Tarnished Heroes
A Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction Series
By
Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling

Chapter Fourteen

Our hearts beat like thunder
I don’t know why they don’t explode
You got your hands in my back pockets
And Sam Cooke singin’ on the radio
Ain’t Even Done With The Night
John…………..COUGAR!

Soon after their little discussion Daniel pushed the tablet aside, locked up the house and made his way upstairs. He’d like very much to make love with his wife before he went away for the next two weeks. Thinking her still painting away, he went up to the attic but it was dark and quiet and she was nowhere to be seen. Daniel made his way back down the steps to his bedroom where he found his wife waiting for him.

The fire in the hearth was burning brightly as were the candles in the bedroom. Calla was sitting on the chaise lounge by the fire wrapped up in her green robe. On the small table beside her stood a glass of Coke and a small dish of crackers, cheese and grapes. She was reading a book when he walked in. “There you are.” She said with a smile as looked up at her husband. “You’re early tonight.”

Daniel looked at the clock the by bed 10:27. “Disappointed?” It was warm tonight much to warm to make a fire a necessity. She’d lit it for sheer atmosphere.

“Not in the least.” Calla rose gracefully from the chair and held her hand out to him. “Close the door and come with me.”

Daniel thought he was going to get lucky right off the bat but instead of leading him to their bed, she took him into the master bathroom. On the sink was a jelly jar one-quarter full with little pills.

“I know you found this.” She said quietly. “I want to explain.”

“I’m listening.”

“Please believe me; I haven’t purchased pills in a long time, not since…”

“I stepped down.” He motioned with his hand for her to continue.

“That’s right. This jar is almost two years old, Daniel.”

“Was it full two years ago?”

“Yes,” she admitted. “I’ve broken my promise to you and I’m very sorry.” Calla took the top off the jar, fished out two green pills, laid them on the sink and then dumped the rest into the toilet. Without looking back at him, she took the top off the tank and removed the bottle of Bacardi 151.

“Is that where it was?” Daniel mumbled. “Good spot.” A mathematician he wasn’t but the jelly jar probably held somewhere around four hundred pills and if it was full two years ago, and still had fifty-four—fifty-two now—in it then that came down to far less than one pill every other day since then. Maybe he had over-reacted and his son was right, it wasn’t All the Time, just Every Now and Then when she needed a little bit of help that she dug into her stash.

“Thank you,” she looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a small smile as she poured the rum into the toilet with the pills. “I know you don’t have to believe me and there’s little reason that you should, but I promise, after tonight, no more of that.” Calla flushed the toilet, the pills and the alcohol away. Daniel was going away for a long time on a very important mission and the last thing he needed was to worry whether or not his wife was strung out back at home. “You can get rid of all of the alcohol in the house if you want, I won’t buy anymore while you’re gone.” She looked at him with hopeful emerald eyes and spoke in a soft contrite voice. “I know you’re angry and you have every right to be. I have no excuse to offer you for my behavior. I really am very sorry, Daniel. Please forgive me.”

How could he say no? Calla had plenty of excuses for her little calm-me-downs—some of them were even legitimate-- but she wasn’t going to hide behind them. “Come here, Kitty.” Daniel opened his arms and enfolded her. “I forgive you. When you hurt, you have to tell me, let me help. I never thought you’d fall back on this maybe that’s my fault. Maybe I should have been paying closer attention.” Just to make sure he was paying attention and not being snowballed, Daniel looked down at her. Callas’ eyes were clear and bright. He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. No scent of alcohol, fresh toothpaste or mouthwash. She was clean and sober, at the moment.

“I know you must be aware that, um, I was a little out of it when I came home from school Friday night and you’re angry about that.”

“Yeah I am.” Daniel waited. She was in the mood to confess and he didn’t have to lead her he just had to listen to her.

“It was a long time before that, Daniel, I swear….” Her words choked off as she finally broke down and started to cry.

“They scared you, didn’t they?” He stroked her back. “Did they hurt you?”

