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

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

... me. I…I crave sexual release, and I know you can give it to me."

Confused and concerned, Geralt questioned, "What happened to you? There's no way the succubus potion would have had this effect."

Bernard chimed in, a sly grin on his face, "Well, I also gave her a truth serum during our interrogation. A rather large dose, might I add."

Geralt's realization hit him like a sudden storm on a calm sea. The magical blend of the succubus potion, intensifying Cantarella's desires, and the truth serum, stripping away her inhibitions, had created an unpredictable and potent elixir.

The consequences of this alchemical fusion unfolded before him as he grappled with the unforeseen power that now held Cantarella in its grasp.

Her hands nimbly worked the fastenings from his armor, and slowly layers of his clothes fell away. As her hands fished out his manhood from his pants, he had a decision to make. Free her and let her become a risk or play her game and learn what secrets lie dormant.

Bernard chimed in, "All of her secrets are within your grasp, Geralt. All you need to do is fuck her while you ask her questions."

As her soft lips kissed his tool, her hand stroking him awake, he knew what he must do. "You will tell me everything I need, Cantarella, one way or the other!" His manhood grew larger and larger in her small hands, the black lines of his veins pulsated for release, as he hardened.

Cantarella's soft lips wrapped around his manhood, her hand coaxing him ...

... into full arousal. Bernard's words lingered in the air, tempting him with the promise of unraveling Cantarella's secrets through this peculiar combination of pleasure and interrogation. The pulsating veins on his hardened length reflected the intensity of the moment. Succumbing to the current of necessity, he thrusted his throbbing member in and out of her mouth. As he pulled away, she gasped for air, their eyes locking in a silent acknowledgment of her submission.

Geralt's command echoed in the room, cutting through the charged air. "Get on your knees, Cantarella!" The mattress yielded beneath Cantarella's weight as she complied, positioning herself as instructed. Her limbs sank into the softness, a tempting tableau of submission.

As Geralt circled the bed, his gaze raked over her exposed form. The flickering candlelight accentuated the contours of her body—the ample curves of her large breasts, the enticing swell of her hips, and the fullness of her rump. Cantarella's skin seemed to glow, a canvas inviting the touch of an artist.

In the dim light, Cantarella's eyes followed Geralt's every move, anticipation dancing in her gaze. The room buzzed with an electrifying energy as he approached, his every step a deliberate proclamation of authority. The air was thick with desire, and both of them felt the pulse of a shared anticipation.

When Geralt climbed onto the bed, the mattress yielded beneath his weight. His hand wrapped around her neck tracing the contours of her ...