Ray moved slowly at first, not wanting to exert too much strength, the thick curtains keeping the rest of the night hall shut out while Veyra's soft breathing and the solid presence of his body filled the small private space.
Veyra's hands slid up his arms and settled firmly on his shoulders, her nails pressing lightly into the muscle there as she kept her eyes open and fixed on his face the entire time.
"Don't look away," she said, although the words came out in a more pleading tone but it still carried a clear order, "I want to see if that calm of yours breaks or not."
Ray did not look away, his [Indomitable Spirit] keeping his expression steady even as the heat between them built while his [Six Winged Physique] answered every shift of her body with smooth, precise strength.
He pushed the rest of her robes fully open, exposing her full breasts which caught him off guard because of how big they were.
The soft mounds were rising and falling with her breathing and her nipples were already tight from the cool air and the way he was looking at them.
Veyra's breath hitched when his hand cupped one heavy breast, his thumb brushed over the stiff peak, and she arched slightly into the touch.
"Fuck…," she muttered, the composed tone slipping further as he squeezed and rolled the soft flesh under his palm.
Ray adjusted his hips and pressed the thick head of his cock against her entrance, feeling how wet she already was, the heat of her coating him before he even pushed in.
His dick sank into her inch by inch, with the tight walls stretching around the full length until he bottomed out, the size of him forcing a sharp gasp from her throat.
"Shit… it's thick," Veyra breathed, her legs had already tightened around his waist.
Ray stayed deep for a moment, letting her feel every inch, then started moving with controlled rolls of his hips.
Veyra's breathing grew shorter every time he drove back in, with her full breasts swaying with the motion, and she kept her eyes locked on his even as her mouth fell open.
"Harder," she ordered, though the word came out softer than she probably intended, "don't treat me like I'll break."
Ray gave her what she asked for, increasing the force of his thrusts, the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her filling the alcove along with the low creak of the couch.
The system window flickered at the edge of his vision, [Heavenly Thrust] pulsing once with a faint light, and the skill settled into his movements almost naturally, adding a sharper edge of depth and control that made Veyra's fingers dig hard into his shoulders.
"There—fuck, right there," she moaned, the composed mask cracking further as her head tipped back against the cushion for a moment before she forced herself to look at him again.
Ray kept the pace stead, using the new skill without wasting it, every thrust was measured so that the thick length of him dragged against the spot that made her thighs tremble.
Veyra's breathing turned uneven and loud, her grip was shifting from his shoulders to the back of his neck, and her fingers were brushing the metal collar as she pulled him closer.
"Lady Seris actually hit a gold mine," she muttered, the words half lost under a sharper moan when he drove forward again with the added force of the skill, "that cock is hitting so fucking deep."
The alcove stayed closed off from the rest of the hall, the thick curtains muting the outside sounds until the only things that remained were the wet slap of skin, Veyra's increasingly unrestrained moaning, and the solid rhythm of Ray's body working above her.
She did not stay passive for long, her hips had begun rising to meet every thrust, one hand sliding down his back to feel the defined muscle the physique had given him while the other stayed locked behind his neck.
"Look at you… still so calm while you're burying that thick cock inside me," she panted, her eyes were glassy but still trying to hold his gaze, "most men are already grunting like animals by now."
Ray watched her without looking away, and that unbroken control only seemed to push Veyra further over the edge.
He reached down between them and rubbed firm circles over her clit while he kept thrusting, the combination making her whole body jolt.
"Fuck—don't," she gasped, but her legs locked tighter around him instead of pushing him away, "don't you dare stop."
Her breasts bounced with every hard thrust, the soft flesh moving under his chest, and Ray leaned down enough to take one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard while the skill flared again through his next thrust.
A clearer, louder moan tore from Veyra's throat this time, her back arching, nails scraping down his skin hard enough to leave red lines.
"Don't stop, don't fucking stop," she ordered, though the command came out broken and desperate, "I'm so close—your cock is too good, shit—"
Ray had no intention of stopping, the system skill and the new body worked together as he kept the rhythm, driving into her with deep, powerful strokes that forced wet sounds from her pussy with every impact.
Veyra's composure finally shattered completely a short while later, her back arching hard against the cushions, a sharp cry tearing from her as her walls clamped down around his cock and a sudden gush of fluid sprayed out around him, soaking his hips and the couch beneath them as she squirted hard through the climax.
She kept shaking under him, moaning brokenly, "Fuck, fuck, I'm squirting—don't pull out," her voice raw while her body jerked with every continued thrust.
Ray followed her through it, the [Heavenly Thrust] skill carrying him the rest of the way until he buried himself to the hilt and finished with a controlled final push, thick ropes of cum pumping deep inside her while the collar around his neck stayed cool even as heat flooded the rest of him.
He kept moving through the aftershocks in slow, deep strokes, working every last drop into her until her trembling started to ease.
For a few long moments the alcove was quiet except for the sound of both of them catching their breath, Veyra's silver hair was messy against the cushion, her robes pushed fully open, breasts still heaving, and a visible wet mess of her squirt and his cum coating her thighs and the couch.
She stared up at him in silence for a stretch of time, chest rising and falling hard, before a slow and satisfied smile returned to her face even while she was still twitching around him.
"Fifty eight gold," she said, her voice rough and used, "I suppose it was not wasted after all… that cock of yours is dangerous."