Jun 22 2014

A Review of Hotter than Hell by Jemma Chase

Hotter than Hell by Jemma Chase

Hotter than Hell by Jemma Chase

A sightly different story to review this time on the Tale. It’s not so much a story about a Succubus than it is about two beings trying to find reasons. In the end the reasons they seek turn out to be very close to home in a lot of ways and in the end some truths they both learn.

As well, it isn’t a work of erotica so much as a mystery to be solved. Story with erotica is so much better than erotica alone by far.

  • Title: Hotter than Hell
  • Author: Jemma Chase
  • Publishing Date: October 16, 2011
  • Length: 11 Pages
  • ISBN: 9781619379633
  • This work at Smashwords

The work tells the story of:

It’s summertime in Phoenix, Arizona, meaning it’s hotter than hell. So when Ruby Prince walks into the Private Investigator Nicholas Masters’ offices bundled up like she’s in Nome, Alaska, Nick thinks she’s crazy. But what Ruby wants is to find someplace truly hotter than Hell, and what Nick discovers changes his life…forever.

This is an example of the kind of story that I like more than anything else. There are two characters that are real from the beginning, a situation that isn’t over the top or beyond the impossible, and what happens from that first moment is the core of the story. It’s about discovery, understanding and in the end, acceptance of the impossible.

Ruby may not be a Succubus. I say may because there really isn’t any real evidence that she is one save what she does to Nick just by being near him. Whether that is because of her nature or something more, she likes sex and isn’t afraid to say so and take control of a situation when it comes. She has no horns or tail either, but in this universe it makes some sense that she wouldn’t. Who she is, what that means and then the why and how of her being where she is really struck me as being something special.

There is a little film noir attitude in this work, but it’s more in Nick’s character and how he is described, otherwise it is set in the modern world. I enjoyed Ruby’s attitude, how she told just enough but not everything to Nick, leaving him to connect the dots and come to a conclusion.

When that moment comes, he makes a choice and the way he does, the reasoning behind it, and how the story comes to its conclusion, are amazing. You can sometimes do anything for the right person for the right reasons, in this case especially so.

The other thing that I thought was unique was Ruby’s reality, where she came from, her parents, and how everything connected together. Much of it I didn’t expect, but the last page of the work, where the future is told for the two of them just made me want more. There is closure to the story, but in truth I can see so much more that could be told about the two of them.

Sadly, this work has been available for some time now and there hasn’t been another story about them since this one. It’s a shame and I wish that wasn’t true… But I’ll hope for something someday…

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

Just wonderfully written, loved Ruby more than I can say, and really a heart-warming story in more ways than one.



Jun 21 2014

A cute Morrigan Aensland work in progress YouTube…

I have a thing for pastel art… I’m not sure what it is exactly, but I just really like art that has that look about it. I found a lovely piece of Morrigan Aensland art that does not get quite finished, but even though it is not, I really like it…

And if you cannot see it on the Tale:


And a screenshot of the image towards the end of the video…

Morrigan Aensland WIP by AdiFish

Yes it is unfinished, but really there is just something about this work that catches my eye… Perhaps it is the brushstrokes of Morrigan’s unfinished form or the overall pose, but whatever it is, I just think it is wonderful…



Jun 20 2014

A Review of After Her Death by Laran Mithras

After Her Death by Laran Mithras

After Her Death by Laran Mithras

I have problems with stories that centre mainly on horror or mix that with other themes such as erotica. While they might not actually come together in the story itself, I find that any heat that develops for me in the erotica gets washed away by the horror. Sometimes I have to set aside the possibility of erotica for the strength of the horror that is the rest of the story.

That in itself is not a bad thing and in general it can work out very well for those that can do so. But I find it very hard to manage to keep things in perspective sometimes when the horror is a little too much so for my own personal taste.

  • Title: After Her Death
  • Author: Laran Mithras
  • Publishing Date: February 4, 2013
  • Length: 17 Pages
  • ASIN: B00BBL1Q50
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells about:

Dorothy sells a widower a reputedly haunted home. She yearns to be loved and cared for but is trapped in a loveless marriage. She looks to the lonely man and strives to make a connection with him before he withdraws into his equally lonely Victorian.

Randy loses his wife to a drunk driver and sets off to fulfill their retirement dream of seclusion in some dying town away from the crowd. He knows the overgrown Victorian no one wants to buy is the house for him. But he loses himself inside the house and realizes he cannot cope with the loss of his wife.

He knows both he and Dorothy could use the comfort and support each other could provide, but it is too soon after his loss, and the Victorian has other ideas. As his nightmares worsen, the house makes a move to consume him before Dorothy can intervene.

