Fic, Picking up guys at the bar, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, NC-17, 6/6
I have made a small, but pleasantly crackling fire in my fireplace, lighted some candles, and turned on some soft, relaxing music. Romantic, but also somewhat melancholic - which may not be the right choice?
"Thank you, Samantha. The music is lovely, and fitting of my mood - and the 'snacks' and drinks look interesting."
I turn to smile at him, and indicate the sofa with my hand. "Would you like to sit?"
He nods. "Yes." He smiles at me. "Samantha... you are beautiful."
I blush, my heart beating faster. "Thanks." I sit down, and he sits beside me. I busy myself with pouring him a drink. I hand it to him.
"Thank you, Samantha."
We each take a sip from our glass, and then I turn to him. We need to talk, but my mind goes to a different place when I look at him and see the intense look in his beautiful pale blue-grey eyes. Which looks strangely darker now. The scientific part of my mind tells me it is because he likes what he sees. Me!
"Um, cheers." I tell him, clinking my glass against his. "It's... a wish of good health and good luck here."
He nods. "Cheers, then." He drinks, and so do I.
It feels as if the wine is going straight to my head right now, but perhaps it is because I am still affected by all I had drunk earlier. He seems fairly unaffected by the alcohol, but that is probably because he is a host.
Sitting this close to him, means I am constantly feeling the buzzing from naquadah. It is a bit weird, but also comfortable. Familiar, somehow. I guess Jolinar was used to sensing it all the time at home in the... tunnels. Tunnels that I see in my dreams.
Acting on an impulse, I reach for him. I again sense the strange, but pleasurable naquadah-induced buzzing/tingling sensation where our skin touch, and I suddenly find myself thinking about how that would feel if we were both naked, our bodies pressed against each other, as he thrusts into me...
I gasp, and I know I blush furiously, hoping he does not guess my thoughts. I swallow, and push the erotic thoughts aside, with difficulty. "Um, would you like to dance?"
He seems to think it over, then nods. "Yes. I think I would like that." He smiles at me and gets up, and I follow.
We walk to the fairly open floor in front of the open fireplace, and Martouf takes hold of my hips the same way he did when we danced at the bar. I put my arms around his neck, and for some time we sway slowly to the music.
Gradually, we seem to drift closer to each other, until we are holding each other close. It is wonderful. I am slightly dizzy - from the alcohol, of course, but at least as much from being close to Martouf. I have never felt like this before. Just being in his arms feels so right. The thought of him leaving the planet again soon, and us maybe never seeing each other again - it is something I cannot bear to think about. I decide to act - and I have never before been the one to take initiative in situations like this.
I turn my head and press my lips against his skin, just under his ear. He makes a small hiss of in-drawn breath, but does not pull away. Encouraged, I do it again, then gently suck on the bottom of his ear. Martouf make a soft sound, sliding his hand up my side. I trail kisses down to his neck, then back up to his chin. He pulls me close, and press his lips to mine.
This is wonderful! Everything around me cease, and I just concentrate on the kiss. Our tongues spar, and the kiss deepens. I feel his reaction - there is a nice large and hard bulge pressed again me. I rub myself against it, and he gasp into my mouth.
We kiss for what seems forever, and still much too short. I am dizzy - from lack of air, but also from the intensity of the kiss.
I look into his eyes. The pale eyes are dark with desire, and I pull him with me down to sit on the floor in front of the fireplace. I am happy I have a thick soft fur there, inherited from my dad.
We kiss again, and then Martouf press me down, lying on top of me. He is very aroused, and his breathing is quickened. He pulls at my clothing, just as I pull at his. It doesn't take long for us to get naked.
We both gasp out as our naked bodies press against each other, the tingling of the naquadah only adding to it. I want him so much! I can't remember ever wanting or needing anyone or anything as much as I need him to make love to me.
He place kisses down my throat, sucking there a little, before continuing to my breasts. He laves the nipples one at a time, and I buck against him, the fire in my blood burning hot. "Martouf! Gods! I need you so much!" I exclaim.
He chuckles, his voice hoarse, and just continues pleasuring my breasts, before finally moving lower. He places several kisses on my stomach, before continuing down, swooping in to kiss and lick at my pleasure button. I shriek as he flicks he tongue hard and fast over it, and come almost immediately.
