In the skys of the erotic Ownverse far from the mainland erotic jungle. Over the infinite exotic ocean of the Ownverse...mdday.
His gossamer wing dragon stays on its course. A subdue bound Chloe relaxes her muscles under Vlad's hand. She now belongs to him for there's no point to show fear of him. His final conquering kiss is fresh on her lips and the wind whips her glowing long redhair and her nude perfect supple bod glows under the growing clouds of a storm heading toward the mainland. The tropical misty nector rain,the bizarre changing color lightening makes it's impossible for her determine where they're headed.
Chloe,the exotic ginger Own Goddess is now a conquered subject. That's the power of consent of this world. Consent is like a sex contract in written in stone by the ancient gods and a law she's never broken. Yet the same mystic law keeps her alive in this often dangerous,unpredictable jungle universe.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she moans as Vlad strokes her with a certain satisfaction. Her blue eye remain affix on the unknown ocean with its garguan red crest waves rolling in the ocean below and a large serpent fish jumps hrough the waves. She feels his fingers squeeze softly again.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,She echos.
Vlad ascends his dragon higher as sunlight breaks the darken clouds. His exotic ginger glows under the sunlight as she remains anchor under his hand. He kisses Chloe on her cheek and she drifts back to sleep as her fingers grip his bola balls which is wrapped around her wrists. Vlad feels her once tense supple bod relax further. For his kiss has put her to sleep.
Hours later...
Now on her barefeet,Chloe marches under his guard through unfamiliar erotic bizarre jungle. Vlad with his mask is like the mysterious Phantom of the Opera and she's his now his conquered fail. She feels his hand stroke her long redhair as remain close to her owner/captor. The familiar mainland jungle feels far and away. She hears the sound of the ocean ripple through the erotic jungle as she glances at surreal carnivore snails. Vlad makes her feel small as his hand lands her shoulder. He keeps her close to him delibertly. The jungle has a lonely,isolated feel about it. Whoever else is on this island will now know she's here.
"Where is your lair?" She asks.
Vlad doesn't answer as he marches his exotic redhead on the path. Chloe knows her fate is in his hand.
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