Title: Actions Speak Louder Than Words....
Season/Sequel info: The Sirens Saga #4
Author: Nemesis
Email: blaidd@fantasybabe.co.uk
Status: This part complete, but future parts still being written!
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17!
Content Warnings: Graphic Sexual content
Summary: Strange goings on at the SGC......
DISCLAIMER: Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. I have written this story for entertainment purposes only and no money whatsoever has exchanged hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of me and are not to be used without my express permission.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I've definitely got too much time on my hands at the moment 'cause this is just pure SMUT!!!!
DEDICATION: To my best friend, Winifred, and to all those who work so hard to bring us such a fantastic series. Thanks guys!
FEEDBACK: YES PLEASE!!


The sky was beginning to darken as night approached, casting long shadows as six figures in black glided silently through the cool evening outside the SGC. They stopped beside a vent shaft, cautiously opening the small vent and checking it was clear of any obstructions. The leader of the group motioned the others forward as soon as he was satisfied they had clear entry into the facility. As the other members of his team moved towards him, his mind momentarily wandered back to the last time he had been here, in the very same spot. He had nearly died that day, having been pulled into the edge of the event horizon of a black hole, one they were connected to through the Stargate. It was only through pure, blind luck that Col. O’Neill had managed to detonate the bomb before he had been pulled in completely, otherwise he would surely have died. As it was, he had been dumped on a strange planet when the wormhole had jumped to a different location, and he had spent many months stranded and alone before he had been discovered by the To’kra. They had brought him back to Earth and he had finally been able to make his peace with Jack, something he had tried to do that fateful day. He was pulled back to the present by the only other male in the group briefly touching his arm, a signal to their leader that the unit was ready to enter the SGC.
“Sir, why are we here? I thought the SGC pretty much sorted out their own problems, without any outside help” the young man asked, the encroaching darkness casting his face into shadow.
“They do, normally. However, just over an hour ago, the direct line General Hammond has to the President became unobtainable. We’re here to find out why” the older man explained, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked around at the others briefly, his mind in over-drive as he motioned them to move in, wondering what they would find when they made their way into the main facility. The young man, Captain Kieren Allen, went down first, followed closely by the four women. They’d been assigned as a precaution in case of another attack from a Queen Goa’uld like Hathor. She’d managed to get all the guys within the SGC to obey her every command using some sort of mind control drug, so the brass decided to send women along just in case. Casting a final glance up at the clear night sky, the first stars beginning to sparkle brightly in the darkness, he followed them into the access shaft, unable to shake the feeling they were descending into the heart of darkness.

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Siler opened his eyes carefully, his head thumping as his blood rang in his ears. He wondered momentarily if they’d been attacked, but could find no obvious injuries on himself and so concluded they must have been overcome in another way. He remembered explaining to O’Neill about the Sirens from Greek mythology and reaching out to touch the carving on the floor of the chamber they’d been in, but the details were hazy and he decided not to try and focus on them just yet. His head snapped round as a door to his side opened to admit a humanoid female, a silken robe draped around her. In her delicate hands she carried a small tray containing fruit and a container of liquid. “Probably drugged” he thought warily, pushing himself into a sitting position.
“Where are my friends?” he demanded, his voice echoing round the small room that appeared to be his prison, well furnished and comfortable but a prison nonetheless. The woman looked at him, her head tilted to one side as she looked at him curiously.
“My friends, the people I came here with. Where are they?” he repeated, unsure if she understood what he was saying. “God, you probably don’t understand a single word I’ve said, do you? Still, being your prisoner could be worse I suppose. Guess I could stand being tortured by you” he finished, not expecting a response.
“I understand completely, I just chose to ignore your question for the moment” she replied in perfect English, stunning Siler into silence as he stared at her in disbelief. “Thank you for the back-handed complement by the way” she said casually over her shoulder as she got to her feet and turned to face him. “Do you really want to leave Chris?” she asked as she opened her robe and let it slid gracefully to the floor, revealing a nubile body and a total lack of clothing.
“Do I have to answer straight away?” he asked, pursing his lips as he considered his options. He’d been divorced from his wife for three years now and had been on his own since, though not for lack of offers. He just hadn’t found anyone he really found attractive enough to put any real effort into pursuing and now here he was, a beautiful woman presenting herself to him on the proverbial “silver platter”, and she was asking him if he wanted to leave? “No, I don’t want to leave, not when you put it that way” he replied, taking her hands and pulling her down on top of him. “One thing I do want to know though...” he said to her.
“And what would that be?” she asked, her voice soft and lilting.
“What’s your name?” he wanted to know.
“Se’ren. In our language it means ‘Star’” she told him, leaning forward and kissing him as she made it clear the time for talking had finished and the time for action had come.

