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

The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA)

... her voice a husky plea.

"Fuck Geralt! I am yours! Oh yes, oh yes! You have staked your claim over me," she moaned, her voice filled with desire and adoration. "You bring me to the heights of ecstasy! I crave your release." And with that, her body collapses onto the bed as she screams again at the increasingly more frequent orgasms washing over her.

Her words, a fervent invitation for him to join her in this climax of pleasure, hung in the air, charged with the weight of their shared desires. Yennefer's body continued to quiver with the aftershocks of her ecstasy, her yearning for Geralt's release palpable.

“Oh Gods, Geralt! I didn’t know cumming from anal sex was possible,” her breath bated as Yennefer slowly came down from her climax. “Geralt, it was such pain and yet unimaginable amazing pleasure.”

The Witcher, his cock still ridged with intent, withdraws from her asshole. A bright red ring rims the outside of her convulsing asshole as it tries to return to its original form. Her hole is gaping open into a dark lovely abyss.

“This will help you Yennefer,” Geralt says. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes, Geralt, I am your sex toy. I belong to only you!” She says, both begging for his touch and wanting him to do his will to her knowing that the only way to keep him is to surrender to his every desire.

Using a unique Aard Sign, Geralt uses his Witcher magic to summon a mesmerizing object into existence—an pulsating cone-shaped ice rod made of tightly bound air and ...

... ice crystals. Its smooth, icy surface glistened with a magical aura, radiating a palpable chill that filled the air around them.

With a flick of his wrist, Geralt positioned the ice rod near Yennefer’s asshole, its presence sending shivers of anticipation down their spines. The pulsating waves of coldness and the alluring energy emanating from the rod ignited a surge of desire within both of them.

As Yennefer's eyes locked onto the mesmerizing ice rod, she felt an irresistible pull, a magnetic attraction to the otherworldly object. The sight of it aroused a sense of curiosity and longing, intertwining with her passionate desires.

With a mischievous smile, Geralt took hold of the ice rod, his fingers tingling at its icy touch. As he brought it closer to Yennefer's trembling asshole, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her lips.

"Oh, gods, it feels so soothing, so cooling," she whispered, her voice laced with a potent mixture of longing and surrender.

With Yennefer's permission, Geralt guided the icy rod in the space he left vacant in her gaping asshole. With deliberate care, he guided the cold pulsating rod into her. The cone, thicker than Geralt's girth, pressed against her burning muscular ring, cooling her but also stretching her open.

“Ohhhh, fuck! Fill me completely,” she howls as the icy tool slides deeper and deeper until the edge of the cone passes her muscular sphincter that grips it into place leaving her with the exhilarating sensation of icy pleasure. ...