Aug 05 2016

A Review of Stiletto by Dou7g and Amanda Lash

Stiletto by Dou7g and Amanda Lash

Stiletto by Dou7g and Amanda Lash

A review of the seventh and final work in the Succubus Apprentice series today on the Tale. You can find my review of the first work here, the second work here, the third work can be found here and the fourth work was reviewed here, with the fifth review here and the prior review can be found here, which was but a few short days ago.

Over the course of this series, and the prior one, there’s been an ongoing question surrounding Kendra. It’s a question that she’s been trying to avoid or ignore or dance around. But when push comes to shove, even succubi with quick footsteps can’t quite get out of the way of everything.

  • Title: Stiletto
  • Author: Dou7g and Amanda Lash
  • Length: 50 Pages
  • ASIN: B01JG0O26W
  • Publishing Date: July 31, 2016
  • This work at

The story tells of:

In this, the last book of The Succubus Apprentice series, Stiletto, a metahuman villain from another world is standing in as champion for Kendra the succubus, who is trying to free herself from her demon master. Megan the mage and Poison the assassin aren’t good at waiting and distract themselves with a mission against the collegium of mages who have a plan to put an end to Edmund and his war for books.

Some things in the universe are certain. For some that’s love, but in many different forms. Whatever form it takes, in whatever way, there’s a certainty that leads to one simple fact. Love makes people do crazy things. Even to the point of putting their lives on the line.

This, the conclusion of the series, follows two main stories, telling of hardships, battles, and the realization of what can be when one puts their mind to things. At the same time however, there’s nothing wrong with few wrestling moves and a boot to the head or two. Really, that’s the unique thing about the series. Things can be intellectual one moment and then an all out brawl the next.

Characters have emotion, wants, needs and they are not afraid to bring all of that into the open. Except of course when it has to do with their own relationships, then all bets are off. I liked where the characters find themselves at the end of this work, it isn’t expected for some, it’s challenging for others. Choices are made, some of them very difficult, and that keeps them from being static.

One of the themes in the story is that of self-belief. Seeing that reflected in several characters, Megan, Kendra, Stiletto, Helen, Poison, to name a few, is very telling about each of them. Having a glimpse of that, seeing what drives them has happened before, but here there’s something a little different. There’s a decision point for each, one that seems to tear at each of them and it makes for an better story overall.

Along the way, there is an appearance of a certain succubus named…Tera. Yes, that one. Red tail and all. She appears at a point that, for me, leads to a truth for Kendra, but also for the reader, which is heartfelt and deeply true… and she is Tera in that moment, beyond reproach. The tone is right, her words are right… Where things go from there… that’s a question left unanswered… for now.

The work closes on a few open threads, questions to be explored, secrets to be revealed. I think there is more to tell and where things end, for now, brings me hope there will be more of these characters that I adore. Good characters bring about good storytelling.

There’s a few minor spelling mistakes, very few really. I liked the pacing, the characters were everything I’m come to expect from them. The joy and laughter in the moments mixed with the pain and tears. Balanced, character growth, and a purpose. A lovely way to bring this part of the characters’ travels to a close.

Four and a half pitchforks out of five.

Quite a satisfying conclusion to the series which ties up quite a few plot threads, but leaves still more to be explored. I have to admit that what a certain red-tailed queen named Tera will teach a younger succubus has me wondering. I think that would have to start with the finer points about RediWhip… at least. But then comes Megan’s path, that for Helen, the secret that Phil doesn’t know. So many lives to be told, things to be explored and that makes me happy. Because there is story to tell and that’s the best thing of all.



Aug 05 2016

A Review of Demonic Embrace by Amanda Knight

Demonic Embrace by Amanda Knight

Demonic Embrace by Amanda Knight

Just because an author can create an anthology of their works does not mean they can do so without giving a reader some sort of idea about what their collection is. Listing the titles of the stories is a start, but when you cannot locate those stories on the author’s page, that is a problem. Then not revealing the stories themselves, at least a short summary of them, is another mistake. More so, once the work begins to be read, the realization that the titles of the stories have been changed is another problem.

