His sword

In his moment of clarity Orus grabbed up his trusty sword, gripping it tight in his sweaty fist. Before the Witch had time to focus, he took hold of her torn dress where it was still wrapped around her waist, hoisting her up off the bed by the bunched black fabric. Her head came free from Gwyneviere's legs with a gasp more of surprise this time, and as the Knight hugged her body to him, cock still buried deep inside her, he brandished his blade a finger's-breadth from her panting throat.

With a growl that mingled his determination with his desire, he looked down at Gwyneviere where she lay spread out on the soiled sheets. “Run, girl!” he commanded. Her breathless comedown was shot through with panic as she spied the sword in his hand, and how he held it. He had to bet on her own lust breaking as his did.

The Witch twisted in his grasp, and he let her neck feel he edge of his blade. “Wait,” the woman whined almost sultrily, chin dripping with sexual fluid. Fortunately for the side of sense, Gwyneviere seemed able to heed his command, and she dragged herself from the bed ungracefully to lurch for the door out of the heady bedroom.

“No! Sir Knight, you'll pay if you let her escape,” moaned the Witch, a languorous lilt to her attempts at struggling free. She panted in his arms, and the tension in her body was apparent down to the hot, slick envelopment of her quim as the glut of their mingled mess oozed down his crotch between their bodies.

Orus did not relent, making sure of Gwyneviere's flight out of the corner of his eye. “On the contrary—I'm paid to accomplish it,” he growled in the woman's ear.

“You fool...” A defeated sigh deflated her fight for freedom, and the Witch was left leaning on him and his softening shaft. “She was my... best chance at a child...”

He frowned behind her tangled hair. “I've planted seed in both her and you now. You made sure of that with your... magic.”

He saw a scornful glint in the edge of her eye as it turned up toward him. “I have no chance on my own, bastard. At least she was fertile... But now... I see little option but to use you for whatever you're still worth.”

She inhaled a deep breath in his arms, and with a snap of her fingers suddenly the Knight's sword was blasted to bits in his hand, stunning him in that instant. Miraculously the shrapnel flew only outward, but although his flesh felt free from injury, his mind took quite the shock, eyes rolling back in his head as he stood reeling, blinking back stars.

When his senses returned, Orus felt something was decidedly different from a moment ago. He had been holding the Witch, inside of her even, but now...