The Wild Hunt is back,” said Geralt, his regret for needing to kill the witcher to save the king he swore to protect from Emhyr weighing on him. “I am done fighting other people’s wars. XXNX First, you killed my brother in your fight against Emhyr, and now you play his lapdog, serving in his secret service,” Serrit replied, a cold edge to his voice. The truth, no games.”
The atmosphere seemed charged with energy. The room buzzed with an electrifying energy as he approached, his every step a deliberate proclamation of authority. The air crackled with a blend of pain and pleasure as Cantarella’s screams echoed through the room. Her flushed skin bore the marks of their shared passion, and her eyes gleamed with a mixture of ecstasy and submission.
