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

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

... challenge. Her words carried a warmth that lingered, prompting Geralt to act on his impulse before she departed.

"Say, how about a friendly game of Gwent later? My treat for dinner if you win," he proposed, a playful glint dancing in his own eyes as he made the offer.

Sasha's lips curled into a subtle smile, her amber eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and interest. "Ah, trying to get a feel of your competition, are we?" Sasha's voice teased.

“In more ways than one,” he said, his words tumbling from his mouth as his eyes traced the elegant curves of her body.

As her eyes connected with his, she felt heat rising within her, his directness catching her off-guard, making her blush. At that moment, all she could imagine was being in his embrace, his strong hands gently gliding over her skin. Her gaze met his with a mischievous glint. "You're on Geralt but a real gentleman takes a woman to dinner on their first date and when I play Gwent I always play for stakes, it makes the game more fun," she said.

Geralt chuckled, his lips curling into a wry grin. "Fair enough. You've got yourself a deal. Dinner and entertainment," he confirmed, enjoying the banter and the underlying excitement that seemed to thicken the air between them. With a subtle nod, they each returned their focus to the bustling surroundings, anticipation already building for their impending encounter at the card table.

In the ensuing hours, as Geralt deftly secured his place in the upcoming ...

... tournament, his attention would occasionally stray to Sasha, noticing her subtle yet deliberate glances in his direction. The air between them crackled with a tension that hinted at the possibility of something more than mere competition on the horizon.

Chapter 3: The Friendly Match

Geralt and Sasha's interactions were lighthearted and filled with subtle flirtation. After dinner, they sat down to play Gwent in a cozy corner of the inn, the atmosphere was charged with playful tension. The candlelight flickered, casting warm glows on their faces as they shuffled their decks of cards.

Geralt reclined, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he surveyed the cards in his hand, confidence radiating from his every move. "How about a little wager? If I emerge victorious, you join me for a drink in my room. But should you win, I'll present you with my finest bottle of wine."

Sasha arched an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Upping the stakes, are we? I do have a soft spot for a fine bottle of wine. You've got yourself a deal, Witcher."

Their eyes locked in a playful challenge as they embarked on their friendly match. Sasha's nimble fingers danced over the cards, her confidence evident in every graceful move. Geralt, typically a formidable opponent, found himself admiring her skill.

Sasha's laughter echoed like a siren's call, her teasing banter and quick wit keeping Geralt on his toes. "You're not as tough as they say, Geralt," she taunted with a sly grin. ...