Slowly pushing herself away from him, and smiling as he grumbled his displeasure, she helped him to his feet and led him across the room to a large sunken stone bath. Swiftly shedding him of his clothes she led him down into it, a small shiver of excitement running through her as the hot water lapped around her legs. She reached up and pulled his head down, kissing him firmly as she felt his desire rising, his hands roaming her naked form. He had suppressed his desires and needs for too long he realised, as his mouth hungrily explored the soft flesh of the beautiful woman in his arms. He leaned forward, his weight combined with gravity enough to push them both back into the steaming water. She laughed as the water covered them, caressing her skin as his mouth had done moments before. With a smile she sank beneath the surface, pulling Siler down with her and kissing him hungrily. She knew his species could not breath under water, as hers could, so she breathed for him, using the kiss to transfer the oxygen he needed. He caught on quickly and they began their exploration of each other again, his hands running over her as she caressed his back and slowly moved down over his firm ass. Finally needing to come up for air, she pushed herself above the surface and dragged Siler up with her. He gasped as she laid delicate, teasing kisses down his chest and stomach. As she reached his groin he drew in his breath with a hiss, his hands curling into fists as she gently took him in her hand. Her gentle but firm rhythm brought forth a ragged moan of pleasure, turning to a slight growl as she flicked her tongue over his tip. Fighting heard for control as she used the tip of her tongue to tease him to full arousal, he snarled as she enclosed him with her mouth. She lowered her head and slowly raised back up, sucking gently a she did. He cried out in ecstasy as she moved her mouth up and down his length, one hand softly fondling his balls as she dug her nails into his chest with the other. The mixture of pleasure and pain was too much for him and his control slipped as he pulled her away from him, her mouth releasing his length. He reached for her, his hands beginning to roam her soft, warm flesh as his erection grew. His lips pressed against her firm stomach, his tongue darting across the smooth skin as he moved his way downward and captured her left breast in his mouth. He sucked gently, his hand working the same magic on her other breast as he drew away slightly and flicked the erect nipple with his tongue, smiling slightly as the touch elicited a gasp from the dark haired goddess in his arms. He repeated the motion on the other breast as his hand slipped lower, running over her firm ass and across well muscled thighs before moving slowly up towards the centre of her pleasure. She moaned as he sank a finger into her deep well. She cried out, arching her back and pushing herself into his touch as he eased a second finger into her to join the first, watching as she panted for breath. She was ready he knew, but a small part of him was tempted to make her wait, make her beg for him to slid his hard length into her. He pushed her back against the smooth edge of the sunken bath and slowly sank into her, her hands sliding along the side of the stone surface as she gave in to him. His hands found delicate slender hands, his fingers entwining with hers as he pulled back and sank slowly into her once more. He kept his rhythm deliberately slow, fighting to keep what remained of his control as her moans became louder. Unable to restrain himself any longer, the last vestiges of his tattered control slipped away and he sank into her hard, her cry of ecstasy spurring him on to his peak. He slid into her again and again as they both neared their limit, her cries mingling with his as they came. They slumped back against the wall of the bath as their orgasms washed over them in waves, exhausted but satisfied beyond anything either could have imagined.

