By Osiris

NC17 for sex and probable swearing.

Part 2 in Harper and Rommie's erotic adventures in Cyberspace

Rommie and Harper's erotic odyssey through twentieth century television continues.

Okay, Michael Shanks plays a character in both series, but in this they don't look exactly alike. It avoids the "Hey, he looks just like Gabriel!" Comments, and I want to avoid the Angst bit. This is just plain hot'n'heavy stuff.

Disclaimer: I don't own Andromeda, Rommie, Harper, or anything associated with them. They are strictly the property of Tribune. Stargate and the events and characters associated with it belong to Showtime Entertainment

Warning: This story contains detailed sexual references, descriptions, and acts between consenting adults and computer programs

Timing: Mid season four or five for SG1 (Post Sha're (Too much angst if she's still around, or only just dead)), and anytime in late season one of Drom (Pre The Widening Gyre)

Keywords: Crossover (Stargate SG-1), Orgy (Rommie/Harper/Carter/Jackson), Multi pairings (Harper/Carter) (Rommie/Daniel) (Rommie/Harper)

Feedback: Yes, please. It makes me write faster.
 
 
 
 

"So, you've decided to actually use this thing for what it's designed for, have you?" Harper asked as he delicately inserted the plug on his lead into the socket next to his bed. After his last experience, he had decided it might be a good idea, at least from a laundry point of view, to do these games in his own quarters, in the nude. The only person who would be able to see him would be Rommie, and she had seen him naked, and more, before.

Rommie sighed. "Harper, this isn't what it's designed for."

Harper grinned evilly. "Doesn't make it any less fun, though, does it."

Rommie cocked her head to the side. "True."

"Any hints about where we're going?"

"Hey, it's a surprise!"

"Hmm." Harper pursed his lips, trying to think of what kind of program Rommie could have in store for them. He remembered her saying something on their last 'game', nearly two weeks ago. He'd been a bit, well, a lot distracted at the time. His memory had also kind of marked that part of the conversation as unimportant relative to the rest of the experience. Of course, few conversations really fit into the same bracket as screwing Rommie and Ezri Dax. That sort of experience tended to make events around it blur.

Harper gently slid the jack into his port, then he felt the kind of numbness of stepping into the system. A few heartbeats later, feeling returned to his hands and feet, or seemed to. Really it was just data from his port being fed straight into his brain. His arms and legs, and everything else, for that matter, had had their nerve connections temporarily severed to avoid contrary impulses.

He opened his eyes and found himself in a long, dull, grey corridor. There was no-one else around. The corridor was poured concrete, with the occasional metal door spaced along the wall. Most of the doors had large numbers or letters stencilled on them. For the most part they looked like acronyms in English. Whilst English wasn't really a commonly spoken language any more, it was quite similar to Common, which was a kind of composite or evolved version of the language, with highlights from a few others. Harper's obsession with old Earth entertainment's had given him enough of a grounding in the language to get by in these scenarios.

Looking down, he found himself in a green khaki uniform and combat boots. There was a large badge on his left arm which looked kind of like a stylised version of an inverted V. He had a belt around his waist with a gun holster attached to it. It was no gauss pistol, but it was still an impressive piece of weaponry.

There was a disturbance in the air beside him, and then he saw Rommie appear, wearing a uniform similar to his.

"Anytime now you can tell me where we are."

"Stargate command."

"And this is in what show?"

"Stargate, of course. I mentioned it last time we were in the system."

"And...?"

"And we're going on a mission."

"More information, please?"

"It'll just spoil it for you."

"And why do I get a bad feeling about this?"

Rommie gave him a grin. "I have no idea..."

She turned and led him down the corridor until they reached a room with SR-07 stencilled on the door. Rommie reached into her pocket and pulled out a swipe card, ran it through the reader, then opened the door. Inside was a room with a neat series of packs and guns on tables. "This is the mission supply room. Everything the supply staff think we need has been laid out here."

Harper looked at the near two dozen packs. "And which is mine?"

