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

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

... hauling crates from the warehouse to the large vessel on the dock.

“That seems odd for a lamp oil company, doesn’t it?” Geralt said.

Sasha nodded. The whole scene looked suspicious.

Geralt motioned to the other end of the building that was protected by a single guard. “Let's enter from the far end of the building. It is less protected and will give us the surprise advantage we will need.”

“Shouldn’t we get help?” Sasha asked, concerned that they were outnumbered.

In the dim light, Geralt uncorked a vial of mutagen with a practiced motion. The liquid inside shimmered with an otherworldly glow as he raised it to his lips and drank deeply. Almost immediately, a transformative energy surged through his body.

The change was swift and profound. Geralt's muscles swelled, each sinew standing out with newfound definition. His stature grew, making him appear larger and more imposing. As the mutagen coursed through his veins, his skin took on a paler hue, almost as if touched by moonlight. The intricate network of veins beneath his skin began to glow with an eerie, black radiance, a stark contrast against the now-pale complexion.

“We don’t have time to get help. I can do this alone.” He said. Geralt's voice cut through the air like a blade—firm and resolute, carrying the weight of a seasoned warrior. His voice was different than before, it resonated with a gravelly quality that complemented his eerie monstrous new form.

“I am going with you,” Sasha said, ...

... pulling out a set of daggers from her out thigh. She cut a long slit down the back of her dress, enabling her to move more freely as the task required.

"Sasha, be on your guard," Geralt whispered, hand on the hilt of his sword. "We don't know what we might find here." They crept deeper into the warehouse, the echoes of their footsteps reverberated, and the dim light played tricks on their senses.

The pair of vigilantes snuck around to the back of the warehouse. The gap between the shadows they hid in and the place the guard stood was over 100 feet away. The area was well-lit, the distance too great to rush in without giving the guard time to sound the alarm.

“I got this,” Sasha said, her two daggers held by the blade in one hand, as she aimed at the target. With skill and precision, both daggers hit their mark, the first hitting the guard at the throat and the next hitting him in the stomach. The guard crumbled into a ball on the ground, the thud of his body masked by the ambient noise of the ocean wake lapping the dock.

Geralt observed with her a new level of appreciation, another layer of her anonymity exposed. She wasn't some socialite with a mutant fetish, she was something different entirely, and it excited him to peel back those layers further. The duo rushed to the door, Sasha collected and cleaned her daggers while Geralt dragged the body into the shadows.

Geralt pushed open the door to the warehouse, a musty scent greeted them as they entered the dimly lit ...