt you," he muttered, lowering his head to press a quick kiss to her lips.
She responded not in words, but by opening her mouth beneath his to deepen the kiss, by sliding her hands down his back and pressing firmly against his flesh, by lifting her legs and wrapping them around his waist. The sudden change of angle slipped him deeper inside her, and Khan moaned at the sensation, then moaned again when Molly stopped gliding her tongue against his and instead sucked it between her lips and teeth in the simulation of an activity that sent the nerve endings in his groin into overload. He thrust his hips harder in response, staring down at her in pleased surprise at the way she took the initiative, as no other Omega he'd fucked ever had.
"Harder," she gasped, raking her nails down his back in a manner that would have drawn blood in a normal human. But he felt the slight sting and took enjoyment from knowing that she wanted him so very badly. Yes, it was her Heat talking and not her, but he'd never been with an Omega like this one – and never reacted to one as strongly as he was to her.
It hadn't been part of his plans, to succumb to the lure of an Omega the way he knew the other Alphas would, but from the moment she'd burst into Sickbay, he'd known she was the only woman for him. He'd anticipated a typical submissive Omega female and she continued to turn those expectations on their heads.
And he loved it.
So he obliged her urgent demands, thrusting deeply inside her and then drawing back out again teasingly, knowing his self-control was on the verge of breaking down, reveling in it even as he knew it could ultimately be his undoing. He was supposed to be taking over the ship, forcing the Chief Medical Officer to unthaw his crew, but here he was rutting like a stag against this slip of a female, fighting the sudden urge to not only knot her but to Bond with her.
That would be a dangerous mistake, and he vowed to keep control of himself in that one area, even as he gave into his body's demands – and hers – and began to fuck her, hard, moving with machine-like precision and gloating over the wails and cries she was making as she crashed into her first orgasm.
