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

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

... reeled, the truth pouring forth like a dam finally breached. "They... they want her power," she gasped, the admission leaving her lips as her body quivered beneath him. "They believe she can be the key to their dominance," she confessed, her voice a mixture of fear and longing as she surrendered to the overwhelming force of Geralt's desire and her surrender.

Geralt's eyes locked onto hers, dark with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. "What other secrets are you keeping from me, Cantarella? It's time to unleash them," he murmured, his voice low and seductive, dripping with dominance.

Cantarella’s body was fully upright, her face next to his as Geralt’s powerful thrust filled her, her breasts bounced freely to the tempo of his hips. "I was sent here to gather information on the tournament…and you….to ensure that certain interests were protected," she confessed, her truths spilling from her without reservation.

As he delved deeper, she gasped, her muscles clenching around him, welcoming him in a carnal embrace. Between moans and gasps, he posed questions that prodded deeper into her motivations, unraveling the layers of her carefully constructed facade.

Geralt pushed her down into the bed, her face pressed against a pillow. Her hand found the space between her thighs, rubbing her clitoris rapidly as she felt his net sack slap into her fingers. "Oh my, oh god Geralt, you feel so good" she screamed.

His hands gripped her hips like reins, his fingers curling ...

... around the bones as he pulled her into him. "Oh fuck, yes! Others are hunting for Ciri too! We wanted to beat you to her" she admitted. He slapped her ass hard, leaving a sting, before plunging into her again and again.

"I can't hold back anymore, Geralt!" Cantarella cried, her body writhing in ecstasy and desperation. "Oh Geralt, you feel so good!" she couldn't help but cry out in pleasure, her voice rising in ecstasy. The tension within her spiraled into an all-consuming climax, her muscles coiling with the promise of release. A symphony of ecstasy unfurled, her back arching in response to the waves of pleasure that cascaded through her.

As Geralt continued to pound into her, Cantarella's muscles tensed and her body shuddered in a climax that seemed to reverberate throughout her entire being. Every nerve was alight with the euphoria of the moment, her moans escalating until she was breathless and spent.

Chapter 17: Cantarella’s fate

Bernard lingered in the corner of the room, an observer of the carnal symphony unfolding before him. His eyes, like hungry vultures, devoured the scene—the monstrous Witcher, Geralt, dominating Cantarella with an intensity that echoed through the room. The air pulsed with their shared pleasure, and each collision of their bodies created a mesmerizing rhythm.

As Geralt's large hands slapped Cantarella's enticing ass, the sound resonated in the room. Bernard couldn't deny the arousal that twisted within him, a wicked concoction of ...