Geralt entered the room where Queen Cerys was deep in thought, her eyes focused on the fireplace. "Королева, разрешите?" he asked, bowing slightly. Cerys looked up, a small smile playing on her lips. "Геральт, не паясничай, какая я тебе королева?"
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."
Geralt thanked her and reminded her, "Ты хотела меня видеть." Cerys responded, "Да хотела, видишь ли я хочу прогуляться и хотела бы, чтобы ты составил мне компанию."
As they walked to a secluded part of the island where they wouldn't be disturbed, Geralt noticed the way the medallion around his neck was reacting to the energy of the place. "Медальон дрожит, это место силы," he said, looking around.
Cerys responded, "Теперь ясно почему мне здесь так хорошо, я часто сюда прихожу. Мне здесь проще восстановить силы."
Geralt saw an opportunity to impress Cerys and said, "Разговор плавно перетекал в обмен подколками..."
Cerys, unable to resist, suddenly kissed Geralt. He responded in kind, his hands wandering over her body, slowly undressing her. Cerys' hands responded in kind, and soon she was left in only her underwear. She stood before Geralt, her toned body on display.
Geralt, impressed, said, "Мне здесь проще восстановить силы, и теперь я вижу почему."
Cerys, unable to contain herself, dropped to her knees and began to pleasure Geralt with her mouth. She took him deeper with each pass, her enthusiasm growing. Eventually, Geralt pulled away and began to pleasure Cerys with his mouth, bringing her to new heights of ecstasy.
When Cerys was spent, Geralt entered her, taking his time to allow her to adjust to his size. He began to move, slowly at first, then faster, bringing Cerys to new heights of pleasure. Cerys, lost in the moment, turned around and presented herself to Geralt, who took her from behind as he kissed and caressed her breasts.
Cerys was overwhelmed with pleasure and collapsed, spent. Geralt, finishing, released on her face, and offered her his hand to help her up. "На последок облизать остатки спермы?" he asked.
Cerys, still catching her breath, looked up at Geralt with a small smile. "Maybe next time, Geralt."
Geralt chuckled, "I'll hold you to that, Cerys."
As they walked back to the castle, Cerys couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for Geralt. He was not only a skilled warrior but also a considerate and passionate lover. She knew that she could always count on him, no matter what the future held.
Geralt, too, was lost in thought. He couldn't help but feel drawn to Cerys, her strength and determination were intoxicating. He knew that he would do anything to protect her, even if it meant going against his own kind.
As they reached the castle, Cerys turned to Geralt, "Thank you for today, Geralt. I couldn't have asked for a better companion."
Geralt smiled, "The pleasure was all mine, Cerys."
As they went their separate ways, they both knew that this was only the beginning of their journey together. They were two strong-willed individuals, bound by a common goal and a growing attraction. They were ready to take on whatever the world had in store for them.
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