Sep 02 2016

A Review of Princess to Pleasure Slave 10: Chaos Demons Edition by Amanda Clover

Princess to Pleasure Slave 10: Chaos Demons Edition by Amanda Clover

Princess to Pleasure Slave 10: Chaos Demons Edition by Amanda Clover

There are many stories in which succubi are minor characters and, as a whole, they are used in various ways to add a bit of sexuality to a story at best, or be used as nothing more than playthings at worst. As a whole I find that boring, uninteresting and tends to make me not like the story very much.

Mix into that a story that really doesn’t seem to have much in the way of hope, tends to be rather brutal to the characters, and really there isn’t anything to like about the main character herself, and it becomes a very difficult read. More so when the succubus character has a lot of promise but then is simply tossed aside and left in the wake of the darkness of the story itself.

  • Title: Princess to Pleasure Slave 10: Chaos Demons Edition
  • Author: Amanda Clover
  • Length: 50 Pages
  • Publishing Date: May 23, 2014
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The story is about:

The merchant king Veritus rules over a prosperous kingdom in an otherwise inhospitable desert, but his peaceful kingdom harbors a dark secret. The King owes his good fortune to a pact with a powerful demon of chaos. In exchange for great wealth and power, King Veritus has promised the demon his firstborn daughter, Princess Olivia Veritus, when she comes of age. On the eve of the Summer Solstice, the king reveals the truth to his young daughter and throws her down into a gateway to hell.

The pampered princess is transported into a nightmare realm of suffering. Accustomed to luxury and servants, she finds herself surrounded by a lust-crazed horde of grotesque lemures. She is rescued by an enchanting succubus with something extra between her legs, but her sensual encounter with the beautiful demoness might not last with the lord of the realm searching for her. After all, he needs her womb to give birth to a future ruler.

Princess Olivia learns the price her father has paid for success and she becomes the victim of it. A moment of bliss lasts but a moment, but a price to be paid lasts for always.

The work has a World of Conan feel to it, which tends to make all of the female characters be written as vapid sex toys and they don’t really have any other purpose but to be used and then discarded as the story progresses. Most of the scenes are very dark, brutal moments of over the top sex and nothing much more.

There is but one single scene, between Oliva and Ashara, the succubus of this work, which has the barest inkling of passion. What’s the shame is the story could have taken a turn because of this, changing Olivia and telling the story with perhaps a bit more of her being less of a sexual toy and more of a character.

Everything before this scene is assorted self-pleasure, some forced monster encounters, and an overall air of doom and gloom. Everything beyond the moment between Olivia and Ashara is ever more dark, disturbing at times, and just sucked the life out of anything resembling the story, erotica or characters.

The work ends on a note which make me shake my hear and sigh. It wasn’t satisfying, it isn’t something that will stay with me either. I will admit to reading only this work in the series, and there are a lot of works to be found. I honestly have no desire to read any of them, based on this work, because I cannot find the appeal.

One pitchfork out of five.

Save for the erotic scene between Olivia and Ashara, the rest of the work didn’t have any appeal for me whatsoever. I’m sure there are those that will enjoy this work, and the series, but I just cannot find my way into things for all of the darkness that permeates everything.



Sep 02 2016

A Review of Gwen’s Succubus Lover by Lucinda Leigh

Gwen's Succubus Lover by Lucinda Leigh

Gwen’s Succubus Lover by Lucinda Leigh

The concept of a succubus can be different things to different souls. At the core, however, the need for sex, whatever kind it may be, seems to be unshakable. When a work needs the erotica to tell the story, there is a danger that the story is pushed aside, left behind. It also becomes a problem when who the succubus is can’t quite be resolved or their name continuously shares one out of the story.

Craving sex sometimes means the attraction you have brings the thing you need. Sometimes the need you have takes a form you don’t understand. Sometimes understanding isn’t as important as the craving it leaves behind.

  • Title: Gwen’s Succubus Lover
  • Author: Lucinda Leigh
  • Length: 20 Pages
  • ASIN: B01LBH23F0
  • Publishing Date: August 30, 2016
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The work tells of:

Jethro Rom’lik of the planet Xanthar was headed back to his ship to leave the Earth planet for good when he smelled the most alluring scent—a human female in desperate sexual need. As a male, it wasn’t easy to resist the urge to seek out such a woman. But as a succubus, it was impossible to stay away.

