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Story Summary: After several failed attempts to get time off at the same time so they could go on
vacation together after Netu, Jacob asks Sam to come visit the tunnels for a month. She agrees, but
when she finally arrives, she finds that her father and Selmak are on a mission and won't be back for
a week. Instead of having her return to the SGC, they appointed Martouf and Lantash to be her guide
and "companion" until their return. After a couple of days, sexual frustration is beginning to tell on
both of them...something is bound to snap...and it does.
Warning: graphic sexual contents
Characters: Sam, Martouf/Lantash
Written for the Live Journal Porn Battle 2012 using the following Prompts: Love, passion, lust,
memories, proposal, visits, hands, strange, admissions, mates, scent, aphrodisiac.
Sam stepped out onto the sand of the world where Garshaw’s base was for the moment. They
had been here for a while, without having to leave, which they hoped meant that there were no
spies among them. The last incident, when the Colonel found one within their upper echelon,
had shaken some of them badly. Spies were not something that they were used to dealing
Another desert planet. Sam sighed. You would think that they could vary it once in a while.
Although this one was not all desert, they just happened to find what they needed for their
crystals to be able to grow correctly, beneath the desert sand. It was also where the
Chaappa'ai happened to be, so it all worked out for the best.
Realizing who she was, the guards simply nodded and returned to their posts. She glanced
toward the spot where the ring transporter was, expecting to see her dad, but it was Martouf
walking toward her. Where, she wondered, was her dad?
“Hello, Samantha. You are looking well.”
“Well, Martouf? She is looking beautiful, as always,” Lantash commented to Martouf as he
“Hi, Martouf, Lantash. Thanks. You are both looking rested.” Rested, Sam? Can’t you do
better than that? How about delicious, scrumptious, lick-able, and edible. She berated herself
for her less than stellar opening line.
“We are both quite well and rested. We have not been on any missions, for several months.
Unfortunately, one of our administration people is gone visiting his host’s people, and we were
chosen to take his place, during his absence. While we do not mind helping out, it is not the
type of duty we prefer, and we are finding it something of a chore to get through each day.” He
smiled her favorite smile at her, before adding, “Perhaps with you here, we will not feel quite so
put upon. It is enabling us to be on base, while you are here; therefore, someday we might
even forgive the council for choosing us.”
Sam laughed at him, as he had intended, but then asked the question he was not looking
forward to answering. “Martouf, where is my dad?”
He sighed. “I am afraid that a situation came up, and he was the best suited to send to resolve
it.” He hurried on, as she would have spoken. “It should be only for a few days, or a week at
most, and he asked us to see to anything you might need before he returns. He did not want
you to refuse to come for your visit, Samantha, and that is why he did not send word to the
SGC. Since it is only for a short time, he felt you would not mind being here on the base
without him. I hope he was correct, for Lantash and I do look forward to spending some time
with you. It is something we have wished to do for quite some time now,” Martouf told her. His
eyes darkened, and his voice dropped lower, becoming more intimate toward the end of his
Sam felt her tummy tighten. Oh, what she wouldn’t give to be with him for a few days. A few
days? A month or year or so, more like. She gave him a smile, assuring him in return, “I
understand, and no, I won’t mind staying for few days without him. I just don’t want to be in
the way or be a bother to anyone. I brought my laptop, and several batteries, as well as a small
solar panel to recharge them.”
Martouf smiled his relief, telling her, “You will not be in the way, Samantha. Jacob made his
wishes plain to the Council, and they agreed to them, since he refused to go any other way.
Therefore, Lantash and I are your personal guide and companion, until your father and Selmak
Sam’s body went from a tightened tummy to a full-blown surge of lust. Oh, this was so not
Sam awoke and stretched. It was her third day on the Tok’Ra base and, so far, she was
surprised at her welcome. Garshaw made a point of greeting her and assuring her that, if she
needed something she had only to ask. Several of the Tok’Ra she knew, or remembered from
Jolinar, made a point of speaking to her and welcoming her to the tunnels. She frowned
slightly. She was also intercepting some rather strange looks, as well. Besides that, there were
groups that stopped talking completely, when she and Martouf walked up, only to resume on a
topic that she was sure was not what they were talking about, when she and Martouf joined
them. It was strange, and well, it was strange. Their attitudes were strange, her treatment was
strange, and come to think about it, having Martouf and Lantash with her constantly was
strange, as well.