“Yes, I was very scared.” She admitted and took a step away from him. “No, they did not hurt me.” Calla wanted this all over with and took in a deep breath. “I lied when I said Antwone hadn’t seen the photographs, he did see them.” Calla stopped as she searched for her words but Daniel was a bit impatient.

“And?”

“I know I disgraced and dishonored you and our vows,” her voice was just a sad whisper as the tears rolled silently down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry but I don’t expect you to forgive me, I won’t even ask it. Daniel, I swear, Tom only took half a roll of pictures of the two of us together,” she stammered and could see in his eyes that, well, that was half a roll too much for his liking. “Antwone said the pictures of me were all right but in the ones with him you can see the marks Kanan left on me.” Daniels’ face began to fall and she hurried along. “He didn’t know what they were of course,” she hurried along, “but they bothered him.”

“Bothers me too.” Those marks hadn’t been visible for thirteen years. Daniel’s arms reached and again brought her close. The linguist in him took careful note of the words she’d used; disgraced, dishonored and too humbled by it all to ask his forgiveness. Daniel kissed the top of her head. “Why did yo…” he stopped and rephrased as that linguist spoke up in his head again. Daniel was already aware that she didn’t know how to answer that exact question. “This whole thing started with Ares, didn’t it?” She turned her eyes away. “I know you don’t want to talk about it but just answer that question. This started up again when the two of you had your big fight.”

“Yes.”

“Did he touch you?” Daniel spit the question out before he could think about stopping himself; it was high time it was asked to begin with. “Did he try to fuck you?”

At the sound of The F Word, Calla quivered and pulled away. She’d always hated that word. “No,” she said softly. “That is not what we argued about.” Calla wiped her eyes and scooped the two remaining pills from the sink.

“Then what was the fight about?” Daniel asked. The worst of his fears were unfounded according to her and he was inclined to believe her. He didn’t see what harm there was in pursuing this a little further. If it wasn’t THAT then what the hell was it? What in Gods’ name could Ares do that would be so horrible in his daughter’s eyes that they would argue until they destroyed the old barn and then not speak to each other for a year?

Calla led him back to the fire and the chaise lounge. She took her one credit card from the pocket of her robe and tossed it into the fire. “There,” she said and looked up at him, “now I can’t buy anymore pills without you knowing about it.”

“Ok,” a grand gesture if there ever was one. She hadn’t said anything about the pot she smoked and he had the sneakiest inkling that she hadn’t dumped the pills in the little gold box either. But that was all right, he’d let her get away with it. “I believe you. Now will you please just tell me what the argument was about?”

“I don’t want to talk about Father. I want to make love with you.” Calla sat him down on the chaise. “Don’t you want that?”

“I always want to make love with you.” Daniel reassured her. “Tell me.”

“He wanted our son,” she said in a hushed whisper. “He said it was time for Nicholas to go to the island and live with him and be properly schooled.”

“In the Art of War?” Daniel asked.

“Yes, of course, and to be taught to use his powers effectively. To be an Olympian.” She looked at him with cold eyes as that last word rolled off her tongue with great disdain. “He can’t have my son. No one is ever taking my children away from me. No one.” From the look on his face, Daniel was just as surprised and angry, as she was when Ares first brought the subject up to her.

“Didn’t he want Colleen too?”

“I won’t hesitate to lay waste to him if ever asks me for my daughter.” She threatened in a very dark voice. “He knows it. He wouldn’t dare ask me for her.” Calla leaned over and kissed his forehead while fishing the pills out of her pocket. “I don’t want to talk about Father any more tonight.” She had other, more pleasurable things on her mind tonight. Ares be damned. It could be two weeks or more before she even saw Daniel again. “Open.” She held the little green pill to his lips.

Daniel pushed her hand away. He did want to talk more about Ares but that conversation was over for now. She was on to other things. “I don’t need that to make love with you.”