Further to this, coming to realize that the stories have been issued before, under other titles, makes one think they are being cheated slightly by the author doing so. Especially when the singular story in the work which has a succubus appearing in it, is one in which I was so very disappointed.

  • Title: Demonic Embrace
  • Author: Amanda Knight
  • Length: 167 Pages
  • Publishing Date: October 18, 2015
  • This work at

The work is the story of:

An anthology work containing: Dark Angel, Demon in Ireland, The Good Succubus and Taken by the blood.

Normally I review anthologies by reviewing the work with a succubus as one of the characters, then the collection as a whole. In this particular case, the work titled in the summary The Good Succubus, isn’t actually in this work. In fact, none of the titles listed actually appear at all. The author has changed the original titles of each of the works, then used another title for the summary and then still another title for the actual published works in the collection.

As such, I will focus only on the succubus story. While the summary titles this work The Good Succubus, the actual title in the anthology is The Good, the Succubus and the Monster. But this isn’t the original title of the work which was published by this author as Succubus Duel, and I have reviewed this work previously, and was really quite disappointed in it.

As I wrote in my review of this story previously, the summary of this story is: Paige finds herself facing the succubus Evestriel who is bent on taking her husband Conner’s life. Learning all she can, she comes to conclusion there is one way to save him and she makes a deal with Evestriel. The battle begins, but the outcome is the question unanswered.

The work is, as a whole, very well written, the characters are strong, have their own stories and there’s some wonderful heat when the erotica appears. Billed as romance, there is a good deal of that appearing in the story as well. There’s so much to like about this work in so many ways, but then, the last two pages just take away all of the story and left me wondering.

Evestriel is the image of a succubus through the story. Sexually powerful, controlling, very strong willed, She has a purpose, intends to have what she wants and drives towards that. There is a hint of her true form from time to time, slightly stereotypical, but that’s not done in a way that takes away from her character.

Both Paige and Conner are fully fleshed out characters as well, there are quite a lot of foibles in each, they are in love, and it’s that love which Evestriel pushes against using lust and passion to try to overcome them. That battle, how it unfolds is an amazingly good story and I loved each and every moment because there was purpose to both sides of the battle, Conner being held between the two.

However, as I have said, it is the last two pages of the work that, for me, feel completely unnecessary. The reason as to why Evestriel was after Conner makes sense from her perspective and I can accept that reason as it stands in the work. The problem is that the reason is suddenly dropped into the midst of the work, is not shown more than in passing, and leaves a really bad taste for me in the story. It feels, in many ways, as if the author decided to throw the twist into the story for the sake of doing so. For me, it doesn’t work.

If it had been explained more, if the reason would have been told more than a split second of realization by Paige and then the story closes, I would have accepted that more. As it stands here, I just felt the journey was not worth the ending. Something better needs to be here to make this work what it should be.

I’ll give this story three out of five pitchforks.

If the ending would have been explained, drawn out, something more than the single page that it comes to, then I would have liked this a lot more. But I can’t really because the ending just felt like an afterthought once all of the good in the story was done.

Being that nothing was changed in the story, and how really disappointing the ending was for me, my review of this story hasn’t changed. The balance of this anthology didn’t hold my interest very much and the main reason for that was knowing that I had read the singular story I was interested in before. The balance of the works didn’t connection with me and as such I didn’t find much that would cause me to raise my review.

I’ll give the collection as a whole two and a half out of five pitchforks.

The presentation of this collection needs some effort put into it. Revealing at least a summary of the stories would be a good start if nothing else.



Aug 04 2016

Succubi Image of the Week 446

A slightly different piece of Succubi art this week on the Tale. There must be, somewhere and somehow, those Succubi who are warriors of one kind or another. I found a piece of art that suggests this particular succubus is some kind of warrior, but along with that, comes the realization that she is also, fully a succubus as well. Something that such art of Succubi warriors does not often show…

Succubus 3 by 상원

Succubus 3 by 상원

This work is called Succubus 3 and is by an artist on Pixiv. You can find the original page with this art here.

