Hotel Chaldea Ep. Leonardo da Vinci

Sometimes, people have something of a strange idea of artists. Like, some people think that a genius artist is some kinda alien that just doesn't quite function the way that normal people do, they don't see the world the way that others do and some even believe that sufficient talent blurs the lines from mundane to magical, divine even.

"But I think that's just a load of nonsense!"

It is not every day that you get to attend an interview with one of the greatest artists of all time. Especially considering your role. Every member of your department was in the building. The mark was visiting the Louvre, and that meant staging a spectacle to catch him. And who better to hold a spectacle in the Louvre than perhaps the most well known artist of all time.

A small crowd had gathered around the sitting artist, a woman as beautiful as they would come, wearing a heavy shift that concealed most of her body, bearing a remarkable similarity to the painting she sat in front of. Some would believe on sight that it was the very Mona Lisa herself, come to life. Some would flip to learn that the artist they were listening to was actually the one who painted the world's most famous portrait.

"And those who look down on any and all forms of art that don't fit in their nicely labeled boxes, oh let me tell you, I consider those the lowest of the low, the most worthless critics one can ever find! The elitist prudes that balk at the sight of a beautiful woman baring her skin, who demanded that the genitals of David be covered, who insisted that the nipples of Venus be smoothed out!"

People were murmuring, most were convinced and accepting of the candor and passion in Da Vinci's voice as she ranted against the critics that would heap praise upon her chaste works, and then decry her spicier work as the work of a hack, imitator or what have you, trying to smear her name.

"An artist should be free to draw whatever they want! They should be free to express what lies within their heart!" she gestured with her hand behind herself, where her easel sat, to the left of the portrait she had painted centuries ago.

It wasn't identical - details that had faded in the original were brought back to life, of course, but more importantly, the colors that had been washed out were once again vibrant... and Mona Lisa's dress and shawl were completely removed from the painting, revealing a ridiculously erotic black lace bra, which barely held in place the staggering boobage that the drawing presented.

With a small smile, Da Vinci turned to face the guests again. "Look at this work - what makes it less as art than the one behind it? Does it lack detail? Has it any less soul? No I tell you, not in the least! Nothing here, there is nothing, that makes one art, and the other less than art!" she said, standing up from her chair.

The people stepped back to give her space as she stepped forward.

"The human body itself, is a work of art!" she called, dropping her palette and brush, reaching with her hands to the center of her chest, and then pulling her shift apart, revealing that unlike the portrait she had drawn, she did not have a sexy and lewd bra underneath, rather, she wore nothing at all.

There were open mouths, gasps of surprise, but certainly, none turned away, none covered their eyes, all beheld the beauty of the human body, as a woman more beautiful than any they had ever seen struck a pose, portraying an artistic nude, a combination of naughty erotica and chaste purity, moving her right leg just over her crotch and covering her chest with her hands.

Then she spread her arms and legs, taking the pose of the Vitruvian Man.

"Observe!" she called. "Art and erotica, erotica and art, art is erotica, and erotica is art!" she said, "observe and enjoy, for I too, am the art that is meant to evoke feelings within, to provoke a response... I am art, and so are you... and we are to make art, to make erotica, together!"

That was your cue.

While waiting inside the crowd, you were preparing for your part in the piece. It was an important part, after all, and one that only you could take...

You saw Da Vinci's lips pull up into a smirk as her eyes narrowed into a half lidded, lustful stare. When you had approached her to draw out an art fanatic, you had expected her to paint you a piece that would go for auction, and which the art loving fanatic of Da Vinci would have to go after... but no, she had come up with an entirely different idea.

A very fun idea.

An art show... A very particular art show.

Da Vinci had agreed to help, but only if you helped her in turn, and what she wanted was to fulfill one of her fetishes... to be fucked in public, by a huge cock, right in front of her art, while making a point of it. Simple, straightforward, easy, and more importantly, would help create a distraction to isolate the target for your department's field operatives to capture him.

"I see! So you're coming first!" Da Vinci said, turning towards you, her pink tongue slipping out of her mouth as she wet her lips, they only had a coat of gloss that made them stand out. She raised her arms and opened her hands.

Then you stepped into her, and she embraced you. "This warmth, this heat, the beating of our hearts, the music, the imagery- soul to it all, there is art in everything we do!" she said, "but this is what I'd call a true masterpiece!"

She then grabbed at your crotch, and everyone's attention was drawn to your cock. Da Vinci wanted it big, big enough that it was at the edge of the rational, big enough that it had the people in the audience gasping as you reached full erection, and especially, when Da Vinci crouched down and grabbed at your pants, managing to get them down to your ankles in mere moments.

Her eyes widened and her smile grew a little more as your cock bounced almost like it was springing up, released from containment. It was bigger than her face, bigger around than her closed fist at its narrowest point, and even your balls were impressively huge.

"Why aren't you that big Harold?"

"Why aren't your tits as big as hers, Martha?"

The awkward pause was broken by giggles as the older couple broke the ice, and Da Vinci regained her momentum, smiling as she got back up and moved over to her chair, grabbing it by the backrest, turning it around and then leaning over it, exposing the voluptuous curves of her wonderfully sexy body, letting her breasts hang free, and arching her back so her butt stuck out at the same time.

Naturally, you knew how to follow up.

