Jul 06 2014

A Review of La Petite Mort by Miranda Schnack

La Petite Mort by Miranda Schnack

La Petite Mort by Miranda Schnack

Another work I am reviewing this week that has an Incubus as one of the main characters of the story. While this is a rather short tale, there is still quite a lot to like in it. It’s a moment in time where a decision is made but the repercussions are not clearly understood until it is far, far too late.

  • Title: La Petite Mort
  • Author: Miranda Schnack
  • Publishing Date: June 29, 2012
  • Length: 5 Pages
  • ASIN: B008G6J3KI
  • This work at Amazon.com

It tells the story of:

Unfulfilled desire fueled the passions of the Incubus, the old crones said, and with his arrival, death was certain to follow.

Claudette knew the price one would pay, had internalized the warnings all her life. Still, endless nights of unrequited desire, of passions left to rot was more than she could bear…

This work is, quite simply, what I call a “hot flash.” A bit of setup, introduce the characters and then straight into the sex scene. Which is what this story is about really. The Incubus at first teases Claudette and slowly drags her towards what is, really, an inevitable fate.

The Incubus is that of the classical one in that he is evil, moves her towards her needs that have been building in her for sometime, and then takes her page after page. To be honest that sounds better than it actually is for a few important reasons.

The first one is that, for whatever reason, be it the author or Amazon’s formatting of the story, paragraphs are jammed together, spaces are missing between sentences, and there are other minor nits in the grammar and structure that I found took me out of the story quite often.

The second is that, it is all tell. The Incubus tells us about Claudette, about her life, about what she feels, what he will do to her, and so on. There isn’t really a lot of Claudette’s own thoughts save her reactions to the Incubus’ playing with her body and mind. That would be alright, but here that devolves into moans, cries and pleading more than anything else.

After a while, that just lessens the impact of the story as a whole for me. I understand that Incubi, and for that matter, Succubi, are sexual beings. But in truth aren’t they or can’t they be more than that?

One last thing that bothered me was that the end of the story was telegraphed from the first paragraph of this work. All of the truths about the Incubi are repeated over and over again which leads to a point in the story where the work just devolved into the taking of Claudette and nothing more.

It’s… unsatisfying really…

Two and a half pitchforks out of five.

Not the worst thing I have read, and I have seen much worse. It’s a shame that the story is so very short. I think that it would be a good core of a story, but it isn’t a complete story on its own. That’s a shame I think.



Jul 05 2014

A Warcraft Succubus Art YouTube…

It’s not often that a Warcraft Succubus appears on the Tale. I just don’t care for them very much and the main reason is their hooves, but that, as they say, is another story. I have however found a neat piece of art and a YouTube that goes with it and so….

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


You can also see the completed art at the artist’s DeviantArt site here.

Warcraft Succubus by Pupsie

Warcraft Succubus by Pupsie

There really aren’t many images of the Warcraft Succubus that have some sexuality in them and don’t dwell on her more violent side. There is a hint of that here, but it is, I think, overcome by her pose, her expression and the mood of the art itself.

She’s not quite completely seductive, not quite, but there is a lovely hint of what she could have been if she had been allowed to be more Succubus than monster. Perhaps sometime that might actually happen in Warcraft… But somehow I doubt it ever will.

Still.. this art has given me some thoughts about a story about her…



Jul 04 2014

A Review of Succubus Academy by Jacqueline Sweet

Succubus Academy by Jacqueline Sweet

Succubus Academy by Jacqueline Sweet

Today I am continuing my review of the Reluctant Succubus series by Jacqueline Sweet by reviewing the third work in the series: Succubus Academy. You can find my review of the first book in this series, Devour, here on the Tale and the second work Succubus Kissing Booth can be found here on the Tale as well.

Darkness is something that each of us carries with them. There are many ways to deal with it however. You might be able to ignore it, at least for a time. You might be able to control it, but how long is the question. You could give in to it… But what does that say about you? In the end how you deal with it means more than you can know.

Even the Queen of the Succubi knows that.

The work tells of:

Caught between hunger and love, Sarah Mayhew searches for control. The darkness within her rages and brings her ever closer to oblivion. The demon No Name offers a solution, but it comes at a terrible price.

