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

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

... the neckline, tearing it and ripping the buttons from the bodice. With surprising strength, he pulled her down off the chair. Sasha landed on her knees, her face hitting the floor, her large breasts hung unencumbered by clothing.

"You must think I am stupid!" Bernard shouted, his voice sliced through the air as he circled Cantarella. His eyes filled with a mix of amusement and malice as he evaluated her compromising position. Cantarella’s hands were bound tightly behind her back, her face against the floor, her knees spread wide supporting her firm, round ass that presented itself enticingly in the air. His eyes followed the purposefully ripped fabric of her dress as it climbed up her firm calf and trailed off between her legs halfway up her thigh leaving her nearly exposed.

He stepped between her legs and with a deliberate motion, he gripped the fabric, pulling open both sides of her already-torn dress, revealing the smooth skin of her thighs. With a sequence of swift and forceful pulls, he tore her dress apart, and the sound of tearing fabric echoed through the room. The torn fabric ascended her body. As the fabric parted, it unveiled her soft milky white flesh adorned only by delicate lace white panties. The thin white fabric clung to her damp skin, her last remaining shield against complete nakedness.

She could feel the weight of his gaze as he twirled the wooden paddle in his hands, ready to assert dominance. To her surprise, instead of fear, she felt the ...

... excitement building within her, her breath shortening, her heat rising steadily. The room filled with tension as the truth serum and love potion continued to work its way through her system, amplifying her desires, and overtaking her rationality.

"Please, don't hurt me…stopping you was only part of the plan!" she admitted, the words tumbling from her mouth. As she heard them she couldn't believe what she said.

The paddle drew back, and a sharp, stinging blow landed on her exposed ass. A cry escaped her lips as the burn intensified, but then she felt Bernard's hand rubbing her tender skin. The unexpected touch triggered an involuntary moan as her body shuddered in delight, a response she couldn't control.

"Finally, the truth! What did you need Geralt for?" he demanded, his anger still evident. He smacked her rear again, harder this time, and her body lurched forward.

Entranced by her beauty and the power he held over her, he felt an urge to delve deeper, to explore the lengths at which she was willing to entertain him. His hand, once fueled by anger, now adopted an unsettling tenderness as it gently caressed the aftermath of his assault. The touch carried an unexpected mix of comfort and arousal, causing her breath to hitch in response.

“Emhyr instructed me to gain his trust, to use the money as a ploy to bring him here to destroy your weapons and to learn the status of his mission,” she said. As she spoke her body arched, her hips pressed into his palm speaking ...