Geralt and Ciri sex in Kaer Morhen - The Witcher 3

An Autumn Night - After a summer filled with perilous hunts and lucrative contracts, the Wolf School witcher at last returned to the sanctuary of Kaer Morhen. Amidst the revelry of his fellow companions, tales of vanquishing monstrous foes, dispelling malevolent curses, and reaping bountiful rewards echoed within the stone walls. Laughter and the clinking of tankards filled the air as they celebrated, seeking solace in the camaraderie that could only be shared among those who understood the harsh existence of a witcher. Each anecdote told was a testament to survival—another year conquered. Yet, amidst the merriment, an undercurrent of tension lingered. It was as if the air itself carried the weight of unspoken stories. Geralt and Ciri, the two figures around whom destiny seemed to weave its intricate threads, stood apart. Despite the months spent apart, neither regaled the gathering with tales of their summer exploits. Their silence was conspicuous, and, unusually, they both withdrew from the festivities early. As the night unfolded, the others continued to revel, finding comfort in the shared relief that they had once again defied the odds and reunited. The specter of fear, temporarily banished, allowed for the illusion of normalcy. But the discerning eye could not ignore the unspoken truths that lingered in the quiet glances exchanged between Geralt and Ciri. For them, the battles fought were not merely against monsters but against the enigmatic forces that bound their destinies together, and the scars of those unseen struggles were etched in the shadows of their So Ciri rides Geralt's dick at the table and that's it.