As I come down from my high, I feel my desire only burning hotter. I look at him, he looks proud and self confident - and very close to losing his cool, so aroused is he. He is sitting back on his haunches, and I rove my gaze over him. He is so attractive! So sexy! His chest is muscled, but not too much. It is almost hairless, with only a little here and there. His stomach is flat, and his whole body is well toned. My gaze goes to his manhood, and it is large and very hard, bobbing almost straight up, so hard is it.
"Pleased with what you see?" He asks, the rascal!
"Oh, yes, very much!" I don't want to beg, but my pussy is in need, and I cannot wait to feel him ram that magnificent shaft into me. "Please, Martouf, fuck me!"
"With pleasure!" He answers, a naughty smirk on his face. His voice even rougher than before. He is as affected by this as I am, and doesn't hesitate. He kiss me deeply, then spread my folds and thrusts into me. We both hiss from the intense sensation. He is filling me so wonderfully! He thrusts again and sinks deeper, and then again, entering me completely and stretching me.
The feeling of him in me is so intense, I am already close to coming again. He pulls out and pushes back in, and I moan deeply. He sets up a rhythm, and I am soon almost mindless with lust. He keeps pumping into me, harder, faster, and I cry out as I climax. He groans and thrusts several times more, ramming into me now, and I have another orgasm, almost continuous with the first.
His eyes suddenly flash! He makes a couple more hard thrusts, and then he comes, uttering something in Goa'uld, I think. His voice is different, distorted, and I know it is Lantash. Not that I mind - on the contrary, I want him too.
He collapse on top of me, and we are both too spent to move or say anything. I am certain I have never come as hard before - nor ever more than once in one go!
How do I make these wonderful men mine? I love them already, as crazy as that sounds, and I desire them more than I have ever desired anyone. On top of this Martouf is sweet and kind - and so very skilled.
I drift off to sleep, snuggling against him.
Martouf POV
I wake up after having slept beside Samantha for some time, I do not know how long. Both Lantash and I fell asleep, after the most intense mating either of us have ever experienced.
I look at her, as she lies her beside us, still asleep. She is beautiful, and seems to be both kind and intelligent. I feel an intense wave of love, and then one from Lantash as well. We have both fallen for her so quickly it is scary.
There is another thing - I again feel guilty. How could we do this? We have only just met her, and we should not do this with someone not our mate - and so soon after Jolinar's death. I cannot stop myself from feeling ashamed of that. How can I be so thoughtless?
~As I said before, she would have been our mate if Jolinar had lived, and she still may be. She certainly seemed to appreciate what we did, and she behaves as if she has feelings for us as well. I cannot think the Tau'ri can be so different from us, as to agree to do something like this without feeling anything.~
~Maybe. I hope you are right.~ I sigh. ~I wonder how much she remember from Jolinar - and if this could be a reaction to something from her?~
~I don't think she mated with us just because of left-over emotions from Jolinar. Especially not since she doesn't even seem to remember that much about Jolinar and her life.~
~We need to talk to her - as soon as she wakes up.~
~Yes, I agree. We do.~
Sam POV
I wake up to see Martouf look at me with an intense, but also melancholic expression on his face.
"Uh, hi...?" I say, feeling stupid. Is he regretting what we did? Does he think I am a slut?
"Samantha..." He caresses my cheek, and it reassures me. Some. "We need to talk."
"I... uh, yes... Um, about this?" I indicate what we have done.
"That too, but first there are other things we should discuss."
I nod, realizing what I mean. "You're right. We should have talked about that before we did anything else." My head is clearer now, and I am ashamed of my behaviour. I look around and spot a blanket on my couch, and I pull it to me so I am not naked. "Um, well, as you know, I have naquadah in my blood, and I sense it in you too. You are a host... to Lantash. I was a host too - as I know you've guessed. To a Tok'ra. I think you are Tok'ra too, well, I'm sure of it, because... because the symbiote I was host to knew you."
"Your symbiote was Jolinar. She.. she died in you." Martouf says.
I nod. "Yes." I look at him, seeing the distress on his face. "So she was a she? I thought... well, I wasn't sure, but she was in a male host."
