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

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

... that drive me wild, Sasha," he says, observing her quivering flesh. As he continued to plow into her, her slick walls gripped him like a vice, urging him on, driving him to the edge of release.

With each deep thrust, he felt the tension building within him, coiling tighter and tighter until it could no longer be contained. And then, as if released from its restraints, his body convulsed with pleasure, and he let out a primal cry as his warm essence surged forth, filling her to the brim, the pulsating rhythm of his release mirroring the throbbing of his heart. He could feel the relief washing over him, a sense of contentment and completion.

As her inner muscles clenched around him, she could feel his release surging forth. Her hips rocked against his, eager for more. "I feel you Geralt! Fill me up, I want all of you!" She pleaded. She could feel the heat of his release flooding into her, his essence intertwining with hers in an intimate dance. Her body, already on the precipice of another orgasm, responded to his warmth, igniting a firestorm of sensations that coursed through her veins. With each surge of his seed, she could feel her climax edging forth again, an eruption of ecstasy that consumed her.

She could feel every inch of his body pressing against hers, her senses were heightened, every sensation magnified to an almost unbearable degree as she surrendered herself ...

... to the cascade of pleasure that threatened to engulf her. As her inner muscles clenched around him, she could feel his release surging forth. Her body arched into his, a symphony of moans and gasps escaping her lips as the tension within her snapped like a taut bowstring.

As her body convulsed with the force of her orgasm, his name spilled from her lips mixed with cries of passion, “Oh, Geralt! I'm coming again.” Her voice in a mixture of pleasure and elation echoed through the room as she surrendered herself to the intensity of the moment. Wave after wave of ecstasy coursed through her, she was lost in a maelstrom of passion that left her gasping for breath, her body quivering.

"I'm yours, Geralt, completely yours!" She said, as she shuddered in the aftermath of their shared climax, she knew it wasn't just the potion that created her hunger for him, but rather her lust for their connection.

As the last echoes of their shared climax dissipated into the air, Sasha found herself enveloped in a sense of profound contentment, her body still entwined with Geralt's, their connection lingering like an ethereal bond. She nuzzled into his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she sought to regain her composure. The room seemed to pulsate with the lingering energy of their passion, a palpable aura that spoke of the intimacy they had shared in those moments of unbridled ecstasy.