“Italics” – Symbiote-Host
communication and/or Telepathic communication
aima
coeurawyn – Blood of My Heart – a term of
endearment and the formal statement of the Soulmate. Coeurawyn can be used alone, but aima
coeurawyn should only be used for the Soulmate.
igisadonis
animawyn –Beloved of My Soul, a term of
endearment and the formal statement of the Soulmate…
igisadonis – beloved, should only be used for the Soulmate.
Blood of My Heart, Beloved of My Soul
Chapter 20
Teasing the Dragon
She hoped she could find the words to convey
how very passionately she loved them and how profoundly and intensely their
declarations had affected her.
As Samantha offered her left hand to
Lantash for him to place the ring on her finger, she answered in a voice that
trembled with the depth of her emotions.
“Yes, love, I will be honored to be your mate, your wife. I will be very proud to wear your ring and be
your mate, Lantash, you and Martouf.”
As Lantash slipped the ring onto her
finger, Sam held her breath. It was a
magnificently beautiful ring and she smiled and exhaled in relief, as she
realized that it fit perfectly. She
looked up into his face again, and whispered, “This is the most beautiful ring
I’ve ever seen, and it fits perfectly. I
will cherish it always.”
Knowing that if she kissed him now, she
would never say the things she needed to say, she refused to give in to the
urge to do so.
She clasped his hands tightly in hers
and holding them close to her, as he had done, she started to speak in a soft
low voice. “I can’t begin to tell you
what the words you said mean to me. It’s
as if you gathered all of the stars in the universe and gave them to me. I’ve never heard, or felt, the amount of love
you have just entrusted to me. I promise
that I will love you, and honor you, always.”
Tears threatened as she continued
searching for the words to convey to these beings what they meant to her. Now she understood how inadequate Lantash had
thought the words to express what he had to say, for she was having the same
difficulty.
“Lantash, Martouf, I wish there was
some way you could feel what is in my heart.
I’m finding myself searching for words to describe what I feel for you,
only to discard them when they come to mind as too shallow, or insipid, or
trite, or colorless. The words to
express what I feel in my heart and soul for you don’t exist. I’m going to try to use what word we have
even though they are inadequate.”
Taking a deep breath, she began to try
to put into words feelings that were so deep they seemed to go on forever. “I told you once, that I did not think that I
could even comprehend the feelings you had for Jolinar or hers for you. I was wrong.
Not only do I comprehend them, but my feelings for you surpass them in
their intensity and depth.”
Holding tightly to his hands, she
looked into his eyes and told him, “I wish to follow the vows you made to me
and I will do the best I can. Please
understand if I don’t get them correct.
What I say will come from my heart.”
“Am I right in thinking that when you say
blood of my heart that it is part of a Furling entwining or joining
ceremony? I believe you use it, because
it is the most profound experience you have ever had, and when you say those
words, they have a very deep and intense meaning for you?”
He nodded, saying, “Yes, that is true.”
“When we are joined in the ceremony, I
will have a better understanding as to why they are so profound. For now, I can tell you that they strike a
very deep cord within me every time you say them. I don’t understand why but it is the
truth. I feel that someday, we will join
in this way.” Sam didn’t know how or
why, but she knew that when they joined, it would be in a Furling ceremony, as
well as the Tok’Ra and Tau’ri ceremonies.
She also knew without a doubt that it would have a deep and intense
meaning for them both. She didn’t
understand it, but she accepted that it was so.
Without even realizing it, she began
her response to Lantash with the correct words.
“You are the Beloved of my Soul, Lantash and Martouf, and the Blood of
my Heart. The feelings I have for you
can never be expressed in words, and yet, that is almost all we have to try to
show the other how we feel.”
“I can never hope to be as eloquent as
you are. I wish I could be, but I am a scientist,
not a wordsmith. The words are from my
heart though, so perhaps they will give you a brief insight into what I feel
for you.”
