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

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

... "Maybe I should take you for a ride."

Geralt responded with a low, rumbling chuckle. "I didn’t realize that was an option for the winning prize. Sounds like a lot more fun than just a drink in my room.”

Sasha blushed, her smile revealing a subtle play on words. “Oh my! I guess if I play my cards right I can win more than some wine from the Great Gerat.”

“So you think I'm great, huh?” he said, a playful edge in his tone. Observing her closely, he could see her blush, her face flushed and her heartbeat racing at his declaration. He watched as she shifted in her seat, refocused on her strategy as she arranged her cards. “I see you've got some tricks up your sleeve…but I have a feeling I will still end up on top when this match is over."

“I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you?” she said, feeling the heat rise.

“You have no idea,” he responded, his gaze lingering with an undeniable intensity.

Their exchange was filled with playful jabs and flirty innuendos, making it clear that the Gwent game was just a prelude to a more intimate battle of wits between them. As the evening wore on, the chemistry between Geralt and Sasha only grew stronger, setting the stage for what would come next.

As the cards were laid and the final move was made, Sasha's victorious smirk told the tale. "Looks like your finest wine is mine," she teased, her eyes sparkling with triumph.

Geralt chuckled, his admiration for her growing with each passing moment. "I don't think I've met ...

... anyone with such skill in Gwent. You truly are something else."

Sasha leaned back in her chair, her fingers idly tapping the tabletop. "Oh, I have my tricks, but I think you were just being nice. You're not so bad yourself, Witcher. So when will I get this bottle of wine you promised me?" she asked, hoping to see him again as the night was nearing an end.

“I have it up in my room if you care to come up for a nightcap,” he said with a suggestive smile.

“Maybe you are bad after all, Geralt,” she said, eyeing him with suspicion.

Geralt's gaze held a subtle intensity, a magnetic pull between them. "You might find that bad can be quite enticing." The air thickened with unspoken desire as he stood, gesturing for her to join him.

As they strolled down the dimly lit hallway, Sasha's mind raced with anticipation. The closeness between them was palpable, each step carrying a growing sense of intimacy. When they reached his door, Geralt invited her in. The room was softly lit, casting a warm glow that enveloped them as they stepped inside. As the door closed behind them, she felt a surge of excitement.

Geralt retrieved the promised bottle of wine and returned with a glass of the same wine he decanted earlier, his hand brushing against hers as he handed it over. “Tell me what you think?” he said. Sasha took a moment to breathe in the atmosphere, the scent of Geralt's musk mingling with the faint aroma of the red wine.

She swirled the contents of the glass, the wine's ...