I find her quite interesting in many ways, not the least of which is the force of her character here. She has such a self-assured look in her eyes, how she is brandishing her weapon, the pose she is holding all seem to suggest that she’s quite good at what she does and she knows this well.

But also, the clothing she wears is unashamedly seductive and sexual in nature and that adds that little bit of personality to her that says she is a succubus first, all else second. I wonder what her name is, would have to be something quite strong in tone I would think, but whispering her seductiveness as well…

I really do need to think about a story here to match this art in some small way…



Aug 03 2016

Not as much Hot Stuff as Questionable Stuff really…

Hot Stuff Devil CostumeOnce again costume designers tempt me with a shiny costume assuming that, if there is enough shiny, I will ignore the trashy or. what happens more often, the overall mediocre look. It cannot be that hard to make a costume look sexy and have it be shiny as well can it?

This is called the Hot Stuff Devil Costume and it comes with the red sequin dress that has an attached mesh cape, the belt, a pair of red sequin horns and the sequin pitchfork that I dislike above all other lousy looking pitchforks…

The shoes are not included, nor is a tail, and this sells for about $80 US.

There is so much to dislike here really. The cape does nothing for me, the pitchfork is lousy. I don’t particularly like the dress’ hem at all, not because of how short it is, but rather that it doesn’t quite look right being a flame-like cut. The horns at least match the sequins of the dress, which is something. I also do not like that collar, it looks… unfinished… for some reason.

I suppose, given no other choice mind you, I would remove the cape and that collar to reduce the tacky to a minimum, find a better pitchfork, and see if that belt really is needed. The dress itself? Nothing really can be done about that… But perhaps there is an idea in here somewhere to think about… One never know really…

I’ll give this two pitchforks out of five.

There’s a thought in there somewhere, but it doesn’t quite bring out the seductive…



Aug 02 2016

A Review of In Search Of Her Demon by Jessica Stone

In Search Of Her Demon by Jessica Stone

In Search Of Her Demon by Jessica Stone

It’s interesting to read a story in which there are two willful, dominate personalities confronting each other. That’s not to say they come to blows however. Pitting a woman of sexual needs against an incubus with his own demands and lusts leads to what could be something more than just the sex itself. Really that’s the interesting part. The teasing, the need that builds, and what happens to the characters when one, or both breaks, if they ever do.

To play with fire, one can be burned. Whether through being careless or being aloof of the danger, the danger is there. In the end, one can tame it, be consumed by it, or neither. Sometimes all three happen.

  • Title: In Search Of Her Demon
  • Author: Jessica Stone
  • Length: 16 Pages
  • ASIN: B00QUQ62NC
  • Publishing Date: December 10, 2014
  • This work at

The story is about:

Galenia has never, ever been satisfied by a mortal man… not even once! They are weak, frail creatures not fit to lick her boots… let alone anything else.

She has heard, however, that there is a demon in the forest- a demon that lurks in women’s dreams, bringing them to unimaginable heights of pleasure. She sets off to find this demon and make it serve her… but will she end up succumbing to the demon’s powers and serving it instead?

Galenia finds men boring. She simply cannot find her needs satisfied, her wants met. But the tale of the incubus calls out to her and she seeks one out. A game begins, one she thinks she can win, for what is an incubus but a horny man? The truth is something quite different.

Overall, the story tends to be mainly focused on the two characters teasing each other over and over again. Much of that is really well told, the innuendo, the toying, the taking of each character to the edge in who is dominating whom works really well. There’s a building up of tension, sexual and otherwise, that fits and I liked that very much.

There’s a good deal of time with Galenia describing the incubus, her thoughts about him and her reactions to his overt sexual approaches. The battle within herself, trying to keep teasing, because she can, I did like. If she wasn’t said to be mortal, she would be very much a succubus-like character as a whole.

The incubus, who is never named, but is described over and over again in great detail is not so much a character as a force of sexual nature. There are glimmers of something more, but that’s not really explored for the sake of the story getting to the point where he dominates Galenia. With all that is told in his home, what he does, and says, that’s a shame. Just giving his name would have helped, but then he never learns Galenia name either.

