My Xianxia Harem Life

"Ughhhh..." Ava groaned, her mouth working in frantic, rhythmic motions around Riley's cock. It was a tight fit, the thick shaft a relentless challenge, a great indication to its mostrous size.

Despite her best efforts, there was still a substantial portion of his cock that didn't fit comfortably within her mouth, a constant, pulsating pressure against the back of her throat.

The head of the cock pressed against her throat, a deep, insistent pressure that sent waves of sensation through her.

She was letting him fuck her throat now, a raw, intense sensation. The rhythmic grinding, the heat, the pressure – it was all consuming.

"Hak!" A strangled gasp escaped Ava's lips, a mixture of pleasure and the desperate need to catch her breath.

She almost gagged, her mouth full of the hard, warm length, the taste of him melding with the metallic tang of blood rushing to her head. But she fought back the urge to vomit, her focus entirely on pleasing Riley.

This wasn't just about physical sensation; it was a dance of dominance and submission, a powerful expression of their connection.

She was fully invested in making him happy, her movements becoming more controlled, more deliberate, her willingness to explore the boundaries of this intimate act evident in the raw passion in her eyes.

"Hmmm... that feels good, Ava. Your throat is so tight, so… responsive. I can only imagine how your pussy would grip my cock just as fiercely." Riley's voice was a low, husky murmur, his hand finding purchase in her hair. He guided her head, urging her deeper, intensifying the pressure.

Tears welled in her eyes, not just from the intensity of the act, but from the profound effort and determination she was pouring into it.

Her face was starting to turn a bluish hue, a stark warning of the lack of oxygen, a visible sign to the extreme lengths she was going to for him.

Yet, she pressed on, unyielding. The rhythmic thrusts, the intense pressure, the sheer force of their passion – it all built to a peak.

Riley, noticing her struggle, didn't let her suffer for long. His eyes, dark with a mixture of concern and arousal, saw the strain in her face, the way she was pushing herself to the limit.

"That's enough for now, Ava. I want to see you. It's my turn to see all of you up close." He said, trying to pull back, but Ava's hands gripped his thighs with a fierce determination, unwilling to let go.

Her head movements became erratic, frantic, a testament to her intense desire and the sheer will to please him. The raw, animalistic passion in her eyes was undeniable.

Riley appreciated her energy, the raw, passionate intensity, and he surrendered to it. He let go of his own control, allowing himself to be swept away by the ferocity of her desire.

With one final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself, a wave of warm, rich seed erupting into her throat in a satisfying, explosive release.

Pew

Pew

Pew

A torrent of ejaculate. A substantial and satisfying release, a testament to the intense intimacy they shared. The taste, the feel, the pure, raw connection – it was all overwhelming.

Ava collapsed against him, her body trembling, her breath ragged, but a profound sense of fulfillment washing over her.

Riley held her close, the lingering taste of him on her lips, a reminder of the passionate intimacy they had shared.

"Did I make you happy, Riley?" Ava panted, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She meticulously licked and swallowed the last remnants of Riley's cum, even the stray droplets clinging to her lips, a satisfyingly thorough job.

Her stomach bulged slightly, an aftermath to the volume of come she'd consumed, but a thrill of pride, a deep sense of accomplishment, washed over her.

She'd not only satisfied him, but exceeded his expectations.

"Of course, Ava. You did more than I could have imagined," Riley murmured, his voice low and appreciative. There was no pretense in his words; he genuinely meant it.

"Good," Ava breathed, a contented sigh escaping her lips. A deep sense of satisfaction, of shared accomplishment, settled over her.

The heat of the encounter was fading, replaced by a warm contentment.

"But, as I was saying earlier... I want to see your sweet, virgin pussy," Riley grinned, his eyes gleaming with an almost wild and naked anticipation.

His gaze lingered on her, lingering on the exquisite detail of her form, the sight of her tight, pink treasure, a sight that ignited a primal hunger within him.

The sheer eagerness of possessing her, of tasting her innocence, had him instantly hard again. He yearned to devour her virgin cunt, and that's exactly what he did next.

"Ahhhh..." A breathy moan escaped Ava's lips as Riley's mouth found the entrance to her body, his lips tracing the contours of her folds with a gentle but insistent pressure.

The sensation was both unfamiliar and intensely pleasurable.