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Sam stepped beneath the blazing hot water of the shower, her mind racing as she tried to come up with a reason for her strange behaviour, while her body ached for more. A sound behind her made her jump and she spun round to see young Lt. Simmons standing in the doorway watching her. The lust in his eyes turned her on and she turned to face him, allowing him to see her naked body as the water from the shower ran over her skin and her nipples hardened as desire coursed through her. She wanted him right then, no foreplay just rampant electric sex under the shower, and that was just what she intended to have. He approached her, stripping off his shirt but still a little shy even though he was turned on beyond belief, and she waited for him to reach her before she made her move. Laying her hands against his firm chest, she pushed him backwards onto the floor and straddled herself across his hips. Kissing him hungrily, she dominated him completely and he let her, his response as eager as hers.
“No foreplay. I want you now” she growled, swiftly undoing his trousers and releasing his eager member. Raising herself slightly, she slowly lowered herself onto him and threw her head back as he filled her. He gripped her hips as she pushed herself back up, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he pulled her back down onto him hard. Her nails raked down his chest as she let him guide her movements, moaning each time he forced her back down to him. His hands moved upwards, caressing her breasts as she once more took control. She raised herself, drawing him from her almost totally and causing him to growl his displeasure. She smiled at his reaction, certain now that she had been right about in her belief that there was a man hiding beneath the facade of a boy, and rammed herself back onto him. They cried out together as their hips met, Sam’s nails digging into Graham’s chest as her desire neared it’s peak. Grasping her hips, he rolled them over and thrust into her hard. His thrusts became faster and they cried out as they came, slumping back against the wet floor breathlessly as their desires were satisfied, for the moment.

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Janet hurried along the corridor, walking slightly awkwardly as she made her way back to the infirmary, after her memorable encounter with General Hammond. Hearing footsteps behind her, she spun round to face those advancing on her and gasped as she saw who was bearing down on her.
“Up against the wall” ordered the leader of the black ops unit, his team all training their weapons on her.
“Anywhere you want it” Janet replied, her body hungry once more and demanding satisfaction.
“What?” The silver haired man before her asked, stunned by her behaviour.
“I said, anywhere you want it Col. Cromwell” she repeated, her hands wandering to her torn blouse and seductively sliding it open as the black ops unit watched in amazement.
“You’re in there Sir” laughed Captain Allen, nudging Cromwell with his elbow as Janet sashayed towards them. She ignored the younger man completely as she focused her attention on the Colonel.
“Dr Fraiser, would you mind telling me what the hell is going on here?” he demanded, his voice firm though his pulse raced at the sight of the beautiful, half naked doctor before him.
“I’ll do better than that Colonel, I’ll show you. Follow me” she informed him, striding off down the corridor. Cromwell looked at her for a moment before motioning his team to spread out and search the rest of the facility, waiting for them to disappear before he followed Janet down the hall toward the infirmary. As he turned the corner, he noticed the lift doors were open and spun round to see who was inside. His jaw dropped open in amazement as he saw Janet, completely naked, leaning back against the wall of the lift and beckoning him inside.

Before he realised what he was doing, he stepped inside and gathered Janet into his arms, the doors of the lift closing slowly behind him as everything except each other ceased to exist. Pushing her down onto her knees on the cold metal floor of the lift, he quickly undid his trousers and moved behind her, sinking his length into her as she cried out with pleasure. His hands gripped her hips tightly as he slowly drew out and thrust back into her deep well. His thrusts became faster, and harder, as they raced towards their peak. Janet’s fingers raked along the cold metal and she screamed his name as her release came. She slumped forwards onto the floor, exhausted, Cromwell beside her. They lay there for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath, before Janet slowly turned onto her side and looked at the handsome man beside her. Although she was physically spent, her hormones continued to race and she reached out to gently wipe the small rivulets of sweat from his brow.
“Will you please tell me what is going on?” he demanded, flipping her onto her back and pinning her to the floor.
“I have no idea. All I know is that I want you again” she gasped, trying to free herself but his hands round her wrists held her in place.
“Whatever you say Doctor” he smiled, lowering his head and capturing her lips with his. She responded instantly, kissing him savagely as they gave in to their desires once more.