The erotica is very much male dominated, Galenia is used in various ways, mainly for his own needs, but there are some moments when she finally has some satisfaction. I’m not sure that’s enough reason for how the story concludes though. She’s very head strong, knows what she wants. I’m unsure if she ever really has that in the end.

The work needs at least one more editing pass, there are spelling mistakes and dialogue that just reads oddly. It would have been a much better story if the teasing would have continued, that both characters toyed with each other more. The sex isn’t as interesting as the teasing, which is saying something. It’s a shame that the author never continued this series, never expanded on the characters and never took the story further than they did.

Sex alone isn’t a story. The balance is there, and it tells a story that is interesting, if at times it’s difficult to like Galenia or the incubus all that much. There’s history in the characters, there’s a connection, if a tenuous and needful one. But there’s seemingly a lack of a future as things end and that’s a shame.

Two and a half out of five pitchforks.

This was supposed to be the first in a series, but that series never came to be. I wish there was more here than just the sex, but really there isn’t. It’s a shame, there could have been more. There is story, and Galenia’s is a good one. But giving the incubus so much character and never given him a name leaves something missing.



Aug 02 2016

A Review of Blood Immoral by Astrid Cooper

Blood Immoral by Astrid Cooper

Blood Immoral by Astrid Cooper

There comes a point in a story where something is revealed about a character which matters. Whether that is their beliefs, expectations, or simply the humanity inside of themselves that they aren’t supposed to have, it matters. Telling that story, explaining not just they why but the what comes next matters.

It’s very difficult to take that reason and build upon it within the pages of a story when there’s little time to do so. There is such as thing as having too much action, or too much going on, that burns sense away and leaves only reaction. Sometimes taking a breath tells more of a story than sucking wind… or something else.

The story is about:

In Adelaide, the city of churches, it’s the night of the hunter’s moon and the Blood-kin venture out to play. But things aren’t what they seem. Mirrazan is caught in a deadly confrontation with Ric, the cop, and a band of rogue vamps. Things can’t get any worse. Wrong! Ric is not the man he appears to be, and the Law of Blood Immoral has been broken. So what starts out as a pleasant night of carousing, turns to dark and dangerous and the game of seduction takes on a whole new meaning of deadly when succubus and cat-shifter lock hearts, souls and bodies in the duel of love… All hell breaks loose.

Mirrazan is not like the other succubi around her in one very important way. An encounter with a human turned vampire, a police officer who isn’t what he seems, turns to a path unexpected for all involved and those around them.

Mirrazan is interesting as a succubus in that she isn’t portrayed as being unfeeling or aloof. She has a soul, she regrets many things in her life and wants something more. That creates a character that one wants to see succeed in their quest to be more.

The thing about this work is that promise, the idea of where this story would go doesn’t really get developed very far. There’s more focus put on action than on development. There’s more time spent on the erotica than the characters really telling their stories. It reads very much like the opening chapters of a novel and being so there’s something missing.

There are hints about the world Mirrazan lives in, what happens in it. There are a number of minot characters introduced, a threat to them offered, but that isn’t paid off in the story. Really it can’t be for how short this work is. The time taken to put the two main characters together was good, and made sense, but once the action started, the need to run came into play, there wasn’t time for anything else.

Even when they stopped and paused, they really didn’t. The story moved immediately onto a short hot flash which added another layer of complexity to the story. That did make things more interesting, allowed for the story to branch off and become something more. Instead the author wrote a short conclusion and then ended the story right about the time when the next chapter should have started.

The author would have been better served to take more time to set up Mirrazan’s past, her world, more than she did. To allow for the threat to mean something more than being a shadow and nothing more directly than that. There is a secret that does come out eventually, but when it does that just serves to take Ric, who I did like, and make him unlikable in an instant. The twist wasn’t needed as for Mirrazan, her wishes seemed to be answered. They should have been, all things considered.

