An Ancient Place

Somewhere in the erotic Ownverse...several hours later.
 A strong storm whips the surreal jungle. The lightening is blinding and Crimson feels her legs ache but she continues under Din's watch. As the storm grows worst,Din makes a strong descison.He orders Crimson:"STOP!"
She does so. Din grabs the ginger goddess by her arm and forces her off trail under a dry canopy of huge flora. Crimson remains standing as Din whips out strange looking cloth bag. She gapes when Din slides the bag over her and she feels hands bound her ankles. The magic cloth bag forms itself comfortable over Crimson. She can breath and the strange magic bag doesn't feel so tight on her as she thought. She feels the stone weights on her ankles as she struggles; she feels Din's powerful fingers lift her upward and next thing she's back over his shoulder. She feels the firmness of his hand as Din steps back into storm.
 As Din navigates the trail and rain,Crimson feels dry. She no longer struggles against Din's strength but relaxes under his firm hand. Still she sees the blinding lightening and hears the sonic sound thunder. She could only guiess where they're going. She smells sweet aromas within the magic bag she becomes drowsy and drifts asleep for long time.
Several hours later....
Din has acquired a Cheetah horse.
Crimson stirs awake,no longer in the magic bag but she's still bound. She lays on her chest very close to his saddle. She feels his hand keeping her anchored and once again the world spins in surreal slow motion. "Where are we going?" She asks as she gazes at the surreal plain. The wind whips her long ginger red hair as she feels Din's grip keeping her anchored.
Din answers, "Someplace where no can't find us."
"Something always find me," Crimson reacts. "Or you will sell me under the next moon."
 Din turns his cheetah horse toward a small mountain range and a cavern opening with two bust guards appear draws closer. Our love nest? Crimson thinks as she stares at the gaping cavern drawing closer. His steed stops in the wet smooth cavern.
 Again Crimson rests over Din's immense powerful shoulder. She moans softly as he ventures toward a strange two pole dias. Din plays it smart he keeps her ankles bound and cuts her wrists bound,dizzyness sets in as Crimson closes her eyes. She feels her hands being slid into a metal loops;she open her eyes and gazes around surrealness of the caveren. She mumbles "Where are we?"
"An ancient place my ginger. An Ancient place."