Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... tasted her sweet release. The soft wet flesh of his tongue licked from her ass to her vagina in long purposeful motions giving her what she wanted, what she needed. His fingers curled to touch her G-spot and moved in and out of her. His hot breath lingered on her clitoris before he consumed it allowing his tongue to send electric waves of pleasure to all of her nerve endings. A tremor coursed through Yennefer's body. She surrendered completely to the pleasure, her thighs trembling with the promise of blissful ecstasy.

Her cries reached a fever pitch, echoing through the room as waves of ecstasy washed over her. "Oh, oh, ohhh!" she exclaimed, her voice a melodic composition of pleasure. "Ah-ah-ah-ahhh!"

Yennefer's hands instinctively gripped Geralt's white hair, her fingers intertwining with the strands as she enjoyed the intoxicating moment of passion. The sensation of his talented tongue and skilled fingers exploring her most intimate depths ratcheted up the intensity she felt, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of her desires. Each orgasm that proceeded made her more and more sensitive to the next.

Her hips moved in sync with his expert ministrations. Each flick of his tongue against her sensitive flesh ignited a new surge of desire, while his fingers expertly stroked and caressed, teasing her to the brink of rapture. Yennefer's body undulated beneath Geralt's touch. Her moans filled the air, mingling with the soft slurping sounds of his devilish kiss ...

... and the slapping sounds of his fingers pushing in and out of her. Yennefer found herself losing all sense of control, completely immersed in the consuming pleasure that Geralt expertly bestowed upon her.

As his tongue delved deeper, tracing patterns of ecstasy along her most sensitive areas, Yennefer's breath quickened and her heart raced. The sheer intensity of the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, but she welcomed it, craving the release that awaited her on the precipice.

At this moment, Yennefer's world narrowed down to the electrifying sensations that consumed her. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure coursing through her veins, the exquisite delight that Geralt effortlessly coaxed from her with each stroke and caress.

"Ah! Ahh! Yes! Yes!" she screamed, her voice a crescendo of pleasure. "Oh, gods, Geralt! Ahh... Mmm!"

Her body tensed the pressure building to an unbearable peak. She felt herself teetering on the edge, on the precipice of an explosion that promised to shatter her into a thousand radiant fragments. And with one final stroke, one last flick of his tongue, she shattered, her body convulsing in waves of indescribable bliss.

Geralt consumed her flood of liquids as a desert plant parched for water.

Yennefer lay spent and breathless, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her release. She gazed up at Geralt, her eyes filled with a mixture of awe and gratitude, knowing that she had experienced something extraordinary in his ...