Kratos BIG COCK vs. Geralt loose ASS part 2

The epic battle of titans, Kratos BIG COCK vs. Geralt’s LOOSE ASS, continues in Part 2 with even more raunchy, Over-the-Top action! The stud gods clash in a no-holds-barred butt-banger, their colossal cocks ready to rearrange guts and stretch holes to the breaking point.

*Kratos, the scarred Ghost of Sparta, towers over Geralt, the White Wolf of Rivia. Both now stripped and oiled slick, their chiseled muscles glisten under the torchlight. Massive dicks jut from their groins, thick and veiny and dripping with lewd anticipation.*

GERALT: “Come on you Greek bastard! My Witcher ass can take anything you’ve got!”

KRATOS: *growls* “You’ll beg for mercy soon enough, human.”

*They collide with a shockwave, grabbed and fondled each other ruthlessly. Kratos mauls Geralt’s juicy bubble butt, kneading the firm cheeks and prying the crack wide. Geralt pins a bulldog grip on Kratos’s meaty glutes, yanking them apart to reveal the puckered entrance within.*

GERALT: “Fuck, your hole is hungry, I can already see it winking at me!”

KRATOS: “You’re just a breakdown of its prey…”

*Snarling, they slam each other against the arena wall, feeling mortar crumble. Fists pumps over gigantic shafts. Saliva-dripping kisses shove tongues down each other’s gullets. The testosterone is thick. Desperate to top, they flash their massive thighs, tantalizing and intimidating.*

*Suddenly, Kratos breaks away and grabs Geralt from behind in a tight bearhug. His enormous truncheon pokes into the Witcher’s cleft, pressing the tip insistently against his sphincter. Geralt bucks and thrashes but Kratos wills him still.*

KRATOS: “Not this time, Witcher. This battle is mine.”

*With a vicious lunge, Kratos’s veiny monster plugs into Geralt’s poop chute, instantly bottoming out. Geralt screeches like a stuck boar as every excruciating inch wreaks havoc inside him. Kratos holds pause, giving Geralt’s:”+guts time to mold around his meat.*

*Kratos draws back slowly, his bloated shaft scraping along extremely sensitive enteric walls. At the apex of his stroke, he grunts and rams forward again, newly spurt drizzling out around his girth. The Ghost of Sparta rapidly picks up a destructive piston pace, bone-battering the Witcher into absolute unconsciousness.*

*Geralt twitches and drools, hands limp at his sides, eyes rolled back in his head. Kratos never breaks stride, sweat-soaked body slapping against Geralt’s streaked taint. That familiar tingle starts to climb Kratos’s swollen log.*

GERALT: *slurred gasp* “Fill me, you bastard… Give me your seed…”

*Christening his vanquished opponent, a heavy, dense load fires out from Kratos’s nuts, invading and flooding Geralt’s inner spaces. As thick jizz explodes into the Witcher’s insides, Kratos kicks Geralt’s legs out from under him, silently dominant.

The two collapse together onto the arena floor, grunting and quivering through the shattering orgasm. Kratos keeps stirring his saturated rod in Geralt’s fucked-out hole, swapping cum back and forth between their bodies.*

*They rest a moment, basking in the blissful afterglow. Yet that energy quickly rekindles. Knowing they could never truly be satiated by the other. The battle was far from over.*

GERALT: *smirks* “You may have spilled your seed in me this round, Kratos. But the Witcher never stays down…”