The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 1) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 1)

... the solitary life of a Witcher. A world filled with espionage and deceit. Emyhr’s spy network had indicated Ciri was last seen in Novigrad. As Geralt searched for Ciri, one clue leading to the next, he soon discovered that she had fled to the island of Skellige, a dangerous remote island that fetched a hefty purse to get to.

Amidst the chaos and dangers of his quest, Geralt discovered a gambling card game known as Gwent, which he played to earn additional coin for equipment. Game after game he honed his strategic prowess, becoming a formidable opponent in Gwent tournaments across the land. Villages would buzz with excitement when the white-haired Witcher arrived, not only for the monsters he would slay but also for the chance to challenge him in a game of Gwent. So when Geralt learned about the tournament and the large purse it offered he knew it was the key needed for passage to Skellige so he could continue his search for Ciri, a purpose that sharpened his determination to win.

On the morning of the Grand Master Gwent Tournament, his arrival to Passiflora was reacted to with a mix of suspicion and celebrity, earning him both wary glances and nods of respect from his fellow participants. But Geralt remained unphased, his stoic focus and meticulously organized deck reflected his preparation for the strategic battles that lay ahead. As he surveyed the competition, a glint of anticipation flickered within him.

Chapter 2: Sasha

"Mind if I join you?" a young woman ...

... asked, her voice carrying a hint of confidence as she eyed Geralt's meticulously arranged deck. With her dark hair pulled into a decorative bun and dressed with pearls and lace, she exuded an air of mystery that immediately intrigued Geralt. "I've heard you're quite the formidable player."

Geralt sized her up, impressed by her boldness. "I play some. You know your way around a deck, I assume?" he replied, a smirk playing on his lips. He gestured for her to take a seat. "I don't mind the company, as long as you don't mind losing to me."

She chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and determination. "We'll see about that," she teased, shuffling her cards with practiced finesse.

"Have you been playing for a long?" He asked, admiring the way her elegantly painted fingernails shuffled and cut the cards with precision and care.

Her lips curled into a knowing smile. "Let's just say, I don't lose often,” she paused, taking in the handsome cat-eyed Witcher, “I am rather surprised to see a Witcher here. Is there an evil monster in our midst?" she teased, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of playfulness.

"I don’t detect any monsters but I haven’t ruled any of these stiffs out,” he joked motioning to the throngs of people in the inn.

Her laughter captivated Geralt's attention, drawing a smile to his lips in response. Her eyes twinkled with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "Geralt, I must say you have a way with words. My name is Sasha," she ...