The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA)

... king's orders?"

Yennefer's eyes narrow, her voice cutting through the air with a hint of indignation. "Do not patronize me, Geralt. This is not about your judgment. It's about my choices, my desires, my life."

Geralt's gaze softens, a flicker of vulnerability breaking through his defenses. "I'm not patronizing you, Yen. I've thought about this. Often. And I would rather use my Child Surprise as bruxa bait than subject them to the dangers and uncertainty of this life we lead."

Yennefer's laughter rings out, a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "What did you just say?" she questions, her eyes widening with newfound understanding.

Geralt's face pales, realization dawning upon him. "Ah, fuck," he mutters under his breath, his attempt at concealing the truth quickly unraveling.

"You have a Child Surprise?" Yennefer's laughter grows, a touch of irony coloring her voice. "Isn't that rich? Here you are, lecturing me on the supposed foolishness of seeking ways to have a child, while all along you cheated destiny itself to steal one."

Geralt's shoulders sag, the weight of his secret revealed. He meets Yennefer's gaze, his expression a mix of regret and vulnerability. She leaves him with his thoughts.

ACT 3: An Opportunity Worth Exploring

Under cover of darkness, Jaskier, the charismatic bard, tiptoed toward the small tent shared by the Zerrikanian women, Téa and Véa. The flickering glow of the nearby campfire provided him with just enough light to navigate ...

... his way without disturbing the slumbering warriors.

With a mischievous grin on his face, Jaskier carefully unfastened the tent flaps, ensuring that they made as little noise as possible. He entered the tent, his heart racing with anticipation. Inside, the air was filled with the scent of leather and the faint aroma of a smoldering campfire, a reminder of the women's Zerrikanian heritage.

As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Jaskier is greeted by a scene of alluring beauty and sensual intimacy. The warm glow of the flickering fire illuminates the space, casting a gentle radiance upon the two ebony women who are adorned solely in their thick fur pelt blankets. Téa and Véa, renowned for their beauty and prowess in battle, were a sight to behold even in repose.

Jaskier's hands, trembling with both nervousness and anticipation, find their way to Téa's feet. He caresses them gently, his touch gradually traveling up her legs, the softness of her skin enticing him further. Téa, awake and fully aware of his actions, purrs softly, encouraging his explorations.

As Téa pulls back the fur blanket, revealing her exquisite form, she lifts her knees, inviting Jaskier to explore further. The tantalizing scent of her skin fills the air, heightening his senses and drawing him closer. With each lingering kiss he places upon her thighs, a shiver of anticipation courses through her body, her breath hitching in response.

Jaskier's lips move with tender reverence, trailing a path of ...