Stargate SG-1, fanfic, NC-17, A Rescue, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, 3/3

[hathor_girl]

"She has been bathed and dressed in what we hope is satisfactory clothing," one of the two female servants that brought Sam, tells Lantash.

Lantash lets his gaze run over Sam, very much enjoying what he sees - and letting the servants notice, by leering.

~Samantha is indeed beautiful, and that blue dress is... extremely enticing.~

~It is, it does not hide much. I am glad she is here with us, and not out there being ogled by other men.~

~You had better say something to the servants, so they leave.~

"She won't need clothes for what I want her for!" Lantash grins evilly, hoping the servants would get the hint and stay far away from the room the rest of the night. "Has she been fed? I need her strong!"

"Of course, my Lord... and she has."

"Good. Leave us. Unless I call for you, I will not need your assistance until you bring breakfast tomorrow."

"Yes, my Lord."

Both servants bow, and leave, leaving Sam in the room and closing the door after them.

Lantash hurries to the door and listens for a while. "They have gone, and I do not believe they will be back until tomorrow." He locks the door and turns to Sam. "I apologize for the masquerade, but there was no other way to free you."

"I understand. Thanks, Lantash." Sam smiles at him, very relieved.

Lantash sighs, looking apologetic. "You may not wish to thank me when you realize what must now happen. If we do not mate, the people here will know. I do not put it above them to search the bed sheets for... fluids. Or even to examine you. If we do not do as is expected of us, they may kill me - and sell you to one of the Goa'uld who was bidding for you."

"Oh, I...see." Sam frowns, then nods. "All right." She smiles. "I will much rather have sex with you, than with any of those disgusting Goa'uld!"

Lantash nods, still not looking happy. "I do apologize, but I promise to make it a pleasant experience for you. I am sorry you do not want me."

Sam looks ashamed, realizing how what she said could be taken. "I didn't mean it that way, Lantash. I do...want you. I find you very attractive, and I like you and Martouf. A lot. It's just...this wasn't really how I expected to sleep with you...um, I mean, not that I expected to sleep with you. Or..." Sam hides her face in her hands. "Damn!"

Lantash smiles, pleased by her admissions. "Come, my Samantha. If you prefer, we can talk later. When we have given each other pleasure and are lying together, closely."

"I... I think I'd like that." Sam smiles at him, and walks meet him.

Lantash takes her hands in his and entwines his fingers with hers. He looks at her, smiling. "You are so beautiful, my Samantha. I cannot deny that the prospect of mating with you pleases me greatly!" He flashes his eyes as he looks into her eyes.

Sam blushes, but does not look away. "As long as no one interrupts us, then I'll admit I look forward to it too."

"No one will." Lantash promises. "They would never dare interrupt a Goa'uld Lord when he is with a woman."

He pull her close, and kiss her softly. Sam returns the kiss and for some time they stand closely together, slowly moving their lips against each other. It is heaven, and Sam closes her eyes. They embrace, holding each other close. Sam feels Lantash's shaft getting hard between them.

Lantash's hands starts to stray, one hand finding her ass, and the other stroking the side of one of her breasts. Sam lets her hands slide over his back, enjoying the feeling of his strong body under the soft white silk shirt he is wearing. She pulls it up and glides her hand under it and up his naked back.

"Your skin feels so soft and wonderful." Sam says in a low voice, leaning against him and fully enjoying the feeling of his naked skin under her fingers. She slides her hand up to his neck, remembering from Jolinar how the symbiote can be pleasured through the skin, and bringing extra pleasure to both host and symbiote.

"I very much enjoy your hands on me, Samantha," Lantash says, his voice rough with arousal. He gasps as Sam finds a particularly sensitive spot. "Though... if you want me to...retain some semblance of control, you should not..." He gasps again. "Touch me there...like that..."

"Here, then?" Sam asks, a naughty tone getting into her voice as she moves back just enough that she can get a hand between them to cup his hard erection. She squeezes softly, remembering exactly from Jolinar how to please Martouf and Lantash, how to drive them wild.

