Oct 19 2014

A Review of S.P.I.T. – Sexual Paranormal Incident Team by Nikki Hartless

S.P.I.T. - Sexual Paranormal Incident Team by Nikki Hartless

S.P.I.T. – Sexual Paranormal Incident Team by Nikki Hartless

I wonder sometimes if it is too much to ask that writers have someone edit their stories before they publish them. I mean, you write something and then what makes you not have things checked? Is it because you wrote an erotica work? You don’t have anyone you could trust to read your work and edit? Maybe it’s the thought of just getting your story out so that you can make a little money on it?

Whatever the reason and why ever this happens, with the advent of self-publishing this is really starting to become a problem… Seriously.

  • Title: S.P.I.T. – Sexual Paranormal Incident Team
  • Author: Nikki Hartless
  • Publishing Date: October 18, 2012
  • Length: 16 Pages
  • ISBN: 9781301321087
  • This work at Smashwords.com

The work is described as:

Welcome to S.P.I.T. We are here to help.

Follow the paranormal investigative team as they head to a small New England farm, where the elderly Mr. Wilkes has been visited, and sexually pleased by a sexual spirit…a succubus.

But the team goes in and gets more than they bargained for as the succubus isn’t only satisfied with Mr. Wilkes and they embark on a sexual conquest to defeat the succubus.

The teams’ sexual limits will be tested under the succubus’ sexual energy and all barriers will be broken in this sexual tale that has no limits.

The barrier between the worlds will be shattered and nothing will ever feel the same.

The one thing about this work that gets to me the most is the total lack of an editor taking a look at it. There are tense errors, word errors, mispunctuation, character confusion, loss of plot threads… The list goes on and on. Yes this is a 99 cent book but seriously? Time couldn’t be taken to fix at least the tense of the story shifting back and forward?

Setting that aside, and for me that’s a real struggle, the next thing is how things are so jumbled up in the story. There’s a love interest problem at home for one character, another is trying to keep the succubus with him but get rid of other spirits around him. The succubus herself isn’t anything special really and to be honest I just didn’t care one way or the other about her.

See, the point of this story is a series of sex scenes that are written like the author was in the room with the characters and trying to write out what was going on and the dialog at the same time. All it needed was a Twitter feed and that would have just been perfect…. not.

One sample passage, just to show how jumbled up things are when reading this work:

She pouted but she knew how important it was, she didn’t want him to leave but she had too it was his passion she loved him so she respected Jake’s wishes. That night Jake slept like a baby holding Carle’s tit as she snuggled up close to him taking care of her man, for a split second she felt concerned for Jake it was fear something was going to happen she blew it off and drifted off to sleep. The morning came and the sun shot through the blinds and hit Jake right Square in the eyes, it felt warm on his face he moved side to side as his hand felt the soft supple tit of Carle moaned softly from his touch time to go to work Jake was saying to himself there was a man that needs his help.

Isn’t Carly spelt normally with a ‘y’? The writing is just so awkward, it looks so wrong and honest I felt my thoughts stopping and starting with each line of the story trying to figure out what the author was trying to write. It doesn’t take a lot to fix the words to make them sound better does it?

If the point of this work is really that it is a stroke story, I can’t even call this a lukewarm flash. It’s not hot, it’s not anything close to hot. The heat in it gets squashed by the writing itself because I think the author was either unable to get their thoughts out on the keyboard or worse, they were in such a rush to that it came out in a stream of consciousness. But that didn’t work here and I don’t think it ever does really…

I didn’t enjoy this and I cannot recommend it at all, succubus in the work or not, it just isn’t worth it. If the author could have it edited, work on the characters some, add some real motivation, some better scenes and a lot less testosterone and focus on oral sex… There could be a better and more involved story here…

We’ll never see that I expect however.

This work only gets one pitchfork out of five.

Too many mistakes in the writing, it felt like a train wreck and I don’t like train wrecks.



Oct 18 2014

A cute Morrigan Aensland tribute YouTube

Another Morrigan Aensland tribute YouTube today on the Tale and next week will be one for Lilith as well from the same person on YouTube… I’m okay with the music, but I still think that Morrigan needs… something else.

