Nena the Conquored

Somewhere amidst the dead jungle of the Neververse...a few hours later.

A beautiful supermoon ecompises the heavens and the erotic jungle.
Nena has no sense time. She feels her mental clock has been know out of its sychronicity. She knows its night still but for time it's hard now to guess Something else doesn't feel right as she stands buxem nude amidst the huge tulips. The last thing she recalls is having sex with Skeltor. Beside from being exhausted she feels as if her own lifeforce has been partially drained.
Her will to fight Skeltor has been zapped. \
Skeltor,whatever wizard or magician he is, she feels him standing over small 5ft nude hardbod. She feels his his skeletal hands wrap chains around her wrists. She bows her head as sign she's surrendered to him. She feels his hand stroke her shoulder length red hair as if she's a rare diamond he's found in the jungle.
Nena hears quiet chirping sounds around her. She finds no point in escaping an entity more powerful than her.Yet sometime during thier intercourse he cleverly drained some of her lifeforce. Her mind still swims bewildered; Skeltor's voice disrupts her spinning thoughts: "March my beauty."
  Nena doesn't question him, she marches erect under the cool rays of a gleaming supermoon. She glances up at the strange heavens above and the beauty of the alien night gets her mind off her dark ply.
She sees his huge bat which lookslike a mythical wing dragon under the rays of the supermoon. She knows thier journey isn't over. Nena shivers at the strange shadows with glowing eyes in amidst the dead jungle around her. Skeltor gently prods her and Nena marches toward his hideous bat steed with dragonlike head. She stops.
 Skeltor climbs on his bat and then lifts his buxem beauty up and rests her on her chest very close to him. She feels his skeletal hand anchor her in place and he kisses her cheek. Nena stares blankly ahead as she feels the wings lift them upward out of the dead jungle. She feels the wind her hair as his bat gains attitude.
 His chains feel heavy against her wrists.As she feels his skeletal fingers pierce her bare flesh,she feels conquered. She gazes blankly at the beautiful jungle and lakes below of the vast Neververse; she feels the pull of the supermoon as well. "Where are going?" She blurts meekly.
"My fortress my beauty." She feels a certain zealot obsessiveness over her. She feels hand gtown encompise her flesh. She tenses out of fear than anything else.
The beauty of the alien heavens occupy her mind for now. Yet his skeletal fingers remind she's property of Skeltor for now...whatever lays ahead she has no choice but to accept it.