With the help of the demon and her sometimes-boyfriend, sometimes-sex slave Alec, Sarah travels to the shadowy world of Erebus, to the Palace of Sighs, where the Succubus Queen awaits. The Succubus Academy offers Sarah the only chance she has to master her powers and to contain her desire, but is she already too far gone for help?

Sarah finds that the darkness within her is growing and with that comes the realization that she’s losing herself to it piece by seductive piece. Her control is slipping, she’s threatened Alec’s soul, and then the demon she called for help offers a chance. Her name is Tera. But is that help offered help or something else?

Sarah’s continuing transformation towards being a Succubus took some unexpected paths and with that came some reveals that explained some of the why of what’s happened to her. With that came many moments when her control slipped, or faltered, but also came two truths that she managed to hold within her. One within, one without. Those truths are bent, torn, and brought to their knees as much as Sarah is.

Sarah’s path through this part of her story I felt was really never in her control, and because it wasn’t, that meant that a lot of the events that came were bound to happen. She was led to Tera, she was forced to make choices. Her darkness kept pushing her towards what it wanted and not what was the best thing for her. To say she was unlucky at every turn really isn’t an exaggeration. Things spiralled out of control in ways that just made things worse with each turn for her. But in spite of everything that she has to suffer through, Sarah remands, at her core, a decent, good person with a heart and that mattered.

I loved the world of the Succubi the author created in many ways. There’s a lovely undertone of seduction, mystery and dominance that I thought worked very well as a whole. I liked the two Succubi that Sarah encounters, they were some of the most interesting Succubi characters I have seen in some time. They represent aspects that aren’t seen often and I was really pleased to see them. I also loved the description of some of the teaching rooms, and honestly those, more than anything else, made me smile and wonder about them. Really the entire Succubi realm was wonderfully told and just fascinated me and left me wanting to see more of it.

I did mention that the Queen of the Succubi is named Tera, and I’ll explain why that is a little later on in the review. She is, for me, in a lot of ways, what a Succubi Queen should be, and I will admit to a massive bias on my enjoyment of her, how she presents herself and acts. She’s revealed in a way that paints a wonderful picture of who she is, what she represents and, more interestingly, she offers a view of the Succubi that connects a lot of the series to this point. She also reveals to Sarah a lot about herself and in doing so also explains why the darkness in Sarah is so powerful and consuming.

Tera is a means to give reason to what’s happening to Sarah, a means for some very hot Succubi mind control, dominance, and seduction that builds upon everything that Sarah’s abilities have hinted at. It also tells a story that I honestly didn’t expect and a background to the events of the series so far that I didn’t see coming. That reveal was really well done, but left me trying to piece together Tera’s actions and as well what Sarah does as a result. Tera is complex, mysterious and leaves a lot of questions in her wake. I hope they will be answered sometime for they tug at me very much.

I have the feeling that Sarah is being manipulated in a lot of ways by a lot of different beings. She’s being shaped to become something she isn’t, to give herself to the darkness she’s consumed, and in doing so be manipulated. That, I think, is going to be a real problem for her in the future.

The climax of the work brings several cliff hangers for many of the characters and how each of them manages to survive will be something to see. Sarah isn’t in a good place, but neither are Alec or No Name for that matter. There’s a lot of questions left unanswered and to tie up all of those threads will take some doing and I have every confidence in the author that they will manage this with the same care and passions they have shown in the series so far.

All of the characters remain very strong and they grow through the story which I liked. A gripping story and the twist, when it comes, is really a surprise and it has a lot of impact as well. I did catch one thing that stuck out style-wise. The author calls a group of Succubi… Succubuses. That’s not correct. It’s Succubi or Succubae. The more modern use is Succubi. That’s a minor thing but it bugged me. Mind you, it always does, I’m picky that way.

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

Just an amazingly good read, the world building is wonderful and the story builds upon the series so far in ways I didn’t expect. The battle within Sarah against her darkness is both wonderful and terrible at the same time. Really everything I could have asked for in this part of the series and it promises so much more.

