My Xianxia Harem Life

"Well done, Diana. That was a good start, but we both know that's far from the best I can do," Riley said with a lazy smile, sinking back against a pile of soft pillows that propped him up comfortably.

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of challenge and amusement.

Diana's gaze flicked downward, and her breath caught in her throat.

He was still rock hard—harder and even thicker than before, if that was possible.

The sheer sight of him made her pulse race.

She hesitated for a moment but then leaned in, tasting his come again.

The salty, sticky warmth was no longer strange or off-putting; after everything they had shared yesterday, she had become strangely accustomed to it.

She didn't flinch or gag this time. Instead, she swallowed it down with a strange, growing confidence.

Yesterday was still vivid in her mind—Riley had drenched his entire body with come, and she had tasted every inch of him, lost in a haze of desire and surrender.

The way he had taken her then—rough and relentless—had pushed her senses to the edge.

She remembered the shivers, the breathless moans, and the sweet ache that followed.

It was overwhelming, but beneath it all, there was something gentle in how he held her afterward, as if reassuring her with his touch.

Now, staring at him, Diana felt a fierce determination ignite inside her.

She wanted to prove herself—not just to Riley, but to herself.

She wanted him to be proud, to see that she was no longer the hesitant girl from yesterday but someone who could meet his intensity head-on.

Without hesitation, she slipped forward, her hands resting lightly on his broad chest for balance.

Slowly, she straddled his thick thighs, feeling the heat radiate through his skin.

The moment her hips aligned with his, she lowered herself carefully, inch by inch, until the full length of him pressed into her.

A gasp escaped her lips as the familiar, delicious stretch filled her.

"Ohhhhh…" she moaned softly, closing her eyes and savoring the sensation.

This was the cock that had taken her virginity, that had opened a new world of sensation and emotion for her.

Every nerve in her body seemed alive, every touch amplified a thousandfold.

Her hands tightened on his chest as she began to move, slowly at first, testing, adjusting to the rhythm that their bodies naturally found together.

Each rise and fall was a promise, a connection between them that was raw and real.

Riley's hands slid around her waist, steadying her, guiding her.

He leaned down to capture her lips in a heated kiss, his breath mingling with hers.

The taste of him was intoxicating, and she felt her own desire swell.

They moved in perfect harmony, a dance as old as time but new and electric for them both.

Diana was no longer just receiving; she was an active participant, matching his pace, meeting his gaze, letting her own pleasure build and crash like waves.

"Ughhhhh…" Diana grunted, a mixture of pleasure and lingering pain rippling through her body.

The sharpness had not completely faded; it was still there, a faint sting that made tears prick the corners of her eyes.

She cried out softly, overwhelmed by how much she was stretching around the thick shaft that skewered her cunt so deeply and fully.

Yet, despite the ache, she didn't care.

The discomfort was swallowed by the rising tide of pleasure that flooded her senses.

She let her body speak without hesitation, surrendering to the overwhelming sensation.

Her movements grew more fluid, more confident.

Diana looked breathtaking—wild and untamed—her hips rising and falling in slow, deliberate rhythms.

The fire in her eyes matched the heat of her skin, the flushed glow on her cheeks.

Each thrust sent ripples of raw desire through her, and soon her breath caught in ragged gasps.

Her moans spilled into the night, growing louder and more desperate.

She no longer cared if anyone heard her; the world had narrowed down to the pounding of her heart and the burning need coursing through her veins.

"Ahhhhh…"

"Ohhhhh…"

"Ben…"

Her voice was low, husky, and dripping with seduction, a sweet melody that filled the cool night air.

But far from being alone, Diana and Riley's intimate moment had unwittingly become the centerpiece of a hidden audience.

Around them, shadows shifted as spies and cultivators who had been watching from afar exchanged shocked whispers.

"What the fuck! Is this actually happening?" one hissed, eyes wide with disbelief.

"They're fucking—right here, right now!" another breathed, barely able to contain his excitement. "This is huge news!"

