It had cost her a small fortune, and she had already cleared a place for it in her studio. The canvas would take a life-size painting of a man reclining in a chair. She unwrapped the canvas and couldn’t believe how it shimmered in the light. It never seemed to be static, but always in some kind of unfathomable motion. Alive would be a good way of describing the surface when she plugged it in. It was the new nanoparticle canvas that she ordered from SciArt along with the DNA-infused acrylic paints.

The nanoparticles were coded for every part of the human body. The paint instructions advised mixing with a little water or other ordinary acrylic paints to provide colour variations. Once applied, they would interact with the nanoparticles to form a permanent interlocked substance of immeasurable complexity.

To say she was excited would be an understatement. The canvas was placed on the easel, and the paints were unwrapped and carefully arranged around it. She stepped back and bit her lip. Anticipation sent shivers down her spine. She plugged the canvas into the power outlet. At first, she thought the studio was cold, but it wasn’t; it was the canvas sucking all the heat it could from the surrounding atmosphere. She hadn’t realised it, but within seconds, the canvas had interfaced with the internet and was currently conversing with SciArt’s AI.

The very act of pencilling in the life-size sketch she had prepared made her feel horny. The canvas seemed to suck in the charcoal from the lead, hungry to incorporate its chemistry into its own. A few strokes left Melissa feeling a little lightheaded and unsure whether she should continue, and yet the canvas seemed to encourage and guide her forward. It conversed with her, pointed her in the general direction of the next stroke and advised her how she should work with it. It was as if it were teaching her how to draw – through telepathy.

She finished the first day with just the outline of the man on the chair. The large coffee was very welcome as the whole experience made her a little jittery. She sipped the black drink and cradled the mug to her chest. She became overwhelmed with the need to run her finger over her nipple, which had become erect. She didn’t know why.

Over the next few days, she experimented with the new paints. They looked like ordinary acrylics, but she was well aware of how different they were. Starting at the head, she slowly filled in the base layers, adding more and more colour tones to emphasise the shadows, then the details followed. The tousled hair would be a feature that defined the carefree yet loving nature of her work.

Every application of the new paint seemed to breathe life into the image. After finishing the facial features, on the second full day, she turned to leave. A smile broke out on her face as she looked into the image’s blue eyes. She gasped. She was convinced the artwork winked at her.

She left the studio in haste, her hands shaking. Not quite believing what she thought she saw.

That evening in bed, she replayed the day's events, convinced that her creation had actually moved. She let her hands wander over her body, cup her breasts, and extended one nipple outwards until it sprang back into her flesh. The rest of the evening degraded into a finger-fucking frenzy that saw her climax more than once until she fell asleep.

The following days saw her progress flourish. Confident with how the paints were being applied, she created her version of a man. Chiselled body parts that commanded attention, toned muscle gave the impression of a fitness freak. At one point, Melissa had to tone down the bulging muscles on his forearm as her enthusiasm got the better of her vision.

Her life form was taking shape. Even the chair was properly addressed, giving it a solid feel to take the weight of her creation.

Day after day, she sweated in the studio, and each night she masturbated to the thought of what would happen when she completed it.

She covered the canvas with a thick white sheet when her friend, Samantha, visited her. Not because she was self-conscious of her work, but because she didn’t want Samantha to see the things she saw in the image. It was her creation, for her eyes only. Samantha was on tenterhooks, wanting desperately to peek under the sheet that covered the canvas, but she respected her friend and knew that once it was finished, she would be the first to see it in all its glory.

Melissa found the feet the hardest to paint. She was careless on more than one occasion, and she was tired and so keen to complete it that she made several minor errors along the way. And yet the feet were just as important as the rest of it.

Once the overall form was finished, she started to embellish parts of the image; stubble was added to the chin and the side of the face, and the eyes were enhanced, giving them a steely appearance. The fingernails looked pristine, and unlike her, he definitely didn’t bite his nails when he was anxious.

Everything was tuned to perfection. The lighting, the shadows, the very essence of the image looked as if it were real. A hard thing to achieve for any artist, but these paints, on this canvas, made the appearance even more outstanding.

Melissa awoke at five-thirty on the final day of her tour de force with a spring in her step. She showered, shaved, studied herself in the mirror and decided that today she would paint while being naked. She marvelled at the roundedness of her hips, her full and tanned breasts and her prominent nipples. She wondered whether it would think the same as she stared intently at her reflection. She let her hands sweep down and over her voluptuous body.

In the kitchen, she grabbed a few pieces of fruit to eat on the way to her studio, and when she arrived, she was surprised to see the painting shimmer in the light cascading through the thin white fabric covering the windows. It pulsed as if it were trying to come alive.