A postscript: You might have noticed that in my review I noted that the Succubi Queen herself was named Tera and there is a reason for that. The author asked if she could use “me”, at least my name, a bit of the me that exists as the Succubi Queen, and I agreed to that, asking for a few, small, concessions to the Succubi me in her story. As such, her name is Tera, and she appears a lot like the Succubi me in a lot of ways. I liked that she is a teacher, I liked that she was doing a lot for her kind and others. As a whole I liked “me” quite a lot. The only point where I found myself pausing was when the twist in the story came and what her choice was when she discovered the truth about Sarah, how that related to her, and now she dealt with Sarah.

I have had her actions in my thoughts a lot since I read the work, at the time of this review, two full days, and… I just have a problem with coming to grips that there wasn’t another choice that could have been made. However, I can see some plot arcs coming from that point, for Sarah, Alec and No Name which will be interesting to see. But… there had to be other options… Unless of course Tera knew what was going to happen to Sarah and what her future might hold. That actually is something to think about. But then I tend to overthink sometimes about stories and try to see the paths untaken.

It was the only point in the story were I had a problem with what she did overall. It strikes me that those events are cloaked in a lot of mystery and questions that I hope will be explained as the series continues on. I have my theories and thoughts about that, which I won’t reveal here. Somehow there’s an important piece of the puzzle missing and Sarah’s cliffhanger at the end of the story has a lot to do with that.

So does, I think, the title of the next work in the series which will be tentatively called The Making Out War. I’ll be watching for that part of the story to appear…



Jul 03 2014

Succubi Image of the Week 338

One of the things that I enjoy discovering are the Succubi characters that role-players create. Obviously a lot of them are created to be evil or stereotypical or something like that. Red skin, evil in their thoughts and existence.

But there are those that create Succubi that are so much more in so many ways and that is what I love most of all to find…

Evangeline by EriDaiho

Evangeline by EriDaiho

This work is of the Succubus character Evangeline and is by an artist on DeviantArt named EriDaiho. You can find the original page where I found this work here and this artist’s page is here as well.

She really is just wonderfully fun isn’t she? Lovely pink hair, just about a perfect tail too. I would have liked her horns to match her tail and wings, but somehow for her they work quite well together. Her boots are some of my personal favourites and the corset is nice too… Though I have to admit that I would like to see her in something a little more flattering and seductive…

I wonder about the shackles that she wears… What is the story behind that, who held her, how did she escape and why does she still wear them? Reminders of a mistake? Something she had to do? What she might have been forced to do?

They are interesting thoughts for me at least and that makes her even more wonderful…



Jul 02 2014

Little Red Succubi as a costume doesn’t quite work…

Midnight Devil CostumeOne of the things that I dislike is combination costumes. Combining two things that really shouldn’t be put together and creating a costume that just makes you wonder what the designers were drinking when they did so.

This is one of those examples.

This is called the Midnight Devil Costume and it comes with the dress and the cope with horns. There is no tail and shoes are not included.

It sells for $50 US, but it has appeared at several sites for less than $20.

I just get a “Little Red Riding Hood as a Devil” vibe from this costume and it’s not a good one either.

It looks very trashy, ugly, and I cannot see anything good or sexy in it at all. I can see why however it is being sold at a discount. I’m quite sure that this didn’t sell well and that is for what I think will be obvious reasons.

Is it the worst ever?

No, not quite, but it has to be in the top ten I think.

Another zero out of five pitchforks.

Avoid at all costs… Seriously.



Jul 01 2014

Canada Day in the Realm Returns

It is Canada Day, July 1st, today and as has been tradition for the last six years here on the Tale that the Poet Laureate of the Realm, my Heart, has added a new stanza to a Realmized version of O Canada…

And I thank him for the giggle and the smile…



O Canada!
No Realm, but one nice land!
True patriot love in succubi command.
With playful hearts and glowing eyes,
quite mischievous and free,
above our bangs our horns shall rise,
O Canada, for thee.
Gorgeous and glad, glorious and free,
O Canada, we swisch our tails for thee.
O Canada, we swisch our tails for thee.

Incubi, too,
stand proud, tall, and erect
(watching their mates results in great effect)!
Their tails reach out to wrap around
the beauties whom they see,
arousal in each sight and sound
sets their libidos free!
He touches her, Eternal-ly!
Make Canada the Realm and set it free!!
Make Canada the Realm and set it free!!

