Back Rub

BY : Starbug
Category: 1 through F > Andromeda
Dragon prints: 4019
Disclaimer: I do not own Andromeda, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Dylan found himself re-reading the same sentence for the tenth time, and put the flexi down on his office desk, “How did I get the idea into my head that I was qualified to re-start the Commonwealth?”

Rommie looked at him from across the desk, “Who says you are not? Ok, so you’re not a politician or a diplomat, but you would never have made captain if the High Guard didthinthink that you could handle any situation you ended up in. You need to relax.” Rommie stood and walk around behind Dylan.

“What are you doing?” He asked, confused.

Rommie started rubbing his neck, “You’re too tense. Just feel these knots! How are you meant to concentrate on anything when you’re so stressed?”

“That feels so good.” Dylan was surprised as to how gentle Rommie was, and how relaxed he was becoming.

Rommie stood back, “Take your clothes off.”

Dylan blinked, turning to face her, “Pardon?”

Rommie looked at him quite seriously, “Dylan, you need to relax, and although simply rubbing your shoulders may help a little, we need to do something about the rest of this tension that’s built up.”

Dylan raised and eyebrow, “Yes, but all my clothes?”

Rommie sighed, walked over to a side table, and gripping the tablecloth tightly, pulled it away, leaving the items on the table still standing.

Dylan whistled, “I’m impressed: where’d you learn to do that?”

Rommie smiled, holding the the tablecloth, “Tyr taught me. Now take your clothes off and lay on the desk.”

Dylan nervously took of his clothes, and then lay on his desk. Rommie put the tablecloth over his mid section, affording him some modesty, and started to gently yet firmly rub his shoulders and back.

“Oh, that feels really good. Did Tyr teach you this too?” Dylan sighed.

Rommie laughed, “No, I learnt this from Trance. You’d be amazed at how good she is with her hands: well, that’s what Beka told me.” Dylan was unable to respond: the tension in is body was drifting away. Rommie worked her way down his back to his waist, and then started up his legs from his feet, working them one at a time. She reached his upper thighs and stopped, “Ok, turn over.”

Dylan blinked, “Um, that may not be such a good idea.”

Rommie looked at him, “Why?”

“I, eh, my body, kind of reacted. Entirely on it’s own of course. But it’s kind of embarrassing.” Dylan blushed.

Rommie smiled, “Dylan, it’s not like I’ve never seen you undressed before, or even aroused. Just roll over.”

Dylan raised an eyebrow, but the completely serious and professional look on Rommie’s face won him over. As ordered, he rolled onto his back, his arousal plain to see. Rommie simply dropped the sheet back down, and then moved to Dylan’s head and neck, relaxing him to the point where he almost fell asleep. Rommie worked his upper arms, pulling them up above his head.

Dylan snapped awake as he felt the touch of cold metal on his wrists, and the unmistakable click of a pair of restraints locking shut, trapping his hands above his head. Rommie,ing ing too fast for him to react, vaulted over to the end of the desk and likewise secured his feet. He looked at her, “What the hell do you think your doing?”

Rommie smiled, climbing up onto the table, straddling Dylan’s chest, “Taking the initiative. I’ve waited for you to deal with your repressed emotions for to long: it’s time one of us did something.”

Dylan looked at her, “Rommie, whatever feelings I may or may not have for you, the regs are quite clear about relashipships between avatars and crewmembers.”

Rommie smiled, running a finger down the side of his face, “Poor Dylan: still clinging to the old rules. We are the High Guard, you and I: we can make our own rules.” She leaned forward, rubbing her crotch against his now painful erection, “Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop; no harm, no foul.” She pressed a finger to his lip to stop him, “But if you say no, you’ll never have this chance, ever again.”

Dylan looked up: the predatory smile on Rommie’s lips, coupled with her complete control of the situation, appealed to a part of him that really got to make any decisions. He nodded, “I want this. I want you.”

Rommie grinned, “Good.” She cupped his face with both hands and gave him the deepest, most erotic, kiss of his life.

Dylan smiled as she broke away, “Are you going to let me go now?”

Rommie shook her head, “No. I’ve read your file, your confidential file, the one even you’re not allowed to see. I know that you have a slight underling need to be controlled sexually, and I must say, it appeals to me: I’m defiantly the dominant type.”

Rommie leaned back and pulled the sheet away from Dylan, revelling his erection for all the world (well, anyone in the room) to see. She smiled, “10 & ½ inches: very impressive. Tyr may be bigger, but I’m not going to complain.”

Dylan looked at her, shocked, “You and Tyr?”

Rommie laughed, “In his dreams: after that incident at Cascada with Bobby Jensen, he claimed that I owed him one because he didn’t order me to destroy the Maru. Tyr may have a general distain for AI’s, but he still has needs, and thought that I would cater to them. Wrong.”

Dylan looked at her, “What did you do?”

Rommie smiled, “Let’s just say Tyr had to go to medical and explain to Trance why he had bite marks on a particularly delicate part of his anatomy.”

Dylan looked worried; “You’re not going to do that to me are you?”

Rommie grinned, “Only if you ask.”

Dylan shook his head; “Take it as read that I’m not going to, ok?”

Rommie smiled, shifting back so she was sat across Dylan’s thighs. She took his rigid cock in her hand, squeezing it tightly. Dylan gasped, making Rommie smile, “You like that, don’t you?”