“You are my Beloved, in all the ways
that word can be defined. Much loved,
dearly loved, adored, cherished, treasured, dearest; all attempt to state what
the word means, and yet all fail. Lantash,
my Beloved. Martouf, my Beloved. Just saying the words expands my soul until I
feel as if the universe is not vast enough to hold the love I have for
you. You are now, and you will be
through all of eternity, the Beloved of my Soul.”
Blinking back the tears the emotions
were bringing, her voice was barely above a whisper, yet strong with
conviction, “You are the Blood of my Heart; you are my heartbeat and the
essence that I feel flowing through my veins.
The very core of my being, my heart, needs you to live and survive. You are a fire in my blood, a passion that
will live forever. Nothing in this
universe will ever take that from me, for you are a part of me now and you
shall be into all of eternity. Our
hearts will beat as one, my love, always.”
“When I look at you, I see so much to
love and admire. Your spirit, your
kindness, your courage, your determination, all speaks to me. When I look at the two of you, I see a
wonderful being, and a handsome man, but I see beyond the outward—to beautiful
souls and hearts that are true. You are
my stars and my sun, the meaning in my days and the meaning in and of my
future. You are, indeed, my universe.”
“You are my life, my love, my heart,
and my soul. Now and forever, I promise
you.” With those words, she released the
hands she had been holding so tightly, and stepped forward into his arms which
enfolded her next to his heart.
As Sam stood in that embrace, she was
aware of the subtle change that slowly came over the hold he had on her and she
on him. It was no longer the almost
reverent touch of the heart and soul. It
was becoming the aching and passionate hold of the body. The body’s interpretation of the words given
by the heart and soul. His hands began a
sensual exploration of the body enfolded in his arms, the satin feeling sleek
and sensuous to his touch. He rested his
forehead against hers and drawing a shaking breath, he brought himself back
under control.
“Samantha, I must stop. I must finish the ritual,” he moaned.
She heard him and forced herself to
step back. She looked at him
curiously. What did he mean finish the
ritual? “I don’t understand. The rest of the ritual? What else did my dad tell you?”
“He said there were to be two rings,
Samantha, which should fit together to become one whole. And that later there would be a ring for me
from you. He showed me the gold band his
mate, your mother, presented to him.” He
leaned over and took the matching band from the velvet where it still lay.”
Samantha looked at the wedding band in
his hand and explained, “The ring you just gave me is the engagement or
betrothal ring. It is given at the time
the couple agrees to marry, to become mates.
This band,” she touched the ring in his palm, “is part of the set and it
is given during the actual marriage ceremony.
I won’t get to wear it until then.
At that time, I will give you a ring as a token of my love for you, as
yours is a token of your love for me.”
“When do we perform this ceremony,
Samantha? Are there things I need to
learn for it?” He asked curiously.
“Normally it’s performed by a judge or
a religious minister or priest. However,
for us, I believe we will have General Hammond perform the ceremony if that is
acceptable to you. There is nothing you
need to learn for the ceremony. General
Hammond will ask you questions and you will answer.”
“What type of questions?” He asked, curious.
“Well, let’s see if I can remember any
of them. At some point, he’ll say
something like, …do you Lantash, take Samantha to be your lawful wedded
wife? To which you will respond with yes
or I will. The he’ll say something
about. Will you love her, honor her, and
cherish her as long as you both shall live?
Again, you’ll answer yes. It’s
just simple stuff, nothing to get worried about.”
He nodded his understanding, and then
asked, “We will do it twice, will we not, so that both of us may participate
fully?”
She smiled at this man who was truly two
complex personalities. It was so
important to them that she realize they were both taking her as their
mate. She would see to it that their
needs were met.
“We can do it whenever and however you
wish, love, but I need to get a ring for you.
We’ll go look for one over the weekend.
In the meantime, we’ll take this back on base and leave it in a
safe. It’s very beautiful. Thank you.