In Canada
we try not too make spills,
and, in the Realm, we first break stiff men’s wills.
We don’t approve of making mess
that’s not necessary.
With huggles we get more success
(what fireworks we’ll see!).
We’ll tie and rub to set you free;
send Canada upon a lustful spree!!
Send Canada upon a lustful spree!!

Come closer, dears;
our scents are in the air.
You’ll be seduced, and we’ll not leave our chair!
Your Queen is neat. Ours has her beat
in sexuality.
Both Will and Kate will feel so great
once they stop in for tea
(or Diet Coke). Just watch and see.
O Canada, we’ll rev your royalty!!
O Canada, we’ll rev your royalty!!

Will Canada
hang on to all its dough
while other lands have economic woe?
Those succubis have tempting eyes.
One look, we think of sex!
Not one pays out; one stare, one pout,
she instantly collects.
Their bonds bring sweet maturity.
Oh, Canada, cum into solvency!
Oh, Canada, cum into solvency!

In Canada
state secrets do not leak.
No Snowdens here
to dig them up, then speak;
but succubi, were they to try,
would get them in a blink.
It’s no surprise; the coolest spies
melt, babbling, at a wink.
With one soft kiss, they’d take a knee,
and, Canada, they’d give the Realm your key!
O Canada, they’d give the Realm your key!

O Canada,
your capital is hot.
Your leaders, though . . .
. . . most definitely not!
How could Rob Ford be so adored?
He’s one big, sweaty mess!
Our Queen is cool, makes thousands drool
in her red summer dress.
Cum, vote to live harmoniously.
O Canada, enjoy all we can be!
O Canada, enjoy all we can be!




Happy Canada Day to all!


Jun 30 2014

A Kissing Tale by James

With many thanks, my heart graced me with his words and I am  overwhelmed by the joy I feel this morning… Thank you my heart, Miriam is a wonder and joy to all…


A Kissing Tale

By James


Miriam had truly grown into her role as Special Collections Librarian in the Realm Library. She was a careful cataloger and capable researcher. She loved the books, maybe even more than the Head Librarian herself, and had, more than once, spent the night locked inside the great ark of books, snuggled up with the books in her collection. Tera kind of envied Miriam for that—the Queen could never go unnoticed and locked away for so long—but she suspected that, if she could, there was an incubi or an angel or . . . maybe . . . one or two other flesh-and-blood beings with whom she would snuggle.

The good part of this, for Miriam, was that she had become extremely familiar with her books. She was able to tell patrons which alcove to search, which shelf to look on, and often which page to turn to (wearing white cotton gloves for the rare volumes, of course, lest they face her wrath) and which paragraph to read to find just the quote, just the fact, just the citation the researcher required. It was here that some of her best succubi nature came to the fore, since she could often discern what a patron needed before the patron did).

For the most part, our young strawberry blonde was maturing into a fine succubi. Even her relationship with Irving was coming along quite well. Given how easily embarrassed and awkward both of them were with matters of love and sex, it was surprising how swimmingly it all went once they both finally got going. Of course, it had taken just about every technique Keith and Tera knew . . . and a few that Tail made up . . . to get things going, and just about every resident of the Realm had a story about the two amorous librarians bampfing into awkward places in various stages of in flagrante delicto. It took Lil, the Realm Knitter, three days and a chapter of the Kama Sutra to untangle them from her yarn—of course, the three of them might have engaged in some other activity along the way, as Miriam suddenly knew a breathtaking bed-borne somersault.

Of course, our Miriam was still a yellow tail, and the brightest yellow tail in about a century, the brightest that just about anybody in the Realm could remember—although Tail has hinted that, over a few bottles of ouzo one night, Lil told her a story about a youngster in Mesopotamia who wanted to take a swim: “She met the cutest guy named Noah . . .”

But even Miriam’s enthusiasm brought delightful results, such as the kindergarten teacher who had been looking for the original text of A Visit from St. Nicholas and was actually able to give her students an actual visit from St. Nicholas. And the snowball fight and ice dancing at the holiday party was the stuff of legend . . . even if the holiday was Summer Solstice.

