My Xianxia Harem Life

But all that came out of Diana's mouth was a broken moan, and all she could do was grip him tighter.

"Ben… wait—" she finally gasped out, but it was already too late.

He growled deep in his throat, buried himself to the hilt, and with a final, shuddering thrust, he came.

Diana felt it. All of it.

The sudden, hot rush inside her made her gasp and tremble as her body reacted with another wave of pleasure.

She could feel his cock pulsing deep within, releasing thick, warm spurts that seemed endless.

Her womb welcomed it involuntarily, and her mind went blank for a few seconds under the weight of sensation.

She lay there beneath him, chest heaving, her face flushed, her thoughts in chaos.

She could still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through her… but now they were laced with fear.

The heat of his release remained inside her like a brand—undeniable, unforgettable.

He collapsed over her, both of them panting hard, their sweaty bodies tangled together in silence.

Only then did the reality start to set in.

He came inside me…

Without the power of her cultivation, she was no different from a helpless mortal now—her body soft, vulnerable, and completely at the mercy of whatever happened next.

She could feel it in every fiber of her being: the absence of spiritual energy left her utterly defenseless.

And with Riley's seed already inside her, warm and unmistakable, the terrifying realization dawned on her—she couldn't resist the risk of getting pregnant at all.

The consequences hit her like a wave. What if she really got pregnant?

What would happen to her cultivation path, her future, her responsibilities?

Her foggy mind barely clung to those questions for a moment… until Riley moved again.

"It hasn't even been a full minute since he came… and he's already moving again?!" Diana cried out in her mind, a mix of disbelief and helpless arousal crashing through her.

She wanted to tell him to stop—to say something, anything—but her body betrayed her completely.

The aphrodisiac in her system still hadn't worn off.

It was burning in her blood, making her hypersensitive, every touch amplified, every thrust sending her nerves alight.

Her lips parted, but not for protest.

All that came out were sweet, uncontrollable moans that echoed softly in the forest.

"Ahhhh…"

"Ohhhh…"

"Ughhh…"

Her thoughts shattered.

All worries of getting pregnant, of stopping him, of even forming a coherent sentence, were drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure building again inside her.

Her body rocked beneath his, her hips responding eagerly to his movements.

She felt him growing harder once more, relentless and insatiable, as if her body existed solely for him in this moment.

Diana's hands clutched at the sheets beneath her, her back arching instinctively.

Her moans became cries of raw need, laced with desperation and desire.

She wasn't even sure how many times she had already come—or how many more her body could take—but none of it mattered anymore. Not when he made her feel like this.

Everything else—logic, fear, reason—melted away, leaving only sensation.

And she surrendered to it.

Again.

And again.

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Riley made love to Diana for what felt like hours—his stamina seemed limitless, and his desire for her, insatiable.

He moved her body like an artist with a brush, trying every position he knew and even inventing a few along the way.

From slow and deep to fast and frenzied, he explored every angle, every reaction, every sound she made.

Diana felt like her soul was being unraveled, stitched into the rhythm of his passion.

The forest around them became their private paradise—untouched, secluded, and timeless.

They were like Adam and Eve, wild and bare beneath the trees, consumed by their own paradise of pleasure.

The cool breeze brushed against their sweaty bodies, leaves rustling above them, but neither noticed.

They were too lost in each other.

By the tenth position, Riley finally paused—but only to reposition her once more.

With a steady grip, he pulled Diana onto his lap, his muscular thighs serving as her throne.

They sat facing one another, chest to chest, breath to breath, and for a moment, time itself seemed to slow.

She could feel the heat of his cock pulsing between her thighs before he guided it back into her slick, hungry entrance.

It sank in with ease, but the fullness made her gasp all the same.

"A-Ahhh—!" she cried softly, her body trembling from overstimulation.

Diana wrapped her arms around his shoulders as Riley secured his hands around her waist.

With deliberate strength, he began moving her—lifting her hips slightly, then bringing her down onto his cock again and again.

Slowly. Deeply.

Each motion was intense and deliberate, like he was trying to carve the shape of himself inside her.

Their lips met in a heated, messy kiss. It was a clash of desire—tongues sliding, teeth grazing, moans swallowed.

His cock didn't soften even a little; if anything, he felt even harder, thicker than before.

Diana was shocked by how full she felt, how her pussy stretched tightly around him with each thrust.

It was maddening.

"Ben…" she whispered breathlessly against his lips, calling him by his alias.

"Yes?" he murmured back, his voice gravelly and low, his eyes dark and focused on hers.

She couldn't form a proper answer.

Her moans were the only reply he got as her hips began to move on their own.

She started grinding against him, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles, tightening her thighs around his waist as if trying to take him even deeper.

Riley groaned, his hands gripping her tighter as she rode him.

The wet sound of her pussy meeting his cock echoed softly through the forest, their rhythm intensifying.

Diana felt herself spiraling again—another orgasm building quickly, far too soon.

"I… I'm gonna—!"

He leaned in, biting gently at her neck, and she snapped.

"Bennnnnn!" she screamed out, her body convulsing violently in his lap.

Her pussy clenched hard around him as her climax tore through her, soaking his cock in another wave of juices.

Her body shook in his arms as her head fell against his shoulder, panting, dazed, and twitching from pleasure.

But Riley wasn't done.

Not even close.

He shifted his legs, adjusted his grip, and began thrusting upward into her again—faster this time, rougher, relentless.

Diana's entire body bounced in his lap as he pounded into her from below, and she let out another helpless cry.

Her thighs trembled, her walls still sensitive from her orgasm, but she couldn't stop now—even if she wanted to.

"Too much…" she whimpered, yet her body betrayed her once more, grinding against him with eager desperation.

She clung to him tightly, her nails dragging down his back, her eyes rolling up with each deep thrust.

Riley kissed her again—hot, devouring—then whispered against her lips.

"Give me another one."

And she did.

And of course, this was only the beginning.

Riley's appetite for Diana was seemingly endless. With tireless passion and a hunger that bordered on obsession, he took her through every known position in the book—and even some that felt invented in the heat of the moment.

Her body became his playground, her pleasure his mission.

Time lost all meaning as they became tangled in wave after wave of carnal bliss.

But in the quiet heart of the forest, beneath the canopy of swaying trees and filtered golden light, there was one position that seemed to awaken something primal in him.

He led her to the thick, ancient trunk of a towering tree—its bark rough and solid, a perfect anchor.

Gently, but firmly, Riley bent Diana over, guiding her until her palms were braced against the gnarled bark, her legs spread wide for balance.

Her back arched naturally, her ass pushed out just enough to offer the perfect angle.

She looked like a vision carved from temptation itself.

From behind, Riley paused for a moment, taking in the breathtaking view.

Her flawless, creamy skin gleamed with sweat. Her ass was plump and inviting, her pussy already glistening, slick from the hours of relentless attention.

Her body trembled slightly, her breaths shallow and uneven, but she still responded to his every touch—eager and willing.

Without hesitation, Riley slid back into her soaked core.

Her pussy welcomed him instantly, swallowing his thick cock with a lewd, wet sound that sent a shiver down his spine.

His hands gripped her hips, and he began thrusting again—deep and steady at first, then harder, faster, pushing her forward with every powerful stroke.

Diana cried out with each movement, her nails clawing at the bark as she rocked beneath him.

But Riley's focus wasn't just on her pussy.

From this angle, he had a perfect view of both of her most intimate holes.

As his cock pumped in and out of her slick entrance, his gaze drifted lower.

Her other hole—the tight, untouched one—seemed to twitch every time his hips slammed into hers..