Jan 09 2015

A Review of Fanny Fucks The Demon by Scarlett Pen

Fanny Fucks The Demon by Scarlett Pen

Fanny Fucks The Demon by Scarlett Pen

It is not an easy thing to write a hot flash I am well aware of. It’s harder to write one that is, at some point, interesting and more than simply an extended porn movie scene with not a lot else going for it.

But this is a rare thing and I don’t need a calculator to add up the authors that have managed that. The biggest problem is that sex alone does not make a story. Nor does it work when one character can’t stop talking.

  • Title: Fanny Fucks The Demon
  • Author: Scarlett Pen
  • Length: 7 Pages
  • Publishing Date: April 23, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells of:

Fanny Woodmaker gets much more than she bargained for after purchasing a very old coin. It comes with an interesting bonus attached; one that leaves Fanny begging for more.

Fanny buys some old coins, goes to bed, wakes up to find a really ugly demon in bed with her who proceeds to tell her how he became a demon and wants something from her. In a nutshell that’s the story here. There’s no real character development, there is a huge information dump from both Fanny and the Demon which was really not done all that well considering.

Fanny seems to be, in many ways, set up to be the Demon’s plaything in what she looks like and her actions. The Demon himself is sort of interesting in a “cursed by someone famous” sort of way. But the thing is that once the information dump is over, which takes some time, the story goes directly into a lightning quick scene of sex and then the story ends.

It is trying to be a hot flash, but the language the author uses really gives no heat to the story. It’s awkward to read, really needed some more editing, and in the end what could have been something interesting just turns into a very short porn movie scene.

The work ends on sort of a cliffhanger, which I have to assume means there will be a book two or more for this series. But seven pages do not a story make. It is a chapter, a very short one with a lot of information pushed out to set up the rest of the series to come.

It could have been a lot longer, the erotica could have a lot more heat, the characters could have been a lot less wooden, the information giving about them could have been done better, both in tone and manner used.

Several editing mistakes in the work, words appearing that should have not been put where they were. The grammar is odd as well. The characters, especially the demon, talk like they are literally reading their lines from a book. It all combined to make a work that I found hard to read and in the end didn’t really care for.

The only thing in this work that I found was interesting was the curse the Demon was under and what was needed to break it. The problem with that is, looking at what happened here, the curse shouldn’t have been broken in the end. There’s a difference between what the Demon stated was needed for it to be broken and what happened here. There’s a difference between “agreeing” and “manipulating” which, again, caused me problems as well.

I’m giving this work one out of five pitchforks.

Really did nothing for me. If there is a next part to this series I’m not sure I want to take a chance on it honestly. More heat, more heart, more… everything needed here. Please.



Jan 08 2015

Succubi Image of the Week 364

A rather… fangish…image of a Succubus this week on the Tale. I’ve noticed there has been a lot of crossing over between Succubi and vampires of late, Morrigan Aensland is a large part of the inspiration for this I think. Personally I like more Succubi and a lot less vampire when this happens and this image I rather do like for that balance between the two…

Succubus by NeoArtCorE

Succubus by NeoArtCorE

This art of a Succubus is by an artist on DeviantArt called NeoArtCorE, you can find the original page I found this work on here and this artist’s page on DeviantArt is here.

There’s a lot I like, her tail is interesting, quite dangerous really, her horns look right on her as well. But it is the look in her eyes, that expression she has, the clothes she wears that as a whole makes her special I think.

I do admit that I could have done without her fangs, but they are small and barely noticeable, so that, thankfully for me at least, looks really right on her.

But honestly, that outfit really is giving me ideas about writing a medieval times story about a Succubi… Not like in Dungeons and Dragons mind you, but something… interesting…



Jan 07 2015

This must be a new definition of Glamour that I am not aware of…

Devlish Glamour CostumeI think I have a fairly good idea of what glamour means… To me at least. I think that the most important thing is to look seductive, for really without that the rest of what comes with glamour really isn’t all that important is it? But. of course, I could be wrong. However this costume I cannot see making me change my mind one iota…

This is called, in case you were wondering, the Devilish Glamour Women’s Costume and it comes with the dress, the gloves and a pair of horns. Shoes are not included nor is the pitchfork and it sells for $100 US, more or less, depending on what site you find it on.

And I cannot, at all, see what is quite so glamorous in this costume. I can see tacky, I can see a hint of uninspiring, but as for glamorous? I think someone will need to find me a road map in order to find my way to that particular thing.