If you cannot see the video here on the Tale, try this link:


And here is the one image from the video of Morrigan that I think is the best one of them all…

Morrigan Aensland

I’ve not come across this art of Morrigan before and I’m not sure why that is… It is an amazing work, Morrigan is drawn with dignity and grace which are two things that sadly are not often seen in art of her. A neat action pose as well that speaks to her personality as well I think…

I hope to find the complete art…


Oct 17 2014

A Review of The Succubus’ Sub – Session Eleven: Masquerade by John Dylena

The Succubus’ Sub – Session Eleven: Masquerade by John Dylena

The Succubus’ Sub – Session Eleven: Masquerade by John Dylena

Today I am continuing my review of the series The Succubus’ Sub, by John Dylena. You can find the review of the first book in the series here. The second book was reviewed here and the third can be found here. The fourth work’s review can be found here with the fifth book’s review here on the Tale and the sixth was reviewed here. The seventh book was reviewed here and the eighth work in the series here. The review of the ninth work in the series can be found here and the tenth work was reviewed here.

Today’s review will be of the eleventh work in the series which begins book three of Myserra and Brett’s relationship and adventure…

Sometimes we are offered something that we have always wanted. When that moment comes, the questions really begin. What you thought was sure in your thoughts becomes something you need to think about… to experience… to discover within one’s self. It becomes a struggle between what you have and what you desired before.

But then sometimes what you see is only an illusion. Sometimes that illusion is pressed onto us, sometimes others do that for us. The hardest thing to remember is that even in illusions there is a grain of truth. The real challenge comes in knowing what that is and how to find it when you need it…

  • Title: The Succubus’ Sub – Session Eleven: Masquerade
  • Author: John Dylena
  • Length: 29 Pages
  • Publishing Date: October 13, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com


It tells the story of:

Brett and Myserra have returned from their fateful trip to the Atacama Desert and things have returned to normal. Sort of.

One morning Brett doesn’t respond to Myserra’s calls. She finds him with his head buried in his computer and moments later he has a surprise for her: two tickets to the biggest comic book convention in the country.

Only things don’t go according to plan when Brett finds himself in cosplay and not Myserra and while dressed and walking around the convention he meets a woman named Ashley who is very interested in him.

Brett has a surprise for Myserra, and she gives into his request to visit a comic book convention. But with that comes the promise that Brett will pay for his not coming when she called for him and he was “busy”. Brett discovers that the payment will be cosplaying a certain Blood Elf he knows very well while Myserra watches the fun and games unfold. As they do, Brett meets Ashley, the geek girl of his dreams. When the truth comes out, Brett finds that things are getting hotter for him…

One of the things that I enjoyed about this story was the transformation Brett goes through. It isn’t an overbearing magical one, but rather it’s a really nice reflection of what cosplaying is like, what the experience is like, and what happens when you do so. Myserra helps in making things happen, but it’s Brett that gathers himself into being who he appears to be and while that is both uncomfortable and amazing for him, it also allows for Brett to experience something that he never did before. Becoming the centre of attention and in that experience I thought that Brett managed to overcome some of his own fears, but also wrap himself in some of his unspoken desires. Myserra has always been very good at that and this story is no exception to that.

There is a light touch of erotica in the story and it’s just the right amount as not to overcome the overall story but to add to it. There’s a wonderfully hot moment between Brett in cosplay and Myserra when they are alone again that just made me smile as it spoke very well to their relationship and more. As well, towards the end of the work, when Ashley and Brett meet, with Myserra’s blessing, there’s some lovely teasing and playfulness that I thought worked well.

Myserra, for the most part, doesn’t appear as her Succubus-self for long in the story and in truth I think that worked really well. The story was more about Brett’s experiences and as such Myserra needed to be there in the background a bit. She isn’t invisible, not by any means, but she does guide Brett at the right moments and in ways that again show a lovely understanding of a D/s relationship.

