Triss had never forgotten Geralt. For what, when she had heard rumors of the whereabouts of a white-haired witcher, her first thought had been to rush to him.
The disappointment of being in front of a stranger had been such that she had become furious.
It wasn't that witcher's fault but suddenly he had become the target of her frustration. She had been arrogant, irritating and at times even rude to that young witcher, whose only fault was that of not being Geralt.
She had thought that it would have no repercussions anyway.
She had to change her mind when, without warning, she had found her ass naked and burning under the spanking of the witcher, almost a naughty girl.
Not even Geralt had ever dared so much.
In spite of everything, this had ignited a spark of interest, a strange passion that had carried her into the Witcher's arms. Maybe just to forget Geralt after all, or maybe his bossy ways had really won her over.
Now between the two of them there was this dualism made of passion and discipline from which Triss didn't want to get out.
All it took was a gesture, a word, and Triss was aware that sooner or later she would get a spanking.
And yet there was also the best sex she ever had.
Triss stopped the horse, being in the saddle had stopped being annoying for a few days now. The worst thing about a spanking was receiving her on the go, even though she'd made sure to stuff the seat and travel clothes as best she could.
"Here, there are also villages beyond the cities, even if we go back and forth we will not arouse suspicion. We are two adventurers in search of bounties.", She said resolutely. "And from what I've seen, there's always a need for a Witcher and a sorceress, supporting us won't be a problem."
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