Yes

"The way you are treating me, a woman might think this is more than a one night time. So is it something different, longer lasting?" asked Eve, turning around and her cat eyes looking at him.

"Despite that, there is no reason to deny yourself a stable partner. They are hard to come by these days," he spoke, jiggling her breasts from behind. Making her more mellow and open to the suggestion.

He quickly maneuvered her then - turning her around on his cock - so that they were now face-to-face. She could shee his build body, rough abs and scars and all signs of lumberjack. His lips latching onto her pink nipple, as his one hand started to massage her other breast - while she drooled over his body. He grinned internally as his other hand slowly snaked itself down and rubbing her pussy. His lips let go of her nipple for a moment. "You are such a dirty woman doing this with an lowly 'peasant'... but that's what is turning you on isn't it? Because its so good." Then his hand and mouth swapped sides, and he began to suck hard on the other nipple.

Hearing her moans and squeals, and other much liked sounds - he then spoke up, pulling open his pants and revealing his hard erection. "Get inside of me girl... Or should I call you pussy cat, since it seemed rather commin, with you purring like one, whenever I stroke you." He winked at her letting her know he agreed - as he caught her ponytail and pulled on the knot, holding it together - having her silver locks untangled and her hair flowing down.

"My name was still Gwynnbleid, last time I checked," she said, purring. "But you may call me pussy cat, when nobody is around."

She gently enjoyed the cuddling and she was wrapped in. Truth be told, the life or a Witcher was a lonely one. Friends like Yen and Tried and her own Witchers made in bearable yet you were always craving - for a partner.

And on a more personal note, she felt more at ease amongst regular humans. Simply because they didn't look upon her as simply a freak or some cheap wench - unlike the other Witchers that passed by villages. In times of war, those attributes were either loosened or enforced harder - plus there was always the sad fact, that Vizimer had long said; no Witcher ever dies in bed. Well, she was going to try atleast.

She filed those ideas for another time, as she soon lifted up her hips and let his cock penetrate her pussy, making her moan out in pleasure. Eve kept going at it slowly and gently, getting used to the movement and idea - trying out everything to please him at the moment - as he returned the favor to her, my playing with her so nice breasts.