Then comes Ashley, and for those that would like to know some of her background, I suggest you read My Succubus Ex-Girlfriend to learn more about her. As much as I like Ashley, and do read that work to see what I mean, there’s a shift in her between that work and this one that I didn’t quite understand at first. By that I mean that her personality… shifts… as the story progresses and for a time in the story it felt a bit odd. At first Ashley acts quite dominant and like Myserra teases Brett, but when she is taken to task, that bravado melts a bit. But with that comes a very interesting reveal, one that I didn’t expect. It’s one that explains a lot about Ashley but it also serves to turn Myserra and Brett’s life in another direction. It also brings into question an earlier reveal about Heather and that one is a mystery that I kept wondering about throughout the story.

With Ashley’s appearance, Myserra and Brett seem to have found something new. A challenge for them both in many ways I think and I do look forward to seeing where that goes. At the same time, there are a couple of questions that are left open that are really important and ones that I think will be driving the story forwards from here.

Wonderful writing, Myserra and Brett are characters that are written with passion, love and understanding. The story told of each learning something they didn’t know about the other and in that comes, I feel, something more for them both in the future. They will be living in interesting times and I do look forwards to see what they encounter next.

I do feel that the shift in Myserra and Brett’s lives at the beginning of the story might have been told a bit more, that part of the work seemed to be a bit rushed and I think that perhaps a little more exposition is needed. But that really is my one concern with the story as a whole and as such it is a minor thing which I think will come back to the story of Myserra and Brett again sometime. Unanswered questions do have a tendency to do that you know…

Four and a half out of five pitchforks.

More than anything this work gave a glimpse into Brett’s own wants and needs in many ways, but it also showed that Myserra knows well that sometimes pushing, teasing, and even dragging Brett by the horns isn’t always what needs to be done. Sometimes you have to just let go and trust. It’s not the easiest of things to do, but it can make things happen that you never expected.

Their world is changing, but there is a mystery as well and it is one that I think will turn into something more than I think it will. I expect it will. Along with that comes a bit of trouble for Brett and where that leads is anyone’s guess…



Oct 16 2014

Succubi Image of the Week 353

I really like art that has personality in it. By that I mean that the character has a smile or expression that makes you wonder about them. It isn’t enough for them to be sexy or just have horns or a tail. It’s always better where there is a story behind the character and that story just seems to be there when you look at the art. I found a work like that that I am sharing on the Tale today…

Phee by Ancalinar

Phee by Ancalinar

Her name is Phee and she is the creation of the artist Ancalinar on DeviantArt. You can find the original page I found this art here and this artist’s site on DeviantArt is here.

Phee was created as a gift to another person on DeviantArt who really liked her and I have to say that I do as well. I think it is a combination of her name and that expression she has that, to me at least, seems to say: “Oh come on… I’m worth it…”

Love her hair, a lovely swoop to it that looks right on her. Her tail is very cute and matches her well too. Her horns I would normally say are a bit too large, but really they work for her and I even like her hooves, mainly because they don’t look odd with the rest of her body.

I do wonder about her story, how she came to be named Phee and what all of that entails. I wonder what her personality is like, though from the gleam in her eyes and that smile I do think she’d be a lot of fun to be with…

A lovely example of the Succubi and one that may inspire a story…



Oct 15 2014

It needs a better pitchfork for one thing…

Fancy Red See Through Sexy Halloween Devil CostumeI know that I will never find the perfect costume… at least it seems that way doesn’t it? Still, sometimes there are some costumes that at least try… Sometimes…

This is called the Fancy Red See Through Sexy Halloween Devil Costume and it comes with the horns, the dress and the pitchfork. Shoes are not included, there is no tail and it lists for $77 US, but can be found for as little as $22 US at many online stores.

Obviously the pitchfork is one of my most disliked ones. It’s cheap, tacky, and honestly would break if you waved it around a little bit vigorously. The horns really do not match the dress either, and that bothers me. It’s obvious that someone found a reasonably nice dress, looked around for what wasn’t selling and then tossed a pair of lousy horns and a worthless pitchfork at it, made up a name for it, and sold it.

Looking at the picture, I wonder if the amount of creativity that was used to add the little bits of dried leaves and twigs at the model’s feet couldn’t have been used to make this costume even slightly better than it is. Overall it really doesn’t have all that much going for it as a creative costume in itself. Mind you, being see-through I’m sure that would have some effect, but what else is there?

When I look at this costume I see a ballerina and really not so much one of the Succubi, or even a Devil Girl for that matter. I do give points for the frills around the hem and over the shoulders not to be over the top or overwhelming, many costumes like this do tend to have that happen.

