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

The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA)

... respond to the rapid rhythm of Geralt's thrusts, contracting with increasing intensity. The sensations of tightness and release contribute to her pleasure, heightening her climax.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Geralt, you have the power to unravel me. I…I feel my body about to explode! Oh gods, yes! I'm unraveling in your arms!"

As Geralt takes control, pistoning in and out of her in rapid succession, Yennefers fingers grip the fabric of the bed, her toes curl and her face buries her screams into the comforter. As Geralt drives her towards an intense whole-body climax, Yennefer surrenders herself fully to the pleasure. With each rapid thrust, Yennefer's pleasure multiplies and spills over, washing over her in a cascading torrent. The successive waves of ecstasy leave her breathless, her body trembling with the force of her release.

Geralt's rigid shaft pulls out of her, he lifts her hips, bending her knees beneath her so he can watch as her liquids squirt out in a gushing waterfall, a wondrous display of her satisfaction. Her vagina pulsated open and closed as it dripped the remnants of her orgasm. Her body continued to shake and writhe as if possessed. He looks over his conquest, her submission is both complete and exquisite.

“Good, girl. You did just what I said you would,” said Geralt, as he playfully smacks her ass letting the sting of his handprint pull her back to the present.

ACT 8: Please Don’t Leave Me Again

Yennefer looks back, seeing Geralt’s flesh still rigid, ...

... needing to satisfy him and claim him as hers. As her body and breath recovers, the heat of their passion intensified, Yennefer's breathless voice cut through the air, her words a seductive command that fueled Geralt's desire. "Take me! Show me what else I have been missing. Show me what I need. Show me what it takes to satisfy you," she whispered, her voice dripping with a potent blend of longing and surrender.

Her body glistening with a sheen of sweat, Yennefer arched her back, teasing him with a playful wiggle of her ass. Her butthole, still pulsing open and closed from the after quakes of her intense orgasm, winks at the Witcher. Every movement was an invitation, a sensual dance that ignited the fire of desire within both of them.

Geralt, his desire reaching a fever pitch, couldn't resist the allure of Yennefer's invitation. The sight of her damp skin and the promise of penetrating her untamed pleasures stirred a primal hunger within him. He moved closer, captivated by her allure.

With a mix of tenderness and unbridled passion, Geralt seized the moment, his hands firmly gripping Yennefer's hips. With a flick of his wrist, he summons an Aard sign that coated his thick cock in a sensual thick heated oil. He positions his body so their bodies are aligned, their connection becoming more intimate, as he enters her slowly and purposeful.

“Oh gods Geralt! Last time you only used your fingers! Oh, oh, I don't know if I can take you! You're too big!” she screams as the ...