*I am glad you and Martouf and Lantash are getting along well,* Sam mused, as they were getting ready to go to bed. *I think I was a little worried that it would be a problem. Actually, that's one of the things that concerned me about becoming a host - that my symbiote would either not like Martouf and Lantash, or that they couldn't accept her. Especially since she would...um...kind of take Jolinar's place...* She felt a little stupid about this, but now she had admitted it, and that was a relief, actually.
*That was supposed to be a secret?* Merit sounded amused. *I felt that from you almost immediately! I am pleased you are getting over this problem. Yes, it could be a real issue, I suppose, but not to the degree it might among your people. As far as I know, the Tok'ra usually look on such things differently.*
*I had kinda guessed that.* Sam still sounded embarrassed. *Anyway...should I assume that you and Martouf and Lantash would prefer it if we slept in separate beds for a while, until everyone is more used to one other?*
*Oh, no. Please do not do that! I have so very much been looking forward to experiencing this part of life! I am completely innocent in such matters - well, apart from the memories I have from Egeria, and what I have looked at in your mind...oh, such interesting memories!*
Sam blushed deeply, and even more so as Merit shared some of her favourite parts of her genetic memory. *I...see. Well, we should wait and see what Martouf and Lantash have to say...*
*I promise I will be good! If it concerns them - which I doubt - then I will not take control at all! It will be as if I am not there at all!*
Sam sighed. *I will talk to them...well, now, I guess.* She looked up to see Martouf/Lantash walk through the doorway to their shared quarters.
"Samantha, Merit," Lantash greeted them, smiling.
"Hi, Lantash and Martouf." Sam nervously licked her lips. "Ah, there's something we need to talk about..."
Lantash looked amused. "You believe Martouf and I would prefer not to share your bed until we know Merit better? That is very much not the case."
"How did you know?"
"I know you quite well, Samantha." He stepped closer and put his arms around her and pulled her to him. "So, have I answered all you wanted to talk about?"
"Um, yes, I...I think you have..." Sam admitted, distracted both by Merit cheering in her head, and by the closeness of Martouf and Lantash.
"Good, because while I love to talk to you, Samantha, right now there are other things I would much rather do..." He kissed her.
Sam returned the kiss, sliding her arms around him, as well. "That sounds very promising, my love...please, show me..."
He lifted her up and carried her to the bed. "With pleasure..."
Sam moaned loudly, expressing what both she and Merit felt as Lantash and Martouf took turns pleasuring them. Right now Lantash was flicking his tongue over her clit, and pumping two of his fingers in and out of her, keeping her just on the edge of orgasm. It was driving her crazy with pleasure, and she was close to begging. If only he would lick a little faster, or a little harder - or move those fingers deeper, harder, faster...or preferably fuck her, them...now! Sam whimpered, bucking against Lantash's mouth. "Lantash...beloved!" she gasped. "Please...I...we..." she moaned again.
"Please, what?" Lantash asked, pulling back a little and giving her an impish look.
Merit wanted control, and Sam gave it to her.
"Fuck me, us! Now!" Merit groaned. "Your queen demands it!"
He grinned. "Oh, but of course, my queen. Why didn't you just say so?" He kissed her stomach, scattering kisses over it before moving up to kiss her mouth. His very hard shaft pressed against her, belying his casual words. He used his hand to spread her folds, pushing into her slowly. "Is this...what you...want, loves?" He managed, hoarsely.
"Yes, oh, yes!" Merit shrieked, as he filled her completely. She threw her arms and legs around him, pulling on him.
Lantash began thrusting into her, keeping a slow, steady pace. He wanted to make sure their new mate was thoroughly satisfied her first time, but he could feel his resolve slipping. The beautiful women under him were so very tight and soft at the same time, and they were moaning and writhing under him, begging him to take them harder. He wanted to do as they wished, but he knew he would not last long if he did. Groaning, he gave control to Martouf.
Martouf continued rocking against Merit, slowly increasing his speed and force. He pulled almost all the way out, before pushing into her, again, and again.
Merit gave control to Sam, who immediately moved a hand to his neck, pleasuring Lantash directly. She placed her fingers on the points she knew would have the best effect, and began to massage him determinedly.
The sensation was shared, and Martouf gasped, pushing into her hard. His eyes flared as Lantash took over again.
He kissed her deeply, then began thrusting, taking her hard and fast. Sam met each of his thrusts, arching her body against him. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning and panting. Suddenly, she cried out as her pussy began to spasm around his cock. Lantash moaned deeply and pounded into her a few more times before he joined her in orgasm, collapsing on her. After a few moments he kissed her softly. "Was that acceptable, my queen?"
Sam let Merit take control, and she opened her eyes to look up at her lovers mischievous smile. "Very...Sam told me you are a rascal. She is correct. An adorable, very very skilled, rascal." She kissed him.
It was almost two weeks later, when Mitchell and Teal'c returned from that day's journey to the Stargate with good news.
"The Ori have given up! The soldiers are gone!" Mitchell said, with obvious relief in his voice. "We can finally go home!"
"That sounds great!" Vala exclaimed, and her statement was followed by similar expressions from the others. They were all weary of being coped up in the old tunnels, without being able to go outside, but most of all they were tired of the constant fear that the Ori would suddenly discover the entrance to their hiding place.
"Well, if you're sure they're actually gone, then I suggest we hurry to the Stargate before they change their mind and come back!" Sam said.
"Good idea - pack up whatever you need, guys! We're shipping out in 1 hour," Mitchell told them. "That includes you, Jackson - and whatever ancient tablets and other stuff you wanna bring."
"They're all packed!" Daniel looked offended. "Well, mostly, except those I've just been looking at. However, I think I'm gonna need some help carrying stuff. I've got..." He looked distant for a moment, as he thought it over. "Five full boxes, and one half-full..."
"That's six boxes!" Sam exclaimed. "I guess it's a good thing the rest of us got little we want to bring!"
"Even though the Ori warriors seem to have left, I do not believe it would be wise for us to be weighed down too heavily. We must move swiftly and stealthily, in case they return or have spies among the population," Teal'c said.
"I noticed some carrying bags in one of the storage rooms. We should be able to fit most of what Daniel has into those. It would still be heavy, but we would be able to move much more freely than if we were to carry boxes," Martouf said.
"Okay - do as you wish, but hurry!" Mitchell ordered, and they all ran off to their duties.