Succubi and Incubi had many tools in their arsenals of seduction. There was simply having an attractive body, enough to draw in certain weak willed humans. And for those that could resist there were pheromones. Some had the ability to sing a siren-song that would smash resistance apart via the ear canals. And some simply resorted to mind altering substances slipped into drinks or food. Most stuck to their one preferred method.

Tinlea had a rather different approach though. Her demonic form hidden beneath a disguise illusion, she would pick her target, and turn it all against her chosen meal.

She caught his eye first with her attractive form, and could have broken him there and then with it, but she gave him a dose too, driving the scent of lust deep into his lungs. She hummed away as the human male spoke and tried to flirt, his mind already well clouded, as she used her song to put him under every deeper. A little magic dust in a drink, not a whole lot, and he was going slowly ever deeper.

With her chosen feast so deeply under, he would give her everything. By morning his soul would be but a little scrap remaining, his mind a cratered mess, and his body all but broken from a night of endless passions as he had gave himself up utterly. She always cleared her plate...