Chapter Three
"You said the Replicators, her included, go where they can absorb new technology that will help to make them more powerful, right?" Sam simply nodded. "Well, what could she gain from coming here and doing what she did? As far as we know, she took nothing from the base. We would know by now if she had. Hell, she even finished your report for you! Er...It wasn't about anything she'd want to steal, was it?" Sam simply shook her head.
"So, as far as we know all she took was...what? I don't get it," Jack stated, his brow furrowing even more than usual.
"Well, Sir, she did get one thing. She got your sperm...your DNA," she stated.
"And what can she do with that? She's not going to make a mini me, is she? God, do you think she wants to replicate me?"
"If she wanted to replicate you, she would have simply kidnapped you instead of me. She wouldn't have had to play this ruse of being me, or knocked me out for a whole day." Suddenly an idea occurred to her, but she was reluctant to tell him.
He noticed the shocked expression on her face, so he asked, "What Carter? For Christ's sake, tell me!"
"I don't even know if it's possible, but I did think of something. Sir, what if she wants to have your child? I mean we don't even know if it's possible for her to combine what she is with human DNA. But if she could..."
"She could have my baby? A half human, half replicator baby? That's just gross, Carter!" He made a face, which she thought was adorable, even though this conversation was bordering on the horrific.
"I don't know if she could do that, but it may be what she intends to try and do. Maybe she doesn't know how to do it yet. But with your sperm, she can attempt it. And if she were to succeed, well the product of such a union would be a formidable foe against humans.
Or maybe her reasons for wanting your child are much less sinister in nature. She is me, after all. She has all of my feelings, my desires. She knows how I feel about you and that I would love nothing more than to have your child growing inside me."
'Oh, God, had she just really said that?' Sam was astonished by her candor and worried what his reaction would be.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she saw that his reaction was exactly what she'd always had hoped it would be, if and when she ever told him how she truly felt. The worry lines in his forehead disappeared completely, and his hand squeezed hers as he leaned over to kiss her briefly on the lips.
"You really want to have my baby?" She nodded, and Jack gave her another quick peck.
"Then, Carter, we are going to have to make some changes around here. Hell, I can't go back to the way things used to be anyway. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life making love to you, waking up with you, raising our kids together, and growing old...well...older with you. I'm already old. You sure you want an old guy like me?"
"Yeah, sure, you betcha!"
She got off her stool and stood between his legs again like before. Their arms went around each other, and they kissed like never before. When they finally came up for air Jack knew that even his black ops training could not control his rising desire for her. Sam was equally aroused.
"Let's take this to your room, General. I happen to know you've got a big bed in there," she whispered suggestively. He jumped off the stool and they made a quick exit, heading toward his quarters on the level above. Reminding himself to replace that security tape later, Jack followed her into his room.
Alone in his room at last, they quickly removed each other's clothing, and fell onto the king-sized bed. He held himself above her, the muscles in his arms tensing to hold his weight off her for now.
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
He didn't want to rush her, but he also didn't want to stop. He lowered his body to her side, looking at her beautiful face, running his hand over her breasts and stomach. Then, holding his breath, he moved his hand lower. She was just so damned gorgeous, and she was wet for him! He could feel the fluids of her passion running onto his hand as he probed her sex, his long fingers between her legs.
She hummed her assent and put her hand over his questing one, pushing it further into her steamy center. He ran his fingers through her folds, and brought them to rest on her clit, already swollen from its hood. He gathered the moisture from below and brought it up to her nerve center, massaging the tiny peak in a circular motion, then dipping his fingers into her juices again. Repeating this action over and over again, he quickly had her moaning and writhing in anticipation. She could feel her heart pounding furiously in her chest, the sound echoing loudly in her ears.
Suddenly a familiar feeling began to build deep in her womb. It fluttered nearer the surface and she knew she was close.
"Jack! Oh, God, Jack, I'm gonna come! Ooooooh, ooooooh!," she cried, her orgasm boiling up from her center, as one delicate hand clutched his hair and the other squeezed the hand he had between her legs.
Her hold on him gradually relaxed as she came down from her high. He pulled himself up and over her again, and leaning on one arm, placed his throbbing erection at her opening. Her hand joined his, as they guided him between her swollen labium and into her waiting body.
To say that this was the best feeling she had ever experienced would have been an understatement. This was way better than anything she ever felt or could have imagined. Sex with Jack was even way better than she had dreamed it would be! He filled her so completely, and her response to him was so intense that she thought she might pass out from the agonizing joy of it.
