Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... the rhythmic movements of their bodies. Each word that escapes her lips is laced with urgency, a desperate plea for more, for that final release that will consume her entirely.

He adjusts his movements, instinctively knowing what she needs. With each stroke and every calculated touch, he brings her closer to the pinnacle of bliss. He whispers words of encouragement, his voice laced with primal intensity. "Cum for me, Yennefer. Let me feel your release. I want to see you drown in ecstasy."

Driven by her desperate need for release, Yennefer succumbs to the overwhelming waves of pleasure crashing through her body, her voice trembles with ecstasy, and she utters words that reflect her blissful surrender. "Oh, gods... Geralt... I'm yours... completely yours!" As her climax washes over her body, she finds solace in Geralt's steadfast presence, his words and touches amplifying her pleasure until it consumes her entirely.

Geralt smiles broadly, his body rising off of her, standing prideful like a ruler observing his conquest. He was monolithic, his body rigid as if carved from stone. His yellow eyes piercing her soul, she realized that the tides had turned fully. She was under his control, his charms not made of magic but physical power, captured her.

As Yennefer's body slowly recovered from the intensity of her recent orgasm, she found herself taken aback by the insatiable nature of the White Wolf before her. It seemed that Geralt possessed a seemingly limitless well ...

... of desire.

Her breath hitched as she felt the warm touch of Geralt's lips against her ankles, his arms wrapped around her leg, his kisses traveling a tantalizing path down her leg. The sensation was both delicate and electrifying, sending shivers of pleasure cascading through her. Her skin tingled beneath his tender ministrations.

Geralt's lips caressed the curve of her calf, leaving a trail of featherlight kisses in their wake. Yennefer's senses heightened as she felt the moist heat of his mouth inching ever closer to the apex of her inner thigh. Her anticipation grew with each passing moment, her body yearning for the exquisite pleasure that awaited her.

With each lingering kiss, Geralt seemed to awaken Yennefer, an awakening of desire that threatened to consume her entirely. Her body responded eagerly, arching subtly to meet his lips, as if urging him to explore further and discover the depths of her pleasure.

“Geralt, what are you doing to me? I need your seed. We shouldn’t do this.” She pleaded but deep within her she begged for his tongue to consume her.

As Geralt's lips traveled lower, he descended to his knees, inching closer to the core of her femininity, Yennefer's breath quickened. She could feel her body responding to the subtle caresses, her essence begging for him to continue. The anticipation became almost unbearable, a simmering ache that pulsed through her veins.

And as Geralt's lips finally met the apex of her inner thigh, his long tongue ...