I’ll take it and put it with our things to take with us tomorrow, all
right?”
He nodded his agreement, but followed
her as she went toward her bedroom.
Before she wrapped it in the velvet, he saw her look at it once more,
and he suddenly remembered something else Jacob had told him. Taking the ring from her hand, and holding
her left hand in his, he looked at the rings and told her, “The blue stones
reminded me of your eyes. Since I had it
made with that in mind, Jacob said I should tell you so. He seemed to think it might make a
difference.”
Sam choked on a laugh and shook her
head. “My father,” She gasped,
and then she laid her head on Lantash’s shoulder. “So, you’re telling me that my father had a
hand in my seduction and that he approves of this relationship?”
Lantash nodded, and then answered, “He
told me that for what it was worth, he hoped you said yes. Which it appears you have. I think he will be pleased eventually,
although I know he is confused at the moment.”
“Actually, Daniel and I talked to him
this afternoon, and I think he understands a little better. At least, he seemed calmer and he and Selmak
had made up their argument.” She smiled
as she remembered how he had finally comprehended that Samantha and Daniel both
understood, and accepted, what was happening and were ready to do whatever they
had to do to help their respective mates.
He watched her as she again prepared to
wrap the ring in the velvet, but once more stopped and looked at it. “Does it really remind you of my eyes and
that’s why you got it?”
“I picked out the stones myself and had
it made as I envisioned it. I would not
tell you that if it were not so, Samantha.
Yes, I chose them because they reminded me of your eyes.”
“Then it will be doubly precious to
me.” She touched the ring once more and
then wrapped it reverently in the little swathe of velvet, tucked it safely
away and turned to him.
Holding out her hand to him, she
murmured, softly, “Come to me, Igisadonis.”
He took her hand, but drew her to
him. He slowly lowered his lips to
hers. They opened to him like a flower
to the sun. As he traced her lips with
his tongue, he felt the tremor race through her. He felt exultant. She was his.
She would be his forever, and he was about to take her as one took one’s
mate. As she would take him, and they
would both know the joy of joining.
He was aware of her hands on him,
roaming over his chest and back, down over his buttocks, which she cupped,
squeezed gently and then patted. It was
an unusual gesture, but one he was already becoming familiar with as something
unique to his Samantha.
Sam realized that Martouf had taken
control and was again amazed at how easily she could tell them apart. She could feel his passion stretching those
glorious suede pants. She brought her
hands around the waist of them, teasing him with her fingertips. As he moaned low in his throat, the passions
banked during the exchange of vows burst into flame in a fire that burned
higher, brighter, and hotter than any either had ever known.
As their lips met, they each wanted to
physically devour the other. To literally
be able to share the same body and know all there was to know of each
other. As that was impossible, they
would do what couples had done for millennia.
They would mate their bodies and know for a brief space of time that
unity known as the little death.
As the kiss ended, Sam brought her lips
to his throat and tasted him with her tongue and lips. Her hands found the fastening on the soft
suede pants, but stopped short of opening it.
Instead, she began to stoke him through the supple material feeling the
softness of the suede covering the hardness of his shaft.
Resisting the urge to remove his
clothes, she kissed him in the open vee of the shirt. She breathed in his scent as she explored the
opening, using her tongue, her lips and her teeth to entice and excite. Keeping one hand gently and rhythmically
massaging his manhood, she used her other hand to explore his chest through the
fine material of the shirt. She could
feel his nipples pebble as she found and explored them, rolling them between
her fingers.
As his hands reached out to explore
her, she took them and placed them on his own hips, indicating that she wished
them to remain there. He moaned deeply,
but complied. Samantha knew what she
wanted to do. He had given her beautiful
words and opened his heart and soul to her.
She was going to make serious love to him in return. Her words might have been inadequate, but
there would be no mistaking how she felt about them by the time she had
finished.
