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

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

... succession.

She could feel his length sliding through her body, igniting a cascade of fireworks she couldn't contain. "Geralt! Fuck! Your cock is driving me wild!" she screamed, her voice a melody of pleasure that echoed in the room.

Her body began to shake, and she dug her nails into Geralt's back as he hovered over her, watching the waves of passion lap the shores, building into a torrential orgasm that rolled through her relentlessly.

As the potion-induced ecstasy coursed through her veins, Sasha's body responded with an intensity unlike anything she had experienced before. Her hips rocked into Geralt, a desperate plea for the intoxicating pleasure not to end. "Geralt! I am cumming! I am cumming so fucking hard!" she screamed her voice a symphony of pleasure that echoed in the room.

Endless shakes reverberated through her as the orgasm exploded from her core, a gush of fluid pouring from her as she moaned, “Uhhh, ohhhhh!”, each wave pushing her further into the abyss of bliss.

He couldn't stop, captivated by the amazing spectacle before him. Gripping her thighs, he pushed her legs to her chest. Her hips rocked upward bearing witness to her quivering pink cunt, stretched open by his firmness and granting him access to her most intimate depths. “You’re mine Sasha!”

The potion consumed Sasha, an insatiable hunger for sex coursing through her. She needed him, craved the feel of his touch as if each thrust was a drug, sending waves of ecstasy through her ...

... entire being. The room became a realm of shared desire, their bodies entangled in a dance of need and satisfaction. Sasha's moans echoed the depth of her craving, and Geralt, aware of the potion's effects, reveled in the intensity of their union.

He grunted as he watched his thick cock plunge into her, glistening from her inner juices, her flesh wrapped tightly around his as he slid into her again and again. Sasha screamed wildly, “Yes! Oh god, yes! Make me yours, Geralt! Yes!” Her body rolled from one orgasm to the next, her drug-induced sensitivity sparking a continuous crescendo of ecstasy, synapses of pleasure firing as goosebumps traveled across her flesh.

Then, with one final thrust, he buried his flesh deep inside her. Geralt felt the rhythmic contractions of Sasha's muscles firing, flexing, and squeezing around him. The intimate dance of their bodies left him in awe, witnessing the aftermath of her descent from the peaks of pleasure.

As Geralt's body released its seed, a warm flood of desire filled Sasha's innermost depths. Sasha felt the flood of Geralt's essence filling her, a warm and intimate connection that surged through her being. The sensation painted her insides with his desires.

Chapter 9: The taste of victory

Shuddering at the intensity of the moment, she locked eyes with Geralt as he released, experiencing the relief and satisfaction that emanated from him. Sasha's hunger for him only intensified. The potent potion coursing through her veins ...