Gwen was on a mission—she was going to lose her virginity to someone who could give her multiple orgasms. According to her friends, most guys could barely last through one of them, let alone two!

Luckily for her, Jethro was up for the challenge…

Gwen needs to scratch her itch and she’s intent on finding the one person that can do so. But the person she finds isn’t quite what she expected. The ride she gets isn’t anything like what she imagined.

There are quite a few odd things in this story. Naming a succubus Jethro is odd. Having him describe himself as a succubus is odd. Not explaining why he is a succubus is odd. Having Gwen crave sex, and not explain that, is odd.

There are quite a few unanswered questions which left me wondering about a number of events and comments in the work. Overall, the focus of the story is having Jethro and Gwen in the midst of what really is a porn movie scene and not really erotica. It’s a shame because telling more about Gwen’s story would have been interesting. Explaining Jethro’s view of himself, telling more about him being an alien on Earth, and why, would be interesting.

And that’s the real problem here. The story isn’t interesting because the time spent setting up Gwen’s character doesn’t lead towards anything as a whole. The characters are not developed, really they are almost stereotypical in their actions, their personalities, and what each of them desires.

It appears this work is the start of a series, and if it is, there’s a lot about Jethro and his kind that could be explored. But keeping the focus on the erotica and leaving so much story undeveloped means, to me, that there’s no heat, no connection to the characters. It’s a shame because the single question, why Jethro is a succubus, and what that means here, is a really important question.

The erotica takes up the majority of the work, but it isn’t so much erotica as it is a porn scene that happens to have one character describing themselves as a succubus, and an alien for that matter. It’s not critical to the story, the comment about being a succubus could be removed and it wouldn’t change a thing about the story.

There’s not really anything that Jethro does that is, overall, succubus-like. Certainly many things he does are alien-like, but not succubus. He’s dominant, he’s actually well over the top dominant, almost caveman-like at one point.

The work closes in a way that felt like it was rushed. It does leave the door open to further works in the series to come, but it’s not a satisfying ending for me. The writing has promise, mainly in the story telling outside of the erotica, but the erotica itself reads too stereotypical and thin for my liking.

One out of five pitchforks.

If Jethro is a succubus, that really needs to be explained if the author continues this series. I’ll accept shapeshifting, calling him a “male succubus” which other authors have used. But as things stand, he’s more incubus than succubus.

There’s a story, but it’s hidden by the erotica and as such there’s just something missing, something that could have made this more than just the heat that it is. Gwen seems to be something more than her need for sex, and perhaps that’s where the series needs to go and explore before anything else.



Sep 01 2016

Succubi Image of the Week 450

The summer is almost past, but that only means there needs to be at least one piece of Succubi art before it leaves. A Succubi in a bikini, of course, just has to appear…

Summer Fun by upshdragoon

Summer Fun by upshdragoon

This is called Summer Fun and is by the artist upshdragoon on DeviantArt. You can find the original page with this art here and this artist’s page can be found here.

There’s just so much fun here honestly… Her smile, the pose, the swisch of her tail, her bikini, the style of her hair, her horns, it all just tells a wonderful story about her I think. Yes, a little cartoonish, but I think that just adds to the overall fun and cuteness which I just adore…

There’s just something about her, as a character, beyond this particular look that makes me ponder a story or two about her…

Hopefully, I’ll manage something fun…



Aug 31 2016

The X does not mark anything in this costume…

Devilish Diva Devil CostumeThe embellishments that are placed on costumes to make them look better puzzle me at times. There are some things done that just don’t work and I wonder why they are there. Perhaps there are some that make some kind of sense, but really, a giant black ‘X’ on a costume I can’t quite understand, especially when it ends on sparkly pitchforks over one’s bust. Not to mention the black pitchfork on the bum…

The is called the Devilish Diva Devil Costume and it comes with the dress and the sparkling horns that I really do not like. The fishnets and shoes are not included and it sells for $50 US.

This is really a rather uninspiring costume overall, especially the cheesy pitchforks that adorn it. I’ll admit the sparkles being over the model’s bust is a cute idea, but… This just looks so wrong, so cheesy and so silly. What you cannot see in this image is that right over the bum, if you wear this, is another tiny black pitchfork as well.