"Samantha!" Lantash groans and kiss her hungrily. He starts pulling at her dress, and by sheer coincidence finds the way to open it before he tears it. The dress falls to the ground. He makes a hoarse sound as he realize she is naked under it. "You are completely naked...and your body is perfect. Out there, when the others were looking at them, I wanted to kill them! But now you are here, safe, with me..."

"I think they didn't feel I need anything under, considering what they expected us to do...and safe? With you?" Sam laughed softly. "Perhaps, but I don't think my virtue is safe..."

"Perhaps not, but then, you do not want it to be - not for me, at least." He says, bluntly. He pulls his shirt off, and starts to unfasten his pants.

"Let me help you with that..." Sam smiles and kneels before him, helping him out of his boots while he gets the pants opened.

Lantash throws his clothing aside and grabs Sam, pulling her to a standing position and kiss her deeply, before lifting her in his arms and carrying her to the large bed, where he puts her down.

Sam looks at him with a very appreciative look as he stands before her, naked and with a very large, very hard shaft pointing up. He is looking at her, with an adoring, but lusty expression.

"Do you like what you see?" Lantash asks, smugly.

"Oh, yes." She reaches a hand out for him. "Join me?"

"Immediately!" He crawls on the bed to her, and takes her in his arms, kissing her passionately. "Samantha, I want you so much!" He kiss down her throat and neck, down to her breasts. He kisses her nipples, sucking them, nibbling on them affectionately.

Sam moans, very much on fire for him, and arcs her body needily. "Lantash, sweetie... I need you..."

Lantash laughs hoarsely and scatters kisses over her stomach, before moving lower. "Soon, my beloved Samantha, soon..." He spreads her folds and places a soft kiss on her pleasure button, making her shriek. "Lift your butt for me..."

Lantash quickly flicks his tongue over her clit, while using his fingers on one hand to stroke and fondle the whole area. His other hand he uses to cup one of her ass cheeks and kneading it. It is obvious the combination of it all is driving Sam crazy with lust. Lantash is not immune either, and he rubs his now very hard and aching cock against the bed under him, attempting to get some relief.

Sam tangles her fingers in his hair and closes her eyes, moaning deeply as Lantash pleasures her expertly. It does not take long before she cries out, bucking against his face as she comes hard.

Lantash does not wait for her to come down from her high, but quickly spreads her pussy lips and thrusts his hard shaft into her. Sam makes a small gasp as she is stretched by his large cock, and he holds himself still for a moment, trying desperately to control himself. "It's... all right... I am just feeling very full..." she gasps. "More than I had imagined possible..." she smiles, and pushes against him a little. "but it is also very good to feel you in me... and my clit is still tingling, and..."

Taking this as a hint he can begin to move again, Lantash pulls back a little, then thrust forward again. Sam gasps again, but smiles encouragingly at him, and when he enters her again, she moans softly and thrust up against him.

"You are so wet, and so tight, my Samantha!" Lantash groans. "It feels... so wonderful!"

He pushes into her, harder than before, and Sam squeals with pleasure. She bucks up against him, and they both start moving faster.

"Lantash!" Sam gasps, "so... good! Oh!" She moans again, and wraps her legs around him.

Lantash tries to hold back his impending orgasm, tries to not thrust as fast as he wants - and as Martouf constantly begs him to. When Sam finally comes hard under them, he starts pounding into her and comes seconds later.

They kiss, and Lantash smile at her. "My lovely Samantha..."

Sam smiles back at him, a tired but satisfied expression on her face. "You are wonderful."

He grins a little. "Martouf tells me to say that he very much hopes you will agree to let us mate with you again - then he would like to be in control. At least some of the time."

Sam kisses him. "He has nothing to worry about. I would never dream of denying him that... or denying myself the pleasure of being with you both again. It's just too bad he can't risk taking control when you are pretending to be Goa'uld, but I understand."

They kiss again, and snuggle up to each other, before falling asleep.

They have many things they need to talk about, and things to explain to Sam's team mates, but for now they just enjoy the comfort of resting in each others arms.