While i liked the beginning of the work, how it was written, and how things were presented, once the action started the writing turned away from telling the story into showing the story and that showing was like watching a movie and fast forwarding through it. Comprehension was lost to flash and that is never a good thing.

Three out of five pitchforks.

As the beginning of a novel, this would work really well, but as things are it just seems to be lacking focus, intent, and something more than a moment of sex between two characters that are a bit insufferable with themselves at times. Rushing through the scenes just leaves a lot in the dust.



Aug 01 2016

Comfort Zones By TeraS

I was exchanging emails with a dear friend of mine the other night. He shared a story with me, where a certain Queen of the Succubi made an appearance. Something he said struck me as interesting: “I always like how Tera helps her succubi move out of their comfort zones.” That made me ponder a story, one that is all about …


Comfort Zones
By TeraS


Just about every name prompts a certain mental picture for people. For example, the name Tera immediately brings up the image of a certain Queen of the Succubi with red horns in her raven hair, lovely oh-so-green eyes, and a bemused smile. The image is expected, familiar, almost … magical … in a way.

There are names which, when spoken, paint a picture of someone who is sexy, who has delicious curves and a personality that’s willing to do just about anything, sexual or otherwise. Her name was one of those, and Bianca really didn’t care for it all that much. That particular name was one that many humans—and, for that matter, quite a few in the Realm—connected with a certain latex loving redheaded human who was very popular. Bianca the succubi didn’t really mind her. The problem came, at least in her mind, with the comparisons that would be made between the two of them, even if that didn’t happen except in her mind.

She had a little glossy picture of her namesake stuck to the corner of her bedroom mirror, something she looked at every morning, something which she compared herself against.

Red hair? No, the Bianca of the Realm was a platinum blonde.

Shapely? No, not even close.

Latex? She’d never liked the stuff, much preferring a nice cashmere sweater and yoga pants over anything else.

There was one thing however that they both did have: lovely, deep, hazel eyes.

There was one thing that she did have that her human namesake didn’t have: horns and a tail, white ones. Our dear Bianca was a white-tailed succubi of the Realm and she loved being so. She adored books, spending hours upon hours reading them. The best part of her day was humming happily as she worked her way through the Realm archives within the Library. Bianca’s happiest moment was when she came upon a book, or a scroll, or some other little piece of wisdom that hadn’t been seen by anyone in Tera-knows-how-long.

Bianca was a florist, not a librarían … though the idea had its temptations, not the least of which was the little fantasy that she didn’t tell anyone about. The one where she was called into the Library to pay a late fee and Tera was the one to be collecting on it. It was the source of many a night’s self-pleasure, with or without her tail being involved.

When she found the card in her mailbox, the one that said she had a book overdue, and there was a fine to be paid, she pinched herself to be sure she wasn’t dreaming. Then she poured a bucket of cold water over herself, and then, to be absolutely sure it wasn’t a dream, she licked the tip of her tail. Upon coming back down from the orgasm, not much more than a puddle on her living room floor, Bianca decided that the note was real.

Thus Bianca found herself in Tera’s office in the Library, a thin book clutched in her hands and very nervous. She was so out of sorts that her hair was a mess, her yoga pants crumpled, and her sweater far too long for her arms. In other words she was a mess and dreading what Tera was going to do to her.

The book was, after all, almost a century overdue.

Holding the volume against her chest, she shook her head and wondered why she’d even taken the darn thing out in the first place … or why she kept reading it over and over … or the hold it had on her. She couldn’t possibly do what the book suggested, it wasn’t her. The entire idea was so far out of her comfort zone anyway.

“Hello, Bianca; it’s lovely to see you!”

Tera’s warm hug was such a surprise that the florist lost her hold on the book and it fell to the office floor with a loud thud that sounded like a thunderclap. Before she could scramble to pick it up, the Head Librarian had collected it and was looking at the cover.

“Um … Hi, Tera … um … Look, I’m sorry about the book being late. I know I should have returned it sooner.”

