Stargate SG-1: Teal'c's Growing Pains Part 1
By Imorol
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for adult entertainment purposes.
Now, to the story...
The lights were off in the small private quarters. It was dark despite the efforts of the numerous candles scattered about. Seated cross-legged on the floor was the Jaffa warrior, Teal'c. Back straight, forearms resting on his knees, the bald-headed being's eyes were closed, his breathing slow and steady. A part of every Jaffa's daily routine, Teal'c was performing kelno'reem. A very deep state of meditation, kelno'reem was akin to sleep for the alien race, a time for their implanted symbiote to repair any health issues ailing the host. But something was wrong.
Usually achieving a state of complete serenity and balance, muscles twitched under the surface of the brown skinned face. A grimace took over the normally straight line of his mouth, a frown creasing his features. With a grunt of frustration, Teal'c eyes opened, his posture relaxing only slightly. Uncrossing his legs, he stood and began extinguishing the candles. Inside his green pants a large erection was bothersome as he moved around the small quarters.
For several days now he had failed to achieve the deep levels of kelno'reem required. Within his stomach pouch, his larval Goa'uld was unsettled. Although it still provided the adopted function of his immune system, it was not functioning as it should. Teal'c knew what the seat of the problem was but was unsure of how best to deal with it. Deep in the secure levels of Stargate Command, there was only one person who could possibly aid him.
'Have a good evening, doctor,' a nurse called as she exited the doorway. 'Oh, hello, sir,' the nurse said, passing the imposing alien warrior outside the infirmary. 'If you're looking for Dr Fraiser, she's the last one on duty tonight.' Teal'c nodded his appreciation and stepped into the sickbay.
Dr Janet Fraiser was currently sorting through various bottles and phials of medication stored in a glass-fronted cabinet. Wearing a regulation Air Force uniform, she wore a light blue blouse covering her feminine bust, a dark blue inverted-V tie tab secure under the collar. The dark blue skirt was knee length, tight over her rounded bum and shapely thighs. The requisite pantyhose encased her legs, and black dress shoes shod her feet. A white lab coat completed the doctor's clothing.
'Teal'c? Is everything alright? We don't normally see you in here,' the doctor enquired upon noticing the visitor. The Jaffa only came to the infirmary for regulation post off-world mission check-ups.
His symbiote should keep him hale and hearty
, she thought. Closing the cabinet, she looked the man over but saw no obvious signs of distress. Studiously she tried to ignore the lump bulging against the green BDU pants he wore.
'Dr Fraiser, I am in need of your assistance,' Teal'c said. 'It is a...delicate matter.' A flash of discomfort marred his laconic features.
'Of course,' the doctor immediately replied, concern writ on her pretty face at the unusual circumstances. 'Come with me,' she said, leading her patient to the rear-most examination table. Despite being the only ones present, she pulled the curtain, ensuring some privacy should anyone else enter the infirmary.
'So what's the problem, Teal'c?' she asked.
The towering man did not sit upon the table, preferring to remain standing. At the doctor's question, the alien unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his BDUs and dropped his pants, taking his underwear with them. Teal'c had disclosed his cock. He was well-hung, girthy, long and impressively erect. Despite its size the member was standing fully upright, slapping against his clothed belly in time with his strong pulse.
A difference in alien culture I suppose
, the doctor thought, taken slightly aback by the abrupt revelation. The brown penis was circumcised.
And yet some similarities remain. The result of a Jaffa ritual or initiation?
she pondered. Absentmindedly her small tongue ran across her pink lips.
'That's...rather impressive,' Janet said.
'Indeed,' Teal'c replied. 'Colonel O'Neill has said in the past that I am...blessed.'
Indeed
, Janet thought suppressing a cheeky grin. Eyes tracing the veins roping the shaft, she watched as the ebony rod continued to flex, the movement enticing to the woman.
It was not the first time that an airman had come to the doctor with a case of blue balls. Sometimes it had been a genuine medical complaint. Sometimes the airmen in question fancied their chances or had been put up to it by squad mates. Janet had helped some of the airmen in the past, when she was feeling frisky and was positive there would be no threat to her military career. More than a few lucky enlisted men and officers had been guided to climax with her gentle stroking touch.
Feeling the stirrings of arousal between her legs and ignoring the stiffening nipples under her uniform, Dr Fraiser tried to keep things professional, clinical.
'So how can I help you Teal'c? What's the medical issue?' With a struggle she managed to raise her gaze to meet that of her patient.
'Once every five years a Jaffa must go through priem'taur,' he said with a look of rare embarrassment. 'It is when the larval Goa'uld undergoes what you would call a growth spurt. As the prim'ta reaches a new stage of maturity, the Jaffa that carries it is driven to mate.' His expression turned stony as he continued. 'Those amongst the free Jaffa believe this effect is deliberate on the part of the Goa'uld: a method to ensure strong healthy Jaffa offspring to add to their armies and slave pools.'
'I see,' Dr Fraiser said.
What an abominable parasite species the Goa'uld truly are
. 'And now you're entering this priem'taur phase.' Teal'c gave an affirmative nod. 'And what happens if you don't mate?'
'The prim'ta will die. And then so will I,' came the stoic reply.
'Are all matings successful during this phase?' the doctor asked, trying to understand the parameters of the condition.
'They are not. But pregnancy is more likely to occur.'
'And what if the Jaffa is stationed away from females and unable to procreate?' As she talked, Janet couldn't stop her eyes from glancing down, watching as the warrior's personal staff continued bobbing about.
It looks so hard