Encouragingly.

Orus' sudden enrapture of the Witch was met with appreciative moans as she apparently made no effort to resist. In fact, she moved into him, raising her bare hips to his hands as he took hold of them. His spelled sex was still spurred forth by her magic, and his body felt no less eager to indulge it after his first frenzy of instinctive intercourse.

His will was unable to quell the fire, no matter how prurient he knew the deed to be. His body would have to sate itself the only way it could. With an animalistic grunt, Orus thrust forward to penetrate the Witch's waiting quim.

Their rutting rocked the large bed she was bent over in a hectic rhythm. As he fucked the woman from behind, he noticed Gwyneviere stirring in her sheets, her hands roaming her naked, slick skin as it appeared her lust reawakened with her. What sense he held onto told him to try and make sure she had the chance to escape while he kept the Witch distracted. That is, if Gwyneviere had the sense to take the chance.