Tera’s answer was a non-committal “Uh-huh” as she started leafing through the pages. As she did so, Bianca found herself the target of Tera’s so-green eyes, flickering from the book to her and back again.

“I mean, there’s no reason for me to have that book anyway. There’s a lot of other succubi that should have it. I’m sure it would do a lot more for them.”

The red-tail turned a page, tilted her head to the right … and then the one thing that Bianca feared most of all happened. Her Majesty had a bemused smile as she said: “I see.”

The shiver that passed from the tip of the borrower’s tail to her clit and then up through her horns made her nibble her lip: “So … What’s the fine?”

Tera snapped the book closed and that bemused smile turned. Bianca had heard tales of a particular smile that the Succubi Queen had when she was going to do something that amused her. Cupping her hands over her nose she sighed: “Oh, Tera … you wouldn’t.”

Handing the book back to her, the Queen replied: “Oh yes. I would.”

Straightening up, Bianca glared back: “No! You wouldn’t.”

Less than an hour later, Bianca found herself sitting in a dressing room, Tera fussing with her hair while she still didn’t believe her monarch was going to do this to her.

“So. I think we’ll put waves and curls into your hair and …”

“No, Tera; not going to.”

The irresistible brunette placed her hands on Bianca’s shoulders and looked into the mirror: “Sweetheart, you picked the book. You kept it for so long. You can probably recite every page in the book, can’t you?”

“Has nothing to do with it.”

Tera nuzzled her lips into the white-tail’s platinum hair and she shivered: “Gawd … Tera … Please …”

“It has everything to do with it. You are a wonderful person. You are amazing at what you do. But you have a dream that you can’t bring yourself to try.”

“I’m going to look stupid.”

“You’re going to look amazing.”

“I’m going to make a fool of myself.”

“You’re going to have them eating out of your hand.”

“Tera … I’m scared.”

“I know.”

Bianca looked in the mirror, then her eyes fell upon the book which was lying on the countertop: “Everyone will know it’s me. I’m not …”


She sighed: “Yeah; haven’t got the cleavage, the looks, or the style.”

Tera turned the chair around so Bianca was looking directly into her eyes: “You aren’t her. So you do your own thing. Start in your comfort zone and … see where that takes you.”

A sigh … a long one … then the wallflower floral expert asked: “Does it have to be latex?”

Tera smiled.

The stage was illuminated with a single spotlight. The rest was darkness. The surrounding room was also bathed in shadow, keeping those watching the stage hidden from view. As she looked out from behind the red curtains, Bianca was thankful for that. If she couldn’t see who was looking, then things might not be so bad. The music starting was her cue: a slow-beat tempo with a deep bass line that made her shiver. A deep breath, and she made her way into the spotlight.

Tera said to start with her comfort zone, and so she appeared under the spotlight dressed in her yoga pants and too long sweater from her meeting with Tera. A pair of horn rimmed glasses was perched on her nose and a scrunchie held her long hair in a ponytail. The only thing that was different, at least that could be seen, was the pair of clear plastic six-inch high stripper heels that adorned her.

The pole awaited her and the lessons in the book came to mind—the book about pole dancing and stripping, the book that made her wet with the thought of her fantasy of being a stripper, a really good one. She didn’t hear the reaction from the audience, the music being so loud and the light so bright that nothing came through to distract her. Two quick strides and her right hand found the pole, she starting to circle it with a meek little walk, something that suggested that she was new at this, a little meek, maybe even a little innocent.

Once around and her glasses were held in her free hand, her pink painted lips sucking on the stem she held. A careless toss of her hand and the glasses went sailing off into the darkness, probably to land on someone there. She didn’t dwell on that, she didn’t have time to. The book said to keep on with the show.

Stopping with her back against the pole, she started to roll the bottom of her sweater up slightly, revealing a firm tummy and cute little bellybutton. As she did so, her tail hooked into the waistband of her pants and started pulling them down, revealing that the good girl on the stage was wearing a red “G” string underneath the plain-looking yoga pants.