A tentative smirk crossed her face, and a glimmer of hope filled her soul. This would be her day, but not yet!

There was one more item to paint. She mixed the flesh coloured paints once more, but this time using a sixty per cent DNA mix to the acrylic paints, together with other darker tones to give colour. She picked up the brush and addressed the canvas with broad strokes. She stepped back to admire the form of his cock, and then proceeded to add girth and length until she was satisfied with its size.

She nodded at the nice big balls, hanging from his groin, and imagined them full of semen.

She pondered whether to make it Cavalier or Roundhead. She chose the latter simply because she loved sucking circumcised cocks more.

Detailed veins were added to give the manhood some life, and on more than one occasion, she had to turn to the internet to find images of what she really liked and steal those blueprints for her creation. Slowly, her perfect cock emerged.

She mixed some black into the flesh colour on the brush and was about to dab it onto the canvas when her hand pulled back. Spooky, she thought. But it was the right decision. His balls would remain smooth.

Just a little more maroon to the bulbous head, and he would be complete.

She stepped away from the canvas to admire the chiselled face, the splattering of morning shadow, flared nostrils and those piercing steel-blue eyes that stared intently at her naked body. Dark brown hair covered its head, in keeping with the tanned body. The shoulders were broad, giving the torso a prominent V-shape towards its groin. A splattering of hair adorned its chest. The six-pack was obligatory, and its long, muscled legs provided the height. She estimated it to be about six-foot-one. Just right. Although the back details were missing, it would be obvious to anyone looking at him how toned his buttocks would be.

Despite her enthusiasm, she must have studied it for a good hour, maybe longer, making a few adjustments now and then, but nothing too drastic. The question Melissa kept asking herself was ‘Was she happy with it?’

It was now or never, she thought. In the right-hand corner of the canvas, she pressed the slightly raised button down for five seconds and stepped away.

There was no whirring sound, no sudden movement, and no sudden increase in brightness. Nothing happened for a good minute or so. Then her artwork started to take on a more three-dimensional appearance.

It was a match made in heaven as the nanoparticles and DNA paints reacted and became a reality, providing substance, form and function. The picture literally crystallised in front of her. Coming to life. Powered by SciArt’s AI. This was no plastic model of a human being. This was real.

She gasped when she saw that the canvas had moved. No, not the canvas but the image on it. Her mouth fell open in disbelief, but that’s it; she did believe what was happening. It was why she bought that canvas along with the DNA paint in the first place. The hype had been very specific. The marketing out-of-this-world. And everything about her creation was out of this world.

She wondered whether the artwork had feelings, too. Oh, how she wished that would be the case.

The man of her dreams in the painting moved its legs together, lifted its head, and looked straight into her eyes. It stared at Melissa as it moved one arm from the back of the chair and placed both hands on its thighs. It stared at the cock rearing upwards for a short while before returning its gaze to her.

Its head twisted from side to side, looked at its cock once more and back at Melissa, as if comparing the images. She could see its gaze wander over her body, making comparisons that didn’t compute.

She suddenly felt self-conscious about being naked in front of her painting. Her hands started to move to cover her lower half, but she pulled them apart, refusing to give in to shyness. That was the whole point of finishing it in the nude. She wanted it to be born naked, just like her.

Hesitation started to recede. She smiled. Held her hand out, palm upwards, towards her creation. Shivers shot through her as every cell in her body became alive, the closer it got to the canvas. Her nipples engorged with excitement. Her heart raced faster and faster, and she felt that tingling heat between her thighs. She felt one with her creation.

When the artwork stood up from the chair, Melissa nearly stepped forward to help it balance, but she needn’t have bothered. It took its first steps into the world on its own. It straightened and rose upwards. She smiled at the comical way the appendage bounced and swung in front of it. But she was overjoyed that she had made it as big as she did. It was a cock to be proud of and one that would not disappoint the horniest prostitute in the world.

And then, without prompting, it stepped out of the canvas, leaving behind a black void. She craned her neck in a vain attempt to see whether its buttocks were as powerful as she imagined them to be. Thankfully, SciArt’s AI had filled in all the details she could not contribute to directly.

Her eyes widened, her smile broadened, her heart fluttered with a thousand butterflies. They both stood facing each other – transfixed.

Their outstretched hands touched, causing minor electrical arcs to flash between their fingers as their potential energy stabilised. The whole effect tickled rather than shocked her.

She gripped its hand tightly. Her whole body was on the verge of collapse, though from sheer enjoyment. Oh-My-God, she thought, if Samantha could see this now.

The painting’s hand slid along her arm, and she watched it feel its way until it touched her face, cradling it. Its thumb caressing her earlobe.

