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

The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA)

... name with a mixture of longing and surrender. "Geralt," she breathed, her eyes locked with his, conveying a silent invitation for him to explore her further.

Feeling the weight of her desires, Geralt leaned in, his lips claiming hers once more in a passionate kiss. As their mouths parted and their tongues glided along each other passionately.

As the passion between Geralt and Yennefer continued to ignite, their desire for each other grew stronger. With an eagerness mirrored in her eyes, Yennefer reached out, her fingers deftly unbuttoning Geralt's shirt, revealing the sculpted and scarred contours of his chest.

Her touch, fueled by longing, traced the planes of his bare skin, her fingertips leaving a trail of warmth and anticipation in their wake. The soft fabric of Geralt's shirt slipped from his shoulders, pooling at his feet, discarded in their shared pursuit of pleasure.

ACT 7: Unraveled with desire

Yennefer's gaze met Geralt's, a silent affirmation of her desire. Her hands moved with purpose, deftly undoing his belt, loosening the confines that held his trousers in place. As the belt fell away, his pants dropped revealing the strength of his desires. Their eyes remained locked, as her small hands gripped his long thick familiar cock. She bit her bottom lip. “I can’t get over how blessed you are, Witcher,” as her hands moved back and forth on his massive tool, unable to touch her fingers around it.

Geralt, his breath catching in his chest, felt a surge ...

... of anticipation coursing through his veins. The touch of Yennefer's hands upon him sent a jolt of electricity through his body, heightening the intensity of their connection. “Please, allow me to bless you with my presence.”

In this intimate moment, they stood on the precipice of surrender, their desires merging and intertwining. As Yennefer continued her exploration of his thick manhood, her fingers tracing the contours of his large hairy white balls, searching for the seed that she so desperately wanted churning for her.

The Witcher's head descended on her breast. His teeth raked against her sensitive nipples, gently biting and pulling them before suckling on them causing her to moan. His hand reached down between her silky damp thighs to her cunt and his fingers traced the engorged opening between her legs. He grinned to find her wet with arousal before plunging his meaty fingers into her again and again.

“Mmm, oh yes Geralt! I love your fingers! I love your cock!” She moaned.

With a surge of strength and desire, Geralt lifted Yennefer, spreading apart her butt cheek as his large palms gripped her large round ass cheeks, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Her vagina rubbed along his thick veiny shaft. The air crackled with anticipation as he carried her with unwavering determination, navigating the tent with grace.

Yennefer, her heart racing with excitement, held onto Geralt tightly, feeling the power in his arms as he effortlessly carried her ...