My Xianxia Harem Life

And Riley, of course, did not disappoint.

He began slow—teasing, almost torturous—each thrust deep and deliberate as he let Fiona feel every inch of his thick cock sliding inside her.

He watched closely as her body trembled beneath him, her breath catching with every push.

Her soft, wet walls clenched around him so tightly it nearly drove him mad.

"Pak!

Pak!

Pak!"

The rhythmic sound of his hips meeting hers echoed through the room, a steady beat of desire building between them.

Riley growled low in his throat as he felt just how good she felt wrapped around him.

Her warmth, her tightness—it was more than he imagined, more than enough to make any man lose control.

And yet, he wanted to savor it, to make this unforgettable for the both of them.

Fiona's face was a portrait of pure, unrestrained bliss.

Her head was thrown back, mouth open as moans slipped from her lips in waves.

Her eyes fluttered shut, unable to hold back the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her.

Her flushed cheeks, the way her body arched to meet his every thrust—it was a vision of lust and surrender.

Seeing her like that, so vulnerable yet so consumed with ecstasy, only made Riley harder.

A growl escaped him as he leaned in closer, planting a hot kiss on her neck before whispering into her ear,

"You feel too damn good, Fiona... I'm not going to stop."

And he didn't.

His pace increased, hips moving in a blur as he pounded into her with relentless hunger.

Each stroke was deeper, harder, slamming into her with a force that left her crying out again and again.

"Ahhhhhh…"

"Ohhhhhh…"

"Ughhhhh…"

Fiona's sweet voice echoed in the air, a beautiful symphony of moans and gasps that urged Riley on.

Every cry, every whimper, was like fuel to his fire.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him, overwhelmed by the pleasure he was giving her.

She was lost in it—lost in him.

It didn't take long for Fiona to react.

Her body, initially overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensations, began to move on instinct.

Little by little, her hips started to respond to Riley's rhythm—tentative at first, but quickly gaining confidence.

She met each of his deep thrusts with her own, grinding and rocking beneath him, fucking herself on his thick cock with growing urgency.

The slick, wet sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, blending with her breathy moans and his low grunts.

Her pink pussy was now soaked with arousal, her love juices spilling out in abundance, dripping down her thighs and onto the sheets below.

The constant wetness made it easier for Riley to pound her harder, faster, deeper—each thrust now gliding effortlessly into her.

And the wetter she became, the more intense it all felt.

Their flesh met with sticky, loud slaps that echoed in the room, each one more lewd and thrilling than the last. Sаmplе frоm Мy Virtuаl Librаry Еmpirе—rеаd mоrе оn М&VLЕМРY&R.

Her body was alive with heat, her nerves on fire, her mind caught between shock and bliss.

"It feels so good, Riley… ahhhh…" Fiona moaned again, her voice trembling with pleasure, soft and melodic like a love song meant only for him.

Her arms clung tightly around his neck as she arched her back, pushing her breasts against his chest.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him in place as if afraid he might leave her in this overwhelming moment of pleasure.

Her whole body welcomed him, surrendering to the ecstasy that was rapidly building inside her.

Riley smiled against her skin, nuzzling the curve of her neck as he continued thrusting into her with powerful, purposeful strokes.

Her words, her moans, the way she moved—everything about her screamed of innocence meeting desire for the first time.

And it was driving him wild.

Her tightness was incredible.

Every time he pushed in, it felt like her pussy was trying to memorize the shape of him, squeezing him in just the right way.

Her warmth, her wetness, her natural reactions—all of it was unlike anything he'd experienced.

He could feel her body learning him, adapting to him, and that made it all the more thrilling.

So this is what she's like… he thought. A woman's first time… all for me. You're mine, Fiona.

He kissed her cheek, her temple, then her lips—long, slow kisses that contrasted with the savage pace of his hips.

His voice came in a low whisper, filled with hunger and care.

"You're doing so well, Fiona… I can feel everything. You're amazing."