For Melissa, that was the crowning glory. All that careful and thoughtful process, all the time she had taken to ensure that it was full of passion. All the love she had poured into the painting stood before her. Touching her.

She leaned into its hand as its fingers sought her golden braids. ‘Oh! Wherefore art thou, Romeo?’ She thought.

“Romeo,” she nodded, “you are to be named Romeo,” she said aloud.

Romeo’s other hand reached for her waist. Cupping it gently, he pulled her forward until she felt the head of Romeo’s cock push into her stomach. She closed her eyes, leaned in and peppered kisses all over his chest. Her breasts and nipples pressed against his body with every movement.

She gasped when his hand grasped her hair and pulled her head backwards so that her face was raised to meet his descending lips. How did he know?

She wanted to melt into his loving arms, but that was not going to happen, not now. Their crashing kiss exploded her sense of reality. The passionate embrace as his hand came onto her breast took her by surprise, and yet her response was immediate and instinctive.

Romeo made her body sing. His sensitivity and strength brought tears to her eyes, safely hidden under her closed eyelids. The melting passion never once faded. Melissa opened her eyes and broke the kiss. Taking one step backwards, she brought both of her hands onto his cock. The cock she had so cleverly embellished with her lascivious mind. She pulled on it with both hands, rubbed her palm over the head while stroking its length with the other. She could feel the balls weigh heavily as they dangled beneath.

A gasp overtook her as his eyes closed and his hand slid down her back to grasp a hold of her ample bottom. The squeeze was firm, as if he were taking ownership of her body. And she gave it all to him of her own free will.

“Such a gorgeous cock,” she whispered into his chest. Precum coated her hand, and she found herself smearing it over the bulbous head. She had become aware of the slipperiness of the studio beneath her feet, and when she looked down, she could see her own sex form a juicy bead that dripped onto the floor.

Melissa was more than ready for what was about to happen. She kept cradling his manhood and was about to drop to her knees and take him into her mouth when she was suddenly turned around and frogmarched to a casual chair not more than six feet away. His hand grasped her hair in a tight bun on the back of her head. His cock swung wildly as he guided her with his hand on the small of her back.

When they reached the chair, Melissa was pushed forward; her outstretched hands contacted the arms of the chair as firmly as she could. She felt his cock brush against the crease of her bottom. He only had to pull back a little, aim, and she would be all his.

The first sexual contact was the flat of his tongue dragging itself along the crease of her pussy and up and over her anus. His tongue pushed into her little star until she cried out, more from shock than anything else. She had never let anyone else do that to her, but this seemed right. When did he become aware of all her sexual deviancies?

It was always Samantha who kept telling her how wonderful anal sex was, and those thoughts had perverted her mind over the last few months, and even altered her browsing history, something the AI had picked up on when it rifled through her private stack of pornography that she thought she kept hidden on her laptop.

Without knowing it, Melissa was now eagerly cashing in on her friend’s advice. Romeo seemed to have a wonderful knack of prising her star open and lavishing her sex at the same time. Melissa moved forward, knelt on the edge of the chair and lowered her bottom. She arched her back and rested her arms on the top of the chair. She abandoned herself to him, wiggling her ass, and encouraging Romeo to use his tongue in whichever hole he wanted to. She sucked up the pleasure from wherever it erupted over her body.

He eventually settled onto her dripping wet pussy, gathering her juices with his mouth and swallowing them. He delved deeper and realised that Melissa had not twitched once since he started licking her from underneath, but was keeping herself still. She was concentrating hard on the wonderful feeling building until the cork popped open. He concentrated his tongue on her little bud as much as he could, feeling the vibrational feedback of her thighs as she started to shake and shiver.

Her orgasm appeared from nowhere, engulfed her quickly and forced her to shake and push her ass back to meet his oral ministrations. She became a sopping-wet puppet, panting hard on Romeo’s tongue.

Romeo stopped, rose from his knees and admired his creator’s body from behind. It was such a lewd sight to see her holes glistening with her cum. Pushing his manhood downwards, he pressed his knob to her entrance and let it slide from side to side and up and down. Penetration was minimal, and yet Melissa was gibbering away like a whore on heat.

Her words of filth could not have been misunderstood. She started to push her ass towards his cock to expedite the process of being fucked, but Romeo just pulled his length away from her rutting ass.

“I take it you want hard and fast?”

Oh-my-fucking-God, it speaks. Her eyes flew open; there was nothing in the instructions about it being able to converse with her. Her hands started to shake as she held the chair tightly. How the fuck can it speak? After a few moments of trying to comprehend what he had asked, she nodded.

