Hotel Chaldea Ep. Hokusai

Being called by the Master of Chaldea for any reason was always a different experience than the last. You really could never know what to expect. Sometimes you had to go on an emergency sortie because you were the guy who knew the right people in the right places, or rather, could find said people, and other times you were called in just to be asked what kind of curtains you preferred.

There was only one thing that was universally constant, and it was that not once had you been summoned by the Master of Chaldea and not caught her dressed provocatively, or not completely dressed.

Today was no different, and she received you in the rec room of this wing of Chaldea. Apparently, it'd once been a regular game room, with pool and such, but it'd eventually become a sort of Casino-like place, with tables of several different kinds of card games and a large roulette table.

It was very popular, and you could see many a person around, many of which didn't even use Chaldea's services as a hotel or its, ah, secondary services, they simply came for the Casino.

Unsurprisingly, as someone with that level of Charisma, the Master commanded the room, dominating it with her presence. She wore a cocktail dress in very dark, almost black, blue, and a trail of simpering men followed behind her. You recognized several of them powerful, and married, politicians.

You also at this point could somewhat understand the Master's moods and fancy, and knew that she held little interest in the men behind her.

Instead, she noticed you and, with a warm smile, approached you, swaying her hips as she walked. "Ah, there you are, mister intern," she said, giving you a faint smile. "You've been requested. I'd invite you for a drink to celebrate, but I find myself busy," she said, then she winked.

She didn't drink. Always claimed she was 'too young', but you wouldn't begrudge her lying about her age, considering how she kept her identity hidden in general.

"I've been requested?" you asked, as your brain caught up with that. "But, ah, I- I don't- I don't understand, what's going on?"

"As I said, you've been requested. One of the girls has requested your presence, to work for her as a model," she said, idly. "It appears she saw you in passing and was inspired to draw your portrait."

You shrugged. "I guess I can do that?"

Not the weirdest thing you'd done in the service of Chaldea, and, well, if you minded modeling at this point, you probably wouldn't be a good fit for this place.

"Good, great even," she said with a smile. She then looked around, looking a bit preoccupied for a second, before she waved her hand, and another woman, this one a very voluptuous blonde, with the most outrageous behind you'd noticed in quite some time, dressed in a very sexy bunny girl outfit approached.

"Ah, you called, Master?" the woman said, bright blue eyes looking at you. "Oh, hi, I think I've seen you around! My name is Bradamante, you must be the new intern!"

"Ah, yes, I- well, I'm not that new anymore," you said, a bit embarrassed by the attention, especially when you realized the men that trailed after the master were literally drooling at the sight of her.

"Bradamante, please escort him to Hokusai's room."

"But, my tables-"

The master shook her head. "It'll be dealt with. Just hurry," she said.

She looked at you. "Follow me, then - we'll have to be quick!"

You were, indeed, very quick. Your eyes were glued to her perfectly formed glutes, barely covered by her clothes, as she led you through Chaldea's labyrinthine halls to one of the areas you hadn't visited much - the craftsmen's corner. Chaldea also made high quality art pieces, of all kinds of disciplines, and you could find amazing musicians, painters and sculptors, down here.

Bradamante banged on an inkstained door, and it was quickly opened. A woman in a kimono, dark haired and looking a bit sleep deprived, opened it. "What is i- Oh!"

Her cheeks were dusted with pink, and you pretended not to notice that kimono was almost falling off of her, giving her a rather impressively alluring look, like that of a mature woman. You almost expected to see her with one of those long cigarette holders, puffing away.

But then, her face was almost the opposite of her sultry looking body and attire, looking instead like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Delivery from Master!" Bradamante said. "Sorry, I have to run, good luck to you both!"

You hated that she left but damn if it wasn't lovely to look at her walking from behind...

And you weren't the only one, given the sheer, intense focus that the girl who'd requested your presence had on Bradamante's overly perfect butt.

"Ah... you, uhm, Master said you needed a model?"

Was she drooling? She cleared her throat. "Ah, yes, I- er, well, I wanted to paint your nudes- I mean portrait, yes, portrait," she said, clearing her throat again. "I saw you walking the hallway, and I couldn't help but admire the shape of your cheeks and the curve of your-"

There was a moment of pause.

"Neck?" you suggested.

"Let's go with that," the woman agreed. "Come in, come on in," she said, smiling proudly as she lead you into her... rather dark and foreboding looking workshop.

There was a single light, almost like a spotlight, set against blank walls.

She gestured for you to get moving, and you did. There was also a provided basket nearby for you to deposit your clothes. How thoughtful.