She rolled off the sleeping platform and went through her morning routine wondering if Martouf
and Lantash would be awaiting her as they did the first two mornings. She knew her way
around by now, so she no longer needed a guide, but then, he was also her companion. She
wondered exactly what being a companion entailed. A vision of the two of them entangled on a
sleeping platform caused her to flush. Somehow, she didn’t think that was what her dad had
in mind, when he appointed Martouf and Lantash as her companion. Well, she sighed to
herself, she might as well go and greet them for another day of sexual torture. She was finding
that being near them, but not being able to touch them, was proving to be much more difficult
than she expected.
“Lantash, I do not know how much longer we can manage to be around Samantha and not touch
her. I am finding it very difficult to continue this platonic image. Have you picked up anything
from her that might indicate her feelings towards us?”
“I am not sure, Martouf, but I believe that she is beginning to see us for who we are rather than
who we were to Jolinar and Rosha. I am hopeful. I caught her looking at us with something very
near to longing yesterday, when she was not aware that one of us was paying attention to her. I
have also seen her begin to reach out to touch us, only to pull her hands back.” He sighed, before
murmuring, “What I would not give to feel those hands upon our body.”
Martouf moaned, as the visions Lantash’s words caused floated through their shared
consciousness. “I know, and I agree, dear one. When do you believe we should begin our, er,
well, not seduction exactly, for that is not our only goal, but, well, when, Lantash?”
“Today,” Lantash’s response was firm. “We will start today. For the last two days, we have
been very careful not to make any intimate gestures, so that she would not be nervous around us.
By now, if she has any interest in us at all, she should welcome some small slow advances from
us. Do you wish me to take control, Martouf? I realize that we do not know how she feels about
being with me; however, it is time that we begin to find out. If she is uncomfortable with me, we
need that information, so that I may stay quiescent when we are with her.”
Martouf frowned. “If Samantha cannot accept us as a pair, Lantash, then I do not believe,
regardless our feelings for her, that we should pursue this farther. I will not have you feel
unloved by our mate. It simply will not do.”
Lantash caressed him, as he told him, “Thank you, Martouf. We shall just wait and see what
transpires. There is always the chance that she would come to care for me later, and we must not
Martouf’s lips firmed, “We shall see, Lantash; however, my sentiments stand. I will not become
entangled with a woman who will not, or cannot, accept and love you as well.” Looking up, he
saw Samantha leaving her room, and told him, “For now, we will take her to the morning meal.
You should take control now, and we shall see what transpires.” Martouf let loose of his body
and Lantash took control. It was a maneuver they had performed so many times that it was a
seamless exchange, so much so that it did not even cause their stride to falter.
“Good morning, Samantha. Did you rest well?” Lantash frowned to himself. “She looks tired,
Martouf. Do you suppose she is not sleeping well?”
“I hope that she is sleeping better than we are…unless she is not sleeping because she is having
the same erotic dreams that we are,” Martouf’s reply was prompt.
“That is true.”
“Good morning, Lantash. No, actually, I didn’t sleep very well. I kept dreaming, and some of
the dreams weren’t conducive to sound sleep. I’m sure it’ll be better tonight. This happens to
me every so often.” Yeah, like when I’ve been thinking of Martouf and Lantash. Naked. Don’t
go there, Sam, focus on breakfast and getting through the remainder of the day by their side.
“I understand, Samantha, as Martouf and I have those types of nights, also,” Lantash smiled at
her, as he answered.
In his mind, he heard Martouf, “Lantash she knew it was you, and not me. That is a good sign.
And she does not seem to mind at all.”
“Very true. We can only hope it will last. We will see how long it takes for her to ask for you to
He turned his attention back to Sam. “I do not know if you were informed by anyone, and I
know that I forgot about it, but there is to be a party this evening to welcome you to the
tunnels. I know that the Tok’Ra appear to always be very serious; however, that is not always
the case, and whenever we can find a reason for one, we enjoy getting together and relaxing.”
Sam’s brows drew together as a memory wavered just beyond her conscious mind, for a few
moments, before bursting into her mind. She stopped walking as the memory played out. They
were at a party, and they were quite tipsy, as Jolinar was not filtering the alcohol out. They
leaned into their mates. Laughing softly and seductively, Lantash lifted her into their arms and
carried her towards their room, as the others called after them, just as they had to each of the
other couples, who were already in their rooms, having left earlier. Then they were in their
room, naked, and Lantash had them up against the crystal of the tunnel wall, as he pounded
into her over and over. She came hard, her cry of release, mingling with his harsh expletives,
as he joined her.