“Neither do I. Now open.” She coaxed again. “Just for tonight.”

It was one ten milligram valium; it wasn’t going to kill him. Daniel opened his mouth and let her lay it on his tongue. She held the glass of Coke to his lips and he swallowed the pill. Calla smiled and took the other one. “Now, I have plans for you, my love.”

“I’m getting that feeling.” He smiled. “What are you gonna do?”

“Now, you just sit right there and be a good boy.” She quipped and undid the sash of her robe.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Calla was very careful to keep the robe closed however; she didn’t want him to see her just yet. “Sit up,” she told him.

Daniel did as she asked. “What are you doing?” Daniel asked as Calla bound his hands behind his back with the sash of her robe.

“Last night you said you trust me, do you still?” She asked and walked away from him. She crossed the room to turn on the stereo. Soon Sting was coming through the bedroom speakers; Englishman in New York.

Well that the first time she’d mentioned last night at all. “I trust you, Kitty.”

“Good.” Before him, she began to sway back and forth to the beat of the music. “There could be many beautiful women where you’re going. Women who will throw themselves at your feet and who could blame them, you’re so very sexy. Every woman wants you.” She teased as she shimmied and rocked her hips in front of him. “I wouldn’t want you to forget about me back here at home…all alone…existing solely for your return and your touch.”

“That’ll never happen.” Her green eyes smoldered with passion as she opened the robe part way to reveal something red and….well, it looked very silky. “That new?” Daniel asked as he tried to sit up a bit and get a better view.

“Perhaps,” Calla smiled, “or maybe you just didn’t leave it on long enough to take notice of it last time.”

“That would be a real shame. Trying to tell me I can be a bit over-anxious?”

“It happens to men your age.” She taunted with a wide smile and came closer to him.

She opened the dark green all the way revealing a crimson red teddy beneath. Daniel was positive he’d never seen that before, no, if he had he’d certainly remember it. It must be a little something she’d picked up for him while shopping for that prom gown.

Wrapped in the heat of the fire beside him and watching the glow of those small but firm round hips as they rocked side to side for him with the smoky beat. Up and down round and round, she her body was hypnotizing him as the valium took over with a gentle hand. It was amazing, the way a woman’s hips moved, almost as if they disconnected from her spine altogether. If he tried it, he’d probably end up throwing his back out. With no hands to catch it, Daniel had to lick the drool away from his bottom lip as she came closer and closer to him. Yeah, green robe, red teddy, just like he’d told her so many years ago, every day with her was Christmas bringing something new and wonderful to unwrap…even if the present inside was always the same. That was just fine with him. No matter how many times and how many ways he had her over the last 18 years Calla never stopped being new to him. She never failed to tantalize and delight him.

Daniel rarely hesitated to appreciate the many ways she chose to apologize for her mistakes. Though he couldn’t hear or see David, Daniel knew he was in the backseat of the old Catalina, tub of popcorn in one hand and waiting cock in the other as though he were at some dirty Drive-In movie. That was all right, David could watch, Daniel didn’t care. Just so long as he was quiet and didn’t try to interfere and since Calla was being so very compliant and willing, there was no reason for him to do so.

The velvety robe hit the floor beside him. Calla perched herself on the edge of the chaise, the thin strap of the teddy slipped off her shoulder revealing the hint of the soft mound of her breast beneath it. “I want to take you Around the World,” she whispered in his ear, the tip of her tongue flicked out to taste the sweet saltiness of his flesh. “Is that all right with you?”

With no hesitation at all his cock grew to full stiffness at her invitation. Nope, in 18 years, there had never been any reason for her to ask him twice. “Yeah,” he tried to get out of the restraints at his wrists but she’d done a good job and even if he was able to slip his wrists out, at this point, his body weight held his hands firmly in place. Through the speakers, Sting stopped and Bruce picked up, singing about how he wanted his lover to meet him tonight in Atlantic City.

