A soft sound of surprised escaped her lips when he smacked her generously rounded backside. Her hips bucked sharply and heat began to appear in her gray eyes. All day she’d been teasing him and him her, since they met in his throne room and she removed her dress without even the slightest hint of nervousness. Then the touches, the intimacy of the branding, her own heated touches as she applied the markings she needed to apply to both of them. Now, it was time to consummate this arrangement and she was quite the willing and eager participant.<br/><br/>Teasingly she rolled her hips against him grinding her slick channel against his thick cock. Every brush against her clit had her biting her lip or gasping softly. As he could feel her heat, she could feel him throbbing against her. Eager, hot, hard having suffered just as much if not more than she had throughout the day. With the runes glimmering on her body she could already feel the gentle hum of power beginning to pass between them.<br/><br/>“Of course Warlord.” She all but purred as she reluctantly rolled off him and onto her back. Above her the mirror glimmered reflecting back the sorceress with her wild red hair and pale skin. So different from the darkened skin of the mountain folk.  Gwen’s cheeks were flushed and her breathing uneven with arousal, she was more than ready for their first power exchange. This was the first step as long as everything went according to plan they would be able to accomplish everything they set out to do. She would be able to destroy the king that banished her and he would get his kingdom back.