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“You do,” Geralt said. A smile played across Triss’ lips.

“I thought so,” she said. She slipped a hand under the table, and he felt a light touch on his thigh. Subtly, he looked around at the other guests, but they all seemed engrossed in a discussion between Bothren and Cerys.

“Love the dress,” Geralt whispered as her hand stroked up and down his inner thigh. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

“Witcher, what are your thoughts?” Bothren suddenly boomed. Triss continued teasing him slowly under the table, and he could almost feel her amusement.

“I’m not one for politics,” Geralt said calmly as Triss’ hand reached his crotch and she ran her fingers lightly over his bulge.

“Ah, come on, it’s not politics, Geralt,” Cerys urged. “Is it better to live with the comforts of civilisation or in the wilds of nature?”

Geralt took a moment to compose his thoughts. The moment was slightly longer than he expected, as Triss took that moment to slip her hand into his breeches and wrap her hands around his member, smiling innocently at him. “Civilisation’s nice, once in a while, but it dulls the senses. Makes you complacent.”

“So how often do you cum back to civilisation?” Triss asked, her green eyes meeting his as she gripped him tighter. “Must be hard out in the wilderness, stripping away all the ease of a town.”

“Every couple weeks, at the outmost.” Despite enjoying the handjob, Geralt glared daggers at her.

“Well, personally, I couldn’t imagine that,” Bothren said, before turning back to Cerys and continuing their conversation.

Geralt sighed with relief, and Triss giggled.

“After you,” Geralt said, holding the door to Triss’ chambers open.

“You gentleman, you,” Triss smiled, stepping inside. He followed suit, and she bolted the door behind him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips down to hers. His hands strayed down under the hem of her dress and hiked it up as he began cupping and squeezing her perfect ass. “I’ve missed you, Geralt,” she murmered.

“You too, Triss. You should come to Kaer Morhen more often.”

“I don’t think Yen would like that,” Triss giggled as she waved her hand, and her dress and trousers disappeared with a pink glow to reveal green lingerie that matched her eyes. He drank in her creamy midriff and long, slender legs with green stockings pulled up to her thighs.

“I don’t know. She might be more receptive to sharing this time,” Geralt smiled, beginning to remove his armor.

She smirked as she stood behind him and unbuckled his sword belt. “Hm. I imagine Yen’s the one who takes charge … I guess I could live with that.”

His cock became even harder as images of fucking the two beautiful sorceresses at the same time filled his mind. At the same time, Triss yanked down his breeches and underwear, freeing his member. Finally, he wriggled out of his armor and dumped it on the floor with a rustling of metal.

“In the meantime, though …” Triss laid a kiss on his lips, then got to her knees in front of him. She ran a manicured finger along his length before kissing his sensitive head. Then, glancing up at him and sending butterflies through his stomach, she enveloped the tip of his cock in her soft mouth.

Her tongue worked its magic, swirling around him, and Geralt sighed in pleasure as his hands instinctively grasped her head and pulled her down. Her throat widened and she slid her lips halfway along his penis before she pulled back and used her hand to spread her spit down to his base as she suckled gently at his head.

Triss repeated this process twice more, then took him out of her mouth with a soft pop and stood up. Now rock hard, Geralt kissed her fiercely until her back bumped up against the stone wall. As he reached behind her and began fiddling with her bra, it vanished. “Magical underwear,” Triss smiled.

He grabbed her by the ass and lifted her up, and she obligingly spread her legs as she clung to his neck. With her breasts rubbing against his chest, Geralt prodded her slit with his saliva-covered cock and slowly pushed into her. Moaning, Triss waved her arm, and the walls around them rippled with a strange magic.

“What was that?” Geralt asked.

“A sound-blocking enchantment,” she said, biting her lip seductively.

Gradually, Triss quivered and whimpered her way down until his entire length was buried inside her. Geralt grunted as she clenched and unclenched her walls around him, becoming reaccustomed to having his large witcher sword inside her. “Forgot how sensitive you can be,” he muttered.

Triss laughed weakly. “I forgot how big you are.”

Lifting her up slightly, Geralt started thrusting into her, slowly at first, but quickly speeding up. Triss’ moans of pleasure turned to soft screams, then ear-splitting shrieks as his hand lowered to her clit and began massaging it.

“Fuck, fuck!” she groaned. Geralt felt her shudder against him, and smiled to himself as he recognised the telltale signs of the sorceress’ orgasm. Her legs twitched and spasmed, and he nearly dropped her as her ass writhed in his grip. He allowed her a moment to recover, gently sliding in and out of her. “Geralt, oh Geralt,” she whispered. Then she tapped him on the ass. “Put me down.”

Obligingly, he lifted her off his cock and set her down, and she laid a hand on his chest and guided him backwards until his calves hit the bed and he fell onto his back. She straddled him and slid onto his cock, moaning.

Triss rocked back and forth, teasingly slowly, and lowered her lips to his. Then, taking his hands, she placed them on her breasts and began bouncing up and down on him. Geralt grunted and began thrusting his hips to meet hers while toying with her swaying boobs, and he arched his back as the pleasure in his loins resumed building.

Panting now from the exertion, Triss grinned down at him. Sweat dripped from her forehead, and Geralt’s senses were overwhelmed by the scent of sex in the air and her heavy breathing. “I can’t keep this pace up forever, Geralt,” she moaned. “Cum already!”

With that she began flexing the walls of her pussy, clamping down on him and sending him rocketing over the edge. Waves of pleasure roared through his body, and his cock pulsed, sending rivulets of cum deep inside her. Unconsciously, he squeezed her breasts, hard, and she gasped in pain.

Finally, his cock started to soften, and Triss rolled off him, cum leaking from her entrance onto his stomach. He pulled her close and kissed her, tasting the salty tang of sweat on her lips. Then, she reached between her legs and scooped a mixture of his semen and her juices onto a finger before licking it clean, smiling seductively at him.

Sunlight streamed onto Geralt’s closed eyelids, and he jerked awake. Triss, her breasts pressed against his chest, murmered something in her sleep. Slowly, he brushed a lock of her red hair out of her face and kissed her, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Morning, Triss,” he said.

The sorceress rubbed her eyes. “Morning, Geralt.” She looked around, disoriented, before sitting up abruptly. “Shit! There’s a meeting with Cerys at noon!” She quickly jumped to her feet and conjured the same set of clothes she wore the day before, then rushed over to the mirror and fixed her hair. “See you later,” she said as she pecked him on the lips.

“See you,” Geralt said.