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Summary: Samantha
Carter has been abducted while on an off-world mission. Lantash recovers her and now she belongs to him. In fact, she is now his slave.
Pairing:
Sam/Lantash/Martouf
Spoilers: None
Rating: NC-17 graphic sexual situations and some mild violence.
Written
March 2005
Lantash looked the woman standing in front of him up and down, as he circled her. He reached out and took her face in his hand. She jerked away and glared at him. He reached out and ran his hand from her throat, to her breasts, to her hip, and then to the apex of her thighs. She was bound and could not retaliate. Nor did she dare say anything, unless she wanted beaten again. He walked behind her yet again, examining, checking out her entire form. He should demand to have her unclothed, but he could not bring himself to do it.
Turning to the two men, one of whom was holding the leash that held the woman, he inquired, “Where did you find this one? She has spirit. Perhaps, too much. I do not wish to have to tame my slaves.”
When no answer was immediately forthcoming, he looked at them and his glare was fierce, predatory, “Well? I am waiting.”
“We acquired her on Ceralon, my Lord. She was not cheap; they held her in great regard. She cost us much.”
“Meaning she is stolen property, you lost some men while stealing her, and someone is looking for her. She had defenders, did she not?”
Glancing uneasily at one another, the one who appeared to be the leader stammered, “Well, she was not mated to any of them, they said so. She was unattached and fair game to us, my Lord. They do not know where she has been taken and they have no way of finding out. No one will come for her.”
Lantash sneered at them, “Yes,
this is not the first time you have said these words to me, yet brought me
goods that belong to someone else. If I
find this is true in this instance, you will regret you ever became a procurer
for me. Perhaps, I should simply make
you sorry now, instead of waiting to be proved correct yet again.” He smiled evilly, as he raised his hand with
the ribbon device and pointed it at them.
“Tell me,
She whimpered as she landed and skidded on the hard, rough floor, unable to protect herself. She remained limp as Lantash strode to the two men. Using the device, he aimed it at the leaders head and began the process of killing him. Hearing the woman moan, he released the man and looked down at him as he lay panting, “Well? Have you nothing to say for yourself?”
“We will give her to you as a gift, my Lord. Please, no more,” he cried, as Lantash again raised the ribbon.
He stared at him coldly for a moment, and then lowered the device. “A gift,” he appeared to consider the proposal, but looking at the woman on the ground, he shook his head slightly. “Why should I want your problems?”
“Please, my Lord, we assure you,
there is no one who will find her,”
“Yes,” Lantash said slowly, as he walked back and looked down at her, “Most unusual.” Pretending not to notice as the leader dropped the leash and started creeping toward the door, he let them get almost to the doorway before suddenly turning on them, his ribbon held pointed at them, a feral smile on his lips.
“I will take your offer,
“Yes, my Lord,” the terrified man, gasped.
“One other thing,
“Yes, my Lord?” he quavered.
“If I ever see you on my world again, I will remember everything I ever knew about you…and your life will be forfeit. I suggest you make haste.”
“Yes, my Lord, at once.” The two men left so fast that if Lantash had not been so concerned about Samantha lying at his feet, he would have laughed at them. As it was, he had to try to calm any fears she might have that he was other than she had always known. But, he couldn’t do that in public view. He hated dragging her through the streets dressed like that, but there was nothing he could do. He could not appear to favor her in any way. She was a slave as of this moment, and it would have to be played that way. He just hoped she would eventually forgive them.
“
“Yes, my Lord. At once.” Turning to Sam, he jerked on the leash Lantash had given him to start her walking. As she stumbled forward, she heard him say, “Kree, woman, you heard your God. Come.”
Sam didn’t answer or look at him or Lantash. She kept her eyes firmly on the ground in front of her. She was exhausted and if she fell, she wouldn’t put it past them to simply drag her the rest of the way. She hoped this was an assignment of Martouf and Lantash’s and not a permanent change in their allegiance. She was fairly sure it was, since he had carefully treated her as if he had never seen her before. She had avoided recognizing him, too. She had felt relief at first, but now she was having second thoughts.
