Chapter Sixteen Summary: They awaken, bath, have breakfast, make love, and then Daniel, Martouf, and
Lantash admit that their joinings are legal and will be considered so by both the Tok’Ra and the Tau'ri worlds.  
Sam threatens Daniel if he even thinks about telling her ways to get the marriage annulled.

“Italics” – Symbiote-Host communications
Ketra'kesh'cor - Four bound by the heart

















Sam awoke to the feel of lips on the back of her neck.  They nuzzled her gently and she
smiled softly.  She could smell Daniel’s scent in front of her, so it was his chest near her
nose.  That meant that Martouf was the one kissing the back of her neck.  She opened her
eyes, and in the dim light of the room, she could see that it was, indeed, Daniel in front of
her, and he was still asleep.  She rolled backward toward Martouf and whispered in a
romantic sultry voice, “Where are the controls?  I need to go to the bathroom, and I don’t
want to wake Daniel.”  

Martouf laughed quietly, and then reached out for the control by the bed, quickly
unlocking her from the two of them.  She slid from his arms and padded to the other
room.  After finishing in there, and seeing the bathing pool so close, she slipped out the
door and quickly lowered herself into the wonderful warm water.  She soaked for only a
moment or two, before moving into the bathing section and quickly washing and rinsing
herself.  

She felt much better, and after using the local’s version of a blow dryer, she returned to
the room and slipped quietly into bed.  Martouf opened his eyes, and then they widened,
as he realized that she had bathed.  She smiled at him and taking the control undid his
side as well.  He grimaced and agreed going quickly to follow her footsteps.  

Sam waited a few minutes and followed him.  She was just in time to see him slip into the
first pool.  She followed him in and ran her arms around his waist.  “Hi.  How are you and
Lantash this morning?  I think we all just kind of passed out last night.”  

He turned to face her and pulled her closer.  “Yes, we did.  Even Lantash took the time to
become dormant and rest.  It was a very long and eventful day.”  

“Yes, and it seems silly to have gone to all that trouble just to get a plant.  I suppose bogus
marriages are performed every day, though.”  Sam sighed as the pain of that thought hit
her squarely in the heart.  

“Samantha, make-love to me, and do no worry about our joining for now.  We will work
everything out later.  For now, we want only to hold you in our arms and love you.  To feel
the soft velvet of your channel clutch at us, pulling at us, milking us, wanting, and
needing us, until we can no longer think only feel, and all we can feel is you.  Only you.”  

As he breathed the last word, his lips found hers, and he began a long slow kiss of
seduction.  Their lips touched, softly, then clung as they began to part, only to move back
together again over and over, until at last they stayed together, and opened up one to the
other for their tongues to begin to explore more fully.  The kisses deepened, then broke
apart and Martouf moved from her lips to the corner of her mouth to nibble there for long
seconds.  Before sliding, lips open to her jaw-line and up, slowly, so slowly following the
curve there, only to stop before coming back to her cheeks, her eyes, and back full circle
to her lips.  

He needed to replenish himself from the honey that was there.  He drank deeply, before
leaving again, this time to outline the edge of her ear, and from there to discover the sweet
spot on her neck that Daniel had discovered the night before.  The one that made her
moan and cry out his name, and Lantash’s name, and plead for something that he was
not sure she really wanted, but since she asked, he did as she wanted.

He made a bruise on the side of her throat before she finally cried out, and he stopped,
appalled at the sight, but enthralled at the wildness of her lower body thrusting and
grinding against the hardness of his.  He lifted her until she straddled his thigh and then
held her hips in his hands until she found her balance and braced herself.  He began
moving her hips in rhythm, so that his manhood pressed against her hip, as her mound
pressed high on his thigh.  They both gasped at the increased stimulation and then
moaned in unison, their hands, and lips once more in motion as well.

She was almost sobbing in need as she brought his mouth to hers and crushed their lips
together before gentling and coaxing him to respond more passionately.  Her hands moved
gently but passionately across his chest, stopping to play with a nipple ring, a chain, the
ring that nestled underneath his hard and pulsing cock.  

Then there were those wonderful little golden balls.  Rather larger than a pair of earring
studs they were not even all that big, but they moved when they were touched, just
enough to cause a vibration to be sent along the sensitive edge, where they had been
inserted, where many nerve endings that sent arousal signals were found.  They were
both a joy and a curse.  

They would have to remove them eventually, they all knew that, but while they were
there, they would enjoy them to the fullest.  Sam found and played with those as Martouf
moaned into her shoulder.  He would be as frantic as she was, if she did not stop doing
that soon.  He nuzzled the softness of her shoulder and her throat from there to her
temple murmuring constantly of his love of her, his need, his desire.  His passion flamed,
and he brought his lips once more to hers to devour her mouth as his tongue delved
inside to pull her essence into him.  His hands raced over her flesh as if he could not feel
her enough, as if he needed to touch all of her at once, everywhere.  They changed from
gently loving to frantically seeking over and over.