"The maiden of Milfwood… turned out to be a slut for that masked man," murmured another, half in awe, half in scorn.

They all knew Diana's reputation—her fierce pride, her deadly skill.

The stories of her strength and independence were well known among the cultivators.

No one had ever dared to challenge her openly, for fear of brutal retaliation.

And yet, here she was, completely undone by the man beside her, her innocence surrendered so openly and brazenly.

The spies exchanged glances, realizing that confrontation was futile.

They could not match her power, nor could they undo what they had just witnessed.

So, they stayed hidden in the shadows, captivated by the forbidden scene unfolding before them.

Some leaned closer, their breaths shallow, unable to tear their eyes—or ears—away from the night's scandalous symphony.

In that moment, Diana's moans rang like a defiant anthem, an unspoken challenge to anyone who dared judge her.

She was hers and his, unashamed and unbreakable.

"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful," Riley murmured, his voice thick with desire as he gazed up at the wild woman riding him.

Diana leaned back slowly, arching her back just enough for him to see how her wetness glistened, stretching and clinging tightly around his thick cock.

The abundant white sheen coating him was undeniable proof of her deep arousal, a silent confession of the pleasure they shared in that moment.

For any man, there was no greater pride than to watch his woman surrender so fully, riding him with abandon and craving.

Her moans filled the room—soft, seductive, and utterly intoxicating.

Every breath she took seemed to set his senses aflame, her body moving with a sensual rhythm that spoke of raw hunger and exquisite need.

Her curves gleamed with a delicate sheen of sweat as she gyrated over his thick, hard cock, grinding herself against him with growing urgency.

Riley's hands roamed her flawless skin, tracing the dips of her waist, the swell of her hips, and the delicate curve of her back, holding her close but giving her the freedom to lead this dance of passion.

The heat between them grew with each passing second, the world shrinking down to the two of them and the fire that burned inside.

Diana's breath came faster, hitching with each stroke, her moans growing louder and more desperate as she neared the edge.

Riley could feel the tightness of her muscles clenching around him, the delicious pressure building as she spiraled toward climax.

"Ben… I'm coming. I'm coming!" she screamed, her voice raw and broken with pleasure.

Her entire body trembled as she shuddered violently atop him, swirling in waves of release that washed over her again and again.

Riley held her firmly, matching her rhythm as she rode the waves of ecstasy, their bodies moving as one in perfect harmony.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still—two souls entwined, lost in a bliss that transcended words and reason.

And as Diana's cries echoed in his ears, Riley knew that this moment, this wild, beautiful surrender, was theirs alone.

Afterwards, Riley began to move with deliberate intent, sensing the delicate thread that tethered Diana to the edge of ecstasy and determined to keep her there as long as possible.

His hips shifted with a slow, measured rhythm at first—deep, commanding thrusts that filled her completely and drew soft, breathless moans from her lips.

The heat between them burned brighter with every movement, a fierce fire fueled by their shared desire.

Gradually, Riley's pace quickened, his powerful strokes driving deeper and harder, sending waves of pleasure rippling through Diana's body.

She clung to him, her nails digging into his broad shoulders as her breath hitched and caught in her throat.

Every inch he claimed sent sparks of electricity coursing through her nerves, igniting her senses until her body trembled with anticipation.

He wasn't just making love—he was consuming her, utterly and completely. Riley pushed past all limits, his every motion designed to overwhelm her, to drown her in sensation.

Diana's cries grew louder, raw and desperate, as aftershocks of orgasm crashed over her again and again.

Riley held her steady through it all, matching her intensity and refusing to relent.

Time lost meaning as they moved together—two bodies locked in a fierce, passionate battle for bliss.

Riley didn't stop until Diana was utterly spent, her body shuddering beneath him, soaked in sweat and trembling with exhaustion.

Even then, his grip was tender, his whispered words full of reverence for the woman who had given herself so freely and fiercely.