The story does tend towards the horror side of things at least for me with the occasional bit of erotica appearing. There is a Succubus of a sort in this work, but again she tends towards the horror aspects rather than the erotic ones overall. That is not to say there are not some good erotic moments in this work, not by any means. It is simply that for me at least they are overwhelmed by the horror of the story.

There are many many things that just make this work hard to read for me, one of the main ones is Randy himself in that the darkness settles over him and in doing so it envelopes everyone else around him. There is a huge sense of loss, of not being able to continue on. It makes all of the moments between himself and Dorothy poorer and strained.

In that comes a feeling that there is no hope, no glimmer of anything like it. I find that hard to take and as such the work just didn’t connect with me that I could enjoy it. The writing is very good, the characters as well… But a story of loss and that mixed with horror just is a little too much for my liking.

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

I just could not find my way into the story as much as I wanted to do so. That likely has everything to do with my not really enjoying horror all that much. As such, for me I didn’t enjoy it all that much. For others that enjoy some horror with their suspense, this probably would be liked more I would expect…



Jun 19 2014

Succubi Image of the Week 336

Not all Succubi have horns and or tails of course… While that is a personal preference there are some works of Succubus art that give me pause to wonder about them. Many times it is the look in her eyes, what she is doing at that moment, or the questions of who she might represent…

And every once in a while it can be something as simple as a slice of apple…

White Succubus by Solomandra

White Succubus by Solomandra

This is called White Succubus, and is by an artist on DeviantArt named Solomandra. You can find the original page with this work here and this artist’s page on DeviantArt is here as well…

This is a really unique image in a lot of ways… The detail is amazing in her expression, eyes, skin, the texture of her hair, the fabric of her clothing. There is so much to look at as a whole, but looking at all of the little touches that give her so much personality makes this something much more…

I love her outfit, it is just the right mix of sensuality and personality. Her wings being a match and part of her overall colours is lovely, the seeping of red there and elsewhere in the work I think hints at her… other side shall we say. There is beauty here, but within it also comes a hint of the wildness that is also part of her.

I wish she had a tail… horns too I admit just to have the overall effect of them, but as well I look at this art and she really does not need those touches for the personality that she has…

I don’t see her to be evil, and that isn’t just in her colours. Her expression and how she is slightly hunched over puts the thought into my mind that she has been rejected many times for false reasons and this time she still has the hope of things being different.

The apple seems like temptation here in the sea of white. A speck of red that draws you closer to taste of it and find her truths…

Another story idea?

Lovely art and please do visit this artist’s site!



Jun 18 2014

This corset might give me an idea…

Flame CorsetAs most that know me are aware, there is very little costume-wise that I think isn’t mostly trashy. As such, when I find something that I like, and like quite a lot, then my thoughts turn to how exactly that might be Succubish…

And I think this qualifies…

This is simply called a Flame Corset which is described as being a side zip with soft boning and a lace up back for that “perfect fit.”

And it sells for a reasonable $40 US on the sites I have found it on…

It seems like whomever designed this corset actually took some time to come up with a flame pattern that looks good, which is rare. The red accents do not overpower the flame pattern either which is also nice to see.

But most of all, it isn’t trashy, silly or worse. That makes this quite attractive to me. It really isn’t bad and I have to admit that the shiny skin-tight pants the model is wearing does give me a lot of interesting ideas for a Succubi costume…

It does need one other thing however, a pair of horns and next week I’m going to share something I found that I think would be just the perfect accessory to this corset…

But that’s next week…

I’ll give this four out of five pitchforks.

Not trashy, actually does look sexy, and it is giving me ideas…

So that has to count for something doesn’t it?




Jun 17 2014

A Review of Changeling by Gulliver Noir

Changeling by Gulliver Noir

Changeling by Gulliver Noir

There’s something that bothers me in stories about Succubi. More accurately what concerns me are stories where one of the characters is, in a way, a Succubus, and for a good deal of the story they are sexual beings who bring fantasies to life and are known as such in the universe they appear in.

What bothers me is when that story path goes off the rails somewhat and turns into something that’s more tending towards horror than it is erotica. While that might be for some a thing they enjoy, for me it’s a rather difficult thing to deal with. Especially when the work starts out so very well.

  • Title: Changeling
  • Author: Gulliver Noir
  • Length: 30 Pages
  • Format: eBook
  • ASIN: B00IKTSV04
  • Publishing Date: February 20, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells of:

The Girl with Green Eyes. Urban myth, or modern day succubus? Meeting Green Eyes means mind-blowing, toe-curling, soul-shattering sex with the girl of your dreams, wherever and whenever she might find you. The only catch? You’ll never see her again. Green Eye stories are everywhere—she’s a cultural milestone, an urban legend, and as it turns out, 100 percent real.

