My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 103 Horses

And of course, that was only the beginning of Riley and Fay’s romantic night.

Barely five minutes had passed before Riley pulled Fay into another deep kiss, his lips claiming hers with a hunger that hadn’t faded in the slightest.

His hands roamed her soft, heated skin, teasing every sensitive spot until she melted against him, breathless and needy once more.

This time, he turned her around, guiding her onto all fours. The sight before him was irresistible—her perfect, heart-shaped ass lifted enticingly, her body already trembling in anticipation.

Riley ran his hands over her curves, squeezing her possessively before giving in to temptation.

Pak!

A sharp slap echoed through the room, making Fay jolt with a gasp. But the sting only heightened the pleasure, and before she could catch her breath, another landed, then another.

Each strike sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between her thighs, making her walls clench around him as her moans turned into cries of ecstasy.

"Riley… ah! I can’t—!"

But he wasn’t about to stop. Gripping her hips, he thrust into her with deep, powerful strokes, pushing her to the brink again and again.

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Her fingers clenched the sheets, her body tightening around him as pleasure spiraled out of control.

When she finally shattered, her climax hit like a tidal wave, her cries muffled by the pillow as her body convulsed around him.

Still, Riley didn’t let up. He wanted more—more of her moans, more of her trembling beneath him, more of the way she came undone in his arms.

He moved in rhythm with her erratic breaths, chasing his own release while pushing her toward another peak.

"Riley! I’m still so sore down there, I… oh—yes!" Fay whimpered, her voice laced with exhaustion and unrestrained pleasure.

She had barely managed to protest, but the moment his fingers found her sensitive bud, her body betrayed her, hips arching into his touch.

She was too sensitive, too overwhelmed, yet the pleasure only grew sharper, deeper, consuming every inch of her.

Riley smirked, whispering husky praises in her ear, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

"Just one more, Fay… I know you can take it."

And she did—again and again, until the early signs of morning painted the sky in soft hues of gold and lavender.

When exhaustion finally claimed them, Fay lay in his arms, utterly spent, her body still tingling from the night’s relentless pleasure.

Riley pressed a lazy kiss to her temple, tracing circles on her bare back as she drifted off to sleep, a satisfied smile on her lips.

Tomorrow, Fay would wake sore and aching—but for now, wrapped in each other’s warmth, neither of them would change a thing.

***

Riley woke up early—at noon.

For a Void Tribulation expert like him, someone who could live for ten thousand years, sleep was a mere luxury, not a necessity. He could go decades without resting and still remain perfectly fine.

Yet, there was something profoundly comforting about sleeping, especially when he had a naked, beautiful woman nestled in his arms.

The warmth of her soft skin against his own, the slow rise and fall of her breathing, the lingering scent of passion from the night before—it was a pleasure that transcended the need for rest.

If it were up to him, he would have stayed in bed a little longer, indulging in the serenity of the moment. But the world had other plans for him.

Knock, knock.

"Young Master Riley, a messenger from the Stone Mountain Sect has arrived," Ruby’s voice came from beyond the door, crisp and professional as always.

Riley sighed, rubbing his temple before reluctantly pulling himself out of bed.

"I’ll be right out, Ruby. Thanks."

As he dressed, his thoughts wandered. It had been a while since he last concerned himself with sect matters.

The title of ’Sect Elder’ carried responsibilities, but did he really care about them anymore?

He was strong now—far stronger than most could comprehend. He didn’t need the sect. If anything, the sect needed him.

By the time he was ready, thirty minutes had passed, yet he remained seated in his chamber, staring at the parchment in his hands.

He read the letter for what must have been the hundredth time, his eyes scanning over the words as if expecting them to change.

It was a summons. The sect master had an urgent mission for him.

"Should I go or should I stay?" he muttered under his breath.

With his current strength, he could refuse without consequence. No one in the sect could force him to do anything anymore. But despite that, he found himself hesitating.

Healing had always been his calling. It was the foundation of his identity, the very essence of his being.

There was something deeply fulfilling about mending wounds, curing diseases, and bringing people back from the brink of death.

Seeing the gratitude in their eyes, feeling the weight of their relief—he lived for that.

But at the same time…

"Would my life be dull if I spent all of it healing others?"

The thought gnawed at him. He had spent weeks staying in green field city and he was happy but deep inside him he wanted more than this.

A slow smile spread across his face as realization dawned upon him.

"Nope. I can always go back to healing. But first… I think it’s time for a little adventure."

For the first time in a long while, he felt something stir within him—a sense of excitement, of anticipation. The world was vast, filled with mysteries and dangers beyond his comprehension.

There were places he had yet to see, battles he had yet to fight, experiences he had yet to embrace.

Yes, he was a healer. But he was also a man. And right now, the thrill of the unknown called to him more than the comfort of his usual path.

Standing up, he folded the letter and set it aside. He had made his decision. The sect could wait. For now, he would carve his own path—not just as a healer, but as someone seeking something greater.

With a newfound determination, he stepped out of his chamber, ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.