Monday, April 16, 2018

Myserous Gorc

Somewhere in the erotic jungles of the Ownverse,,,
The moons shifts into their eclipse phases and the strange mansects as Crimson calls them know what to do with her.
Crimson,bound ro an ancient pole,in a some ancient hivelike mound,feels the moons rays upon her. She feels her nude hardbod  pulse and glow. Her long redhair glows as well. All she knows her DNA has been radically altered since she fell in this world long ago. Yet she's immortal as well which keeps her young...many parts of the Ownverse are still strange her. Though she ecaped the White Goblin, she knows the goblins can reclaim her anytime or anyplace. The same with Din and Skullface. Those who once owned her can reclaim her back whenever they want. Sometimes she wonders if she made a deal with the devil.
  Crimson looks up at the moons and glances at the strange mansects who poessess her. She endure thier kisses and touches but they didn't consent which she found odd. The leader had plans for her and Crimson believes that plan is to sell her. Thier telepathic thoughts filled her mind of a creature called a Gorc: a hideous combo of Ghoul and Orc. She's fearful and courious of the Gorc at the sametime. She looks around.
The strange mansect startle her and one cuts her loose from the pole. A silk bag drops over her and she doesn't move as she feels one of the mansects binds her ankles. She struggles in the bag as one of the mansects touts her over his shoulder. Crimson struggles in the bag as she feels herself being lay on the mane of an unknown insect steed' a slit in the bag is cut and she feels her wrists being loosely bond behind her back. She feels the insect gallup out of the hive mound back into the jungle. She smells the various aromas of the erotic jungle which she belongs and shudders at the blood chilling crys in the jungle.
I'm being taken to the Girc,she thinks. She doesn't squirm or tense for the bag has strange magical properties. Since she can't see the jungle she can only sense and hear what's around her. She feels rain hitting her yet the bag keeps her dry. She feels handclaw keeping her in her place. She feels the insect steed makes twists and turns along a wild trail. She can only guess where she is.
 Crimson feels his insect come to a stop and the handclaw cuts the bag open; she feels the rain patter on her. The mansect places Crimson on her barefeet and she marches under his staff through some strange ruins toward a group of arrange broken monoliths where a dark figure stands.
 "Ah the lovely goddess," his voice booms.
The Gorc approaches as Crimson stands with the mansect. Her beauty stands out under the flashing lighting. A bar of jeweles is handed over for her. The mansect,satisified with the transaction,pushes Crimson to the Gorc. She doesn't utter  word as she march unders his staff toward his hideous looking bat.
 In the storm the mansect disappears and Crimson crawls onto the mane of his horned ear bat. She feels the Gorc's powerful hand press her bare ass down. She squirms and tenses her hardbody as she feels his bat rise into the violent heavens. She licks the nector rain as it falls.
 She can only imagine why the Gorc wants her. Only that she's a goddess.

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