Lantash came forward and nipped her shoulder lightly before bending her back and
lifting her free of the pool so that he could reach a lovely ripe breast with a beautiful
nipple ring.  He took the turgid nipple lightly between his teeth and began to flip the tip
with his tongue, causing an immediate increase in Sam’s desire.  “Lantash, I need you.  I
don’t think I can wait any longer.”  

He laughed, but it was sexy and sultry, more of a rippling moan than anything else, and it
was an enticing, erotic sound, “We must both wait longer, my Samantha, for I am not yet
ready for us to climb to the pinnacle.  Soon, though, my sweet, glorious, Samantha, soon,”
the deep throaty whisper sent another shiver down her spine, and she realized that this
was actually the first time that Lantash had come forward for more than a minute or so at
a time.  The night before it had been mostly Martouf who came forward, except for one or
two short intervals.  As she had always known he would, Lantash was burning her alive.  

His hands were roaming her body, neither quickly nor slowly but they appeared to know
exactly where they should linger, where they should add pressure, where they should
stroke lightly or harder, and what he could do with his lips and tongue should be made
illegal.  At the very least, they should come with a warning.  Use only with extreme
caution: grave loss of ability to think, and excessive thrashing of the body, becomes
present when lips, tongue and teeth are put into motion upon the body.  Oh, god, she was
going to die if he didn’t stop and just take her soon.  

“I love you, my Samantha.  I wish you always to remember that through everything and
everyday whether we are together or apart.”  

She looked at him, startled at the solemn tone, but there was nothing unusual in his face,
just the same need, and lust that were in hers.  She smiled at him.  “I love you as well.  
Both of you, as you are well aware.  You should remember that, too, wherever we are.”  
That was as much as she was able to say as the fingers of one of his hands found the bud
that would bring her to climax and began to stroke her there.  She thrust against it and
then threw her head back as she ground out his name, “Lantash,” as two of his fingers
found their way inside the hot moistness of her channel and began to play there.  

Never breaking his rhythm, he switched to the other breast as she thrust it upwards.  He
sucked and nipped, as Sam slowly built toward the edge only to come down once again, as
he slowed and returned his kisses to her shoulder and throat.  She moaned in frustration
and wrapped her hands around his neck.  

She felt him move slightly and blinked.  She began to stroke gently up and down Martouf’
s neck and was aware of a slight quiver coming from the area that should be Lantash’s
home.  She applied a little more pressure and then felt Martouf’s tension and heard the
strangled sound he made deep in his throat.  Leaning up she began kissing the side of his
throat as she continued her caresses.  

His fingers were still working inside her and her hips again joined his in their erotic
dance.  She allowed her fingers to begin their firm but gentle caressing of the back of
Martouf’s neck.  This time there was no mistaking the initial shiver that rushed through
him or the deep moan that escaped him.  Martouf’s head fell to her shoulder and he
moaned again as she continued her caresses.  Turning her head, she kissed and then
sucked on the side of his neck.  He turned his head, took her lips in one more drugging
kiss as he removed his fingers, and lifted her, asking a silent question with his eyes.  

Sam reached between them and guided him home.  Both moaned this time as he seated
fully.  They watched each other’s eyes before their lips met.  This loving was now slower,
less frantic than it had been, more loving, more intense, their climb toward their climax
was slower as well, but as close as they were it still took little time.  As it approached, she
watched as Martouf came forward and smiled at her.  Their lips met in another long kiss
and then there was no time for more than two “I love you’s” before they pitched over the
edge.  They came down cradled in each others arms.   

Lantash was back, for a moment anyway.  “So you have discovered the secret the Tok’Ra
do not speak of, my Samantha.  Are you pleased that you can now bring me to my
knees?”  

She cocked her head studying him for a long moment, “Is that really how the Tok’Ra view
that?  As a weakness?”  

Lantash laughed.  “It makes us very vulnerable.  How should we feel about it, but
somewhat ambivalent?”  He shook his head.  “No, my Samantha, we do not look on it as a
weakness, we consider it a pleasure point.  I was simply surprised you found it so quickly
this time when you did not find it the last time.  I should not be, I know, for you are very
observant—even in the throes of passion.”

“You can be sure that I will use it to give you sexual pleasure.  I’m thrilled to find out
about it.  As for finding it before,” she paused, “If you mean in the gazebo yesterday, I
think I was too strung out to notice anything, and last night I don’t even remember
touching your neck.  Does Martouf feel it too, or does it just affect you?”  