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Sam stepped into the blessed silence of the control room, glad to find it deserted for the moment. She didn’t want to be disturbed as she tried to figure out a reason for her strange behaviour, and recover from her encounters with Teal’c and then Simmons. She leaned against the desk, her fingers brushing the keyboard lightly as she recalled, in vivid detail, exactly how she had reacted to both men. Teal’c had made her hot but, she had to admit, Graham Simmons had made her hotter. She was unsure why the lad had turned her on as much as he had; perhaps because she had always known he fancied her or maybe because she had, on more than one occasion, wondered whether a man lay hidden beneath the facade of a boy.
“I guess it does” she muttered to herself, shaking her head slightly in amusement.
“It does, what?” asked a male voice behind her, causing Sam to start with surprise. She turned slowly, her hormones racing once more as she felt the testosterone pulsing from the dark haired stranger.
“Never mind. Who the hell are you?” she demanded, slightly embarrassed that he had overheard her. She leant back against the desk, eyeing him appreciatively as he carefully considered his answer. He was roughly the same height as her, with short cropped dark hair and blue eyes. A very handsome face went together perfectly with a well-muscled body, and Sam found herself idly wondering whether the ‘old wives tale’ about the size of a man’s hands was really true.
“Captain Kieren Allen. I’m here with Cromwell’s team to find out why communication to this facility has been lost” he informed her, a slightly mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he looked at Sam leaning suggestively against the desk.
“What makes you think communication has been lost? Ever consider the idea that we may not want to be in contact with outsiders at the moment?” she asked, her breathing getting quicker as her desire rose within her once more.
“Being out of contact is not an option Major. The direct line between General Hammond and the President was disconnected over two hours ago so they sent us to make sure the SGC wasn’t being overrun by alien hostiles” he told her, his tone stern at her apparent lack of concern.

Unsure what he was doing, he moved towards her. Being unusually presumptuous, he quickly undid her trousers and slid them down. Putting his hands round her waist he lifted her up and sat her on the desk, her ass pressing against the keyboard, as he lowered his head and kissed her hungrily. The base computer silently objected to this, but neither noticed as passion coursed through them and they surrendered to it. He pulled away, drawing her T-shirt over her head and discarding it as he reached for a nearby chair. He sat before her, sliding up to the desk as he reached for Sam and began his exploration of her. His hands ran over her skin as he kissed her, moving round and laying gentle kisses down her neck. As he moved round to her throat, he could feel her pulse racing and smiled to himself as he moved lower. He ran the tip of his tongue across her collarbone, his teeth gently nipping at her skin as he moved down and captured her left breast in his mouth. He sucked gently, his hand working the same magic on her other breast as he drew away slightly, smiling as the blonde beauty before him growled her displeasure. He repeated the motion on the other breast as his hand slipped lower, running over her firm ass and across well muscled thighs before moving slowly up towards the centre of her pleasure. His mouth moved lower, laying gentle kisses down her body as he headed for his ultimate goal. He nibbled slightly as he reached the delicate hair of her mound, glancing up at her as he heard her ragged breaths. He tenderly eased her legs apart as he ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh, hearing her moan as he reached the delicate folds of skin at her centre. His tongue ran the length of her opening, causing her to writhe in pleasure as he played with her clitoris while he sank a finger into her deep well. She cried out, arching her back as she pushed herself into his touch. His smile was sultry and erotic as he eased a second finger into her to join the first, watching as she panted for breath. He drew his fingers from her, eliciting a gasp from Sam as he moved his tongue back down and began probing her depths, tasting her salty wetness. She was almost at her peak as his hands moved back up and began to gently caress her breasts once more. She writhed under his caresses, calling his name as her orgasm hit her and she lay back against the computer monitor. As pleasure washed over her and she gently ran her hands through Kieren’s hair, the base computer overloaded from their input and shut down, plunging them into darkness.........