Mad Chamelion

Deep in the erotic Toyverse jungle...twilight..

All Davina could do is gasp.
It's steed move with a gallup pace through the shadowy erotic jungle. Davina could feel the slim fingers fingers morph into a more a muscle larger fingers which now enclosed her bare ass like a vice. She could feel the creature strength radiate through her perfect nude hardbod. Only a few hours ago that the strange camelion bound her bare ankles tightly.
 Davina knows this creature isn't taking chances with his/her new found toy.
Davina the red,feels the wind whip her glowing redhair and she feels the newly morph fingers squeeze her; she moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH which echos in the infinite beautiful jungle. Davina could only imagine what this camelion whatever it is,has planned. She feels his long tongue stroke her bareback and she feels his/her small teeth biting her from time to time. She knows the creature finds her tasty.
Since Davina the red's wrists and ankles are bound, she feels that frequent sense of helplessness overwhelm her from time to time. Though she's strongwilled from time to time the Tovyerse wears her down emotionally.
"What do you have plan for me you madman," Davina declares boldly. She doesn't get an answer,she only feels his fingers tighten thier grip over her and his power raditating through out her hardbod. She knows she isn't in the position to challenge her captor for its the nautral rule of the jungle. She glances up at his/her face. It's eyes glow with a ceartain zealotry.
She feels his steed turn off the path and onto another. They're going somewhere but Davina doesn't know where. As a toy she knows her position is in the jungle.
 As Davina lays under its grasp,the colors of the jungle swirl like a kaldeiscope and frequently to slo mo from time to time. She remains silent more out of fear than anything else.

A few hours later..
 The camelion tosses Davina the red over its beefy shoulder. Davina feels the vice grip return upon her bare thighs. She gazes around the strange jungle which is vague and unfamiliar. Davina doesn't question her mad captor at all. She belongs to it,and it alone. She softly moans OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH and again it echos in the jungle.
Thus far the camelion hasn't given her a clue where they're going. For now Davina knows that's best for now as she squirms over its shoulder....