Android's Dream

AN: To be clear, Sam doesn't do any sex stuff until she's 18.

"Sam, why haven't you talked about your parents at all?"

Sam closed herself off as soon as my question registered, her visor slid down over dimmed eyes while her constant smirk drew into a thin line. Since she didn't need to breathe or shift to stay comfortable, it was quite unnerving to see. Like the mischievous, way too clever for her own good, lively girl I'd spent every waking and unwaking moment of the past week with, had been replaced with a statue.

The silence stretched.

From down the hall, I heard the creaking of bedsprings and the squeaky little gasps Stella made when she was trying to be quiet. I simply sat on the bed with my legs crossed, waiting for Sam to respond.

—MY PARENTS AREN'T WORTH TALKING ABOUT—

I winced. She was back to the souless monotone and I didn't think it was just her fucking with me again.

"There has to be more to it for you to say that." Slowly, I rested my hand on her shoulder. "Listen, we both know I'm really bad at this kind of thing, and if you truly don't want to talk about it, I'll back off." It might just be wishful thinking, but I swear she relaxed a tiny bit.

I worked my jaw, certain there'd be a more elegant way to do this, it just wasn't jumping out to me. "After you first showed up…there were a whole lot of rumors flying around. About your dad being some military higher up or a politician, and that you embarrassed him at a fancy party…" I trailed off. Dammit, where was I even going with this?

The ivory plastic of her shoulders began to shift up and down as she shook. I braced myself for the angry tears to fall. "Pfft-hahaha!" Sam's visor flicked back up and folded away. "You're fucking terrible at this emotional support shit Mason!" The giggles continued as she fell against me. I rolled my eyes and held her close as the laughs blurred into sobs.

"Yeah…" I stroked her back and threaded my fingers through her silky hair as she cried. Thoughts on where exactly the water for her tears came from would have to wait for a better time.

After the tears stopped flowing she began to speak again, occasionally sniffling. "It's just so fucking stupid and stereotypical!" She laughed bitterly, continuing in a whiny baby voice. "Mommy runs off and Daddy's darling little princess loses his love and can't get it back. So she acts out for attention."

She took a few steadying breaths and wiped her face clear, then settled herself into my embrace. For probably the first time, neither of us made any moves that would lead to sex.

Sam laughed again. "But you have no context for any of that. I'm terrible at storytelling."

I hummed. "We've established that I'm no expert, so maybe just start at the beginning?" She mulled that over for a minute.

The smirk returned to her face. "Alright, if we're doing this, let's do it right." She crawled off of me and piled some pillows up so she could recline. "This'll be my therapy couch and you can sit in your chair." She pointed to an old armchair I had by the window.

Encouraged by the return of her playfulness, even if it was being ****, I followed her directions, sitting at just the right angle and holding the correct thoughtful pose. "You may begin when you feel ready, Miss Harwood." I said gruffly.

Sam took a deep breath with her hands folded on her belly. "My parents were classic highschool sweethearts, from what I pieced together. Got married the summer after graduation, had me a month later. Johnathan Harwood joined the Air **** while Diane stayed home with me, studying to become a nurse whenever she could." She smiled sadly up at me. "My first five years of life were stupidly happy. Awesome daycare and babysitters, cool dad who flew jets, caring mom ready to patch up my every booboo."

"Then, Dad came back early after a few months on deployment, to find mom pregnant. It should be a purely happy moment, right? Growing family, healthy, happy wife and daughter…but I saw in his eyes that he was suspicious when I told him I was gonna have a baby brother." She went silent for a moment, eyes clenched shut in memory.

I imagined it, Sam as a cheerful, rambunctious tomboy, running up to the father she rarely saw. Excitement poured off of her as she jumped up and down to get Daddy to pick her up… he'd tell me how big I'd gotten and smile when I announced that Mommy had a secret and I was gonna have a baby brother soon. The way Daddy's smile faded and his grip on me loosened…

"I'm gonna go have a talk with your mom, okay Sammie?"

The vision? Memory? Shattered to pieces and I shook my head to clear it. Seemingly no time had passed and Sam was opening her mouth to continue. I set this new discovery to the side for now. Really, what's another superpower to add to the list? I have a whole collection going!

Sam's voice shook with remembered anger, fear, and childlike betrayal that her parents weren't perfect, infallible protectors. "That was the first fight I saw happen. Mom managed to convince him he was just being paranoid and insecure, the math just barely lined up. When Aiden popped out looking just like mom with what looked like dad's blue eyes, he apologized again and swore to be better."