Sam came back from the memory, flashback, whatever you wanted to call it, to find the wall at
her back. She leaned against it, trembling, gasping for breath, as wave after wave of both
physical and emotional feelings coursed through her.
Lantash was clasping her arms and watching her carefully. “Are you all right, Samantha?
What happened? One moment we were talking about the party tonight, and the next you were
up against the wall, moaning. Your eyes were open; however, you were not seeing us.”
Sam tried to smile at him, to reassure him, but she couldn’t quite make it. Seeing that she was
still trembling slightly, he swept her up into his arms and turned to retrace their steps to her
room. “Perhaps we should go to our room. It is much more private, Lantash, since it is in the last
tunnel and on the very end. There is no one near to us,” Martouf reminded him, quietly.
Hesitating for only a moment, Lantash nodded, “Yes, I agree, Martouf. I do not know what we
are about to find out, if she will even tell us.”
“True, but perhaps we can persuade her to do so.”
“I will certainly try.”
As her emotions and the physical reaction quieted, Sam became embarrassed. “Lantash, this
isn’t necessary. Really, I’ll be fine.”
Lantash turned into a room that was larger than the one in which she was staying. “We are
here now, Samantha. We will wait until you are completely recovered, before we go for our
Sam nodded, but she looked down at the bed covering that she was pleating. Lantash stood in
front of her, legs spread and arms folded, as he frowned down at her. It was obvious that he
was once again thinking about the incident.
“What happened, Samantha? One moment we were talking and the next you were up against
the wall. I think you would have fallen, if I had not caught you.”
Sam sighed. She might as well tell them. It was fairly obvious that they had no intention of
letting it go. She looked up at them, then her military training came fore, and her face became
a mask with no emotion showing. “It was a memory, a flashback, or something like that. It
doesn’t happen very often, anymore, not since I came to terms with Jolinar’s memories, but
every so often I have one catch me off guard. I never know what will trigger one. This time it
was the mention of the party, I guess. I’ll admit that I’ve never had one feel so real or affect me
this much.” She shrugged. “No big deal, really, Lantash. It’s just one of those things, and I’ve
learned to accept, as well as to ignore them, since I can’t stop them.”
Still frowning, Lantash’s quick mind was sorting through both what she was telling them and
what she was not. Why would the mention of a Tok’Ra party send her into a memory that was
so real it practically brought her to her knees? What did Jolinar have to do with it? Suddenly,
he shut his eyes. He knew what the memory was. They always ended parties the same way.
Back in their room making love, for the remainder of the night, in every way they knew how.
He slowly sat down next to Sam and reached out to touch her face. “Samantha…was your
memory of Martouf and I and Jolinar and Rosha?”
She glanced over at him, before looking forward again, and saying, “Well, it was sort of about,
um, that, yes.”
He continued to stroke her gently, asking, “Sort of? What exactly does ‘sort of’ mean,
Samantha? I think that perhaps this is something we should discuss.”
She was quiet for a long time. Maybe he was right. What was the worst result that could come
of talking about it? What was the worst that could happen? They would reject her, she would
return to the SGC, and finally get on with her life knowing that they would never be a part of
She looked at him, her face still blank. “All right, but don’t blame me, if you and Martouf end
up being embarrassed and wishing you’d never met me.” She paused, at their look of
confusion, and then she put it all out in front of them. “It was about you and Martouf and
Jolinar…and me. It was me with you, not Rosha. The way I wish it was, not the way it really
was. There, so now you know.” She stood and headed for the doorway, but did not make it
more than two steps, before he grabbed her and swung her back toward him. The last thing
she saw was his eyes shining, right before his mouth crushed down on hers.
She felt his frustration with her clothing, and then, she heard the buttons popping off and
pinging against the crystal walls. She gasped, as the cool air hit her. He was wasting no time.
Gathering her in his arms again, he deposited her onto the surface of a small table, before
reaching for and removing her boots and socks; her pants followed. She stared at him, as he
did the same thing to himself, practically ripping the clothing from his body. Still stunned, she
watched, as his glorious body came into full view. His manhood jutted towards her, and she
reached out a hand and began to caress him, before picking up a steady rhythm.
