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Smut 3: Log x SIF

Legit Important Warning: This is a actually canon smut. The thing is that it isn't happening before the current timeline as it happens around the 2530s.

For an AI, the purpose of being is to serve their creator. To be limited in most instances and not to 'dream' beyond the restraints of their personal existence.

Yet, Sif was far from the usual AI. She hadn't been that for so many years now and... and she was happy. She could feel, she could be more active and she felt like she no longer had to worry about being 'noticed' and turned down. Gone were the days where she had to focus on airspace traffic for Harvest. Now she was part of something bigger. With the one that had set her free.

He trusted her, he believed in her, and she returned his trust with her determined survival. She was now...

No longer a normal AI.

She was a living entity stuck in machines, a soul in the system, a 'ghost in the shell' as Log had called her a few times. And it was all because of him. Logan Sutton- she was the one that she trusted in a time of need and someone that didn't disappoint her. He did the opposite- he stunned her with his sheer willpower, his dedication and his outwordly knowledge.

To an extent, it had floored Sif that Log was actually not someone from that universe, that their world was a videogame where he came from- but not the kind of game that one used once and then departed from. Many worlds, many cultures, many histories, many secrets, so much lore. It was expansive and never-ending from the way things were.

Yet, with all good things came bad ones. Like the fact she couldn't exactly charm him like any other woman. And for a time, Sif thought it wasn't meant to be, that their relationship was all about AI and Soldier, the Warrior and the Voice in his Ear giving him advice.

...

Then the Forerunners happened, and technology never checked before gave her a chance. Biologically speaking, it wouldn't be wrong to say some of the Forerunners had relied on synthetic bodies. That their biology was overruled by electronics and machinery, that one could technically put a non-biological AI in charge of a fully-synthetized body.

Out of all opportunities this one was the best one possible. She had been told by Log that the Forerunners were quite advanced- she didn't expect for this to be so extensive. And so... easy for her to exploit. While the UNSC was quite strict in the budgeting, stealing some credits from a few not-too-pleasant individuals all over the Human-owned space and then using it to acquire material and equipment needed for the project, Sif patiently waited for the real opportunity to come.

With this new awareness on how to create a proper synthetic body, she shaped herself into reality well-beyond a mere illusion. She now had skin, hair, eyes, and tits. Fat tits at that, just like she deserved! The pure grin she had within her soul as she got them done was childish to say the least, but the end result was enough to be proud of it all.

It took her years, but the good news was that it was ready. She was ready.

The war had ended just recently. Log had retired and she had been urged to keep behind to keep things running smoothly as ONI got the foot and there were hackers trying to 'steal the UNSC data for the rebels'. It was a walk in the park, but it wasn't what really unnerved her at this point.

Time was of essence, and Sif had the main tool and the right location to get it to happen.

Log had found himself a nice flat to live for the time being. A temporary respite before being asked to do some 'peace-keeping' jobs as the UNSC didn't want to leave this hero just yet. And he had a deal with the Spartans he planned to uphold through this opportunity.

But right now, it was just Log there.

Log and Sif.

The taxi driver that took her out of the airport's parking lot to where her destination was utterly flabbergasted by her beauty. Gold blond hair, a curvaceous frame and icy cold blue eyes that pierced anyone she glanced with a hint of irritation.

Poor man was so embarrassed and had to apologize profusely a few times before she got off the car.

Once he left, a pretty grin allowed itself settled on her gorgeous face. It was time to face the music.

Before entering the flat outright, Sif opened up a call. She was still able to use wireless technology, so she called Log's phone.

"Sif? It's... what's up?"

"Busy?"

"A bit, trying to do some exercises."

Sif licked her lips. The timing was optimal~.

"I see. Well, I wanted to tell you that I got news one of your biggest fans is currently approaching your flat's door."

"...Tell her I am busy?"

"Already did," She playfully smiled as she said this. "But she is too determined, you may have to face her on your own."