I don’t care for the horns, the pitchfork is… laughable honestly, the gloves look unfinished and the dress itself is just… wrong. It looks too heavy, the pleating almost seems like it is there to keep spills off the dress.

There is of course no possible way to save this mess, such as it is.

Zero pitchforks out of five.

Not an auspicious beginning to the New Year, but really… What did you expect?



Jan 06 2015

A Review of Taken By The Succubus by Sinn Lee

Taken By The Succubus by Sinn Lee

Taken By The Succubus by Sinn Lee

Somehow, for me at least, there’s a problem with writing a story and not having names for one’s characters within it. I cannot quite understand how a story can be written when names are not shared.

Now, it is said that names have power, and in the case of Succubi that is quite true. Knowing the name of a Succubus does, in some cases, give one an advantage… That is assuming of course, one wants to take advantage. Or be taken advantage of…

The summary tells of:

Wendy hates the town she’s moved into. Recently laid off from the job she moved for, she’s settled for a crappy job she can’t escape. The only solace she finds is that of the blissful pleasure the demon in her dreams can give her. It’s her dark little secret and the only thing that keeps her going. But one day everything changes and she’s able to be taken by the succubus, for real.

A woman dreams every night about a Succubus, one that gives her pleasures and fantasies that are wonderful and more. But then there is a knock at the woman’s door and the Succubus is not a dream anymore.

This is a lovely, passionate story about the discovery of one’s wants and needs in fantasy then becoming reality. The writing I felt was some of this author’d best when it comes to setting up the background of the main character, why she is in the situation she finds herself in, and the dreams that have twined themselves around her.

The Succubus is a lovely creature, the silver horns I thought really worked well with the rest of her form. When she appears in the real world, her human form make me smile, the connection when the main character of the work sees her was instant and certain. She’s a bit dominant, but not in a harmful way. She cares very much about the woman, offers her a future, and then the story moves towards that becoming the new reality.

One thing bothered me however. We never learn the names or either of the two characters in this work. Personally that bothers me because I like to put a name to the image that comes to me when I read a story. Not having that for either character took some of the heat from the work, but not overly so.

The work is a lovely hot flash, the love and passion between the two characters is very clear and in that the story connects things together well.

The Succubus does tell the woman that she will not give her name until the woman gives herself freely and, in truth, that happens by the climax of the work. Then it ends on a bit of a cliffhanger, the Succubus’ name not known, their future not said.

The work really begs, at least for me, for another twenty pages of story to say what comes next, what both of their names are, and more. As the opening chapter to a longer story, it really would work well. Like this the result for me was a bit frustrating.

Four out of five pitchforks.

Names would be nice, a longer story nicer. There is a lot to play with here and I wish that author would do so…



Jan 05 2015

Sparkly Horn Horror Part IIIB By TeraS

Regretfully there’s nothing to add to Sparkly Horn Horror this time, mostly because I have been quite sick the past week or so and it’s hard to write something that makes any sort of sense, or is sexy or seductive for that matter, when you can’t sit at the computer for more than five minutes… So, as such, here’s Part Three as it was last time and I think I’ll be better soon to continue soon…

If you want to read Part One you can find that here on the Tale and Part Two can be found here.


Sparkly Horn Horror
By TeraS



The sound of snapping fingers was accompanied by a slightly miffed tone of voice: “Doc? Uh … could you please tell me where Adam is? Please?”

The question would have been innocent, except that the outfit Abby was wearing consisted of an oversized sweater and a pair of clear plastic stripper heels. Clearly, she was asking not out of innocence, but out of her own needs. And those needs had endangered her needlessly.

Florence pinched her nose: “Abby, what the hell are you still doing here? I know you were released this morning. I signed the forms. Come to think of it, I also told you to get your tail out of here and to go home.”

Abby looked at her feet and scraped the toe of one of her heels on the floor: “Umm … yeah, you did, Doc. But I … well … kind of …”

“Yes, I can see that. Why didn’t you go home, Abby?”

She looked at Florence: “Didn’t … want to.”

A long sigh, then: “Never mind; it’s too late now, anyway.”

Abby looked up in surprise at the tone of voice in those words: “What do you mean by that, Doc?”

“I mean you aren’t going home anytime soon, Abby.”

It took about ten minutes to get Abby up to speed on what was going on, and, at the end, she stood there with an unreadable expression before responding in an eerily calm voice: “So what you are saying is that a friend of yours is sealed up in a room with Adam and she’s fucking him.”

