Fic, Soulmate, 9/12
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Sam closes her eyes and makes a small sound as his hot kisses trails down to her breasts, and he laves his tongue over them, one at a time. She caresses him everywhere she can reach, paying special attention to the spot on his neck she knows from Jolinar's memories will be the most pleasurable for him. Her other hand she use to stimulate his shaft, massaging it through the thin material of his soft pants. She feels is swell even more under her ministrations, and she feels a pang of lust and desire, needing to feel him inside her as soon as possible. "Lantash..." She moans.
Lantash groans deeply and runs his hands down her stomach, grabbing hold of the flimsy skirt she is wearing and tearing it off her. She is not wearing any underwear, not having been given any, since it was considered unneccesary. She is naked before him, and his eyes roves hungrily over her.
Too aroused to be shy at her nakedness, when he is still clothed, Sam pushes his shirt up, wanting to feel his naked skin under her hands. Lantash helps her, tearing his shirt off, uncaring that the buttons fly as he does so.
Sam runs her hands over his chest, enjoying the smooth feeling of soft skin, and the strong muscles underneath. He is almost hairless on the chest, and she wonders if it is natural or if Lantash controls it. Regardless, she finds it sexy, and kissed him, licks his nipples, kisses down over his stomach.
The pants are in the way, and she pushes them down as far as they will go, with Lantash sitting. He rises and pulls them off completely, and Sam pulls him to her, intent on showing him her skills.
She takes him in her mouth, sucking gently, then a little harder as she slides up and down a few times. She twirls her tongue around the tip, then slide down over him, using her hands to caress the part of his shaft outside her mouth.
"Oh, gods...Samantha...s...so t...talented..." Lantash moans, grabbing her head and barely stops himself from pushing deeper than she can take him.
She continues pleasuring him for several more minutes, then Lantash, prodded by Martouf, makes the decision he does not want to come like this. Not this time at least. He wants to make sure she enjoys this, not caring it is not 'Goa'uld' to want that. Frankly, right now he does not care about being Goa'uld, or powerful, or anything else but making love to Samantha.
He pushes her down on the bed and spreads her pussy lips with his fingers. He licks gently at her pleasure button, then suck on it. Pushing one then two fingers inside her, he speeds up his licking at the same time, faster, harder. Sam moans and gyrates her hips. "Lantash...oh, yes...please...harder..."
Suddenly Sam cries out and comes, and Lantash quickly lies down over her, thrusting into her hard, and starts pumping fast, not giving her time to recover from her orgasm. Sam squeals softly and thrusts against him, enjoying the sensations as he fills her completely.
Completely focused on riding Samantha, Lantash is barely aware of Martouf, urging him on, as desperate for release as Lantash. Samantha is so wet, tight, and soft all at the same time, and the pleasure is almost unbearable. The soft sounds she makes, her movement under them as she again is close to coming.
Unable to control himself, Lantash cries out and rams himself into her, groaning deeply as he empties himself into Sam. She makes a soft moan and suddenly comes again, her pussy contracting around his cock, making them both gasp.
Lantash is snuggling up against Sam, holding her to him and burying his nose in her hair. It smells wonderful, and he feels very devoted to her. He sighs softly and kiss her neck.
~I admit it, you were correct, Martouf. I do love her. I do not care that she is 'just' a human. I love her.~ He admits, almost puzzled.
~I am glad you have realised it, and that Samantha does not seem to mind what we did. I do not believe the aphrodisiac would have been needed, though.~
~Perhaps, though I fear I would have lost my control and taken her, before she was ready, had she not been as aroused as she was. I would not have wanted this to be less than wonderful for her.~ Lantash caresses Sam gently, not wanting to wake her up, but also unable not to touch her. His heart beats faster from just thinking of her, and looking at her and touching her fills him with a feeling deeper than anything he can imagine feeling.
"Mmm, Lantash, that's nice." Sam mumbled softly, almost half-asleep. "You know, you hadn't needed to drug me - I would have happily slept with you anyway. You are a wonderful lover."
"Thank you, Samantha." Lantash says, sounding surprised. "I am happy you are satisfied. Then you are not angry at me?"
"No, silly. Not at all - I'd love to make love to you again soon, but I think I need to sleep for a little while first."
"Of course, my Samantha. I will look forward to mating... making love...to you again." Lantash kisses her neck, then snuggles against her again, closing his eyes and trying to sleep a little while she does. He just need to control his body's reactions first.
~Maybe you should look at my memories, then, to see other things I am right in?~ Martouf suggests. ~Now when you have admitted I was right that you can feel for a human? Maybe I am right in other things? Maybe that you're Tok'ra, and not Goa'uld?~
Lantash is quiet for a moment, thinking. He is taken aback at his host's insolence at first, but then he realises that he is right - and that he does not mind that he is right. Or that he is insolent sometimes. He finds he likes it. Shaking his head at himself, he answers. ~I think you are correct. I will look at your memories now, if you do not mind, and then we will sleep a little - before mating with our Samantha again. How does that sound?~
~That sounds very good.~ Martouf 'smiles'.
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