I honestly wouldn’t think about buying this mess, the reasons for that are all far too obvious. I don’t care for the dress, the horns are some of the ones that I dislike the most. The entire look screams trashy.

There’s nothing positive to be found here, and, even if I wanted to do something like this, with the fishnets and shoes, and I like the shoes as an aside, I could do far better with a sexy red dress easily and a pair of my horns.

One pitchfork out of five.

Not the worst, but it’s really close to being that…



Aug 30 2016

A Review of Seduction From Hell by Kevin Landrum

There is such a thing as getting lost in the minutia of telling a story. While telling of a character’s need for a cup of coffee, and their reaction to it, offers a glimpse into them, it isn’t who they are. Telling that story, especially for the main character, matters. Leaving out the why for the sake of telling about the where they are leaves something important out of the story. A reason why.

The solution to a mystery comes from many different directions. Not everything makes sense, not everything has to. At some point the truth will look after itself, even if all else that surrounds it, doesn’t believe in it.

  • Title: Seduction From Hell
  • Author: Kevin Landrum
  • Length: 50 Pages
  • Publishing Date: August 24, 2016
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The work tells of:

A cynical detective clashes with the world of the supernatural.

Detective Miles Sherman has a mystery on his hands. Men are being killed in his city in a very bizarre way, though they all seem to have a smile left behind. The evidence doesn’t add up, the truth, when he encounters it, makes little sense. His faith hasn’t been seen in a while and now he’ll need to find it again to end the monster that stalks the streets around him.

If there is one issue I had with this work, it comes to the almost fixation of following Miles as he stumbles about his world, looking for a cup of coffee, and muddling along much of the time. The book summary says that he is “cynical” and he is by far, but that doesn’t really tell the story about Miles. That is the part of this work that’s missing. While short little hints are given about how he came to be the person he is, it leaves a lot unsaid overall.

The reason for things is telling and that is barely touched upon here. It is a plot point that, I think, the author might have used for the climax of the story, when Miles confronts the succubus, but isn’t. There could have been a way to make the ending feel stronger than it is, to give Miles a little bit of light within his own darkness.

The succubus herself, who isn’t named, isn’t much of a presence in the story as a character. She speaks very little, she really only appears fully in two scenes and even then there’s not much there. Much of her is told in the aftermath of her actions, the evidence left behind. But that’s not taken very far. The details are told, there’s actually some very interesting concepts within that, but it’s not explored too far and becomes a lost opportunity.

She is, as a whole, a little stereotypical, a little bit cardboard in her character. If she is the one that Miles is to battle, then she could have been used to tell the other side of this story. This is something that makes me wonder about her, in a lot of ways. I can see a story to be told, but it just doesn’t get the chance to be.

The sense of deep loss in Miles, how it shapes his character, is ever present and hangs over everything that happens. It becomes more of a character in a lot of ways, than Miles himself. While he encounters others in the story, it’s less about him than it is about his attitude, his nature, that tells the larger story overall.

There isn’t any erotica in this work, really there’s no need of it. This is the exploration of Miles himself and all else is used to dance around the edges of that story. It is that dancing around the core plot that causes that issue with being fixed on the minutia, of telling bits and pieces of Miles’ life and not making the connections he has with some of the supporting characters be more than a passing thing. There are moments where the story seems to want to make Miles connect, but they suddenly stop and the story staggers onwards to the next scene and encounter.

The writing is a little clunky, lacking at times the emotional impact that the author seems to be striving towards. At times the story wanders, almost aimlessly, for really no reason and that bothered me. This happens most strongly at the beginning of the work when Miles first appears. Miles’ character needs to be explored more deeply than it is. The succubus needs to be more within the story than she does. Beyond that, how Miles connects the dots, and how he is driven towards them, needs to be tied up better somehow in the ending.

The ending is a little bit lacking, though there is a little ray of hope which, considering Miles himself, I liked. There’s no twist ending or surprise out of the blue to draw things to a close. But it feels like the ending is rushed, leaving some of the finer points of the plot to languish.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

The work needs another editing pass to make the narrative become more alive. As things are, it’s a little too clinical, too forced. The story goes around in circles more than it really needs to. Telling more about Miles, his past, making his character have more depth than just being snarky I think would add more flavour to the story. The succubus herself could be more present in the work, perhaps revealing more about herself or, as a thought, appear to Miles as the one thing he seems to desire more than anything else.