She let go of the sweater and it fell to below her waist, covering the bare skin and “G” string for but a moment before her hands started teasing her pants lower and lower. As the mid-point of her thighs appeared, something red—a stark contrast against the blue of the yoga pants—came into view. Leaning forwards, her eyes looking into the darkness where she knew everyone was watching, she left her pants pooled around her shoes.

Bianca had lovely, long legs, and the shiny red latex thigh high leggings that were painted onto them drew attention to them—or at least she hoped so; that little doubt in her mind was nagging at her. Pushing that aside, she stepped one impracticable heel out of the pool of material at her feet, then kicked her yoga pants away from the stage.

Her hands returned to the hem of her sweater, pulling it upwards again. The red “G” string appeared again; this time it was clear that was latex, as well. Rolling her hips, she strutted around the stage, tossing her ponytail as she did so. The good girl was becoming a little bit naughty.

Gathering the sweater just below her cleavage, she smiled, nibbled her lip, and then continued to draw it upwards. The bikini top that peeked into view was every bit as red and every bit as latex as the rest of her clothes. A wink came a moment before she pulled the sweater over her head and then gathered it over her cleavage which had been in view for the barest of moments.

Turning away from the audience, her back became the stage for her ponytail to swish, to distract as she pulled the sweater from her and tossed it away. Turning back, it was revealed that she was wearing fingerless red latex opera gloves as well.

The shy girl was more wanton now, more sure of herself. She half-strutted to the pole, taking another turn around it. As she did, the tip of her tail flicked at the scrunchie, shooing it away and allowing her hair to blossom into a cascade of curls and waves. Tera did say that would look good. Bianca, at that moment, wasn’t about to argue over that point again.

The discarding of that last bit of her good-girl image made a change in her posture and expression. The come-hither look she had been practising in the mirror lit up, and her walk on the stage came with the rolling of her hips, the thrusting of her cleavage, and a look in her eyes that called out how sure she was in her sexuality and power.

Bianca lost track of time then, her thoughts going to the pages of the book, playing out those moves and losing herself in them. The music played, not stopping once, and she didn’t care. This was her fantasy … or at least it was until the music started to fade out.

In a bit of a rush, she made love to the pole, rubbing it between her legs then deep into her cleavage. Ending with the pole against her back, she dropped to the stage, her legs wide, her lips in a moan, and her tail twined around the pole above her. She had her eyes closed as the music came to an end and she waited for the reaction. She had tried her best, hoped that it was sexy, better than just being plain Bianca.

The sound of one person clapping caused her to open her eyes in surprise. She must have done terribly if only one person was clapping. She was freeing her tail and getting ready to leave the stage when she heard something she’d never thought she would: “I want a lap dance.”

It wasn’t the words. It was the person who said it.

Looking into the darkness, a light came on, revealing Tera reclining on a chair and watching. Bianca’s breath caught as she realized that the tempting red-tail was dressed exactly as she was, right down to the heels.


“Mmhmm …”

Bianca looked into the dark: “Who else is here?”

“No one but us naughty succubi.”

The dampness in the white-tail’s sex came as a surprise and she moaned: “Oh gawd … I was such a …”

Tera crooked a finger: “… hot, sexy, seductive white-tail succubi that danced for her Queen and made her wet.”

The answer to that was a needful moan as Bianca crawled on the stage towards Tera, her beckoning smile and finger pulling her from the pole.

“I want you here, my tail twined with yours, and I want a kiss.”

Bianca’s legs were wobbling, but she focused on looking hot. Feeling hot wasn’t a problem as the brunette wanting her made the blonde cream. When she came within arm’s reach, Tera pulled Bianca in, drawing her to sit on her audience’s lap.

A lick and kiss from Tera against Bianca’s shapely neck made her squirm: “Tera …”

The red-tail drew her tongue away: “Yes?”

“You … You know you asked about my comfort zone?”

“Mmhmmm …”

She looked into Tera’s eyes: “Fuck my comfort zone. I want you.”

That dream that Bianca had? The one about having to pay a fine for her book being overdue?

That was nothing to what Tera did to her … and her comfort zone … over and over again.