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

The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA)

... toward the bed. The world around them faded into insignificance, the only reality that mattered was the fiery connection they shared.

As Geralt gently laid Yennefer down on the bed. Her knees spread apart, their eyes met, a silent affirmation of their shared passion. Their bodies yearned to be entwined, to explore the depths of pleasure in each other's embrace.

With a hunger that burned within him, Geralt's hips moved back and forth, and his cock slid up and down her vagina, lubricating the underside of his meat as their hips undulated in synchronicity. The heat of their desires mingled, igniting a flame that could not be extinguished.

He leaned into her, and their lips met in a passionate kiss, sealing their connection. The weight of the world fell away as they explored the contours of each other's bodies, their hands tracing every curve and crevice, leaving a trail of sensation in their wake. With every touch and every whisper, they reminded each other of the profound connection they shared,

Yennefer, her voice a sultry invitation, spoke with a mix of yearning and surrender. "Fuck me, Geralt," she breathed, her words laced with a primal desire. "Claim me as you did before. Show me what I have been missing."

Her plea echoed in the air, fueling the fire that burned within Geralt's being. He rose holding her knees open, his body, large and powerful, pressed into hers. The stiff head of his penis moved up and down clearing away the engorged lips of her labia ...

... before pressing inch by inch into her glistening pussy. The weight of his presence enveloped her, igniting a symphony of sensations that pulsed through her body.

Yennefer gasped as she felt Geralt's thickness, her body instinctively adjusting to accommodate his girth. “Oh, Geralt, you're soooo big,” she says. The sensation of him filling her sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, overwhelming her senses with a mixture of delight and intensity.

As he moved within her, Yennefer could feel the exquisite friction and pressure that his girth provided, stimulating her in ways that she hadn’t felt in years, a feeling she yearned for. As he buried himself into her he held himself in her feeling her muscles quake around him, igniting a symphony of pleasure. Then with slow long strokes, he thrust into her and prepared in a dance of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Geralt! I have wanted to feel you again for so long!” Yennefer yells, lost in the blissful feeling, "I've yearned for your dominance, Geralt. To surrender myself to your control and let you unleash the depths of my desires."

The sensation of Geralt's thickness stretching her, the feeling of him pressing against her walls, stirred a primal desire within Yennefer. Her body responded with an electric fervor, reveling in the intense pleasure that their union brought.

Geralt smiles as he stares down at her watching her writhe at this every thrust, "Yennefer, you are mine to control, to pleasure, and to satisfy. No one has ...