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

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

... "Well played, Sasha. I find you equally impressive… in more ways than just your Gwent skills. I hope we can explore those other skills together, where the stakes are a bit more intimate," he replied, his voice low and suggestive.

Their lips met in a lingering kiss, a moment charged with the electric anticipation. As their embrace broke, Sasha slipped a card into Geralt's hand, her fingers grazing his as she did so. "Looking forward to that, Geralt. I hope you win soon. Here's a little something to ensure your victory," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "Use it well, Witcher."

After a long break, the tournament continued. The tension in the room was palpable as Geralt and the Count faced off, their eyes locked in a battle of wits and strategy.

The Count's skilled moves threatened to overpower Geralt. Each card used was unique, and dangerous, and created a wall of both offense and defense. But with each play, Geralt's strategy revealed itself, pushing the Count to summon more and more of his high point cards up front, playing a game of chicken racing to the first win.

Then bolstered by the surprise card Sasha had slipped into his hand, Geralt surrendered the first round and collected a handful of his used cards to play again in the next round. It proved to be the decisive move that secured Geralt's victory over the formidable opponent, sending shockwaves through the room.

As the final card was played, the room erupted into applause, and Geralt ...

... couldn't help but glance over at Sasha, a victorious smile playing at the corners of his lips. She met his gaze, a knowing twinkle in her eye, acknowledging the role her assistance had played in his triumph. With the prize secured, Geralt couldn't shake the anticipation of what awaited him after the tournament, a promise of exploration and satisfaction from the mysterious and alluring Sasha.

Chapter 12: The Clues

Then in a rush of urgency, the organizer of the event rushed into the room escorted by three heavily armed guards. “It’s been stolen! The prize money has been stolen!” The organizer alerted everyone.

As the chaotic scene unfolded, with accusations flying, tension thickened in the air. Amidst the commotion, Geralt's instincts sharpened, his mind racing to piece together the events leading up to the sudden disappearance of the prize money. He cast a glance around the room, taking note of the frantic whispers and accusatory glances darting between the participants, each one grappling with their suspicions and fears. Geralt's gaze settled on Sasha trying to assess her motives.

Sasha could feel his accusatory gaze. She responded with a mix of concern and urgency. "It…it wasn't me, I promise," she assured him, her voice tinged with a hint of desperation as she met his gaze.

He nodded, he sensed the honesty of her words confirmed by her steady heartbeat. Her voice carried a note of sincerity that left him grappling with the uncertainty of the situation. “I need ...