"Now come, I'll be your canvas, I can certainly use a creamy white coating to start off with~!"

Nodding, you followed the script, and then stepped out of your pants, heading up to her and lining your cock up with her pussy, pressing it against her flushed pink lips, which were already coated in her juices. Da Vinci was a perverted woman through and through, whatever she might've been in life, she embraced her identity as a complete slut in its entirety as a servant, and even as you just kissed her lower lips with your glans, she pushed back just enough for you to split her lips and start pressing against her love hole's entrance.

Grabbing her wide hips, wide enough that she'd make a wonderful mother, and feeling the impossible smoothness of her skin, relishing on a body designed by a masterful artist in the image of the most beautiful woman that artist had ever seen, before pushing in, feeling like you were sinking into a top class designer pussy right from the start.

And she only got even better the deeper you went.

Da Vinci liked them huge, and she had made her cunt to be able to handle the biggest of the big, her genius had created the ultimate in size queen technology. Her pussy didn't feel loose in the least, no, it was almost like it was tiny, yet at the same time, had almost liquid properties, melting and wrapping around your cock in a way that you expected only from shapeshifters.

You had no doubt, she had studied the pussies of the sexy women of Chaldea to create the masterpiece of cunts, using her ability to manipulate her body to create herself as the ultimate receptacle of huge cocks.

Whatever words she might've been saying degenerated into garbled nonsense, you had to focus and concentrate, losing yourself at any moment could result in instant orgasm, she was shaking and vibrating from her own excitement and her insides were like a raging and rampaging oceanic storm.

Pushing all the way in until you rested your crotch against her pussy and your hips and thighs against hers, it took everything you had just to stabilize, from pushing into a pussy made for the sole purpose of draining huge cocks of their sperm.

Drooling and struggling to hold onto the chair for support, Da Vinci's legs spread a little and she seemed to rely on you to support her as she breathed in and out, slowly regaining concentration.

"Ahh, I can't give the speech just fuck me!"

Nodding, you planted your feet, made sure you had a firm grip on her hips and then began to pull out, causing her voice to come out almost musically, and then accompanying it with percussion as you slammed all the way into her again, sinking in a cock so huge that it caused her stomach to deform a little as you pushed beyond the realms of logic and sense.

People didn't need to know you had just caused your cock to grow a little inside her, to get that perfect scream of pleasure that accompanied Da Vinci's mindshattering orgasm.

Her pussy was doing its damnedest to keep out, but when you reached beyond the realm of humanity and into the sizes that only monstrous ogres could boast, it became impossible for her to contain it anymore.

Da Vinci had mastered many forms of art in life, music was not one of them, but damn if she wasn't a great singer, at least when it came to wailing out a sexy little tune that was making her even more erotic.

With a particularly powerful thrust, you pushed her hard enough that she knocked the chair over, but before she could crash to the ground you grabbed her, crouching so you could grab at her legs and then pull her up, raising her and locking your arms behind the back of her head, your elbows hooking around the backs of her knees, so she was fully exposed.

She stuck her tongue out and brought both hands up to her face, making twin Vs with her fingers.

"Observe and behold me as I become art, depicting the meaning of liiifeee~!"

Pushing up and into her, you buried your oversized cock into her cunt, truly making her day, a size queen wouldn't be satisfied until she was pushed beyond her limits, and she was even lewder than that besides, you explored every nook and cranny and stretched the folds of her pussy smooth, her muscles pulled taut as she experienced everything you could offer her.

Fucking her furiously from below in the full nelson position was by no means hard, she was a pretty light lady despite her voluptuous figure, and the far greater strain was simply how fantastic her body was, as you reached the limit of your endurance.

Everyone seemed to realize what was about to happen, and you saw that the audience was captivated, breath held...

And then you pushed all the way in, one final time, with a mighty and thundering slap of your hips and thighs hitting Da Vinci's lewd bubble butt as you plundered the depths of her giant-fucker cunt, cumming explosively, spraying white, thick, creamy and sticky cum deep inside her, and doing it at such a high volume and potency that it overwhelmed her cunt lips, exploding out from your union with her and going all over the place.

On top of that her own orgasm was immensely potent, as she screamed out and lost all control, spraying her cunt juices, you figured if servants could pee she'd probably have pissed herself too, her eyes rolled up, tongue lolled out and she almost went limp, for a good few seconds, as you filled her to capacity and then some.

It took a few moments to regain your senses, your lungs burned until you sucked air back in, and your sight focused again, on the crowd.

There - the gynoid who had personally assigned herself as your bodyguard was giving you a thumbs up, while the most effective field agent you had access to, the ever dutiful Okita, seemed to have remembered she was supposed to be doing a thing instead of just watching you fuck Da Vinci, grabbing the target and dragging him away while everyone was busy watching Da Vinci cum her brains out.

Now, some would wonder, why exactly had the operation been so lewd, when really, you could've just kidnapped the guy much more easily?

Da Vinci shuddered and rested her weight on you, even as her cunt was starting to work you over again, clearly wanting to prevent you from going soft.

She did promise that if you accepted doing it her way, instead of insisting on the simple plan, she'd paint you a nice full family portrait. It'd make a nice gift for Medea.

Da Vinci began to stir, and though the target was captured, the operation would only be over when she was thoroughly satisfied...