Miriam was coming along ever so nicely, but there were parts of her development that were being left unattended. Tera, who cared for all of her children, her subjects, equally, couldn’t let this pass. A succubi, even a succubi librarian, was not complete until she was living into her full succubi pleasure, and not all of that could happen with her Eternal. She had to leave the Realm and touch the lives of others. But our young yellow tail was afraid to go. She was afraid of getting all of this wrong. “Better to be a lesser being, and a good librarian, even if I lost my sexy Irving to another, more desirable succubi,” she had told her Queen, “than to harm some innocents out in the mortal realm just to better myself.”

Tera kept trying to combat this fear, kept talking to Miriam. The younger succubi considered that there truly must be something wrong with her—a notion she had not entertained too much since the day she was accepted into the Library’s apprentice program. After all, all of her contemporaries had begun to venture out into the world. Helena had so charmed some Greeks that a thousand ships had been launched to win her favor. Lisa had met a rather handsome Florentine renaissance man, and had inspired him to focus on his painting for long enough to change the face of art—all, she insisted, using nothing more than an enigmatic smile. She did the same for an American popular singer. Of course, both the painter and the singer wore that same sly smile for the longest time after encountering her.

“To make matters worse, I am one of the only succubi I know whose name doesn’t end in an ‘A’,” she grumbled, her violet eyes glistening with tears.

Her Queen heard her, and felt such compassion. As the young librarian slept one evening, the royal red tail visited a mirror in her apartment overlooking the library. “Miriam, I really have other people to do at this hour and . . . oh! Your Majesty!!” The dark-haired, silver-tailed Marilyn, Miriam’s tail-self, pulled a sheet over herself, then decided it was more appropriate to drop it. “Did you need something from me?”

Tera smiled; Marilyn and Miriam were not the gangly pubescent they had once been. “I was wondering if you could give me some advice. Miriam is long overdue for venturing out into the world, you know.”

“Yes, Your Majesty, and, if I may say so, Irving isn’t exactly my cup of tea. I mean, he’s nice and all, but . . .”

Tera cleared her throat, gently: “But that isn’t exactly our subject this evening.”

“No . . . of course not. I am so sorry, my Queen.” Then the silver-tail got very quiet and thoughtful, finally saying, Do you know how mama birds teach baby birds to fly?”

“You mean by tossing them out of the nest?”

Marilyn nodded.

“You want me to toss your sister, your other self, out into the mortal realm without warning, without protection?”

“I want Miriam to fly, Majesty. And I will be there. I will look out for her.”

Tera pondered, and sighed, and realized that she had, indeed, tried everything else that both her selves could think of; maybe drastic methods were in order.

So it was that, the next morning, Miriam woke up in a New York City apartment in the summer of 1945. She was shaking her head when she heard Marilyn’s voice: “The Queen wants us to find a young sailor home on medical leave”—an image flashed in Miriam’s mind. “He is the only survivor of a kamikaze attack on his ship, and he feels that he should give up on living. You and I both know that is wrongheaded thinking. You get to give him a special idea of what he has to live for.”

“But what if I . . . “

“. . . get it wrong? Throw the course of mortal history out of whack? Cause our worlds to collapse together somehow? Fill the Statue of Liberty with lime Jello? It might even be fun. But, seriously: do you expect Queen Tera would allow you to get into any real trouble? Do you think there is one moment when I don’t have your back?”

“Oh, of course I trust both of you.” Miriam almost giggled; somehow it tickled when Marilyn spoke in the back of her mind like this.

“Then get yourself together, and let’s get to this.”

The New York Public Library, it turns out, is simply a branch of the Realm Library. Miriam was usually able to pass freely from one into the other, but now found her access blocked, “Not until you kiss him,” Marilyn whispered. Still, everyone seemed to accept without question that this strawberry blonde was a member of the staff who had been around as long as anybody could remember, even though they couldn’t remember why. Still, the faint smell of lemons was so very pleasant. As days and weeks went by, her female co-workers were all so very impressed that Miriam’s nylons never had a run, and her seams were always—always—absolutely straight. While she wasn’t used to keeping her yellow tail and horns under wraps all the time, she got used to it, and really grew to like the 1940s sense of style. She might have to make some changes to her wardrobe when she got home.