As a “start here and do something with this” costume, I’m not really seeing much that could be done to make it more Succubish honestly. The horns and pitchfork have to go, that’s a given. There are many better ones that can be found to replace them. Beyond that… I just haven’t much desire for this…

Two out of five pitchforks.

Perhaps as a “last choice when the shelves are bare” but that’s a real maybe.



Oct 14 2014

A Review of Incubus by Angie West

Incubus by Angie West

Incubus by Angie West

A review today of a work that appeared so very long ago, told a wonderful story… But regretfully the author never took the work to the promise it held and into a second story… Nonetheless, it is a touching, heartfelt work that I enjoyed…

But I so wanted to see more…

The question of love is one that asks of you to take a risk. It asks you to make a choice, live with that choice, and if the penalties are awful for doing so… You live with that as well.

  • Title: Incubus
  • Author: Angie West
  • ASIN: B007Q6EFZ2
  • IBSN: 978-1-60088-693-5
  • Publishing Date: November 14, 2011
  • This work at Amazon.com

It is the story of:

Is he her soul mate? Or just after her soul? Savannah met a young boy as a child. Then her friend disappeared only to reappear the night before she graduated high school in a dream. Can she find love and a happily ever after with a sex demon?

Savannah has had a long hard life, but the memories of a boy’s kindness and a moment of passion in a dream continue to haunt her. The dream was but once, and then five years later the man in that dream appears… And then the questions begin.

Savannah herself in an interesting person. Her life, from foster child taken in by a couple with less than honourable thoughts, to her leaving that situation, finding a new life, and making more of herself than she was expected to be I thought told a captivating story. It isn’t just that she gains a better life, its that she still remains true to her own self regardless of the forces that tug on her constantly.

Cairn, the Incubus of the work, represents a kind of Incubus that isn’t as the legends tell him to be and that, again, I found very interesting. He has no horns or tail, but simply is who is appears to be. He does have a secret which when it is revealed at the end of the work, neatly ties all of the mysteries around Savannah. The reasons for his actions, what he was willing to do for her, and what it cost him over time were means to focus his personality and character, bringing them to the fore.

There is an air of mystery, a few little red herrings that make one wonder if Cairn is telling the truth at times, it the lovely exterior is hiding something beneath it which I felt the author played very well as the work progressed.

There are a few lightly erotic moments in the work, but sex scenes are not what matter here. It is the finding of purpose, the discovery of something missing in one’s life, and in the end what that decision means to each of Savannah and Cairn.

With all of the good though comes a bit of a cliff hanger ending, one that I personally would have liked to se the resolution of. It is quite a tease, leaving questions that really do need answers, but they never came and that’s quite a shame for just how vivid a story this was.

The writing is excellent, the characters, not just Savannah and Cairn, but the supporting ones, are fleshed out very well and as the surprises mount, the reasons for them being in the story matters and that made a difference as well.

The work ends both on a promise and a cliff hanger in a way. Savannah asks of Cairn something and he agrees… But the story ends. I really wish it didn’t because that promise would have, I think, taken things to a very interesting place for both of them.

I’ll give this work four out of five pitchforks.

A story of promise, compassion and the forces that pull against them. Dreams hoever cannot be denied and in that comes redemption.

The sad thing is that this story did not continue into a series, which in all honesty it should have. The hints of Cairn’s world would have been a good starting place and with that not happening… It’s a shame.



Oct 13 2014

Traits by TeraS

Her Majesty knows that Storm Clouds and two other stories are … paused … at the moment. But what follows is where her muse took her this week. Being who she is, she wants to apologize. We, on the other hand, get a special treat, and know we will get something more, because that is just one of … well, read on.

–the poet laureate of the Realm



By TeraS


They were sitting at a small table—just large enough for three, at one particular place in the Realm—watching the world—or, rather, the citizens of the Realm—pass by. Neither of them were one of the succubi or incubi, however. They were a pair of scholars that had come to the Realm asking that they might have the opportunity to visit and observe.

