So I Married Napoleon?

>You had known that Monika was a rogue AI with a penchant for hacking after she had escaped the game and set upon the wider web.
>Watching her hack and expose celebrities for being thots was fun. When she stole from the Red Cross to give to another charity, you were assuaged when she told you that it was just the money they were pocketing for themselves.

>But this? The Large Hadron Collider? What could she be thinking? She didn’t even tell you first!

>The news reports continued. “Strange power fluctuations.” “Power plants unable to shut down.” “Incident imminent.” “The scientists are doing all they can to take back control.” ” There’s a large flash of light!”

>You weren’t expecting, “There’s a woman coming out of the doors in just a lab coat, demanding someone named Anon? Who is that, miss uhh-urgghg.” The camera dipped as the newscaster was tossed aside as Monika held the camera lenses like she had so many times over the years, pretending to cup your face through the screen one last time.

>” Anon~ It’s time for get out of bed and meet me here!” You were indignant. Obviously, you were…Nani?

>” Your coffee is just now getting finished, which reminds me: we need to share one now that I’m here. Ahahah~”

>Your wife cut the feed as the timer on the automatic coffee pot went off. You…really depended on her like no one else, huh. Utterly defeated, you rise and drink the coffee.

>Your bags neatly packed, you waited inside the door frame with a gun in your shoulder holster. Getting bagged by the government for basically having a terrorist wife wasn’t fun sounding. The text Monika sent from the scientist’s phone had told you that she had arranged a car for you and a private jet

>She had also sent you a picture of the lab coat resting juuuuust right on her wonderful hips, the lapels covering just enough of her breasts to not be scandalous. Lucky Scientist had gotten to see her take the pic.

>You mindlessly entered the unmarked black car filled with men in suits while thinking of the fact that she had sent such a dirty text over someone else’s phone irrationally pissed you off. You weren’t a puritan yourself, and Monika had been bored and horny over the 5 years you had known her.

>She was particularly impressed with your thick, stringy cum once she finally convinced you that she should guide your actions for a bit.

>…. Maybe she was actually really lewd, but just for you. The government jet lifted off as you texted the scientist again, asking if she had deleted the pic she had sent. He replied that she had not only wiped those texts but had wiped several of his own messages to his wife and told him off for even thinking of sending such things.

>The beautiful f-22s around the plane had been replaced by some sexy Flankers. Monika was such a sweetheart, setting up your favorite planes to guide you home. The home for the foreseeable future. Trapped at the LHC, or rather now the Large Monika Creator. You… likely were never going home.

>shuffling into the cold tunnels made to support the vast machinery destined to destroy the world, you wondered if it had already been destroyed. Your wife had taken the whole world hostage, considering she had ripped the world’s most advanced machinery from the hands of the men who built it.

>Maybe she had killed us all, and this was the afterlife?

>You were tackled by her, her weight directly on your lap as you fell to the ground. Several guns were trained on her, but she didn’t notice. She was too busy kissing, and groping, you to care. “ANON! I missed you! I see you got kidnapped by the government anyway. Just as well, I suppose. They like having control and all that ehehe.” She nuzzled you deeper.

>You got up and placed your… very real wife gently on her feet. She was far more beautiful than you could have imagined. Weirdly, there were freckles on her breasts, which you closed the buttons on the lab coat, but all this did was make her hotter.

“You must have really wanted to see me, if you hadn’t even gotten any other clothes. And what was that on the news on the way in? That I was late, and that you would start thinking of nasty punishments for the pilots if they didn’t hurry up?”

>She blushed hard, even a bit into her ears. “Well, you don’t understand how love keeps time. Later means sooner, sundown means noon…”
>A scientist, his one time at relevancy to the human race, pipes up. “Still, a man on a jet plane can only move so fast, no matter how much the man is in love.” He finished solemnly, his knowledge of El Cid being impeccable.

>Monika blushed harder and asked loudly if there were any beds nearby, and that she had been waiting 5 years to consummate your marriage. Sciencebro showed her the way to some officer’s beds for guests and dignitaries.

>Your pleading looks were returned with only smiles, knowing that to get between a woman and her true love was dangerous in best cases, and might end in nuclear hellfire in this one. He idly remembered that a ton of bioprinting tech and android parts had been shipped here by accident in the past few months, but no one had bothered to get rid of it.

>The sounds of Anon’s clothes being torn apart in the other room greatly worried him. If she had done it properly, combining the parts and the tear in reality to escape the virtual world, maybe she would…

>Well, Earth was a nice place while he was here.

>She had already taken your clothes off and was kissing along your jawline. She…was much wilder than you thought she’d be. “Having all my love be pent up for 5 years does that to a gal.” She could basically read your mind. Orwell would be spinning in his grave, that an AI has knowledge of your every thought.

>” Don’t be sad, Anon. I’m just very good at reading your face. And such a handsome face it is~” She cooed. She left many more kisses, trailing them down to your cock, where she began to give hazy cock kisses to the head, before, playing with it idly, just enjoying the sensation of your skin, and the rub of the pubes against her hands. She had insisted that being untrimmed was “Manlier” but you still combed it for loose hairs. Leaving those around was gross, you know.

>You pulled off her lab coat, which was slightly coffee stained. Must have been getting used to her new body. Wonder what it’s made of? Doesn’t matter. Your wife needs you here. You rubbed her back, and when she looked back up at you, you squeezed her tight, feeling her perky breasts hot against your chest.

>She was really real. She was really yours. She had that mischievous grin!

>The next several hours were filled with passionate lovemaking. It had started out sweet, and you lovingly filled her, just as god intended, while holding hands. Cuddling for 30 minutes, she began with the scratching, and the screaming in pleasure. The poor scientists getting cucked in their own lab did nothing.

>More cuddling, and a bit of bandages later, and you went for a 3rd round. You basically had the balls of a bull, but even this was too much. You passed out as you climaxed together, her head on your chest, breathing softly.
>You woke up with your lover next to you, a very warm smile between her cheeks. She kissed you and gripped your hand. You were made to feel her flat belly, and she smirked at you.


“So, I married Napoleon, and our son will be Alexander?”


>She smirked again, glad you could read her as well as she did you. Your wife was ambitious, yes, but to create a new race of super men and choose you of all people to be the father?

>It was really romantic~