Her mouth soon followed her hands to
his nipples and she teased, sucking and nipping them, through the
material. Her hand still rubbed him,
caressing his manhood, but still only on the outside of his clothing. There was something extremely erotic about
making love to him in this way.
Varying her tactics, she straightened
and walked behind him. She pressed
herself to his back, and then reached around to resume her pleasuring of him as
she placed kisses on the back of his neck, and began to use her other hand to
caress and explore his ribs and buttocks and finally his spine.
She knew where to touch him now to
elicit the most profound responses, and she began to make love to both of
them. The hand she was using in front of
him never stopped changing its rhythm, keeping one only long enough to build
his desire and then switching to a different one.
Her lips explored his back, and the
material of the shirt was so fine, she could feel the heat of his body as if he
had nothing on. Her other hand began the
slow exploration of Lantash and she realized she could feel him quiver
slightly. She heard a deep groan and
then one word, “Samantha,” ground out in an almost desperate tone.
She found the fastening on the pants,
opened it enough to allow his shaft to emerge and finally began to stroke him
skin to skin. Still standing behind him,
she allowed her other hand to release his shirt from the waist of the pants and
then to glide over the smoothness of his skin.
As she continued the various ways she
knew that would excite both Lantash and Martouf, she kissed and nipped the back
and side of his neck and throat. Finally
deciding on a circular motion and a pressing and releasing type of rhythm, Sam
knew she would soon bring her lover to an almost painfully exquisite tension. It would be enough to bring him close to
release, but not enough to put him over the edge.
She realized that Martouf was breathing
heavily and gripping his hands into fists on his hips. As he stood there, legs spread wide, fists
resting on his hips and his head thrown back, it occurred to her that the only
things needed for a glorious pirate to emerge was long hair and a cutlass. She had a feeling he could act like one even
without those things, and if she went too far she was liable to be presented
with him. But, that was for some other
time. This wasn’t about fantasies. It was about giving and receiving love in the
most elemental way.
Realizing that, and knowing that if she
just marked her place, she could come here anytime she wanted, she stopped the
erotic torture she was submitting the two beings to and moved back to stand in
front of them.
Reaching out and loosening a little
more of the lacing on the front of the pants, she allowed a more complete
releasing of his manhood. His breathing
had slowed somewhat, but he was still panting.
Once again, he reached a hand toward her as she prepared to kneel and
once again, she placed it back upon his hip.
As she knelt in front of him, and he realized what she was preparing to
do, he grasped her shoulders.
“I do not think that would be wise,
Samantha. I am already too close to
completion, and I do not wish for it without you.” She looked up at him and then nodded as she
agreed. There would be other times she
could finish what she started now.
“I’ll be careful, I promise.” His only answer was a moan and a flare of his
eyes. Martouf might not be proof against
this type of torture, but Lantash would be able to exert a little more
control. Or so he hoped.
As Samantha knelt at his feet, she reached
forward and placed both hands on the calves of his legs. Looking up at him, she caught her
breath. She was already seriously
aroused. Her need of him had grown with
each new kiss she had placed, and each new stroke she had given him. Her moans had been silent, but she knew it
would not be long before they were as obvious as his. She might look calm and in control of
herself, but the truth was that at his touch she would probably go off like a
rocket.
In truth, he looked magnificent. The mental imagery of the pirate was indeed a
good one she realized as she began to massage the calves of his legs. Even as the thought drifted through her mind,
another vision came to her. His stance
was that of a conqueror surveying his domain, which she supposed, was an apt
simile. He had conquered her, hadn’t
he? Heart and soul, she belonged to him
as surely as if she was some piece of booty taken in a pirate raid, or a woman
stolen as this warrior conquered some new territory. A territory and a woman he did not intend to
give up. He would keep her captive
forever.
