Chapter Eight

Back in Kansas...er...Colorado...Jack was literally twiddling his thumbs as he counted the ceiling tiles of his room. To say that he was close to going mad would have been an understatement of his level of frustration.

When Hammond had informed him that SG-1 would be gone at least for two more days, Jack had almost done something very rash. His first thought was of strangling the man, and hiding his body in one of the storage closets. Then he considered a more subdued and wily approach, that of having Hammond declared unfit for duty and taking over command from him. When he was in command he would order SG-1 to return home immediately!

Of course Jack O'Neill was an honorable man, and as such he just slunk back to his quarters with a heavy heart. He missed Sam more than he ever thought possible! And rather than spend another sleepless night without her, he decided to take one of the sleeping pills that Janet had prescribed for him. In twenty minutes he was lying flat on his back, doing a pretty good imitation of a chain saw.

On a distant planet in the Milky Way Galaxy, Sam Carter was having a most interesting evening. As soon as she saw all the other bodies...er...aliens and humans dressed much like herself, she forgot her shyness and embarrassment and began to enjoy herself. It was actually quite educational she decided, to study the differences between the two races.

Where humans were hairy in more places than just their heads, the Denai bodies were hairless except for their heads. They had no eyebrows, chest hair or pubic hair. Sam wondered if this was by choice, but she was not comfortable asking, so she just continued to look for other similarities and differences.

One very noticeable difference between Denai males and human males was their genitalia. While the testicles of the human males hung below their penises, in the Denai male they were located above the penis. Sam wondered how this might affect penetration and sensation. The little devil in her shouted for her to give one of these guys a try and find out! Sam quickly pushed that idea out of her mind, and went on with her inventory.

She couldn't help but notice that Denai males were all beautifully built, with bulging arm and leg muscles much like Teal'c's. Their peach or aqua tunic tops looked wonderful against those naturally tan-colored thighs, and their feet were encased in gold or silver sandals.

One major thing she had noted about the Denai female was that their breasts had more than one nipple. Some had only two, while many had as many as six! Feeling comfortable enough with Lynn...Sam had been profusely apologetic about her outburst earlier... she asked the young woman about this. Lynn told her it was necessary to feed their offspring. She had obviously noticed Sam's breasts and had a few questions herself, which Sam was glad to answer.

Further explanation from Lynn revealed that Denai women often gave birth to four or more babies at a time! And since they were much smaller than human babies, Sam understood how it was possible for a Denai mother to nurse several babies at once! Sort of like a bitch and her pups, she thought, laughing under her breath. She was at once sorry for the poor Denai mothers and thankful to be human!

As the evening advanced, the amorous intentions of a certain Denain named Tarin further helped Sam to forget all about her inhibitions. He made her feel the most attractive and desirable she had ever felt, waiting on her hand and foot, feeding her delectable morsels of Denain foods with his long, delicate fingers, and telling her things like... her eyes looked like the azure seas of Catorica...wherever that was...and her hair shone like spun fluttledust. Again she had no idea what he was saying, but his meaning was obvious, and the way he said it was like music to her sex-starved ears! In no time he had her panting with desire and very wet between the thighs.

She had been missing Jack something awful, her body craving the feelings that Jack had ignited in her. Suddenly here was this wonderfully romantic, poetic, handsome alien, and he was pressing all her buttons at the same time. She felt like she was on sexual over-load, and if she didn't get some release very soon, she was going to explode like a super nova!

She had also had a bit too much to drink, and she knew it. It was hard not to drink the wonderfully delicious Denain ale she reasoned, when it tasted so good and when Tarin kept refilling her cup! But soon the room began to tilt just a bit, as the strong Denain liquor had its effect on her human anatomy. She was looking to see where Daniel and Teal'c were, when suddenly everything went black.

The next thing she was aware of was a gentle breeze stirring her hair. She reached up and touched her face which felt overly warm and moist. Then she heard his low, calming voice.

"Samantha, my goddess, are you recovered?" Tarin was staring down at her, his body lying alongside hers. She looked around at the green walls and knew she wasn't in her temporary quarters.