“It affects both of us a great deal.  Martouf would have come to you before he did had you
not begun to ah, pleasure us so determinedly.  He knew that he would not be able to hold
back for you, so he stayed back, until you were almost there.  It does not really matter,
you know.  We both experience whatever happens if the one in control allows it.  The only
things we usually try not to share are unpleasant events.  Otherwise we share all things.  
Sexual pleasure being one of the more involved experiences that we share.  There are
times during the sexual act that we are as close to being in dual control as we ever are.  It
is a unique sensation, and one that we seek.  I will tell you one other thing that the
symbiote does tend to do after exquisite sexual fulfillment.  We go into torpor for a short
time.  We are not completely inactive; it is simply an effort to be active for a short time.  
Therefore, if you do not mind, my Samantha, I will return to the passenger seat and allow
Martouf to drive.  You see, we are beginning to understand Earth phrases better all the
time.”  

Sam laughed.  “Yes, you are.  That was used completely in context and quite well.”  

Martouf leaned down and kissed her before sighing, “I believe I will bathe, and then we
should return to Daniel, for we should see if our other-mate is awake yet.”

Sam’s breath caught and her eyes widened.  She looked at him with stricken eyes.  “Oh,
Lantash, Martouf, what have we done?”  

“Well, you
gave me a very nice show, so don’t screw it up now by getting all guilty, Sam.  I
can already see the wheels turning in that brilliant, but sometimes misguided, mind of
yours,” Daniel groused from the doorway to the cottage where he was sitting.  Standing, he
walked over to them.  He had his robe on, but he wrapped it in his usual manner, not as
they wrapped them yesterday.  

He knelt beside the pool and reached out to Sam, brushing her hair back.  “You know,
just because we are all four bonded, it doesn’t mean we each have to be together every
time.  It means we can be together when we want to be.  It’s a choice, not a law, Sam, so
don’t look like you’ve just committed a crime.”  He looked over at Martouf and addressed
both he and Lantash.  “I hope neither of you see it the way Sam is heading?”  

Lantash came forward and shook his head, saying, “You would be correct in your
assumption, Daniel.  We consider it a choice, as well.  However, I suspected that my
Samantha might not realize, or look on it, in that way.  I wanted to see neither regret, nor
guilt from her later; this way we can deal with it before it raises its head.  I hoped that it
would be brought out in this way.”  

Daniel grinned.  “That sounds like you.  I’ll accept it as a true statement.”

Leaning in he gave Sam a very soft, lingering kiss.  “Sam, I am very serious about this.  
There will be times that one of us may be gone on a mission, to a meeting, or just out
doing something.  We can’t set limits like this on our sex life, our love life.  There are going
to be times that I’m going to want to go to bed, and go to sleep.  There may be times that
Martouf does.  What then?  Lantash and I can’t make love to you because Martouf is
sleeping?  Or Martouf and Lantash can’t because I’m sleeping?”  

“Or one or the other of us has to abstain because of an off-world trip the other is taking?  I
don’t think that’s right, and I certainly don’t want us bound by those kinds of chains.  The
chains of gold are one thing.  However, those would be an entirely different kind, and I
don’t think any of us would be truly happy in a relationship like that.  I know that I
wouldn’t be.  

“We are all going to need those times when it is just the two of us, too, you know.  It’s
inevitable.  Not because we’re jealous, or don’t care about the other, but because
something has happened that affects us in someway, and we need you.  I can’t explain it,
but we’ll know it when it happens.”

Standing, he looked down on them and grinned, “Now.  I’m sorry, but I’m hungry, and I
need a bath as well.  Therefore, if you two don’t mind, I’m going to go have breakfast and
then a bath, or maybe the bath and then the breakfast.  Then, believe it, or not, I’ll
probably go back to sleep.  I debated getting up at all, and if nature hadn’t been so
insistent, I probably wouldn’t have.  I assumed you were, ah finished, but if I’m intruding,
I’ll go have breakfast first and…”  Daniel stopped as Sam threw water at him.  

“We’re bathing and then eating.  Come in with us Daniel, please?”  Sam tried the
wheedling tone that usually worked on Daniel, but he shook his head, as he started back
toward the cottage.  

“I’ll be out in a bit, Sam.  I’ve got a couple of things I want to do first.”  

Sam frowned, “What could Daniel possibly have to do?”  

“Well, he might wish to shave.  That is a Tau’ri ritual in the morning is it not?”  Martouf
had come back and he answered her question.

“Yes, it is and you’re probably right.”

Sam looked at Martouf where he stood leaning against the side of the pool.  He raised an
eyebrow at her and she looked down, not sure what to say.  She cleared her throat and
asked, somewhat haltingly, “Do—do you think he—he meant it?  That it won’t upset him?  
Is he right about you and Lantash?  You won’t be upset if we aren’t always all…together?”  

