According to legend, the Manticore is a beast with the body of a lion, the tail of a scorpion, and the head of a man. After a terrifying attack on her camp, Dilora flees into the desert, desperate to avoid the fate of her fellow travelers, only to be confronted by the legendary monster. The Manticore gives her a choice: share the fate of her companions or submit to him and bear his children.
This 12,000 word erotic fantasy adventure is intended for mature audiences and includes graphic and explicit descriptions of sexual intercourse between a brave heroine and a magical, shape-shifting creature. Some scenes may offend certain readers. Not for the squeamish!
"I can make you happy," he says, kissing the throbbing vein in my neck. "I can give you pleasure, wealth, comfort, security --" His hands move down from my shoulders to my waist and then gradually slide to my front. "But I can't do any of that unless you agree to my proposal."
I try to pull away but his grip grows tighter, pulling me against him. His hands are on my belly, low, just inches above my sex. I can feel his long, hard appendage pressing into my back. A wave of heat flashes through me, making my legs tremble and my heart pound like a drum. The crease between my thighs is suddenly hot and damp. I try to remember that he's a monster, that this isn't his real form, but a mirage designed to mislead and betray me.
I grab his wrists, stopping his hands. "I told you I need time."
"I'm not forcing you to make your decision now," he murmurs, kissing me behind the ear. "This is just a taste of what I offer. I can't expect you to make your decision without knowing what's at stake."
His fingers curl around the fabric of my robe and I feel a tingle run over my skin, as if the air is alive. My robe falls from my body, as if it has no more substance than a dream.
"How dare you --" I turn to him in surprise, but he presses his finger to my lips.