My Xianxia Harem Life

"Don't joke like that, Riley!" she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest in a weak attempt to regain some composure.

He chuckled again, his deep voice like velvet. "Relax, I was just trying to lighten the mood. You looked like you were about to run for the hills."

Ava exhaled sharply, trying to steady herself, but her body remained tense. The heat radiating from Riley, the sheer presence of him, made her nerves tangle and her heart hammer wildly in her chest.

He leaned back on his elbows, his powerful form illuminated under the bright sun overhead.

The way his muscles flexed so effortlessly, the confidence in his posture—it all made it glaringly obvious that he was entirely at ease, while she was the one drowning in uncertainty.

"Now," Riley continued, his tone smooth and coaxing, "why don't you return the favor? You already came—it's only fair you do something for me now."

Ava bit her lip, considering his words.

She hadn't forgotten why she was here.

She wasn't some naive girl wandering blindly into the unknown. She knew exactly what she was doing.

If she wanted to secure her place by Riley's side, to cling to the thigh of a man as powerful as him, she had to be willing to do anything.

Even this.

A slow smile curved her lips as she lifted her gaze to meet his. "And what exactly do you want me to do?"

Riley's smirk deepened, his golden eyes darkening with desire. "You can start by sucking my dick."

Ava hesitated, her fingers tightening in the fabric beneath her. She could feel her heartbeat pounding in her ears, the weight of the moment pressing down on her.

But hesitation didn't last long.

She knew the truth—any woman on the continent would give an arm and a leg to be in her position right now. They would kill for even a moment of Riley's attention, for the privilege of being claimed by him.

And she wasn't about to waste this chance.

Steeling herself, Ava slowly moved forward, her breath hitching as she got closer. Her hands trembled slightly as she reached out, her fingers brushing against the heated flesh of Riley's cock for the first time.

A soft gasp escaped her lips at the sheer weight of it.

The heat. The firmness. The way it twitched at her touch, as if impatient.

She swallowed hard, knowing there was no turning back now.

With one final glance up at Riley, she parted her lips—

And lowered her mouth.

"Hmm…" Ava began slowly, her tongue flicking out to tease the head of Riley's cock.

She breathed in deeply, and the moment his scent filled her lungs, her body reacted in ways she didn't expect.

It was a rich, masculine fragrance—not overwhelming, but deep and intoxicating, seeping into her senses and making her head swim.

It wasn't just a scent; it was a presence, an invisible force that sent a deep warmth curling through her body, pooling low in her belly.

Her hands trembled slightly as she wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft, marveling at the contrast between her soft skin and the hard heat of him.

Riley was impossibly large, and every twitch of his cock in her grip sent a thrill through her veins.

It was an exhilarating mix of power and vulnerability—knowing she was the first to touch him like this, knowing he was letting her explore him at her own pace.

Her lips parted, hesitant yet eager, and she let her tongue glide across the sensitive tip.

A shudder ran through Riley, subtle yet unmistakable, and the sound he made—a deep, approving hum—only encouraged her.

Ava flicked her tongue again, this time lingering, savoring the salty hint of precome that beaded at the tip.

It was slick and warm, coating her tongue with a taste she couldn't quite describe—strange, yet not unpleasant. If anything, it intrigued her, made her want to taste more.

She swallowed, her gaze flickering upward to meet Riley's.

His golden eyes burned with something raw, something primal.

"You're learning fast," he murmured, his voice lower, rougher than before.

Ava shivered. Praise. She hadn't expected it, but the way he looked at her, the way he responded to her every movement, sent a rush of satisfaction through her veins.

She wanted more.

Slowly, she leaned forward again, this time taking more of him into her mouth. Her lips stretched around his thick length, and the sheer size of him made her jaw ache. But she didn't stop.

Instead, she let her tongue swirl along the underside of his shaft, tracing the veins that pulsed beneath her touch.

Riley let out a sharp exhale, his fingers threading through her hair, not pushing, not forcing—just holding.

The weight of his hand sent a fresh wave of heat spiraling through her, and she squeezed her thighs together, trying to suppress the ache growing between them.

Her cunt throbbed, desperate for attention, but she ignored it for now.

Right now, all that mattered was him.

She hollowed her cheeks, sucking lightly as she bobbed her head, her hands working in tandem with her mouth, stroking the base where she couldn't yet take him fully.

Saliva pooled at the corners of her lips, dripping down onto his shaft, making every movement smoother, slicker.

The sounds—her soft slurps, his restrained groans, the distant crash of ocean waves—created a hypnotic rhythm, pulling her deeper into the moment.

Riley's grip in her hair tightened slightly, his breathing ragged.

"Just like that," he murmured, his voice strained. "You're doing so well, Ava."

Heat flared in her chest at his words, her body responding as if he had praised her in battle, as if this was another skill she was mastering.

And she wanted to master it.

Encouraged, she went deeper, pushing past her limits little by little, determined to take as much of him as she could.

The stretch, the slight discomfort—it only made her more aware of how utterly helpless she would be when Riley finally claimed her completely.

And the thought alone sent a fresh wave of arousal dripping between her thighs.