My Xianxia Harem Life

Riley was not disappointed in the slightest by what he found.

”Saint Riley, I want you again.”

The words came from Princess Elsa, her voice trembling with need.

Her restraint had crumbled entirely, and it was no surprise—after all, she had already tasted the pleasures of the flesh earlier and now craved more.

Her sapphire-blue eyes burned with desire, locked onto Riley as if he were the only thing that mattered in the world.

Without hesitation, she lunged at him.

Her hands grabbed his shoulders, her body pressing flush against his as she captured his lips in a desperate, heated kiss.

There was nothing shy or hesitant about it—Elsa kissed him with raw hunger, her tongue sweeping into his mouth, her fingers threading through his hair as if she wanted to claim every inch of him.

Riley responded just as eagerly, his hands roaming her curves, feeling the heat of her bare skin beneath his fingertips.

Their bodies moved instinctively, grinding against one another as if their very existence depended on it.

The air in the room grew thick with the scent of lust and sweat.

Minutes passed, and soon, both of them were stripped bare, their clothes discarded without a second thought.

Elsa’s body glowed under the dim candlelight, her flawless skin covered in a thin sheen of perspiration.

On the other side of the room, Princess Anya watched, her throat dry as she swallowed hard.

She had seen this before—how boldly Elsa took what she wanted, how easily she surrendered to her desires without fear or hesitation.

This wasn’t the first time Anya had found herself as nothing more than a spectator to Elsa’s indulgence.

And she refused to let that happen again.

Her heart pounded in her chest. If she stood still, if she allowed Elsa to seize every advantage, she would be left behind.

Anya knew all too well that her sister was ruthless in getting what she wanted, and she feared what that could mean—not just for herself, but for the future of their empire.

The Shanks Empire may have long since fallen, just like Kaido’s, but the weight of history still clung to her like chains.

The Mason Empire ruled now, and in this part of the world, alliances were built on more than just politics.

They were built on power, on influence—on who had the favor of the strongest man in the room.

And tonight, that man was Riley.

Anya couldn’t afford to hesitate any longer.

I have to do this.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward.

Her trembling fingers found the straps of her dress, and with a single fluid motion, she let it fall.

The silk cascaded down her body like water, pooling at her feet, leaving her completely bare in the flickering candlelight.

Like Elsa, Anya possessed a body that could drive men to madness. Her curves were soft yet tantalizing, her skin flawless, glowing with a delicate beauty that contrasted with Elsa’s bolder sensuality.

But tonight, there was no room for comparisons—tonight, she was more than a princess.

She was a woman with desires of her own.

Slowly, she climbed onto the bed, her movements graceful yet deliberate. Her heart pounded as she leaned in close, pressing a feather-light kiss against Riley’s cheek.

Her lips lingered there for just a second longer than necessary, her breath warm against his skin.

Riley turned his head slightly, his gaze shifting between the two princesses—Elsa, wild and impatient, already claiming him with her touch, and Anya, hesitant yet determined, her presence radiating a quiet intensity.

And just like that, the battle of three began.

It would be a long night.

”Ahhhhhh…” Elsa moaned sweetly into the kiss, her lips melting against Riley’s as heat coiled in her core. She relished the way he claimed her, the way his hands roamed her body with practiced ease.

But the moment Princess Anya stepped into the room, Elsa felt the shift. Riley’s attention flickered toward the newcomer, his gaze appraising, and a sinking feeling settled in Elsa’s chest.

A bad premonition took root in her mind, and she found herself dreading what would come next. Her worst fears were confirmed when Riley pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting.

She instinctively leaned in, trying to steal another kiss, but he stopped her with a single finger pressed lightly against her lips.

”Later,” he murmured, his voice calm but firm. ”First, we need to take care of something more important—Princess Anya has yet to lose her purity. That comes first.”

Elsa swallowed her disappointment, forcing herself to smile. She had long since learned that Riley’s desires took precedence, and she would not let something as trivial as impatience sour the moment.

Instead, she turned her gaze toward Anya, who stood nervously at the edge of the bed, her cheeks flushed a deep red.

”Of course, Saint Riley,” Elsa purred, her voice sultry yet obedient. ”Anything for your pleasure.”

She did not wallow in jealousy or frustration—there were always ways to keep herself occupied.

As Riley turned his full attention to Anya, capturing the princess’s lips in a slow, possessive kiss, Elsa observed with quiet amusement.

Anya was still hesitant, her body stiff with inexperience, but that would not last long. Soon enough, she would surrender, just as Elsa had before her.

And when that happened, Elsa would ensure Riley had everything he needed.

Her gaze lowered, drawn to the undeniable proof of Riley’s arousal. A smirk played at her lips as she reached out, her delicate fingers caressing his length with practiced ease.

She felt him twitch beneath her touch, growing harder in her palm, and her amusement deepened. There would be no hesitation when the moment came.

Yes, before the night was over, a virgin’s blood would stain these sheets. And Elsa would make sure Riley was more than ready for it.

Meanwhile, Princess Anya found herself utterly consumed by the heat of the moment.

The sight before her, the sounds of pleasure filling the room, and the lingering taste of Riley on her lips—all of it sent waves of excitement coursing through her.

He was passionate to the extreme, dominant and relentless, and the fact that she was now his sole focus sent shivers down her spine.

Nothing in her life had ever made her feel this way. The man before her was not just any man—he was the strongest, the most powerful being she had ever known.

His very presence demanded submission, and Anya had no reason to resist. Why would she? She wanted this. She craved this.

There was no hesitation, no fear—only burning anticipation as she willingly spread her legs for him, offering herself up without a second thought.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she felt his hands roam over her trembling body. Each touch ignited a new spark of heat, a fire that threatened to consume her entirely.

It was overwhelming, this feeling—this all-encompassing need that grew stronger with every second. It felt as if her very skin had been set ablaze, burning with an intensity that should have been unbearable.

And yet, there was no pain, no discomfort—only pleasure, only longing.

A soft gasp escaped her lips as his fingers traced along the curves of her hips before moving lower, teasing her, making her body respond in ways she had never imagined possible.

She felt a deep, aching warmth pooling between her thighs, her arousal evident as slickness coated her most intimate place.

She had never felt like this before—so needy, so desperate for something she had yet to experience.

And yet, as her gaze flickered downward, she was once again reminded of the sheer size of the man she was about to take.

She had seen it before. She had touched it, stroked it, worshiped it with her hands, her lips, her tongue. She knew its weight, its thickness, the way it pulsed with barely restrained desire.

And now, it was meant for her—meant to claim her, to stretch her beyond anything she had ever known.

A mix of anticipation and nervous excitement swirled within her. This would not be an easy first time. Riley was too big, too overwhelming—but that only made her crave him more.

A slow, shuddering breath left her lips as she tilted her head back, surrendering completely.

She was ready.

Riley, being experienced in matters of intimacy, took his time to ensure Princess Anya was fully prepared before proceeding.

He understood the importance of patience, especially when it came to ensuring that the moment was right for both of them.

This situation was different from the past a few hours ago, as Princess Elsa had been more eager, offering herself without hesitation.

However, with Anya, Riley was careful to read her reactions, ensuring that she was comfortable every step of the way. He knew how important trust was, and he valued the connection they shared.

Despite the differences in approach, Riley couldn’t help but appreciate the unique nature of the evening.

He was content, feeling a sense of fulfillment from the bond they were building, and as the night progressed, he could sense the warmth and intimacy growing between them.