Jungle NightTerrors

Deep in the surreal moonlit exotic jungles of the erotic Bodyverse…
To the normal eye in the jungle,the shadow marauders are hideous ghost shadows with gleaming red eyes. For some of the smaller creatures just the mere sight of them galloping against the moonlight feels one with fear. Thier origins are a mystery but for some folklore and mythos of the Bodyverse they're supposedly ancient gods who roamed the jungles and plains of the Bodyverse long ago. They disappeared in some unknown cataclysm while the beautiful planet was in its growing stages. Yet thier myth vary from tribe to tribe,from one storyteller to another.

Josephine lays bound on the leader's steed and stirs awake when the mysterious mauraders enter into a glowing green mist shroud. She feels the leader's hand rest on her curvy bare ass. She slept for days she realize she sees bits and pieces of erotic jungle through the mist. It's as if the mist provided her mysterious abductors protection. As she slept her dreams had been filled with unearthy night terrors unlike her frequent nightmares back on earth. No,the spell induce night terrors kept her under thier control and she didn't like being helpless. She didn't have no choice since her capture days ago,the ghostlike marauders she figures belong to some ancient cult and need her. Josephine's naiveness of the unearthy jungle of such things frustrate her. Yet there times she can't tell the difference between a hero/lover or something evil that desires and lusts for her. This jungle she adapted too is sometimes both heaven and hell. It's as if she feels she may have woken the darkside of this alien jungle which she learned to survive in.
 Josephne moans as she feels the mysterious shadow maurader change course with his fast galloping leopard horse steed. For his hand grips her tighter as she stares with a blank stare at the swirling jungle around her.
 She senses the journey coming to an end soon. Very Soon.

  Moments later...
 "Where are you marching me too?" Josephine pleas as she feels the ghastly tall maurader prod her forward on the  glowing footpath. She welcomes the fact she can now walk for her small hardbod went numb on the long journey. As she walks on the glowing path,the mysterious green mist shroud clears the way as it it's a life of its own.
 "My temple castle," the towering leader finally says as his shadow dwarfs over Josephine Even her tatoo glows as she walks as if her captor shadow maurader magic spell made it dorment tatoo come alive. Josephine decides to remain quiet for her survivial,her nude exotic hardbod makes her standout amidst the foilage. Whatever her mysterious marauder shadow has plan she has no choice to go along. Yet her being thier sacrifice to thier ancent god has been the vivid night terror and terror she keeps in the back of her mind as she marches entwine between her shadow captors toward the castle temple whatever it is.