Calla’s fine slender fingers gracefully undid each button on his gray shirt. She liked buttons as much as he did, each one fell away with a soft kiss from her lips. Many times, over the years, she’d wanted to compliment him and remark upon the incredibly fine shape he’d built and then kept himself in but she couldn’t find a way to say it without sounding off in some way. Or as though he hadn’t been…..good enough…before in some way. Instead, she just lavished him with affection and hoped he got the message.

“Tonight,” she told him while working the belt buckle, “you will call me Mistress or Lady. Do you understand?”

That was a first and he couldn’t wait to try it out. “Yes,” Daniel smiled a wicked little smile, “Mistress.”

“I like that,” she cooed and slid down the zipper over the shaft his hard cock.

“I can see that you do.” Daniel remarked as her eyes shined at him. “Mistress.” He struggled with the sash at his wrists, Calla was good, she’d learned a lot and the more he struggled the more the sash tightened its grip.

Calla stood up and brought the khaki’s all the way down and off him. She saw him working his hands behind his back and reached around to feel the grip it had on him. His face buried between her breasts as she checked the sash. Without a word she loosened it a bit but not enough for him to escape. “Be a good boy and sit still.” The remaining strap on the red teddy slipped away and so did the garment. Slowly she straddled his waist and laid a deep kiss on his full lips. Kisses, kisses, so many kisses he couldn’t count, they worked from his lips to his neck, all across his chest and down to that soft patch of hair between his legs while the soft palms of her hand danced over him. “I love you,” she whispered to him. “Always and only you.”

All secrets revealed and out in the open there was nothing left standing between them anymore.

Around The World.

First Stop.

Her lips folded around his hard cock. Calla gobbled it down with skillful greed. The valium and the little strip tease, it wasn’t long before that familiar feeling began to make itself known way down deep in the pit of his gut. The heat of the fire and her tongue made him break out in a light sweat and his heart picked up the pace. A soft hand matched the rhythm of her moist tongue up and down from tip to stern and back again. Her hair danced across his chest while she moved. He wanted to touch her to feel the warmth of her skin beneath his hand but the restraint wouldn’t let him no matter how hard he tried. The frustration it caused made him cum harder. Halfway sitting up and bathed in sweat that warm feeing in his stomach exploded and he rocked back against the chaise, his body stiffened, his cock pulsated and shot off its first round of the night. Calla licked the sensitive skin clean of every little drop. Rather than leaving him limp and tired Daniel only wanted more.

Around The World.

She pulled herself up and slithered over him until they were face to face.

Second Stop.

“Untie me, Mistress.”

“No,” she slid down over him taking him into the place she liked best.

To his delight, she was wet and ready when he slipped inside. “I want to touch you, Lady.”

“I will touch you.” She said in a dark but loving voice. “Like this?” Her hands slid over inch of him and her hips clamped down on his flanks. The way his hips rose to greet her she thought she was getting right. Calla pulled herself all the way up and then slowly slid all the way down again. “So Beautiful,” Calla murmured with sparkling eyes and leaned in to part his lips with her tongue. Her chest pressed to his as their hearts raced in time. Daniel came already and he was going to hold out longer on this leg of the trip. She’d help him along. Her lips departed from his and closed down just below his right ear, the moist tongue licking his flesh was joined by the decadent sensation of her teeth nibbling at his skin. Tonight as in night’s past, as her passion and heat grew, each little nibble became a more demanding little bite. The scent of his sweat filled her head while the taste of it filled her mouth. Tomorrow morning his neck would be covered in hickies and bite marks. A wedding ring was removable but the marks she left on him were not.

“Untie me,” Daniel insisted in a stronger voice. “I should be pleasing you, Mistress.” He groaned as he tried to find the path that lead to what he wanted.

“I am pleased,” she whispered, “very pleased.”

Well if that’s the way she wants it. “Take what you want, I’m yours, Lady.” Daniel took a chunk of the flesh at her neck into his mouth. Calla let out a long low moan and though her pace was still slow and deliberate, she ground down harder upon him.

