The door closed behind Sam and Martouf/Lantash, and Sam immediately pushed Martouf against the wall, kissing him hard.
“I want you!” Sam exclaimed, tearing at what little clothing Martouf had on.
“I want you too!” Martouf said, hoarsely. He slid his hands down over her body, untying the sash, then sliding further down and grabbing her ass, kneading it.
Sam managed to undo the band that held Martouf’s loincloth in place, and the clothing slipped off him easily. She wrapped one hand around his hard shaft, and used the other to cup his balls. Martouf gasped as she pumped his cock with her hand, making him even harder - something which he had not thought possible. Unable to stop himself, he thrust against her hand.
“Ah-ah! Naughty!” Sam grinned. “Patience!”
Martouf moaned and closed his eyes, leaning into her caress, but forcing himself to hold still as Sam continued pleasuring him.
Sam kneeled in front of Martouf, and gave his cock a soft kiss, causing it to jump, and Martouf to let out a groan. She smiled, and wrapped her lips around the tip, flicking her tongue over it. Martouf immediately thrust forward, trying to get more of his shaft into her mouth, but Sam just put a hand flat on his abdomen and pushed him back. He whimpered as Sam slowly slid her lips part-way down over him, then pulled back, before repeating.
Sam moaned softly before taking his cock into her mouth again and sucking on it.
While the aphrodisiac had not yet reached its peak, it was already strong enough to cloud out all other thoughts than the urge to mate.
She would need some stimulation herself, and soon, very soon. She moaned in frustration as she felt herself get wetter and pussy aching to be filled.
She pulled her dress aside, happy for the slits along the sides that made this easy. Even happier she had not been given underwear, she slipped a hand down between her legs and started to stroke her clit. It was not enough, and she rubbed harder, for a moment letting Martouf’s cock pop out of her mouth, and concentrating on her own needs.
Suddenly Martouf’s eyes flashed as Lantash took over control. In one swift motion he grabbed Sam and pulled her to a standing position, turned them both around, and pushed her up against the wall.
Sam squealed happily as his body pressed against hers, and she immediately put her arms around him and kissed him, almost desperately. Lantash returned her kiss, and for a moment they were both lost in it.
He took hold of her dress and started pulling it up to get it off her. When it did not quickly cooperate, he tore the flimsy material. He smiled widely as he took in Sam’s naked body. “You are so beautiful, my Samantha. I want you, so very much.”
He caught her lips in another heated kiss, then leaned down to take one of her nipples in his mouth. Sam gasped and bucked against him. “Lantash... please, I’m going crazy... I need you!”
“And you shall have me!” He slid a hand between her legs and dipped a finger inside. “You are so wet!” he said, hoarsely. “Wet for me!”
He grabbed her under the ass and lifted her up. Supporting her against the wall, he spread her folds and positioned his cock against her opening. He looked into her eyes, and she nodded eagerly. With no further hesitation, he thrust forward, sinking deeply into her. The sensations caused both of them to hiss, and for a moment Lantash held still. Then he started to rock against her, entering her with long, slow thrusts.
Sam moaned deeply and closed her eyes, letting her head fall back against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, and using the wall behind her as support, she did her best to follow his rhythm.
“Lantash! I’m... very... close! I...” Sam whimpered. “Please... harder!”
He put both his hands under her ass, and carried her easily to the massive table that stood nearby. Putting her down on the edge, he started to drive into her, thrusting as hard and fast as he could. Moments later, Sam made a shriek, and arched her body, as a powerful orgasm hit her. Lantash gasped, and his eyes flashed from the strong sensations. Giving up on any attempt to stop himself from coming, he pumped into her a few more times, then came, crying out her name among a string of Goa’uld words.
He lay against her, panting, for several minutes, before he summoned the strength to stand. Gathering her in his arms, he carried her to the bed, where he pulled the blankets aside before putting her down. He immediately joined her in the bed, and drew her close.
Sam looked at him, sleepily, and he smiled as they snuggled close to each other. “We should sleep for a little while, my wonderful Samantha. I suspect the aphrodisiac will keep us awake for much of the night - a prospect which I must admit seems rather attractive to me right now.”
Sam snorted, then smiled at him. “You naughty... scoundrel!” She kissed him. “Don’t worry, I think I like the thought too. A lot.”