"She had only ever taken female hosts before that, and she considered herself female."
I can see he is pained at discussing her. "Would you rather not talk about her?"
"No, I need to know. We need to know... what... what happened to her. We know some, but there are still many things we do not know."
"Did you know her well?" Martouf has grown quiet, and has bowed his head - and closed his eyes, I think. He remains silent for some time. "Martouf?" He looks up again, and his eyes flash. I gasp, still not used to it. "L... Lantash?"
"Yes, I am Lantash. Martouf is... not handling the grief well right now." He looks pained as well. "Jolinar was my mate."
"What? She was... she was your mate? Who's mate? Yours or Martouf's?"
"Both. Host and symbiote love as one - and mourn as one."
"Oh, my god! I am so sorry!" I exclaim.
She was their mate! And I seduced them! If they just learned of her death, they must be devastated! I feel ashamed.
Lantash has dipped his head, and now I remember that they often do that when switching between host and symbiote - to show a change in control, and to hide the eye flash, normally.
"Don't be. We wish you to understand." Martouf says. "We... we already knew Jolinar was dead, but it is still hard... to hear about it, and to meet you."
"I really wish she had lived." I tell them.
It is the truth. Yes, I was furious with her, and I hated her when she took me against my will, but she also gave her life to save me, and I really do believe she would have left me, had she gotten the chance. And had I not decided to remain her host. The most important reason I want her to live is that I would do anything if it would only make Martouf - and Lantash - not look so sad. I wish to comfort them.
"What happened? We know... she was killed by an ashrak, but that is all."
I begin to explain all that happened, from when I became Jolinar's host, and until the ashrak - and Jolinar - were dead.
"Thank you for telling us." Martouf says. "It still concerns us greatly that Jolinar would take an unwilling host."
"She was desperate. I think she had some information she needed to give you - give the Tok'ra, but I can't remember what it is. In the end, she gave her life to save me - and I believe she was being truthful when she told me she would leave me. I forgive her."
This feels so strange! I mean, we've had sex, but we didn't really know anything about each other - and now it turns out I was host to their mate! No wonder I am reacting the way I do to them! Is it all due to her, or is some of it from myself? How can I even now?
At least they - claim - they were attracted to me before knowing I was host to Jolinar, even though they knew, or had guessed it, by the time we slept together. So I guess they want me for me... at least also for me?
There is a lot we need to talk about... though I definitely feel that my attraction - and love - of him is real, and mine.
"If you can forgive her, then so can we." Martouf says. He looks at me with a concerned expression. "Samantha? Something else is worrying you."
"Yes." I finally admit. "Is this real? Us, I mean? Or is it all due to Jolinar?"
"You worry your attraction for me is caused by leftover memories and emotions from Jolinar?"
"Yes."
Martouf nods. "I understand, and you are probably affected by them. To what degree, I cannot say. However, does it matter?"
"I can't tell if they're mine or hers! It feels as if I love you, but what if it's really her?"
He smiles. "You love me? And you feel her love for me?"
"Yes."
"In that case, what is there to worry about? It is not uncommon among the Tok'ra to 'inherit' the love from the symbiote - or the host, though that is less common. There is no difference in the emotions. They feel the same, and is as true, real, and lasting."
"That's weird, but okay." I look at him, and I must admit that I'm almost not caring if these emotions were originally mine, or if they became mine. I love him, them, so much! There is something else, though. "What about the two of you, then?"
"We felt attraction to you before we knew you had been Jolinar's host. Very strong attraction. We told you earlier, do you not believe us?" He looks worried and sad.
"Yes. I do believe you, I'm just not used to... um, love at first sight, you know."
He smiles. "It is a rare thing. Lantash has experienced it once before, but never as strongly as this. We both felt it, the moment we saw you." He takes my hands. "We know we have only just met, but we are certain... we love you."
We hug each other, and I feel happier than I can remember feeling before! We need to figure out what to do, of course. Can we be together, even if we are from different planets? I hope we can.
Something else, we need to talk to Stargate Command, and to get a meeting arranged for the Tok'ra and the Tau'ri. Martouf and Lantash have said the Tok'ra want to meet, and so do we. It could be a good alliance, I think. We can help each other a lot - and we have the same cause.