"The one labelled Seamus Harper."

Rommie walked over to the nearest pack and read the tag tied to the strap, then went on to the next one. Harper went to the opposite end and started doing the same. "And yours is labelled what?"

"Rommie of course."

"You realise it would make it far easier if you had entered your name as your full designation. We could just look for the pack with the foot long tag." He scanned the tag on the next pack and gave a triumphant cry. "A-ha!" Slipping his arms under the straps, he lifted and nearly fell flat on his face. "Jesus! What the hell have they put in here?"

Rommie snorted at the sight of him staggering around under the weight. "So you know, here you are Captain Seamus Harper, a specialist in xenotechnology, a kind of fix-it man for alien stuff that the teams find. I am Major Rommie, atta-"

"Just Major Rommie? And why do you outrank me?"

"Attached from the Special forces division of Stargate Command." She continued, ignoring him. "Basically, I'm the muscle. We're normally members of SG-9, but two of our members were borrowed for a special briefing seminar at Area 51. We're the only two remaining members on base, so we've been combined with the two remaining members of SG1 for a research and recovery mission on a deserted world."

"Who are we with?"

"We're working with Doctor Jackson, a civilian linguist and sociologist attached to the SGC. He's there as a translator and archaeologist, among other things. The other person is Major Samantha Carter. She's in charge as she is more senior and is second in command of the most experienced team. In addition to being a very experienced pilot, she is a highly capable physicist and a specialist in advanced technologies."

"Anything else I need to know?"

"Well, the mission should be fairly routine. I asked the computer for no aliens assault troops, or armies, or weird malfunctions."

Harper was watching her face when she said this, and would have felt a great deal better if he hadn't thought he saw a twinkle in her eyes. Rommie effortlessly hefted the bag onto her back, then slung her rifle over her shoulder and held it crossways across her chest. Harper grabbed the rifle laid out next to his kit and followed suit, then followed as Rommie led him out of the room and down a maze of corridors. En route, they occasionally passed men and women in a variety of uniforms, ranging from the kind of khaki's they wore, to camouflage, to lab coats.

Eventually they reached a large door, guarded by two armed soldiers. Rommie pulled out the card again and slid it through the slot by the door. There was a beep, then the huge metal doors slid open, revealing a large room with nearly a dozen people in. At the centre of the room was a huge stone ring with a ramp leading up to it. A large window took up much of the back wall, and behind it people were bustling around.

In front of the ramp stood a fairly tall blond man, with a shapeless hat on, and a blond woman in a cap. Next to them stood a kind of six wheeled carrier, with FRED stencilled on the side. It was loaded with boxes, which had been strapped down to it. The woman glanced up from where she was adjusting how her rifle hung on her shoulder. "Major. Captain." She greeted them with a nod.

Harper actually sketched a salute, and Rommie nodded.

"Clear the gate room." Came the voice from the loud speaker. A siren began to sound, and the doors slowly creaked shut. The window behind was covered when a large metal shield lowered down in front of it. There was a loud clank, then the inner ring of the Stargate began to spin. There was a loud thud as each chevron was locked into place, and the booming voice from the speakers echoed around, announcing the successful encoding of each chevron.

"Chevron 7 encoded." Announced the voice, and then with a whirr, the event horizon formed, blasting out a pulse of energy, then collapsing back and forming a shimmering pool of light. "Connection to MALP established." Came the voice. "Weather is stable and temperate, all conditions within safety levels. Mission is cleared to proceed."

Sam and Daniel began to troop up the ramp, with the FRED carrier on their heels. Rommie gestured for Harper to follow, then stepped through the event horizon. Harper paused on the verge, gulped, then closed his eyes and stepped forwards. Immediately he felt a chill on his face, and opened his eyes. In front of him was a starscape, then, with a tremendous burst of apparent acceleration that he couldn't feel, the stars rushed forwards. He found himself flying through a blur of white streaks, then he was dazzled by a brilliant pulse of light.

