My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 147 Journey

Riley, having just shared a tender kiss with Princess Anya, moved with practiced ease to prepare everything. They were already naked on the bed now and so the final steps a mere formality.

He could have lingered over foreplay, teasing and caressing Anya's pussy, but he considered Princess Elsa's presence.

He knew these women weren't yet at ease with one another, and he didn't want to sow seeds of favoritism so early if he hoped to cultivate a peaceful and harmonious relationship between them all.

"This is going to hurt the first time, Anya. Brace yourself," Riley murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the air. There was a touch of both concern and anticipation in his tone.

Anya nodded, her eyes closed, her body tense yet yielding. She spread her legs wide, revealing a delicate, tight pink virgin pussy, a pristine canvas poised on the edge of a new experience.

Riley's gaze lingered on her, a mixture of awe and a burning desire.

The thought of entering her untouched depths, of being the first to claim her, ignited a profound sense of honor and responsibility within him. He licked his lips, the anticipation almost tangible in the air.

He made no further words, instead, his touch became a symphony of consideration.

He gently massaged and coaxed, his fingers tracing the contours of her exquisite curves, his thumb finding the entrance to her inner world.

He moved with a slow, deliberate grace, his lips lingering on her inner thighs, his touch as delicate as a feather, yet promising and powerful.

He coaxed and teased, building a slow, rhythmic crescendo of anticipation, until her juices pooled around the head of his cock, slicking the tip and preparing the way for the inevitable.

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Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he began to push his cock deep into Anya's tight virgin cunt.

"Ahhhhh..." Anya moaned, a sound that was both a gasp and a sigh, a mixture of surprise and pleasure. The size of Riley's cock presented an initial challenge to her untouched depths.

But with each slow, measured thrust, a profound surrender began.

He moved with a patient understanding, honoring her every response, adjusting his pace to her comfort, his every motion a dance of respect and desire.

After a few moments of exquisite pressure, the head of his cock settled inside her, a profound and undeniable connection between them.

A wave of intense sensation washed over her as the monstrous first invader sought its place deep within her uncharted depths.

The world outside faded, replaced by the exquisite sensations flooding her senses. It was a beautiful and painful awakening, a transformation into a woman.

And of course, Riley had to move. He was quite surprised by the insistent, active response from Anya's pussy.

It was already gripping at his cock, a silent, urgent plea for hard, relentless fucking, and that's exactly what he did next, his actions fueled by his own desire.

Pak. Pak. Pak.

The rhythmic pounding began, a dance as ancient as time itself, and Riley found himself completely consumed by the experience.

He appreciated the intense tightness of Anya's embrace, savoring the power of his conquest.

While women like Elsa and Anya came to him, offering themselves completely—mind, body, and soul—ultimately, it was him who sought to reciprocate with a depth and intensity that both women would carry with them forever.

This was more than just sex; this was a profound initiation into the world of lust and desire. Riley's movements became increasingly powerful, each thrust a testament to his growing passion.

He pounded Anya relentlessly, a rhythm that echoed the primal urges of their bodies, a rhythm that had to continue for a long, long time.

He felt the exquisite tension in her body, the way her muscles contracted and released with each impact, the soft moans escaping her lips, and the heat rising between them.

Every surge of pleasure, every gasp of breath, was a shared experience, a testament to the raw power of their connection.

He felt, deeply, that this was an experience that would shape them both, an unforgettable moment etched in the memories of their lives.

"Ahhhhh..." Anya's moans were a symphony of pleasure and pain, a beautiful cacophony. Earlier discomfort had melted away, replaced by a profound, almost overwhelming fullness deep within her.

It was a sensation she'd never known, a feeling she knew she would crave again and again. Everything would have been perfect – a shared kiss, a lost couple consumed by passion – if not for the unwelcome presence.

As Anya opened her eyes, Princess Elsa, a venomous serpent, had stolen Riley's lips, her presence a stark contrast to the intimacy Anya had craved.

"The snake," Elsa muttered, her expression a mask of icy indifference. But the venomous thought coiled within her mind. She had a plan, a way to reclaim the moment, to make it hers.