As a soon-to-be Ph.D in sexology, Clyde is prepared to go the distance with Green Eyes, to penetrate the mystery of the busty, caramel-colored girl in the library, uncovering a world beyond his imagination.

Because for Clyde, Green Eyes comes back to finish what she started.

Clyde has a problem, rather a huge one and the Girl with Green Eyes appears to help him with it. But things don’t quite go as the legends say and she promises that he will see her again. And he does with some quite serious consequences for them both.

As a whole, this story is really very interesting, not just for the erotica in it, but the story itself, the myth of the Girl with Green Eyes and what happens to Clyde. At the beginning, the story has some delicious heat in it which is then followed by a mystery to solve. What happens after that is sort of closure for Clyde but it opens up a new future for him.

All of this is told well, is gripping, and the work is a page turner. The problem comes, for me, when the story moves away from the mystery and erotica into pain and suffering which really does nothing for me at all. While that is part of the story, I found it hard to read and it took away what enjoyment I had from the rest of the tale.

That is all the worse for the universe itself because the questions about Maya, the Girl with Green Eyes are many. Some of them are answered in an tangental way, but many questions remain to be answered which needs another book to do so. What she is also isn’t quite clear though some interesting theories are told by Clyde as he learns about her. Is she a Succubus? Well, in many ways she is, but then she also, as Clyde notes, fills in many other myths and legends, ancient and modern.

But as much as I liked the story, the sudden turn of events at the climax just before the work draws to a close are troublesome. I cannot quite connect the dots from where the story began to where it ends. Going from erotica to suffering… Just doesn’t work for me well.

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

I’m not sure that the best place for this story to go was where it ended up. Now, there is a note at the end of it that the author is working on a sequel, or part two and I think I will read it. There are a lot of questions they have set out in this story and I’d like to see some of the answers appear. As it is now, it just didn’t end satisfyingly for me. And I wish that it didn’t.



Jun 16 2014

Storm Clouds 202 by TeraS

Back to Jane and John … Let’s see if I can get things going with them again, too …

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.


Storm Clouds 202
Chapter 34
By TeraS


The calendar hung from the wall by a single red thumbtack. A series of red slashes were drawn through several of the dates on it, but not all of them. There were still many more to go.

Jane stood there looking at it and then began counting the days left, turning the calendar over as she did so, finally coming to the date marked with a blue circle. She noted that there were still two and a half months to go before the dance.

One way or the other, she was going to see to it that John made it there.

“Whatcha thinking?”

She turned away from the calendar and looked at John as he hobbled into the room. She knew he was making progress, slow but steady. He didn’t see it that way. That had to change.

“I’m thinking about going to the dress maker tomorrow and getting something special made.”

He shook his head: “I’m not going to make it. Docs say that they won’t let me out for another six months and it’ll be another year of therapy before they know…”

Jane stalked towards him, her heels clicking on the tile floor: “By the end of this week, you’re going to be walking better. By the end of next week, you’re not going to be walking with that cane. The end of next month? You’re going to be running on a treadmill.”

John shifted, putting more weight on the cane as he did so: “So, if you’re right, then by the end of this week, you’re going to be slow dancing like a pro. By the end of next week, you’re going to be ballroom dancing. And next month? I expect the cha-cha and some tango.”

Jane stopped just in front of him: “Deal.”

John shot a look at her: “What?”

“It’s going to happen. I’ve taken time off from my job. I don’t have to go back for three months. I’ve gotten permission to be with you every day and get your ass in gear, John. You aren’t getting out of the date.”

“Who says so?”

“I do.”

“Jane, I’m not. I’ll take you wherever you want, any place in town, it’s yours;, just say. But we aren’t going to that dance.”

She poked a slim finger into his chest: “Why? Is this some kind of macho man thing that you firemen do? Can’t be seen as anything less than perfect?”

John didn’t answer, which told Jane all she needed to know. She moved her finger underneath his chin, making John look at her: “Tell me what you are thinking, John. You’ve been fighting me every step of the way. Why?”

He moved his free hand to take Jane’s and lower it from his chin: “Truth is, I don’t understand why you are sticking around. You’re … damn it … a dream. You probably could have a dozen men wrapped around your finger, doing whatever you want. And you’re here. Why?”