Harper staggered forwards as he exited the gate, blinking to clear his eyes and feeling a chill cover his arms and legs. Letting the rifle rest against his chest, he rubbed his hands together to return circulation to them, whilst stamping his feet against the ground. Major Carter and Daniel had already stepped well clear of the gate. The area nearby was grassland. There were no trees visible, and few real landmarks, except for a few bunches of low hills. Carter reached into a pocket and pulled out a small electronic compass. It beeped, and she pointed to a series of low hills in the middle distance. "The structures that the probe discovered are that way. The earlier survey team left a beacon. It's about two miles away. Make sure you don't lose your compasses. There are no real landmarks on the planet. As far as our probes could see, there is nothing but grass for a thousand miles in every direction."

The team began to troop in the direction. Carter and Jackson took the lead, and Harper dropped back to talk with Rommie. "You didn't say there would be walking involved." Harper muttered.

Rommie rolled her eyes. "It isn't like you are actually doing any walking, Harper."

"It feels like I'm walking."

"You agreed to come."

"I didn't know it would involve lugging this much stuff this far."

Not long afterwards, they reached the top of the hill, and were looking down on a low, dome-like building. A few other bits of debris poked up through the grass around it. The entrance to the dome was marked by a group of dirt mounds from where the previous team had dug to get inside.

The four of them eased their way down into the shallowly sloped pit. The previous team had reported on how to open the large grey door which marked the entrance. Jackson reached out and pressed the large pad on the wall. There was a loud hiss, and the door slid upwards, and a series of dim lights sprung to life inside.

Sam and Rommie stepped inside, their guns held at the ready just in case. The room inside was like something from the Arabian nights. Silken hangings were draped from the ceiling, and there were piles of cushions scattered around. In the centre of the room was a huge pillar, covered with blinking lights. "Okay, people," Sam announced, "Search the room, find any writing, any decoration, any technology. Daniel, don't touch anything. That goes for you, too, Captain Harper. I've read some reports on your missions, and you are nearly as accident prone as Daniel."

Harper choked and glared at Rommie, who hid a grin as she started to check the wall. Daniel began to check the central column, and Harper wandered over to join him. The column was about two foot across, and was dotted with blinking lights. Harper stared at it for a minute, then sighed and sat down on a pile of cushions and opened his pack and started to pull out items. Opening a small box, he found a set of woodworking tools. He frowned at it. "This is a planet without any damn trees. Why have we been sent woodworking tools. No trees, no wood. It's a simple law. We don't need woodworking tools." He tossed them onto the floor. "I reckon I can halve the damn weight of this thing by getting rid of the stuff we'll never need." He announced.

Carter looked at him. "Are you gonna help search this room?"

"Hey, I can barely read English. I won't be much help in finding alien writing. My job is to work out how that pillar thing works when you tell me it's safe to open it up. Until then, it's Danny's job." He gave the Archaeologist a slap on the back. Jackson stumbled, his hand going up instinctively to stop himself from falling. As his hand hit the pillar, there was a loud whump, and all the lights blinked on. There was a brilliant flash, then a slowly expanding wall of light shot out in all directions from the pillar.

Harper felt a shudder run through his body, leaving a tingle behind. The tingle travelled down his limbs, down to his stomach, then pooling in his groin. He felt himself immediately grow hard.

"What the hell did you do?" Carter asked. Her breathing was now ragged, and her face was flushed.

Harper pointed to Daniel, as the archaeologist simultaneously pointed at him. "He did it." They chorused.

Rommie looked across at them. "Daniel triggered it when he touched the pillar. Daniel, does it say anything about what the device actually does?"

Daniel bent over to examine the pillar. Harper noticed the bulge that had formed at the archaeologists groin, visible even in the loose fatigues. "It's cuneiform. The wording is slightly unusual, but not a great challenge. It seems to be some kind of... pleasure machine. A kind of mechanical..." He blew at some dust. "I can't read that last word." Instinctively he reached out to scrape the dust away. As his hand touched he pillar again, there was another flash, and Harper saw the grimace on Daniel's face as he realised what he had done. A whine filled the room, but Harper could just make out Daniel's translation. "Aphrodisiac..."