"What...what happened? Where am I?"

"You passed out. I am so relieved to see you are again yourself, my sweet Samantha! I was very concerned for you," Tarin told her in his soft purring voice.

"How long? How did I get here? And where IS here exactly?" She tried to sit up, but her quick movements only resulted in more dizziness. Her head fell back to the soft pillows of this strange bed. She looked around the room as best she could and surmised she must be in Tarin's quarters.

"Is this your room?" He was fanning her with a pretty paper fan. It had lovely bright-colored flowers on it, and was folded accordion style.

"Yes, do you like it?" He looked around over his shoulder smiling, obviously proud of it.

"It's very nice, Tarin. But I think I should go to my room now," she said, feeling more than a little uneasy.

"But Samantha, we are only nearing the height of the evening, and I so want to show you the pleasures of the bounty! See," he said. Taking her hand and leading it up under his tunic, he placed it on his enormous erection. "I am ready to show you now!"

"Wow! I mean NO! We can't... That is not why we came here! I'm an officer in the military. I can't just go around screwing every alien I meet," she informed him.

"I do not wish you to do any screwing, Samantha. I wish to share my bounty with you. Do you not desire it? Feel it, Samantha." He had been holding her hand on him, and now he was pushing her hand up and down his shaft with his, and she was letting him. Soon she was rubbing him on her own, her inebriated mind unable to control her raging libido.

Tarin suddenly ripped her dress down to expose her breasts. Like a pit bull pup he suckled her two nipples, pulling on them with his teeth till she squealed in pain and pleasure. Sam bucked up into him as his fingers searched for her opening. Slick with her fluids he plunged two elegantly long digits into her center, twirling them around, comparing her with the females of his race. Her entrance was narrower than the female Denain he had been with, but he knew he could adjust to her size.

The next thing she knew Tarin was lying between her spread thighs and his steel hard member was inside her, pumping out a rhythm against the walls of her vagina. On each forward stroke his testicles rubbed over her clit, and Sam was soon crying out her climax.

Tarin continued to thrust into her, his cock growing longer and longer by the second, until it reached the back of her womb, where he deposited his eggs. They would be discarded by her human body without any chance of ever growing into Denai babies, but Tarin had no way of knowing that fact, nor would he have cared. Coupling with this human female was most pleasurable, he decided, even if she did have odd-looking breasts and way too much body hair to be totally appealing.

Hours later Sam awoke in her bed in SG-1's temporary quarters in the Denai base. For a few seconds she wasn't sure where she was. Then gradually she began to remember things...things that seemed to have happened to her in a dream. Sitting up in bed she could see the dark forms of Teal'c and Daniel in their beds. She swung her legs toward the floor and stood up, grabbing the edge of the bed to steady herself.

Her first impression was that she had a hangover. Her head began to throb now that she was standing up, but she also felt a great need to pee. So she made her way quietly and carefully into the bathroom, glad that her bed was close to the door. Sam carefully shut the door and turned on the light. What she saw in the mirror gave her a start. She was still dressed in the pink, filmy dress of last night, only now it hung around her waist, her upper body totally bare.

'Need to remember to change into panties and a T-shirt upon returning from drunken party,' you nit, she reprimanded herself.

She would put on some clothes just as soon as she relieved her bladder, she thought, sitting down onto the flat, rather uncomfortable toilet seat. She finished and wiped herself with the Denai version of toilet paper, noticing there was something odd about the way she smelled and felt. And there was something that looked suspiciously like semen on her inner thighs!

'Ohhhhh...myyyyy...God!' Now Sam Carter was not usually one to panic, but her first inclination had been to scream her head off. Getting a grip on her emotions, which Sam had always been pretty good at, she quietly slipped into their room and got a towel, her clean panties and a T-shirt. Then she took a hot bath and washed away all evidence of the encounter she had obviously had with someone here at the base. She knew it was the wrong thing to do, but she really needed to feel clean again.

As she lay awake in her bed she tried to recall the events of last night, but the last thing she could remember was being at the dinner party. And the only male face that kept reappearing in her mind's eye was that of Tarin.

TBC