I don’t need a sword to rip your body in half.”
Bernard nodded, his naked body pressed against the wall, his hands up. Like Geralt, his face was etched with the poisons of monsters, his eyes were now solid black, and his mind appeared more focused. Together, their bodies entwined, they reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, leaving Cantarella awash in the aftermath of her surrender to their collective desires. There’s no way the succubus potion would have had this effect.”
Bernard chimed in, a sly grin on his face, “Well, I also gave her a truth serum during our interrogation. Cantarella, caught in the whirlwind of desire, uttered breathless pleas, expressing her yearning for more. As Geralt circled the bed, his gaze raked over her exposed form. Geralt’s eyes locked onto hers, dark with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. Geralt, acknowledging the weight of the moment, agreed, determined to claim her and ensure she never forgot the mark of the Witcher. “They believe she can be the key to their dominance,” she confessed, her voice a mixture of fear and longing as she surrendered to the overwhelming
