Skullface on a Roll

Deep in the Ownverse...
As Crimson lays under his large firm hand,she could only imagine what this Skullface has planned for her. She gazes wide blue eye still at the alien havens with its beautiful glowing moons; now that she consented with him,she feels she's surrender to him. Her ginger hair glows under the varied phases of the moons which orbit the Ownverse. His warm fingers keep her calm and quiet. She feels his fingers gently squeeze her flesh and she moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH aloud. She wakes up more alert as she lets the wind blow her glowing ginger hair. As she lays helpless on his dragonfly it's clear this creature isn't going to let go of her for a while.
"Where are we going?" She pleas.
Again Skullface doesn't answer her question. He continues to guide his steed forward as she rests like his capture slave. Seconds later Skullface states "Be patience my ginger."
 Crimson doesn't reply as her muscles remain tense. The fear of the unknown especially in this alien world has her on her toes. She feels Skullface's powerful hand roll her closer to his saddle. His grip upon her is firm. All Crimson can do is watch the sky.

A few hours later...
With her wrists tied behind her bareback, Crimson marches erect as she stares forward along another undiscovered path. Skullface remains close to her so can't run nor escape him. She glances around the erotic jungle as she hears blood chilling crys. As she strolls forward she feels Skullface's skeletal hand stroke her long red glowing hair. She remains quiet as she walks forward. She's his property and can do with her what he wants. At least consent has kept her alive. Still she only imagines what lays at the end of the trail. She walks a few more kilometers and she sees black surreal keep in the distance. She's drawn to it and Skullface follows behind her with his spear staff at her bare curvy back. Crimson could imagine what will happen in Skullface's keep.

Inside his keep...
Skullface gathers Crimson over his shoulder and disappears from a vast throne den. Crimson could only imagine where she's being taken too. She pleas with Skullface where she's taking too but he's mum as to where. He enters what appears to vast bed room and places Crimson on her barefeet near a primitive pole. Her wrists and ankles are retied tightly to the pole. She bows her head in the present of Skullface. Now tied she's his for now and she'll learn soon what he will do with his ginger own goddess...