After the events that had occurred today, the branding, the spell casting, Gwen was feeling a bit more complacent than she normally did. Then again there was something so utterly dominant about Darius like this, it made her actually want to obey him. A new sensation to be certain as she was usually the one who had to take control of all her sexual encounters otherwise men would get the wrong idea. Then there was the fact she wanted this arrangement to work out, the best thing to do was to go with the proverbial flow.<br/><br/>Her darkened gray eyes did not stop looking at him as he placed a kiss to the arch of her foot, though she did laugh softly. The laughter of course quickly turned to moans as his lips found her soaked center and began to tease her. Small sparks of pleasure and lust danced up and down her spine and the first genuine sound of pleasure escaped when teeth found her inner thigh. Being owned so completely….was a pleasant feeling to be certain. By now her nipples were tight and her eyes dilated with arousal. Even her breathing grew uneven, proving the prime and proper sorceress was a woman like any other once the silks were removed.<br/><br/>“Eager as I am I see.” She murmured when she felt the head of his cock press against her entrance. The moment the head slipped in a soft sigh escaped her lips and slick inner walls trembled adjusting to the girth. Inch by inch he slid deeper into her channel and her eyes never left the mirror watching inch after inch disappear. It was more erotic than actually feeling it. “W…warlord.” She moaned out hips jerking when he hit the sensitive back wall.<br/><br/>Gwen felt so full, his energy already beginning to affect her. The runes on her skin began to glow brightly, like brands accepting everything he offered like a greedy child. When she could finally take no more she experimentally rolled her his moaning as he brushed every sensitive part of her at once. “Spirits.” She gasped out her eyes wide and her breathing uneven…it felt incredible.