The Hand of Her Master

 Somewhere in the erotic Neververse. A few weeks later...

Veltor called Julia his Redhead Paramour.

The young long redhair hardbody rests under his hand on the mane of his stark red/black raven. For Julia knows that Veltor's power is unbound. She squirms under his huge fingers as they squeeze her bare flesh. As she stares downward, the desert is a blur and the blur changes to the beautiful jungle. She could only guess where Veltor is taking her. She feels his fingers squeeze her gently again. 

"Moan my sweet," Veltor intones. 

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Julia echos as she squirms restlessly. Her bonds are tight around her wrists and ankles. She knows she could never escape one as powerful as Veltor. He makes her feel small and helpless. 

"Whare you taking me,comrade," She murmurs in her seductive voice as her brown gaze blankly at the jungle below with its hidious creatures. 

"You'll find out my Julia of Earth," Veltor declares. 

She continues to squirm and tense under the fingers of Veltor. She feels his fingers tighten over her and his magic shoots up her spine. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH she moans again and the heavens hear her. Then Julia passes out. 

Veltor smiles. He knows her restistance has been futile. Julia falls asleep under the hand of her master.

A few hours latter...

With Julia over her shoulder,Veltor moves through the jungle with his nude hardbod Julia with the alluring long redhair. She stirs awake suddenly and finds herself over his shoulder for she the coolness of moonbeams. She doesn't know where she is. Much less where they're going. All she knows she's property of Veltor. 

"LET ME GO," she squeals. But her squeals for freedom go unheard. "Let me go." 

Dead Jungle of the Cyclops

 Somewhere in the erotic Neververse a few hours later...

Dusk rolls in. The sunsets. 

Nena could his steed descend quickly and land gently somewhere amidst what appears to be a strange looking jungle devoid of life. Devoid of sound. Aas his dragons lands with a soft WUMP! she feels the Cyclop's fingers grip her bare ass. She gazes around her new surroundings. Thier oddly strange for it doesn't resemble jungle but more like a bone graveyard. 

"Where ate we." She moans softly. 

Her Master Cyclops doesn't respond as he leaps off. Seconds later she feels his powerful fingers grab her and toss her bound bronze hardbod over his shoulder. She feels his fingers grip her again as he proudly totes her as his recent catch. The Cyclops grip tighten over her bare flesh as Nena gazes around the surreal bone jungle. Bones of various sizes are seen; the larger and more anchient ones rise upward into the heavens and are covered which shields them from prying eyes if thier are any. Fear of the unknown grips her and fascinates her at the sametime. The enignatic cyclops feels her body move and squirm under his fingers and her firm soft flesh excites her. She knows this cyclops is powerful and she has no desire to satisfy him. Anything to escape from him if she can. 

Right now escape is out of the question. 

She feels the dusk morph into the night as the cyclops marches forward and her moans go unanswered. She feels this cyclops for a taste of her flesh again. Whatever it is he has in this dead jungle she'll know the answer soon enough...

Hours later...

With her wrists bound behind her back,Nena marches under the tutelage of her captor. She frequently feels his fingers stroke her red glowing hair. "What a lovely human you are Nena of Earth." The Cyclops proclaims 

"Guys on earth told me back on earth." She responds casually. "Some I slept with too.With me you don't what you have." 

They disappear into the strange bone jungle...