The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Rare Beasts (TV-MA)

... tongue as talented as yours."

As the moans of pleasure filled the night air, Geralt found himself consumed by a tumultuous mix of emotions, his thoughts dominated by the enigmatic sorceress Yennefer. There was an undeniable pull, a magnetic force that drew his attention towards her, overshadowing any other concerns that may have occupied his mind.

Was it jealousy that tugged at his heartstrings, ignited by the flirtatious relationship between Yennefer and Sir Eyck? The thought of her forming a connection with another man, even temporarily, sparked a twinge of possessiveness within Geralt. He couldn't deny the pang of unease that welled up within him, fueling his desire to be closer to her.

But perhaps, it was something deeper, something more profound than mere jealousy. Yennefer had a way of burrowing herself into Geralt's thoughts, her presence lingering in the recesses of his mind like an alluring spell. The complexity of their relationship, the push and pull, the shared history, and undeniable attraction—it all created a maelstrom of emotions that Geralt struggled to unravel.

ACT 4: The Smell of Defeat

As the Reaver leader, a hardened and merciless individual awakens to the grunting sounds of Sir Eyck, he can't help but feel a sense of disgust and disdain towards the nobleman. In his eyes, the nobles are born into privilege, their entitlement often blinding them to the realities faced by the common folk. The Reaver leader chuckles at the irony that the ...

... fool has brought his downfall by consuming meat from a cursed monster, a consequence of his reckless and headstrong nature.

Standing a short distance away, the Reaver watches with a mixture of disgust and mounting anger as the knight, Sir Eyck, still wearing parts of his soiled armor, hunches over near a bush. The pungent stench of his diarrhea fills the air, assaulting the senses of everyone in the vicinity. The Reaver leader's face contorts with revulsion, his features contending with the noxious odors assaulting his nostrils.

As Sir Eyck grunts and groans, attempting to relieve himself from the affliction that plagues him, the Reaver leader's patience wears thin. With a grim determination, the Reaver leader makes his way toward Sir Eyck, his steps purposeful and heavy. His eyes bear the weight of his fury as he approaches the knight, his voice tinged with a fit of cold, controlled anger.

“Well, well, look at what we have here. Sir Eyck, the nobleman, reduced to a whimpering mess,” said the Reaver.

Grunting in discomfort, Sir Eyck says, “You... you dare mock me, commoner? I am a nobleman, born into privilege. I answer to no one but the crown!”

As anger surges through the Reaver leader, he swiftly draws his sword, the blade gleaming in the dim light of the camp. A broad smile of justice imprinted across his face.

Sir Eyck stumbles backward in a futile attempt to escape the impending confrontation. He falls backwards landing him in a repulsive pile of his ...