The Great Magician's Dark Reach

The Butterfly Woman rose from out of the sea. Her breasts, which had been carefully chiseled by the Great Magician, were now slime-coated and glistening in the moonlight. Her nipples were hard, as is to be expected, damp as they were, and cooling in the wind. The furious seeker was bound to catch her scent soon, but she could no longer spend her time beneath the water, where butterflies dare not seek. Had she accepted her fate? Well, if not, she had certainly attempted to prepare herself for it. Facing her pursuer, basically handing herself to him, complete with silver platter. Soon she heard distant rumblings and rustlings. The Beast Man had caught her scent and was closing in. He was tearing through the damp jungle like his namesake might indicate; he put no value in stealth.