My Xianxia Harem Life

Riley couldn't resist. Slowly, almost curiously, he brought a finger to it and gently teased the rim.

Diana gasped, tensing immediately.

"Nooo… not there, Ben…" she whimpered, her voice laced with embarrassment and breathless protest.

But Riley noticed it right away—every time his finger brushed her there, her pussy clenched tighter around him.

The involuntary reaction made him groan with pleasure.

It was as if her body didn't care what she was saying; it wanted more, craved more.

He didn't press inside—just circled and teased, again and again, drawing out her resistance until it melted into moans.

Her thighs quivered. Her hips bucked.

And then, just like that, she came again.

"Bennnnn!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the forest as her pussy convulsed violently around his cock.

Juices poured from her, soaking them both, her legs nearly giving out from the strength of her orgasm.

Still, Riley wasn't done.

He held her steady, slowed his pace only briefly, then resumed—grinding deep into her overstimulated core.

His stamina was monstrous.

He seemed fueled by the very sight of her trembling, broken in ecstasy, only to build her up again.

He switched positions fluidly, taking her on the forest floor next, then lifting her into his arms and pinning her against a tree, then riding her while lying in the grass, the sky above them blurring as she bounced on his cock with flushed cheeks and teary eyes.

Hours passed.

The sun dipped lower, then returned again. The air shifted from warm to cool, but their bodies stayed hot—drenched in sweat, desire, and everything in between.

Riley didn't stop.

Even when Diana's voice grew hoarse from moaning.

Even when her legs gave out and she had to cling to him with every last ounce of strength.

Even when her body had already given in to countless orgasms—he still held her close, whispered against her lips, and plunged into her again and again.

By the time twelve hours had passed, Diana's body was spent, limp in his arms, her skin glowing, marked with love bites, scratches, and the memory of everything they had done.

Her mind floated somewhere between sleep and satisfaction, yet even now… her pussy throbbed with aching desire, as if begging for just one more round.

Riley looked at her with a mix of adoration and lust. He kissed her forehead softly, brushing strands of hair from her sweat-slicked face.

"We're not finished yet," he murmured with a crooked grin.

And Diana—barely able to speak—managed a soft, breathless laugh.

She wasn't sure if she was trembling from exhaustion or excitement.

But either way… she knew she'd take whatever came next.

Riley made love to Diana for hours.

Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, a dance of desire and release that felt endless within the serenity of the secret realm.

Time slipped by unnoticed, until the warm golden light of day gradually dimmed into a soft, dusky twilight.

Fortunately, the realm itself mirrored the natural world, allowing day and night to pass as they would outside—something that suited the two lovers just fine.

By the time they finally collapsed beside each other, their limbs tangled, sweat cooling on their skin, the stars had already appeared overhead.

Riley pulled Diana into his arms, and she didn't resist. There was no need for words. The silence was comfortable, peaceful.

Whatever it was that had passed between them, it felt like more than just a fleeting indulgence. It felt... inevitable.

When morning arrived, soft golden rays filtered through the leaves of the tall trees overhead, casting dappled shadows across the forest floor.

Birds chirped in the distance, and the air carried a freshness that could only come after a night of rainfall—though none had fallen.

Diana's lashes fluttered open as the scent of something warm and savory tickled her nose.

Her stomach growled, though her body ached from the night's exertions.

Still groggy, she turned slightly, only to feel the cool air brush against her bare skin.

Her eyes widened as memories of the night before rushed back in vivid detail—Riley's touch, his kiss, the way he held her as if she was something precious.

She sat up abruptly, the sheet slipping from her body.

Her cheeks turned red when she realized she was still completely naked.

Before she could even utter a word, she heard a familiar voice behind her.

"Oh? Tempting me this early in the morning?" Riley said with a teasing grin as he stirred something over a small campfire he'd built.

A cast-iron pan sizzled with what looked like meat and wild herbs, sending mouthwatering aromas into the air.

"You know I have no reason to say no. But… let's eat first. You'll need your strength if we plan on repeating yesterday."

Diana shot him a look—half flustered, half amused—as she scrambled for her clothes.

Her body still remembered his every touch, and despite herself, a part of her wanted to crawl right back into his arms.

But she steeled herself.

"I'm thankful," she began, her voice firm but not cold. "For what you did. For saving me, for helping me. And even for… last night." She found her robes and slipped them on quickly, tying the sash a little tighter than necessary. "But that won't happen again, Ben."

