Phantom's Ginger

Deep in the erotic Ownverse somewhere....
Bloodface is on a roll.
With his firm hand on Crimson she remains anchored close to him and she remains his. The young ginger trys to grasp where she is in the vast infinite Ownverse jungle but she figures they could be anywhere. Still she can't figure how Bloodface found about her as she rests calmly on his black cheetah horse. He slows his cheetah horse down and caresses her cheek with his lips. Crimsons murmurs "More."
 She feels his steed pick up its pace for her long orange redhair swirls in the wind and the terrain spins pyschodelically. She feels his bolas on her wrists and ankles tug on her slightly as she tenses and moves her bare hardbod. Bloodface applies his glove hand and holds onto her tighter as her blue eyes remain affix on the erotic jungle. He's taller and stronger than she is. She feels like a captive Barbie doll under his grasp. She rests close to his saddle for sometimes the own goddess is treated like a mate.
"Mon where are you taking me?" She demands.
"You'll find out my ginger from the stars."
Crimson is often surprise they she know she's from earth. She knows she's becoming apart this bizarre erotic world for her earthen memories are fading. All she now recalls is being first sold off by the druid priest who tricked her. Unlike earth where she would be exhausted by her sexual prowess,her prowess her is stronger and she could go on longer.It's as if the atomosphere here change her in someway but she can't put her finger on it. Since the druid reincarnation of their Own Goddess she hasn't inherited no new memories.
Bloodface gently squeezes the ginger.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she moans as his black cheetah horse continues down the unexplored path. She shuts her eyes when he steers his cheetah horse off into a cool shadowy foliage. They find themselves among some ancient ruins again and one structure remains intack a few meters from them. He rides up the steps of the structure. Crimson murmurs "What is this place?"
"Consent Palace of Old." Bloodface states as his  horse enters in the vast stone structure. Crimson trys to read the ancient etchings on the walls but the language escapes her.
  Moments later..
  She's now bound to a pole surrounded by various roses and Fiona. Her nude hardbod bends erect as if some force is controlling her. Bloodface made sure his Crimson couldn't flee. Crimson took being bound either for transport or sexual satisfaction as symbolism of control. She got a good look at Blooface but still she couldn't figure if he's human or hybrid; she finds herself fanscinated and anomoured by him. She stares out at the arch entrance and watches the sunset; above she feels the coolness of a rising moon in the heavens.
 Soon she and Bloodface would consmerate. Soon.