The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 4) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 4)

... thrust himself fully into her.

"Fuck, Sasha, you are so hot!" Geralt exclaimed.

"Please call me Cantarella, Geralt! I want you to claim me as your lover! To scream my name as you cum in me! I...I want to always have something to remember you by," she begged, still shaking from the intensity of her orgasm.

“I’ll give you something to remember me by,” he said. Geralt removed himself from her. His cock shifted, rubbing against the puckered flesh of her asshole, which spread to accommodate his thick flesh.

"I am claiming all of you, Cantarella! I want you to remember that this Witcher will always own your body!"

She purred in response, her body quivering with anticipation as his hips pressed against her rear, the head of his cock teasing her puckered entrance with a promise of unbridled pleasure and unyielding rapture.

As Geralt's strong hands pulled her into the heat of his body.

As he pushed into her, she let out a small squeal of pleasure mixed with a hint of surprise. "Oh, god, you're too big!" she gasped, her body quivering with the delicious onslaught of sensations that seemed to wash over her in an unending wave of pleasure and unyielding need.

With a determined thrust, his hardened flesh pressed into her, and this time, she found herself unable to resist, her taut puckered hole opening up for him in a testament to the unspoken desire that seemed to consume her whole. She could feel her ass expanding around him, her body yielding to his every touch ...

... and his every movement with an unyielding fervor that seemed to eclipse everything else in a rush of unbridled bliss and unspoken longing

Cantarella released a howl at his intrusion. Her back arched, creating a tantalizing curve, while her buttocks pressed against Geralt's hips, sensually sandwiching his hard flesh in the rhythm of their passion.

He took a moment to savor the tightness enveloping him, his body reacting to the exhilarating sensation of claiming her in such an intimate way. With a controlled thrust, he began to move within her, each motion deliberate and precise, eliciting a symphony of pleasure and need that seemed to fill the room with an unending wave of unbridled passion and unyielding desire. She moaned, the sound a delightful mixture of pleasure and surprise as her body adjusted to his size, her senses ablaze with the intoxicating dance of unbridled ecstasy and unspoken longing.

As he relentlessly plowed into her, she felt a whirlwind of emotions course through her—exhilaration, vulnerability, and a sense of freedom she had never experienced. Her moans rose in pitch and intensity, each one a testament to the surrender she was experiencing, both physically and emotionally.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed, her body trembling with anticipation, her skin flushed with the fire of their entwined desire. Each thrust of his hips sent shockwaves through her, her moans growing in volume and urgency as she teetered on the edge of ecstasy. Her hands grasped ...