There had been no gentleness in Lantash’s hands. And, he had known she would fall when he threw the men into the wall. Hopefully, it was all a carefully constructed scene for everyone’s benefit. But, it bothered her that he had given instructions to have her bound. She wouldn’t have tried to leave. Surely, he knew that. Unless he really wasn’t the Lantash and Martouf, she had known up till now. Sam shivered in the warmth of the sun and felt fear rise before common sense came to her aid.
If he wasn’t her Martouf and
Lantash, he would have killed her at once, wouldn’t he? He knew very well she was part of SG1 and a
Tau’ri. Of course, he would. She would be fine. She stumbled again and brought her thoughts
back to walking. They entered his
stronghold, a castle like structure, and she was halted as the
Grabbing her by the arm, they propelled her forward to a ring transporter that took her up to the upper floor of the building. They took her down the hall and stopped before a large wooden door. Opening it, they pulled her inside and gave what sounded like instructions to the two women standing there. It also sounded, as if there was a warning in their voices. Well, whatever, she just wanted to be clean and maybe sleep for a week or two.
The two women nodded and looked at her curiously before turning to a wardrobe and beginning to pull out clothes that were rather less than more. Sam sighed. Good thing she was getting used to being half naked.
She looked down as the
She sank into the blissfully warm scented water and was surprised to shortly feel hands on her. She sat up quickly, opening her eyes and realized that the women were back and were bathing her. The scrapes and cuts stung badly, her muscles ached and her bruises were livid, but she was finally getting clean. Realizing they weren’t going to leave her to fall asleep, she sighed and sat up, intending to take the cloth and wash, but they continued to minister to her. She finally gave up trying to get them to understand and left them to what must be their job.
As they finished cleaning her, they allowed her to lean back against the edge to the pool. She wished her eyes wouldn’t keep slamming shut. The smell of food brought her once more to consciousness. Pushing the edges of sleep away, she took the food offered to her. So, the second of her three wishes had been gratified. She wondered if she would get the third wish. Sleep. It sounded so very enticing. The women were urging her out of the water, so she dragged herself up and out of the pool, standing quietly as she was dried, perfumed in a most embarrassing and unfortunately, erotic and stimulating way, and finally dressed in a silken gown of deep blue silk.
If, that is, you could actually call this a gown. Made of bands of fabric that barely covered her nipples, leaving her mid-drift bare as well as her arms, shoulders, and the majority of her breasts. The bottom half rode so low on her hips and vee’d so deeply, she wondered how it was going to stay there, until they attached the strips from the skimpy top to it.
She realized that the scented oil was also
having other affects on her body. Great,
just what she needed, some type of alien aphrodisiac that would probably keep
her awake, when all she wanted to do was sleep.
Sighing, she followed the two women into the next room, but stopped at
the sight of the
The women took her into the equivalent of a bathroom, then washed and perfumed certain body parts again. Protesting was pointless, so she didn’t bother to try. They wouldn’t have understood her anyway, and the truth was, that she wanted to see Lantash again.
In fact, she was anxious to see him, to see if it was her Martouf and Lantash. Surely, her dad would have told her if something had happened to them, wouldn’t he? She shook her head. Realizing that the women had finished and were urging her forward, she went with them.
They indicated the bed, so she
went to it. It looked inviting anyway. The
Lantash strode briskly into the
room. Seeing Samantha sound asleep, he
turned and ordered a meal, giving orders for it to be served as soon as he
finished bathing. Taking himself off, he
made quick work of it, and ate just as swiftly.
He would get rid of the
/If she will even speak to us, Lantash. You were very rough on her./ Martouf chided.
/Better that I be a little rough on her for a few minutes, than that we be discovered through inappropriate behavior and we all three ended up dead or worse./ Lantash replied.
