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

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

... Nilfgaard as a spy he had to understand what she knew and what Emhyr’s true intentions were in finding Ciri. If Emhyr had sent others to find Ciri he must be up to something.

Fueled by the desire to protect Ciri, Geralt shook the cage doors, testing their strength. In frustration, he remembered the hidden compartment in his boot. There, he retrieved a concealed vial containing a substance that granted him enhanced strength. As he ingested the golem-infused vial, a transformation overcame him—his muscles grew taut, his veins pulsated with dark energy, and his entire demeanor exuded newfound strength.

Empowered by the mutagenic effects, Geralt’s hands gripped the iron bars of his gap, his rippling arms pulled, bending the metal as it creaked before the lock snapped with a loud clang. His blackened eyes reflected a determination to confront Serrit. With the vial coursing through his veins, he located his sword, which had been stored nearby. The silver blade met his hand with familiarity, and Geralt, now armed and empowered, prepared to hunt down Serrit and find Sasha.

“You should have stayed in your cage, Geralt!” Serrit said as Geralt finished putting on his gear. As Geralt turned around he saw Serrit, his dual silver blades glimmered in the dim light. Like Geralt, his face was etched with the poisons of monsters, his eyes were now solid black, and his mind appeared more focused. “I have been preparing for this day!”

In the dimly lit room, the clash of swords ...

... echoed through the air as Geralt, wielding his mighty two-handed sword, faced off against Serrit. Although Geralt was notably stronger, Serrit's speed and dexterity were complimented by how he expertly wielded his two swords with deadly precision. The dance of blades created a symphony of steel, each strike and parry a testament to their skill.

Geralt's broad strokes with the heavy sword were met with Serrit's swift and agile movements. Sparks flew as their blades collided, filling the cavern with the scent of metal and the energy of their fierce battle.

Quick as a howling wind, Serrit dives in, his two poison-tipped swords on either side of him. As he darts forward, Geralt’s large sword slices at Serrit. With cat-like reflexes, Serrit kicks off the ground changing his trajectory, his body sliding under Geralt’s blade, barely dodging Geralt's attack. As Serrit rolls out of the way, his blade slices Geralt’s leg.

The slicing of the cut accompanied by a burning poison was radiated on his thigh. Geralt grits his teeth and focuses on his target.

Serrit turns, and pounces on Geralt again, this time Geralt is ready, his two-handed sword swinging with such ferocity that it repels Serrit, throwing him backward. Like a cat, he lands on his feet and presses forward again, this time charging Geralt's other leg.

Geralt's foot position changes. He jumps out of the way of the attack while attempting to land his sword from above but he is too late as his sword slices through the ...