Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... delightful pressure that pushes him to the edge of euphoria. As he continues his passionate assault, he revels in the feeling of her body yielding to his every movement.

Yennefer feels an intoxicating mix of sensations. Her body pulses with anticipation as he fills both entrances, stretching her to the limits of her pleasure. The exquisite fullness and the delicious pressure send waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. The dual stimulation, the intertwining sensations, create an electrifying symphony within her. Her breath hitches, her heart races, and she feels as if she's on the precipice of a divine release. Her body responds to each thrust, every touch with uncontrollable spasms, urging her towards that ultimate peak of pleasure.

As the waves of pleasure wash over her, Yennefer finds her voice amidst the rapture. Her moans and gasps blend with whispered words, a symphony of desire.

"Oh gods, yes," she breathes, her voice a breathless plea. "More... don't stop."

He responds in a husky tone, his words dripping with a mix of command and adoration. "You were made for this, my love. You're so beautiful, so perfect."

Her desires reach their mountainous peak, as the monster thrust into her he meets his power with an equal lunge of her hips. The thin layer of skin that separates her stretched-out cunt and her fist-filled burning asshole sears with pain, feeling like a rubber band that is about to snap. But it's her will that snaps, instead, unable to hold ...

... back the release any longer her arch bends, buckling to his powerful thrust, as she collapses into the bed.

Her body quivers, from her core to the tips of her fingers and toes as she screams in passion, her voice shaking, her warm release surrounding his large cock that continues to thrust into her. Her climax rolls from one orgasm to another seemingly never-ending, “Oh my gods, I can’t stop cumming! I can’t get enough of you!” Her voice trembles with need as she voices her desires. "Please, fill me with your cum... please give me what I desire."

“No, Yennefer,” he said, with a playful smile, “If you want my cum you have to work for it… without magic. Show me you want it!”

As his strong hands wrap around her waist, Yennefer's body is lifted upright into his embrace, her knees straddling him and her back faces him. The warmth of his breath against the nape of her neck, his lips kissing her sending shivers of anticipation down her spine.

His hands find their way to her breasts, squeezing and kneading. His fingers twist and squeeze per pink nipples with a mix of possessiveness and adoration. His touch ignites a fire within her, intensifying the sensations that course through her body. Her moans become more urgent, more desperate, as he expertly toys with her sensitive peaks. His voice was a low growl. "Show me how much you want it, Yennefer," he urges, his words dripping with desire. "Ride me. Make me cum. Work for your prize."

Yennefer moans, "Oh, I love how you ...