All of that will have to wait until tomorrow, though. Late, tomorrow, because first I want to spend some more time with these wonderful men I have just met!
"Thank you, Samantha. The music is lovely, and fitting of my mood - and the 'snacks' and drinks look interesting."
I turn to smile at him, and indicate the sofa with my hand. "Would you like to sit?"
He nods. "Yes." He smiles at me. "Samantha... you are beautiful."
I blush, my heart beating faster. "Thanks." I sit down, and he sits beside me. I busy myself with pouring him a drink. I hand it to him.
"Thank you, Samantha."
We each take a sip from our glass, and then I turn to him. We need to talk, but my mind goes to a different place when I look at him and see the intense look in his beautiful pale blue-grey eyes. Which looks strangely darker now. The scientific part of my mind tells me it is because he likes what he sees. Me!
"Um, cheers." I tell him, clinking my glass against his. "It's... a wish of good health and good luck here."
He nods. "Cheers, then." He drinks, and so do I.
It feels as if the wine is going straight to my head right now, but perhaps it is because I am still affected by all I had drunk earlier. He seems fairly unaffected by the alcohol, but that is probably because he is a host.
Sitting this close to him, means I am constantly feeling the buzzing from naquadah. It is a bit weird, but also comfortable. Familiar, somehow. I guess Jolinar was used to sensing it all the time at home in the... tunnels. Tunnels that I see in my dreams.
Acting on an impulse, I reach for him. I again sense the strange, but pleasurable naquadah-induced buzzing/tingling sensation where our skin touch, and I suddenly find myself thinking about how that would feel if we were both naked, our bodies pressed against each other, as he thrusts into me...
I gasp, and I know I blush furiously, hoping he does not guess my thoughts. I swallow, and push the erotic thoughts aside, with difficulty. "Um, would you like to dance?"
He seems to think it over, then nods. "Yes. I think I would like that." He smiles at me and gets up, and I follow.
We walk to the fairly open floor in front of the open fireplace, and Martouf takes hold of my hips the same way he did when we danced at the bar. I put my arms around his neck, and for some time we sway slowly to the music.
Gradually, we seem to drift closer to each other, until we are holding each other close. It is wonderful. I am slightly dizzy - from the alcohol, of course, but at least as much from being close to Martouf. I have never felt like this before. Just being in his arms feels so right. The thought of him leaving the planet again soon, and us maybe never seeing each other again - it is something I cannot bear to think about. I decide to act - and I have never before been the one to take initiative in situations like this.
I turn my head and press my lips against his skin, just under his ear. He makes a small hiss of in-drawn breath, but does not pull away. Encouraged, I do it again, then gently suck on the bottom of his ear. Martouf make a soft sound, sliding his hand up my side. I trail kisses down to his neck, then back up to his chin. He pulls me close, and press his lips to mine.
This is wonderful! Everything around me cease, and I just concentrate on the kiss. Our tongues spar, and the kiss deepens. I feel his reaction - there is a nice large and hard bulge pressed again me. I rub myself against it, and he gasp into my mouth.
We kiss for what seems forever, and still much too short. I am dizzy - from lack of air, but also from the intensity of the kiss.
I look into his eyes. The pale eyes are dark with desire, and I pull him with me down to sit on the floor in front of the fireplace. I am happy I have a thick soft fur there, inherited from my dad.
We kiss again, and then Martouf press me down, lying on top of me. He is very aroused, and his breathing is quickened. He pulls at my clothing, just as I pull at his. It doesn't take long for us to get naked.
We both gasp out as our naked bodies press against each other, the tingling of the naquadah only adding to it. I want him so much! I can't remember ever wanting or needing anyone or anything as much as I need him to make love to me.
He place kisses down my throat, sucking there a little, before continuing to my breasts. He laves the nipples one at a time, and I buck against him, the fire in my blood burning hot. "Martouf! Gods! I need you so much!" I exclaim.
He chuckles, his voice hoarse, and just continues pleasuring my breasts, before finally moving lower. He places several kisses on my stomach, before continuing down, swooping in to kiss and lick at my pleasure button. I shriek as he flicks he tongue hard and fast over it, and come almost immediately.
