Offworld Gargoyale,Helpless Chloe

Jungles of an unknown world in orbit around the Ownverse..

His larger slim fingers grasp Chloe,the Own Goddess, as she now lay on her chest again on his ant horse somewhere in the strange jungles of the unknown world of the Ownverse. Chloe,fully awake, has made out her strange new alien owner. A gargoyale. He's larger than those on the Ownverse,she observes. She could his slim long fingers dig into her flesh as she squirm. She lay close to his saddle like a protected ruby jewel,she is. Her long orange red hair glows as does her curvy perfect bod,she feels youthful as she always felt in this universe. Here in this undiscovered universe she's immortal and age doesn't matter. Her co-ed youthfulness flows through her,where on earth age would limit her.Being immortal scared her at first but as she adapted to the Ownverse overtime.
She feels his large slim fingers squeeze her flesh gently and she moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Which echos through the known universe around her.
 The masked gargoyale countinues his quest with her. Chloe doesn't say anything. As she lays she feels his one powerful hand stroke her her bareback and she feels his power radiate through her. Her owners would frequently stroke and go as far as kiss her back. She didn't resist or struggle,her demureness would frequently set in.
 "This is a unverse without end," Chloe murmurs As she smells a sweet perfume leaves from the jungle trees. She knows the gargoyale must have speacial place to consumate with her. Being the only human in this strange universe she's adapted to as well. She sense the Ownverse is a powerful sensual universe and she feels its control from time to time.
 The ant horse continues on its strange journey through the varied terrain Here to her surprise she does sense some sense time. Time here feels like day but it appears like dusk since it's late afternoon and this univserse doesn't really have  a clock. Yet it does have a physical notion of time unlike the larger Ownverse where there isn't no time at all.
 She calls this new orbiting world Offworld for the timebeing. Still she feels the gravity pull of the Ownverse tugging at her still.
 Hours later..
 With her wrists freshly bound behind her back,the Mask Gargoyale marches her toward a fresh destination; she feels the cool jungle grass under her barefeet as her owner marches her through the jungle. When Chloe stops that's when feels his fingers twirl her hair...