"I'm surprised you asked for me," you said, as you began disrobing, your green and black standard issue shirt going first.

She grinned at you as she set about preparing her pallet, brushes and making sure the canvas was properly set. Was it canvas? You weren't sure, it looked like it at least, but something was just slightly off.

"Well, since I joined this here Chaldea," she began, "I've been surrounded by otherwordly beauts, you know, all the menfolk and womenfolk 'round these parts," she gestured wildly.

You could understand that. You, too, were sometimes shocked about how the most 'plain' looking woman in Chaldea would still be a strikingly beautiful woman outside. 

"It gets my creative juices flowing, whenever I'm presented with such inspiration!" she explained, grinning.

You chuckled. "Yeah, I can imagine it gets your juices flowing," you spoke, as you remembered her being transfixed by Bradamante's butt. 

"Can't deny I'm a lover of beauty in its many forms," the painter agreed. "Oh, by the by, you may call me by my pseudonym, you may call me Hokusai, or Oui, whichever you prefer," she said, as she finished checking your paints, as you finished pulling off your underwear. "Mmmmhm," she hummed, looking you up and down. "There is something to be said about the purity of a simple male form," she mused. "No exaggerations, no gross imperfections, no otherworldy excess... just a simple, unadulterated and enviable form."

"Thanks, I work out," you chuckled. 

Chaldea had long since beat any sort of self consciousness out of you. Having sex with beautiful women who were either really, really good at faking it, or actively enjoying their sex with you, would have that effect.

"Could you stand like this?" she struck a pose, giving you an example.

Nodding, you imitated her. The pose was obviously meant to show off your body; not in a particularly body-builder-esque way, but rather more of a strangely... subdued exposure. 

"Ah, I'll need you to do a bunch of poses for reference and so we can ensure that we have the best," she looked at her paints for a second, then back to you, "that we have the best looking, portrait!"

You nodded. She pulled out a book, with a bunch of different poses, and showed each to you. You adopted them as best you could, though a few of them were difficult to hold. Soon enough, however, you were starting to realize that each successive pose was... starting to get weirder and weirder.

Her cheeks were quite red, and she looked very enthusiastic as she gave you commands and orders, to tighten up your muscles, to clench, to relax, as she provided you props and stools to better and easier hold a pose, as she gave you props to hold...

As you raised your arms, one leg raised on a barstool, half leaning against a box, giving her a smile in the exact way that she asked you to... it was starting to get quite ridiculous, and she was starting to be quite unsubtle.

There was something strangely erotic, about all this. You'd remained perfectly flaccid, but the sight of her panting, breathing hard, as she observed the pose you struck from close up, as she kneeled in front of you, looking up at you from between your legs, just under your dangling junk...

Was it really a wonder, that the wonderfully lewd face that she made excited you? That the face of a woman who enjoyed what she saw so deeply, was such a huge turn on?

Being desired by someone agreeable to your tastes was a turn on, you had to admit.

"Ah, ah," her mouth was agape, as your cock began hardening, increasing in size. You'd already been at a bit of arousal for a while now, and the hot and wet breath that tickled your balls was doing the rest of the work, as she stared at you from way too close. "Amazin'!"

You chuckled.

"'Tis truly a magnificent rod!" she mused, her voice sounding strangely homely, like she was a lot more relaxed. "Too bad; this was not meant to be a lewd piece," she lamented. "We may not continue," she said, shaking her head, "with you in that state!"

You grinned down at her. "I've been doing my best, but I'll be honest, when I'm presented with such a strikingly beautiful painter, I'd have to be a statue to not react," you said. You understood, now, the sort of game she was playing. Well, if that was what she was after, you'd provide. Many of the girls of Chaldea had provided for you and played your games, it was only fair that you played theirs once in a while.

"Ababa," Oui babbled, then swallowed. "Y-yes, yes, that is but a fair trade!" she said. "After all, 'twas I who requested your assistance!"

"Perhaps, then, you could put those pretty lips of yours to practice, and calm down the raging fires of desire that dwell within?" 

Her eyes blazed with heat as she gulped, nodded, and locked them fiercely onto yours. You let your leg down from the awkward, slightly uncomfortable pose, to sit on the stool, leaning your back against the prop box that served as a stand in for a bar counter, and relaxed with your legs spread.

Without losing a moment, the painter, already on her knees, shuffled forward, one of her delicate hands on each of your thighs, as she stared with pervy fascination at your erect shaft, her eyes trailing every countour and every vein, every shape and every curve, and you could imagine she was commiting all of it to memory, crafting a painting in her mind.

