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

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

... testament to the fervor within.

On the ornate bed, Geralt could see Sasha, her legs pushed to her chest, Bernard's commanding presence thrusting into her. The air was charged with a heady mix of desire. The scent of burning candles and lingering pheromones hung thick, creating an intoxicating ambiance that heightened the intensity of the scene.

The sounds of muffled moans and whispered commands filled the room, creating a dissonant symphony that echoed the complex emotions playing out in Geralt's mind. He grappled with anger at the perceived betrayal and an undeniable arousal stirred by the intimate scene unfolding before him.

As he approached, he watched Sasha grip the edge of the bed, her whimpers of pleasure evidence of her rapture. Bernard focused on Sasha, between her thighs, his hips moved rapidly into her as she begged for more.

Although his words were not crisp Geralt could hear Bernard asking her questions, commanding her to divulge secrets about Emhyr's army. With his hands on her knees pressing her legs to her chest the halfling leans into her, driving his length into her with each question.

"Knock it off! I have some questions of my own!" Geralt says, starling them both.

Bernard looks up, the blade of the silver sword catching the candlelight in the room.

“Impressive Geralt, I would have thought there would be more of a ruckus out there,” Bernard quipped, appearing more annoyed than afraid, as he waved his hand toward the window.

He steps ...

... back from the bed, as he removes his manhood from Sasha she whimpers, "No, no, no! I...I was so close!"

"Geralt, it's not what it seems."

"It looks like your fucking my girl, Sasha"

"Okay, well it is what it seems I guess… but her name isn't Sasha. This is the head of Nilfgaurd secret service, Cantarella. She staged this event to ruin me and spy on you,” he said, trying to reason with Geralt, his anger visible with every word that fell from Bernard’s mouth.

“Ah, it all makes sense now! She is a spy and she staged the two of you fucking to anger me?”

“No, that’s not it! She…Emhyr…they set you up. Used you to stop the resistance… to stop me. I need to get answers from her and the only way to make her talk...Is well..."

“Are you saying that you’re fucking her so you can learn her secrets!” Geralts could feel his blood boil. His face would have turned flush if it weren’t for the Witcher potion coursing through his veins. His pale face, hollow black eyes, and rigid muscles made him look otherworldly as he approached. "I am going to kill you," Geralt said. His monstrous form made him look bigger than ever before. As he approached Bernard, Bernard backed up and his eyes panicked.

"I am telling the truth. Just...just ask her to tell you anything! Don’t…don’t you want to know why they want Ciri so badly that the head of the Nilfgaard personally attended to you"

Geralt, with a stern expression, evaluated his words. The air was thick with tension as they exchanged ...