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

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

... the potent elixir coursing through her veins.

At that moment a sinister pact was sealed between Geralt and Bernard. The plan was set – Geralt would craft more of the enhanced love potion in exchange for the crucial support he needed to journey to Skillage. The agreement hung in the air as the men locked eyes, understanding the power they held over Cantarella.

"Let's get the most out of her, together, shall we, Geralt?" Bernard's words were laced with anticipation as his hands entwined in Cantarella's hair, pulling her into him. Geralt, acknowledging the weight of the moment, agreed, determined to claim her and ensure she never forgot the mark of the Witcher.

Their movements became relentless, a synchronized dance of desire that quickened with each passing moment. Cantarella's body, their vessel of pleasure, succumbed to the intoxicating sensations they bestowed upon her. Geralt's firm grip on her hair, possessive and commanding, pulled her back into him as Bernard released her. Cantarella’s breasts swaying in the dim light, sweaty and under their command, she became the canvas upon which their desires painted an unforgettable masterpiece.

In the room's intimate confines, a confrontation unfolded between Cantarella, the embodiment of desire, and the commanding presence of the man before her. "I trusted you, Cantarella! You've been a bad girl, baby!" Geralt’s voice resonated, low and raspy, as he thrust deeply into her, eliciting a yelp that reverberated through the ...

... charged atmosphere.

"I'm a bad girl! Oh yes, give it to me! Give it all to me!" Cantarella's plea carried a desperate edge, her anticipation palpable. The room pulsed with bated breaths as her body became the focal point of desire, sandwiched between the man standing before her and Geralt at her rear. The heartbeat of the scene quickened each breath a whisper of anticipation, building toward a climax that lingered in the air.

Bernard seized Cantarella's breast with a possessive grip, twirling her nipples with a mixture of tongue and teeth. Simultaneously, his strong hands urged her legs open wider, and he plunged into her opening. The synchronization of the two men stretched her, their bodies converging to fulfill her deepest desires.

The air crackled with a blend of pain and pleasure as Cantarella’s screams echoed through the room. Two well-endowed men claimed her, their motions pushing her relentlessly toward the precipice of ecstasy. The scene unfolded in a symphony of desire, an intricate dance of bodies entwined in the pursuit of ultimate pleasure.

The trio on the bed formed a captivating tableau of desire. Cantarella, with her tousled hair cascading down her shoulders, was caught in the throes of pleasure. Her flushed skin bore the marks of their shared passion, and her eyes gleamed with a mixture of ecstasy and submission.

Geralt, muscular and imposing, hovered over her with a primal intensity. His gaze fixed on Cantarella, claiming her in both body and ...