Martouf sighed as he acknowledged the truth of his statement. Dear universe, they had been almost out of their minds for two weeks now, ever since Jacob had contacted them that Samantha had been taken and there were no clues as to where she was.
Lantash had been fairly certain he recognized the description of the men that SG1 had tangled with, and he had known that if it was as he suspected, they would turn up here sooner or later with their newest prize.
Thank the universe, he had been correct. Slavers were predictable. All it had taken was putting out word that he was looking for a new toy and wanted something different, unusual. He had known that if they had her, she would turn up here. Today, his patience had been rewarded.
/She is very tired, Martouf. I am going to get rid of the
/Yes, a very good idea, Lantash. No doubt she is very upset over our treatment of her./
/She did not act as if she
recognized us, Martouf. Samantha was
aware that we could not acknowledge her.
And you heard the
/Well whatever the truth is, we need to get this next part over. I find certain actions when we are doing these missions distressing, as you know./
/I know, dear one, and I am sorry, but there would be no infiltration, if I did not act Goa’uld. You are well aware of that./
/Yes. I am aware of that. So let us get it over and done./
Having dressed in skin-tight breeches
and a white lawn shirt, so fine it was transparent, he slipped his ribbon on
and picked up the whip he always carried.
He could feel the revulsion in Martouf, but it had been a handy thing to
have on more than one occasion. He was
very talented with it, and oddly enough, although he had never used it on a
Walking into the bedroom he looked
at Samantha lying shackled to his bed, sound asleep. Dressed in almost nothing, just seeing her in
his bed, in that way, quickened his breath and tightened his body. Damn these doeskin pants. They were soft and comfortable, but they clung
to the figure and hid nothing of his body’s reaction. Ah well, another clue for the
Caressing the whip, he said to the
“Yes, my Lord. We will remove to the lower floors immediately.”
Lantash turned away, as if losing
interest in the
/Yes, you are. Sometimes you even convince me that you are Goa’uld and not Tok’Ra./
/Why thank you, Martouf. I will take that as a compliment on my skill rather than the insult I believe you meant it to be./
Martouf snorted, then became quiet, as he realized that he and Lantash were looking down into blue eyes that were staring at them with some trepidation.
“Are they gone?” Samantha asked, very softly, barely whispering.
“Yes. You do not have to whisper. They never stay around when I have a woman here. They do not wish to hear her screaming as I flay her alive,” Lantash said bluntly, watching closely for her reaction. For a moment, she looked startled and a little apprehensive, but it cleared almost immediately and she smiled slightly.
“You must be a very good actor if you can get them to believe that.”
“You do not believe I am capable of such actions, Samantha?” Lantash asked, curiosity in his voice.
“Yes, actually I do believe you could do it. However, I don’t believe that is what you do here. Do they not think it odd that there is never blood?”
“No. They know that when I tire of you, you will simply disappear, along with anything else tainted with your blood. I am fastidious, you know. Their belief in these things is a great convenience to me, so I must ask you to act accordingly, if any of them come near you. I doubt any do though.”
“Unfortunately, I cannot allow
them to see you in any position as other than a slave. I am sorry, Samantha. I will try to keep them away from you but
there are certain things they will insist on.
One of them will be showing up shortly.
I’m afraid that although I can convince the
“Objecting to what they are going to do would be out of character for a system lord, so I hope you will forgive me. Had I been able to come earlier, they would not come back again. However, there were things that had to be attended to. I hear them coming,” he said, as he stepped away from the bed and once again picked up the whip. He frowned at them, but they ignored him, going straight to Sam.
Samantha’s eyes grew larger as she realized they were going to remove what little clothing she had on. Reflex had her fighting them and they were surprisingly strong. Before she could stop them, she was spread on the bed with her ankles tied. Sobbing now, as she realized she could not stop them, she barely stopped herself from calling out to Lantash. To do so would give them away, she was sure, so she clamped her lips tightly and closed her eyes.