"Ohhhhhh..." The moan intensified, a mixture of surprise and pure, raw delight. As he explored the delicate folds of her body, a wave of heat and sensation coursed through her.

"Ughhhhh..." A guttural sound, a blend of pleasure and fresh expeirence, as Riley's lips found the sensitive, inner folds of her body, teasing and tantalizing.

"Riley!" Ava cried out, a mixture of surprise and delight, a sound that seemed to echo the sweet intensity of the moment.

With her hands, she guided his head, deepening the kiss, urging him deeper into her, her body tightening around him in a desperate embrace.

Her hands, gripping his head, urged him deeper into her wet, eager cunt. To be devoured like this, to be explored in such a profound way, was an experience beyond anything she could have imagined.

Her eyes fluttered closed, her body responding with a visceral intensity. The air crackled with a palpable tension, a potent blend of anticipation and exquisite pleasure.

The epic, physical connection between them was undeniable.

With how expertly Riley already moved, even without the "Supreme Sutra of Seduction" technique, he could effortlessly bring a woman to climax with just his mouth, tongue, and lips.

Ava was no exception. Her body, already spent and spent again, was a symphony of raw pleasure and exhaustion.

"Ohhhhh… Riley! Yes!" Ava cried out, her orgasm erupting in a full, satisfying squirt that landed directly onto Riley's mouth.

He eagerly caught every drop, savoring the taste, as he returned the favor, fully immersing himself in the moment.

Her cum, warm and thick, coated his lips and tongue, a delectable reward for his skill and her surrender.

"You taste so good, Ava," Riley murmured, his voice low and husky with satisfaction. The intensity of the experience had left Ava breathless, but a profound contentment settled over her.

Coming twice so rapidly was demanding, her body exquisitely sensitive, throbbing with the aftershocks of pleasure. She craved rest, but knew the job wasn't over.

She needed to keep Riley engaged, to maintain this intense connection. With a seductive whisper, she reached down, her touch sending shivers through him.

"I want you, Riley. Come take me now. Don't make me wait. Just make me your woman already. Please," Ava pleaded, her voice a husky whisper, laced with desire.

Her words, dripping with anticipation, only deepened Riley's arousal.

"Of course," he replied, his voice a low rumble. He slipped between Ava's long, white legs, his eyes lingering on the exquisite curves of her body, a epitome of desire and female beauty.

His gaze lingered on the swell of her mound, the delicate arch of her inner thighs, and the enticing promise of her untouched, virginal flesh.

He gently rubbed the head of his cock along the pink slit of her body, teasing her, teasing the sensitive folds, the delicate skin, wetting her thoroughly in preparation for what was to come.

He traced the contours of her inner lips, teasing her, drawing out a moan, a sigh, a sound that promised the exquisite pleasure to come.

He knew the path to her deepest desires, the delicate choreography of her most sensitive spots. The air crackled with unspoken promises and the anticipation of the next stage of their intimacy.

"Are you ready to be a woman, Ava? My woman?" Riley asked, his voice low and possessive, a tremor of anticipation in the air.

He leaned in, his breath warm against her ear, as if to etch the question into her very being. The unspoken promise of possession hung heavy in the air, a prelude to the act of claiming her.

"Yes, please. I want you, Riley. Make me your woman," Ava replied, her voice barely audible, a mixture of anticipation and surrender.

The words were a plea, a declaration, a whispered promise of complete devotion. And then, with a slow, deliberate movement, Riley's weight settled upon her.

He entered her, and with that initial, powerful thrust, Ava's pussy lips stretched beyond their expected boundaries. The pressure was immense, a wave of sensation that demanded her complete focus.

She couldn't help but feel the intimacy, the raw power of the moment.

Her own pussy, she realized with a shiver of awareness, was remarkably responsive, gripping tightly around Riley's cock as it stretched and expanded within her.

The sheer size of his cock, the insistent pressure, was a potent reminder of this pivotal moment, the first time she would surrender to him completely.

The unfamiliar warmth of his touch mingled with the familiar thrill of anticipation, creating a powerful synergy within her.

Her body, already a canvas of sensation, was now being painted anew, layer upon layer of feeling, with each thrust a brushstroke of exquisite pleasure and raw emotion.

Her virginity, a fragile membrane, was about to yield to the overwhelming force of his desire and it was then that first blood was spilled completely in the most delicious of manners.