If she had known what being made love to by Jack O'Neill was like eight years ago, well, she would have quit the Air Force on the spot and devoted every day to making love with him!
Jack was having some thoughts of his own. He already knew, or thought he knew what it was like to make love to Samantha Carter. Thanks to the Replicator, his body already knew what Sam liked and what she felt like. If having sex with RepliCarter meant he knew how to satisfy Sam, then maybe what had happened to him hadn't been so bad after all, Jack rationalized. Sam sure seemed to be enjoying herself, now didn't she?
Stop over-thinking this, Jack, he chastised himself. You're starting to sound like Carter! Just stop thinking and fuck her! Stop worrying about yesterday. In fact, think of yesterday as trying out a demo model of the real thing. Yeah, that's the ticket! It allowed you to 'test fly' her, get the feel of her engines and see how she performed, get a feel for how to get the most out of her. Yeah, that was a better way to look at it. You tested the model, and now you're flying the real thing!
And fly her, he did! With her legs wrapped high around his middle, he thrust into her for all he was worth. If the walls of his room were not so thick (three feet to be exact), he would have been worried about all the noise the headboard was making as it slammed against the wall. Sam, who was as fit as he, was not about to be complacent.
She gave as good as she got, tightly squeezing his penis with her vaginal muscles as he withdrew it from her molten crater, and slamming her hips into his on every beat.
And Jack, ever the thoughtful lover, wanted to make sure Sam enjoyed herself too. Supporting himself on one arm, he used his other hand to rub her clit, bringing her to orgasm again and again.
She was really enjoying his stamina, but after what seemed like an eternity she began to think he'd never come. She wondered if she was somehow lacking. Wasn't she good for him? She could tell he was becoming tired as well as frustrated.
He rested a minute, leaning his forehead on her breast, his breath huffing against her moist, hot skin. The veins in his neck were bulging by now, and his skin looked even more tan than usual. Sam was a little worried he was gonna have a stroke!
"Turn over," he said as he lifted off and out of her.
She did as she was told without question. Shoving a pillow under her tummy and resting her sweaty face on the mattress, she lay with her butt in the air, waiting for his next move. He entered her from behind, rocking his hips against her ass, her moist channel easily penetrable even by someone of his fullness. The angle was definitely changed, his glans hitting her G-spot on every thrust, and very soon she came hard yet again. His thrusts increased in speed, and her inner walls began to clinch again as she welcomed this slow torture, this little death.
He was by no means average in size, a fact that she could finally attest to. He felt gloriously filling! She had always wondered what his loose pants were hiding and now she knew. Holy Hannah, he was big, bigger than she'd ever had! Maybe not bigger than she'd ever seen. Teal'c, for instance, was huge, both long and thick. She'd never forget the first time she had walked into the locker room as he stood naked, joking with the guys.
She had looked away, totally embarrassed. When Daniel had complained that he should cover up, he explained that the Jaffa held that the body was a thing of beauty and pride. Well, he was right about his body, that was for certain! It was pretty near perfection, she thought, as she recalled his long penis swinging between his muscled legs as he strutted off to the showers. He obviously thought humans were an odd bunch, and maybe he was right, she mused.
The members of SG-1 had an unspoken agreement regarding the locker room and showers, that although was not regulation, worked for them. Daniel would always ask her if it was okay if he entered. Once he learned about the humans' sensitivity regarding nudity, Teal'c did the same. They had seen her in her underwear on many occasions, and she had seen them in theirs. She had even showered in a stall next to Daniel on one occasion, when they had been in a hurry to leave the base to make the beginning of a hockey game.
The only one who avoided the locker room and showers when she was there was the General. Now she suspected she knew why; he had never thought of her as just a fellow officer, or a sister like Daniel and Teal'c.
And now to finally feel her vaginal walls so full of Jack O'Neill was, to say the least, her most erotic fantasy come true! She rocked back into him, his every thrust pushing her body up the bed, until she had to lift up and grab onto the headboard to keep from being crushed against it.
She had to wonder if something was wrong. She was enjoying this, but she was getting pretty sore too.
"Sir...er...Jack, I'm getting sore. Do you want me to...help you? I could suck you," she suggested.
He was bent over her by now, the strain of their lengthy session obviously tiring him.
When he spoke, she could feel his breath, short puffs hitting her right ear.
"No, wanna come inside you. I...I thought I hadn't been good for you yesterday, and that's why you left. Ah, hell, Sam, I thought she was you! I wanted to make it up to you today. So I went to the infirmary, and I took a Viagra," he admitted.
By now he had stopped moving, and had withdrawn his erection from her burning cunt. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on her shoulder, willing his erection to just go away. But of course he knew it wouldn't.
