Neo fell silent for a moment, the wind from their flight still brushing past them. Veya laughed, the sound light and free. "It’s my own suit," she said. "Skin-made. Very thin. It can take heat up to a million degrees and cold far below zero without a problem."
Neo nodded. He pulled up his map. A human kingdom marked itself clear—Dahlia. Known for its gardens. That would do.
He took her there. While they flew she pressed close, kissing him boldly, open-mouthed and hungry. Her hand slid down and cupped his cock through his clothes, stroking until the pleasure hit sharp and deep. Neo pushed the flight harder, teeth clenched, determined not to lose control mid-air.
They landed in the capital and walked the city centre. Neo looked at her and knew what she needed. Women liked clothes. He had a good eye for them.
He took her wrist and led her straight into a clothing shop, then into a changing room. "Wait here. I’ll pick something."
Veya nodded.
Neo moved fast through the racks. He found a red micro dress—barely enough fabric to cover the lower curve of an ass, the top cut open so it would frame her breasts and leave the midriff bare. The material would stretch. On Veya’s plump, thick body it would look filthy. He grinned, threw it into the room, and waited.
She stepped out a minute later. The dress clung like a second skin. Her heavy breasts pushed against the open top, soft flesh on display. The hem sat high enough that the full swell of her ass cheeks showed with every shift of her weight. She turned in front of the mirror, then looked at him.
"How about it?" Neo asked.
Veya grinned. "Looks good. Most important, I can tell from that." She pointed straight at the hard outline of his cock straining against his pants.
Neo grinned back. "Let’s go eat something."
She nodded. They walked to the counter together. He paid, then settled his hand on her waist as they left the shop, fingers spread over the soft give of her side.
The high-end restaurant sat a few streets over. Neo walked up to the receptionist, dropped five hundred thousand mana stones on the desk, and said, "Last floor. Mine alone. All night."
The man nodded, opened a drawer, and slid a pack of condoms across. "I hope the dear master enjoys his night." His eyes flicked between Neo and Veya like he had just landed a whale.
Neo stared at the pack. First time he had seen one in this world. "Where did these come from?"
The receptionist paused. "The princess, of course. She made them."
Neo shook his head. Questions later. He took the pack, pulled Veya’s hand, and headed for the stairs. Over his shoulder he told the man, "Prepare the highest-end meal you can. Bring it in thirty minutes. After that, do not knock. Do not come upstairs. Under any circumstance."
The receptionist nodded. Neo kept climbing, Veya close beside him.
Thirty minutes later the food arrived. They ate. Neo kept the talk light at first, then shifted into flirty lines and honest praise—especially for her mind. They drifted into philosophy. Veya relaxed fully, shoulders loose, smile easy. When the wine was gone she sighed and looked at him.
"Isn’t this the part where a male fucks a female?"
Neo stood. His cock throbbed heavy against his clothes. "It’s a biology necessity."
Veya nodded, grinned, and walked to the open balcony. She set both hands on the wooden rail, turned her ass toward him, and lifted the red dress with one hand. The bare cheeks came into view, full and soft, the tight pucker of her hole visible between them.
Neo went still for half a second, then moved. He freed his cock—thick, veined, the head already wet—and tried a condom. It was too small. He stripped it off and left it.
He stepped in behind her, both hands gripping the heavy globes of her ass and spreading them. The stretch of her hole met the blunt head of his cock. He pushed. Her body opened around him, hot and tight, the ring of muscle gripping every inch as he sank deeper.
Veya’s eyes went wide. Neo pulled the dress the rest of the way off, grabbed a bottle of oil from his inventory, and poured it over the place they were joined. He worked it in with slow thrusts, then set a steady rhythm. Her ass cheeks clapped against his groin with every drive—*plap, plap, plap*—loud in the open air.
Shame and guilt hit her in waves. Pedestrians moved on the street below. If any of them looked up they would see everything—her body bent over the rail, Neo’s thick cock splitting her open, the oil shining on her skin.
Neo did not slow. He fucked her like a man who had waited too long, hips snapping forward, the tight heat of her ass milking him in rhythmic pulses. He locked both hands on her waist in an iron grip, fingers sinking deep into soft flesh so she could not move even an inch. The wet sounds of oil and skin filled the balcony. He came hard, flooding her insides, then pulled out and slapped one full cheek hard enough to leave a red print.
The night did not end there. He took her on the table, her back pressed to the polished wood, legs spread wide while he drove into her pussy until it clenched and fluttered around him. Against the wall he held her up, her thick thighs locked around his waist, her soft breasts crushed to his broad chest while he thrust up into her. On the floor he flipped her onto all fours and worked both holes until they were red and sore. Sweat slicked his muscled arms and legs. His shoulders looked even broader under the strain. Veya’s body stayed soft and yielding under him—full hips, heavy breasts, the wet heat between her legs. She watched the way his cock disappeared into her, the way his abs flexed with every hard snap of his hips, the way his face tightened when he got close. She felt every thick inch stretch her open, every wet slap of skin, every deep pulse when he emptied himself inside her again.
They finally slept on the balcony under the stars, her body marked and used, his arm heavy across her waist.
Morning came. Neo woke first. He took a piece of clean fabric and wiped her carefully—pussy first, then the still-tender ring of her ass. Then he grinned, slapped her hip to wake her, and said, "All right. Let’s head back to the Nyx tribe."
She nodded.
He switched into torch-man mode. The flight was fast. A few hours later they dropped into the tribe grounds. Neo set her down in front of his house. Veya sighed.
"I guess I’m one of your women now."
Neo nodded. They walked inside. The room was dark. Both of them froze for a second. Then the lights flared and balloons shot up.
"Welcome back home!"
Neo grinned. It felt good to be here. He moved straight into the group, hugging every woman of his harem in turn. He even went out back and pulled Nia, the cow woman, into a solid embrace.
When the last hug ended he grinned again. "Finally. I can rest now."
He sat on his throne, hands resting on the armrests, and let out a long breath. For a moment he thought he could actually relax. Then his eyes widened. A quest window hung in the air in front of him.
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