Feeling fingers begin to pleasure her, she snapped her eyes open, expecting to see Lantash, and gasped when she recognized the young slave girl from earlier. As her lips opened to cry out against what was happening, a hand came over her mouth and she looked up into an older woman’s eyes. She shook her head briefly and slid her eyes toward Lantash.
Samantha looked over at him and her breathing was suspended. The look on his face was breathtaking. He seemed mesmerized by what was happening on the bed. The young slave girl was kneeling beside her on the far side of the bed, massaging scented oil into her skin. Tied as she was, she was open to Lantash’s view and he seemed to be totally enthralled by the vision.
Suddenly, Samantha’s breathing quickened. He was looking at her as if he would never get enough. The whip was clasped tightly in a white knuckled grip, as if he was controlling himself with difficulty. The girl worked her way back up Sam’s legs, rubbing the oil in, covering every inch of her body. She paid careful attention to the apex of her thighs and Sam found herself moaning, her hips beginning to move, only to have the girl suddenly stop and untie one of her legs and flip her over to begin again at her feet and work her way once more up her body to her neck and arms.
When she was satisfied that every inch of Sam was covered with the oil, they rolled her back over and retied her. And she started the torturous journey from feet to neck and arms again. And again, she stopped to pleasure her until Sam began to move with the rhythm of her fingers only to stop and move on. From her center to her waist and breasts, paying close attention to her nipples and rubbing the oil into her repeatedly, she then continued to her arms and throat.
Glancing at Lantash, as he stood tense and unmoving, the girl leaned over and blew gently on Sam’s womanhood, as she once again began pleasuring her with her fingers. Sam moaned and bucked, almost sobbing in her need. The oil was warming, heating her skin, and Sam realized that whatever was in this one was different than the earlier one. It had been a mild aphrodisiac. This one was much stronger. The affect of it was beginning to cloud her mind. She was becoming a body in need and that was all she could seem to focus on. She needed, wanted, desperately. Why was Lantash not coming to her? Why would the girl not finish that which she started?
Then she heard Lantash’s voice, harsh and commanding. The fingers left her and she sobbed her distress. Moving as much as she could in her bonds, she tossed her head restlessly. Lantash was standing next to the bed now, watching her, not moving. She realized he was listening. Satisfied they had indeed left, he strode to the door and shut it, then returned to the bed, stripping off his shirt on the way. He then removed his boots and began on his breeches when he stopped and said hoarsely, “Dear universe, Samantha, do not look at me in that way, with such burning need in your eyes, or I will take you here and now.”
“Yes. Yes, now, Lantash.”
He shook his head. “I will get the unlocking device for your wrists and then...”
Sam laughed almost hysterically, “Not now, Lantash. That can wait. I can’t. I want you, need you, now!” Her statement ended on a sob and neither Martouf nor Lantash were proof against it.
Groaning, Lantash unlaced his breeches enough to free their manhood and settled himself between her legs. He plunged a finger within her, testing her readiness, unsurprised to find her completely wet and open, he added another finger, as his lips came down to take hers in a heated kiss. Restricted, as her movement was, she was forced to simply be and feel. She could only reciprocate in a very limited manner. And, it was driving her wild with longing and desire.
“Please, please, Lantash. Please, I need you, so. Come to me. Come in me,” she begged shamelessly. His mouth left the nipple he had been teasing, nipping, loving and moved down her body until he came to the heat of her center. Flicking his tongue out he tasted her and shuddered at the pleasure that coursed through him. Martouf was begging him to give them release as well.
But, Lantash released neither him nor Samantha. He continued to lap at the honey her body was releasing for him until he felt her begin to tense for her climax. As he withdrew his tongue from her, he heard her sobbing his name and further releasing his manhood, he plunged into her fiercely, thrusting deeply, until he could go no deeper. She bucked with him striving to find the trigger that would release her from this exquisite tension.