She felt kind of sorry for him. He had only been trying to satisfy her, and now he couldn't get satisfaction himself. Poor man!
Little did Jack know that Sam had been a devotee of the Kama Sutra when she was at the academy. Well, devotee as far as reading the stuff and looking at the drawings, that is! She'd rarely found a partner who actually wanted to try any of the positions. Maybe Jack was up for one, she chuckled realizing the unintended pun.
"Laughing at my predicament? That's not very charitable," he groused, feeling hurt.
"No, Jack! You took those damned pills for me; why would I make fun of you? Actually, I was just thinking...well, here...," she began as she lay flat on her back. "Enter me, and then I want you to turn upside down without slipping out. I don't remember what the move is called," she continued as he slipped into her burning heat. "But I saw it in the Kama Sutra, and it's supposed to heighten stimulation for both people."
"Ooookay, but you'll have to pay for my physical therapy afterward," he joked, wondering briefly what else this woman read in her spare time. Sam was certainly full of surprises, and Jack was enjoying each and every little one.
Luckily for Jack his member was long enough not to slip out as he turned butt up, his legs now alongside Sam's torso. He had to admit that although the position made thrusting difficult, the excruciatingly snug feel of it was really good! And if Sam's increasingly urgent moans were any indication, she was enjoying this new position too.
But Sam wasn't done with him just yet. She remembered another little technique that a guy had taught her years ago, and now she decided to try it on Jack. Wetting her index finger in her mouth, she brought her slender digit between his ass cheeks until it pressed into Jack's tight puckered hole.
"What are you doing," Jack choked out, as he felt her finger slip deep into his ass. "Ahhhhhnnnnggghhh!" As soon as Sam's finger pressed down on his prostate, Jack came with a loud cry, his seed shooting into her cunt at record speed.
Carefully he withdrew from her, and turned right side up on the bed, spooning up behind her. She giggled, and Jack lifted up and looked over her shoulder.
"Now what are you laughing at?"
"Just thinking how cute your ass looked. Never thought I'd really get to see it out of those damned baggy pants you're always wearing."
"Well, you're gonna be seeing a lot more of it in the future," he told her with certainty.
"For now no more giggling, Colonel. Just sleeping." Soon Jack and Sam were asleep, tucked into his big bed under Cheyenne Mountain.
Two hours later Sam snuck quietly into his bathroom to clean up a bit, wishing she had done it earlier. There was now a large wet spot in the bed. When she crawled back into bed and tried to quietly lay a towel over it, he woke up.
"Sorry," she whispered as she tried to fit her body to his as before. She figured he could use a little more rest, but Jack had other ideas.
Obviously he wasn't tired any longer, because he quickly turned her body till she was fitted to his, hip to hip, breast to hairy chest with her left leg wrapped around his thigh. He loved looking down at the tops of her tits, and he liked the feel of them crushed up against his body too. But he liked to taste them even more, so he made his move. She yelped in surprise and hung on as he fell onto his back, lifting her up and over him. Now he had her where he wanted her; he had a close up view of those tasty globes. 'Ummmm, delicious,' he said to himself.
Sam's breasts hung down over Jack's face, one of her nipples teasing his mouth. She stared down at him, the invitation clear in her sapphire eyes. He knew what she wanted, but he was going to make her wait. Instead of taking the offered prize into his hungry mouth, he lifted his head and nuzzled her breast bone, kissing her soft, smooth skin. Sam swung one turgid nipple toward his mouth again, mewing her request that he take it. He didn't.
He bumped her nipple with his nose, her smell intoxicating. She made another sound like a wounded animal begging for his mercy. He nuzzled the other nipple, but still didn't open his mouth to it. By now she was wiggling and squirming, moving her hips, his dick hardening between their bodies. Her thighs were squeezing his hips, as her feet caressed his legs, her toenails raking over his skin.
At last he took a swollen peak into his mouth, sucking in as much as he could. Sam screamed, her orgasm surprising even her. She had never come from simply having her breasts teased and sucked before. My God, what this man could do with his mouth! And his hands! And his dick! Holy Hannah! Her mind whirled with the possibilities.
As her breathing began to calm she realized there was something her brain had been trying to tell her, and it was important. As she lay on top of him, her face pressed to his neck, she couldn't make her brain zero in on what it was she needed to remember. Suddenly Jack pulled her hips down and entered her, ramming himself fully into her dripping cunt.
Sam's brain shut down entirely then, giving into the exquisite torture that was Jack O'Neill.
TBC