She turned to face him fully now, her expression serious. "I let my guard down once. I won't make the same mistake twice."

Riley raised an eyebrow but didn't stop stirring the pan.

He seemed amused more than anything else, as if he'd expected this.

He let the moment hang for a breath before responding.

"You say that," he said as he walked toward her with a plate of food, "but with how many times I came inside you last night, I'm not sure that's something you get to decide anymore."

He handed her the plate with a playful glint in his eyes. "Even a dragon would be pregnant by now."

Diana's face flushed, and she turned away with a soft huff. But she accepted the food anyway.

They ate in silence for a while—though it was a silence filled with tension, heat, and something else neither of them wanted to name just yet.

They finished eating in silence, the occasional glance between them laden with thoughts neither dared to voice.

The remnants of last night still clung to the air between them, not just physically but emotionally—raw, unspoken, complicated.

When the last bite was taken, they moved in tandem to clean up, rinsing utensils in the stream nearby and folding the makeshift blankets they'd used.

There was a quiet efficiency in how they worked together, and yet the silence between them only grew heavier, more awkward, as the chores dwindled down.

It wasn't the kind of silence born of comfort—it was the kind filled with uncertainty, tension, and an awareness of what had changed between them.

Once everything was packed and their small campsite restored to its original state, they turned to face each other again. For a moment, neither said a word.

Riley was the first to break the silence.

"So," he said, trying to keep his tone light, "what's your plan now? Are you thinking of exploring this place more—or are you heading back out?"

Diana's eyes shifted slightly as she looked around at their surroundings.

The forest stretched far and wide, its colors more vibrant than anything in the outside world.

The trees shimmered faintly with spiritual light, and even the wind carried a strange hum of power, like the breath of something ancient.

This realm wasn't just rare—it was sacred.

"I'll stay," she said at last, her voice steady. "This place doesn't belong to our world. It's too rich with spiritual essence. I believe this realm is a relic left behind by the upper realm—a treasure that descended, hidden from the eyes of ordinary cultivators. If we leave now, we may never find it again."

Her words carried the weight of someone who had made up her mind.

There was no hesitation, no second-guessing.

Riley smiled, as if that was the answer he had been hoping for.

"Perfect," he said, without missing a beat. "Then I'll stay with you."

He didn't ask for permission. He didn't offer a reason, at least not aloud. He simply made his decision, and it was final.

Diana blinked. "You don't have to," she said, though even to her own ears, her voice lacked conviction.

"I know," Riley said easily, stepping a little closer. "But I want to."

He looked at her—not with the heated hunger of the night before, but with something softer. Steadier.

He wasn't just being playful this time.

"You're already my woman, Diana," he said simply, matter-of-factly.

"And whether you realize it or not… you're already pregnant. I'm not letting the mother of my child wander a place like this alone. You may be strong, but I'd be a fool to leave you unguarded in a place filled with this much spiritual energy—and who knows what kind of beasts or cultivators."

His words hit her harder than she expected. Diana's expression faltered, just for a moment. Her heart gave an odd flutter, and she quickly looked away to hide it.

Pregnant. She hadn't dared think about it yet, but the possibility was undeniable.

What they shared last night… it wasn't something that could be easily undone.

She wanted to argue. Wanted to push him away, say that she didn't need guarding, that she didn't need him.

But her voice caught in her throat. Instead, she stared at him in silence, her lips slightly parted as if searching for the right words.

"…Fine," she said at last, folding her arms across her chest, as if shielding herself from the warmth in his eyes.

"But don't get in my way. I came here to get treasures and explore, not to be followed around by a lovestruck idiot."

Riley chuckled and held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Fair enough. I'll keep my distance—unless, of course, you change your mind and come crawling back to me tonight."

Diana rolled her eyes, but there was a faint blush on her cheeks she couldn't quite hide.

"Let's go," she said, turning away before he could tease her further.

"There's something calling deeper in the forest. I can feel it."

Riley watched her walk ahead, the morning light catching in her hair, and a rare seriousness settled into his gaze.

He followed a few steps behind, his hand resting casually on the hilt of his sword—but his thoughts were anything but casual.

He wasn't just here to explore this realm. He was here to protect her. To stay by her side.

Even if she hadn't fully accepted it yet… Diana was his, and he intended to prove it.