My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 361 Day

Selena woke up with a groan, her body aching all over. She’d barely gotten any sleep, thanks to Riley’s insatiable appetite for her pussy.

But as much as Selena’s muscles protested, her cunt was already throbbing with need again, hungry for more of Riley’s hard cock.

She glanced over to see the object of her desire already wide awake and staring at her with those hungry attractive eyes.

"Morning," Selena said with a wry smile, stretching languidly under Riley’s intense gaze.

Riley just growled in response, pouncing on Selena and pinning her to the mattress.

"Since you’ve rested already, let’s continue." Riley said.

Selena shivered at the words, her pussy clenching hard.

And with that, Riley descended on Selena’s cunt with single-minded focus, devouring her like a starving beast.

His tongue delved deep, lapping up Selena’s juices as if they were the finest nectar.

His lips and teeth worried at Selena’s sensitive clit, drawing cries of rapture from her throat.

Selena thrashed beneath Riley’s oral onslaught, her hands fisting in Riley’s hair to hold him in place.

Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in her core until finally it exploded, sending Selena flying over the edge with a hoarse scream.

But even as Selena came undone, Riley didn’t let up, continuing to eat her out through the aftershocks.

Not until Selena was trembling and begging did Riley finally slow down, giving Selena’s cunt a final long lick before crawling back up her body with a satisfied smirk.

"You taste so fucking good," Riley purred, licking her lips. "Can’t wait to feel you coming on my cock... over and over again."

And with that, he lined up and thrust home, claiming Selena’s pussy once again for another round of hard, dirty fucking.

"Ahhhhh..." Selena’s entire body was on fire with pleasure, every nerve ending alight with ecstasy as Riley’s thick, throbbing cock pounded into her again and again.

The wet, obscene sounds of their fucking filled the room, Riley’s heavy balls slapping against Selena’s ass with every powerful thrust.

"Fuck, your cunt feels so good gripping my cock," Riley growled, his breath hot against Selena’s neck as she continued to rut into her. "I could stay buried inside you forever..."

Selena could only moan in response, her mind lost in the overwhelming sensations.

She could feel every throbbing vein, every ridge of Riley’s hard shaft as it stretched her open and battered her tender spots.

Her pussy clenched greedily around the hot length, desperate to milk Riley dry.

And milk her she did.

Again and again, Riley’s thick, potent seed pumped into Selena’s waiting womb, each spurt sending a shockwave of pleasure through her quivering body.

Selena could feel herself swelling with Riley’s essence, her flat belly rounding slightly with the sheer volume of cum she was taking.

By the time Riley finally collapsed on top of her, spent and panting, Selena was completely fucked out.

Her abused cunt was tender and raw, her thighs sticky with the overflow of cum that had leaked out of her stretched hole.

And yet, even through her exhaustion, Selena could feel a deep, satisfied ache in her cunt - an echo of Riley’s magnificent cock that would stay with her for days to come.

The two stayed secluded for days, completely lost in each other.

Time seemed to slow down in that hidden place, where only the sound of their laughter, soft moans, and quiet conversations filled the air.

They would talk about everything and nothing—about their pasts, their dreams, and what might await them when they finally returned to the sect.

Yet no matter how many times they tried to rest or simply share a meal, they would always find themselves drawn back into each other’s arms.

Riley’s touch was both gentle and commanding, guiding Selena through sensations she had never known before.

Every time he kissed her, she melted a little more, surrendering both body and heart.

He taught her the rhythm of passion and the sweetness of surrender, and in turn, she learned to match his intensity with her own warmth and affection.

Days passed like that—wrapped in a haze of tenderness and desire—until their bodies and souls seemed to move in perfect harmony.

When they finally returned to the sect, the once-shy and innocent Selena was no longer the same.

There was a new light in her eyes, a quiet confidence that hadn’t been there before.

Riley’s "training," as he teasingly called it, had changed her profoundly.

She carried herself differently now—graceful, assured, and with a hint of mystery that made even the elders look twice.

Selena had stepped into a new world, and she knew there was no going back.

***

A month later, the entire sect was thrown into a frenzy when news broke that Selena and Riley were to be wed.

The announcement came without warning, and by the time the disciples realized it wasn’t a rumor, preparations for the ceremony were already well underway.

The elders themselves attended, curious to witness what many considered a scandal waiting to happen.

