Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... landed on her chest and glided between her the cleavage of her breasts to her mouth, its tip oozing a black pre-cum that he guided to her lips. Her lips parted, and her tongue licked the dark cream leaving a unique taste of salt and fire on her lips. The black veins that ran along his shaft moved like it was alive, throbbing and pulsing with energy. Her small hands traveled up and down his shaft, nursing more and more of his irresistible cream into her mouth.

“Witcher, It… it tastes wonderful…I can’t get enough,” she said, her hands rapidly pumping him, consuming his steady secretions, “It’s like pure elder magic, I feel power coursing through me!”

“Yennefer, that is just a taste of the pleasures that will soon consume you,” he said as he pushed his fat head into her. Her mouth opened wide, her teeth raking against the tip of his rigid flesh that filled her mouth.

His hands gripped her hair and his rod moved in and out of her welcoming wet mouth over and over. As he pushed she could feel the back of her throat close, oxygen getting closed off. But her lips wrapped around him with all of her power she sucked and sucked. Her slurping sounds encourage him onward.

“You are a good cock sucker. Yen, but I want more,” he said as he pulled out. She gasped for air. The saliva on her lips left long ropes that connected her to him. He moved between her legs, she lifted her knees and her legs spread apart welcoming him.

“Take what you want Monster, claim your prize,” she ...

... said with a licentious tone.

His beastly size was evident, it seemed to grow and throb with excitement. With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, she braces herself for his entry. As he guides himself towards her, Yennefer's breath catches in her throat. She can sense the sheer magnitude of him, aware that he may be too big to easily accommodate. The thought of his size fills her with a mixture of excitement and a slight twinge of apprehension

With a slow and deliberate movement, the monster begins to push his thick mushroom tip into her, his large, throbbing member pressing against her entrance, saturated with arousal. Yennefer's body instinctively tenses, feeling the exquisite stretch as he gradually enters her. As she relaxes, her legs open up wider, and the muscles of her pelvic floor give way allowing the large rigid tip of his manhood to enter her. She gasps, a mixture of pleasure and a hint of pain escaping her lips as he continues to penetrate deeper.

As he advances, Yennefer can feel her inner walls expanding to accommodate his girth. The sensation is intense, almost overwhelming, as she grapples with the mix of pleasure and slight the need to adjust to his increased size.

“Holy shit Geralt! Oh, my gods! You're fucking huge! Oh shit, you’re opening me up!”

Each inch he claims drives her wild, her body writhes to adjust, and moans sign from her lips like a chorus.

“Oh...ahhhh…mmm… fuck you feel good!” She can feel every ridge and pulsation of his ...