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

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

... long legs dripped lazily down the side of the glass. With a clink of their glasses, she took a sip of the silky smooth, rich, and, full-bodied liquid. “Mmm,” she said looking up at him, “This wine is as smooth as your touch, Geralt.”

Their eyes met, and in that instant, the tension between them reached its peak. With a gentle touch, Geralt guided her closer, his hand cupping her cheek as their lips met in a tender, sensual, kiss. In that embrace, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the intoxicating energy that pulsed between them.

Sasha's gaze met his, a playful glint dancing in her eyes. "Are witchers any different from regular men?" her voice was laced with mischief.

Geralt leaned back slightly, a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. “I suppose there's only one way to find out."

A naughty smile tugged at Sasha's lips as she bit down on her bottom lip, her gaze locked with his. Her delicate fingers traced the contours of his chest, eliciting a shiver of anticipation as they danced over the hardened muscles beneath his shirt.

With a boldness that matched her seductive allure, her touch traveled further, her hand lingering over his thick arousal, the heat of her palm searing through the fabric of his leather studded pants. "Oh, Geralt," she murmured between kisses, her voice a breathy whisper that betrayed her mounting desire. Her hands teasing and tantalizing as she continued to stroke him.

Sasha's hands worked their ...

... way across the intricate fastenings of Geralt's armor, each piece yielding to her touch with a soft clink, unveiling a layer of his chiseled, war-torn physique. As the last piece of armor fell away, the soft glow of the room's dim lighting caressed the rugged contours of his body, emphasizing his long jagged scars and chiseled muscles. Sasha's gaze lingered on the powerful lines of his chest, the rippling strength of his arms, and the hardened determination etched into every inch of his being.

Geralt stood before her, bared and vulnerable, his battle-hardened exterior a testament to the resilience that coursed through his veins. Sasha's fingers traced the hem of his underwear and slowly pulled them down as she descended to the floor. Sasha's sharp intake of breath betrayed her awe at the sight of his undeniable arousal, his impressive size and girth a testament to the raw power that pulsed through his veins.

Her gaze was fixed on his manhood, hanging low and heavy before her, as it slowly stirred to life in response to the heady atmosphere. The rhythmic pulse of arousal coursed through his veins, each vein tracing a path along his manhood like a map of passion waiting to be explored, her lips parting in anticipation as she hungrily took in the sight before her.

Sasha's delicate hands traced the lines of his thick flesh as it stiffened in her hand, her fingers exploring every ridge and contour with a reverence that betrayed her unbridled desire. As her lips found their ...