Sacrahlicous
Star
- Joined
- Oct 25, 2010
Vive woke to the sound of birds above. There brightly colored plume shimmered in what she assumed was the afternoon sun. If she was getting positioning right. Groaning she pressed herself up onto her hands. Keeping herself propped there as she gazed around the forest. Where was she? She didn't recognize her surroundings that was for sure. Her green eyes held her confusion as she eventually pushed herself up to her feet. The wind catching to blow and dance through the dark Brown hair. Tickling at her shoulders.
Swaying on her feet she looked around some more before stepping forward. Her heart was racing within her chest. Fear burned warmly though her veins. She wore for the moment a small skirt barely big enough to cover her bottom. Her shirt was a tank top. Both never reaching her mid drift exposing her stomach. Her breast full and heavy pressed against the fabric that could barely contain them. But something was wrong. Deep down she felt it.
This wasn’t the clothing she wore out on her hunt, her loins grew tight, and pulsing as a wave of heat flowed through. It took her breath, making her hold it as she looked down as her thighs rubbed together in a squirm. Finding she wore no under garments. Last she remembered was that she was feasting before a hunt. She had felt tired, only thinking that she over ate, so she napped. But that wasn’t the case. She was drugged. Now she was on a land she knew nothing about.
The long, winding beach, lush plains of a very large island spread out before her, gently sloping up towards a steep and distance shrunk mountain top The shape - a unique double mountain peak capped wit snow - is very unfamiliar. It's not one of the usual hunting islands, but somewhere completely different. Still, familiar black shadows circle there,
Swaying on her feet she looked around some more before stepping forward. Her heart was racing within her chest. Fear burned warmly though her veins. She wore for the moment a small skirt barely big enough to cover her bottom. Her shirt was a tank top. Both never reaching her mid drift exposing her stomach. Her breast full and heavy pressed against the fabric that could barely contain them. But something was wrong. Deep down she felt it.
This wasn’t the clothing she wore out on her hunt, her loins grew tight, and pulsing as a wave of heat flowed through. It took her breath, making her hold it as she looked down as her thighs rubbed together in a squirm. Finding she wore no under garments. Last she remembered was that she was feasting before a hunt. She had felt tired, only thinking that she over ate, so she napped. But that wasn’t the case. She was drugged. Now she was on a land she knew nothing about.
The long, winding beach, lush plains of a very large island spread out before her, gently sloping up towards a steep and distance shrunk mountain top The shape - a unique double mountain peak capped wit snow - is very unfamiliar. It's not one of the usual hunting islands, but somewhere completely different. Still, familiar black shadows circle there,