A soft hum answered his deep moan - her approval, her pleasure, whatever he wanted to take it for. Nina's hand slowed but did not stop until she was certain Geralt was spent.

She broke the kiss just to breathe and nuzzled her nose lightly against his. For a moment she stayed where she was, enjoying the way he felt beneath her. But eventually she slid off to the side, back into the nest of blankets and furs.

And, a little curious, she licked a just a little taste of him off her fingers. Different, but not unpleasant. She could certainly live with that.