“That’s putting things in a really bad way, Abby. Neither of them are exactly themselves at the moment. You probably wouldn’t even recognize Adam. I can barely recognize Deb, and that’s only because they are the only two in that room.”

“But … she’s fucking him.”

“Not because she wants to. Neither of them wants to.”

“How are you sure? They might want to. She might have set all of this up to get Adam from …”

“Abby, you have got to be kidding. You are trying to tell me that she’d go and get herself in a position where she’s turned into … that thing … for the sake of getting into Adam’s pants?”

“Why not? You don’t know what she’s thinking, or what happened, or why. All you know for sure is that she’s got him and he’s …”

Florence threw up her hands in disgust: “Fine! Yes! Deb is getting the shit fucked out of her by Adam! She’s planned this all along to get into his pants! Are you happy? Is that all that matters to you?”

Abby had the oddest look in her eyes, one that caught Florence and made her worry: “Yes, it does. I don’t care who your friend is, she isn’t good enough for Adam. Actually, neither are you, Doc.”

Florence’s eyes narrowed and she answered with a dangerous tone in her voice: “What do you mean by that, Abby?”

“I know you and Adam were fucking at the nurse’s station. You think I didn’t hear you? You think that I couldn’t tell? You can’t hide that from me, Doc. You …”

Abby was stopped in mid-rant by Florence slapping her, hard, and then it was Florence’s turn: “You think I don’t know you have a doctor fetish? You think that I don’t know you want into Adam’s pants in the worst way? I’ve walked past your room and heard you moaning out his name in the middle of the night! You aren’t fooling anyone!”

Abby was in tears as she screamed: “Fuck you, Doc! What do you care, anyway? You don’t own him, you don’t run his life!”

“No, I don’t! Neither do you! He’s not your pet or toy! Not that you wouldn’t make a great pet at that!”

Abby started to run towards Florence, her hands in fists, meaning to hurt any way she could. How dare she say those things about him!

Before things got much further, John coughed, then interrupted, waving his glasses at the pair: “If you are both done acting like children, perhaps you might think about the fact that you, Florence, have very little time left, and you, Abby, are likely going to be the only one in here when she is no longer capable of thinking about doing anything about this mess you are both in. So, why don’t the two of you get past who’s—as you so eloquently put it—‘fucking’ whom, and get to the question of who’s trying to ‘fuck’ the Realm and how to stop it?”

Abby was the first to speak after the shock of John’s words got through to them: “You just don’t understand. You can’t understand because you’re a … a thing. You have no idea what it feels like.”

Florence was going to say something more, but she bit back the words when she saw the look in John’s eyes and found herself feeling … bad … for him. Shaking her head, she cleared her thoughts and chalked up her emotions over John to being part of this thing that she was starting to suffer from.

It was that. It couldn’t be that she actually felt something for him. He didn’t exist, save in a computer. It was probably better that way.

Somehow, a part of her didn’t really agree with those thoughts. Shaking her head, Florence walked back to her desk and asked: “John, tell me the names of everyone that is here, please.”

“You, Florence; Abby, of course; Adam and Deborah and …” There was a pause, an odd one, then “… and myself.”

“Abby, have you seen anyone else here?”

Turning away with a shake of her head, Abby replied, sighing: “No, I was looking for Adam. I thought I heard his voice here in your office. Thought that … that he was here … with you.”

“I … stupidly had John show me what they were doing. It wasn’t a good idea.”


“Because I started to slip away … felt like I had to go to them and … join in … couldn’t think of anything else.”

Abby twined a finger in her green hair: “Kind of explains why you’re so horny, Doc … Sorry. I know that’s not you. You’re a little too straight-laced to be that horny … reputation or not.”

They shared a look, then Abby asked: “Can I see them?”

John replied to that: “It would be best that Florence not see what is happening.”

Abby nodded: “‘Kay. But you can show me, right?”

He waved his glasses in the direction of a tablet on the desk: “I’ll send a feed to that tablet. But you do not allow Florence to see it. When you are done I will end the feed.”

Abby took the tablet and moved off to the far corner of the office, then held the tablet up: “Okay. Whenever.”

John’s image wavered a moment, then he replied: “Video only, no audio.”

Abby stood there, like a statue, for a good five minutes looking at the video. Florence could see her face—not the tablet, thankfully—and watched Abby’s eyes grow very large as the video started, and then narrow to thin slits when she finally said: “I’ve seen enough.”

Abby put the tablet on the desk again, asking: “Are you sure it’s them?”