As I come down from my high, I feel my desire only burning hotter. I look at him, he looks proud and self confident - and very close to losing his cool, so aroused is he. He is sitting back on his haunches, and I rove my gaze over him. He is so attractive! So sexy! His chest is muscled, but not too much. It is almost hairless, with only a little here and there. His stomach is flat, and his whole body is well toned. My gaze goes to his manhood, and it is large and very hard, bobbing almost straight up, so hard is it.
"Pleased with what you see?" He asks, the rascal!
"Oh, yes, very much!" I don't want to beg, but my pussy is in need, and I cannot wait to feel him ram that magnificent shaft into me. "Please, Martouf, fuck me!"
"With pleasure!" He answers, a naughty smirk on his face. His voice even rougher than before. He is as affected by this as I am, and doesn't hesitate. He kiss me deeply, then spread my folds and thrusts into me. We both hiss from the intense sensation. He is filling me so wonderfully! He thrusts again and sinks deeper, and then again, entering me completely and stretching me.
The feeling of him in me is so intense, I am already close to coming again. He pulls out and pushes back in, and I moan deeply. He sets up a rhythm, and I am soon almost mindless with lust. He keeps pumping into me, harder, faster, and I cry out as I climax. He groans and thrusts several times more, ramming into me now, and I have another orgasm, almost continuous with the first.
His eyes suddenly flash! He makes a couple more hard thrusts, and then he comes, uttering something in Goa'uld, I think. His voice is different, distorted, and I know it is Lantash. Not that I mind - on the contrary, I want him too.
He collapse on top of me, and we are both too spent to move or say anything. I am certain I have never come as hard before - nor ever more than once in one go!
How do I make these wonderful men mine? I love them already, as crazy as that sounds, and I desire them more than I have ever desired anyone. On top of this Martouf is sweet and kind - and so very skilled.
I drift off to sleep, snuggling against him.
Martouf POV
I wake up after having slept beside Samantha for some time, I do not know how long. Both Lantash and I fell asleep, after the most intense mating either of us have ever experienced.
I look at her, as she lies her beside us, still asleep. She is beautiful, and seems to be both kind and intelligent. I feel an intense wave of love, and then one from Lantash as well. We have both fallen for her so quickly it is scary.
There is another thing - I again feel guilty. How could we do this? We have only just met her, and we should not do this with someone not our mate - and so soon after Jolinar's death. I cannot stop myself from feeling ashamed of that. How can I be so thoughtless?
~As I said before, she would have been our mate if Jolinar had lived, and she still may be. She certainly seemed to appreciate what we did, and she behaves as if she has feelings for us as well. I cannot think the Tau'ri can be so different from us, as to agree to do something like this without feeling anything.~
~Maybe. I hope you are right.~ I sigh. ~I wonder how much she remember from Jolinar - and if this could be a reaction to something from her?~
~I don't think she mated with us just because of left-over emotions from Jolinar. Especially not since she doesn't even seem to remember that much about Jolinar and her life.~
~We need to talk to her - as soon as she wakes up.~
~Yes, I agree. We do.~
Sam POV
I wake up to see Martouf look at me with an intense, but also melancholic expression on his face.
"Uh, hi...?" I say, feeling stupid. Is he regretting what we did? Does he think I am a slut?
"Samantha..." He caresses my cheek, and it reassures me. Some. "We need to talk."
"I... uh, yes... Um, about this?" I indicate what we have done.
"That too, but first there are other things we should discuss."
I nod, realizing what I mean. "You're right. We should have talked about that before we did anything else." My head is clearer now, and I am ashamed of my behaviour. I look around and spot a blanket on my couch, and I pull it to me so I am not naked. "Um, well, as you know, I have naquadah in my blood, and I sense it in you too. You are a host... to Lantash. I was a host too - as I know you've guessed. To a Tok'ra. I think you are Tok'ra too, well, I'm sure of it, because... because the symbiote I was host to knew you."
"Your symbiote was Jolinar. She.. she died in you." Martouf says.
I nod. "Yes." I look at him, seeing the distress on his face. "So she was a she? I thought... well, I wasn't sure, but she was in a male host."
"She had only ever taken female hosts before that, and she considered herself female."
I can see he is pained at discussing her. "Would you rather not talk about her?"
