This had to stop.

It couldn't stop.

He didn't want it to stop.

His mind was his sanctum, the one place where he could freely think and do what he wanted and enjoy it, without guilt. It was just a bit of fooling around in his mind, no harm, no foul.

At least, that's what he tried to keep mindful of.

…especially as he pinned her down to the bed.

The Weapon lay under him, human and entirely nude, writhing, wriggling, and twitching as he massaged her comparatively tiny form.

His hand ran along the curves of her body, the plump of her rear, the swell of her breasts… touching and pawing each one.

He flicked her nipples, rubbing his thumb around in little circles on the nubs, watching as her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

She let out a moan as her hand moved, going down to her exposed cunt, and she began to rub at it.

"Please, John…" She mewled, twitching. "I need you…"

He looked at her dripping entrance, and readily obliged. He moved her legs, in such a way that they were hooked over his shoulders, as he prodded her entrance, rubbing up and down her moist slit.

She grabbed hold of his arms, and he slid in, the Weapon letting out a moan as his long length pushed into her.

The Weapon gasped, feeling stuffed full, and she moved slightly, like she was trying to adjust herself to make room. She only succeeded in brushing up against him more, allowing him to bottom out. "Oh…"

Unable to hold back, John began to move. Quick, fast, and hard.

The Weapon's eyes crossed as her back arced, and her exposed breasts jiggled as John's thunderous thrusts pounded her into the bed. "Oh fuck!" She cursed, moaning.

He shot forward, silencing her cries with his lips. She moaned into his mouth, her flexible body contorted as he continued thrusting into her tight, warm pussy.

Before long, it was all over.

John's thrusts began to speed up, becoming harder, more desperate, the aching for release spreading through his loins.

He reached the breaking point, and pushed all the way in, holding her down by her shoulders as he spilled his seed.

And, again, he woke up.

"Good dream?" The Weapon, the real one, inquired, oblivious to his situation.

"You could say so." John replied, shrugging as he got up. "…how'd you know?"

"Oh, that's easy." She boasted with a slight smile. "I've been monitoring your brain patterns while you're out. I can see the parts of your brain that light up during sleep."

"…you've been spying on me?" John questioned, stiffening in more ways than one.

"…I guess so," She frowned in confusion, "But I don't see what the big deal is. I just synched my neural patterns with yours while you entered REM sleep."

"…you can't… see what I'm dreaming about, can you?"

"Well, yes, I can." She admitted. "Why?"

Oh, Lord, kill him now.

"Chief, come on, I can see your heart rate spiking." She huffed. "You don't need to be embarrassed-It's not like we're having actual sex. All I did was mess with your perception."

John confusedly frowned, tensing slightly. "What on Earth? You're telling me you're responsible for all this? How?"

"Oh, Cortana left a data packet for me-" She began to explain, "How to pull it off, the correct scenarios to use it in, how to get the best reaction out of you, the areas on your body that you found most pleasurable, what not to do…"

John's jaw dropped in slowly-burgeoning horror, as the Weapon basically outlined how Cortana had left her a Kama Sutra tailored to him specifically.

These AI… they just loved getting kicks out of him.