The minutia in the story could be smoothed over some, the scenes told with more emotional impact. As a whole, really that is the singular thing that’s missing here. A story about passion needs some passion, anger, drive. It need not be erotic, but it should have the characters live more than just exist and go through the motions.



Aug 30 2016

A Review of Lilitu by Craig McGray

Lilitu by Craig McGray

Lilitu by Craig McGray

There is a dark side to the succubus myth and being so it is one that many authors take and tell the story of. Sometimes that story can be dark and erotic, sometimes it simply is dark. It can be horrific, without a doubt, but sometimes the horror isn’t all there is.

Taking a slightly different tack to the succubus myth, adding a layer to it can make for something to think about when the story is done. But then comes the darkness in the words and in the end, sometimes the darkness is all that remains.

The work tells of:

A dying man’s last wishes are for the very thing that has delivered him to an early grave. In Lilitu, a seductive temptress returns to her lover’s bedside, but this time, she hasn’t come alone.

The past of a man catches up with him as he waits for her to take what she wishes to have. Along the way he remembers every moment, needing more. But when she returns to him, there’s no such thing as a happy ending for it never does.

The work is told from the perspective of the main character and as that is told there’s no escaping how sad his situation is, the pain and suffering that he goes through and his thoughts about how he came to be where he is. Mixed into that is a tiny bit of lukewarm erotica which really doesn’t do much overall because the darkness and sadness that appears on every page sucks the life out of the character and the story as well.

The succubus-like character, Lilitu, is quite a monster overall, having little in the way of sympathy, only really caring about her own need. The story builds on that point, the main character suffers, over and over again, and finally comes to the point where the next visit will be the last.

The story of that visit brings about the darkest moments of this work by far. There’s no light to be found, no hope, nothing positive taken from the ending and being so I just found myself disappointed in how things transpired.

This is a work of horror, and personally I have problems with horror that leaves me cold. This work did so. I think it might have been more interesting to me if more was told about Lilitu herself. At least something more than the few words she speaks as otherwise there’s nothing to tell of her character, her wants and needs, other than what she does. She’s stereotypical in that and being so was a sad thing to see.

One and a half out of five pitchforks.

A very dark, very sad story overall and I found it difficult at times to make my way through the story. It is meant to be horror, and it is by far, the ending very much so. But the depths of sadness that are in each word took the life out of the story and doing so just made me sigh sadly when the story was done.



Aug 29 2016

Missed By TeraS

This past weekend was my Eternal’s birthday. It was … not what we’d hoped for. There was someone not there, at least not physically. From this birthday onwards, there will be, always, someone …


By TeraS


It is said by many in the Realm that if there is one character trait their rulers share, it is that neither of them wishes any fuss to be made when either of their birthdays arrive. That isn’t to say they aren’t thankful for anything should it occur—which it does, for they each make sure the other’s birthday is celebrated, no matter what. The wishes given and the words shared are treasured. A card, no matter how simple, matters and is adored. Gifts—though they never wish them, and have said, over and over again, that such things are not needed—are accepted with the grace everyone expects.

This particular birthday in the Realm came during a year where there was something, or rather more importantly, someone missing. This particular birthday was the first which dawned beyond the time when a blessed soul was called home to Goddess and she answered that call.

It was, to get to the point, Keith’s first birthday after his mother had gone to her rest.

The time in-between the loss and the natal day was filled with many things, some good, some not so much so. There were moments where the pain, hurt, and ache did terrible things to the royal family of the Realm. They were bent, but not broken. They wept, but did not despair. She did, after all, express to her loving son and daughter that she did not wish them to live in the hurt for all time.

But there were some days where they keenly felt someone missing, someone that had been there before, said the words, shared the joy, gave the gifts, and was, after all, never missing … until now.

The day had dawned with the Eternals in bed together, their tails entwined, snuggled under the sheets. To say who woke first wouldn’t be the question to ask, for it didn’t really matter. What did matter was the feeling within each of them that someone was missing, a feeling which had been their constant companion of late, becoming that much more present on this morning.

She was the first, as was meant to be, to wish him a happy birthday. The words were warm, loving, holding hope that the day would be kind to him, for she was not concerned for herself. He held her close, smiled, kissed her horns and thanked her. His hope was that she wouldn’t be sad today; he had no wishes for himself. Well, there was one thing that he wanted, but she was missing.

