The White Orc

Somewhere in the vast jungles of the Ownverse...
It feels like a few hours have passed....since she fell from the stars.
Angel,her wrists firmly bound behind her back,feels the taller dark druid's slim hand on ber bronze shoulder as they follow as neon blue path through the erotic jungle. Angel feels there's something sensual about the Ownverse but she can't put her finger on it. She would hear a voice hear or there from the dark beautiful glistening jungle. It's as if the alien jungle had ghosts in it but Angel isn't sure as she force marches under the druid hand. Her bright thong bikini stands out under the colors of the new world.
"This way." The dark druid declares as he steers the hardbod girl down another blue path. Angel gasps in disbelief that she resurrected in another world unlike earth but similar to earth; her barefeet feel the wetness of the blue path below her as she marches with a quiet obedience with those that now dominate her and call her an Own Goddess. She wonders what lays at the end of the blue path as she marches down willingly. She wishes she could flee into the unknown alien jungle but the druid's power overwhelm her. Mind and body.
"Are we going to Olympia to see Zeus?" She quips as she looks around at the jungle and its huge larger than life insects. The druids who guard her don't respond and Angel finds it wise to be quiet as she marches through the jungle toward a clearing surrounded with strange surreal stones. They glisten under the rays of early dusk. She swears she sees a strange shadow on horseback waiting for them as they enter the surreal clearing surrounded by glistening wet jungle.
 A deep boom of thunder rattles the skys and trees around them.
 Angel gapes when the shadow fades to a mask white orc. He's intensly muscled with huge handclaws she notes.
The white Orc says "You have the own goddess?"
"Right here," the druid murmurs in a low voice. "She fell from the stars as our prophecy foretold."
 Angel is gently pushed toward the white orc. She moans as she feels the orc lift her up on his cheetah horse steed and rests her its mane close to his saddle. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Angel moans as the white orc gently squeeze his new found goddess.
They disappear from the standing druid as a heavy sweet nector rains falls. Then he disappears as if he;s never there.