Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... shared desire where they felt each other's sensations.

“Oh fuck Yennifer! You are so tight!” Geralt yelled, reaching a level of passion he can’t remember. His thick shaft slid into her warmth quivering in excitement. He now realized that he was not the conqueror but instead, the one being conquered.

The room echoed with the sound of their shared passion, the crackling of the whip intermingling with their gasps and moans. The flames of desire danced in their eyes, their bodies entangled in a fierce dance of dominance and surrender.

Yennerfer’s fingers buried themselves into the white hair on his chest. Her sharp nails clawed at him like a monster trying to peel off his flesh one layer at a time. Her hips bounced up and down on his, rocking back and forth on his length. Her head tossed back, howling in pleasure as his flesh, more rigid than ever, stretched her wide open.

“Oh, Geralt! I feel the surge of energy coursing through you," she teased, "You have untapped power begging to be set free."

Unable to move his hand or legs, his hips thrust upward into her causing her to yelp. “Oh, mmm, yes! Yes!” He needed to satisfy her. He wanted to own her. He was unable to hold back, the flame drew out his every desire.

As their encounter intensified, the flames of the whip grew brighter, burning with an infernal fervor. The heat enveloped them both, heightening their connection and intensifying their desires. Geralt could feel her edging closer to her apex as he move ...

... closer to his. His body quivered in anticipation as he groaned in ecstasy, “Mmm, yes. Oh, Yennefer, I am so close! Get ready to feel my power unleash into you!”

In the crescendo of their shared pleasure, the flames of the whip evaporated, and Yennerfer’s body moved feverishly into him, focused solely on his pleasure. The sounds of their wet skin slapping against each other were accented by their harmonic moans of pleasure. The euphoria washed over him like a tidal wave, leaving him breathless and consumed by the rapturous copulation.

The bodies beat into one other, sweat dripping from her body as she worked his long pole in an out of her vagina. As Geralt and Yennefer reached the pinnacle of their intense lovemaking, their bodies unleashed their primal cries of pleasure and fulfillment.

“Geralt! Yes! Take Me! Fill me!” Yennifer screamed. Her voice trembled with ecstasy, filled with longing to be consumed by him completely. Her primal cry was a plea for more, an invitation for Geralt to unleash his mutant seed into her depths.

“Yennefer! Gods, you’re incredible!” His voice filled with awe and satisfaction, the unrivaled pleasure she has bestowed upon him evident. His massive cock twitches, his back arches, and his mouth opens wide letting out a monstrous yell, “Ahhhhh!”.

The floodgates of his passion release like a damn exploding from the weight of the water that held it. “Yennefer! You will be mine. Always!” he screams as jets of his hot release paint her cervix ...