With each movement, she felt him driving deeper, his cock a relentless force filling her, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy. As Geralt continued to pound into her, Cantarella’s muscles tensed and her body shuddered in a climax that seemed to reverberate throughout her entire being. His monstrous form made him look bigger than ever before. She…Emhyr…they set you up. Give me what I desire, and I’ll give you everything you want,” she pleaded, her eyes filled with a desperate yearning. “My name is Cantarella, Geralt. “Oh Geralt, you feel so good!” she couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure, her voice rising in ecstasy. Each orgasm propelled her further into an abyss of pleasure, the overwhelming rapture of her soul controlling her. Just as he resigned himself to the limitations of the cage, a familiar voice echoed from the shadows.