“Yes.  Yes, I believe him.  He is telling the truth.  I have no trouble believing him because
he said nothing that Lantash and I do not feel ourselves.  We, too, have felt that.  
Samantha, although, we are
Ketra’kesh’cor, we will not always be together.  It is the way
of the pairings.  I suppose we should have discussed this before the ceremony.  It is the
way of it.  When one mate is absent, the other is still there.  If one mate is tired, still the
other one is there.  It is simply part of the joining of this many hearts.  We are not jealous
of one another; we depend and rely on one another as trusted friends and lovers.”  

She watched as Lantash again threw off his tiredness to come forward to reassure her and
add his feelings on the subject.  “Martouf is correct.  We do rely on one another as trusted
friends and lovers.  We have given our loved one into the hands of another man, one
whom we trust and care for as a brother.  That is why we call him the mate-brother.  
However, there is a different reason other than that of lovers and friends.  It is the idea
that if something happens to one of us, the other will still be there to care for the mate.  It
is the peace that comes from knowing that if someone captures us or kills us that our
mate, the one thing that we cherish above all other things will be loved, honored, and
cared for.  It is the reassurance that no matter what happens to us, there is still a place
for her heart to find the peace and love, and support that it needs to carry on without us
by her side.  That, to us, is the greatest gift of the
Ketra’kesh’cor.”  

He paused for a long time, looking downward at the water in the pool, before raising his
eyes to hers.  “You must understand, my Samantha, that there will never, from yesterday
forward, be anything in this life that we will cherish more than we do you.  You have all of
our devotion and love, for when we love, we love totally.  We do not actively seek out a
multiple bonding, but once the first shock of one wears off, we once again recognize it for
what it is.”  He smiled at her.  “A
Ketra’kesh’cor to us is one of the most wonderful things
we could do.  Now there are not two but three of us to love and care for you.  So, yes, I
believe that Daniel meant what he said, for I can understand exactly how he feels.”  

She went into his arms.  Resting there, she wondered what they would all do when this
dream ended.  She knew she didn’t want it to end, but what else could it do?  She sighed
and heard a faint splash followed by another pair of hands.  

“I thought you two were going to bathe?  I’ve shaved and changed the bed coverings
already.  Ah, and removed the other half of that chain.  I have to agree that six feet apart
is a little too close together for the three of us, unless in public here.”  

Martouf came back to laugh at him.  “Yes, I agree, Daniel.  I did not awaken one time last
night to check to see if I was strangling Samantha.  This entire idea is not safe.”  

“Yeah, I have to agree.  We both talked about that remember?  While we were both trying
to, uh, yeah, well, never mind that.”   

Daniel forced himself to pull away from Sam, get out of the pool, and go into the actual
bathing rather than the soaking and relaxing pool.  She heard Martouf sigh, and then
watched as he climbed out and followed him.  They talked and laughed together enough
that it brought a smile to her face.  In a perfect world, she would have them both.  Seeing
them both get out, she took her turn to go through the entire process again.  It made her
wonder why she had bothered the first time, but then she remembered that she was the
one that had interrupted Martouf, not the other way around.  

Finally finished, she entered the cottage to find a breakfast of pastries, more hearty fare, if
you preferred it, and juice.  She sniffed it before she drank it, but did not detect that little
aphrodisiac fruit.  She watched as Martouf and Daniel did the same.  Not that the fruit
was all that bad.  The affect didn’t seem to last overly long any way.  They sat in
companionable silence.  Sam, opting for a couple of pastries, was finished first and got up
to wander around the rooms, and when she found the bed with the fresh coverings on it
she couldn’t resist.  She stretched out and relaxed.  The day before and all of the stress
had taken a toll, and before she realized what has happening, she had fallen asleep.  

Her two new mates, after finishing their breakfast, putting the dirty containers outside,
and keeping leftover pastries and juice inside, decided to see where Sam had
disappeared.  They were surprised to find her in the bed and asleep.  It looked good to
them.  As they quietly joined her, she snuggled up to them, as naturally as if she had
been doing it for a very long time.  They watched her sleep for a while, before they each
followed her, but they were dozing lightly, not truly sleeping, both keeping watch over
her.  




Martouf allowed his hand to drift slowly down toward the apex of Samantha’s thighs, as he
softly kissed the back of her neck and shoulder.  He smiled when she made a small
shrugging motion with her shoulder, as if to rid it of whatever was bothering her.  He
allowed his fingers to slip inside the folds of her femininity and lightly caress her there
and on her clit, as he continued to make short teasing kissing forays up her throat and
back down again before he gently kissed her on her shoulders.  

