My Xianxia Harem Life

Chapter 300: Chapter 300 Luck

Riley chuckled, pulling her closer. ”Then we won’t let it. Tonight... let’s make it last forever.”

They lay entwined in each other’s arms, spent yet still simmering with heat, their bodies a perfect, sticky testament to the passion they had shared.

Outside, the world might continue on, but here, in the quiet intimacy of the bed, time seemed to stand still, leaving only them, their warmth, and the lingering, heady scent of love and desire.

Pak...

pak...

pak...

”Ahhhhhh...”

”Ohhhhhh...”

”Ughhhhh...”

The room was consumed by the raw, insatiable sounds of lust.

Riley moved inside Anastasia with unrelenting intensity, exploring every possible position, every inch of her body, driving her to peaks of pleasure she had never imagined.

She twisted beneath him, hands gripping his shoulders and arms as her body writhed under his control, responding instinctively to his rhythm, her moans mingling with his deep, guttural groans.

The astonishing part wasn’t just the intensity—it was his endurance.

True immortals, unlike mortals, did not tire easily. Riley’s body was as strong, as nimble, as endlessly responsive at the thousandth thrust as it had been at the first.

Hours turned into days, days into months, yet he continued without pause, fucking her with the same precision, the same raw hunger.

Time itself bent to his will within the chamber. Immortals could manipulate it effortlessly.

Though a full year passed in the seclusion of their private space, outside, in the world, only a single night had elapsed.

For Anastasia, each day, each month, each year within the room was a kaleidoscope of pleasure, a continuous storm of sensation, yet she remained aware enough to savor every thrust, every touch, every whisper of Riley’s voice urging her to come again and again.

Her body had long since lost count of the number of climaxes she had endured.

Each one left her trembling, quivering, slick with sweat and her own juices, yet just as she thought the pleasure had peaked, Riley would shift, change positions, and drive her higher still.

Her moans became cries, soft gasps evolved into screams, and every contraction of her pussy around his massive cock sent shivers up both their spines.

He explored every way to pleasure her, every intimate angle, every forbidden touch.

Sometimes he lifted her, sometimes she straddled him, sometimes he pressed her into the bed as he thrust in and out with staggering force.

Anastasia’s body was pushed to its limits again and again, yet she never wanted it to stop.

Every pulse, every gasp, every tremor of her trembling limbs reminded her that this was not ordinary sex—it was the unparalleled union of two immortal beings, bodies perfectly matched in strength, stamina, and desire.

Even as exhaustion crept in, Riley’s control over time allowed him to pace them, to stretch out moments of ecstasy into hours of pure bliss.

Anastasia’s mind blurred as she floated between the endless waves of orgasm and the lingering warmth of his touch.

Her legs ached, her muscles trembled, yet her core remained alive with fire, throbbing, begging for more with every heartbeat.

Finally, after what felt like centuries within the room, Riley slowed, leaning heavily against her, his cock still nestled deep inside her tight heat.

Anastasia’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her body trembling from the final shudders of yet another climactic release.

She could feel every inch of him, every pulse, every heartbeat, and she clung to him, exhausted but completely fulfilled.

The room smelled of sex, sweat, and their mingled juices—a raw, erotic testament to the year they had spent lost in each other.

Anastasia rested her head on Riley’s chest, listening to the slow, steady thrum of his heartbeat, her fingers tracing idle patterns along his arms, still trembling with residual pleasure.

She was sated, but not empty; every nerve ending was alive, her body still tingling as if it had been reawakened, over and over again.

”I... I’ve never...” she whispered, voice husky and trembling, ”felt anything like this in all eternity.”

Riley chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, then lowering his lips to brush along her damp hair.

”You’re incredible, Anastasia. More than I could have imagined... and I want to make love to you forever.”

Anastasia smiled weakly, but with a contented fire in her eyes. ”Me too... forever.”

They lay together, entwined in a cocoon of warmth and lingering lust, letting the quiet intimacy of the moment wash over them.

Outside, the world continued on as normal, oblivious to the one year of bliss, passion, and surrender that had passed inside this room.