The image did not distress her, as she
would have expected it to. For she had
conquered his heart and soul and he was as much her captive as she was
his. She continued to move slowly up his
calves to his thighs. As she began to
massage those wonderful muscles, she was aware of a slight tremor of
anticipation in herself. Something had
changed, but she wasn’t yet sure what.
As she kneaded his thighs and felt the
corded muscles, she realized that her lover was indeed exerting a great deal of
control on himself. She came up off her
heels to kneel straight in front of him.
She looked up at him in time to see one of his hands reaching for her
shoulder.
Before she had time to realize his intention,
he had untied her gown and it lay in a puddle around her on the floor. It was extremely erotic to be totally naked
in front of him as he stood above her completely clothed. She gasped at the intense stab of desire that
she felt and was almost nervous when she saw the small smile playing around his
mouth. She realized that he knew how his
gesture had affected her. With one
well-timed act, he had restored, and then shifted the balance of power between
them. She was no longer in control.
She had prolonged the painfully
exquisite tension too long. The
pirate was emerging and the conqueror she had glimpsed earlier was about to
claim his droit du seigneur. She
had lost her advantage and now was unsure of how to proceed. It was a new sensation for her.
As she hesitated, Lantash once again
made a decision for her. Winding his
fingers into her hair, he slowly pulled her toward her original
destination. Of their own volition, her
hands went to his buttocks. Feeling more
in control now, she looked up at him. He
still had the slight smile, and his breathing had calmed.
With one hand, she raised the hem of
his shirt to expose his hard flat abdomen.
She leaned forward and began to tease and kiss him, to lightly run her
tongue across his skin and to nip him lightly with her teeth. Now, the shirt was in her way. She started to stand to remove it, but was
stopped by his hand on her shoulder.
She looked up, startled. He shook his head slightly, and using the
hand that was still entwined in her hair, he urged her back to what she had
been doing. She started again, but
became increasingly frustrated by the material.
Finally giving up, she let it fall and proceeded to kiss and caress him
as she had before, through the material.
She moved to kiss his shaft only to be stopped again by the fingers in
her hair.
She moved back to his stomach and
chest, at least as high as she could reach him from the position she was
in. She whimpered in frustration. Now she was the one being aroused without
recourse to release. She felt his hand
leave her hair and looked up to see him reaching for the hem of the shirt. In one swift motion, it was over his head and
sailing across the room. She had a feast
of soft warm flesh to kiss and caress.
Reaching for his shaft, her wrist was
taken and her hand was brought up and to his nipple. As she rolled it between her fingers, kissed,
and nipped his stomach and abdomen, she began to move ever lower. She wanted him in her mouth. That was the original goal and, if anything,
her desire for that had increased since his surprise intervention. This time he didn’t stop her as she leaned
forward to place a kiss on the end of his staff and then to swirl her tongue
around him.
She brought her hand down to his shaft,
and he did not interfere again, but his fingers twisted in her hair as if to
remind her that this was a joint venture and not hers or his to command. She had understood the message of the
frustration. Paybacks were indeed,
hell.
With one hand in her hair, he reached
down, took the nipple of one of her breasts between his fingers, and began to
rub and roll it. When that stopped, he
let the weight of her breast rest in his hand for a moment before he began to
gently squeeze and caress it. Sam moaned
in her throat as he tugged on her nipple and it caused an answering tug between
her legs.
She whimpered as she began to increase
the rhythm of her mouth on his shaft.
She needed him to become as aroused as she was, but he showed her once again
with the hand in her hair that she would increase only when he was ready for
her to do so. As she brought her other
hand around to try to increase his pleasure, he caught her wrist and held it
firmly. It was definitely her turn to
want what she could not have.
Placing her hand back around him, he
once again turned his attention to her breasts.
Each tug and gentle squeeze increased her frustration. She wanted him. Moaning once again, she attempted to bring
her hand around to help pleasure him and this time she was not stopped.
