[Another moan, more breath than soun now, as if his voice had slipped from his reach in that moment in the favor of remembering how to breathe. His eyes were still staring off at that otherwise unremarkable point as if seeing straight through the spell, lost in pleasure and utterly debauched but also issuing the challenge, gauntlet thrown: I am not yours anymore. I will never be yours again.

Because he did belong to someone else now, and at those words, good as a command, Bren keened another whimper in agreement.]

I am yours, Essek Thelyss. Your bitch, your whore, your hole, your lover, your mate... everything you want me to be, my heart and body and soul belong to you. Yours and no one else's.