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

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

... nothing stolen or disturbed. His Gwent deck remained untouched to his relief. Sasha's interest in his notes and books left lingering questions. A sly grin crossed his face as he remembered their pact, he would see her again allowing him to pursue this mystery later.

Determination crystalized in Geralt's mind. First thing first, he must conquer the challenges of the Gwent tournament.

Chapter 11: Tournament Finale

Geralt entered the room for the final day of the tournament with quiet confidence. With only two challengers remaining he could feel victory in his grasp. The air was charged with anticipation, and the atmosphere buzzed with the energy of competitors ready to prove their strategic prowess in the grandmasters' game of Gwent. He could feel the eyes of fellow participants and spectators alike, acknowledging the formidable Witcher in their midst.

The atmosphere was tense. The room buzzed with anticipation, Geralt's heart quickened at the announcement that his next challenger was none other than Sasha. He braced himself for the impending match, acutely aware of her shrewdness and cunning.

As Geralt faced off against Sasha, a nagging thought lingered in the back of his mind, questioning whether their previous rendezvous had been a well-placed, albeit pleasurable, distraction. He couldn't shake the feeling that her mysterious actions were purposefully staged to divert his attention from the cards and his carefully planned strategy.

As they commenced the ...

... first round of the match, it became evident that he needed to swiftly adapt his approach. He reflected on her win the previous night, and her ability to use his offense against him. With each card played, the calculating glint in her eyes hinted at a well-concealed strategy of her own. Geralt adjusted his gameplay, he focused on analyzing her patterns, attempting to decipher the intentions behind each move she made.

The tension in the air was palpable, each hand becoming a careful dance of strategy and counter-strategy, as they attempted to outmaneuver each other with their skillful plays. Between moves, she brushed her hand against his, her melodic voice encouraging his errors reminding him of her panting cries of pleasure. Despite the undeniable chemistry that simmered between them, his loss to her in the second round of gameplay reminded him to focus if he were to emerge victorious.

With a steely resolve, he reined in any distractions, channeling his energy into every calculated move. Geralt managed to turn the tide, ultimately clinching victory in a close-fought contest. The resounding cheers of the patrons filled the room, adding an electrifying energy to the night and setting the stage for the tantalizing encounter that awaited him with Sasha.

"Well, well, Geralt, congratulations on the win. I must say, your Gwent skills are impressive.," she teased, her voice carrying a subtle hint of admiration as she leaned closer.

Geralt, with a confident smirk, responded, ...