She brought her other hand around to
cup and massage him, to press on that spot behind his shaft that was known to
increase the need for release. She heard
him gasp as his hips jerked forward in response. The hand anchored in her hair was no longer
holding her back; it was urging her on and controlling her rhythm.
As both of his hands found their way
into her hair, she knew she would have to stop this soon. He had specifically stated that he did not
want this to be a release for him or her, but for both of them. In the haze building in her mind, Samantha
remembered this, and whimpering in distress, she released him from her mouth
and leaned into him.
She could feel the tremors in his
thighs and hear his ragged breathing.
Suddenly, he bent down, picked her up, and strode to the bed. Putting her down gently in the center of it,
he quickly finished undoing his breeches and removing them. There would be nothing between them now his
look told her.
Opening her arms to him, she welcomed
her lover to their bed for the first time.
The thought made her catch her breath.
Their bed. He pulled the
coverings down and lifted her onto the sheets before joining her there. His mouth found hers in a soft exploring
kiss, but it could not remain that way.
The fire was burning too hotly in them both to be satisfied with a soft
kiss. It turned into the devouring kiss
of a passion burning almost out of control.
It was his turn to explore her
body. He began at her lips and moved to
her throat, setting her skin aflame with desire. She loved, wanted, and needed this man, these
beings. Both of them. When she became aware of the hold his mouth
had on her neck, she was thankful it was almost on her shoulder. The bruise he left was going to be
magnificent, she could tell.
She felt the bites and the kisses, the
nibbles of his lips and the flicking of his tongue as he worked his way down
her throat and then up the other side to nuzzle her ear. How had he known her throat was so intensely
sensitive to stimulation? It was one of
the most sensitive areas on her body, and each kiss, each bite, each little
bruise sent a tug of pleasure to her womb.
If he didn’t stop soon, she would reach her climax before he ever
touched her.
Martouf was back in control for now,
and he could tell that each time he touched her neck she shivered in
delight. He had learned something
important about his mate, he knew.
However, he would explore the knowledge later, now there were other
areas of her delicious body that were calling to him.
He lowered his mouth to the tip of her
breast and flicked her nipple with his tongue.
She moaned, and he proceeded to give this area his full and complete
attention. He did not allow his hands to
stray below her waist. They were fully
occupied with her breasts at the moment, but he wanted her to burn for
him.
He wanted to hear her whimper his name,
and to know that he could bring her to a state bordering on delirium. As he laved first one nipple and then other,
he found his own desire burgeoning. As
he suckled and then lightly bit her, he heard her moaning, as her head tossed,
and her hands roamed his body feverishly.
As she finally seemed to focus on his
shaft with one hand and his back with the other, he allowed his hand to finally
find its way to her center. As he
entered her with first one finger and then two, he began a slow steady rhythm
pumping in and out of her, as his thumb found the nub that would push her over
the edge if he was not careful. Soon,
her hips were moving in time with his thrusting fingers, and he was aware that
the slow steadiness of his motions was becoming frustrating in that it was not
enough to allow her release. He watched
her body writhe, wanting, needing, until she was almost sobbing with aching desire.
He realized he was playing with fire as
she began the circular pressure on his back that did the same to him. He heard her whimpering their names. He continued to suckle and bite while
maintaining the steady rhythm he had started, occasionally speeding it up only
to slow once more. He wanted her as wild
in his arms as it was possible for her to be.
Suddenly, he stopped and moved down
between her legs. He trailed soft, hot
kisses across her abdomen and the tops of her thighs, nibbling and laving as he
went. When he at last allowed his lips
to find her center, and lowered his mouth to her, he heard her gasp, and say
something that sounded like, “Martouf, you, I, no, you can’t, aaahhh”, just
before she pushed her fingers in to his hair and bucked upwards with her
hips.
His fingers continued to work their
magic inside of her, and between his tongue and his fingers, he brought her to
the edge repeatedly, but never so close that she could attain that which her
body was crying for. As she began to
thrash more wildly, and to sob both of their names, he removed his fingers and
his tongue and clasped her frantically tossing head in his hands.