“It is. There’s no question. They can’t portal out, nothing can go in.”

“They … they don’t …”

“I know. I said you might not recognize them.”

“Doc, they look … wild. I can’t see John there. I mean he has to be … it’s him … but it isn’t. Not even close.”

Florence leaned against her desk, nudging some papers on the floor with her shoe: “Whatever happens, it’s like who you are gets buried under the need to …”


Florence smiled and wagged a finger: “Truth. Have you ever been with Adam?”

The blush was something to see. It went right up her tail and horns: “I … No, we haven’t. He probably doesn’t even know I exist. I mean, he’s seen me, said “hi” and stuff … just been too scared of asking him to … you know …”

“Fuck your brains out?”

Abby bit her lip and nodded: “Gawd, Doc he’s … perfect. Can’t explain it … I just … can’t stop thinking about him.”

Florence managed a soft laugh: “Oh Abby… I think you might have found your Eternal.”

Abby’s eyes grew wide as saucers and her tail wrapped around her right leg nervously: “You … You think so?”

Florence walked up to Abby: “I’ve seen the signs before. I think so, can’t be sure, of course, but … you’ll know.” The smile left and she turned away: “Tera tells everyone that.”

“You don’t have one, Doc?”

“Never had time to look. He’s out there somewhere—I can feel him—but he’s never made himself known, and I haven’t gone and spent the time to go looking.”

“You know Doc, as smart as you are, you really are a dummy.”

“Probably so … probably so.”

Abby looked out the door thoughtfully, John standing there watching them both: “How do we try to get him and Deb back?”

“There isn’t an answer yet, but we’ll find one somehow. We have to.”

“Yeah. It doesn’t sound like a lot of fun, honestly. Getting the hell fucked out of me forever doesn’t turn me on. Any ideas where to start?”

“Miriam and Tera are trying to find a solution.”

“Well, that’s something.”

“Yeah.” Florence paused, then changed the subject: You know, I’ve never asked, what’s your ‘thing,’ anyway?”

Abby looked confused: “Thing?”

“Medicine is mine. What’s your’s?”

“You’ll laugh. I’m a pink-tail. We’re supposed to be all sex and no brains.”

“You never struck me as no brains. All sex, sure, but you never acted like a total bimbo. Try me.”

The blush came back: “I … have a green thumb. I love flowers and … stuff.”

“Goes with your hair?”

Abby pouted: “That was kind of a mistake with a bottle of magic fertilizer. I was a redhead, once.”

“Green looks better on you.”

Abby had a wistful smile: “Wish Adam would say that.”

Florence didn’t know how to answer, and, in the next moment, Abby was turning and walking to the door.

“Abby? Where are you going?”

She stopped at the door, her hand on the doorframe: “I’m going to see Adam. If I’m going to lose him, lose me, then I’m going to be the one that makes it happen. I’m not gonna wait around for stuff to just happen.”

“Abby, please don’t! That’s being stupid!”

Abby shrugged: “Sorry Doc, you’re not my type. Not really into girls. See ya’.”

As Abby vanished from view, Florence called out for her to stop, to turn around … Abby didn’t reply, and, as the doctor ran after her, she had but one thought: “The stupid things we do for love.”

Abby’s thoughts weren’t all that clear, but she knew one thing: if she was John’s Eternal, she was going to get that slut off of him and put her through a wall to do it. It wasn’t smart, but the anger that had been building inside of her had boiled over.

Elsewhere, Tera and Miriam had been waiting for some time—how long Miriam wasn’t quite clear on—“Um … Tera? How long do we wait?”

“As long as it wants us to. It’s kind of a pain in the tail at times.”

Miriam was going to reply, but was stopped when she noticed something odd that had suddenly appeared in mid-air just in front of her. It was something she never expected when Tera brought her here. It was what appeared to be an old writing quill, green in colour, glowing with a purplish light. When Tera didn’t speak, Miriam asked: “What is that?”

“That is something I have always thought of as the Storyteller of the Realm. To be honest, I don’t even know if it has a name. It’s never told me.”

The quill started to move swiftly, the glow moving from the tip, words appearing as it did so…

Some secrets are never told. Some are. Welcome both: the one that is and the one to be.

Miriam looked at Tera: “What does …”

Tera put her hand over Miriam’s lips to stop her in mid-sentence. Then Tera’s tail held up a sign to her: Be careful what you say. We have little time here and when that glow ends our time is up.

Miriam nodded in understanding as Tera asked: “An old curse has returned to the Realm … the one that almost ended us. We need to know how to stop it.”

