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Strong male hands wander through her body. On the stomach, above ... Above her face hung with cat eyes, framed with white hair. “Geralt ...” she whispers. And the dream crumbles a thousand pieces.
The hands were really, but they did not belong to the Witcher, but to the skinny, dark-haired Nilfgaardian with a hooked nose. - Not Geralt, cuach'ep ass! Snapped the man, unceremoniously pawing the sorceress.
Heat spread across the right cheek, and the cruel reality was inexorably creeping onto the girl's mind ...
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The hands were really, but they did not belong to the Witcher, but to the skinny, dark-haired Nilfgaardian with a hooked nose. - Not Geralt, cuach'ep ass! Snapped the man, unceremoniously pawing the sorceress.
Heat spread across the right cheek, and the cruel reality was inexorably creeping onto the girl's mind ...
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