The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 2) - Sex Stories

The Witcher: Geralt and the Gwent Tournament (part 2)

... protection.

As she stepped back, breaking his embrace, her eyes connected with his. "I…I need to ask you a favor, Geralt,” she said, her tone almost pleading, “If you lose tomorrow, stick around until after the tournament. Will you wait for me?" she suggested, her words laced with an air of promise and allure.

Their eyes locked as Geralt's mind processed the implications of her proposal. "What's your angle here, Sasha?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued as he sipped his champagne.

"I need this money, Geralt, and I may also need your... protection," she confessed, her voice tinged with vulnerability beneath her confident facade. "I promise to split the prize evenly with you."

A subtle nod of understanding passed between them as Geralt absorbed her words, his thoughts already navigating the complex web of possibilities and potential outcomes that lay ahead. "Sure," he agreed, a flicker of intrigue crossing his features. "But what if I win?"

Sasha's flirtatious smile deepened, a glimmer of mischief dancing in her eyes. "If you win, then maybe we can discuss an arrangement for me to earn my share of the prize money from you…," she replied.

"How can I say no to such a tempting offer, Sasha," Geralt responded, a faint grin playing on his lips, “Let's discuss possible forms of payment tonight?”

Sasha nodded, her sensual and suggestive tone carrying a tantalizing promise for their evening.

Chapter 7: The Debt

The anticipation hung in the air like a thick ...

... fog as Geralt led Sasha back to his room. As they reached the door, Geralt turned to face her, his fingers brushing against hers in an electrifying caress that sent a shiver down her spine. The door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit room beyond. Geralt guided her inside and kissed her gently on her lips as she heard the soft click of the door closing behind them.

Geralt's eyes gleamed as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, tantalizing murmur. "I prepared a very rare and special cocktail for you," he said, his hand lightly grazing the small of her back. "It’s a little experimental… How do you feel about taking risks?"

A playful glint danced in Sasha's eyes as she leaned into his touch. "I don’t mind taking a little risk," she teased, her voice laced with a seductive edge. "As long as I know in the end, there is a reward."

Geralt's grin widened. "Get comfortable,” he told her, “I will get your… cocktail,” he said. His voice is confident and commanding.

Minutes later, the bathroom door creaked open. Sasha emerged, standing in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the soft lamplight that bathed the room in a warm, golden glow. Her milky skin was a canvas for the play of light and shadow, every curve and contour of her body accentuated by the gentle illumination.

Geralt’s back was to her, his head slightly turned to watch her as she entered the room. “Sasha, you are gorgeous!” He said. Her cheeks blushed at the recognition of her presence, unfamiliar ...