The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 1) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 1)

... he reveled in the intensity of their shared passion.

As her body trembled in the throes of ecstasy, Sasha surrendered to the intoxicating whirlwind of pleasure that enveloped her, her voice rising in a primal chorus of moans and gasps that mirrored the relentless fervor of their shared desire. "Oh, Geralt, I need to feel you in me!" she cried out.

"I promise, you will feel me," he replied, his voice thick with desire as he rose before her, his commanding presence casting a spell of primal longing and unbridled passion. His cock, throbbing with an intensity that mirrored the fiery heat of their shared desire, pulsed with a potent urgency that seemed to demand her surrender.

Chapter 5: The White Wolf

Sasha reclined on the bed, the folds of the silk sheets she laid on scattered in different directions like rays of light shining on an angel. Her body presented to him in a mesmerizing display of wanton surrender. Her legs lay stacked on top of one another, bent at the hip, offering him unobstructed access to her round, supple rump. The soft, delicate skin of her ass seemed to glow in the ambient light.

His gaze traveled downward, tracing the gentle curve of her back as it gave way to the swell of her hips. Between her thighs, the delicate folds of her femininity, her flesh glistened with a sheen of anticipation.

As he positioned himself before her, his length poised at the brink of her eager entrance, Sasha waited in anticipation. Her breaths came in shallow ...

... gasps, her chest rising and falling in sync with the rhythm of her mounting excitement, her eyes locked onto his with a fierce intensity that spoke of her readiness to embrace whatever pleasures he had to offer.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed into her, the girth of his rigid flesh spreading her lips apart, her wetness enveloping him in a slick embrace. As the thick helmet of his manhood slid into her, Sasha felt her soft, velvety flesh sheath his thick shaft in a tight embrace. Her hips bowed to the force of his entry, her supple flesh yielded to him, her every nerve igniting in pleasure as her body quivered. As he filled her, inch by inch, Sasha felt every ridge of his unyielding cock, every pulsating vein along his girth, enveloping her in a whirlwind of sensation.

“Ohhh, oh Gerlat, I feel you in me! Oh gods, you're so thick!” she sputtered, absorbed in the pleasure she could not contain.

Her howl of pleasure echoed through the room, a symphony of ecstasy and longing that seemed to pierce the air with a fervent intensity. As he found his mark, his cock pressing squarely into her G-spot with an expert precision that left her quivering with an intoxicating mix of pleasure and need. Each thrust, each movement a testament to the unyielding ardor that pulsed between them. With every stroke, every plunge, he seemed to unlock a floodgate of ecstasy within her, her body arching in response to the unbridled pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her senses.

“Oh, ...