Geralt entered the room where Queen Cerys was deep in thought, her brow furrowed as she poured over a map of the Skellige Isles. "Королева, разрешите?" he asked, bowing slightly.
Cerys looked up, her piercing blue eyes meeting his. "Геральт, не паясничай, какая я тебе королева?" she retorted, a wry smile playing on her lips.
Geralt, chastised, asked, "Ты теперь официально королева Скеллиге, я обязан тебя так титуловать."
Cerys responded, "В таком случае вот тебе моё королевское дозволение, можешь не титуловать меня каждый раз, только на официальных собраниях." She handed him a parchment, her seal affixed to the bottom.
Geralt thanked her and asked, "Ты хотела меня видеть?"
Cerys admitted, "Да хотела, видишь ли я хочу прогуляться и хотела бы, чтобы ты составил мне компанию."
They walked to a secluded part of the island where they wouldn't be disturbed, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore the only sound that filled the air. Geralt noticed, "Медальон дрожит, это место силы."
Cerys replied, "Теперь ясно почему мне здесь так хорошо, я часто сюда прихожу. Мне здесь проще восстановить силы."
Geralt decided to share the benefits of using places of power. "You know, these places of power can be used for more than just restoring your strength," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Cerys raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Unable to resist, she kissed Geralt, her hands finding their way to his chest. His hands wandered over her body, slowly undressing her. Cerys's hands responded in kind, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his shirt.
With her last piece of clothing removed, Cerys stood before Geralt, her toned figure on display. She took in Geralt's trained body and dropped to her knees.
She began to lick and suck Geralt's 20-centimeter member, taking it deeper with each attempt. Geralt allowed her to set the pace, enjoying the sensation.
After some time, Geralt pulled out and began to lick Cerys's wet folds, bringing her to new heights of pleasure. Cerys writhed beneath him, her hands gripping his shoulders as she cried out his name.
When Cerys could take no more, Geralt entered her, filling her completely. He moved slowly at first, allowing Cerys to adjust to his size. As they moved together, Cerys couldn't help but cry out Geralt's name, lost in the sensation.
Geralt paused, and Cerys, eager for more, turned around, presenting herself to him. Geralt took the opportunity to thrust into her from behind while kissing and caressing her firm breasts.
Cerys was overwhelmed by the pleasure, and she collapsed onto the ground, spent. Geralt, still going, finished on her face, and, with a final kiss, Cerys licked the remaining drops of semen off her fingers.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore the only sound that filled the air.
"I see why you come here so often now," Geralt said, his voice husky with exhaustion.
Cerys smiled, her eyes shining with satisfaction. "I'm glad I have you to share it with."
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