My Xianxia Harem Life-Chapter 144 Sophisticated

Elsa knew better than to assume his thoughts. Men like him were unpredictable, their desires as volatile as the storms that raged outside the castle walls.

She had learned that lesson the hard way, long before this moment.

"If you will accept me, Saint Riley, please allow me to continue," Elsa murmured, her voice soft but unwavering.

There was a vulnerability in her words, a quiet plea that betrayed the strength of her facade. She was not foolish enough to act without his consent.

The consequences of overstepping could be dire, and she had no intention of testing his patience.

Riley's lips curved into a faint smile, his amusement evident. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze sweeping over her with a mixture of curiosity and approval.

"Of course," he replied, his tone smooth and deliberate. "I'm not one to reject a gift so willingly offered."

Elsa's breath hitched, a flicker of relief passing through her eyes. She had gambled everything on this moment, and his acceptance was the reassurance she needed.

Her lips parted in a genuine smile, one that softened the sharp edges of her features and revealed a glimpse of the woman beneath the armor of pride and defiance.

"Thank you," she breathed, the words barely more than a whisper. Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic rhythm that mirrored the storm of emotions raging within her.

She stepped closer, her movements slow and deliberate, as though she were crossing a threshold into uncharted territory.

When her lips met Riley's, it was a collision of fire and ice, a kiss that was both tentative and desperate. Elsa's inexperience was evident, her actions clumsy but earnest.

She had spent years observing, learning how to navigate the treacherous waters of power and desire, but nothing could have prepared her for the reality of this moment.

The intimacy of it was overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatened to pull her under.

Her body burned with a heat she had never known, a fire that consumed her from within.

Her hands trembled as they reached for Riley, her fingers brushing against his chest before curling into the fabric of his golden robes.

She could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath her palm, a reminder of the life that pulsed between them.

The thought of lowering herself onto him, of surrendering to the desire that coiled in the pit of her stomach, filled her with a heady mix of dread and exhilaration.

It was a moment of exposure, a surrender of control that left her exposed in ways she had never imagined. And yet, despite the fear that clawed at the edges of her mind, she craved it. She craved him.

Riley's hands found her waist, his touch firm and grounding. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss with a hunger that matched her own.

Elsa's breath came in short, ragged gasps, her body trembling with the intensity of her emotions. She was adrift in a sea of sensation, her thoughts fragmented and incoherent.

There was only this moment, this connection, this desperate need to be seen, to be wanted, to be more than the sum of her scars and regrets.

As the kiss broke, Elsa's eyes fluttered open, her gaze locking with Riley's.

In that moment, she saw something in his eyes that mirrored her own turmoil, a reflection of the chaos that churned within them both.

It was a fleeting glimpse, a crack in the armor that surrounded them, but it was enough.

Enough to remind her that she was not alone. Enough to give her the strength to take the next step, whatever it might be.

Elsa, her eyes locked on Riley's handsome face, hesitated no more. She settled onto his massive cock, the sheer size of it, a monumental challenge, a testament to the power before her.

The enormous head pressed against her fresh, pink virginity, a stark contrast against the formidable instrument of pleasure and power.

"Ohhhhhh..." A low moan escaped her lips as the pressure mounted, a wave of sensation washing over her. Her body strained against the unfamiliar intrusion, her pussy muscles contracting and releasing in a rhythmic dance of pain and anticipation.

She persevered, her will a steel spring, fueled by a primal urge and a desire to conquer the challenge before her.

She pushed past the initial shock, until she felt a yielding, a parting, a welcoming opening within her. Her lips parted, opening to receive the formidable huge cock intruder.

Her face, a mask of intense concentration, mirrored the effort. She felt herself stretch, not just physically, but mentally, her boundaries pushed to unimaginable limits.

A realization, both terrifying and exhilarating, washed over her – women could truly contain such a vast thing. But Elsa wasn't one to yield; she pressed on, her descent unwavering.

"I can do this!" she urged herself, her voice barely a whisper, a battle cry against the pain.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she shifted her body upwards, then used every ounce of her strength, a torrent of muscle and will, to fully engage herself on Riley's cock.

A triumphant smile, a mixture of pain and exhilaration, touched her lips as she thought she'd taken it all. But, a frustrating but oddly compelling realization, forced a flicker of disappointment across her face.

Looking down, she realized, with a mixture of frustration and determination, that a significant portion of Riley's formidable member remained outside her now-tight embrace.

Blood, a sign to her purity, a crimson beacon against the white of her flesh, flowed, a clear sign of the struggle. But the pain did not deter her.

This was no mere physical challenge, but a test of her resolve, a proving ground for her desires.

"Ahhhh..." A gasp, laced with pain but tinged with a growing exhilaration, escaped her lips. Her resolve remained unshaken, fueled by a fierce, primal drive.

Driven by an indomitable will and an insatiable desire, she pushed upward again, her cunt walls gripping around the thick shaft.

Each movement, each surge of her body, was a testament to her strength, her will, and her willingness to embrace the impossible.

A tightening, a squeezing, a desperate need to claim every inch of that potent, powerful monstrous cock.

Elsa, with a final, desperate surge of energy, pushed one last time. This time, it was different. Not just different, but successful. A profound connection, a perfect alignment.

"PAK!" Her hips rose, meeting Riley's cock in a resounding impact that reverberated through her body.

She took it all—every inch of his immense manhood—inside her, a feeling so potent, so overwhelming, it was almost unbearable.

It was a symphony of pleasure and pain, a brutal dance of desire and sacrifice. The sensation was raw, visceral, a feeling as if her cunt was being shattered, torn apart, each muscle fiber screaming in protest.

She felt a searing heat, a tearing sensation, yet a profound rush of exhilaration. She didn't dare look down. She remained still, her body trembling, a mix of intense emotion.

Only one thought occupied her mind: the aftermath. Would she be whole again? Could she bear the price of what she'd done tonight?

The weight of the experience pressed down on her, a heavy burden of pleasure and agony, an obvious indication to the power of her desires and the price she was willing to pay in order to get it.