My Xianxia Harem Life

Fiona simply smiled and gently pulled her hand away.

"Of course," she said softly, her voice calm, but her heart thudding in her chest.

Riley nodded, understanding. He didn't press her. Instead, he turned his gaze to the two women who had already become intimately familiar with his touch—Clara and Thea.

They were radiant, already flushed with anticipation, their eyes filled with affection and hunger. Fiona's hesitation was only natural. Everything about this was still new to her.

Watching first, Riley thought, might help ease her fears.

He stepped toward Clara, who welcomed him with open arms and a knowing smile. Their lips met in a kiss that spoke volumes—tender, passionate, familiar.

It wasn't long before Clara was bent over, gasping as Riley filled her from behind. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, matched only by Clara's breathless moans and cries of pleasure.

"Ahhh—Riley!" she cried, her fingers digging into the sheets. "Don't stop!"

He didn't. He took her harder, deeper, holding her hips firmly as she screamed her release.

Her entire body trembled as waves of climax washed over her, leaving her slumped on the bed, panting and utterly spent.

Then, it was Thea's turn. With a smirk and a spark in her eyes, she climbed onto Riley's lap and guided him inside her with a practiced ease that made Fiona's jaw tighten in nervous awe.

Thea rolled her hips, grinding and riding him like a seasoned lover, her movements confident and enticing.

"Oh god… yes…" Thea moaned, her head falling back as her body bounced against his. Her slickness coated him completely, and when Riley thrust up into her at just the right angle, she screamed.

"I'm coming again!" she cried, and with a shudder, she released, squirting as her body surrendered entirely to the overwhelming pleasure.

Fiona watched, frozen in place. Her cheeks burned, and yet she couldn't look away. Something inside her stirred—a strange mix of nervousness, longing, and an almost painful curiosity.

She wasn't just watching her fellow brides—she was studying them. Watching how their bodies responded to Riley, hearing the cries they made, seeing the ecstasy on their faces.

Her gaze drifted to Riley's cock, slick and throbbing with arousal, and her breath hitched.

How am I going to take that huge thing inside me?!

The thought screamed in her head, but so did the realization that both Clara and Thea had taken him completely.

Not only that—they were utterly overwhelmed, drowning in pleasure, their limbs limp and eyes dazed with satisfaction.

She bit her lip and shifted where she sat. There was a pulse between her legs, a warm, needy ache she hadn't expected to feel so soon.

Could she do it too? Could she take that step?

Her eyes met Riley's briefly, and though he said nothing, the warmth in his gaze reassured her. There was no rush. No pressure. Only invitation.

And despite her nerves, a part of her… was beginning to want to say yes.

"Ahhhhh…"

"Ohhhhh…"

"Ughhhhhh…"

The moans filled the room like a symphony of pleasure, echoing off the walls, heavy with heat and desperation.

Clara and Thea were lost in Riley's touch, their cries rising and falling in rhythm with his every thrust. It was a long, feverish night, and Fiona—curled quietly at the side of the bed—watched everything.

Her wide eyes followed every movement, her lips slightly parted in breathless astonishment. She had never seen anything like this before.

Not in books, not in whispers among girls, not even in her deepest fantasies. This wasn't just sex—it was something far more intense, more carnal and real. It was raw desire made flesh.

Clara and Thea were no longer the composed, elegant women Fiona had come to know. They were writhing, trembling, gasping, reduced to pure sensation under Riley's control.

Clara clawed at the sheets, her body arching off the mattress as she begged for more, while Thea clung to Riley's back as he lifted her effortlessly, taking her standing up against the wall.

Her legs shook with every powerful thrust, her moans muffled by Riley's mouth as he kissed her deeply, dominating every inch of her.

Their bodies slick with sweat, breasts bouncing, skin flushed pink from the heat—Fiona could barely believe what she was seeing.

Her own body responded in kind. She felt the warmth spread between her thighs, a deep, aching throb that she had never experienced before.

Her breathing became shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her nipples hardened beneath her thin gown.

She clenched her thighs together, trying to will away the need, but it only made the ache sharper. Her fingers twitched beside her, itching to slide beneath the covers and ease the pressure building within her.

But she didn't.

No matter how badly her body cried out for release, she refused to give in. It wasn't fear. It wasn't shame. It was something else—something deeper.

She wanted Riley to be her first. Not just in body, but in experience. She wanted him to be the one to touch her, to guide her, to make her feel what Clara and Thea were feeling.

