The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 2) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 2)

... fingers weaved into her hair, he guided Sasha's head, his hands urging her to take him deeper into the warm cavern of her mouth. Sasha, responding to his guidance, adjusted her position, aligning herself with the powerful thrusts of his hips. The increased depth of his penetration elicited a series of muffled moans from her.

Her mouth enveloped him fully, the warmth and wetness creating an intense sensation as he thrust deeper. “You're incredible, Sasha. You know exactly how to please me," he groaned, relishing the skillful movements of her mouth. With each rhythmic push, her throat tightened around his shaft.

As Geralt delved deeper, Sasha's response was involuntary. The sensation of being filled to the brim caused her to gag slightly, a reflexive response to the depth of his penetration. As she gasped for air, the ropes of spit that connected them bore witness to the intensity of their connection, glistening in the ambient light.

Despite the momentary pause, Sasha's urgency to please Geralt prevailed. With a hunger that mirrored his own, she eagerly took him back into her mouth, her movements fueled by a mutual craving for satisfaction. Her jaw ached, but she was determined to please him, her satisfaction intertwined with the pleasure she sought to elicit from him.

Chapter 10: The Reward

"Come here, Sasha," Geralt growled, the command laced with a magnetic intensity that beckoned her forward. Sasha's mouth disconnected from Geralt's hardened flesh, leaving ...

... it glistening with her saliva. Her luscious wet lips parted slightly and curled into a satisfied smile. A twinkle in her eye reflected the anticipation of the reward that awaited her for a job well done.

Like a cat on the prowl, she sensually crawled up to him. Her hips moved with an enticing sway, her large breasts pressed between her arms as she slowly moved up to him on all fours, the air filled with tension, the potion's influence heightened the erotic hunger between them.

"Is there where you want me?" She said as she climbed back on top of him, her legs straddling over his hips. As she hovered above his chest, her large, full breasts brushed against him. Their lips connected passionately, a fervent exchange that conveyed the depth of their longing. During their heated kiss, her hips eagerly undulated against his stiffness, a teasing dance that heightened the anticipation.

The wetness between her thighs spoke of an unquenchable thirst, and her gentle pressure against him expressed a yearning that transcended mere physical pleasure. "Oh god, Geralt, you’re cock is so hard," she moaned, the words carrying a desperate plea for satisfaction. The scene unfolded as a canvas of desire, each word and movement a brushstroke in their shared masterpiece of passion.

Sasha's breath caught in her throat as Geralt's mushroom-tipped manhood found its way to her entrance, the culmination of their desires ready to unfold. Everything she had worked for, every passionate encounter ...