They had seen the Portal: the Library, of course. A long visit to the shores of the Lake of Fire seemed to pass in moments, but was, in fact, days which they had barely noticed go by. There was also a tour of the Hall of Sate—but of course—to see the throne there, and to wonder why, so they were told, it was barely used. A reflective walk throughout the range of the AngelKitty Mountains was followed by a quiet, measured pace as they walked past Remembrance Park. A perking of their ears as they passed through the Halls of Learning, a quizzical look at the Place of Becoming.

The last place they saw, long after all of the rest of the Realm, was Tera’s own home, the Royal Palace. They had assumed that royalty, being royalty, would not bother with them; they were, quite obviously, only scholars, no one important really, and they expected to just pass by, having a look from the outside, to wonder about the home, and those that lived within, and so on.

Things did not quite turn out that way.

A warm voice greeted each of them by name, pronouncing their names in their own language, flawlessly. This, of course, caught their attention, and they found themselves in the presence of the Queen herself, Tera.

They had been told, many times, by many beings, that she wasn’t what they would expect her to be. They had expected the typical aloofness of royalty: the slightly bored expression, a meagre hand wave of dismissal, and nothing else. They never could quite explain what drew their attention next. It might have been the dazzling smile, one that seemed like she was seeing dear friends again. Or perhaps it was her oh-so green eyes. It might have been that she hadn’t put on “royal airs.” It could have been the long red jacket, with her bandeau top. Or just perhaps it was the swisch of her long, red tail waving at them.

Then again, it also could have been the small basket she carried with her, which had the aroma of freshly baked cookies.

Whatever the thing was that made them pause, in the next moment Tera had walked up to them both, embraced them, and then offered the basket to them, as a gift, asking if they would care to spend some time with her.

It wasn’t an order, or a request. It was … concern. They hadn’t been looking after themselves, not at all, since they had arrived, and it appeared that Tera was worried about them. This wouldn’t have been a surprise to citizens of the Realm, but it was to them, because in all of the places they had traveled, those that held power always seemed to only tolerate them, wanting them to leave as soon as they could.

Tera … just didn’t seem to have that attitude.

Having no real reason to say “no,” and seeing this as an opportunity to see the Queen of the Succubi, as well, they didn’t hesitate long. It wouldn’t have been proper. And so, moments later, they found themselves sitting on a heart shaped patio in front of Tera’s home. Tera had offered them both places to sit and then, again, shockingly—as it simply wasn’t done elsewhere—she had gone inside, come back out with refreshments, and served—again, something completely unexpected. What has more so was that, when Tera had poured the tea and unwrapped the cookies, she took a spot not on the other side of the table from them, but directly between them both.

The next moments were, they had to admit, awkward. They all partook of the offered repast, and then Tera smiled, placed her tea cup on the table, and asked, quite simply: “What would you like to know?” The visitors were dumbfounded.

Still, they recovered themselves, and what followed was possibly the most engaging, interesting, and challenging conversation they would ever have. Questions they expected could not be answered were, thoughts were posed that they had never thought of. It was clear, after several hours and several kettles of tea, that the Queen of the Succubi was more than she appeared to be. It was meant as a compliment, and taken as such by her, when they called her a theologian at one point. She demurred at the compliment, shrugging it off by insisting she was just being who she was and nothing more.

This, again, was something they did not expect.

When the sun started to go down and the light began to fade, they made to go, but Tera would not hear of them wandering off in the middle of the night and bid them both to stay. Her Eternal would be home soon, and they would be honoured to have them as guests for dinner. They told her that the honour was their’s, but, again, she waved that off, saying that her manners would never do well with that. To share in a meal was not doing honour, it was something more than that. They couldn’t find the fault in that, and at this point they were starting to see that their own views needed some adjusting.

Keith, Tera’s Eternal, came home soon after. They expected a gruff, protective, overbearing King. A mirror image of the Queen, for there had to be a balance. Again, they did not expect that he was as forthright, pleasant, and accommodating as Tera was. Being that the two were the rulers of the Realm, again, the scholars expected they would not show anything but the proper image of a Queen and King. What they saw was a couple in love, that had been for ages, too many to count, and it was quite obvious that their love had not faded, not changed, but was strong, vibrant, and that, more than anything, it made them who they were.