"Saint Riley, take it harder, please. Make me yours. Make me yours alone," Anya whispered, her voice a siren's call. Her urgency was palpable, demanding. She didn't have to wait.

Pak. Pak. Pak.

The rhythm intensified. Riley's movements became a relentless assault, each thrust a wave of raw power. The bed groaned under the onslaught, shuddering with every movement.

Anya, lost in the intoxicating rhythm, didn't care for the groaning bed. She only felt the wild, fat cock, an instrument of exquisite torture and pleasure, threatening to unravel her entirely.

And unravel her it did. The impact was no longer just physical, it was an unforgettable experience that resonated into her very soul.

The world blurred, and the sound of her own moans became the only thing she heard. The world was a kaleidoscope of sensations, all focused on this single, consuming act.

Her body was a temple, and Riley was its priest, performing a sacred ritual that left her breathless and begging for more.

The world spun around them, a vortex of raw emotion and physicality, leaving her utterly lost and consumed by the relentless rhythm.

"Something's coming! Saint Riley!" Princess Anya's voice was a mixture of breathless ecstasy and primal urgency as she reached her first orgasm of the night.

Her pussy, a tightly wound spring, clamped around Riley's cock, her body convulsing in a tempest of pleasure.

Each muscle, each nerve ending, screamed in unison, a symphony of sensation that threatened to shatter her very being.

She was close to losing consciousness, the sheer intensity of the experience pulling her into a dizzying vortex of feeling.

Coming on such a powerful cock was nothing short of divine, a revelation that eclipsed any other pleasure she'd ever known.

Yet, amidst the tempest, she maintained her grace, her body a vessel of raw, untamed power.

She rode the wave of pleasure, a princess in a storm, her body a fountain of pure release, spraying her exquisite climax across the bed.

Hahhhh...

Hahhhh...

Hahhhh...

The tremors subsided, the waves of sensation receding, leaving her breathless and utterly spent. Her breathing grew ragged, her body still trembling.

But a smile, slow and satisfied, touched her lips as she felt Riley's release deep within her, a final, potent surge of pleasure that reverberated through her entire being.

The heat lingered, a lingering warmth that spread through her body, a testament to the power of their connection.

She lay there, a masterpiece of exhaustion and exhilaration, a princess returned from the depths of her own desires.

She'd have relished the continuation of the passionate encounter, but Princess Elsa, with a glint in her eyes, was not about to let it end so easily. The night's symphony of pleasure was far from over.

"It's my turn, Saint Riley. I need you. I want you. Please, make love to me again," Princess Elsa whispered, her voice a seductive caress, a siren's song meant to lure him into her embrace.

Her words, laced with a touch of playful defiance, sent shivers down Riley's spine. The allure of beautiful women, their undeniable desires, was a potent elixir.

He couldn't resist the intoxicating dance of their needs. There was no turning back from the intoxicating path of pleasure they'd embarked on.

"Of course," Riley grinned, a hint of anticipation in his eyes. He wasn't a novice in the art of a passionate threesome, his touch already knowing and skilled, a dance of pleasure he understood intimately. He moved with a practiced ease, a maestro leading his orchestra of desires.

He navigated the intricate dance between the two princesses, their bodies responding to his touch with a symphony of moans and gasps.

He moved between them, his attention flitting from one to the other, coaxing out their deepest desires.

The room, once a haven of intimacy, now transformed into a temple of pleasure.

Anya and Elsa, lost in the intoxicating rhythm, surrendered to the escalating waves of sensation, their moans and cries echoing the growing intensity.

The night was a masterpiece woven with the threads of their pleasure, their bodies intertwined in a dance of passion and desire.

Each gasp, each moan, each shudder was a testament to the exquisite journey they'd embarked on.

The room pulsed with a feverish energy, a symphony of pleasure escalating relentlessly as Riley brought both princesses to the peak of ecstasy, one after another, throughout the night.

The air hung thick with the scent of desire and the echoes of countless orgasms, a long priceless experience to the passionate journey that stretched on towards dawn.