Dylan nodded; his eyes going wide as Rommie moved down the desk and leaned over, taking the tip of his shaft into her mouth. Her lips formed an airtight seal around the head, and she started to suck, using her Android nature to keep it up much longer than any human could. Dylan’s eyes went wide with pleasure as her hand started to stroke his shaft. Her tongue licking his swollen glands. Her head dipped lower, swallowing him inch by inch, until he felt the back of her throat close around his cock. Rommie continued to suck, until Dylan’s entire length had disappeared between her lips.

Dylan couldn’t believe what was happening: A) no one had ever done this to him, not even Molly, and she had been a real slut. B) Rommie always seemed so prim, so proper; it was hard to believe she was sucking his dick like a pro. Her hand moved round to cup his balls as her tongue ran over his sensitive flesh. Her head bobbed up and down, her hair falling over her face as she worked his length.

Rommie suddenly stopped, lifting her head, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to Dylan’s rigid pole. She smiled, “If you think I’m letting you have all the fun, you’re very much mistaken.” She reached up and started to undo her top, one button at a time. He full breasts strained at the thin lacy material of her bra, her hard nipples poking though. Dylan looked on, transfixed, as she undid the clasp and the black lace garment fell to the floor, her perfect tits pointing out at him. Rommie undid the belt of her skirt, and Dylan gasped when he saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She saw his reaction; “It makes it easier for me to play with myself when I have a spare five minuets. Now hold still.”

Dylan held his breath as Rommie lifted herself up, and positioned her wet slit above his rigid manhood. She slowly lowered herself, the head of his cock parting her puffy nether lips, seeking out her center. He gasped when he felt how hot and incredibly tight she was. Rommie moaned, “You have no idea how long I have wanted this!"

“What the hell?” Dylan was shocked when he met resistance.

Rommie giggled, “Oh yes, two things I should have told you: 1) I’m a virgin, and 2) Harper’s a perfectionist.” She gasped as she slipped lower, Dylan’s cock rupturing her artificial hymen. She sank down until her crotch met Dylan’s, his manhood filling her tight box. Rommie just sat there, her head back, face to the ceiling, savouring the feeling of fullness. She tentatively shifted her hips, a jolt of pain and pleasure shooting through her body. She sighed, “God this feels good!”

In an attempt to get some control back, Dylan raised his hips, and then dropped them back down. Rommie moaned as she felt his rigged cock shift within her, and she quickly started to move up and down, building up the pace as she went. Dylan found it hard to keep himself from going over edg edge, Rommie’s tight cunt holding his dick, her breasts bouncing up and down, almost hypnotising him. He kept up his thrusts, matching Rommie’s rhythm, completely lost in the moment.

Rommie felt the touch of her main AI on the edge of her mind. She smiled as she lowered the mental barrier that kept her out, and shared her feelings with the other two aspects of her personality, drawing them in.


Two decks down, Beka blinked as Andromeda’s holographic form suddenly stopped mid-sentence, then exploded into a million pixels.


In Command, Tyr stared at the suddenly blank screen as the weapons drill he was running suddenly cut out, Andromeda’s face disappearing from the main screen.


Rommie felt a sudden rush as the main AI merged with her much smaller neural net. Her tempo increased as she raced towards her climax. Dylan almost screamed as Rommie sped up: it felt like she was almost ripping his dick from his body. She was moving so much they he was going from filling her completely, to having only his cock-head between her lips, and back again so fast that it almost burned. Still Rommie went faster and faster.

With a grunt, Dylan reached the point of no return, and emptied his load into Rommie’s waiting pussy. This seemed to send Rommie over the edge, and she to climaxed, sending waves of pleasure across the entire ship. “DYLAN!” Rommie screamed at the top of her voice, her muscles clamping down on him, milking every last drop from his manhood as the entire room shuddered.


Beka ducked as light fittings exploded in a shower of sparks.


Trance found herself soaked to the skin as the Hydroponics bay sprinkler system suddenly came on. She looked up towards the ceiling, and a knowing smile crept across her face.


Harper floated in midair when the AG field for his machine shop suddenly cut out.


Tyr got a nosebleed when the door in front of him failed to open automatically.


Spent, Rommie collapsed onto Dylan, her face resting on his shoulder. She was breathing heavily, a reflex programmed into her by Harper. She slowly propped herself up on her elbows, “Well I don’t know about you, but that was good for me.”

Dylan was panting, “That was amazing. It felt like the room span.”

“It did. You should be proud Dylan: very few men can say they’ve given a heavy cruiser an orgasm.” Rommie giggled, Andromeda’s holographic form appearing next to the desk.

Dylan looked at the two of them, “So that was all three of you?”

“This is something the two of us have wanted for a long time.” The hologram nodded.

“So how’s this relationship going to work?” Dylan sighed.

Rommie reached down, realising his hands, “Simple: on duty, you’re in charge, no questions asked. We will do what ever you tell us, just as before.” She lay down next to him, pulling the sheet over them, “Off duty? We’ll see howgoesgoes. That is, if you still want us?”

Dylan leaned over onto his side, “Believe me, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”

Rommie smiled, reaching up to kiss him, “Good.”

Dylan looked at the restraints Rommie had used on him, “Theses aren’t from the brig. Where did you get them?”

Rommie snuggled up next to him, “El Dorado Drift. You sent Beka and me there for some supplies a few weeks back. I found a little shop, back away from the main shopping precinct that had an amazing selection of, shall we say ‘equipment’. I used some of my back pay to get a few bits and pieces.”

Dylan smiled, “Thank the Devine that the High Guard decided that AI’s deserved pay. What else did you get?”

Rommie traced a finger along his chest, “Come to my quarters later and I’ll show you...”

The End

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