As Lantash plunged ever faster into her heated wetness, he felt the tension in him reaching its peak and he was vaguely aware of the answering tension coiling tighter in her. As her muscles clenched him tightly he cried her name, ramming his shaft home and feeling not only his own throbbing as he emptied his seed into her but the pulsing of her tunnel as her womb convulsed and pulled him even deeper within her. He collapsed onto her, breathing heavily.
As his breathing slowed and he came back to the present, he became aware of Martouf speaking to him rapidly. /You must release her at once, Lantash. How could we do this to her without releasing her first?/ He moaned to himself and to Lantash.
/Her need for us was more than her need to be released from her bonds, Martouf. She had no desire to wait for us to take the time to release her. As she pointed out, that could be done afterwards./
/It is afterwards, Lantash./
Groaning at Martouf's nagging, but realizing that Samantha must be becoming uncomfortable in her present situation, he got up and walked swiftly to the chest holding the releasing device. Returning swiftly, he released her wrists, allowing her to lower her arms from where they were stretched above her head. She moaned as the muscles protested. Her wrists were chaffed, he noticed. As he leaned over to untie her ankles, he stopped and once again became rapt in his contemplation of the beauty of her body spread thus before him. Becoming aware of what he was doing, he proceeded to untie her, only to look up and see her smiling at him.
“I never thought I’d get to live out one of my fantasies in such realistic detail. And I think I can do without the fear reality factor, but the rest was pretty amazing.”
He smiled back at her asking, “Then I am forgiven for not untying you first?”
“Yes, you’re forgiven. But next time, let’s do it without the
Lantash watched her curl up in the center of the bed. He slipped the breeches off, and naked at last, joined her in the bed after getting the healing device. He used it on her wrists first and then the scrapes from the stone floor she had landed on. From there, he moved to the bruises left from the beating. Seeing them, he looked grim and she heard him muttering that he should have killed him. As he finished the last of her many bruises, scrapes, and scratches, he sighed and finally answered her question.
“I hope we will not have to have such a realistic situation again, Samantha, but I cannot promise you that it will not happen. I have spent months securing my place here and establishing myself as a minor system lord. I cannot allow that to be compromised. I am sorry.”
Sam nodded, saying, “It’s why Martouf isn’t coming out at all, isn’t it? You can’t take the chance that someone will see that happen or realize that it’s him and not you. I do understand. I miss him though. I’m used to having both of you, so I guess I’m spoiled.”
Nodding again, Lantash answered, “We must be extremely careful, Samantha. I will allow it to be seen that you have captivated me. It will be a change from what they are used to, but no one will truly think it that unusual. Eventually, we all succumb. But, at no time must anyone guess we knew each other before. And never question or dispute with me, for I would have no choice but to retaliate.”
Sam’s breath caught as she realized what he was saying. In the eyes of this world, she was a slave and would be treated as such if she erred. It was a life and death situation for them both. If she made a mistake, or he did, they could both die. “I understand.” She shivered thinking of the danger he was in each and every day. She had always known, but being part of it, made it very much more real and possible.
She looked at him, and his breath caught at the look she was sending him. She had never told him she cared for him, but the look in her eyes said it.
He shook himself free of that look and tried to become logical. He needed to tell her what was happening.
“I have contacted your father and told him you have been recovered and are alive and well, for the most part. He was very relieved. O’Neill would like to come for you at once, but fortunately, he has no idea where you are and Jacob will not tell him. We cannot take the chance on them coming here."
"Samantha, I am sorry, but you could be stranded here for up to a month or more. I am afraid your colonel is very unhappy, but there is a conference of some system lords coming up, and I will have to attend. Camulus is due here in a few days. We may be signing a treaty. I simply cannot leave to return you and you cannot simply be seen to leave on your own. I am sorry. Of course, I could simply let you disappear, but I cannot do that until someone can come for you, and Jacob indicated that it could be up to a month or more before someone is available to do so.”