The morning was, if one was to be honest, melancholy. The shower was long, he standing there and thinking long after she’d gotten out to deal with drying her wild mane of hair, which always took, it seemed, forever. Perhaps the time in the shower was so that his tears would be masked by the water falling upon him. He couldn’t, after all, be like this throughout the day. It wouldn’t be right, knowing what his Eternal had planned—or thinking he did, at least.

By the time he’d tucked in his shirt, run a hand through his hair, and made his way to the kitchen, the melancholy had faded slightly. It was, to be clear, a start to the day getting better in time. He shared a bagel with her, smiling, a real smile, while she talked about the evening to come. Part of the day would be missing, for the first time. Part of the day wouldn’t be the same: the comfort, the expected moments that had always been. He didn’t allow those thoughts to creep into his expression. But she knew. As she sipped at her tea, she looked at him over the rim of her mug, giving him that look that all souls entwined knew so very well. The one that said: ‘I know. It’ll be okay.’

He trusted in that. He needed to.

Much of the day was spent with the two of them being together, talking. Occasionally there was a call to be answered, from one of the family who was dearly thanked and then asked about themselves. A visit at the door came, as well, at several points in the day. Their daughter Rianna popped by, to hug her parents and tell her father she loved him. Sister Rachel called, wishing him the best, he asking about her, to be sure she was doing alright. His answer to each of them was: “Things are … okay.”

Then there was a visit from Legion, the two men—as men do—clasping hands, nodding, keeping themselves in check, not from some male need to “be strong,” but rather from an understanding that they were both managing. When asked, he admitted: “Missing her.”

A birthday song was presented by Aria, Keith chuckling at some of the more interesting passages. Her concerned question was answered, “Missing her, but things are … okay.”

Noon came and went, the day being a little bit brighter, a little more promising. Their neighbours came to the fence, to wish him well. He spoke with them both, their conversation milling about many things, many moments, many thoughts. He was asked a question, the answer being: “Missing her, today more than ever. Things are … okay.” They nodded, but knew. Afternoon came sooner than expected. He embraced their neighbours warmly, thanked them, and then turned to look upon their own home. He could just make out her, rushing about within, being busy with things she wanted done for the evening to come.

He entered their home and made his way towards the dining room. Being that this wasn’t the Palace, the space was small, and he stood there watching her gathering her utensils, pacesettings, and more. The phone diverted his attention, Uncle was calling, and a long talk about football did bring a smile. A question was answered: “Doing okay … missing her.”

He intended to go and help with things, but the next call was from his father. It was the most difficult call of all: not because of missing her, not because of it being his father. It was the most difficult because the question was asked, his answer could only be: “Love you, Dad.”

In the past. they had dressed up for dinner. Not this year. It didn’t seem important, didn’t feel, somehow, right to be celebrating even if that celebration would only be known by themselves and no one else. At her call, he walked into the dining room and paused at the doorway.

There should have been two place-settings. There were three: one for the soul missing and there, two for the souls hurting and there. The message was clear. It was one that she’d said before: souls were never missing when they were remembered. He smiled, a real smile, knowing that she’d been missing that smile. Then he opened the bottle of wine, pouring out exactly half a glass. She wasn’t missing, she was there, after all, and she would not be forgotten, especially on this day. She always had exactly one-half a wine glass’s worth, no more, no less.

He expected dinner to be a quiet thing with his Eternal, but instead found himself talking to the one missing … no… that wasn’t right: her glass was there, her place was set; she was, as ever, listening to the conversation; he could see her smile, the knowing look from time to time when he, or his Eternal, tried to dance around her questions. He found himself talking to the one he had missed.

Dinner came to a close, they putting things away. The wine glass remained half-full and was brought to their living room. The Eternals laid together on their couch, words not needing to be said. They looked at the wine glass on the table across from them, thinking about the one missing, yet not. The day wasn’t as sad as he expected; it was better than she had imagined. It wasn’t a feeling of getting through it all, but rather knowing that being missing only meant that one was missed.

None were ever missing from the lives they had brought into being, given life to. None were ever missing from the lives they had touched and taught. None were ever missing from the hearts of those that loved them. They were missed, not missing.

That is the important difference between missing and being missed … always.