"No, I need to know. We need to know... what... what happened to her. We know some, but there are still many things we do not know."
"Did you know her well?" Martouf has grown quiet, and has bowed his head - and closed his eyes, I think. He remains silent for some time. "Martouf?" He looks up again, and his eyes flash. I gasp, still not used to it. "L... Lantash?"
"Yes, I am Lantash. Martouf is... not handling the grief well right now." He looks pained as well. "Jolinar was my mate."
"What? She was... she was your mate? Who's mate? Yours or Martouf's?"
"Both. Host and symbiote love as one - and mourn as one."
"Oh, my god! I am so sorry!" I exclaim.
She was their mate! And I seduced them! If they just learned of her death, they must be devastated! I feel ashamed.
Lantash has dipped his head, and now I remember that they often do that when switching between host and symbiote - to show a change in control, and to hide the eye flash, normally.
"Don't be. We wish you to understand." Martouf says. "We... we already knew Jolinar was dead, but it is still hard... to hear about it, and to meet you."
"I really wish she had lived." I tell them.
It is the truth. Yes, I was furious with her, and I hated her when she took me against my will, but she also gave her life to save me, and I really do believe she would have left me, had she gotten the chance. And had I not decided to remain her host. The most important reason I want her to live is that I would do anything if it would only make Martouf - and Lantash - not look so sad. I wish to comfort them.
"What happened? We know... she was killed by an ashrak, but that is all."
I begin to explain all that happened, from when I became Jolinar's host, and until the ashrak - and Jolinar - were dead.
"Thank you for telling us." Martouf says. "It still concerns us greatly that Jolinar would take an unwilling host."
"She was desperate. I think she had some information she needed to give you - give the Tok'ra, but I can't remember what it is. In the end, she gave her life to save me - and I believe she was being truthful when she told me she would leave me. I forgive her."
This feels so strange! I mean, we've had sex, but we didn't really know anything about each other - and now it turns out I was host to their mate! No wonder I am reacting the way I do to them! Is it all due to her, or is some of it from myself? How can I even now?
At least they - claim - they were attracted to me before knowing I was host to Jolinar, even though they knew, or had guessed it, by the time we slept together. So I guess they want me for me... at least also for me?
There is a lot we need to talk about... though I definitely feel that my attraction - and love - of him is real, and mine.
"If you can forgive her, then so can we." Martouf says. He looks at me with a concerned expression. "Samantha? Something else is worrying you."
"Yes." I finally admit. "Is this real? Us, I mean? Or is it all due to Jolinar?"
"You worry your attraction for me is caused by leftover memories and emotions from Jolinar?"
"Yes."
Martouf nods. "I understand, and you are probably affected by them. To what degree, I cannot say. However, does it matter?"
"I can't tell if they're mine or hers! It feels as if I love you, but what if it's really her?"
He smiles. "You love me? And you feel her love for me?"
"Yes."
"In that case, what is there to worry about? It is not uncommon among the Tok'ra to 'inherit' the love from the symbiote - or the host, though that is less common. There is no difference in the emotions. They feel the same, and is as true, real, and lasting."
"That's weird, but okay." I look at him, and I must admit that I'm almost not caring if these emotions were originally mine, or if they became mine. I love him, them, so much! There is something else, though. "What about the two of you, then?"
"We felt attraction to you before we knew you had been Jolinar's host. Very strong attraction. We told you earlier, do you not believe us?" He looks worried and sad.
"Yes. I do believe you, I'm just not used to... um, love at first sight, you know."
He smiles. "It is a rare thing. Lantash has experienced it once before, but never as strongly as this. We both felt it, the moment we saw you." He takes my hands. "We know we have only just met, but we are certain... we love you."
We hug each other, and I feel happier than I can remember feeling before! We need to figure out what to do, of course. Can we be together, even if we are from different planets? I hope we can.
Something else, we need to talk to Stargate Command, and to get a meeting arranged for the Tok'ra and the Tau'ri. Martouf and Lantash have said the Tok'ra want to meet, and so do we. It could be a good alliance, I think. We can help each other a lot - and we have the same cause.
All of that will have to wait until tomorrow, though. Late, tomorrow, because first I want to spend some more time with these wonderful men I have just met!