He moved his hand down slightly farther, felt the moisture beginning to gather there,
delved deeper, and harvested the honey, bringing it forward to wet the nub.  Feeling it
reach for the moisture, stretching like a flower toward the sun and rain, he smiled.  She
moaned slightly and her hips began a slow thrust against his fingers.  Martouf snuggled
closer to her back.  She was soft and silky against his skin.  He couldn’t stop himself from
thrusting slightly against the velvety softness of her.  He allowed his shaft to lie between
them up against her bottom and it was straining his vow to take this slow and easy.  His
fingers continued to explore her, gently stroking and caressing her as he inhaled the
sweet musk of her.  Her scent, the silk of her skin, and the soft roundness of her bottom
drew a moan from him.

Hearing a slight sound on the other side of the bed he looked up and into Daniel’s blue
eyes.  They smiled at one another in perfect attunement.  This was where they were meant
to be, here caring and loving this woman.  Bound together by their fast growing friendship
and their love of her.  They were content in their roles.

He watched as Daniel slid down far enough in the bed to take her nipple in his mouth.  
His cock hardened even more if that was possible.  He returned to caressing Samantha’s
neck with his lips.  That wasn’t as erotic a sight as watching Daniel make love to her
breast was.  

Daniel took the tip of Sam’s nipple into his mouth and suckled slightly swirling his tongue
around the ring.  She moaned and thrust her breast forward searching for more.  She was
waking up and she would wake hot and needy.  However, she would not be as needy as
they were making themselves.  Daniel took her nipple farther into his mouth and suckled
deeply giving her what she seemed to be asking for, and as he did he realized that no
matter how many times he had this woman it would never grow old.  It would always be
exciting to him because she was exciting to him.  He switched to the other breast, she
gasped, and her eyes open as she moaned.  “Oh, god, Daniel don’t stop.  That feels so
good.”  

Martouf, mesmerized watching Daniel making love to Samantha’s breasts, had stopped all
movement until she had spoken and then his eyes snapped to hers.  She was looking at
his mouth, and then she was pulling him up her body for a long slow kiss, one where
their tongues took forever just to say hello and their lips took forever to say good-by.  

Lantash telling him to move his fingers, or he was taking over was his first conscious
thought after the kiss ended.  Sam looked almost as dazed as he did.  A nip from Daniel
brought her back to the present and she reached out and entwined her fingers in his hair
bringing him back to the breasts he been threatening to leave.  She reached behind her
and stroked Lantash as Martouf once again began to kiss and caress her shoulders and
neck.  

After a few more of those drugging kisses he was almost too gone to pay attention to
Lantash until he finally heard him,
“Martouf, listen to me, now.  You must get the blue jar.  
We will need the lubricant in it.  Marta assures me that it will make the entire process
pleasurable for Samantha.  Use it on her now while she is preoccupied with Daniel.  Once
we make the joining, if she does not care for it, she never has to allow it again.”

“I understand, Lantash, and if we were with the Tok’Ra we have the lubricant that makes it
very pleasurable for the female.  I hope Marta is correct in her claims for this one as well.  
There it is finished.”  

“Good, for we do not have much time.  Daniel’s passions are riding high today, and they
will break through his control very soon.  If we wish to have a true binding of four then it
would best be done now”  

“I agree, Lantash, and I will pull her into position.  You do wish us to take the bottom, so as
to have control of that?”  

“I think it best this time.  Daniel and Samantha’s desires are too strong for either of them to
be aware that they must be careful.  This time we must stay wary for them.  Some other
time, it will be their turn, I have no doubt,”
Lantash laughed softly.   

Martouf reached above him and following Lantash’s directions replaced the jar while
keeping Sam in place with one hand cupping her mound and continuing the steady
pressing and release that was pushing her toward her climax.

“Sam, I don’t think I can wait any longer.  I have a need for you burning me, and I want
inside of you again.  I want to feel you clenching around me.”   

Martouf spoke up, taking the part a mate-brother sometimes would take for the other if
one was somewhat less involved, “She is very wet, Daniel, very ready for you.  Do you
object, Samantha?”  Martouf asked quietly.  

“No, I’m—I want to, um, no.  I mean I don’t.  Daniel, come to me.”

“Okay, Sam.”  Daniel kissed her softly and laughed gently.  Passion or no passion, some
things he still noticed.  There were still some bugs in their relationship to be worked out.  
Obviously, asking Sam aloud outright might be all right eventually, but maybe for a while
they were going to have to play it by ear.  

He was surprised when Martouf rolled onto his back and held Sam on top of him.  Then
he realized what he was doing.  No doubt down the road they would take her this way,
both of them at once.  He was beginning to accustom her to one of the positions.  Ah, wait
a minute; he was going to do it.  Well, okay, if it didn’t work, it didn’t.  Sam would let them
know pretty darned quick if they were moving into forbidden territory.  He could do this
without warning.  Just because it wasn’t normally a part of your sexual repertoire didn’t
mean you couldn’t do it.  Moreover, Lantash had seen to it that they took the hard part,
probably knowing that.  Therefore, he could do this.  After all, when you boiled it down
this was the ultimate binding.  This was
Ketra’kesh’cor at its most basic sexual level.