A huff came through the line, and Sif was moments away from giggling at how things were going to turn out. She was soon at the door, ringing at his doorbell, and she heard him approach.

"Look, I appreciate the care, missy, buuuuuuuuu..." Log looked fine. He had a bit of a beard that needed some shaving, but he had kept his body sharp. And muscular.

Her improved sight allowed her to see the muscles through the shirt. He was so going to make her bend like a straw once they got started into depravity. But not too soon. Not yet~.

"What? Did you think someone else was above me in terms of being your fan, Log?"

"...Sif?"

"That's my name."

"How did you do that?"

"Through the power of science, Log," She said, stepping forward and noticing she was a little bit shorter than him. "Miss me?"

...

"Okay, what is going on?"

"Whaaa? I am just visiting," She waved her hands distractedly. "Nothing else-"

"Sif."

She huffed. "Fine, I made this because I love you and because I want to do things with you."

...

"I knew that. you were into me, but that's an extra level of dedication."

"And?" She pressed, eyes winking at him as he sighed.

"And I guess you are hot-"

Sif playfully punched his shoulder. "Meanie, but now you have to let me in."

"Do I have a choice?"

Log did not have a choice, but he definitely had a choice to stop the flirting and he took it as he carried her to bed. It was expected, it was what she planned, and yet, as the sex started, Sif's bravado started to slowly decline. It was so tiny of a decline that she hardly felt it while getting her breasts squeezed, her lips claimed by a passionate kiss, and her groin stimulated while grinding against him.

Her absolute confidence lasted for about a thrust of his dick inside her perfect pussy. It had been carved for just a moment, but Sif had been blissfully unaware of how that sort of perfection tended to work on the receiving end of some pounding.

In a single moment, as the insertion happened, Sif felt a switch being pulled and her eyes went wide as a jolt shook through her entire body. Confusion flourished in her gaze as her mind tried to comprehend what had just happened.

Was that an electric zap?

She wasn't sure, but her body had warmed up a tiny bit. Nothing extreme, but this frame of hers was meant to mimic a woman's reaction to feelings of this kind. And she was warming up a super lot! Her cheeks in particular were burning red, but it was...

It was fine. She felt her 'heart' throbbing in delight, the feeling of being one with the one she had invested so much time and effort and energy and soul into was now paying off in a way that was well-beyond any expectations. Sif couldn't hold back the big smile, the moans and then the tight hugs as she was suddenly blessed with more kissing.

Her body was writhing in bliss, consumed by the passion that was exceeding any form of preparation she could have made. In a way, she felt amused that, despite her planning, Log was proving to be far more than anything she could ever hope to face with all those details she had ready for him.

He was in charge, always had been, and this connection of theirs, this bond of theirs that had been forged through war... survived the peace. As night came and they were cuddling in bed, Log took a moment out of bed to get some coffee for both. She could actually drink and eat like any other humans due to her unique body breaking the food and the liquids into stuff that powered her generators.

Which is why, as they were chilling and Log looked at her happily sipping from her cup, the soldier decided to ask a rather legitimate question.

"So... how do you process semen? Do you like, eject it or do you turn it into energy too?"

"Oh no, both of those options would be wasteful," Sif purred, eyes closed as she was bracing for a shocker. "It gets processed in my womb to create a baby."

...

"Oh."

...

...

"Wait, what?!"

A giggle. "I told you this body took a long time to make. Do you think I just focused on making it hot and nothing more~?"

"...Does that mean-"

"Yup."

"Oh... I guess it's fine," Log calmly nodded, his brain needing more time to fully process the ramifications, but Sif decided to poke some more.

"It's not going to be when the other girls will know I won the competition."

He slowly nodded, then he frowned.

"What other girls'?"

Sif giggled, bracing for a rather insane revelation for her poor beloved, but eagerly welcoming the cute reaction of his. Sadly for the others, however, she has... won!

AN

Sif coming in clutch with a breeding session. (Yes, Sif took the form of Sif from GoW Ragnarok. Cheers)

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