The quill replied: The story continues. The loss returns. Remember stories you have been told.

“They are too vague, too unclear. We have little time left. I ask … I plead. Will you give the answer?”

Remember your stories. The answer is there to be found.

Miriam frowned: “This is so confusing. I thought it was going to help us!”

The answer you seek is the one you already know, brightest of the yellow. Find the answer in yourselves.

Tera looked at Miriam, then at the quill, with some concern in her eyes. The glow had faded, just slightly, but it had.

This was the problem with the storyteller. It liked to tell stories, to reveal what it knew, but it never could just come out and answer a question.

To be honest with herself, Tera knew why that was. The storyteller was tied to the Librarian of the Realm and usually took on some of their traits. As Tera didn’t exactly come out and answer questions directly, it took on that trait.

There was an answer, but it was hidden in the pages of a book, a line of a poem, a passage in a scroll … something … somewhere. The problem was coming up with the question in just the right way, the way that would reveal that secret. It was a safeguard, one that made things more complicated and, at least at the moment, very desperately so.

Time was running out, and it seemed that the storyteller had more riddles than answers. They just needed to figure out the answers to the riddles. Or ask the right questions …

Jan 04 2015

A Review of A Succubus In Heat by Eve Wells

A Succubus In Heat by Eve Wells

A Succubus In Heat by Eve Wells

A story about Succubi needs to have heat. It should be erotic of course, but there needs to be the story to bring that heat up and make the story boil at the right moments.

But it’s more important that you edit your story. To fix the mistakes that take away the heat. That kills what otherwise can be something special.

  • Title: A Succubus In Heat
  • Author: Eve Wells
  • Length: 29 Pages
  • Publishing Date: February 10, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells of:

There is something wrong with Lauren. She is spiraling out of control. Her life has become a blur of sex, drugs and lies, but is there something more happening? As her dreams become more intense and otherworldly her darkest desires will finally be set free.

It’s hard to like Lauren, or for that matter, her life which unfolds at the beginning of this work. She is very much a one-dimensional character, as are the others in her life and those that she meets. Much of the beginning has Lauren seeming like she’s in a bad pornographic movie, and some of those moments were rather unsatisfying… Mind you they weren’t all that wonderful for her either.

Her world changes when she encounters a demon in her dreams and she is transformed into a Succubus. I thought the description of her change was well done and her new form was unique and quite different as a Succubus. Red hair, gold skin and silver eyes gave an image in my thoughts that I found very sensual. Lauren, as a Succubus, when her powers were used, was very hot and had a touch of a mind control aspect to them that fit into the story in just the right way to make the heat better still.

It isn’t quite a hot flash, there is more story than something like that would have.The climax of the work was not what I expected and it leads towards what I think is an obvious second work as a series if the author continues this further. There are questions unanswered, but as a whole that didn’t bother me too much as the story itself managed to keep focus on Lauren’s new life as a Succubus and what she becomes, or desires to become.

The writing, at least in the actions of the characters and the erotica itself is well done. The characters are slightly one-dimensional for most of the story but the transformation of Lauren and how she changes over time have lovely heat in them. But in all of the positive aspects of the work, there is a problem. This work should have seen at least one more editing pass to remove several word errors, some tense errors, the capitalization of the word “it” in the middle of a sentence and as well one glaring instance of Lauren’s name being misspelled.

I’m giving this work three and a half out of five pitchforks.

The author needs an editor. Or at least to run their work through a spell check to catch the most obvious errors that appear. But, and this is important, the story itself is very good and has promise in the words that it contains. Silly mistakes take away from that unfortunately. They shouldn’t have.



Jan 03 2015

An interesting pair of Succubus characters on YouTube…

For the first YouTube posting of the new year, I am going to share what is best described as a commercial for a pair of Succubus characters named Arum and Asphodel who can be inserted into video games that someone might be making… To be honest, I would be interested to see what, if anything, anyone has done with the two of them…

If you cannot see the video, please try this link:


And here is a screenshot of the Succubi themselves…

Succubus Twins Character Pack

I find the two of them really some of the best looking anime game Succubi that I have seen in some time. I like that they are not too “over the top” by any means and that they don’t look “evil” by really any stretch of the imagination.

I do realize that they are meant to be sexual beings in whatever game they might appear in, but all of the effects that they appear with seem to me be giving the opportunity for them to be used in a better way than that…

I do hope to see something like that in the future somewhere… Or they might appear in a story…

I have some thoughts about that…