My Xianxia Harem Life

With a sigh, Riley relented.

Luna's breath hitched slightly as she took in his form, her face turning a deeper shade of red. Though she had known Riley was unlike other men, actually seeing him like this was something else entirely.

A part of her had been prepared, yet another part felt utterly unprepared for the reality before her.

Still, she quickly refocused, pouring a generous amount of oil onto her hands before rubbing them together.

Slowly, she began her work, pressing her fingertips into the firm muscles of his shoulders, gliding over his skin with careful, deliberate movements.

She started at his temples, easing the tension there before working her way down.

Her hands were skilled, moving with a practiced touch, but no amount of training could keep her thoughts from wandering.

Riley's warmth beneath her fingers, the steady rise and fall of his breath, the sheer presence of him—it was overwhelming.

She tried to concentrate, to keep her focus on the massage, but something about this moment felt undeniably different.

The air between them was charged, heavy with an unspoken tension that neither of them acknowledged outright. Luna bit her lip, willing herself to remain composed.

For Riley, this was nothing new. He had experienced moments like this before, countless times, with countless women.

And yet, there was something almost amusing about how Luna, despite her confidence, was clearly battling her own emotions.

He smirked slightly, closing his eyes as he allowed her to continue.

"I can't believe that I've become a great chick magnet on this xianxia world when in my previous one it was so hard to get any," he mused to himself.

Luna, oblivious to his thoughts, simply continued, her touch lingering just a little longer than necessary, her breath slightly uneven as she struggled to ignore the growing heat between them.

"But she really does know how to massage well. Her hands are soft, firm, and skilled," Riley mused as he closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the sensation.

Luna's touch carried a delicate balance of gentleness and strength, each stroke measured and deliberate.

She worked with practiced ease, starting from his temples, her fingertips pressing against the tension there before gliding down to his neck and shoulders.

Every movement seemed to carry a quiet reverence, as if she were memorizing his body with her hands alone.

His breathing slowed as she continued, her fingers trailing down his arms, kneading into his biceps before massaging each individual finger with delicate precision.

Then came his chest, where her palms moved in slow, firm circles, pressing into his muscles, coaxing away the last traces of stiffness.

By the time she reached his legs, Riley was fully relaxed, his body completely at ease beneath her touch.

Luna worked down his thighs, her thumbs tracing the defined muscles there before traveling lower, pressing into his calves, then his ankles, then finally, his feet.

Even there, her care was evident. She massaged the soles of his feet, rubbing away any lingering soreness, her fingers moving over every pressure point with an almost intimate familiarity.

He let out a quiet sigh. It had been a long time since anyone had taken such time and effort just to make him feel comfortable.

And then, she paused.

A subtle shift in the air made Riley open his eyes.

Luna was kneeling now, positioned between his legs, her hands resting lightly on his thighs. But unlike before, she wasn't moving.

Her gaze was fixed downward, and her breath had grown uneven. A deep blush crept across her cheeks, her lips slightly parted as she hesitated.

Riley arched a brow, tilting his head slightly. He didn't need to read minds to know what she was thinking.

"Luna?" he prompted, his voice low.

She flinched slightly at the sound of his voice but didn't immediately respond. Her fingers twitched against his skin, betraying her internal struggle.

Finally, she swallowed, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "I…"

But the words didn't come.

Instead, her eyes flickered downward once more, lingering on the final and most intimate part of the massage.

The air between them felt heavier now, charged with an unspoken tension. Riley could see it in her expression—the hesitation, the curiosity, the undeniable desire.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Luna's breath hitched slightly, and she exhaled slowly, steeling herself as she remained there, poised at the edge of a decision that could not be undone.

"Excuse me, Young Master Riley," Luna murmured, her voice hushed as if she were uttering something sacred.

Her delicate fingers hovered for a moment, her breath catching as she finally made contact with his first cock. The warmth, the solidity—it was unlike anything she had imagined.

He was huge! A 15 inch monster in the flesh!

A shiver ran down her spine as she absorbed the sensation, her touch light at first, almost hesitant, as if testing the reality of what was before her.

This was the first time she had ever touched a man in such an intimate way, and the sheer magnitude of the experience sent a rush of heat through her body.

Her heart pounded against her ribs, her throat tightening as she fought to steady her nerves.

She had always known Riley was exceptional, but feeling him like this—feeling the way his body responded beneath her touch—was something else entirely.

Luna exhaled slowly, her fingers tracing along the rigid contours before wrapping around him with tentative curiosity.

He was thick, impossibly so, and the heat radiating from him only heightened her awareness of the moment.

Beneath her touch, she could feel every ridge, every pulse, the life within him thrumming against her palm.

Her hands moved in slow, deliberate strokes, sliding along his length as she familiarized herself with the sensation.

The weight of him in her grasp, the way her fingers barely encompassed his girth—it made her stomach tighten with something foreign yet undeniably exhilarating.

She swallowed, her lips slightly parted as she took in every detail. With her proximity, she caught his scent—clean yet intoxicatingly masculine, a mixture of warmth and something uniquely Riley.

It seeped into her senses, making her lightheaded, making her knees feel weak.