Vodor on the Charge

Deep in the erotic Ownverse jungle...
Vodor,the god beastman, stops his white cheetah horse at a small clearing off his path. He effortsly gathers Crimson in his arms and marches toward the clearing. He places on her ground but she doesn't try flee to him. "Can't let you runaway," he declares.
"I wasn't planning too," she says. She lays on her chest on the smooth wet grass; she moans softly as her ankles are first tied and then her wrists behind her back. She gapes as he gathers in  his arms and over his shoulder. Being bound she feels truly owned for some reason.Crimson hardly struggles as he returns her on the cheetah horse mane. She looks around as his hand anchors her firm bare ass.He feels her muscles tense of her hardbod. She remains gazing at the beautiful jungle as she feels Vodor's cheetah horse start to gallup.Her orange redhair whips under the wind as she gazes blankly at the jungle terrain; in the open shafts of jungle she stares as the moons cycle phases closes.
"I'm truly owned," Crimson murmurs softly. "No matter if I try to flee someone in this jungle claims me either by cash or abduction."
 She feels Vodor stroke her bareback. His hand like to feel her skin and perfect curves. As Crimson moans and struggles she trys to get a grasp where Vodor is going. She feels more like a maiden seized by Zeus and is taken to Olympia to serve him but Vodor is no Greek god and the Ownverse isn't no Olympus.
 The cheetah horse steers off the path and head down into an open valley. Crimson gazes as she trys to determine where her god owner is taking her but its hard to tell.She tenses as his large hand maintains his grip upon her. He squeezes her again...OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she moans. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
Crimson feels his cheetah horse stop and he gallups toward a direction of dead stone ruins near some foothills and mounds. She sees one the large moons on the horizon line. His cheetah horse slows and he kisses her on her cheek. He disappears with her into one the surreal mounds.
A moment later the ginger own goddess rests over his shoulder as he enters a private chamber. "What is this place," she blurts.
 Vodor doesn't answer but lays her on her back on some large pillows. Vodor cuts her bonds and he overwhelms her quickly. Crimson succumbs to his kisses and touches; she closes her eyes and murmurs "I consent with you Vodor I am yours."
Crimson knows once she consents she can be controlled.