Yen, the sorceress, lost in thought, finds herself astride Geralt's lap, her witcher's medallion pressing against her thigh. She grinds against his growing bulge, her breath hitching as she realizes her fantasy. Geralt, caught off guard, can't help but respond to her heat, his cock hardening beneath her. Yen, emboldened, grinds harder, her pussy aching for his thickness. She leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "Fuck me, witcher. Make me your conquest."