Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... gasps of pleasure blending with his deep moans. With each thrust, they reveled in the exquisite friction and the electrifying sensation that pulsed through them.

Geralt, aware of his Witcher nature and the endurance it brings, playfully teases Yennefer as he embraces the challenge she presents. With a mischievous smile, he responds to her with a confident yet enticing tone.

"Oh, Yennefer," he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of playful seduction. "You know I'm not an easy man to satisfy. If you want to make me release it, you'll have to work for it. But don't worry, I'm more than willing to let you try."

With that, his thrusts became more rapid as he plunged in and out of her. Their hips slap together as he rides her body writhing around in euphoria. Her voice quivers with pleasure, each word laced with a sultry tone that resonates with raw passion. It trembles with a mix of urgency and longing, conveying her deep need to be consumed by the fiery rapture Geralt offers. Her breath gasps and moans punctuate her words.

"More... harder... yes!" she cries out, her voice filled with a mixture of longing and surrender. The words spill forth with an almost desperate fervor as if she can't get enough of the pleasure he provides. Her voice rises and falls with each movement, riding the waves of their carnal union. Yennefer surrendered to the sensations coursing through her, every touch sent waves of ecstasy cascading through her being.

Her fingers found purchase in ...

... the sheets beneath them, gripping them tightly as the pleasure built within her. The bed beneath them creaked in time with their passionate rhythm.

He places a gentle kiss on her lips, his voice low and filled with a promise. "Don't worry, Yennefer. I'm here for you. I want to feel you unravel beneath me, to witness your pleasure consume you." His words carry a reassurance, a vow that he will do everything in his power to satisfy her needs.

His lips gently kiss her neck, her legs still on his shoulders now folding her in half with his weight. His hands wrap around her shoulders holding her in place as his hips slam deep into her, his length penetrating her deeper and deeper.

“Oh fuck, Geralt! Oh gods you are so huge! Oh, Geralt! Yes! Deeper! Harder! Take me!”

He slowed down to take his time, teasing, bringing her to the edge again and again. His focus is solely on her pleasure, and selfless dedication to fulfilling her desires.

"Gods, Geralt! I need you! Give it to me! Give me everything you have!" With each word that escapes her lips, her cries become more desperate,

As he continues to pleasure her, Geralt's words intertwine with his actions. "You're so close, Yennefer. Let go for me again. Surrender to the pleasure that's coursing through you," he urges, his voice a potent mix of encouragement and command.

"Don't stop! Don't you dare stop! I'm so close... I'm so close!" Her screams become a symphony of pleasure, an enchanting melody that intertwines with ...