Fiona could barely answer. She just nodded, eyes half-closed and glazed with bliss, her mouth open as quiet moans spilled out again and again.

Her body trembled beneath him, every inch of her caught in the storm of pleasure he stirred inside her.

Her nails scratched lightly down his back as her hips moved faster, more frantic, driven by an instinct to chase that rising peak inside her.

And Riley? He was fully lost in her. He loved how new everything was to her.

He loved being the first to show her this, to guide her through it, to claim her in this deeply intimate way.

There was something primal in knowing he was the only man to have felt her like this—something possessive, something deeply satisfying.

For the first time, she truly understood

He wrapped his arms around her tighter, his voice low and breathless.

"Let me show you more, Fiona… all of it. Don't hold back."

And she didn't.

As her moans grew louder and her body began to shake, it was clear Fiona was approaching the edge—and Riley was right there with her, ready to take her over it again and again.

Within just a few minutes, Fiona was already spiraling toward her first climax.

Every thrust from Riley's thick, pulsing cock pushed her further into ecstasy, her nerves igniting like wildfire.

The stretch, the friction, the overwhelming fullness—it all blended into a sensation that was too powerful to resist.

Her legs tightened around his waist, her nails dug into his back, and her cries grew louder with every pounding stroke.

Her body was no longer hers—it was his. He was claiming her, overwhelming her, making her feel things she had never dreamed were possible.

"Riley—I'm coming! I'm coming!" Fiona screamed, her voice trembling, cracked with pleasure.

And then it hit her.

Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, making her back arch violently off the bed as her pussy clenched around him with an iron grip.

A flood of warmth poured from her, soaking them both.

Her inner walls pulsed and fluttered, desperate to milk every drop from the man inside her.

The sheer intensity of her climax left her trembling, her eyes wide in shock as her body convulsed beneath him.

Riley groaned, deep and guttural, as her tight, spasming cunt squeezed him hard—too hard. It was more than enough to push him over the edge.

With one final, brutal thrust, he slammed himself deep into her and held there, his body tensing as he came hard.

Thick ropes of hot cum burst from him, filling Fiona's tight pussy until it couldn't hold any more.

It spilled out around his cock, mixing with her own juices and creating a hot, sticky mess that soaked the sheets beneath them.

Their joined fluids dripped down her thighs, pooling on the bed, but neither of them noticed.

They were too far gone.

Riley didn't stop—not immediately.

Even after his climax, he kept moving, slower now, rolling his hips in smooth, deep thrusts as he helped Fiona ride out every wave of her orgasm.

She was still shaking beneath him, her moans turning into soft gasps as her body twitched from the aftershocks.

He loved the way she clenched around him with each pulse, how sensitive she was now, how utterly wrecked she looked beneath him.

This... this is what it meant to be hers. And to have her be his.

By the time he finally slowed to a stop, Fiona was gasping for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she lay sprawled out beneath him—sweaty, flushed, and dazed.

Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes glassy, her entire body boneless and limp.

She looked like a woman who had just been thoroughly, completely claimed.

Fiona blinked up at him, still trying to catch her breath. Her voice was barely more than a whisper as she said, "I didn't know it could feel like that…"

Riley leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against her lips before whispering, "And that's only the beginning."

He smiled, knowing there was so much more he wanted to show her… and the night was far from over

Pak

Pak

Pak

Riley continued making love to Fiona for hours, never rushing, always attentive, guiding her through every wave of pleasure.

He showed her everything—every position, every touch, every sensation she had only ever witnessed before with his other wives.

Now, it was her turn to feel it all, to be cherished, adored, and fully claimed as his.

By the time the night finally came to a gentle end, Fiona lay in his arms, her body exhausted and thoroughly satisfied.

A warm, peaceful smile played on her lips as she drifted off to sleep, her heart full and her mind swimming in bliss.

For the first time, she truly understood what it meant to be loved by Riley.