“Yes, hard and fucking fast and don’t, whatever you do, hold back.” For some reason, she couldn’t turn to look at his face.

It happened all at once. She couldn’t separate the events. Hair was gathered and pulled backwards, her pussy was full to the brim, balls were bouncing against her nether regions, her tits were being pushed hard into the back of the chair, and then, all she could feel was the constant rhythm of cock sliding into her velvety sheath. It was a frictionless movement, compliments of her ability to lubricate excessively when she was so aroused.

She held onto the chair with both hands. In her mind, she saw her climax race towards her at the speed of light, imagined his buttocks thrusting forward, pushing his ardent rod deep into her. At one pull of her hair, her face twisted, and then she saw his cock pound into her from the full-length mirror that stood against other canvases.

She climaxed. More from the severe pounding she received than anything else. But it didn’t stop after her orgasm. Romeo just kept giving it to her. Taking her over and over. She shook a third time when he lowered his body slightly and started to push his cock upwards and into her.

Melissa kept nodding, her appreciation splashing all over her smiling face, just as her juices splashed over the chair.

And then his cock was gone. He pulled her back by her shoulders until she was vertical and standing unsteadily on her feet. He grasped her hand and led her from the studio, up the stairs and into her bedroom.

She pondered how he had become so knowledgeable about the layout of her house, but she parked the thought when he made her kneel on the edge of the bed.

More fucking, she thought. This was just too good to be true. SciArt was going to get a five-star review for sure.

His tongue started licking her again, and she purred like a pussy on heat. A smack on her ass pushed her forward on the bed, and the next thing she knew was his cock squeezing past her sphincter and into her ass.

Melissa’s eyes widened in a frightened response. She had never – could never take anything up her ass. She didn’t have time to complain because Romeo was balls deep in her little hole and pumping into her.

All she could utter were the words “cum in me.”

“I want you to cum in me, Romeo.” she added confidently.

His pounding increased, giving Melissa another wonderful leg-shaking orgasm. She felt him tense, hold still momentarily and then she felt the warm cream from his balls being released.

She fell forward. Exhausted and yet pleasantly at one with the whole universe.

Romeo slumped beside her. She felt a lock of hair being pushed behind her ear, a kiss landing on her forehead, his wilting manhood leaking on her thigh. She wrapped her legs over his and kissed him deeply.

Romeo slowly came to a halt as if sleeping, but with his eyes open.

Melissa took the opportunity to study him; his cock was still erect; it had to be because she had never drawn one that wasn’t. His face looked as if he were at peace, and if he had a mind, she reasoned that it would be calm and collected.

The telling sign she was looking for was on the back of his ankle. A five-bar icon with the last bar flashing red.

She had found the interface for charging her creation.

Spunk started to ease out of her ass as she stood by the side of the bed, watching him. She was reaching for a suitable cable when there was a knock on the door. Melissa inserted the charging cable, turned and slipped on a nightshirt that just about covered her soiled and well-used pussy and ass, went downstairs and answered the door. Samantha stood in the doorway, unannounced.

“You must have finished by now?” she asked, with a wicked grin on her face.

“Umm, finished what?” Melissa replied, hoping that her friend had not heard her screams of passion out of the bedroom window or would notice cum dribbling down her leg.

“The painting, silly.”

Samantha strode past Melissa and into the studio. She let out a loud gasp.

“What happened to the painting?” Samantha asked.

Melissa seemed dumbfounded at first. A process she always used to gather her thoughts and excuses.

“Oh, it all went wrong,” she replied, looking over her shoulder and hoping that Romeo would not be on a fast charge and make an appearance.

“Went wrong? There’s a void in the whole canvas. Did you burn it or something?” Samantha corrected her.

Melissa nodded, a futile attempt to avoid any more of the conversation and hoping that Samantha would drop the questioning.

“Samantha, can I catch up with you another time? I’m not feeling well,” Melissa confessed.

“Sure, hon, I’m sorry, but I really wanted to see this creation of yours. I’ll catch up with you again. So sorry, I barged in like that.”

With Samantha safely past the threshold, Melissa closed the door and turned to look in the direction of the staircase. Her eyes caught sight of a body at the top, still sporting the same erection that she had painted. She licked her lips and walked confidently up the stairs one small step at a time. When her face reached his thighs, she started licking and didn’t stop until her mouth slipped over his cock.

Romeo walked backwards into the bedroom while Melissa followed on her knees, not allowing his dick to leave her mouth for a single moment.

She was going to have her fill this time, for sure.

As she sucked his manhood on the edge of the bed, she wondered whether Samantha would ever get to meet Romeo. It was perhaps the hardest decision that she would have to make.

And would she share him?