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

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

... piercing glares. Geralt's gravelly voice cut through the silence. "If Sasha, or Cantarella as you say, knows something crucial I need to know it… and I won't let her pleasures cloud her mind."

Bernard, a smirk playing on his lips, responded, "You're not the only one with an interest in her secrets. I have my own plans, Witcher."

Geralt led the halfling to the corner of the room. "Don't move halfling. I don't need a sword to rip your body in half."

Bernard nodded, his naked body pressed against the wall, his hands up. “Go, talk to her. You will see that I am telling you the truth.”

Geralt, with a furrowed brow, listened intently as Bernard explained Sasha's insatiable desires triggered by the truth serum. Disbelief etched across his face, he decided to investigate further.

Geralt approached Sasha, lying on a bed, her eyes filled with excitement as she spotted him.

As her gaze met Geralt's transformed form, a sight otherworldly and imposing, the effects of the potion still coursing through his veins, Sasha couldn't help but feel a surge of both awe and trepidation. His blood-soaked clothes hid his massive body, he was large, a beast of a man, more formidable than the Geralt she knew. Rippling muscles, pale skin, and pulsating black veins created a visual spectacle that sent a chill of excitement down her spine.

As Geralt approached, she looked at him with a sultry gaze, crawling towards him, submitting to his presence. "Oh, Geralt," she purred, her voice ...

... laced with desire.”Are you pale everywhere?”

Geralt, maintaining his composure, demanded answers. "Who are you, Sasha? The truth, no games."

The atmosphere seemed charged with energy. Under the influence of the enhanced love potion and truth serum, exuded an aura of heightened arousal. She purred in anticipation, her eyes fixated on Geralt as if he were the embodiment of her deepest desires.

She chuckled sensually, her fingers tracing lightly along his arm. "My name is Cantarella, Geralt. I…I have wanted to tell you that for so long, hoping you would call out my true name when you cum in me!”

Geralt, resisting the magnetic pull of her allure, insisted, "I'm not here for pleasure. Tell me what you know about Ciri."

Cantarella, undeterred, whispered seductively, "Pleasure can be a powerful motivator, Geralt." She approached him with a seductive sway in her hips, her hands tracing the contours of his clothes, attempting to undress him.

Amid the tension between desire and determination, Geralt stood firm, determined to extract the information he sought from Cantarella's tangled web of truths and desires. "Just give me the information I need, Cantarella. I'm not here to play games."

"Don't tease me, Geralt! You turned me into this cock-hungry whore. Give me what I desire, and I'll give you everything you want," she pleaded, her eyes filled with a desperate yearning. She confessed, her words laced with desire, "The potion you unleashed awakened something inside ...