May 19 2014

Storm Clouds 200 By TeraS

I know it has been ages since Storm Clouds has appeared on the Tale. Part of that is because I found myself just unable to write for this story. What I probably should have done was to just sit down and write whatever came … The thing is, that’s rather hard for me to do so.

Still, I have decided that I what I can do, so that I am able to tell other stories than Storm Clouds, is to try and write a chapter every other week … By doing so, I think I can keep things going and myself involved in writing better.

For those that would like to read Storm Clouds from the beginning, you can click this link, and it will take you to the page where all of the previous chapters can be found.

And now … Let’s begin again with Chapter 33 and get back to Nina and Tom …



Storm Clouds 200
Chapter 33
By TeraS


Tom picked up the picture frame and handed it to Nina, “Show me who you really are.”

Nina’s reply was short and angry as she scratched the picture from him, “Fine.”

As Tom watched Nina … wasn’t Nina any more. In her place stood an almond-skinned woman, blue-eyed, with long, chestnut brown hair cascading down her back in two long braids, the ends just touching her waist, the ends framing the point on her body where her long grey tail rose into the air. Tom could see … everything. She wore not a stitch of clothing, her feminine curves exposed, offering her form to any that cared to look upon her. It wasn’t Camilla, not even close. The only thing that carried over was the grey horns and tail. They didn’t change at all and, for some reason, Tom felt relieved by that.

Clutching the picture to her chest she asked, “Happy now?”

“I’d rather that you weren’t naked, but otherwise? Sure.”

Nina traced her hands over her curves and smiled, “Embarrassed? Why? By now you must know that we are sexual beings, this shouldn’t surprise you. You asked to see me as I was …”

Tom interrupted: “Are … as you are Nina.”

She threw up her hands and paced angrily: “You don’t seem to get it. This me, the original me, does not exist anymore. I don’t … shouldn’t … be here like this. It’s wrong.”

Tom walked over to her and took the picture again: “Then why does this place still exist? Why does it still stand here if you shouldn’t?”

“Because … Because, sometimes—and it rarely happens—when we are home and I’m in control, I come back here.”

“Why? To mourn? To look back and do what? Stop dancing around the truth and lay it out for me. Why?”

She cupped her hands over her nose and mouth, the answer muffled: “You are such a pain in the ass, Tom.”

“Talk, Nina. Tell me so I get a clue about all of this.”

She turned, the light from the window casting both shadow and light across her body, her braids moving from side to side, sometimes brushing against her tail as they did. When she didn’t respond, Tom asked: “Tell me something?”


“Why no purple in your hair?”

She smiled wanly: “Because purple wasn’t a colour they could make then, and brown was. Not that anyone back then really cared, anyway.”


She closed her eyes and sighed: “Because the Goddess, the one who bestowed fertility upon the lands, was seen for that and what she provided. She … I … held gatherings where my worshipers would come and … well …”

Tom allowed a small smile: “I get the picture.”

She looked at him: “No, you don’t. They would appear and ask for my blessings upon them and I would see to it that their chances of having a child were one hundred percent. I would lay my hands on them, and then watch as their passions, needs, and desires were ramped up to the point that they would drop to the temple floor. Their moaning and screams of pleasure would echo through the temple and into the waiting crowds.”

“It must have been great for a being like yourself.”

Nina traced her fingers over the curve of her thighs and shivered: “It was amazing, Tom. I fed for days on it all.”

“Did you ever hurt them?”

Her hands stopped as she glared at him: “No. Damn you, you know that I never …”

“I know nothing, Nina. I know what you told me, and I know what happened in that office.”

“I told the truth. I have not lied to you.”

“Have you exaggerated or otherwise bent the truth?”

“What are you getting at, Tom?”

“Simple. I’ve told you, I trust Camilla. I do not trust you, at least not completely.”

Her eyes glowed brightly blue: “If I wanted to I could reach into your mind and soul, bend you to my will, make you my servant, thrall, lover, or anything I wanted to.”

Tom pressed a finger into her chest: “Yeah, I get it. I get the threat. Is it a threat?”

“Fuck you, Tom. Fuck you completely.”

“Better. Now that we’re past the self-pity part of the show, you want to actually tell me why it is that you want to forget who you are?”

“I failed. I couldn’t stop what happened then, I couldn’t kill the one that was responsible for it because of you now.”

“Don’t put the blame on me for your past, Nina.”

She turned away from him, one of her long braids slapping against his arm as she did so: “I don’t. I blame myself.”

“How about you get over blaming yourself?”

“I am a footnote, a very small one, in history, Tom. Had things gone as I thought they could have been, the world of today might have been a much different place.”


She didn’t turn around: “Forget it. It is the past, like me, and it’s better forgotten.”

Tom closed the distance between them and then did something unexpected. He wrapped his arms around her waist. his hands resting just on the curve of her stomach, she putting her hands over his in the next moment.

“That’s the not whole thing isn’t it? Being forgotten.”

She sighed in his embrace: “It’s part of it. Everything that I did then is gone. I’m not remembered for what I did then, that’s true.”

Tom thought for a while, just holding Nina and then asked: “You told me that you … took … a soul before, that you did something evil. None of this sounds like you did.”

“I was older and wiser then. When I was young, long before Tera became Queen, I was … I was not lily-white Tom.”

“How bad?”

Tom felt her body tense, her tail winding itself around his legs and squeezing slightly: “Taking a soul is … addictive. It’s the highest of highs, the most powerful orgasm you can imagine. It’s all taking with nothing given in return. Nothing is left expect ashes. And you just don’t care. All that matters is the next feeding, the next soul, and you do anything to get it.”

Tom’s grip became a little tighter: “What made you change your mind?”

She laughed: “Have I? How do you know that I’m not right on the edge of getting you on that couch and fucking your brains out? Are you so sure that I wouldn’t take you, Tom?”



“Because you told me that my soul is owned by someone else. And you can’t, as I understand it, take something that can’t be given.”

Nina leaned her head back, her hair now brushing against Tom’s chin: “I thought you weren’t listening. I’m glad you did.”

“I’m a detective. It’s my job.”

“Alright … Mr. Detective … I’ve admitted that I am a killer. I’ve confessed to my sins. So, now what?”

Tom turned Nina to look at him, one hand touching under her chin to make her look at him: “Now? Now I tell you something that you’ve never heard. I forgive you for your past.”


“Because I can. Because you aren’t Nina then, you are Nina now. And … and I trust you.”

Nina looked away, then rested her head upon Tom’s chest: “It’s been a long time since someone has.”

“Yeah, well you are a hard-ass to everyone, so that’s not a surprise. And if you change at all, I’ll lose all respect for you.”

Nina sighed: “You know … I really want you, Tom. She does, too.”

“Me? I’m nothing special; I keep telling you that.”

“Do me a favour?”


“Can you believe, for a moment, that you are worthy of being wanted?”

“Was wanted … once. I’m not sure I’m ready to be wanted again … or want to be.”

“And you talk about me fretting over the past?”


“You are, truly, frustrating, Tom.”

“I get that a lot.”


  1. avatar

    It is so good to see Storm Clouds back, Your Majesty. We will be most happy to receive the story at whatever speed you wish to share it.

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    Man I missed this series! I always loved the contrast between Tom’s “too old for this shit” attitude and Nina and Camilla’s passion and sensuality. They make a cute couple (triple?) and a surprisingly effective comedy duo (trio?)! The only problem I can really find with the story is trying to figure out what pronouns to use when talking about them.

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    I’ll try to do better my heart…


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