Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... arms.

Geralt, his voice filled with desire and a hint of playful arrogance, responds to Yennefer's orgasmic ecstasy with a confident statement. "All night, Yennefer. I could pleasure you like this for hours."

In the aftermath, Yennefer's body lay spent, a sheen of perspiration glistening on her skin. She turned to face Geralt, she knew now that he was right, he could do this all night and she couldn’t. She needed to coax his seed out of him and needed a new strategy.

ACT 8: I Refuse to Yield

Yennefer crawled onto the bed, her thighs shaking. She beckoned Geralt to join her. As he did, crawling after her, she embraced his face and kissed him. She guided him to lay down, his head on the pillows of the bed, to lay flat on his back. Yennefer straddled Geralt on the bed, her eyes smoldering with a mixture of desire and determination. As she held his hands firmly above his head, a mischievous smile played on her lips. With a wave of her hand, she summoned the arcane energies that flowed within her.

The air crackled with raw power as Yennefer began to chant in an ancient language, her voice resonating with authority. The room seemed to tremble in response to her incantation, the very fabric of reality bending to her will.

Mystical symbols appeared in the air around them, glowing with an otherworldly radiance. They shimmered and swirled, forming a barrier of energy that encased Geralt's wrists, binding them tightly to the bed. It was a spell of both pleasure and ...

... restraint, designed to heighten their intimate connection.

Yennefer leaned closer, her lips brushing against Geralt's ear as she whispered, her voice filled with a seductive allure, "Don't resist, my dear Witcher. Let go and surrender to the magic between us. I will satisfy you today!"

Geralt's heart pounded in his chest as he gazed up at her, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and lust. He knew that Yennefer's magic was potent, capable of bringing pleasure beyond imagination. As the spell took hold, sensations coursed through Geralt's body, amplifying every touch, every caress. He could feel the energy of the spell intertwining with his desires, intensifying the pleasure that pulsed through his veins.

Yennefer's hands trailed along his body, her touch igniting a fire within him. The spell she had cast heightened every sensation, making every stroke, every kiss, an exquisite torment of pleasure that burned like an unquenchable forest fire.

With each movement, Yennefer's control over the spell became more apparent. She reveled in the dominance she held over Geralt, guiding him through the peaks of pleasure. She could feel his taut flesh reactivating to her magic, his heartbeat racing for satisfaction. But she knew she needed to ensure he was close, if she stood any chance of taking his seed, he needed to be on the precipice of explosion as her own climax was nigh.

Yennefer stood up, standing over Geralt. Her legs spread, her vagina dripping with arousal for ...