“Samantha, aima coeurawyn, Blood of my Heart, igisadonis animawyn, Beloved of my Soul, you will come to me now
and we will join with the universe and the stars.”
“Martouf, Lantash, igisadonis animowyn, Beloved of My Soul, aima coeurawyn, Blood of my Heart, I will come with you now and we
will join with the universe and the stars.”
In one deep penetrating thrust, he
entered her and began the final steps in this, the mating dance; the dance of
love and desire.
Sam began once again to caress his back
in the one place that could drive him wild and he watched, as she also became
almost frantic with need in his arms.
More abandoned and ardently passionate than he could ever have imagined,
he reveled in his ability to bring this woman to such heights. She was not alone.
As her hands worked their magic on him,
he lost all control and with each thrust of his hips, he moved more quickly and
more intensely. Their skin was wet with
the sweat of their passion. His thrusts
became harder and more frenzied, and she met each with a fiery wildness that
matched him in every way. As his climax
built in him to a point where he could no longer maintain control, he thrust
once more, and deeply buried himself inside her as his seed spilled into her
womb.
As he hoarsely called out her name, he
felt the answering contractions and felt her legs wrap even more tightly around
him. He heard her calling their names,
as he had moments before called hers.
Both of them were spiraling into the abyss of unity where for a moment
in time they did indeed join with the universe and the stars.
Martouf and Lantash collapsed onto
Samantha. It was many long minutes
before they were aware of anything around them.
They had indeed tasted the little death, and it was truly
magnificent. Their breathing eventually
quieted, and their heartbeats returned to something resembling normal.
As Martouf softened and left her body,
she moaned a protest. He managed to roll
to one side and then, laughing softly, he commented, “Samantha, I believe, if
this continues, you will kill me with pleasure.
I have never experienced anything even remotely as truly wonderful and
exhausting. Lantash is in torpor, and I
am feeling quite lethargic myself. He
says not to forget to tell you how very much we love you.” He listened quietly, for moment, and then
shook his head.
Lantash came forward to explain, “I
wished for Martouf to tell you that as a lover we find you extremely exciting
and sensuous, certainly everything we could possibly have dreamed of having in
a mate. You are passionate and sybaritic,
daring and audacious, exquisite and incomparable. And my darling, I am now aware that you are
not afraid to tease the dragon.”
Suddenly he looked very serious, “I am sorry if I upset you in any way,
or became to rough with you, Samantha.”
Recognizing what he was referring to,
Sam blushed a deep red, but looked at him courageously. “One day soon, “she promised, “I’ll tell you
one of my fantasies. You didn’t frighten
me at all, Lantash. On the contrary, I
found your actions as erotic as you obviously found mine.” She lifted her chin, as she said the last of
the sentence. He laughed suddenly, and then
kissed her lightly on the lips.
“I will look forward to this fantasy of yours, I believe, aima coeurawyn. You are a very lusty woman in many ways, Samantha, and yet you can be very recherché. You are precious in our eyes, coeurawyn, always remember that. Now, Martouf is loudly and acerbically calling me names, so I will return you to him, so that he will stop being so annoying. Not, however, before I, too, taste the honey that is you lips one more time,” So saying, he proceeded to kiss her, deeply and thoroughly, and he didn’t stop until she moaned into his mouth and reached for him, wanting him yet again.
She knew immediately when he stepped
back, and Martouf replaced him. It still
fascinated her that they were so very distinct from one another. It awed and amazed her that she could feel so
much love and passion for both of them.
As Martouf once again began to tease and
tantalize her neck, he reached for her breasts and began to give them the
attention they had already begun to beg for.
He was hardening rapidly. She
moaned when his mouth left her throat and began to suck on a nipple, as his
hand made its way to the soft warm patch between her legs. It was going to be a long and glorious night.
TBC