One day, as she went out for her lunchtime walk, she saw the young sailor sitting on the steps near one of the iconic stone lions. He was half-reading the same page of a novel over and over again, clearly unable to focus. She smiled, took a deep breath, and shyly sidled up next to him: “I’m sorry you don’t like that one. We have loads more inside, and I could help you find something more to your liking.”

He looked up, confused, as she nodded back towards the top of the stairs.

“I work in there.” Miriam offered her hand, “My name is Miriam.”

He blushed, then finally reached out to shake. “St-St-Stanley,” he stammered. I’m from Brooklyn.”

“And you got stationed so close to home? You’re a lucky duck!”

“No . . . no; I was sent home to pull myself together.”

Miriam sidled up next to the young sailor, and, for some reason, he felt deeply comfortable with her. It was a warm, early-August day, and, as they walked away from Central Park, Stanley told Miriam all about his fears, his guilt, and his concern that he should be back in the war, back in the Pacific. Even though Miriam, with Marilyn’s help, had worked all this out, hearing it made her heart reach out to him. The two of them had begun strolling down into midtown by now, and Miriam realized that her own hesitancy greatly mirrored that of her assignment; she became more and more convinced that, for him to get better, he had to take a leap, and that meant she had to, as well.

She was pulling the young sailor closer to her as they walked and as she listened, and, as her head rested on his shoulder, as the warmth of her body was close to his, he was feeling more and more confidence. They walked quietly for a while when Stanley blurted out: “Miriam, do you really like me like this, like me this much.”

“Mmmmm-hmmmmmm,” she purred.

“How could you come to feel this way about . . . about somebody like me? I mean, I ain’t no Clark Gable. How could somebody like you fall for me so quickly?”

“Do you believe that it could just be possible that forces in the universe put us in certain places for a reason? That I might just be right here, right at this moment, to fall for you?”

“W-W-Well . . . I . . . I guess . . . maybe.”

“I am most certain of that, and I think that, like you, I need to trust where my heart leads.”

They stopped, and Stanley turned Miriam to face him. Her violet eyes gleamed, and his breath caught for a moment. The bustle of Times Square was going on all around them, but they seemed to be the only two people on earth. As he pulled her close, he whispered, “The only thing that could make this better is if this damn war was over.”

He meant for it to be a brief, chaste kiss—they had only met that afternoon, after all. But things have a way of escalating with yellow tails, and this was a long, deep, soul-searing smooch, with the sailor dipping the librarian, never even considering who might see.

On the other side of the world, the Japanese high command, terrified and furious over the recent massive bombings, was actually leaning toward digging in and calling their people to fight to the last woman, man, and child. But then there was the faintest aroma of lemons.

Things have a way of escalating with yellow tails.

The word of an unconditional surrender was almost instantly spread around the world by wireless. Whether they realized it or not, the two young lovers were now standing in the midst of one of the biggest spontaneous parties New York had ever seen.


Things have a way of escalating with yellow tails, and Miriam’s was the brightest yellow anybody in the Realm had seen for at least a century.

As she returned to her own library, her Queen waiting for her, Miriam was excitedly jabbering about her experience and insisting, “Ooo!! I want to do another one!! Right now!!”

“Patience, my daughter,” Tera smiled, taking her portegé by the hand and beginning yet another conversation about the importance of focus.

Late that night, with most of the Realm asleep—Miriam and Irving had finally exhausted one another—Marilyn, out and about, had the opportunity to snuggle briefly next to Tail. “So, it seems to have worked.”

“Mmmm-hmmmm . . .”

“Still, it was an awful risk Her Majesty took, letting our girl alter history like that.”

Tail raised an eyebrow, her oh-so-green eyes glinting exactly as her counterpart’s would. “I don’t see the trouble. History suggests that Stanley only vaguely remembered Miriam, and went back to Brooklyn to find and marry the girl next door.”

“But Miriam ended the war!”

“Tera says that we should not be so sure that everything is so linear.”

“Are you saying that Her Majesty allowed Miriam to cause something that was already happening anyway.”

Tail took on the same innocent look as her counterpart . . . which didn’t seem to fit her, so she winked and slipped off into the night.

Miriam pulled her blue-tail tighter to her in her bed, and mused that the two of them really should visit 1940s New York very soon.