This time the pulse was brighter and sustained, the room filling with white light for several seconds. Harper groaned as he felt even more blood rush to his groin. Seconds later he felt lips on his own, and a tongue forcing it's way into his mouth. The wavy blonde hair he could just make out meant it was Sam Carter. He didn't try to stop, and to be honest he doubted he could manage it anyhow. His hands moved, nearly of their own accord, to cup the Major's asscheeks through the heavy material of her uniform.

Looking over, he could see Rommie kissing Daniel out of the corner of his eye. The archaeologist had ended up sprawled on a divan with Rommie on top of him, her hands holding his face to hers as she plundered his mouth.

He moaned as Sam's hand cupped his balls through his pants, then her hands reached up, and in a flurry of buttons, she ripped Harper's shirt open. Her short nails scratched down his chest, then she pulled him into another bruising kiss. Harper shifted his weight and rolled over until he was on top, and Carter's back was to the soft rug on the floor, their lips not separating.

Harper straddled Carter, then sat back on his haunches and pulled his jacket free, throwing it out of the way. He quickly tore open Carter's top, exposing the black lace bra she wore underneath. Not exactly standard issue, but highly decorated officers on obscure projects were given a lot of leeway. Harper kneaded the mounds of flesh, then reached behind Carter's head with one hand and pulled her into a kiss as his other hand continued to caress her breast.
 
 
 
 

Rommie continued to kiss Daniel, her hands holding his face in position. She unbuttoned her shirt, then threw it away. Underneath she had a basic, unadorned grey bra. With a quick tug, it too joined the shirt piled on the floor. The tanned skin of her breasts seemed to nearly glow in the room's light, the dark nipples standing erect.

Pulling Daniel up to a sitting position, Rommie guided the archaeologist's mouth to her nipple, and his lips fastened on enthusiastically to the sensitive bud. Rommie's back arched, and her eyes closed as she savoured the sensations. The pulse from the machine had left her nerves tingling, and her tits and groin felt so hot they could explode into flame. Her mouth opened as her breath began to come in ragged gasps.

With a quick shove, she pushed him back down on the divan, then ripped his shirt off. The undershirt followed, little more than a few ragged streamers of fabric by the time it landed. Lowering her head, she nipped and licked her way down the hot, sweaty flesh of his chest, until she reached his navel. Her tongue made a quick circuit around the sensitive flesh, and then she continued lower. Her hands quickly unbuttoned his pants, and Daniel arched his body to allow her to pull them down. A quick yank had dragged the military issue pants and the boxers underneath down to his knees.

Daniel groaned as he felt Rommie's breath on his erect cock, which bobbed less than an inch from her lips. Her tongue flicked out, gently stroking the head of his member for a few heartbeats, then pulling away. Her tongue touched the sensitive flesh again as she licked from it's base to it's tip, tasting the salty pre-cum, then her mouth enveloped the head.

Rommie relaxed her throat muscles and took most of the archaeologist's long penis into her mouth, her lips forming a seal around the thick cock as she began to suck. Daniel groaned loudly as her head started to bob up and down. Rommie rocked forwards, taking the cock as far back into her throat as she could, then she pulled back until only the head remained inside her mouth, her tongue making quick circuit's, occasionally crossing the sensitive glans.

Daniel's moans began to increase in speed, and Rommie picked up the pace of her bobbing, until she stopped with just the tip in her mouth. Her right hand wrapped around the penis, slick with her saliva, and began to move up and down rapidly. Rommie's tongue now circled the tip of Daniel's cock ceaselessly, and the taste of his pre-cum was thicker than ever.

