My Xianxia Harem Life

Riley went out and ate as usual, his appetite as strong as the day before. But he wasn’t prepared for what happened next.

”Hmm? It looks like you’ve got quite the feast here, Elder Riley. Why didn’t you invite me earlier?” A familiar, sweet voice rang out.

Riley turned around to see Daoist Midnight Lotus, dressed in her signature black dress. His gaze immediately fell on her ample bosom—so bouncy and well-endowed, it was hard to ignore.

The memory of how it had felt to touch her still lingered, and he couldn’t help but gulp with desire.

The disciples, noticing the change in his expression, began to whisper among themselves.

”That’s Daoist Midnight Lotus!”

”She seems super close with Elder Riley.”

”Are they… more than just friends?”

Each one had their own ideas, but Riley was too distracted to pay any attention.

”I was just about to call for you, Daoist Midnight Lotus. Please, sit down and eat. There’s plenty more where this came from,” Riley replied, trying to regain his composure.

Elder Michael and the other disciples greeted her, but she merely nodded in acknowledgment. Her eyes were fixed on Riley, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Even a blind man could see there was something more than friendship between Elder Riley and Daoist Midnight Lotus.

The two ate and made small talk, and their interaction was quite harmonious. Riley then resumed his special training, with Katherine staying to watch him closely.

”Weird. Why do I feel like you’re doing more than just throwing pebbles at our disciples?” Katherine asked, her eyes studying him.

”That’s because I am. Your eyes are just too dull to see it right now,” Riley responded candidly.

”Oh? Are you implying that a Golden Core expert has better eyesight than a Nascent Soul powerhouse? That’s a bold claim, Elder Riley,” Katherine said, smiling in amusement.

”I remember earlier this morning when I demonstrated how that’s possible, Daoist Midnight Lotus,” Riley remarked, a subtle smirk tugging at his lips.

Katherine’s face flushed with a fierce blush, and she had no response. What Riley said was indeed true, and the memory of that moment lingered in her mind.

She lay on the bed, her legs spread willingly for the first man who had mounted her so hard and long, his touch a potent force indeed.

They continued with their playful banter as Riley threw small rocks at the slackers during their training.

Truth be told, he had little concern for his disciples failing, given the effectiveness of his rigorous training regimen leading up to the tournament.

Just like the day before, their training session wrapped up at midnight.

Riley and Katherine moved into his room, the silence between them pregnant with unspoken desires. The door closed, and within that enclosed space, only their raw, untamed selves were exposed.

The air crackled with a potent energy, a tangible current of unspoken longing.

”Hmmmm...” a low moan, a shared understanding, a silent acknowledgment of the passion simmering beneath the surface.

Their kiss ignited, a whirlwind of fervent tenderness and primal need, lasting more than a minute before Riley’s hands found purchase on Katherine’s luscious hips.

With surprising ease, he lifted her, her long, sweet legs wrapping around his waist with a knowing grace. They found their way back onto the bed, the rhythm of their bodies a familiar, comforting dance.

Another moment, and their lips parted, releasing a sigh that was more than just breath.

”Take me, Riley. I can’t hold back anymore. All day, all I’ve thought about is... even when we’re just talking, when we’re in the world outside, this... this feeling... I don’t know what’s happening to me,” Katherine confessed, the hardened exterior that she usually maintained crumbling before Riley’s eyes.

A vulnerability flickered in her eyes, a glimpse of the woman hidden beneath the layers of societal expectations.

”All in good time, Katherine,” Riley replied, his voice a low, husky murmur. He stood, his golden robes falling away with a soft rustle, and Katherine, mirroring his movement, followed suit.

They were naked beneath the soft glow of the candlelight, their bodies intertwined, their desires raw and unadulterated.

”Make me feel good,” Riley commanded, his stance powerful, his eyes locking onto Katherine’s. Her gaze was drawn to his large, hard cock, now throbbing with arousal, a magnificent sight in the dim light.

The sight sent shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her that she couldn’t contain.

”I don’t know what to do,” Katherine whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes locked on his, a mixture of fear and anticipation in their depths.

Her desire was almost palpable, a tangible force that drew them both in. She was utterly captivated by the sight, lost in the sheer power and beauty of the moment.

She was a prisoner of desire, a captive of the intoxicating energy between them.

”It’s not hard. Just practice,” Riley replied, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

He watched as Katherine’s gaze lingered on his arousal, a hint of hesitation in her eyes, quickly replaced by a burgeoning desire.

She hesitantly placed her hands on his large cock, her touch light at first, then gradually increasing in intensity and confidence.

”It’s so big. I still can’t quite wrap my head around the fact that this whole thing was inside me earlier this morning. It feels... unbelievable, that something so... powerful could happen,” Katherine murmured, her voice a soft sigh.

Her eyes held a spark of lingering arousal, a memory still vividly imprinted in her mind from their earlier passionate encounter.

A blush crept up her neck, a visible sign of the potent emotions coursing through her.

”It did,” Riley murmured, a low rumble in his chest, enjoying the sensation of Katherine’s exploration. Her touch, initially hesitant, quickly became confident and deliberate.

She moved her hands rhythmically, tracing the contours of his arousal. Then, her touch changed, becoming more exploratory, more focused.

She leaned in, her lips hovering over his large, swollen balls.

A tentative lick, a barely perceptible brush of her tongue against the sensitive skin, then a more deliberate, thorough kiss, exploring each sensitive part with focused intensity.

Her lips moved with a sensual rhythm, a symphony of desire playing out on his skin. Each kiss, each lick, a testament to her burgeoning confidence and undeniable passion.

She was no longer hesitant; she was fully immersed in the moment, a force of nature unleashed.