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

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

... Cantarella lay there, her secrets exposed and her chastity unraveled, her face flushed trying to understand what had happened.

"We will continue this tonight, Cantarella," Bernard declared, his words carrying a weight of unspoken promises. As he dressed himself, preparing to attend to the affairs disrupted by Cantarella and Geralt, he left her in the care of his men. The room, once a witness to their carnal dance, now became a silent witness to the aftermath—a complex tapestry of desire, surrender, and the lingering echo of pleasure.

Chapter 13: The Guards

Cantarella, still recovering from the intense encounter, found herself on shaky legs as the guards assisted her off the floor. A mix of pleasure and confusion clouded her thoughts as she tried to reconcile the fear and contempt she had for Bernard and yet the overwhelming lust that overcame her as she begged to be claimed by him.

As her body still quivered with the aftermath of passion, she replayed how her body responded to her desires, possessed by some other force within her that loved every second of it. As she replayed the scene in her mind she could feel the wetness building in her again, her sex drive was insatiable.

Unbound then guided by the guards, she stumbled towards the desk in the dimly lit room. Cantarella followed the silent instructions of the guard behind her who placed her trembling hands on the table. From behind, the older guard slowly undressed her, removing the remnants of her torn ...

... clothes that hung off her shoulders, and discarded them onto the floor, leaving her naked and exposed.

The old guard’s touch was surprisingly gentle as his hand glided over her exposed skin. She could feel the warmth of his touch, his fingers tracing a path from her stomach up to her chest. As his hand wrapped around her, she involuntarily straightened up, and he leaned in, his proximity adding a new layer of anticipation to the charged atmosphere.

As the old guard undressed her, the other guard watched hungrily, her body a canvas marked by the passions that unfolded before his eyes. The atmosphere hung heavy with a blend of satisfaction and lingering desire. The young guard in front of Cantarella stared in awe at the beauty before him, her large breasts, wide sensual hips, and full lips all spoke of her ravenous desire, her willingness for more.

The old guard, emboldened by her obedience, closed in on Cantarella from behind, his body pressing against hers, effectively pinning her between him and the sturdy desk. "That was hot, honey" he whispered into her ear. His hands greedily fondled her breasts. He squeezed her taut nipple, drawing a soft moan from Cantarella, her body reacting to his advances. The room seemed to close in around her as his hips pressed into hers, the large bulge in his pants emphasizing the physical dominance he sought to assert.

With a suggestive tone, he continued, "Sounds like you want more. What do you say, honey?" His words hung in the air, ...