Shadow of the Ghoul

Deep in the erotic Neververse heavens...
The storm clouds hid them.

The mysterious ghoul with glowing eyes keeps the exotic buxem hardbod Nena in her place close to his saddle on his large bird as it dodges the lightening. She feels his huge claw hands upon her bare ass and she feels his clawlike talon squeeze her...she moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH which fills the Neververse heavens. Nena feels heavy bolas weighting down her ankles as she struggles under her captor's grasp. She feels the wind and rain splash her face. She feels his talon claws agains OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she moans aloud. Nena clutches her bolas firmly as her nude body tenses. She can't believe how she'd been captured by so easily for she thought she'd been safe.
Yet the unseen gods of the Neververse flip the script on her. That simple.
 "You belong to me my sweet," The mysterious ghoul declares.
"No one owns me," Nena declares in protests. Yet her words don't mean anything to the ghoul. She feels his claw stroke her bare wet back. His lips on her cheeks and Nena trys to ignore him but it doesn't help.
She feels his large bird drop out of the clouds. Through a clearing glowing mist she sees jungle separated by a lake and then erotic jungle again. Nena has as sense she's at edge of the world. Yet she has no idea where she is nor where the ghoul flyer has taken her.
 "Where are we?" Nena declares.
 She doesn't get an answer. She only feels his bird circle and land near the lake. The ghoul doesn't take chances with her. He throws a bound Nena over his shoulder. She feels his claws clasp her bare bronze thighs. She squirms madly in response.
Again she hears shadowy roars of monsters unseen in the jungle. They sound large and foreboding.
Nena gasps when a land bridge emerges out of the water...across the lake she swears she sees a structure but she isn't sure or is it a mirage.
   The greedy ghould places Nena on her feet and she feels her bolas being ripped off her ankles.
"March my lovely," the ghoul orders. "Or you'll face death."
 Nena isn't given a choice so she complys. The ghoul,whoever he is, is taller and more muscle than she is. Nena glances back as she's aggressively pushed forward. She doesn't say anything as she feels wet stone under her barefeet as she marches toward something in the fading mist...
 "March my lovely," the ghoul says with a delight.
  Nena grips her bolas firmly as strolls under the shadow of the ghoul toward the fading mist. She can only guess her fate...