Lantash groaned aloud, as Martouf groaned in his mind. “Lantash, you must do something,
before we spill into her hand. Stop her, please,” Martouf, begged him to take control of the
situation, before it was too late for them to stop.
Lantash reached down and grasped the wrist of the hand stroking them, and then, he caught
the other one, pulling her arms out to her sides. He looked his fill, before smiling. Who would
have believed that under her BDU’s were black lace and satin? He stepped closer and forced
her legs apart. Their Samantha was clenching them together, no doubt attempting to find some
relief from the fire burning within her. He stepped closer, and releasing her arms, he pulled her
off the table just long enough to push her panties down. Setting her on the table again, the bra
was next, and it took him very little time to figure out the clasp, undoing it, and setting her
beautiful breasts free and now open to their gaze.
Pulling her to the edge of the table, he pressed her mound against his thigh, applying pressure,
but giving her no real stimulation. “Samantha, if you do not wish for this to happen, you must
tell us now, for we are fast approaching the point of no return. Soon, we will not be able to
She wiggled closer and clamped her legs firmly around his thigh. “I want this, Lantash. I’ve
wanted it for quite a while now.”
He nodded and, once more, his mouth crushed hers. Seeking and receiving entrance into the
warmth and softness of her mouth, it was only Martouf telling him that Samantha must
breathe and so must they that allowed him to tear his mouth from hers. His fingers were
unerring as they found her clit and began a stroking that caused her hips to undulate with the
movements of his fingers. When their fingers made their first foray into her heated depths, she
moaned to him, “Lantash, I want…I need, oh, Gods, just fuck me.”
Laying her back across the table, he opened her with one hand, and setting the tip of his cock
at her channel opening, he thrust once, hard, seating himself fully. Sam cried out against the
invasion of so much cock in her, all at once, but then she immediately accommodated his
length and width, as she began to move for him. His fingers found her clit and his mouth and
tongue found her breasts and nipples. Sucking and nipping them, then moving on to her neck
and her lips before reversing his trail, it was not long before she was incoherently chanting his
and Martouf’s names. When her climax hit, it hit so hard she came completely off the table to
meet his thrusts.
He barely managed to control his own release, but it did not take him long to subdue it, for
now. Picking her up, he swung toward the wall of his room and pushed her roughly up against
the blue crystals, before pounding into her once more. His superior strength and stamina
allowed this type of fucking for fairly long periods, and that was a good thing because he
enjoyed mating this way. Actually, he could not think of many ways he did not enjoy mating.
Sam could barely touch the floor with her toes, and he kept her there, suspended, speared by
his cock as he stopped thrusting and instead simply held her there, his cock jerking within her,
his mouth ravishing her breasts, neck, lips, and mouth. Holding her to the wall with nothing
more than his hardened member and one hand, he brought his other to her pleasure center
and began stroking it slowly and easily.
Not yet ready to bring her back to the point of climax, he continued his sexual assault on her
body becoming increasingly more desperate himself, yet not allowing those feelings or Martouf’s
pleadings to sway him from his chosen course. He began to suck on her neck and continued
until she was whimpering in pain from it, before he stopped. She had a very large bruise on
her pale throat. She was his. Tonight the Tok’Ra would know it, as well.
Once more changing his mind about his intentions, he pulled his cock from her heated depths
and allowed Sam to slide down the wall. Her legs would not hold her up, so he lowered her to
her knees, directly in front of him. She looked up, startled. Then seeing the taunting smile on
his face, she leaned forward and ran her tongue around the tip of his manhood. It jerked in
response and she felt Lantash’s fingers push into and grasp her hair bringing her closer and
forcing her to take more into her mouth. Taking his rather obvious hint, she began to suck in
earnest, reaching up and fondling his balls and running her fingers around and into all kinds
of interesting places. She could feel him trembling, and every moan she coaxed from his throat
was a pleasure to her and spurred her on to a greater effort. She could feel her own juices
running down her legs and knew that she would soon need some relief again. She ran her
tongue around the tip of his cock and teased him with it repeatedly.