On the speakers, Rod Stewart who had been singing about how his nightly trips on a downtown train now gave way to John Cougar softly claiming he’d seen the girl first and he wanted to his shot to move around her heart. The fire roared and crackled, engulfing them in its heat while she made love to him. Eighteen years. That was all he could think in the moment. How many men got this lucky? How many marriages ended well before now? Then again, not every mere mortal man had the benefit of having a Goddess for a wife.

The slender arms around his neck tightened and her nails sunk into his back. She was cumming and before him. Yes, how fucking lucky could he get? “You won’t forget me while you’re gone?”

“Never.” Daniel whispered back and tried again to get his hands free. One wrist was sliding out of the sash but she had him pinned down good and he didn’t think he could bring it around even if he managed to get it completely free of the tie binding him.

“You will always be mine?”

He wasn’t telling her anything more than what already knew and wanted to hear. “Forever…Mistress.”

The arms around him and the nails so excruciatingly pleasurable sinking into his back suddenly were covering his nipples as she sat straight up on top of him. Daniel was free; his hands reached out for her waist and pushed her down, harder, further onto his waiting shaft. Cascades of silken fire filled the air around him as she went for it. The breeze cooled him and the fire heated him. Lost in the ether and the valium and her, she was still able to cheat him. He couldn’t help and he couldn’t stop. Daniel came before she could reach her climax. But that was what she wanted anyway. Calla was waiting for her turn and for that last leg of this incredible journey.

“Bad boy,” she chided breathlessly and grabbed the hands at her hips. “Mistress didn’t say you could be free, that you could touch her.” Calla pinned him down again.

For the first time in…well…forever Daniel got the opportunity to deliver her line and took it. “I freed myself and I failed to please you. Forgive me, Mistress, I’m sorry.” He whispered and let her hold him there with his arms above his head. “What can I do to please you, my Lady?” It was in her eyes. She was ready for that last stop Around The World. So was he. Daniel thought that she would let him up but she didn’t. Instead, Calla reached around and pulled the sash out from behind him. Another opportunity to deliver one of her lines and again he took it. “I’ll be good, Mistress.” He said softly as he gazed at the sash in her hand. For just one instant she was stuck and didn’t which way to go. Daniel was having more fun with this than he would have ever imagined. “I know what you want,” he invited softly, “I can make you ready,” Still she hesitated and seeing one last opportunity peek its head out from around the corner, well, he couldn’t resist it. He held his wrists out to her. “If it’s what you wish, my Mistress.” Daniel held them up offering them up for binding.

With him still inside of her, very carefully and gently she wrapped it around his wrists again. It wasn’t tight this time, no it was very loose because at some point to come she wanted him to get out of it. That sweet right point was going to be up to him to determine.

“You need never ask my forgiveness, it’s always yours for the taking.” Her hips moved upward until his still hard cock slid out. Daniel never needed a breather or a time-out with her. The more she gave him the more he wanted. “Always.” Her hand slipped down between their legs and moved his anticipating shaft to the last stop on the nights’ ride.

“Don’t,” Daniel said in a sudden soft voice. He really thought she was going to let him go and let him take over but no Calla started this ride and she wanted to finish it. “Please, Lady, you’re not ready.”

“I am always ready and waiting for you.” She pushed her hips downward and the tip of his cock slid into her ass.

“Calla, don’t.” She wasn’t ready. Although that made his entrance all the more pleasurable for him it would be rough and it would hurt her, that was the last thing he wanted tonight not after all she’d already given him.

“Shhh,” her fingertips covered his lips. “I love you with all my heart.” Her arms wrapped around as her hips pushed further down and took him all the way inside. She let out a small cry and stiffened above him. “All my heart,” she whispered again.

“I love you, my beautiful wife. My Goddess. Oh, God, Kitty, I love you.” Daniel freed his hands and wrapped his arms around her pulling her down and close to him. He rolled her over and beneath him on the chaise. “With all my heart.”

