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

The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA)

... Yennefer capitulated, her body responding eagerly to his touch, each nerve tingling sensitively to each touch, each breath against her skin that caused the hairs on her flesh to stand on end. Gerald pushed a pillow beneath her hips, lifting her butt slightly, creating a tantalizing angle that promised a heightened level of sensation.

Geralt positioned himself behind her, his legs straddling hers, his hands firmly gripping her waist as he entered her with a slow, deliberate thrust. In this new position, her legs pressed together he felt thicker than ever. The air filled with a symphony of their shared pleasure, as their bodies moved in sync.

Yennefer squeals in a broken voice between words and incoherent grunts of pleasure, "Oh fuck! I relish the feeling of your firm grip, the way you take charge of me. You own me like no one else can."

Yennefer's moans filled the air, mingling with the sounds of their bodies slapping together, her ass shaking with each powerful thrust sending shockwaves through her core. The pillow beneath her hips allowed for a deeper connection, amplifying the sensations that coursed through her body. His girth slipped in and out of her, spreading her apart and then leaving her vacant yearning for more with each powerful thrust into her.

In this intimate act of surrender, Geralt and Yennefer found themselves lost in a realm of unparalleled pleasure.

Between each thrust, Geralt speaks, "I crave the power to own you,” his fat shaft pounds ...

... into her as she screams.

“To explore and bury myself in your depths,” she yelps as he thrusts into her deeper yet again.

“To make you shudder beneath my power.” As he goes in and out he can hear her breath shudder, begging for more.

“Your submission is what I dream of,” as Yennefer groans in pleasure begging for more.

“I dedicate myself to pleasing you,” with a massive thrust, her body lunged forward, his cock slamming into her cervix causing her to yelp, ”and I will cherish and honor every gasp of pleasure you give me!"

The night air carried the symphony of their desires, their bodies entwined in a dance of unyielding passion. Each movement, each gasp, each cry of pleasure brought her closer to the pinnacle of their shared release.

With command, Geralt tells Yen, "I yearn to unravel your deepest desires, to uncover the secrets of your pleasure. I want you to beg for it! Beg for your release, and then I'll grant it with a fervor unmatched."

As Geralt's quick thrusts hit all the right spots, Yennefer's body responds with pulsating waves of pleasure. Each thrust brings her closer to the edge, amplifying the sensations that course through her.

“Oh gods, Geralt, oh gods, please fuck me! Please make me cum!” she begs him with a panting breath.

The overwhelming pleasure of Geralt's rapid thrusts leaves Yennefer unable to contain her delight. Her moans and gasps escape her lips involuntarily, a testament to the ecstasy that engulfs her.

Yennefer's muscles ...