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

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

... fragile neck as he pulled her body into him with a possessive grip. The connection between them ignited, and in that moment, the boundaries between command and surrender blurred, creating a space where desire reigned supreme.

His hardened cock, pushed into her, thicker and harder than she had experienced ever before. Her wetness consumed him as he descended into her. Cantarella's body responded with a low, passionate moan that reverberated through the air. "Oh, gods, Geralt…your…your so fucking huge!" she exclaimed, surrendering to the intense pleasure that coursed through her.

As Geralt towered over Cantarella, his commanding presence filled the room, the weight of his body pressing into hers with each long, deep stroke. She could feel the heat radiating from his skin, mingling with hers, as his firm hand gripped her neck lightly, a subtle reminder of his control. Their bodies moved in perfect sync, the rhythmic motion of their lovemaking causing the bedsheet to rustle beneath them.

Caught in the ecstasy of their passion, Cantarella's mind raced with conflicting thoughts. With every thrust, a sense of vulnerability surged through her, amplified by the intensity of Geralt's gaze and the power of his touch. Her breath quickened and her senses heightened.

Their breaths intertwined, mingling with gasps and moans as their bodies moved as one. Cantarella's voice quivered as she attempted to answer, "I... I am..." Her words faltered, her mind torn between the fear of ...

... revealing her true self and the intoxicating rush of being consumed by Geralt's ardor.

"Tell me," Geralt's voice was low, commanding, each word laced with the intensity of their entwined bodies. His hips still surging into hers, urging her to surrender not just her body but her deepest truths.

Struggling to form coherent thoughts amidst the whirlwind of sensations, Cantarella finally whispered, "I'm... I'm a spy, Geralt." Her confession was punctuated by a sharp intake of breath and the release of a primal moan that escaped her lips as Geralt's thrusts intensified, driving her to the edge of reason.

Geralt's grip on her neck relaxed, his thumb gently caressing her jawline as he absorbed her revelation. "A spy," he repeated, his voice tinged with curiosity realizing Bernard’s tall tale was true.

"Ciri," Geralt growled, the name reverberating through the room like a thunderclap, a mixture of protectiveness and concern lacing his voice. With each revelation, he pulled her closer, her body arching to meet his every thrust, driving her closer and closer to a release.

His breath was hot against her ear, his body moving with an urgency fueled by the need to unravel her secrets. "What have you reported back? What does Nilfgaard want with Ciri?" The questions poured out of him as he continued to drive into her, their bodies melding into one another, their shared heat and desire igniting an unstoppable passion that threatened to consume them both.

Cantarella's mind ...