Witcher - Seeking the Djinn - Sex Stories

Witcher - Seeking the Djinn

... her eyes pleading.

He kissed her passionately, empathetic to wanting a child you couldn’t have. He abandoned his child's surprise to be free of the fate-assigned burden and yet he felt like something was missing. A constant feeling that he failed to protect her from something that was going to happen. He finally felt like he understood Yennefer, he wanted her to have what she yearned for.

“Let’s see if we can break your curse,” he said, watching her eyes soften. His own heart softened for her as it had never done for another human.

“Thank you,” she mouthed silently, watching this man with a newfound respect. After the orgasm she just had, she knew if any man could break her curse, it would be him. At that moment, something new stirred between them. This wasn’t just a sexual transaction, it became something more.

ACT 7: The Game of Domination and Submission

As Yennefer gazed into Geralt's eyes, a mix of intrigue and uncertainty swirled within her. She pondered the enigma that he presented, wondering if he was truly under her charm or if he possessed a power of his own that captivated her. The lingering effects of her recent orgasm echoed through her body, her heart fluttering in the wake of such intense pleasure. He looked at her unlike any man had looked at her before, like a man in love.

As Geralt effortlessly lifted her from the water, their bodies still glistening with droplets of water, Yennefer couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. Their ...

... bodies pressed together, damp flesh against damp flesh, as Geralt carried her with a strength and grace that spoke of his Witcher prowess. Yennefer's own body responded to his touch, her legs wrapped tightly around his body, the echoes of her orgasm mingling with the desire for more.

As they reached the four-post bed, Geralt gently laid Yennefer on her back against the soft silk sheets, their bodies still entwined in an embrace of heated lust. He stood up, towering over her, his rippling muscles dripping with power and masculinity. Geralt guided Yennefer's legs gracefully over his broad shoulders, allowing him deeper access to her embrace. Geralt watched Yennefer surrender to him, her legs leaving her vulnerable to his whim. His hands reached down to cup her wonderful breasts, they were soft in his palms and his fingers gently squeezed and twisted her pink puffy erect nipples. His thick cock, ridged with excitement, slid into her warm wet cunt. The heat of her flesh sheath wrapped tightly around him, consuming his girth, gripping down into him as he entered and exited her in long deep thrusts.

Yennefer's gaze locked onto Geralt's, her desire burning brightly in her eyes. She could feel the weight of her curse, the longing to be freed from its shackles.

"Take me, Geralt!" she cried out, her voice filled with a mix of desperation and raw desire. "Fill me with your cum! Break this curse that binds me!"

Yennefer's body arched in response to Geralt's every movement, her ...