You are a Succubus, most lavicious, sexiest, most breathtakingly beautiful of the monsters.
Chasing a man.
It’s so strange as to how they always try to run from pleasure, you think, as you hurl a magic lust-bolt at your fleeing soon-to-be-
In your smug moment you spy him drop to his knees, as the magic projectile goes over his head and dissapate on a wall. You stop dead. Whaaat?
A Manticore dives from an alley, to your delight. Perfect! Perhaps once the lesser beast catches him you can convince her to share. Your lower lips wet in anticipation as the Manticore hurls a flurry of spines-
-Only for the young male to skillfully dodge every single one. His body weaves and bends artfully, as if he was but a piece of paper fluttering in the wind, or perhaps a ghost. His back arches, legs bending, arms waving in an arc as if to wave the spines on their way.
He almost runs into an Amazoness. Excellent. He can’t dodge a sword.
The sword went flying past him, as he turned and flattened that perfect body against the ground just as the blade passed his former location. Dumbstruck, the Manticore launches quills at his afterimage, hitting the Amazoness. By now the sly man is gone, a dozen meters down the street.
WWYD?