One of her hands tentatively moved forward and it, almost daintily, wrapped around the base of your penis, holding it firmly in place. With an awkward, almost tentative, movement, she leaned forward and gave your glans a hurried lick, looking almost as if she expected it to taste foul.

She was looking quite surprised, as she pulled back. "Ah? How strange..." she mused.

"What is?" you asked.

"Your, your parts, my husband's always tasted foul and disgusting," she admitted.

Oh, so she'd been married? She looked quite young...

"Well... I'm told some men don't clean themselves properly," you said. You, on the other hand, appreciated the value of good hygiene.

"It doesn't taste like much of anythin'," Hokusai admitted, coming back for a second lick, her tongue delivering a pleasant caress to your glans. It felt quite nice, quite erotic, in its innocent wonder. "Ah, perhaps not nothin'," she mused, giving another, more confident lick, then beginning to lick it like your cock was an ice cream cone.

The pleasure was real, then, and you relaxed as she began to enjoy herself.

She was working your length with her tongue, then, as she began to lay kisses and licks all over your shaft.

"Yeah... it's tasty," she admitted.

You smiled. "That's enough," you said. "You're quite talented!"

She gave you a smile from below. "Right!" she said. "But you're not done yet?"

It did seem that she was surprised by that. "I'm not, that would never be enough to make me cum."

It would've been, a scant few weeks ago. Compared to some of the other women you'd had, she was very much a complete amateur, making a comparatively weak attempt. But you absolutely loved the attempt either way, there was something honest and real about her clumsy oral skills.

"Get up, and show me your ass," you said.

She was shocked then. "W-Wha- are you tellin' me to-"

You grinned. "We've gotta deal with this before we can continue," you said, gesturing at your now fully erect, throbbing cock. "And if we use your mouth we're gonna be here all day..."

She seemed to be thinking it over, but finally... "Yeah, yeah," she said, nodding, "I guess y'right," she muttered. "Uhm... should, should I-" she looked around. 

You stood from your position, and gestured at the box. "Put your hands on the box, let me handle the rest."

She did as you asked, leaning forward and almost instinctively striking the correct pose, leaning forward and pushing her ass out. Despite her slim, lithe and petite build, she had a rather nicely shaped bum, hidden under the kimono. It was a beautiful kimono, at that, and you almost felt bad about removing it. You wondered if you could...

Yeah, it was possible, you mused, as you grabbed at the hem of her clothes and pulled them up, tucking the hem into her sash and revealing her quite naked asss.

"No panties?" you asked.

"Ah, I'm, I'm not used to'em," she admitted. 

"A traditional girl, I can respect that," you said, giving her a saucy wink of your own, as your hand came down to her vagina, and traced her slit. It was sopping wet and sticky. "But I can respect this even more, what a lewd little pussy you have, soaking wet and drooling..."

"Ah, am' not a lewd girl!" she protested.

"So you say, but you're slick and ready, and I didn't even have to get you ready," you said with a laugh. 

Deciding not to waste your time or hers, you lined yourself up with her hole. 

"Are you ready?" you asked.

"W-Wait, hang on, give me a-"

You didn't.

In a moment, you split her lips, the head of your penis finding little in the way of opposition as it slipped past her outer lips and into her intimate and lewd little hole, where it was faced with an almost overwhelmingly, torturously tight and tiny passageway.

Her vagina was small, so very very small, and despite only the head of your penis making it in, you felt as if it was too much for her to take.

She was seemingly in shock, her mouth agape and her breath coming in quick little pants.

"Wha, what is thiiiis," she moaned, "I feel so full, so stuffed, whyyyy," she moaned.

"Relax, just relaax," you instructed. "You're too tight, you need to-"

Your brain came up with an idea, and your body reacted before you even consciously thought of it, as you used one hand to begin massaging her breasts, popping out of her kimono, and the other to hold her head in place while you kissed her. She moaned into your mouth, and it seemed she forgot for an instant about your dick in her pussy, because she relaxed, and the very instant she did- 

You took the opportunity to plunge nearly half of your entire dick in.

"Ah, ah shit, too much, too big, there was even moooreeee!?" she moaned, as you began to work your hips, swinging and moving about as if to massage her pussy from within, as if to try to open her up that way.

"Weren't you married, Oui?" you asked.

"Mah, mah hushband, mah hushband was, wasn't this biiiiig," she moaned. "It didn' look dis biiig, when, when it was in mah mouf-"

She moaned long and lewd, as you began little back and forth motions, feeling almost as if you were scrapping her inner folds with the mushroom-like tip of your penis.