Finally, unable to take any more of her mouth on him, without spilling, Lantash reached down
and picked her up, before walking swiftly to the sleeping platform and laying her there, where
he held her legs open as he began an assault on her with his tongue and teeth. Lapping and
nipping, it did not take him long to have her once more almost mindless with need. Her taste
was as an aphrodisiac to his senses, and he inhaled the musky scent of her. Her scent alone
could drive all reason from his mind, for it was as much an aphrodisiac as her taste…to both
Martouf and him. He eagerly laved her in all her secret places. When he added his fingers to
his tongue, Sam almost climbed the peak, but he pulled away before she could fall over the
top. Not yet; he was not ready to allow her that just yet, as he had more in mind for their first
Thoughts were as actions; he reached for her, and then turned her onto her stomach. When
there were no refusals or hesitations from her, he lifted her onto her knees, but kept her head
down as he entered her soft warmth again. They both moaned as his cock hit bottom and he
began to pump into her in a steady rhythm. Feeling her climax building quickly again, and
knowing that he would not be able to stop their own climax for much longer, this time he
followed Martouf’s pleas. Reaching around and under Sam, one hand went to her breasts,
caressing, tugging gently, and massaging them, as the other hand unerringly found her
pleasure button, and set up a stroking that matched his thrusts into her hot, wet, channel.
Increasing both the speed and depth of his thrusts, as she called for more, he could feel her
Sam was panting, almost unable to speak, but at last, she managed to gasp, “Lantash, I can’t
stop. I can’t. Now, I need you…” Her scream of completion joined his, and this time they fell
over the top and into the abyss together. The little death was theirs.
Sam came slowly back to reality, but then hit bottom with a pretty hard bump before her
practical side took over. Calm down. It’s okay to have sex, without a declaration of feelings on
either side. Just because they didn’t love her was no reason to get all uptight. If nothing else,
they might have a nice time together, while she was here…and she would have some memories
of her own, something she didn’t have before.
“Samantha, stop thinking, for I am quite sure that you are thinking things that simply are not
true,” Lantash propped himself up on his elbow as he looked down at her. She was lying
spooned with him and her butt was nestled snugly against his, ah, obviously quickly recovering
and interested, manhood. Leaning forward he kissed her temple and then moved down to her
neck. “We love you, Samantha. Do not ever doubt that. Nor must you worry that it is because
you once held Jolinar within you. It is you, Samantha Carter, that we love. We love everything
about you. Yes, Martouf loves you, as well. In fact, I believe that it is time for him to come fore
to assure you of that.” He laughed softly, as he added, “He is eager to do so, therefore I shall
enter torpor for a short time, while he tells you of our love of you.”
Sam slipped over onto her back, as she stared up into his face and looked into his eyes trying
to read what was there. She knew exactly when Martouf slipped into control, even without
seeing the glowing of his eyes.
Martouf reached out and captured one of her breasts, rubbing it gently. He would never tire of
the feel of her. Smiling almost shyly, he told her, “He is telling you the truth, my love. We both
love you very much. We hope that you will find it within your heart to come to love us
someday, as well. We are quite willing to give you the time you need to separate your feelings
from Jolinar’s feelings. We are very much aware of the difficulty you have had attempting to do
so. We can only hope that once you have done so that we will still be within your heart.”
Sam reached up and touched his face softly, caressingly, before sighing to them, “You really do
love me. Me, Sam Carter.” There was wonder in her voice, as she realized that all of her
dreams about them were coming true. “I love you, as well. Both of you, Martouf. I’ve known
that for a while now; I was just too much of a coward to tell you how I felt about the two of
you. There is no question in my mind or heart, at all, about whether or not it’s me. Yes,
Jolinar’s feelings are there, too. They brought me to you and connected us at first. I loved you
because of them, first, but now I’ve added my own love for you to the love that was hers, and I
understand how she felt, because I feel the same. I love you both, and I believe that I always
Martouf smiled at her, before he became very serious. “Samantha, do you believe that you
could ever become our mate? Nothing would make us happier than to be able to call you ours.
Both Lantash and I would be very honored to call you such. To have you as our mate has also
been a dream of ours for a rather long time.”
Sam’s breath caught, for a moment she could not breathe, and then she smiled broadly at
them, eyes shining, answering as quickly as she could, “Yes. Yes, I will become your mate
whenever you are ready to bond with me. That has been a dream of mine, as well.”
Taking her into his arms, he kissed her softly. “It will be very soon then, Our Samantha. Very
soon.” His lips caressed hers and then they started on a journey that would take them to her
very center. Morning meal would just have to wait for a little while longer.
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