There were a lot of things to learn about
Ketra’kesh’cor.  He thought that he and Sam
would enjoy it.  They just had some bars to leap first.  So far, they were doing pretty darn
good.  He bet they’d make this one too.  He, Martouf and Lantash would just need to be
very careful.  Moreover, Lantash would never be anything else with his Samantha, of that
Daniel was very, very sure.  So, there was no problem there.  In fact, he’d bet that he’d
seen to it that there would be nothing but pleasure for her in this.  

He could feel his passion come roaring back.  What little he’d lost during his ruminations
hadn’t gone far.  In fact, now knowing what they were about to do, he was more excited
that ever.  The ultimate act of love between three people. Well, four beings.

Daniel smiled as he realized that Martouf, or perhaps Lantash, was keeping Sam too
occupied to be to aware of where she was.  Between the hand on her mound, the one on
her breast and the lip lock on her hot spot, she was simply moaning his name.  Yes, it was
Lantash, and he was letting go and talking to her occasionally.  

It was time for him to start on the beginning of their completed bonding.  Because this was
it.  He could feel it.  This was the culmination that sealed the
Ketra’kesh’cor and joined
them together in every way.  

He poised himself and entered her slowly, feeling every soft sweet inch of her enfold him.  
He was aware of Lantash under her, but it did not distract him.  He ran his hands down
her sides and up over her ribs and to her breasts.  “You are beautiful, Sam, and we love
you.  All of us, we love you.  Now, tomorrow, the next tomorrow, it just goes on and on.  
You feel so wonderful.  Soft, silky, warm, yet firm and strong.  A contradiction, perhaps,
but there it is.  You are everything we want and need.  Please don’t ever doubt that.”  

Leaning down he kissed her long and deeply.  Then there was no more time for talking or
thinking.  No more time for anything but feeling.  He could feel Lantash as he stroked in
and out and he could feel Sam as she clenched them.  There was absolutely no doubt that
it felt good to her.  She was building rapidly to her climax, murmuring their names over
and over, lost in a sensual haze.  He could feel his own climax building and then he could
feel theirs.  And—they were all taking that jump again.  This time they jumped into the
abyss, and the fire consumed them, but like the Phoenix, they arose from the ashes.  They
didn’t crash and burn afterward, and go to sleep.  

They did however lie down together with Sam still in the middle and Daniel and Lantash
still buried deep inside of Sam.  They laid there quietly, until they began to soften and
slide from her body.  Lantash got up, went into the facilities room and cleaned up.  
Bringing back two cleaning cloths he tossed one to Daniel and proceeded to take care of
Samantha himself.  When she protested, he silenced her with a look.  

“This is part of the sexual ritual for the Tok’Ra, Samantha.  The male tries to always clean
up after himself.  It is his duty and his joy to clean the female.  We like doing it.  It is a
small token of respect and love that we enjoy giving to our mate.  Daniel had already
given you a towel yesterday and last night we all slept.  I cannot promise we do it every
time as we should, but we do try.”

Sam looked surprised and then touched, “I think it’s a lovely thing to do, and I will look
forward to it, but more than that, I will always remember what it stands for, what it means
to you.  What—what you are telling me every time you do it for me.  I think I can forgive
the times you miss.”

After each had cleaned up and were simply enjoying being in bed together, Sam stated, “If
I could purr, I would purr, you know that don’t you?  I don’t think I’ve ever been that
satiated in my life.  You guys are for real, right?  I’m not going to wake up to the best wet
dream I’ve ever had, am I?”  

“If you do Sam, I hope you’re in the sleeping bag next to mine because I’m grabbing you
and Martouf as soon as I wake up and hauling you both off into the bushes someplace.”  

Martouf came forward saying solemnly, “I will go willingly.  No, I will help you.”  They all
chuckled lightly, but Martouf sobered at once.  

“There is something we need to discuss before we return to earth tomorrow.  Lantash has
just reminded me that we should do so now so that we will have time to work out any
problems that may arise.  

“Can we make love again first?”  

“What?”  

“I asked if we could make love again first?”  Sam said firmly.   

Daniel looked at her oddly, but nodded just the same, “Of course we can Sam.  Is there
any particular way you want to make love?”  

Sam looked up at Daniel, and he could see that her heart was already torn, but he didn’t
know why.  “Like we did the last time.  Exactly the same way.  But the two of you switch
places.  Can that be done sitting?”  

Martouf frowned before telling her, “Yes, of course, but Samantha we have all day today
and all night tonight.  Why is it that you wish to rush into doing that again so quickly?  
Lantash is unsure if you should do that so soon.  It’s not something you have ever done,
and it’s not something to do carelessly.  The cream left by Marta worked for you, but he
doesn’t want to chance it again.  I think, too, that he wishes to know why you feel that you
want to do this now.”   

