Deep,deep in the unknown Neververse jungle...
A mystterious glowing fog settles in.
Nena,resting over the Warlock's shoulder,opens her eyes. The glowing fog has settle in around them and she feels the Warlock hover closer to his lair. The evening is quiet as she stares down at the surreal landbridge below her. She feels his many fingers keep her lock in a vice like grip as she feels a pair of heavy bolas weigh down her ankles.
OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she moans inaudibly.
Nena still yearns for the erotic jungle and ruins of Neververse. But not on this night.
She lost track of time since the Warlock seized her in the jungle days ago it seems. Yet to her it feels like months.
Nena feels frequent surge of magic surge through her nude glistening hardbod. His power reminds her she's meek against him.
"Why do you want me?" She pleas softly.
The Warlock doesn't answer but she feels an imposing stone structure coming near. She feels other eyes staring at her. Nena knows that the strange glowing fog has kept her hidden. She knows no one who desires her will not find her.
She now belongs to the Warlock and no one else.
His lair a few minutes later....
Nena stood silently as she feels the Warlock maintain his control of her. With his hand now on her shoulder he marches her out of barren stone ante room and down a corridor that appears out of no where. She feels the strong clutch of his fingers as they keep in her place. With her wrists still bound behind her back,she drops her head as a sign of surrender and submission to hm. The surreal torches light the strange hallway. She feels like she's in Prospero's keep from the Masque of Red Death.
"Do with me what you wish Warlock," Nena concedes.
"Good little Nena." The Warlock says with a triumph in his voice. "You humans always a weak spot."
"I do my master."
As the Warlock marches his lovely captive,she feels small in his vast lair.
She wonders if she's been captured by monster. Yet the Warlock hasn't revealed why he wants her.
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