Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... ear, his voice laden with desire and a touch of mischief. "You think you can handle me?" he whispers, his words sending a thrill down her spine. "I'm going to stretch you to your limits, Yen. Are you ready?"

His words hang in the air, fueling her anticipation as he slowly eases himself deeper into her. With each measured thrust, he feels her body responding, her walls accommodating his size. But it's not just her grip that captivates his attention; his gaze is drawn to the subtle movements of her ass, the flexing and expanding of her muscles, her hole opening, and closing, winking at him with a mesmerizing dance of invitation.

He smirks, his voice laced with both challenge and admiration. "Look at you," he murmurs, his breath hot against her skin. "Your asshole is begging for attention, eager to join in on our passionate play." He caresses her cheek, feeling the muscles relax and contract in response. "I'll give it the attention it deserves, my enchantress. Prepare to be thoroughly claimed."

“Oh, no! Please! My asshole has never been claimed! Please no,” she begged but her pleas felt on deaf ears. The beast she summoned was interested in his pleasure..

With a wicked glint in his eyes, he allows his fingers to trail along her backside, tracing the contours of her curves, and teasingly dipping between her inviting cheeks.

With each rhythmic thrust of his long cock, his fingers press and tease against her opening butt hole, moving deeper and deeper, eliciting ...

... breathless gasps and moans of unbridled pleasure from her lips. With each thrust, he savors the tightness and the way she opens and closes around his fingers. The sight of her rear end consuming him inch by inch, seemingly yearning for more, excites him further, igniting a need to possess every inch of her.

He maintains a steady rhythm, his voice now a seductive whisper, urging her to surrender to the sensations. "You like it don’t you Yen," he encourages, his voice vibrating with desire. "You want me to stretch you open even more, don’t you!."

“Oh gods, I am being stretched to my limits by you already, Geralt!” She whimpers, unsure how much more she can take.

He adds a third meaty finger into her, punching in her, her muscle widening, turning bright red. She screams, “Oh gods, oh shit! I feel so filled!” Her body responds to him, undulating into his hand forcing the third finger all the way in.

He leans over her, his voice husky with desire. "You're so tight, so responsive. I love how you take me, how you want it."

She moans in response, her voice laced with need. "Yes, give it to me... all of it."

He shoves his fourth finger in, his pinky, allowing his hand to pump in and out of her tight ass. Her moans increase, completely filled, and both of the holes stretched to her capacity. She bucks into him begging for more. The tightness and warmth envelop him, driving him further into a state of primal ecstasy. The grip of her asshole on his fingers intensifies a ...