She was quiet again for a while. Then, she spoke slowly, almost thoughtfully. "I think something broke in my Dad when he got called home to find me sleeping at a friend's house. While I was in school one day, Mom vanished with Aiden, and left her nine year old daughter alone. Daddy didn't pick me up and call me princess, didn't hug me and say everything was all right, he never told me he loved me again. It took me years to figure out why." Her eyes were dim and cold.

Fuck. "Sam… I don't…" The fuck do you say to that? Is there even a right thing to say?

"I know what you're thinking, I should hate my mom. I don't, not anymore. She left me behind so I'll do the same." I hugged her crying face to my chest before I even realized I'd gotten up to kneel next to the bed. "I do hate my dad. I tried everything to make him love me again… I hate how much I still love him."

I half listened, half watched as Sam grew up to be the perfect daughter. Perfect grades and perfect behavior. She excelled in schoolwork, sports and joined the right clubs. Everything she did was rewarded with barely more than a stiff nod or a 'why didn't you do even better?' Until she started high school and her father was promoted to Colonel and reassigned to a new base in the southwestern desert.

"That's what I meant earlier by black ops guys. He worked at this Area 51 place that he wasn't allowed to talk about, except at these fancy parties we had to attend with the politicians and their families."

I squeezed her a little tighter as I recalled her reaction hours ago while we were coming up with theories on how magic could stay hidden. "You think the government knows about magic?"

"Yeah, they don't know very much though. One of the other kids managed to snatch a case file from his dad's office. It was titled Gomorrah Events and had all these references to old cities that had been burned to ash then erased from history."

"Like with nukes or regular firebombs?" I asked. "Was there a secret side to WWII?"

"No, way, way older. The stuff we found said that the air base itself was built on the ruins of a native city that had been burned to the bedrock nearly a thousand years ago. And they had a world map of dozens more. One was even out in the middle of the Atlantic." She waved her hands mysteriously.

What? "Seriously? You're saying the government believes in Atlantis? Wasn't that originally a metaphor or something Plato made up?"

She shrugged unrepentantly, her finger drawing some swirling design on my chest. "You'd know better than me. I thought it was a joke back then, so did everyone else the kid showed his file to. It might even be fake and I'm being paranoid. But when I tried to bring it up to my dad he got all intense and told me not to fall for obvious bullshit and asked me where I heard it." She chuckled darkly. "I told him and a week later Ryan was sent off to the east coast and his dad stepped down as senator. That did more to convince me there was something to it than any blurry pictures of burned foundations ever could."

"So the military is covering up magic?"

"Them and whoever's burning down cities. It fits with what little we know. Wizards like Zoey are hiding from them, probably in a self-policing way too." That made far too much sense.

I groaned in frustration. "Every time we answer one question, three more get asked." I gave Sam another squeeze as I shook my head to reset my thoughts. "Let's go back to you, how did things go with your dad?"

She sighed and continued explaining.

Younger Sam grew jaded and heartbroken when she began to realize her asshole of a father would never actually love her again, especially when she started failing classes and dropping out of sports. They had several screaming matches over her failing sophomore year badly enough to be held back, until Sam finally snapped.

"I realized that if he only paid any attention to me when I fucked up, I might as well enjoy it!" She grinned spitefully.

Sam started rebelling in earnest, going to any party that would let a minor in. Escalating as the years went on. She started fights at school and the fancy parties her father attended, experimented with **** and sex and petty vandalism.

"That first guy I sucked off I was intentionally trying to get us caught, but no one came across us and…" She shivered with a dreamy grin. "The look he gave me when I put his cock in my mouth was exhilarating. He was absolutely focused on what I was doing to him and nothing else." Her hand seemed to move on its own as it began stroking me to hardness. "When he poured his cum in my mouth, he also poured praise on me! I loved it!"

I watched her wriggle next to me, careful not to fall into another vision of her experiences. "So you discovered you have a praise kink?" I said dryly.

An ivory hand smacked my bicep and she stuck out her tongue at me. "And Exhibitionism!" She declared, before stroking me faster as she inched her way down my body, making sure to drag her nipples on my abs. "You have no stones to throw here, Mister! I know you like it when sciency women examine you!" She winked as she kissed the leaking tip of my dick.

In response, I used both hands to shove her head down and fill her throat while I gave a few quick thrusts into her smug face.

