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

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

... mingled with the pain, the sensations driving her wild. She couldn't deny the pleasure they were coaxing from her, as her whimpers of pleasure got louder and louder his words seeped in.

Cantarella's eager mouth labored fervently on the young guard's pulsating member. When the cock was eventually withdrawn, silky ropes of saliva clung to it, forming a glistening trail as they descended onto the desk. The guard's ecstasy was palpable, punctuated by urgent words escaping his lips, "Oh fuck, I'm... I'm..." And in that moment, his taut flesh convulsed, releasing a torrent of hot ecstasy in successive ropes. Driven by an awakening sexual desire, Cantarella swiftly opened her mouth wide, capturing and savoring every delicious drop of his release.

He watched as his essence painted her face, the white goo colored her lips and cheeks white. As she continued to get fucked from behind, the young man’s eyes connected with her as her fingers sensually directed his cum to her lips, licked her lips clean and swallowed the young man's hot seed.

“You like how it tastes, don’t you whore! Clean me off!”, he hooted in pleasure as he inserted his sputtering cock into her mouth where she sucked on his semi-rigid flesh, consuming the last remnants of his release. His words cut through her like a knife, as she savored his salty release she understood why he called her a whore. She more she sucked on his seed, the more she deserved the title. She was a whore, selling secrets for ...

... sex.

Her back arched a submissive posture to their unbridled desires. The moans, muffled by the young man's cock in her mouth, portrayed a surrender to the pleasure that engulfed her. She knew she shouldn't relish it, but in that moment, it fulfilled every craving she had.

Just then, she felt a new sensation behind her as the guard's meaty fingers gently caressed her asshole. Panic surged as he pressed into her, his fingers stretching her, penetrating her, claiming her. Attempting to scream, she pushed the cock out of her mouth, but all that escaped were moans. "Wait, I…!" she screamed. But she was immediately silenced by the young man's eager cock getting pushed into the back of her throat.

Despite the degradation, her responses betrayed her internal conflict. The words she wanted to say got lost in the chaos of pleasure and pain. A scream of affirmation escaped her lips, the pleasure overriding any resistance she might have had. “Oh…oh…uh…yes, like that!” she panted.

In response, the guard landed a sharp slap on her ass, eliciting a purr from Cantarella, the sting intermingling with the waves of pleasure that continued to consume her. “You fucking slut! Look at how you love my fingers in your ass. You love having all your holes claimed!” he spat. “Tell me you want me to fuck your ass!”

Her hips bucked into him, she couldn’t deny the feelings of absolute ecstasy that coarse through her veins. Her body quivered on the edge of climax as she begged, “Yes, I am a slut, oh ...