Deep in the erotic Neververse somewhere...
A soft squeal echos through the jungle.
A repitilan shadow clutches his rare redhead booty as she lays naked and bound on his steed taking her sumeplace. Julia squirms under the firm hand claw of the mysterious reptile. She's gazes flabbergasted how these mysterious creatures had found her. Just his pendant alone speaks fear to her. She moans softly as she feels his his talon stroke her long redhair which makes her glisten like a rare jungle jewel. Just his hand claw alone makes feel an overwhelming sense of helpleness.
She feels like a captured russian viking slave whose the fav of the clan. Julia doesn't why she feels this way but she feels the Neververse has ways of playing with her. Her naiveness of jungle wold alone and her real fears of either Veltor or Sheltor reclaming her is the least of her worries.
She feels the wind whip her long hair as the talon hand remains on her bare ass like vice. She feels the dread of some primitive jungle cult that wants her. A dread she feels since her capture a week ago it seems. She tenses her muscles frequently as reaction to her fear and it seems the mysterious reptile wants her afraid.
This time she knows there isn't any escape. The dread lays at the end of the path and she feels it drift closer with every passing minute. Julia feels the steed gallup faster,,,already she sees ancient stucture form along the path...
Minutes later...
Early evening shadows hid their faces. Julia is hustled forward to another group of cloak figures each bearing the same pendant but there's glow. She can read the heiroglyphics. She feels the cloak figures toking poession of her. With wristrs sill bound at least if fees good to feel ground under her barefeet.
"Girl will do. She's perfect." The leader intones.
"I'm Julia of Earth," She mumbles in responsse.
She feels some hands grab her arms. Julia doesn't say anything further as she's hustle with the mask strangers to an unknown fate within the large stone temple....
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