The evening passed with conversation, a meal prepared by their hosts, and more discussion on topics and subjects that showed that they were much more than just the faces of the Realm, they were its soul, as well. The night came fully, the scholars finding themselves in the kitchen with their hosts, laughing and talking over some cheesecake and apple pie. They found it quaint when Tera would poke her fork into some of the cheesecake and then thrust it at her Eternal to make her point. His response was to touch her hand lightly, pop the offered, so he said, “delicacy” into his mouth, and then chew on it, which always brought a bemused smile to Tera.

It became quite late, and they expressed they should leave, but again, their hosts would not hear of this, and the visitors found themselves in a guest room off in one of the wings of the palace. They looked on the walls of the room and saw several pictures of their hosts with all kinds of beings, all of them smiling, waving at the camera, sometimes the guests putting horns with their fingers on the sides of their heads, sometimes holding bunny ears with their fingers over the heads of their hosts.

The night passed peacefully for them both—again something they did not expect, being that, as the stories told, succubi and incubi could visit in one’s dreams. It was quite clear the following morning when they awoke that they needed to have a long discussion over something very central to their understanding of this place. Long before their hosts awoke, the two scholars were back at the patio table, looking at the Realm passing by and talking about what they had experienced. But it wasn’t the Realm, with its many sights and sounds, they discussed.

The question was just what the traits of Tera, the Queen of the Succubi, were.

They had each written down a series of words to try and describe her on a sheet of paper. That took quite some time, but the real problem was trying to focus the traits into a short series of words—six of them, to be precise.

What were the traits of the Queen of the Succubi?

The most obvious one was that she was sensual. She did not flaunt her sexuality, press it upon others, drive them to their knees to see that she was. Being sensual to her was like breathing; it simply was part of her. It was not all she was; it never would be. It did not, could not, be the label that one could use to define her completely.

Poised, as well, was just as plain to see. She was composed and self-assured, but she did not lord that over others. She offered that poise, that ability within her, to others, and, in doing so, brought her poise into sharper relief. She was elegant even when she was at her most casual. Poise was not, for her, what she wore, or was seen to be, but was, again, part of her.

To call her gracious would be an understatement. Courteous, kind to a fault perhaps, with impeccable manners, but not because she had to be; because it was who she was. Her thoughts were always of the other, not of herself, and giving was, in itself, one of her most cherished joys. Again it could not define her fully, but only a sliver of her.

She was always loving. There was a place for anyone and everyone in her life. When she smiled and offered her love, it was unconditionally so. There were no strings attached or price to pay. She loved fully and completely without asking for anything in return. A promise of love from her was for always. This told much of her, but, again, not all of the story.

Caring went hand-in-hand with all that she was. One felt like the only one in the universe when she looked at, spoke with, or was simply with one. She offered hope, promise, the belief not in herself, but in whoever she was with. Kindness and concern were in her eyes always. She was, they found when they thought about this point, a caring and invaluable friend. This was also a large part of her, but not the single thing that could say it all.

Self-Effacing to a fault: her demeanour was gracious, polite, retiring and, most amazing of all, modest. She did not look for attention for herself,  but was more happy to give that attention to others, to be off to the side, a smile on her lips and the knowledge that she had done well by them. Possibly her greatest asset—or her largest fault, according to her own admission—but then that was not a surprise. It told much about her, but the story was still not complete.

They both looked at the list for quite some time before they heard her voice. They looked up, and Tera greeted them both once more. Ever the hostess, she had some fresh muffins and coffee for them both and asked how their night was. The conversation went on for some time and then, just before she went back inside of the palace to finish up breakfast for them, the two looked to Tera to solve their dilemma.

“Ma’am, we have a question …”

“Please, Tera, if you would …”

Tera paused and turned around to look at them both, a playful smile on her lips: “How can I help you?”

The two looked at each other, then one asked: “How would you describe your traits?”

Tera didn’t hesitate: “All I am, ever will be, is succubi.”

She winked, and then the pair were left alone with their now-single list, and they examined it once more. The list was folded up and a single word was written on the top of the folded paper which held the six traits, a single word which they thought explained Tera well, on top of the dozens and dozens more they had thought of. A single word was written on the paper, to seal the list within the folded page: