Veyra kept her hand loosely wrapped around him even after she finished speaking, she let her thumbs brush slowly across his sticky length as if she was already deciding how she wanted to use it next.
Ray stayed where he was, still half inside her, and feeling the wet heat of her body with the mess they had made coating his hips and the couch beneath them.
She looked up at him with a satisfied smile, her silver hair was messy across the cushion, and her full breasts still rising and falling with her uneven breathing.
"I thought you'd be low on stamina by now," she said, her voice still rough, "It seems you've proved me wrong."
Ray answered her with a small shift of his hips, pushing the half-hard length deeper into the slick mess he had left inside her, and Veyra's breath caught at the sudden fullness.
"Good," she muttered, the word turning into a low moan when he did it again, "I paid for the night, not for one round."
She pushed at his chest until he moved back enough for her to sit up, then she climbed onto his lap without any hesitation, straddling him on the couch so that her wet pussy rubbed directly against the thick cock still resting between them.
Her full breasts pressed against his bare chest as she reached down, lined him up, and sank onto him in one slow drop, taking every inch until she was fully seated.
"Fuck… still so thick," she breathed, both hands bracing on his shoulders while she adjusted to the stretch again.
Ray rested his hands on her waist, the [Six Winged Physique] letting him support her weight easily, and when she started to move he met her with controlled upward thrusts that made her breasts bounce hard against him.
Veyra did not try to stay quiet this time, each drop of her hips pulling a clearer moan from her throat as she rode him with growing urgency.
"That's it… use that cock, fill me again," she panted, leaning forward so her forehead nearly touched his, eyes still locked on his calm face, "I want to feel it pulse when you cum inside me a second time."
Ray gave her exactly that rhythm, the earlier cooldown on [Heavenly Thrust] already fading enough for the skill to flicker back to life at the edge of his vision, adding a sharper force to every upward thrust.
The wet sound of her pussy taking him over and over filled the alcove, mixed with the soft slap of skin and Veyra's increasingly loud moans.
She bounced harder, full breasts moving with every impact, nipples dragging against his chest, and her fingers dug into his shoulders hard enough to leave fresh marks.
"Don't you dare look away," she ordered between moans, though the command was half a plea now, "I want to watch that calm face while I cum on this cock again."
Ray kept his eyes on hers, the [Indomitable Spirit] holding his expression steady even as the heat built fast from the way she was clamping down around him.
Veyra's rhythm turned desperate, hips snapping down to take him as deep as possible, her breath breaking into short gasps.
"I'm close—fuck, I'm so close, don't stop thrusting," she moaned, one hand leaving his shoulder to grab her own breast and squeeze it hard while she kept riding him.
Ray drove up into her with the full force of the skill, the thick length stretching her open on every stroke, and Veyra's body locked up tight a moment later.
A sharp cry left her as she came hard for the second time, walls pulsing and squeezing around him while another smaller gush of fluid spilled out around his cock, soaking them both further.
The tight pulsing pulled Ray over the edge with her, and he buried himself to the hilt, flooding her a second time with thick ropes of cum while she kept trembling and moaning through it.
Veyra collapsed forward against his chest afterward, still seated on him, both of them breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside the messy heat of her pussy.
She stayed like that for a long moment, silver hair sticking to her damp skin, before she finally lifted her head and looked at him again.
"High rating," she said simply, the satisfied smile returning even while she was still fluttering around him, "I'm putting it in the book myself before I leave."
She slowly lifted off him, a thick mix of their cum leaking down her thighs as she did, then reached for her discarded robes with unhurried movements.
Ray watched her dress in silence, the system window showing a small notification at the edge of his vision that he had not seen before.
[Service Completed – Client Rating: 9.6/10]
[Minor Reward Received: +15 Skill Points]
Veyra fastened her outer robe and ran a hand through her messy silver hair, trying to make herself presentable again, then stepped close one last time and brushed her fingers over the collar at his neck.
"I'll be back another night," she said, the interest in her voice clear, "try not to get broken by the others before then."
She parted the thick curtain and left the alcove without looking back, the sounds of the night hall washing in for a brief second before the fabric fell closed again.
Ray sat there for a short while longer, the mess of the session still drying on his skin and the couch, before he cleaned himself as best he could with the cloth provided in the small side drawer and pulled his trousers and shirt back on.
When he stepped out of the alcove the senior staff woman near the entrance glanced at him, checked her slate, and gave a short nod.
"The client left a high mark, return to the line," she said, already turning her attention to a new group of women entering the hall.