“Because if we’re going to have problems with whatever it is we’re going to talk about, then
I’d rather make some more memories before you go and spoil it all with reality.”  

“Ah.  I see.  Well, actually, it is you who will be the one to spoil it not us, so if you don’t
wish to cause problems, then you are in control of that.”  

“I am?  Daniel?”  

“Yeah, pretty much, Sam.”  

Sam sighed and flopped back down on the bed getting comfortable against the headboard,
or what passed as a headboard.  “All right, spill, Daniel.”  

“I’ll let Martouf and Lantash go first.  Theirs is a little more straight forward than ours is.”  
Sam blinked at him and then turned her attention to Martouf.    

Lantash came to the forefront.  “Martouf and I have discussed this and he feels that I
should be the one to tell you, since it is Tok’Ra policy.  He is Tok’Ra as well, however, that
is neither here nor there.  The fact is that the joining ceremony we went through together
yesterday will be seen as legitimate by the Tok’Ra.  As of last night, you are our mate.  
Legally, by our laws, we are now bonded to you, as these bracelets attest.  Daniel, too, of
course, in the way of
Ketra’kesh’cor.”  

Sam looked at him for a moment and then said, “We’re legally mated.  You and me.”  

Lantash nodded  

“You and me and Martouf.”  

Again Lantash nodded.  

“You and me and Martouf and Daniel.  We are all mated.  Together.

Once more Lantash nodded.

“You, Martouf, me, and Daniel.  We are all mated.  Together.  Forever, the until we die,
kind of bonded, joined, mated.  Like married.”

Lantash nodded once again.  

“Do you think that you could possibly do something besides nod your head at me?  I know
you have more intelligence than a horse, and horses always nod their heads at you when
you talk to them, too.”  

Lantash blinked and cleared his throat.  He looked to Daniel for some kind of support only
to see him pinching the bridge of his nose, never a good sign.  He was on his own, “What
would you like for me to say, my Samantha?  I have answered your questions.  I can add
an affirmative to them if you wish.  Yes.  Yes.  Yes.  And yes.  Is that what you wished me
to say?”  He heard Daniel groan and knew he was in trouble.  For the first time in a long
time, Lantash was not sure of how to handle a woman.  Nor did he have any idea what she
expected from him.

“Well if I have to tell you, forget it.  Go away.”  The anger and pain pierced him and also
threw light on what she was waiting to hear.  

“There is one other thing you should know.”  

“What?”  

“The only way the Tok’Ra will
“not” acknowledge the bonding is if we repudiate it,
claiming it was done under duress.  I
cannot and will not ever do that.  I meant my vows to
you, my Samantha, as did Martouf.  I will never give you a divorce, Tok’Ra or otherwise, so
do not think it.  Neither will Martouf.”  He saw the relief enter her eyes, but then, her lids
shaded her eyes.  

“Then there’s nothing else to say.  We’re bonded according to Tok’Ra law.  In the Tok’Ra’s
eyes, Daniel and I are your mates.  That doesn’t mean we are by our laws.”  

Daniel cleared his throat, “Actually, Sam, it does.”  

“What?”  

“There were some new presidential orders sent down not long ago dealing with off-world
policies.  One of them, Presidential Order #6996, states that all marriages performed off
world are to be deemed legal and sanctioned.  Therefore, um, they will recognize not only
your marriage to Lantash and Martouf, but, um, also ours.  That is yours and mine.  As in,
we’ll be considered married when we go home tomorrow.”  

Sam sat and stared back and forth between the two of them.

“You’re sure?  Absolutely, positively, sure.  No loopholes, no last minute reprieve because
it’s polygamous, nothing is going to change it.  The four of us are married, bonded, joined,
tied, shackled, mated, paired, and entwined, no way out, together forever.”  

“Yeah, that’s the way it is.”  Daniel cleared his throat and said gruffly, “I have no intention
of attempting to stop it in any way either.  I mean I’m not going to go looking for a way out
of it.  Not ever.  As far as I’m concerned we’re married.  All of us.”  

“I hear a
“but” in there, Daniel.”  

“Listen Sam, I’m sorry, I mean, I knew, Lantash and Martouf knew.  Hell, even Jack
knew.  We should have told you, so you could make an informed decision.  In fact, there
is…”

“Shut up, Daniel!  Just. Shut. Up!  If there are loopholes, I do not want to hear them, do you
understand?  
Do not tell me, for my own good, because you feel guilty, or any other crazy
reason you talk yourself into.”  