Inside, though, time had no meaning—only their bodies, their pleasure, and the eternal bond they had forged through endless, exquisite ecstasy.

When they finally emerged, Riley’s wives exchanged knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with intuition.

”I have a feeling... we’re going to have another sister wife,” one murmured, a teasing smile curling her lips.

”I believe so,” another replied, her tone soft but amused, as if the news had long been expected.

Indeed, it did not take long. Within a month of their arrival in Heaven’s Gate City, preparations for an extraordinary celebration were already underway.

Word of Riley and Anastasia’s union had spread like wildfire across the immortal realms, drawing countless immortals eager to witness the joining of two powerful beings.

The city itself seemed to shimmer with anticipation.

Towers gleamed under the divine sunlight, golden banners fluttered from every rooftop, and the air buzzed with energy as immortal guests arrived from realms near and far.

The wedding day dawned in a spectacle of divine splendor.

Celestial music resonated through the skies, carried by the wings of ethereal birds that glimmered like living jewels.

Golden petals drifted lazily on the breeze, sparkling like tiny stars, while crystal chandeliers hung from invisible threads, casting rainbows across the vast ceremonial hall.

Every detail radiated grandeur, reflecting the magnitude of the union they were about to witness.

Riley stood at the center, exuding calm authority.

His piercing eyes shone with both pride and deep affection as Anastasia approached.

She moved with serene grace, every step a testament to her newfound power and beauty.

Her flowing robes shimmered with a subtle luminescence, and the soft sway of her hair seemed to ripple with divine energy.

Whispers of admiration followed her path, but Riley’s gaze never wavered from her.

To him, she was incomparable, radiant beyond even the highest standards of immortal beauty.

As Anastasia reached him, the air seemed to hum with energy.

Their hands met, fingers intertwining naturally, and a hush fell over the gathering.

The immortals—high-ranking beings, ancient sages, and legendary warriors from across the realms—watched in awe.

The ceremony was not only a formal union but a spiritual alignment, a merging of two immense powers that would echo through the heavens for eternity.

Vows were exchanged, spoken in both words and in the silent language of intent and energy.

Their voices carried authority, passion, and unwavering devotion.

When they sealed their union, a brilliant surge of golden light radiated outward, bathing the hall in warmth and shimmering brilliance.

Murmurs of awe swept through the crowd, and even the most stoic immortals could not hide expressions of reverence.

The celebrations that followed were nothing short of legendary.

Banquets were laid out with foods that shimmered with divine essence, music filled the skies as celestial instruments played, and dancers from countless realms performed routines that blended grace with power.

Riley’s wives, along with Anastasia, moved through the crowd, exchanging smiles, greetings, and subtle blessings.

Anastasia was both humbled and exhilarated by the attention, yet she felt entirely at home, embraced by the warmth of Riley’s family and the immortal community.

Over the course of several days, games of skill, exhibitions of cultivation, and performances of magical prowess entertained the guests.

Anastasia, still adjusting to her new life, learned quickly how to navigate the subtle politics and dynamics of immortal society.

She shared quiet moments with Riley, their hands intertwined, occasionally stealing kisses amidst the grand festivities.

Their bond, forged through shared passion and mutual respect, became evident to all who watched.

Riley and Anastasia were not merely husband and wife—they had become a center of admiration and inspiration for the immortal realms.

The story of their union, the beauty of the ceremony, and the sheer power of their combined presence would be told and remembered for ages to come.

It was a beginning, not just of a life together, but of an era shaped by their extraordinary love, strength, and devotion.

But the wedding festivities continued to all parts of the city.

The wedding feast continued in full swing, the grand hall alive with music, laughter, and the soft murmur of countless conversations.

Crystal chandeliers hung from above, casting prismatic light across the room, and the scent of divine delicacies wafted through the air.

Guests, both mortal and immortal, mingled, sipping ambrosial wine and offering congratulations, yet it was impossible to ignore the undercurrent of fascination and curiosity surrounding the newlyweds.