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

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

... volumes of her desires.

His eyes focused on her firm round ass, the contours of her panties clung to her moist, eager core, the subtle outline of her entrance tempting him to uncover its secrets. She returned a small dagger, its cold, flat blade traced along the curves of her rump. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine as the last remnants of her modesty yielded to the blade's edge.

“You are a fabled seductress, Cantarella. The seducer of Kings, and ruin of kingdoms. What must it be like in your tempestuous depths where even a Witcher would become your pawn,” he snarled with both curiosity and dominance.

She wanted to hate the halfling, her mind raced to do something, anything, but her body betrayed her. Her arousal intensified, the warmth and moisture between her thighs creating a palpable anticipation. Between her thighs, the engorged puffy flesh of her pussy at first pressed tightly together slowly opened, a clamshell of delight that glistened enticingly at its core, begging to be explored.

“What must it be like to be a halting! To be half the man of a regular man,” she spat, her words both an insult and an invitation to prove her wrong.

His eyes took in her exposed beauty. Her flesh giving off the signals of wanton needs, desires begging to be filled. “Let’s see how this halfling compares to your other lovers then, shall we?”

His hands gently caressed her ass, his thumb tracing the wet slit between her luscious lips, spreading her apart, ...

... releasing the folds of her labia, inching closer to her deepest desires with deliberate intent. A soft, involuntary moan escaped Cantarella's lips, drawing a reaction from Bernard.

“Tell me about Geralt's mission, honey,” tell me everything and I will reward you for being a good little girl,” he said.

His fingers slid along her wet entrance, targeting her aroused clitoris, and then slowly his fingers drove into her. Her head lifted as she whimpered in pleasure, her back arching, her hips slowly rocking into his hand. "Mmm, Geralt is on a mission to find something that Emhyr needs... mmmm." she managed to explain amid the chaos.

Cantarella felt Bernard's warm breath on her exposed, glistening flesh as his nose approached. Her arousal intensified as his breath caressed her skin. A low moan escaped her lips, yearning for more.

"Tell me, kitten, what did Emhyr need?" Bernard inquired, and before she could respond, his warm, soft tongue traced the contours of her sensitive cunt. His lips sucked on her clitoris then his tongue made long licking motions against her engorged flesh.

Her body shuddered in response, and she let out a long, uncontrollable moan, "Ohhh, gods, that feels so good!" She admitted, relinquishing control of the moment, in disbelief that this tiny man could make her feel so good. She surrendered to him, responding to the pleasurable assault. “He…he…is looking for a key.”

"Good girl! Do you have the key now?" Bernard remarked, his tone dripping with ...