Watching them, Fiona didn't feel jealousy. She felt awe. Anticipation.

And so, she waited.

The hours ticked by. Riley took his time with both women, making sure no inch of their skin was left untouched.

He explored their bodies like a lover who knew them completely—gripping their hips, lifting them into new positions, whispering things that made them blush and whimper and beg. The passion didn't fade.

It only grew, deeper and more intense as the night wore on.

Clara collapsed first, trembling and soaked, her voice hoarse from screaming Riley's name. She lay sprawled across the bed, her limbs too weak to move.

Thea lasted a little longer—she always had a bit more stamina—but even she eventually gave in, her body shaking violently as she climaxed again, collapsing beside Clara with a contented sigh.

They lay there together, their hair tangled, their skin glistening, still panting from the overwhelming pleasure Riley had given them.

And then, silence fell.

Fiona braced herself. Now, she thought. Now it's my turn.

But Riley didn't approach her. He didn't press her down on the bed or whisper seductive promises. Instead, he walked over, gentle and calm, and pulled her into his arms.

She let out a surprised breath as his warmth enveloped her. His skin was hot, damp with sweat, but his embrace was tender.

His arms wrapped around her protectively, as if shielding her from the storm of desire that had just passed. He didn't speak. He didn't need to.

Fiona rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

They lay like that for what felt like hours. She was pressed against his bare skin, her cheek warm against his shoulder, her senses still filled with the scent of sex and the soft, shallow breathing of the women beside them.

Riley fell asleep not long after, his breathing deep and even.

But Fiona didn't.

Sleep eluded her. Every time she closed her eyes, the scenes from earlier came rushing back—Thea bouncing wildly atop Riley, Clara's legs shaking as she was bent over and taken from behind, the look of bliss on their faces, the sound of their moans, their cries, their surrender.

Fiona had never felt so overwhelmed. So alive.

Her body was still tingling. Her core ached. Her skin was hypersensitive, as if even the brush of air across her collarbone might make her cry out.

But more than anything, she was… excited.

"I could do that too," she thought, her lips curling into a shy but satisfied smile.

She began to piece everything together in her head—every movement, every reaction, every position. She committed them all to memory. Clara had curled her toes when Riley kissed her neck.

Thea had arched her back every time he thrust deeper. The way they gripped his arms, how they whispered his name when they thought he couldn't hear them… Fiona remembered it all.

Because she knew—sooner or later—it would be her turn.

And when that moment came, she wanted to be ready.

Tonight had not been her night, and that was okay. She was grateful Riley hadn't forced anything, hadn't pushed her.

Instead, he had given her something far more powerful: the chance to learn, to feel, to want.

She snuggled closer to him, her fingers curling lightly over his chest, and finally allowed her body to rest. Her last thought before sleep took her was filled with anticipation, and a deep, burning desire that was only beginning to awaken.

Tomorrow, she thought. Or the day after. But soon… he'll be mine too.

Morning came, and with it, Fiona was formally introduced to the rest of Riley's harem. The other women welcomed her warmly, but Fiona couldn't help the sense of awe that settled in her chest.

As she interacted with them, she quickly realized something strange—every single one of them was already in the Spirit Severing Realm.

That fact alone baffled her more than anything else.

The Spirit Severing Realm was no small feat—it was the final stage before the fabled Void Tribulation Realm, a realm reserved for only the most powerful cultivators, the true apex of this world.

And yet, these women, each smiling and graceful, carried such power with ease, as if it were second nature.

Fiona's curiosity burned within her.

How? she wondered. How did they all ascend to such a level? What is Riley hiding?

But for now, she pushed the questions aside. She had no doubt that she would uncover the truth in time.

Whatever secrets Riley held, she would share in them eventually—he hadn't brought her into his world just to keep her in the dark.

In the days that followed, Fiona spent more time by Riley's side.

They trained together, dined together, shared quiet conversations, and even enjoyed walks under the moonlight when the palace grounds were still and silent.

The bond between them deepened with every passing moment.

And then, at last, a week later, it happened.

For the first time, Fiona and Riley were truly alone. No interruptions. No other lovers. No distractions.

Just the two of them, in the soft glow of a private room, the atmosphere thick with unspoken emotion and the heat of long-awaited intimacy.

Fiona's heart raced as she looked into his eyes, and this time—unlike before—she didn't look away.

This is it, she thought, her breath trembling as Riley stepped closer.

Tonight, she would finally give herself to him.

Tonight, she would lose her cherry—and she was ready.