My Xianxia Harem Life

"Wow…" Diana let out a deep, shaky breath as her eyes fluttered open.

Morning sunlight streamed through the half-closed curtains, casting golden light across the rumpled sheets and tangled limbs.

Her body ached—not with pain, but with the echo of intense pleasure that still pulsed through her like a memory burned into her very bones.

She blinked slowly, disoriented for a moment, and then everything came rushing back.

Last night.

Ben.

She had thought the effects of the aphrodisiac the other night had clouded her judgment and exaggerated the sensations—twisting her into a mess of need and heat.

But now, without the haze of any drug dulling or enhancing her senses, the truth became startlingly clear: it hadn't been the potion that made it feel so good.

It was Ben.

Being with him, fully present, in complete control of her mind and body—there was no comparing it.

His every touch had sparked a reaction from her, a raw and primal need she hadn't even known she could feel.

She had expected it to be pleasurable, sure, but manageable.

She had braced herself for the possibility that her mind would be satisfied while her body remained stubbornly unaffected.

She was dead wrong.

Riley had taken her to heights she didn't think were possible. It was like every inch of her skin had been kissed by lightning.

Her body had trembled, twisted, surrendered—crying out for more even when she had nothing left to give.

Her pussy had ached, overstimulated and slick for hours, and still he didn't stop.

Her moans had echoed off the walls.

Her legs had locked around him so many times she lost count.

He had ruined her in the best way possible.

They had made love—no, they had fucked, passionately and unrelentingly—for nearly seven hours.

When they finally collapsed in each other's arms, drenched in sweat and satisfaction, the world outside was already bright with morning.

Now, with the sheets clinging to her sticky, spent skin, she could feel the faint soreness between her thighs, the ache in her hips, and the dull throb of a body that had been pushed to its limit.

And yet, she felt fulfilled. Content. Glowing.

She turned her head—and there he was.

Riley lay on his side beside her, one arm tucked under his head, a slow grin spreading across his face as he watched her stir.

"You're awake now… good," he said, voice low and rough with sleep and something far more primal.

"I want more."

Her eyes widened.

"Ben!" she gasped, using the nickname she'd teased him with the night before, half in warning and half in disbelief.

But her protest never had the chance to form properly.

Because before she could say another word, Riley had rolled on top of her, lips crushing against hers in a searing kiss that made her toes curl.

A few seconds later, her moans filled the air again—unrestrained, helpless.

Her body responded instantly, greedily, as though it had been waiting for him this entire time.

She knew then that she wasn't getting out of bed anytime soon.

This was going to be a very long day.

The two of them made love all day—and again throughout the night.

Their bodies, once separate and reserved, had become one fluid rhythm of desire and closeness.

They only paused to eat, to catch their breath, to wash away the sweat and fluids that clung to their skin, before returning to one another like magnets drawn back by a force stronger than reason.

What started as physical lust had turned into something deeper—raw and intimate.

A dance of trust and vulnerability.

"Ahhhh…"

"Ohhhh…"

"Ughhhh…"

Diana's moans echoed through the cavernous space they had taken shelter in.

At first, she had tried to hold back, embarrassed by how vocal she could be—but not anymore.

She was loud. Unapologetic. Wild.

She had surrendered fully to the pleasure Riley gave her, and there was no shame in the way she cried out his name or dug her nails into his back when he pushed her over the edge again and again.

She wasn't shy anymore.

Not with him.

Every time his hands traced her skin, every time his lips found her neck, her chest, her core—she trembled.

Not with fear, but anticipation.

The mere sight of him undressing was enough to make her breath catch and her thighs clench.

It was addictive. Exhilarating. And she no longer pretended she didn't crave it.

She wanted him.

Needed him.

Again and again.

And he gave himself to her completely, just as she did to him.

What surprised her the most was how natural it felt.

Like their bodies had known each other for lifetimes.

As if fate had finally guided her into the arms of the one person who could touch her soul as deeply as he touched her body.

They made love in the early mornings, beneath the soft blue light of dawn.

They made love under waterfalls, their moans drowned in the roar of cascading waters.

They did it under the stars, on mossy stones, in the safety of hidden groves—where their naked bodies shimmered in moonlight, tangled in passion.

They did it lazily and gently sometimes, and other times, fast and hard, driven by animalistic desire.

But no matter how they came together, it was always them.

Always something more than lust.

During the day, they continued their search for treasures, exploring the forgotten ruins and secret vaults of the land and slaughtering monsters of course.

They found enchanted scrolls, spirit stones, long-lost relics—fragments of ancient power.

But even as they explored the mysteries of the world, Diana's thoughts would wander to the man beside her.

She would catch herself staring at Riley when he wasn't looking.

Admiring the way his shirt clung to his chest, how his eyes sparkled with confidence and mischief, how he always reached for her hand without even thinking.

It wasn't just physical anymore. It had become something much greater.

One week passed in a blur of heat and emotion.

And by the end of it, Diana couldn't lie to herself anymore.

She couldn't imagine a day without Riley. A night without him holding her close.

She had lived for thousands of years—seen empires rise and fall, watched peoples bloom and die, endured solitude that stretched through centuries—but nothing in her eternal life had ever made her feel the way he did.

She wasn't just infatuated.

She was in love.

Hopelessly, madly, desperately in love with him.

She had tasted countless pleasures over her long existence, but this—this bond—was different.

He didn't just touch her body.

He touched the core of who she was, reaching into places she had long buried beneath layers of strength and solitude.

And now that she had him… she would never let him go.

Diana clenched her fists quietly as she watched him sleep that night, his chest rising and falling beside her.

She leaned down, gently brushing her lips against his shoulder.

"I'll protect you," she whispered. "No matter what."

She would fight for this love. Kill for it. Live for it.

No matter what darkness awaited them in the days ahead… she would stand by his side.

Together, they would grow stronger. Together, they would defy fate itself.

And as Riley stirred and pulled her back into his arms with a soft, sleepy murmur, Diana smiled.

This wasn't just pleasure anymore.

This was her future.

***

"It's time to go," Riley said, his eyes fixed on the jagged tear in the sky—a glowing rift that shimmered like a wound in the fabric of reality.

"Yes! Finally! I've been so bored waiting here, husband," one of his wives exclaimed with a huff, crossing her arms, though a playful glint danced in her eyes.

"I know," Riley replied with a grin. "We leave in ten minutes."

True to his word, ten minutes later, Riley stood at the forefront, surrounded by his wives, all of them prepared and eager.

Without further delay, he led them toward the swirling rift.

As they rose into the air, wind whipping around them, he cast one last glance at the world below.

Of course, Riley wasn't reckless. Long before this moment, he had taken careful precautions.

Outside, in the real world, he had stationed numerous clones—each one a watchful sentinel.

In the event of an emergency, they could act instantly, either to retrieve him or to create an escape route as they switched places with him.

And if danger came from within the secret realm itself?

He was prepared for that too.

Deep within his personal arsenal lay the Void Sanctuary—a pocket dimension under his full control.

At the first sign of peril, he could instantly whisk his wives away into its safety, out of reach from any threat.

There, time moved differently, and none could follow unless he allowed it.

With all contingencies in place, and every safety measure accounted for, Riley gave the signal.

Together, he and his wives soared upward, cutting through the clouds like arrows of light.

In the next breath, they vanished into the rift, swallowed by the radiant tear in the sky—disappearing into the unknown depths of the secret realm.

Whatever lay ahead, Riley was ready.