Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... veins, empowering him to break free from the magical binds that had once held him. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned the mystical energy of the Aard sign, shattering the constraints that sought to confine him.

As the binds disintegrated into nothingness, Geralt's dominance took hold, fueled by his potent Witcher abilities. He sat up, rubbing his wrists, his eyes fixed upon Yennefer with primal intensity. The air crackled with a mixture of desire and an unspoken challenge.

Yennefer scrambled backward, unsure how much of this monster was still Geralt. She cast a protection spell on herself just in case, a spell used to strengthen her body from damage and ward away evil, but the Witcher seemed unphased. She was trapped with nowhere to run.

As it crawled toward her she saw a hunger in its eyes, she was in awe of his size, his mass, his power. His long rigid cock and balls dangled below him, larger than before in both girth and length, it dragged on the bed aimed at her.

"You're mine, Yennefer," he growled, his words dripping with possessiveness. "You have been a bad girl for using forbidden magic, and now I must show you the consequences."

Yennefer's heart pounded in her chest as Geralt closed the distance between them, his transformed form moving with predatory grace. The initial fear that had gripped her began to morph into a strange mixture of excitement and anticipation. His words, spoken with a certain intensity, sent shivers down her spine.

“You ...

... released me from my prison, Yennefer, now you must entertain me!” He said coyly, recognizing the fear in her eyes and increasing his arousal.

His strong arms captured her, and Yennefer felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. His touch, once comforting and familiar, now carried an undercurrent of intensity and primal energy. He pulled her toward him, under him, her back on the bed, she was unable to resist, she couldn't help but respond to the magnetic pull between them.

His white hands cupped her soft breasts, pushing them together. His back curves, his mouth consumed her breast, and his demon tongue ravages her nipples while his teeth raked over her supple skin. Yennefer, surprised, realized the beast was hungry with the desire she had awoken. Her only chance was to satisfy it so she could return Geralt to normal.

He continued to move over her, his mouth pressed against her ears, “Yennefer, I can hear your heart beating, smell your musky arousal,” the beast said with a demonic grin.

Yennefer finds herself caught in a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The sight of his monstrous form initially fills her with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. However, amidst her inner turmoil, Yennefer's desire for Geralt prevails. In that pivotal moment, she makes a conscious decision to let the monster take her, to explore her depths with an intensity that bordered on primal.

“This is what you want, right mage?” He said in a cocky tone.

Geralts massive phallus ...