My Xianxia Harem Life

Riley touched them both—one with his hands, the other with his mouth—and suddenly everything was heat and breath and tangled limbs. He fucked them together, his strength and hunger unrelenting.

Thea moaned as Clara gasped; Clara cried in pleasure as Riley drove into her from behind. Their bodies moved in rhythm, in sync, as if all three had done this countless times before.

It was chaos. It was beautiful. It was unforgettable and great.

That night, in Clara's room, pleasure had no rules—only shared desire.

It went without saying that the night stretched long for the three of them—filled with passion, whispers, and tangled limbs under the sheets.

But more than just physical release, it marked a silent turning point in their relationship. From that point onward, nights like this would no longer be rare or accidental.

They were now part of a new rhythm in Riley's life—one where the women closest to him would have to learn to coexist, to share, and perhaps even to bond through the man they all loved in their own ways.

Riley was no ordinary man, and the life he led was far from simple. With more than one woman bound to him—some by love, others by circumstance or desire—it was inevitable that Clara and Thea would eventually cross paths with the rest.

Clara, for her part, had already gone through this journey.

She had faced the uncertainty, the jealousy, the aching need for exclusivity—and had come out the other side stronger, more grounded, and with a deeper understanding of Riley and her place in his world.

But for Thea, it was all still new. The lingering warmth of Riley's embrace that night was both comforting and confusing.

The idea of sharing a man—of having to divide his time, his love, his body—was a difficult truth to digest.

Yet even in the midst of that discomfort, there was something else: a strange sense of thrill, of challenge. Could she truly embrace this life?

Could she find strength not just in Riley's affection, but also in navigating the bonds with the other women he held close?

Only time would tell, but one thing was certain—this was no longer a relationship defined by traditional rules. Far from that in fact.

From now on, Thea would be walking a path paved with desire, complexity, and connection—one that Clara had already taken steps on, and that Riley, with his magnetic presence and open heart, made irresistibly easy to follow.

***

A whole month passed in the blink of an eye, and the day everyone had been waiting for finally arrived. The preparations for Riley's wedding had been nothing short of legendary—cultivators and nobles alike had contributed, and entire clans had sent gifts to curry favor.

Rumors had spread far and wide, and now that the moment was here, people from across the region had gathered to witness what many were calling the most prestigious union of the decade.

Everyone wanted to see it. They wanted to be a part of it. And they couldn't be blamed also since the name of Riley Mason rang loudly all over the continent now.

"I still can't believe it… Master Riley is marrying not one, not two, but three women!" a young man whispered excitedly to his friend, eyes darting toward the entrance of the grand ceremonial hall.

"And not just any women," his friend replied, equally awestruck. "They're all incredibly beautiful—each one like a goddess from a fairy tale."

"Tsk, tsk. Don't be so naïve," muttered an elderly cultivator nearby, stroking his long beard with a knowing smile.

"This is expected. For powerful cultivators like Master Riley, marrying multiple women is only natural. Strength attracts admiration, and admiration leads to loyalty. It's not about luck—it's destiny."

"I know, but still… what a life," the younger man sighed, half-jealous and half-in awe. "Master Riley is truly blessed."

The crowd continued to murmur and gossip, their voices blending into a rising hum of anticipation. Dozens of sect leaders, clan elders, high-ranking officials, and elite disciples stood proudly in their robes, all invited to witness the occasion.

Golden spiritual lanterns floated lazily above, illuminating the courtyard in a warm, ethereal glow.

Musicians played instruments imbued with spiritual energy, sending melodies cascading through the air like divine whispers. Sacred beasts, tamed and dressed in ceremonial garb, stood at the edges of the stage as symbols of prosperity and protection.

Then, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived.

A gong sounded, and the ceremonial gates opened. From within emerged Riley, dressed in golden wedding robes embroidered with celestial dragons.