She pointed at Lantash, “You! Lantash! Under no circumstances are you to allow him to
open his mouth to me on ways to annul, set aside, tear asunder, rip apart, or destroy our
bonds.  I don’t care how, short of killing him, you have to stop him, just do it.”  

“Sam, does this mean you don’t want out?  That—that you’re glad we didn’t tell you?”  

“As long as you can assure me that it’s what you want, Daniel, then yes, I am very glad.  
In fact, I couldn’t be happier.  This is the most perfect arrangement I could have
envisioned.  We’re friends and we’re lovers.  What more could a woman want?  Three of
the most wonderful men in the Galaxy in her bed and her life, and you think I’d throw it
away?  I am not a dumb blond, Daniel.”  

Daniel smiled.  “No, and you are a true blond, too.  Speaking of blond.  I haven’t had
lunch yet, do you think I could get a Samwich?”  

“That is bad, Daniel.  That is really, really bad.”  The two fell on the bed, wrestling and
tickling one another as Martouf and Lantash looked on.  

“Will you not join in, dear one?”  Lantash urged gently.  

“In a moment, Lantash.  I am still feeling the relief of knowing she is willing to stay with
us.”  

“Yes.  Yes, so am I.”
 The sudden cessation of movement on the bed drew their attention.  

“I believe that this Tau’ri ritual may have a different ending now that we can play it
unclothed in bed.”
 Martouf noted smugly.  

“Yes, I may even be convinced to join into this “play”.  It looks very similar to one of my
favorite forms of fun called “sex”."
 

“Lantash, what am I to do with you?  Why do you allow all of my blood to go there at one
time?  Have I not told you it makes me lightheaded?”  

“You will survive, Martouf.  Come.  Let us join the “fun”.”  

“If you insist.”  

“I don’t see myself exactly twisting your arm.”  

“No, no you won’t have to do that, Lantash.”  

“What is Daniel doing?  That is one of the moves that Jore was explaining, is it not?”  

“It is time to join, Daniel.  I believe I remember a few of those as well.”

“Yes.  It is, but I do not know how you could possibly remember anything.  You turned to
stone the minute you realized what Jore was going to talk about.  If you had frozen in any
other position, I would have been unable to see and catalog the entire lecture.”  

“You did?  The entire lecture?  Even the—the nose part?”  

“Yes, yes, let us join our mates, Martouf, before they leave without us.”  

“Oh! Of course.”  

Lantash sighed.  He liked when all he had to do was sit back and enjoy the ride.  
Moreover, it looked like he was in for a wild one.  Maybe he should consider putting in
seatbelts.  And a good stereo.  More subtle lighting…  He chuckled to himself, stopped
trying to use distraction to ignore the sensations, and then gave his senses over to the tide
of passion Samantha was building within them.   




The SGC was moderately busy.  Two teams had already returned with minor scrapes, cuts
and bruises.  Just nice minor things.  SG-2 would have had a few cuts, but Malek had his
healing device and took care of them.  He healed everything except for extreme injuries, in
the field.  Those he could sometimes help until they could get medical care.  Sometimes it
worked, and sometimes it didn’t, but they all knew they had tried.

General Hammond entered the control room as an expected wormhole was established.  
Good, nothing out of the ordinary.

“General Hammond, sir, we have a code, it’s SG-1, sir.”  

General Hammond nodded and answered, “Open the iris.”  He made his way down to the
gate room, always happy to see his premier team return in one piece and with all
members accounted for.  As he reached the end of the ramp, three backpacks sailed
through.  The general was startled and started to call for security teams when Jack and
Teal’c came through, walking very straight and stopped about three-quarters of the way
down the ramp.  

“Sorry about that General, but the bags spoiled the lines of the robes, so the locals didn’t
like it; they felt it detracted from their dignity.  It’s no big deal.  Really.  It's fine.  
Everything's fine.  We're all good.  Don’t worry.  Everything’s under control.  Really.”

“Colonel, where’s the rest of your team?”  What’s ha—happ--ened…?”  His voice trailed off,
as General Hammond looked up the ramp to see his normally very professional looking
Major Samantha Carter, looking quite lovely in a robe of some kind.  Around her neck was
a jeweled blue and gold collar.  Attached to it were two chains.  At the ends of the chains,
one could find Dr. Jackson on one side, and Martouf of the Tok’ra at the other, both
wearing robes that matched hers.  There was no doubt that they were chained.  To her.  
Not only that, but since their robes only joined on one shoulder, it was plain to see that
they both had what appeared to be nipple rings and chains on their chests.  Major Carter
smiled brightly at him.  

The event horizon within the Stargate dissipated, and the gate room was completely
silent.  General Hammond decided to try one more time, “Colonel O’Neill, what happ—
ened…?” he made the mistake of looking up at them again, and his words once more
trailed off.

Jack O’Neill answered,
“Well, you see, General, there’s this plant…”

The End.





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