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

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

... mark, she placed gentle, teasing kisses along the length of him, each touch igniting a primal response within him. Geralt's breath hitched, a guttural moan escaping his lips as the sensation of her soft wet tongue licked his shaft teasingly.

Her tongue danced along his length, tracing each pulsing vein with a hunger that matched his own. Sasha's warm wet mouth enveloped him, her lips wrapping around his mushroom-tipped flesh creating a rhythmic dance that coursed through every fiber of his being. With each languid stroke, she savored the salty taste of him, the way the ridges of his thick cock opened her mouth, filling her senses.

“Mmm, yeah just like that, Sasha,” Geralt said as he stood watching her try to consume his entire manhood, her lips wrapped around his cock.

Geralt's hands moved to her head, his fingers intertwining with the soft strands of her hair as her small hands slid up and down his manhood, her head pressed deeper and deeper onto him. The sensation of her mouth, the heat of her breath, and the gentle press of her lips sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through his body. With each second, he felt himself growing even more taut, his muscles coiled with the intensity of the moment. His breaths came in short, shallow gasps as he surrendered to the dizzying sensations coursing through him.

Eager to explore every inch of her, Geralt beckoned Sasha to her feet. Gently he pulled her hair, her mouth breaking its suction from his cock. As the suction ...

... broke, Geralt let out a low, primal growl that resonated within the depths of his chest. His eyes fixated on Sasha, on her knees, and succumbed to her insatiable thirst for his manhood. He couldn't help but grin, the corners of his mouth curling upwards in satisfaction as he watched the thin ropes of saliva that still connected her wet lips to his glistening cock, a tangible representation of the hunger that burned between them.

With a hand firmly entwined in her hair, he guided her up to him, wordlessly communicating his intent. His other hand trailed along the delicate curve of her spine, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. The electric current that crackled between them only intensified as he tugged her closer, his mouth descending upon hers in a fiery embrace that left no room for doubt or hesitation.

Chapter 4: Unwrapping his prize

As Geralt’s skilled hands deftly slid the straps of her dress slowly off her shoulders, Sasha's breath hitched in anticipation. The fabric cascaded down her body like a silken waterfall, pooling at her feet in a delicate heap, unveiling the smooth, flawless expanse of her skin.

Her body was a masterpiece, each curve and contour of her milky flesh a testament to her femininity. Her skin, bathed in the soft glow of the moon, seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly radiance. He marveled at the softness of her flesh, the subtle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed, the gentle sway of her hips. With a tenderness that belied his ...