“A month? Really?”
Lantash looked at her quizzically. /She does not appear to be upset, Martouf./
/No, she does not./
Sam stretched and reached out a hand to run it down his face and then his throat to stroke his arm. “A month. So, what you are telling me is that I am stuck here, as your, ah, sex slave, for a month.” Sam’s lips curved in an unconsciously seductive smile. “Well, you know, I’ve never had that job before. I think I’m going to need some more on the job training before I’m ready to do the job justice. Do you think that you and Martouf could, um, give me another lesson?” She asked, as her hand trailed down his abdomen to find his shaft and stroke it as it began to stir. Wetting her finger, she ran it lightly around the head of his manhood and watched as it jerked in response. It had gone from flaccid to stiff in a very, very short space of time. Less than a couple of heartbeats actually. Not exactly nanoseconds, but a close facsimile, she laughed to herself.
She smiled again and began to caress him in a nice slow rhythm.
“You do not seem upset, Samantha,” Lantash stated quietly.
“That’s because I’m not. I can’t think of anyplace I’d rather be Lantash. What better place to be than here with you and Martouf? Working beside you, helping you, loving you.” She looked down at his now throbbing flesh in her hand. “Ah, especially, loving you. Besides,” she continued, “I haven’t had a real vacation for a long time and since I’m going to be your concubine for a month, I might as well relax and try to view my stay here as a nice long vacation with very, very special entertainment offered.”
Lantash leaned into her and captured her lips in a deep, satisfying kiss. He did not understand her attitude exactly, but he had his suspicions and he hoped they were correct. Love was the only thing he could think of that would cause a woman to be so complacent about being in her situation. He deepened the kiss and pulled her over to him until she was lying across his lap, her hand never leaving his manhood.
Thank the universe, she had not yet discovered she could stimulate him directly as well as through Martouf's shared body. He sighed as he extended the kiss to attempt to withdraw her very heart from her. Perhaps, perhaps this month together could help her decide that she, Samantha Carter, loved them. It was worth the slight deception, to find out. After all, why use the one chance to get her returned to the SGC tomorrow night when missing that window of opportunity would give him a month in which to try to convince her to become their mate, to leave her life and become one with them. He groaned as thought began to blur.
Sam sank into his kiss, a kiss that seemed to draw her heart from her breast and place it into his. In that moment, she realized the truth of that thought. He held her heart and had for a very long time. It no longer mattered that Jolinar had loved him insanely and had passed that love to her, for her own love had grown and now the two separate emotions merged into one immense and overpowering love for this being. He did hold her heart and that was how it was and would be from now on. If she ever left here, it would only be long enough to gather her things, and sell her house. She was moving to the tunnels as soon as she could. There was no longer a choice for her. She had to have him.
Melting into his arms, she raised her hand and placed it behind his head, beginning to caress him firmly. Her hand stilled for a moment when she felt Lantash quiver. Not Martouf's body, Lantash’s. She heard him moan deeply, then as she resumed her stoking of him he gave a sound that was a cross between a growl and a purr and Lantash quivered more intensely under her exploring fingers.
As his lips left hers, she felt their body tremble slightly and a memory from Jolinar roared to life in her mind. She changed her rhythm to the one she now remembered and heard him gasp hoarsely. Sam smiled, almost laughing aloud as the memory played out. So, Lantash could be stimulated and it increased the sexual response of the shared body. Martouf would be screaming in his head for him to take her, soon. Oh, how delicious this would be.
Taking control of him, she shifted until she could push him down onto the bed. She then knelt beside him and began an intimate perusal of his body, taking her time to learn each sculpted muscle. She found and laved each of his nipples until they stood up, stiffly erect, much as his shaft was attempting to do. It was almost succeeding at times. Samantha caught her breath as she realized she had a month to learn these beings and everything about pleasuring them. And it would all be in her job description. What a thing for a resume, her ready sense of humor, pushed the thought the forefront of her mind for a moment, before another low moan from her lover brought her focus back to him.
