The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA)

... her desires mirrored in her eyes.

Geralt, his eyes locked on her, drank in her presence. The candle-lit glow danced along the curves of the satin gown emphasizing every curve of her full bosom, her stiff nipples piercing the fabric, and her wide sensual hips. His gaze filled with longing. A mixture of anticipation and vulnerability swirled within him as he replied, "I came for you."

In response, Yennefer leaned in, capturing Geralt's lips in a passionate kiss. It was a moment of surrender, a culmination of their shared desires and the yearning that had haunted them both. Their lips melded together, igniting a fire that had burned within them for what felt like an eternity. The outside world seemed to fade away as they reveled in the sweetness of their union, lost in the depth of their shared affection.

Yennefer, breaking the kiss, held Geralt's gaze, her voice a mere whisper as she spoke. "I was afraid the mountain would take you from me, but now I fear it took your senses instead."

Geralt, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and determination, responded, "Only my nonsense."

A flicker of amusement danced in Yennefer's eyes as she gazed at him, a soft smile playing upon her lips. "I quite like your nonsense," she admitted, her voice laced with affection and a touch of mischief.

Geralt's hands caressed Yennefer's cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. His lips kissed her as his thumb gently grazed her neck. He gave Yennefer a series of gentle ...

... kisses along her neck before inhaling deeply and whispering in her ear, “Hmm…that scent…The moment I dread most every time you leave… and it’s when it fades when you're really gone”

Yennefer saw in the stoic Witcher something she hadn’t before. True regret. Regret that he left her. Regret that each time they reconnected he let her go. Her heart fluttered for just a moment, “You left first, in Rinde. I woke up in that destroyed house and you were gone.” As she suddenly remembered that feeling of hope fading when she awoke without him.

“Forgive me,” he said, realizing that he hurt the one person he truly loved because the mighty Witcher was afraid. Afraid of the possibilities their union could become.

She shuddered as his hand glided down her back to the bow that held her nightgown up and slowly untied it. Yennefer’s nightgown cascaded to the floor, revealing naked form for Geralt's hungry eyes.

With a gentle touch, Geralt's thumbs traced the contours of Yennefer's breasts, his touch both tender and filled with desire. He explored the softness of her skin, his thumbs grazing the peaks of her femininity, eliciting a soft gasp of pleasure from her lips.

The air in the tent crackled with anticipation as their connection deepened, their bodies drawn inexorably closer. They were two souls bound by an undeniable attraction, their desires merging and igniting a fire that burned with an intensity only they could understand.

Yennefer, her voice a mere whisper, spoke his ...