His aura was calm yet overwhelming, a natural magnet that drew every eye to him. He walked slowly, but with purpose, every step echoing the authority he had earned through strength, charisma, and leadership. He looked like a divine prince descending from the heavens, chosen by fate itself.

Cheers erupted from the crowd—but even that was soon silenced when the three brides stepped into view.

Thea appeared first, her gown a soft, flowing white laced with silver threads. Her natural beauty was highlighted by subtle makeup and a delicate crystal tiara nestled in her hair.

She radiated gentle grace, her eyes filled with a quiet but unwavering resolve. Clara followed beside her, her dress adorned with golden lotus patterns.

Confident, proud, and elegant, she wore her role like a queen, her chin slightly lifted as if daring the world to challenge Riley's choice.

And then came Fiona, whose demure expression and soft lavender veil gave her an ethereal, otherworldly charm.

Her hands trembled slightly as she walked, but her gaze never wavered—focused solely on the man waiting for her at the altar.

The three women stood before Riley, each of them a vision of beauty, strength, and character in their own unique way. The crowd was silent—awed, perhaps even humbled—by the harmony of such a sight.

A revered elder from the Heaven's Grace Sect stepped forward to officiate. His voice boomed across the plaza, filled with spiritual resonance as he chanted the ancient rites.

Runes floated in the air, encircling the couple in symbols of unity, love, and fate. As each bride took her turn to step forward and join hands with Riley, a brilliant flash of light surged into the sky—signaling that a powerful soul-bond had been formed.

After the vows were complete, the cheers returned, louder than ever. Petals rained from above as spiritual cranes circled the sky.

Fireworks of qi burst like stars, filling the heavens with color. The air shimmered with energy, and for that one moment, it truly felt as if the world had paused to honor this union.

The banquet that followed was extravagant beyond measure. Tables stretched endlessly, covered in delicacies from every corner of the continent—jade wine, phoenix meat, spirit fruits, and desserts that melted in the mouth like clouds. Musicians played, dancers performed, and blessings flowed from honored guests, each one trying to outdo the last in flattery and gift-giving.

Riley remained composed, the picture of strength and serenity. But beneath the surface, even he felt the weight of the moment.

He looked at his brides, who now sat beside him at the head table—each with her own thoughts, her own emotions, her own place in his heart.

And though the day had been long, and the night still young, it was only the beginning of a new chapter in their lives—one filled with challenges, passion, and the intertwining fates of four souls bound by more than just love.

The festivities stretched well into the night, with laughter, music, and celebration echoing across the estate.

But when the final lanterns dimmed and the grand doors finally closed behind them, leaving Riley alone with his three new wives in their private chamber, the atmosphere shifted completely.

The joyful noise of the wedding faded into silence, replaced by something quieter, more intimate—and far more complex.

Clara and Thea seemed calm, their expressions composed, perhaps even expectant. Both had shared intimate moments with Riley before, and though the occasion was still special, they were no strangers to his touch. But for Fiona, it was an entirely different experience.

She sat slightly apart from the others, her posture rigid, her hands clenched tightly in her lap. Her eyes, though lowered, flickered with unease.

Riley had yet to lay a hand on her, and the unfamiliarity of this moment—combined with the fact that she was expected to share it with two other women—made her feel exposed in more ways than one.

The tension in her body was unmistakable, and entirely understandable.

Riley noticed it, of course. He had seen it before—the anxiety, the hesitance, the storm of thoughts running behind a composed face. He didn't rush. He had no intention of claiming anyone with force or urgency. This night was about trust, not just consummation.

He moved slowly, gently, offering small gestures to break the ice—quiet words, a warm touch, a reassuring smile.

He reached for each of them, not with dominance, but with care. Clara responded naturally, and Thea followed with a soft breath, her gaze flicking to Fiona with unspoken encouragement.

Riley approached Fiona last, his voice low and steady as he took her hand. "We take this at your pace," he said simply.