Suddenly he groaned, and Rommie felt the blast of his semen hit the back of her throat. The salty taste of his cum filled her mouth, and she swallowed enthusiastically. A second pulse filled her mouth, then Rommie pulled her mouth clear. The third pulse splashed across Rommie's lips and cheek. Rommie grinned up at Daniel, white cum slowly dripping down her cheek and lips, then her mouth bobbed down and her tongue extended, cleaning the last traces of semen from his cock head.

Moving up his body, Rommie brought her face close to Daniel's, then one of her fingers ran across her semen drenched lips. Her white dripping digit then extended forwards and ran across Daniel's lips, then his mouth opened and he sucked the digit clean. His hand reached up and he pulled Rommie's face closer, his tongue running across her cheek and cleaning off his cum, then he kissed her deeply, and Rommie tasted the archaeologists cum mixed with his sweet saliva.
 
 
 
 

Harper heard Daniel's loud moans distantly, but he had other things on his mind. His fingers quickly undid the catch on the back of Carter's bra, then slid it off her arms. He kissed her lips, then began to kiss and nip his way along her jaw line, then down her neck.

Harper's teeth nipped hard into the nape of Sam's neck, and the Major groaned. Harper rolled Carter over, then pulled her up against his body, kissing the side of her neck as his hands roamed across her full breasts. Sam groaned loudly, and one of her hands reached behind her and undid the button on his pants. A loud zip filled the air as Carter undid the fly, then her hand slid inside and into his boxers, grasping his hard cock.

Harper groaned, and ground his hips forwards against her hand. In a flurry of khaki, two pairs of pants wound up on a well padded stool halfway across the room, joined a few seconds later by a pair of boxers and some black lace panties. Harper admired the view of Carter's muscular hindquarters as she knelt of all fours on the soft rug. The glistening lips of her vagina were just visible between her parted legs. Reaching behind her, Carter grabbed Harper by his throbbing cock and pulled him down to his knees, his cock against her ass.

Her buttocks ground backwards against Harper's erect penis, and he firmly grasped her hips, and positioned his cock at her tight entrance and gently slid into her. Carter moaned and pressed back hard against him, taking his cock as deeply into her tight cunt as she could. Harper began to move, his hips thrusting forwards at a steady pace. Carter picked up on the rhythm, her hips thrusting back as his thrusted forwards, allowing him to penetrate deeply into her.

Harper began to increase the pace, and Carter matched him, her hips thrusting backwards even harder and faster. Within moments, Harper was pounding into Carter as hard and as fast as he could, and she was meeting him stroke for stroke, his balls swinging and thumping hard into Carter's clit with every thrust. Suddenly Carter's back arched, and Harper felt her already tight cunt contract around his throbbing cock. He felt Carter's muscular body tremble as she came, and the contractions that pulsed through her forced Harper over the edge. He forced his hips forwards, pushing his cock as deeply into the warmth as he could, and then he felt himself explode.

Carter moaned loudly as she felt warm semen flood her cunt, and as Harper's large cock was forced even deeper into her, she felt herself begin to cum again.
 
 
 
 

Rommie heard the moans from Harper and Carter and smiled, then lowered her mouth down to Daniel's now flaccid cock. A few moments of licking and sucking soon had him as hard as a rock again.

Watching the throbbing erection, glistening with her spit, Rommie stood and slid out of her pants and panties, then straddled Daniel, her dripping slit only an inch or so above the cock. Slowly she lowered herself until the tip of the cock slid into her. She gently pulsed the muscles of her cunt around the damp tip for a few seconds, then, without warning, she slammed down on it hard, forcing the penis deep inside her. She moaned loudly, and heard Daniel do the same.

Placing her hands on his hips to stop him from thrusting, Rommie began to slowly raise and lower herself on the cock. She watched his face as he began to pant. Rommie picked up the pace until she felt the tremors begin to run through Daniel's body, then she began to slow again. Every time Daniel approached the edge, Rommie slowed, until what, to Daniel, seemed hours later, she decided to let him cum.