The wedding day was dazzling.

Lanterns floated through the air, flower petals rained down upon the couple, and the air shimmered with spiritual energy as disciples gathered to watch.

Selena, dressed in flowing white silk embroidered with gold, looked every bit the goddess they all believed her to be.

Riley stood beside her, calm and confident, the faintest smile touching his lips as though he had already conquered the world.

Yet beneath the beauty of the occasion, disbelief and envy festered.

"How... how did this happen?" one disciple whispered harshly, clutching his robes. "How does a twenty-year-old nobody get to marry one of the sect’s divine maidens?"

"I can’t believe it either," another replied, eyes narrowing. "Riley Rice must have tricked her somehow. Maybe he used a charm or drug—those mortals love their dirty tricks."

"I heard he brought back something from his last mission," someone else added, voice dripping with disdain. "Probably some powerful aphrodisiac that clouded her mind." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The rumors spread like wildfire, growing more outrageous with each retelling.

Some disciples claimed Riley had made a secret deal with the elders.

Others insisted Selena had been cursed.

But no matter what was said, the ceremony continued, each vow and smile between the two driving the crowd deeper into disbelief.

By the time the newlyweds disappeared into Riley’s residence that evening, the sect was divided—half in shock, half in bitter jealousy.

Inside the quiet sanctuary of his home, however, there were no doubts, no questions, no politics—only the two of them.

The air was thick with warmth and intimacy, the faint light of the moon filtering through silk curtains.

Selena’s laughter mingled with soft gasps as Riley held her close, their affection deep and unrestrained.

Whatever others might think, their bond was real, undeniable, and sealed beyond any sect decree or mortal gossip.

Outside, the sect continued to buzz with speculation.

But within those walls, all that mattered was the sound of Riley’s name whispered again and again, a melody of devotion that would echo long after the world fell silent.

Still, Riley’s peace would not last long. Someone he had both expected and hoped to avoid for a little while finally made his appearance.

"Ohhh... I truly don’t know how you managed this, my dear disciple."

The voice came before the man himself—a deep, weathered tone laced with both amusement and resignation.

Moments later, an elderly figure descended slowly from the clouds, his robes rippling like waves of mist.

His long silver hair gleamed faintly under the sunlight, and his eyes, though calm, carried the weight of centuries.

This was none other than Elder Adam, the man who had taken Riley in as a disciple not too long ago.

He hovered above the sect’s domain for a moment, surveying the area.

Even from a great distance, he could sense the chaos within Riley’s residence—the flickering of spiritual energy, the laughter of women, the faint tremor of qi that seemed to dance in rhythm with the young man’s indulgent lifestyle.

Adam pressed a hand to his forehead and sighed deeply.

"Three hundred years of peace... that’s all I wanted," he muttered under his breath. "Three hundred years of quiet cultivation and silence. But no, I just had to take in a disciple who turns the entire sect upside down within a short time of his stay here."

His sharp gaze drifted toward the heart of Riley’s courtyard, where ripples of energy still pulsed from within the sealed barrier.

He didn’t need divine sense to know what his disciple was doing—or had been doing.

The old man’s mouth twitched.

"I truly should’ve let the boy live the life of a mortal king back in his home world," he grumbled, though a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

Still, despite his irritation, Adam was curious.

There were questions he needed answered—especially regarding what had happened on the way to the Frozen Flame Sect, where Riley was supposed to complete a simple mission but somehow returned with a bride and a few dead bodies along the way.

For a while, the old master lingered outside, letting his disciple finish whatever "business" was keeping him occupied.

When the ruckus finally began to fade and calm returned to the domain, Adam straightened his robes and descended.

Three hours later, the door finally opened.

Riley emerged looking as relaxed and radiant as ever, dressed in simple but elegant robes, a faint grin on his lips as if he had just woken from a pleasant dream.

"Master," Riley greeted smoothly, clasping his hands. "You honor me with your visit."

"Honor, he says..." Adam muttered, his brow twitching. "You cause half the sect to gossip, take a divine maiden as your wife, and nearly destroy my peaceful seclusion with your ’wedding celebration’—and you call this an honor?"

Riley only smiled wider, his tone light and unbothered. "Well, you always told me to make a name for myself, didn’t you?"

The old man closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and muttered, "He’s going to give me a heart deviation before I reach the next realm..."