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

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

... their mouths devoured each other with a feverish intensity, Sasha found herself losing all sense of time and space, consumed by the magnetic pull of Geralt's touch. Sasha's fingers traced the muscular grooves of his back, each touch a silent confession of the longing that pulsed within her.

With every breath, Sasha's body hummed with a heightened awareness that bordered on the sublime. As the potion's magic worked its seductive charm, Sasha surrendered to the intoxicating waves of pleasure that washed over her, her mind fully immersed in the sensations that enveloped her,

As Geralt hoisted Sasha effortlessly into the air, her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, drawing them impossibly closer in a fervent embrace. Her supple flesh pressed against his, every curve aligning perfectly, her warmth seeping into his skin with an undeniable sense of belonging. Her arms wound around his neck while her fingers entangled in his hair.

Sasha was keenly aware of the growing dampness between her thighs, her body throbbing with an intense arousal that surged through her being, She felt the heat building in her engorged, pulsating desire that lingered at the core of her femininity, eagerly anticipating the culmination of their impending union. With each breath, her chest rose and fell in rapid succession, her lungs struggling to keep pace with the mounting fervor that stirred within her.

The heat of their passion ignited a frenzied rhythm, their bodies moving in ...

... sync as her hips undulated against his rock-hard arousal, a silent plea for his possession. With each movement, their desires spiraled into an intoxicating frenzy, their shared ardor building like a tempest on the horizon, ready to consume them in a whirlwind of unbridled ecstasy.

"Oh, Geralt, you’re so hard. You are making me so hot. I…I need you. I need you in me," she whispered, her voice a breathy plea that mirrored the intensity of the pleasure that consumed her.

As Geralt's thick, pulsating cock slid up and down the outside of her slick labia, it peeled back the layers of her private sanctum, each movement leaving a glistening trail of her wetness in its wake. The unspoken invitation of her arousal beckoned him forward, the slick friction driving his desire to new heights.

“Yes, Sasha, focus on the need,” Geralt said, his eyes connecting with her as he positioned his manhood, “Tell me how this feels, tell me how much you want it.” With a subtle shift of his hips, the head of his throbbing shaft pressed against the exquisite entrance nestled between her open thighs, the tip poised at the brink of her secret garden, aching for the moment when it would breach the final barrier and unite them in a symphony of carnal pleasure.

As he entered her slowly, his strong fingers gripping her ass spread her open. Her body slowly descended as he guided her inch by inch down the length of his long, veiny shaft. Her tight flesh gripped into him, stretching to consume his ...