Rommie began to pick up the pace, her hips grinding forwards and down, then up and back in a circle. Rommie felt her cunt begin to tighten around Daniel's cock, then she felt heat fill her as Daniel moaned and came inside her. She felt warmth fill her, then she shuddered and a groan escaped her lips.
 
 
 
 

Harper untangled himself from Carter, who had been laying gasping since the orgasm. Carefully he rolled her over, exposing the thin tuft of blond hair by Carter's slit, which glistened moistly. Whatever else, she was a natural blond.

Harper gently bent the Major's legs at the knees, then parted them, spreading the lips of her cunt. Lowering his mouth, he ran his tongue along her slit, then delved inside. Under his ministrations, Carter returned to the moment quickly, then grabbed his hair and pulled his mouth away.

Harper felt the Major's strong hands pull him away. Looking up, he saw her smile, then nod over his shoulder to where Rommie and Daniel were recovering from their last orgasm. Grabbing his arm, she pulled him to his feet and led him over. Together, they gently lifted Rommie off Daniel, and then helped Daniel to his feet.

Sam dropped to the floor, lying on her back. Bending her knees, she gestured for Daniel to take his place between them. Reaching down, she grasped his cock and massaged it hard again. Gently, Daniel slid into Carter's dripping cunt and began a slow rhythm, not to make her cum, but more to keep himself hard. Rommie lowered herself down, knees parted, beside Carter's stomach and facing Daniel. The archaeologist gently slid his fingers into Rommie's sopping slit, and the android began to grind her pelvis forwards against his hand as her lips met his, her tongue entering his mouth and exploring.

Carter reached out and grabbed Harper's cock, pulling him down until he was straddling her chest. Carefully Carter guided Harper's cock until it was between her breasts, then she pushed the mounds together. Getting the idea, Harper began to thrust slowly, and as his cock tip emerged from the fleshy tunnel, Carter's tongue licked the tip.

Harper and Daniel began to thrust harder, the archaeologist plunging deeply into Carter's vagina, whilst the Engineer felt her lips envelop his cock head at the end of each stroke. Rommie moaned into Daniel's mouth as her hands began to tweak and twist her clit while Daniel's fingers slid deeply into her cunt. Then, with a groan, Rommie came, fluid spurting out across Daniel's hand.

Daniel came next, his body bucking as he spurted inside his team mate. Carter's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeply into her. Her body arched, her cunt grinding hard against Daniel as her fluids spurted over his cock. Carter closed her eyes, her mouth opening as she gasped and came.

Finally, Harper came, his cock head extending out beyond the confines of Carter's tits. With a groan, a ribbon of semen arced out across Carter's face, spraying her chin, her lips, and into her open mouth. The taste of warm cum drew Carter back to the present, more or less, and her head tilted towards the cock, the second streamer going straight into her mouth. Before the third, Carter's mouth had sealed itself around Harper's cock, and she sucked hard, draining out the last drops of salty cum. Then, with a grin, she locked eyes with Harper and swallowed his juices.

Harper rolled off the Major, then lowered his mouth to hers. As he kissed her deeply, he could smell his own semen on her skin, and taste it in her mouth.

Collapsing on his back in exhaustion, he vaguely saw Rommie relax back onto the floor on the other side of the Major. Closing his eyes, he felt darkness overtake him.
 
 
 
 

Groaning, Harper woke up on his own bed. His bedcovers were soaked with sweat, and he could feel his limp penis lying on his stomach. Sighing, he licked his lips and tasted something salty. Reaching up, he ran a hand across his face. It came away with a thin coating of cum.

Raising his head, he looked down and saw a trail of white leading from near his cock, up his chest, and apparently as far as his mouth. Christ, he must have come hard. Letting his head relax back against the pillows, he sighed again as he pulled his cable out of his port. "Looks like shower time."

Suddenly he felt a tongue on his chest. Looking down, he saw Rommie, a drop of his cum on the tip of her nose as she looked up at him. "Not yet, I don't think." She said with a grin as she moved back and lowered her mouth down to his cock...
 

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