Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... touch me. I love how you make me feel.”

With a pang of hunger in her eyes, Yennefer takes his command to heart. She moves with an intensity fueled by her longing, rising and falling on him with unyielding fervor. Each descent is an act of surrender, an offering of herself to him and their shared pleasure.

"Gods, Yennefer," he groans, his voice thick with need. "You feel incredible. Your every movement drives me wild."

Her response is a sultry gasp, a symphony of pleasure and desire. She locks eyes with him, her gaze filled with primal hunger. "You're all I want," she whispers, her voice laced with a mixture of longing and determination. "I crave your cum, your passion. I want to show you that I deserve you."

With each rise, her inner walls clench around him, gripping him tightly, unwilling to let go. The vacancy left in his wake increased her yearning. And with each fall, she plunges deeper into the depths of pleasure, filling her, stretching her.

Grunting with desire, Geralt recognizes her beauty. "You're exquisite, Yennefer. Every inch of you belongs to me."

She surrenders herself to the intoxicating sensations that consume her. With each rise, her body lifts, suspended in anticipation, her core pulsating with eagerness. With each decent she plummets to take him back inside of her, inch by inch, filling herself with his presence. Her thighs quiver with effort, trembling under the strain of her own passion.

Gasping with pleasure, she says, "Take me... ...

... completely... I want to feel you in every way."

She feels him deep within her, every inch of him igniting her senses. The friction of their bodies, the pressure building within her core, drives her closer to the edge. Her moans grow louder, mingling with his guttural sounds of pleasure.

"You are truly amazing, Yennefer," he breathes, his voice husky and filled with sincerity. "The way you embrace your desires, the passion that burns within you, it captivates me. I have never met anyone quite like you."

Her hips roll and undulate, finding a rhythm that drives them both to the precipice of pleasure. The sensation of him sliding in and out of her, the friction and heat that builds with every thrust, consumes her senses and sends waves of delight coursing through her veins.

Geralt lays back watching her work. As Yennefer straddles him, her hands resting against his knees, her round and ample rear tantalizingly shaking with each sensual movement, the intensity between them escalates. Her moans of pleasure grow in volume, resonating through the air.

With a firm grip on her hips, Geralt pulls her closer, driving himself deeper into her warmth. The sensation of his thumb pressing against her asshole only adds fuel to the fire of her desire, causing her to let out a scream of pleasure.

"Oh, Geralt," she gasps, her voice filled with a mix of need and satisfaction. "You feel so good inside me. Make me feel every inch of you, every stroke, every thrust."

"Yennefer," he ...