It was strange just how big of an ego boost it was to be compared like that to her previous man. Invigorating, even.

"Does it feel good? Does it feel better than he did?" you challenged.

"Yeeesh, yesh," she moaned wantonly, lustful eyes locking onto yours. "M-more, I-I want more, more!"

You grinned.

"Then you'll get more!"

Your work paid off, her vagina was already lubricated and expanding, letting you go just that tiny little bit deeper with every shallow thrust, until you had worked most of your dick in... and that was the cue.

When she moaned as your dick kissed her deepest parts, you pulled back harshly and quickly, and as she whined and protested, missing you already, you plunged back in, fast and fierce.

She held onto the box for dear life, as your cock began pounding her insides, the wet sound of her gushing cunt's fluids dripping to the floor, the schlicking sound of your cock plundering her most intimate areas... 

It felt wonderful and exhilarating, to know you were treading ground none had before, that you were teaching a horny minx who'd never had a good lay with her previous husband, just how amazing it felt to be truly fucked, teaching her the meaning of pleasure, the pleasure that she should never have been denied.

Her body demanded it, and yours gave it to her, as we as you took in and devoured every inch of her that you could, drinking her in with your eyes, kissing every part of her that you could, trading passionate and hungry kisses all the same.

The slapping of skin and skin redoubled, tripled, nay, quadrupled in speed and intensity, louder and louder with every smack, as you raced her to the finish line, as both of you, now more instinct than thought, sought to drive each other to orgasm first.

Experience and good instruction was working in your favor, talent and an unreasonably sexy body in hers. What a lewd little lady, her inexperienced body knew not what to do, but by instinct, it captured you so.

Her cunt was squeezing and stroking you, and you knew what that meant. You knew what it meant and you were rewarded when you clenched your muscles in preparation as she let out a long and sharp wail, a screech of sheer, undiluted and mind bending pleasure as her body gave up and allowed all the barriers it set to keep the pleasure from flooding her brain down.

Her eyes rolled up, and she almost went limp, all parts of her but her vagina becoming melted putty in your hands as she convulsed in orgasm, trembling in place and squeezing you for all you were worth, her body almost dropping, though you had the good sense to help her lay on the box as you continued thrusting into her, prolonging her orgasm, and even triggering a second one before the first had even finished.

Her lewd body's attempts at making you cum redoubled, and her pussy finally overcame your strength and willpower, and your vision went white as you almost lost consciousness, the sheer intensity of your orgasm making you tremble and buck your hips in rough, improper thrusts, more reflex than conscious action, as you flooded her insides with your thick seed.

Panting, you pulled out, almost stumbling back, and her narrow, tiny pussy closed back up almost immediately, cum flooding out of it in an almost humorous, geyser-like fashion. 

She moaned, panted and gasped, her body and limbs trembling as she turned to you. "L-Like, like that, we- we can go, go back to-"

Her eyes focused on your throbbing cock, still raring to go.

You grinned at her. "I'm not satisfied yet... And like you said, we can't continue with me like this."

Her eyes were as wide as saucers, and you put yourself back into position.

The second time was easier than the first, as it seemed her pussy welcomed you like an old friend, making way for you, yet still surrounding you in a tight, almost velvet-like wet and hot embrace.

Oui hissed, and you set about getting to work again...

After a couple of hours, when your session was finally done, you did what you could to freshen up, washing your hands, face and getting most of the, ah, fluids off of your body.

As you left, however, you noticed that a lamp that you hadn't noticed before was on, shining over... over a painting? It was painted on a scroll, it seemed, and it was definitely a beautiful painting, even you, a neophyte, could tell it was the work of a master.

But it was what it depicted, that had you a bit shocked. Because you were quite certain that what it depicted was an image of yourself, fucking Oui into the box, and it very much captured the essence and emotion of the moment.

You looked around, but saw no one else, and the only thing that you noticed by the painting was a plush doll of an octopus, purple and quite adorable looking. It was stained with paint, but it seemed the sort of doll that was easily washed.

There was also a note, next to the painting.

"Take it," it said, and it was addressed to you.

Well... You wouldn't exactly say no to keeping such a beautiful reminder of a beautiful day. You looked back at Oui, who was twitching on top of the box, laying on her back now, her groin and general crotch region a veritable mess of cum, both yours and hers. 

She gave you a weak thumbs up, and you chuckled.

Such an interesting place, Chaldea was. You wondered, then, what sort of thing awaited you next.