As my cum pumped into her, I had a wicked idea. "You're such a good girl, Sammie!" I exclaimed. Her eyes widened and she blushed dark blue, flailing her arms to stop me. "Who's a good little sex doll made for sucking my cock? You are—!"

—OKAY, OKAY! THAT'S ENOUGH—

I laughed as she wiggled her way out of my loose hold, grumbling and blushing as she lay next to me. The embarrassed smile refused to leave her face. I would have to remember this trick the next time she decided to tease me.

"Don't say a word!" She threatened, poking me in the stomach. I raised my hands in surrender and she lay her head back on my chest. "Moving on!"

It became something of an open secret at her school and among the younger event attendees that Samantha Harwood would blow almost anyone who asked nicely. Until this last spring, when she finally went too far.

She sneered. "Daddy dearest could tolerate me sucking dick and make excuses for me being a total slut with boys, but as soon as I help the senator's daughter find out she's a screamer— that's too far for his politician buddies! Not like half of them aren't constantly sucking each other off metaphorically while the other half also do it literally…"

When she perked up again, I couldn't help but to share her smile as she said, "Then he dumped me here with you! Bought me a place in an apartment and everything." Sam nuzzled into my neck as she whispered happily. "Best decision he ever made…"

I processed everything I had learned in the past hour as Sam kissed her way up to my lips. From Sam's screwed up childhood to the possible piece to the puzzle of what's really going on. The sodden pussy rubbing against my stomach was enough to detail my train of thought for now. So, I rolled us over without breaking the liplock, grabbing my android's flared hips and grinding the base of my cock into her clit.

We separated for me to breathe and say, "That may have been the best outcome, you finding your way into my life, but it came after a long chain of Johnathan Harwood being a total failure of a father." I braced my arms to either side as I looked down at her. "I'm sorry you lost your childhood to that."

"He wasn't always like that, he used to be a pretty good dad y'know?" She sniffled, smiling when I cupped her cheek.

"You deserved far more than that. He should have been the dad five-year old Sam thought he was."

We gazed into each other's eyes as I angled my hips to slide right inside her ready pussy, moaning together when I hilted in her with my pubic bone pressed on her clit. Unlike our usual frantic or playful fucking, this was a session of slow and gentle lovemaking, handholding and adoring eyes included.

For about five minutes, at least.

Sam giggled and hooked her ankles around my hips. "Remember last week, how I called you Master at first? I stopped saying it out loud because you didn't seem super comfortable with it." She bucked her hips and drew her nails down my back. "I still think of you as my Master before anything else." Her inner muscles vibrated and squeezed on my shaft with every word, making me groan. "Not just a boyfriend or fuck buddy. Not only the best friend I ever had or the guy I destroy in every video game we try. First and foremost, you're my Master~"

My dick hammered into her at a hip-clapping pace that shook the bed and jiggled her firm little tits. Her teasing smirk stayed in place for nearly three seconds before her glowing eyes rolled back and her jaw fell open in a drawn out moan. I hissed through my teeth as she clenched down randomly on my pulsing shaft filling her depths.

"Is that what you want me to be, Sam?" I huffed. "Your Master?" My cock didn't even have a chance to soften before I started pounding into my android once again. "Your Owner?"

"Yesss! I'm just a toy for you to shoot your cum in!"

"You were made for it, Sam! Even before you became mine alone." My hands pressed into the rubbery white plastic of her hips as I came. "Born to be my living sex toy."

"Yours! Only yours! Please Master, never throw me away…" Sam wailed as she trembled and went limp on the bed beneath me, legs falling to the side. "... don't get rid of me…" she murmured.

At that, I stopped and gently rolled us so she lay on top of me, blinking and blushing again when she noticed me smiling sadly at her. Her eyes were dazed and her mouth opened and closed a couple times until her well-fucked mind gave up on speaking.

"Never." I trailed my hand down her back, following the barely perceptible grooves of her spine down to her taut ass and back up. "You belong to me now Sam, and I'm never letting go of what's mine." I swore to her and something deep inside me crystallized as the words hung in the air. I welcomed the feeling, it felt right, words like those were meant to be kept.

Something Sam seemed to feel as well. She relaxed into me, sighing as she rubbed her smiling cheek on my pectorals. "I-i think I love you, Mason…" She sounded shocked and joyous at the realization.

I kissed her hair as she fell into a doze. "I love you too, Sam." Forever.