Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... breathes, her voice a delicate plea. "Again! Punish me again, give me what I deserve!"

The anticipation electrifies the air as he obliges, his hand rising and falling in the rhythm of her heartbeat. With each stinging slap, her moans grow in volume, mingling with the intoxicating scent of arousal that fills the room.

Positioned behind her, he aligns himself with her achingly yearning body. His hand firmly gripping her hips, he thrusts and pulls her into him rapidly. His girth fills her void, a surge of ecstasy courses through Yennefer's veins, eliciting a primal howl of pleasure from deep within her core. The intensity of his penetration sends shockwaves cascading through her body, igniting every nerve ending in a symphony of pleasure.

As he ravishes her with primal fervor, he leans close to her ear, his voice laced with a deep, commanding tone. "You're mine," he growls, his words dripping with possessiveness. "You were made for this, to be taken by me, to surrender to my every desire."

She feels a delicious stretch, her inner walls accommodating his impressive size with a tantalizing resistance. The sensation is a heady blend of fullness and pleasure, as if every inch of him is claiming her, filling the void that yearned for his touch. Her body instinctively arches, seeking more of him, craving his beastly offering.

“Yes! Yes! Make me yours! Claim me!” She screams.

As his long cock slides in and out of her, her moans rise and fall In the heat of their ...

... passionate exchange, he continues to whisper words of dominance, urging her on to greater heights of pleasure. "You are mine to pleasure," he declares, his voice husky and commanding. "Every moan, every gasp, every tremor of your body belongs to me."

With each subsequent thrust, she becomes acutely aware of every nuanced movement, every contour of his arousal caressing her most sensitive depths stimulating her nerve endings. As he plunges deeper, she feels the walls of pleasure within her expand and contract, pulsating with every rhythmical motion. Waves of pleasure crash over her, the intensity building with each thrust, pushing her closer to the precipice of an explosive release.

As their bodies move with increasing urgency, his voice becomes more primal, more possessive. "You're mine to ravish," he groans, his voice laced with unrestrained desire. "Every inch of you belongs to me, to pleasure, to possess."

Her heart races at his words, the power of his possession electrifying her senses. She feels desired, wanted, and utterly consumed by the force of his passion.

Her inner muscles clench and ripple around him, a desperate attempt to hold onto the pleasurable invasion that fills her to the brim. It's an exquisite balance of pleasure and pressure, an intoxicating blend that ignites her desire to be consumed by him entirely.

As he feels her grip tightening around him, he revels in the sensations coursing through his body. With a husky tone, he leans in close to her ...