My Xianxia Harem Life

Eve had given herself to him tonight, fully and without restraint, and Riley had taken everything she offered… and more.

Hours passed.

They changed positions again and again, bodies slick with sweat and desire.

He took her from above, from behind, sitting, standing, holding her suspended midair like she weighed nothing at all.

She had lost count of how many times she came. Her body was raw, her voice gone, but her heart was full.

Finally—after what felt like an eternity—Riley slowed.

Eve lay sprawled acRiley the bed, her body covered in red marks and faint love bites.

Her hair was a wild mess, her lips swollen from kisses, her thighs trembling with the aftershocks of her last orgasm.

She was breathless, boneless, utterly spent.

Riley slid beside her, pulling her close, cradling her in his arms.

His cock was still hard against her leg, but he was satisfied for now.

He kissed her forehead gently, a rare tenderness in his eyes as he looked at her sleeping face.

Eve let out a soft sigh and curled into him instinctively, her cheek resting against his chest.

A tiny snore slipped from her lips as she finally drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Riley watched her for a moment longer, running his fingers through her hair.

She had come to him willingly.

And now, she was his.

He closed his eyes, holding her close as the night finally gave way to silence.

The house was still. The storm had passed.

But the mark of what had happened tonight would linger.

In her body.

In his memory.

And in the bond they had just begun to forge in sweat, in desire… and something dangerously real and precious.

When Riley and Eve returned to his massive mansion, the atmosphere shifted instantly.

The moment they stepped through the grand double doors, all eyes turned to them—and in those eyes were smiles, mischief, and unmistakable knowing.

Eve's cheeks were rosy, her hair tousled from the wind—or maybe from more passionate moments—and her hand stayed firmly in Riley's.

She didn't let go, and he didn't either.

He walked beside her with the quiet confidence of a man who had just claimed something precious.

And everyone noticed.

"Well, well, well…" one of Riley's wives drawled as she strolled over with a grin. "I smell a new wedding on the horizon."

A few gasps and chuckles filled the room.

"Me too," said another wife, folding her arms and nodding with mock seriousness.

"But more than that, I'm just so happy for Eve. She's been vying for Riley's attention for a long time—she never gave up, and now look at her."

Eve blushed deeper, ducking her head slightly as she smiled.

She wasn't used to being the center of attention like this, but she couldn't hide the happiness bubbling inside her.

The warmth in their words—their support—meant more than she expected.

Another of Riley's wives leaned against the armrest of a luxurious velvet chair, eyes twinkling as she turned to him.

"So…" she said slyly, "who's going to be next, my dear husband?"

That question caused an eruption of laughter.

Even the servants paused in their duties to smile, and the younger women—those who weren't married to Riley yet but clearly harbored hopes—covered their mouths with their hands, cheeks turning bright red.

They exchanged glances with one another, flustered but giddy.

"Maybe it's a good daoist we know so well," one teased, nudging her friend.

"Me? I-I don't think so!" Someone stammered, blushing furiously, though the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her excitement.

"Well, I think we should let Riley rest for a night," another wife joked, giggling.

"Let the man breathe—he just brought a new woman to bed!"

The entire room was alive with joy and affection.

There was no bitterness, no jealousy—just laughter, teasing, and the shared bond of women who had, in their own ways, walked the same path and found a place by Riley's side.

Eve was pulled gently into the fold.

One of the wives took her hand and sat her down, brushing her hair affectionately from her face.

"You're glowing, Eve," she said softly. "He made you feel special, didn't he?"

Eve bit her lip and nodded. "He did… more than I ever thought possible."

That simple confession earned her a round of affectionate "awws" and approving smiles.

For the first time, she didn't feel like the outsider anymore. She belonged.

She was one of them now.

And Riley, standing nearby with a calm smile on his face, watched it all unfold with quiet satisfaction.

This wasn't just a harem. This was a home. A family.

And it was growing stronger with every woman who entered it.

Just a few days after the celebration, a breathtaking wedding was held at Riley's estate—a grand event that felt more like a festival than a ceremony.

The entire mansion was adorned with fresh flowers, flowing silks, and golden lights that flickered into the evening sky like stars.

Guests from all over the region gathered to witness the occasion, not only for the magnificence of the event, but because it was Riley—the man known for his strength, wealth, and presence—finally marrying the woman who had quietly loved him from the shadows for so long.

Eve, dressed in a flowing white gown that shimmered with each step she took, walked toward her groom with tears in her eyes and a radiant smile on her face.

She had waited so long for this moment—not with bitterness, but with hope.

And now, standing at the center of it all, hand in hand with Riley, she finally had the love she had dreamed of.

The vows they exchanged were simple, but deeply personal.

When Riley looked into her eyes and promised to treasure her forever, there wasn't a single dry eye in the room.

And when Eve said she had loved him long before he ever knew her name, even the other wives felt their hearts flutter.

This was not a rivalry. This was a family growing.

And once the final cheers had echoed, once the last of the confetti had settled, Riley did something none of the other wives expected: he swept Eve away for a full month—just the two of them.

No mansion, no obligations, no distractions.

A private honeymoon.

Their journey was nothing short of magical.

They traveled far and wide, exploring the corners of the continent that few dared to go.

They wandered through enchanted forests where ancient trees whispered in the wind, crossed golden plains under vast skies, and sailed across crystal-blue seas where dolphins followed their boat like old friends.

In a quiet, secluded glade surrounded by towering pines, Riley laid Eve down on a bed of moss and kissed her like she was the only woman in the world.

They made love there, under the open sky, their bodies warmed by the sun and cooled by the soft breeze.

Later, they dove into the ocean's embrace, laughing as the waves crashed around them.

Underwater, they kissed and touched, and when they surfaced, their laughter echoed across the water.

They made love in the sea, wild and free, tangled together beneath the waves, hearts pounding in time with the rhythm of the tides.

They bathed in hot springs under the stars, their naked forms hidden in the steam as they whispered sweet nothings and shared secrets they'd never told anyone else.

They laid by the fire on cold mountain nights, wrapped in furs, their bodies pressed close as Riley kissed the tips of Eve's fingers one by one.

Everywhere they went, they found new ways to fall in love all over again.

Riley wasn't just her husband now—he was her world. And Eve gave him everything.

Her trust. Her body. Her heart.

As the days passed, their bond only deepened. There were no interruptions, no jealous glances, no courtly obligations.

Just the two of them—man and wife, lovers and companions, soulmates at last.

It was a dream neither wanted to wake from.

And yet, as all things do, the honeymoon eventually came to an end.

When they returned to the mansion, the gates were thrown wide in welcome.

The household staff stood in neat rows, smiling.

The wives gathered on the grand steps, waving and laughing, already prepared with flowers and warm embraces.

They looked different—more grounded, maybe a little envious, but mostly joyful.

Because they could see it in Eve's face. She had been transformed.

Gone was the girl who waited quietly for affection. In her place was a woman who had been truly loved, body and soul.

"There they are!" one of the wives called, running forward with a bouquet of gardenias. "Back from their legendary honeymoon!"

"Legendary is right," another giggled. "I heard they made love in every location they visited—forests, beaches, even hot springs. The whole continent's whispering about them."

"I think I speak for all of us when I say: damn, I'm jealous," a third joked, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

Everyone was excited to know what happened.