This Neververse is Mysterious...

Deep, somewhere on an unknown,unnamed island of the Neververse...

His wild beattle plows through a vast shadowy jungle and Julia moans.

His strange unearthy hand strokes her curvy nude hardbod as she lays bound on the mane of his beattle. Julia feels like she's been captured by some ancient tribe of long ago which never saw the light of any advance civilitzation...his frequent us of his magic keeps under his control and her long gleaming redhair glows under slow rising dawn.
  Julia had her reasons to sleep for several times. Her journey with her mysterious,mutant witchdoctor has been somewhat horrific but they never harm her. She got use to his hand stroking her bareback and his fingers running through her long gleaming redhair. Julia didn't think about the future nor ways to escape the tribe. Her brown eyes remain affix on the surreal wild jungle which she has quickly adapted too.
As dawn crests in the west,she welcomes the cool rays on her skin and she sniffs the air,a she knows a stweet tropical storm is coming ashore. As she gazes around the wild,surreal jungle, she knows the jungle is vast but there is long existinct volcano here. Perhaps a thousand kilometers here.
 She suspected that life did exist here but none like this tribe.
 "Where are we going?" Julia begs. "Do you have a name. You know something about me."
  She feels his slim hand squeeze her bare curvy ass and she moans aloud OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH..OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. She hears her moan echo in the jungle which is so weird to her. After his claw hand pierces her bare flesh,Julia feels overwhelm with sleep. The last thing she feels is a magic electrical charge up and down her spine.

Hours later....
 Julia stirs awake. She's bound to a pole amidst some wild looking ruins. She isn't sure if the're buildings or temples but everything about the ruins confuse and bewilder her. She wonders if this island has name but thus far she hasn't heard of a name.Which makes the isle mysterious and appealing to her at the sametime. Yet amidst the ruins the tribe,whatever they are, have constructed huts of stone amidst the vague ruins.
 Julia had been captured for a reason. Her rain soaked hardbod and long soaken wet hair sends of some sensual vibes. Now she could see the exstinct volcano much clearer, the clouds take on a surreal dragon shape...and the clouds feel alive.
  "This Neververse is mysterious..." Julia mumbles to herself.