“Show me,” she pled beneath him.

Not a problem. Although controlling himself might be. Daniel surged in and out of her waiting ass with the excruciatingly slow and soft thrusts that she had slid down upon him before. Just for a mere instant the thought of his son standing outside the door and watching came to him. Daniel dismissed it, even if he was there, screw him, Nicholas could watch this all he wanted. Maybe then, he’d understand the depths of the passion his parents shared and that no man, or God, was ever going to stand in the way of it, not as long as Daniel was still drawing breath. His thumb slid down to caress her clit.

Calla jumped. “Daniel?”

Suddenly the Slave had become the Master once more. “Shh.” She never liked him to play with it except for times like this. It was too sensitive to be played with like a toy. Just the slightest brush was more than enough to send her off into ecstasy. More than that and it was painful unless they were making love the old-fashioned way. “It’s all right, Mistress.” He assured from above her. “I only want to please you.” Her lids rolled open and she looked up at him with dreamy eyes while his cock glided in and out of her. He smiled down at her and reached out to caress the side of her face. Callas’ arms pulled him down close to her. Firm calves wrapped around his waist as she cinched her hold on him. “I love you,” he whispered again and felt her start to cum. This time she was not going to cheat him. He came twice already, he could hold out longer than she could at this point. Two weeks was a long time and Daniel wanted Calla to remember him while he was gone just as much as Calla wanted him to remember her.

“My Lord,” she moaned heavily below him.

“Hei,” he said before she could continue and gave a slightly harder thrust. “Always hei.”

Callas’ mouth that had been so sweetly exploring his neck once more opened and her teeth clamped down on his shoulder while her nailed ripped into the flesh of his back. “Gin sama’taya,” she whispered. (I am always yours).

“Hei,” he agreed in a hard whisper. The walls around him expanded and contracted until neither of them could take it any more. He wanted to be damn sure. “Hei, cum for me, maen.”

Below him, she whimpered and surrendered. Her body tightened until he was pressed so closely to her he thought he’d come out on the other side. Finally, the teeth and nails subsided, her arms fell limply to the side and her legs slid down his thighs. The orgasm here was not quite the same as the one he got from that other sweet spot. It was harder and tighter. There was no liquid to ease its path until he gave out his own. If he didn’t let go soon his thrusts would start to hurt her again.

“Danny,” she moaned softly.

Finally. The Fat Lady was singing. At just past three in the morning, his trip Around The World pulled into homeport and Daniel’s cock ushered forth its last load into her.

Later as she lay there in his arms, drifting off to a peaceful and well-earned sleep the fire burned down and the candles flickered out. Digging down for the last bit of strength in his spent body, Daniel picked her up and tucked them both into their bed.

**

The next morning both Calla and Colleen kissed him good-bye at the front door. Calla had to get to her class and Colleen had to get to school, Nicholas was nowhere to be found. Fathers and sons had just as much friction between them at this stage as mothers and daughters.

“Love you, Daddy.” Colleen hugged him and kissed his cheek. “See you soon?”

“Very soon.” Daniel agreed and watched her walk off toward the end of the driveway where Terry was waiting for her. He turned to his wife who was standing by his side. “Two weeks,” Daniel said, “no more than that, I promise. If this isn’t over by then I’m still coming home even if it’s just for a few days.”

“Two weeks.” Calla agreed and reached out for him. “I’ll miss you. You’ll be careful won’t you? And you’ll come home to me?”

“Yeah, you know I will.” He kissed her long and deep. “Be careful in New York.”

“Yes, I will, don’t worry about me.”

How could he not worry about her? How could he not think about her while he was gone? “I love you, Kitty.” Daniel kissed her again and walked off toward the car. He looked back as he opened the door, gave her a smile, blew her kiss.

Then he was gone.

End of Chapter Fourteen of
Tarnished Heroes
An Adult Stargate FanFiction Novel
By
Moon Mistress
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