Yes

Eve whimpered out, as she was **** to drink the liquid. It felt cool as it rolled down her throat - despite the usual reactions, that entailed to drinking a potion. It simply felt like her body was washed over with a cool breeze. Her eyes shifting back into some normal, yellow-colored human irises. Eliminating her 'mutant' outlook, as her moans soon returned. As the one fucking her pussy was reaching his own end.

"AHHH! Please....I have never carried a child before-" she gasped, her legs hanging by his sides. As she felt her breasts and nipples rubbed against his hard chest. Knowing this, she likely was thinking - if she might have to go from her former life as a mercenary....do a housewife. "-I can't defend myself in such a case."

"Don't worry you won't have to. You'll be on this ship," he said, clearly planning on keeping her here and sharing her with the men, as he kept thrusting into his 'new wife' - his cock throbbing as he felt coming again.

Eve gasped out, after the ordeal - lying limp in the bed, as she kept on moaning and gasping. Her body now another part of the crew - a rather loud moan, being pulled from her throat as she was **** to cum again herself - and filled with cum that wouldn't leave her body empty-handed.

Months later, the ship Mesois had continued it's routes in trading. The fog incident, a simply log in a book. For Eve, it had changed her lifestyle completely - the former Witcheress had been 'hired' up on the ship full-pay; as namely the cook of the ship.

As she wore, now a skirt that reached her ankles - with a rather long seaman' shirt, that helped to show off, her now pregnancy. While being the First Mate' kid - it was unknown to determine, whose it was from really. As she walked about in the mess hall - getting the usual cat-calls, whenever she served food. Since she could cook better than any man, on the ship - even if she learned a few months ago how. Getting notes daily saying, she would be waited, down in the cargo-hold between the flours, after night fell - each and every night with a new guy. She did as requested - her mood having become rather docile, after months of being a simple fuck-body for a dozen sailors out at sea.