Somewhere in the erotic jungles of Ownverse.
The moon phases are now in play which means time to sell the redhead.
With her writs tied behind her back,Crimson marches between two goblins as march her toward her new owner. She tried to coax it out of them but they didn't give her clue and the Goblin King had been cryptic. At least the goblins follow the rules of the Own Goddess ethos. Now to armed sentinals march the alluring redhead through some vast sutteal ruin,while the skys above turn violent with a comng storm.
The goblins didn't harm her at all. Though out of lust some wantd Crimson for themselves the rules layed down by the ancients forbid it. Crimson feels the wet under her barefeet and the coming storm keeps her mind off whats to come. Then the rain falls and she welcomes it. For the nector rain keeps her mind occupied and her fear less. She finds it a strange mix. Yet again the Ownverse is unpredictable and predicting what's to come she dimiss long ago.
At the end of the footpath,in front a huge crumbled bust, she sees a cloak figure. The face is hidden in the darkness. More mysterious...
"Ah you have the redhead babe," The cloak figure says, "the king has lived up beyond my expectations."
Crimson stands as she watches a single gold bar is given to the leader. She joins the mysterious figure without hesitation.
"Who are you?" Crimson asks.
He doesn't answer and she feels a handclaw stroke her long glowing redhair. Her blue sweeps the ruins for any clues where she could be taken too by the mysterious figure. But she couldn't find any except his huge lizard.
The figure climbs on it first and he lifts Crimson upward and rests her on her chests. She didn't resist as she feels his hand claw on her bare ass hardbod. Yet something didn't feel right and she couldn't put finger on it; she feels the rain patter her body and she sticks her tongue out for the nector has magical properties.
The mysterious figure grips her firmly as he guides his steed out of the ruins.
Crimson can't help sense she's been sold to another goblin. A feeling she can't shake.
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