The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 3) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 3)

... satisfaction.

“Mmm….no…uh,” she said, panting, overwhelmed by her body's desire.

“Damn Cantarella, you are such a horney little slut, aren’t you! You ready to feel my halfling cock in your sopping wet cunt,” he said, his hands already working to free his thick arousal, ready to show Cantarella what she has been missing.

“Oh, gods! I…I am so wet! You’re strength, your dominance…it’s all I want,” she said, the veil of her inhibitions gone. The truth of her desires laid bare for him to claim.

His pants hit the floor with a soft thud, and his hardened flesh stood proudly, ready to claim her. As she looked back she gasped, his rod extended from his body like a club, narrow at the base and thick at the end, Bernard positioned himself at her entrance, the tip of his cock grazing against her yearning flesh, Cantarella's body quivered in response.

Inch by inch, he entered her, her nerves ignited in pleasurable shockwaves that overwhelmed her senses. As his fat bulbous head plunged into her in its wake her sensitive flesh hugged tightly to his firm rigid shaft, radiating in pleasure from deep in her core. She released an audible cry of pleasure from her lips, “ohhh, fuck!”

“Cantarella, how does my key fit in your box?” he asked, “Do you still think I am half a man!”

Cantarella screamed, "Oh gods, you're so thick!" She always imagined a halfling cock would be the size of half a man’s, but as he claimed her, she felt the walls of her flesh stretch, clinging onto ...

... the firm ridged girth of Bernard’s manhood. Moans of pleasure and surrender escaped her lips. As Bernard slowly pumped in and out of Cantarella, her senses were inundated with a feeling of fullness and surrender. “Fuck, yes! You…you feel so fucking good!”

As he pressed for answers, his hips thrusted into her with more power.”Tell me about the key Emyhr is looking for!”

Her body lurched forward with every thrust, her breast swaying with the motion of his hips."It's… it's a girl…ah yes," she panted, unable to contain herself. "Uh, uh, uh ...gods…the girl is the key…oh yes." The guards observed in awe as the atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically. Cantarella, once a captive, became a willing participant in this unique and unexpected interrogation.

The guards exchanged surprised glances as Cantarella's moans filled the room. Bernard, evidently pleased with the turn of events, continued his exploration of her desires. His skilled fingers danced over her sensitive skin, and he reveled in the newfound openness of his captive.

"Ah, Ciri," he mused, his voice a low rumble. "Why does Emhyr want this key, my dear?" As he spoke, he gripped her bound hands like reins, then suddenly pulled her into him again and again. The sensation of being dominated heightened the intensity of the moment. His hips rhythmically timed, each movement sending waves of pleasure through Cantarella's body. Her moans built with each thrust, her body responding to his every move.

Cantarella, ...