Lair of the Beastman

Somewhere among the plateaus of the erotic Toyverse...
The large moons hang high in the beautiful heavens.
Davina is more fascinated over the enigmatic White Beastman than anything else. She doesn't show no fear of him and she doesn't try to escape. On this same cliff,she lays against a huge log her ankles now bound so she couldn't escape. She has no desire to escape at all. Her long redhair glows under the moonlight and she stares at the edge of cliff plateau.
 She stares at the skeleton of the dead arachnid on the log near her. It had died long ago and its hideous form is less scary. But still she hears the strange blood chilling crys of the erotic jungle below. She's only seen huge reptile shadows of carnivores killing its prey. And herbivores eating the giant leaves.
It feels like earth of a million years ago but it's not like earth at all.
Out of the blue a golden haired saber tooth tiger appears before and licks its huge lips. Its eyes stab back at her. It lets out a loud roar. Yet there is something different about this sabre tooth tiger. Ir looks at her and then moves on.
"What the hell," Davina murmurs softly. Her eyes scan the horizon for the White Beastman who went looking and searching for a leopard horse. She feels the wind blow against her beautiful hair.
She falls into a deep sleep.

Several hours later...
She stirs awake to find herself laying on her chest on a leopard horse. Davina feels the beastman's firm fingers on her bardbody bare ass. She feels disoriented as his leopard horse gallups quickly along a river trail. She gazes around and sees a huge plateaus and mesas round her. It's a mix of desert and jungle but still that earth line appeal leaps back at her.
Davina squirms under the white beastmaa's hand. She glances at him with courisity and licks her lips. "Where are we going?" She inquires.
"My camp and I do have a name human: Dovor.
 "Dorvor like that," she muses as she stares at the strange surreal shapes between plateaus and mesas.

  They reach his camp,
 It's not big but has the  feel of an ancient barbaric camp. She sees various beastman forms move about the torchlights. It's night and comforrtblly warm for someplace tropical. Davina lets the strange Dorvor throw her over his shoulder. He enters into his large tent. Exhausted from the long trip, Davina let's Dorvor bind her to his pole. He strokes her long red hair and kisses her cheek.
 "I'll do you bidding for now," Davina muses with a flirt in her voice.