Geralt stood in the doorway of Queen Cerys’ chambers, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as he addressed her with the formal title she was due. “Королева, разрешите?” he asked, his deep voice echoing off the stone walls.
Cerys, who was sitting at a table poring over a map of the island, looked up and grinned at him. “Геральт, не паясничай, какая я тебе королева?” she replied, her tone playful and teasing.
Geralt chuckled and shook his head. “You may be informal with me, my queen, but I must address you as such officially,” he explained.
Cerys rolled her eyes but nodded in agreement. “Very well. In that case, voila, here is my royal permission. You may dispense with the formalities, except on official occasions,” she said, waving a hand in his direction.
Geralt bowed slightly, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “As you wish, my queen.”
Cerys stood up and stretched, her hands braced on the table as she arch her back. “In fact, I was hoping to see you, Geralt. I wanted to take a walk in a secluded area of the island. Would you care to accompany me?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Geralt’s medallion, which he always wore around his neck, began to vibrate. “The medallion is reacting. This place is full of magic,” he said, his brow furrowing in concentration.
Cerys nodded knowingly. “Yes, I often come here to recharge my energy. It’s one of the reasons I feel so at peace on this island,” she explained.
The two of them set off on their walk, their conversation turning into a playful banter as they strolled along the shoreline. Cerys suddenly stopped and turned to Geralt, her eyes shining with desire. She kissed him deeply, her hands reaching up to tangle in his hair.
Geralt responded eagerly, his hands wandering over Cerys’ body as he pulled her closer. He slowly began to undress her, his fingers deftly unlacing her corset and sliding her dress down over her hips.
Cerys’ hands were not idle either, and soon Geralt was left standing in front of her in all his glory. She took a moment to admire his toned body, her eyes roving over his muscular chest and abs.
Without a word, Cerys dropped to her knees and took Geralt in her mouth, trying to take him as deep as she could. Geralt groaned with pleasure, his hands resting on Cerys’ shoulders as he watched her.
Eventually, Geralt pulled out and began to pleasure Cerys with his tongue. She moaned with pleasure, her hands gripping his hair as she pressed her body against him.
Cerys was overwhelmed with pleasure, unable to hold back her screams of ecstasy. Geralt entered her from behind, and she pressed her body against him, enjoying every moment.
As the waves crashed against the shore, Cerys fell to the ground, spent. Geralt finished on her face, and Cerys licked the remaining drops off his member, a satisfied smile on her lips.
“That was quite a walk, my queen,” Geralt said, his voice husky with desire.
Cerys grinned up at him. “Indeed, it was. I can’t wait to see what the rest of the island has in store for us,” she replied, her eyes shining with anticipation.
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