The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 4) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 4)

... envy, desire, and a hint of fear. His mind raced with thoughts of survival, of how he could leverage this moment to his advantage, finding a way to keep Cantarella under his control.

His arousal heightened as he envisioned himself in Geralt's place, his small hands mimicking the motions on his manhood. The halfling's fantasies danced on the edge of danger, a delicate balance between lust and a strategic mind at work. In that dimly lit corner, Bernard's desires and ambitions merged, creating a cunning plan that would satisfy his ambitions.

The halfling understood Geralt's quest to save Ciri and the risk Cantarella may pose to Geralt's goals. To ensure Geralt's cooperation, Bernard concocted a narrative that would make releasing her not just a risk but a perilous decision.

With visions of a willing sex slave dancing in his mind, Bernard saw the potential for boundless pleasures and control. He recognized the leverage he could gain by keeping Cantarella in a perpetual state of desire and arousal. It was a plan born out of cunning manipulation, playing into both Geralt's protective instincts and his desires.

Approaching Geralt, Bernard's entrance disrupted the charged atmosphere. "Geralt, you know we can't set her free. If Emhyr learns what we know, he will stop you from finding Ciri," Bernard proclaimed, his eyes darting between Geralt and the moaning Cantarella.

As Geralt continued his unsettling dance, torn between desire and the weight of impending decisions, ...

... Cantarella's moans became a haunting melody underscoring the gravity of their situation. The room pulsed with tension as they grappled with the consequences of their knowledge and the perilous path ahead.

Amid the charged encounter, Geralt acknowledged the pragmatic truth.

"We must keep her...tamed," Bernard asserted with a sly grin. Seizing a familiar position, he stood in front of Cantarella, his hand tenderly brushing her cheek. Her eyes fluttered with desire as his manhood presented itself. "You like it here, don't you, honey? As long as we keep you happy, you wouldn't want it any other way," Bernard stated, his voice carrying a mix of control and satisfaction.

Cantarella, lost in the throes of desire, moaned in agreement, "Yes! Oh yes! I love this! More, give me more!"

The bed creaked under the weight of their discussion, the fate of Cantarella hanging in the balance. However, Cantarella was lost in the throes of the blended potion, her mind consumed by fevered lust and desires that had only existed in her dreams. Each orgasm propelled her further into an abyss of pleasure, the overwhelming rapture of her soul controlling her.

Indifferent to the conversation around her, she longed to be claimed, to be possessed both now and for all eternity. The potion had led her to depths she never knew existed, and recovery seemed an impossibility.

Lifting her gaze to Bernard, she licked her lips, inviting his fat shaft into her warm mouth with an eagerness born from ...