The answer came to him as readily as he'd hoped, Orval's face losing its edge as he released her wrists and moved both hands to grab her face on either side. The rutting didn't slow, but he knew exactly how to play her mind. He'd just need to make subtle tweaks. She fell in love with him during her breeding... and that she was willing to accept the risks. He had all the time in the world as their his smacked, trying to tweak it nice and slowly while grunting under his breath. Her cunt was being reworked without any need for magic, something not lost on him as he spoke.
"Princess, you're doing good... this breeding is exactly what your body needed! A nice and proper Vestorian fucking! When you get back home, you're going to remember this as a love child... and until you see me again, you won't be able to remember anything but pleasure... if your father begins to question you, simply return here to this brothel and ask Estelle to guide you - ugh! - to me!"
Alenda could feel his cock pierce her flooded womb once more, the water now at their knees as he dragged her back and into his lap. It'd make her plop down to his knot once more, keeping her held as he grinded the knot in circles. Just keep her split as he gave instructions and worked her mind... after all, it was far from a very skilled field of magic in his book...