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

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

... caught in the web of sensations and desires, struggled to articulate a coherent response. "She... she can…mmm, become a weapon," she stammered between gasps. Her mind, clouded by the intoxicating pleasure, could hardly focus on the interrogation.

Bernard chuckled, as he watched her unravel beneath him. "Well, my dear Cantarella, it seems our little interrogation is proving quite fruitful for both of us. How do you like being fucked by a halfling, Cantarella?” he said.

"Uh…uh…Bernard, I…I love being fucked by you! Dominate me! Fuck me! Please!" Cantarella pleaded, her voice desperate for satisfaction.

As he fucked her, the palm of his hand slapped against her ass hard echoing in the room, each loud crack resonating with the rhythm of their passionate encounter. The sensation of his hands against her skin intensified her pleasure, the mix of pain and pleasure driving her to moan louder and louder.

"Cantarella, you will pay for disrupting my operation," he grunted as his thrusts became more powerful and forceful. "Do you understand?" he said.

Caught in a whirlwind of desire, her breathless moans drowned any coherent thought. As his movements edged her closer to the precipice of release, her arousal built to an irresistible crescendo. The tension reached a point of no return, and in a fervent surrender, she uttered, "Yes, oh yes, make me pay! Claim me! Use me! Again and again!"

Bernard, grinning with pleasure, his thrusts growing more erratic. "I will, you ...

... sexy cock-hungry-whore! You are going to be my sex slave! My cum bucket!" he said, grunting with a low gruff voice between breaths.

As he thrusted in and out of her he ignited waves of pleasure rolling through her body. She screamed in ecstasy, a symphony of pleas and begs escaping her lips, driven by an insatiable hunger that only his hard flesh could satiate. Cantarella's moans transformed into desperate pleas, "Yes! Cum with me! Fill me with your halfling seed!"

His fingers gripped her hips with a possessive intensity, each thrust plunging her deeper into the abyss of desire. With a howl of satisfaction, he made one final thrust as he reached his climax, she felt the electrifying surge of warmth as he filled her, his essence flooding her depths.

"Bernard! Yes! I feel you in me!" she screamed, as her release erupted in a tidal wave of pleasure, her orgasm squirted fluids in an audible torrent that seemed to consume her entire being, her body violently shuddered with satisfaction.

“Fuck yes, slave, cum for Daddy!” He said as he watched her release explode out of her. The intense pleasure left her trembling and breathless, a willing captive to the ecstasy they had unleashed.

Bernard, satisfied with the conquest, withdrew his spent cock, a residual trail of his essence dripping down the back of Cantarella's trembling thigh. With deliberate nonchalance, he left her spent and recovering on the cold ground. The air hung heavy in the aftermath of their shared passion. ...