Using one hand on the back of his neck, she used the other to explore his thighs, making forays towards his now leaping manhood, yet never quite managing to make a completed journey there. Her own breathing was becoming erratic as she took in the sensual heat of his gaze. His hands gripped the bed coverings and he continued to moan. Her memories told her that she had to be careful now or he would lose what little control he still had. She wasn’t ready for that to happen yet. She had too many other places she wanted to examine closely. As she removed her hand from his neck, he jerked gasping for breath.
“Dear universe, Samantha, do not stop now, I beg of you. You have set the fire to burning and now you must help to control the blaze. Please, my heart.”
As he panted his needs, needs that would soon change to demands, she leaned over to take him into her mouth. He tasted good. His flavor mixed with her own was erotic to her, and soon she moaned around his shaft as she worked her mouth and tongue around it. She used both hands now on his shaft and the sac that lay beneath, gently massaging and loving him. Giving and, therefore, receiving in return, she felt his fingers reach for her and she spread her legs to give him better access to her. Dear god, she wasn’t going to be able to hold out against him, she needed him in her again and she needed him there now.
Removing him from her mouth and hearing him gasp a complaint at her leaving him again unsatisfied, she turned and swinging her leg over him, she straddled him where he lay. It took no more than a moment to impale herself slightly on the extreme hardness of his shaft. She began to ride him slowly, forcing herself not to move to the fast hard rhythm she really wanted. His hands came to her breasts and she leaned forward to begin once again to caress Lantash. As she had known it would, it caused him to buck upward mightily, calling her name. Begging for release now himself, she knew he was repeating the words Martouf was moaning to him, but which they were now both saying. Still, she kept her rhythm slow and not extremely deep forcing both them and herself to burn hotter.
Caressing Lantash in the same slow way she was caressing their shaft with her body she bore down and moved in shorter but more intense strokes, pushing against his pelvic area, increasing her friction before changing and moving in small circles with her hips. He was almost there, almost to that point that he used to tell Jolinar was ‘exquisitely painful pleasure,’ the point at which he would shift his hands to her hips and take control of her movements, forcing her to move faster whether she wished to or not. And he would begin to thrust upwards frantically, striving to bring this tension to a culmination and then, then they would fall over the edge together. She could see it coming in his eyes, his face, and feel it in the steel of his muscles as they clenched straining for control that… was…just…about …to …snap.
And it did. He grasped her hips as he, and she, had known he would and they began the almost frantic thrusting that would give them both a mind-blowing release… …Dear universe, never had he experienced such an intense climax. Not even with Jolinar and Rosha had he felt like this.
Sam came slowly back to reality and found herself lying on his chest sobbing, one hand still on his neck cradling Lantash and gasping for breath as his trembling hands caressed and soothed her.
“Dear universe, Samantha. We do love you so,” Lantash said unsteadily. “Both of us, my beloved.” Lantash reached down and snagging the lightweight covering of the bed, he pulled it up and over her quivering body. She wasn’t cold, but it felt good to be cocooned here with him.
Placing a soft kiss on his lips, she looked intently into his eyes before saying slowly and clearly, “I love you both, more than I can ever tell you. And I always will. Please don’t ever doubt that.” Then she lowered her head to his chest and she felt a soft kiss on the top of her head.
“We will not forget, Samantha. And we, also, will always love you. Rest now, Beloved. It is going to be a long, delicious night,” he promised softly.
“Yes,” she murmured sleepily, “the first of many.”
He felt her smile against his chest as she drifted off to sleep. Cradling her tenderly, he reveled in the feel of her in his arms. They would sleep for a while now. After all, they had all night tonight, and a month, or perhaps, if he could convince her, more. The future looked very much brighter than it had just this morning. He too, smiled, as he joined her in slumber.
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