Jane didn’t look away, her eyes held on John’s: “There’s a difference between lust and love, John. I know the difference. I know who’s real and who’s a fraud. I know … things. I know you aren’t sure that I’ll be here every day. I know that. I understand that. Thing is, as frustrating as you are …”

The pause was a long one, Jane trying to put her truth out in the open, but John interrupted: “If you tell me you love me … be sure. You can’t take that back.”

Jane nodded: “Someone special once told me about the first time she met her Eternal.”

John arched an eyebrow. He could hear the capitalization in that word, hear how Jane put so much emotion into it.

“She told him to be careful who he gave his soul to; he would never get it back.”

John nodded: “Sounds right … seems right.”

Jane sighed: “I know what I know, John, but I won’t say the words right now. Still, I promise you this: at that dance, on that dance floor, when the floor is ours and ours alone … I am going to be sure, and you are too.”

John looked at his cane: “How long?”

“Two and a half months.”

“A lot can happen in that time.”

“I hope so.”

He looked at her again: “Me too.”

She smiled: “Let’s go. The exercise room is open. We’ve got a lot to do today.”

He had thought that Jane would be just watching and encouraging him as he had done for the past week and a half, but today … today was different. When they entered, there was no one else there. Jane closed the door behind them, and then picked up a nurse’s cap that was sitting on a table by the door.

“Where’s the help?”

“Not going to be here today. It’s the weekend, they’re all off, but we’re not. So, I’m going to be the one pushing you. I’ll be back in a sec.”

With that, Jane walked away from John and entered a back room. She emerged a few minutes later in a t-shirt and shorts, the cap in her hair and running shoes on her toes.

John couldn’t help thinking about what she would look like in a nurse’s uniform and had to turn away—The embarrassment on his face quite clear.

“Out with it.”


“No, tell me what you’re thinking, John. I want to know.”

John looked at her: “You’ll just walk out on me.”

“I said I’m not leaving.”

He sighed: “I had … an image of you looking like a nurse just now.”

She smirked: “And?”

He looked away: “You know, I keep thinking about you in that black dress, and now I have a fantasy about you looking like a nurse. You really are trouble, aren’t you?”

Jane walked up to him, pressing her chest against his back, wrapping her arms around his waist. There was a purr in her voice that reached down deeply inside of John: “I’ll keep that fantasy in mind. It’ll be worth your while.”

“God. You are evil, aren’t you?”

She kissed the back of his neck: “Not evil … mischievous.”

Six hours later, John was aching all over as the weights came down for the final time.

“You are a slave driver. I haven’t hurt this much since the academy.”

Jane was looking at a clipboard: “No pain, no gain. You managed about ten percent more today. You’re getting better John.”

“Can’t keep going like this every day.”

She put the clipboard down: “Oh … I think I can find an incentive for you.”

“Do I really want to know?”

Jane didn’t say anything; instead she helped John to stand, then walked with him over towards the showers: “Go; take a shower; come out when you’re done.”

Throughout the shower, John worried. He worried that Jane was going to do something stupid when he came out that would embarrass them both. The thing was—and he found himself not wanting to admit it—he had flashes of fantasies about Jane that got to him … badly.

He didn’t get out of the shower until the water turned very cold. When he did come out, Jane was standing there, tapping her foot: “It’s about …”

John had only wrapped a towel around his waist and Jane got a really good look at him. He looked away, embarrassed that he didn’t use the robes that were there.


Jane ran her tongue over her lips: “Oh … it’s … fine. Just … fine.”

She pointed at a small stack of clothes and then moved towards the shower: “I’m going to use that shower Go get changed. I won’t be as long as you were.”

John had the distinct feeling that Jane knew exactly why it took him so long in the shower. “It’s … the water is freezing.”

She snorted, grabbing a small bag as she marched past him: “That’s why I won’t be long.”

She wasn’t, and, when she came out, her hair was in a ponytail, a fuzzy orange sweater was hugging her curves, and … to be honest, the rest of what she was wearing didn’t register to John.

She smiled: “Cat got your tongue?”

He picked up his cane: “Cat’s got nothing on Jane.”

“Good answer.”

She slipped her arm around his and they walked from the exercise room back to his room.

“So, no black dress for your dance lessons tonight?”

“Not going to be dancing tonight John.”

“What are you planning?”

“You and I are going to have dinner in your room, and then we’re going to talk. If we’re both lucky, we’re going to be spending the night together.”

John didn’t know what to say about that … but found himself thinking that Jane was wrong: she wasn’t mischievous. And that little spark within him, that one that he’d kept locked away where no one would be able to get to it… glowed a little brighter.

It matched a spark within Jane herself.