Gwen climbed atop him straddling his upper thighs close enough to his hardening length he could feel the heat radiating from her body. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep Warlord.” She told him as the bottles tipped themselves over her fingers. Almost right away she began to sketch marks over his torso. One above his heart, his upper abdomen, lower and one on either thigh. “Runes for vitality, the exchange of power.” She recited. “Connection…..equality.” she touched each one before going back over them in sage oil. The bottles drifted away setting themselves on the side table.<br/><br/>“We’re ready now my lord.” She told him as the runes began to shimmer on his torso. Her gray eyes were glowing faintly and her the runes on her body became even more solid standing out drawings on a piece of parchment. “With these runes I promise to you and exchange of equal power. I will give to you what you give to me, the combined energy will be used to return your people to their rightful place. No subterfuge, no betrayal, my magic cannot be used against you in malice, nor can yours be used against me. We are connected for so long as the contract holds.” The runes vanished and a smirk appeared on her lips.<br/><br/>Bending low with one hand stroking his cock she kissed him whispering against his mouth. “Fuck me warlord, the contract has been signed.” She could feel the terms lock onto her the moment she uttered the sentence and it would bind them until he no longer had use for her. Gwen was his for now just as the brand said, his to please, to punish, to claim. The sorceress could not harm him without her own magic lashing out against her, nor could he use his newly found power against her. Time would tell if the agreement paid off for both of them.