The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 3) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 3)

Chapter 10: The Mystery

The room lingered with the scent of their passionate night as Geralt stirred awake, his senses attuned to a subtle disturbance. Squinting his eyes open, he observed Sasha moving stealthily through the room. The question of her intent flickered in his mind—was she searching for her clothes or something else?

To his surprise, Sasha wasn't rummaging through her belongings but rather delving into his possessions. As she perused his bestiary and sifted through his pants, a disconcerting feeling gnawed at Geralt. Bernard's earlier warning about Sasha's possible ulterior motives echoed in his mind.

Sasha quickly turned to observe Geralt. Instinctively feigned awakening, slightly moving his shoulders and giving a small yawn, his eyes fluttering open. Geralt knew he had to navigate the delicate balance between unraveling the mystery and fulfilling his desires. The morning held secrets yet to be revealed, and Geralt sensed the need to play the long game to get to his ultimate prize.

"Good morning, lover," Sasha whispered, her hands tracing a delicate path on Geralt's chest before their lips met in a soft morning kiss, “I don't know what you did to me last night but I am so horny for you.”

“Your desires are insatiable Sasha and I would like nothing more than to fuck you all day long, but it will have to wait”, Geralt acknowledged the significance of the upcoming day, his thoughts drifting to his primary mission to earn enough money to journey to ...

... Skillage to find his daughter Ciri. "It's a big day."

With a touch of gravity, Sasha gazed into Geralt's eyes, her request hanging in the air. "Geralt, you are such a tease. We will get together after the tournament then?" The weight of her words lingered, adding a layer of intrigue to the day's events, leaving Geralt to ponder the complexities of their connection amidst the backdrop of the tournament.

"I'll be there," Geralt affirmed with a subtle nod, his commitment clear. "And when I win, I plan on not just claiming the prize, but also claiming you."

Sasha's response was a sultry purr, her legs already damp with anticipation at the promise of what was to come. "Mmm, can't wait for you to claim what yours, Geralt," she teased, the air thick with the shared anticipation of their evening rendezvous.

As Sasha gracefully dressed and prepared to leave, Geralt's eyes were fixated on her every movement. The soft morning light streaming in from the window, between the curtains, caressed her skin, accentuating the curves of her body and the allure of her beauty.

As she walked away, each step seemed to carry a secret, leaving Geralt intrigued and eager to uncover the layers of mystery surrounding her. The challenge was set, and he was determined to delve into the enigma that was Sasha, to unravel her to her very core. The front door closed, and she was gone, but excitement brewed within Geralt for the unfolding cat-and-mouse game.

Checking his gear, Geralt found ...