Jun 29 2014

A Review of Suc-U Too by L. J. Holmes

Suc-U Too by L. J. Holmes

Suc-U Too by L. J. Holmes

Sometime ago on the Tale I reviewed a work called Suc-U by L. J. Holmes, and you can find that review here on the Tale. At the time I thought that there was really a lot in this universe of Succubi and Incubi that had not been touched on. There were really quite a lot of questions left unanswered and I had hopes that the story begun in that work would continue onwards from where it left off.

A second book did appear and it has the same wonderful style and themes in it that the first work did. While it really does not continue the story of Bre from the first work, the story that does unfold is as captivating as the first. It is, after all, important that the story holds you within it and the second work does that as well as the first… puns and all.

The work tells of:

Bal Buster has plans for this night and visiting the warped dreams of the likes of Jeb Newcomb is not amongst them. Lassiter B. Eddum, acting director of her kind is a stick in the mud when it comes to protocol, but this is not just any up and coming artist….this is Kellany! Surely Lassiter can appreciate the importance of her skipping out on work so she can take in the exclusive one-man-showing? And geese, it’s not Bal’s fault the suc she lined up to replace her is MIA. Of course it doesn’t help much Lassiter’s older sister chose today to return and try to remove Lassiter as Acting Director. Lassiter can be a mean boss when she’s fighting for her boss-hood.

I really loved this continuation very much, but honestly the summary is a little misleading. While it does tell of some of the characters in the story, the actual plot really doesn’t touch on what is suggested in the summary. I think the better plot would have been: Bal Buster will do anything to meet the man of her dreams. The thing is, when that dream becomes a nightmare, is she willing to give her drams a chance again?

Bal’s personality is somewhere between self absorbed self interest and being totally invested in herself when she first appears. She is likeable, not stereotypical, but there is something missing about her that comes to the fore once the real point of the story arrives. Perhaps the most delicious moment was when she was preparing for her visit to her dream and the description of her wings and horns being merged with her form. what they did to her, how she felt… I have wondered how to describe the build up within a Succubus when she is anticipating ecstasy… The author did justice to that I think by far…

Once the real story is told, how Bal came to be where she is, what she lost and more, then things are very involved and with that comes moments that transform her from self absorbed towards something more powerful and desirable. That change, when it comes full circle, and what it means to her, was something I didn’t expect.

The part of this story that I really enjoyed was seeing the Queen of the Succubi and the King of the Incubi. More, that they turned out to be something as special as the others in the story and not at all stereotypical. For me, seeing that they loved each other, that they cared about their children, that being all of the Succubi and Incubi, made me very happy. Their story would be something I would have liked to have seen told more than it was, but they obviously cared about love more than anything else. Their secrets, and that of why the Succubi and Incubi are thought of in the way they are, wasn’t something I expected.

That brings me to the thing that caught me in the first work by this author. There are so many stories lurking at the edges and we never really get to see all of their effects or where they end up. I realize that the point of the story is Bal. but there has to be world building of course to bring flavour to the story. There is a lot of that and I just would like to know more about how things work in this universe for my own curiosity.

As part of the climax of the story, a secret is revealed, one that I will not spoil, but I will say that I am fairly sure that it will be giving me some interesting dreams for quite some time. The thing was however that it was somewhat glossed over when it was revealed and then only touched on slightly when Bal’s erotic moments in the story arrived. Somehow I wanted to have more detail on that moment, on how she reacted to it, and what it felt like for her.

The erotic moments in the story are lovely and hot, with a cute teasing buildup over the course of the story that leads to that moment. The puns in the names are a little over the top, but I have to admit that I laughed at the inherent sexuality in their names which really did match nicely with their personalities.

An enjoyable, hot and passionate read with a story that held me… I just would have liked more…

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

The author has created a wonderful universe with really unique and captivating characters… and yes the puns in all of the names were groan worthy at times, but I do like silly fun too. The only thing that bothers me is the time between stories… I would like to see more from this world sooner rather than later…



Jun 28 2014

One more lovely Morrigan Aensland WIP YouTube…

And WIP means…. Work In Progress. Mind you, this art is completed and I think it is one of my favourites of this year of all the Morrigan art that I have seen. It’s not over the top, it’s not crass or silly either. It is an image of a powerful character and that is what I love about it the most…

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


And a screenshot of the finished portrait of Morrigan, which really is stunning in it’s beauty…

Morrigan Aensland by r3nd0s

There are really very few pieces of Morrigan art that I have seen that try to make her look more… realistic shall we say. By that I mean that she does not look over endowed to the point of being cartoonish or having her look too far into the realm of fantasy. I’ve always thought that she could be real, in a way, if the right actress or model would wear her clothing and play her.

This piece almost seems as if Morrigan was sitting for a portrait to me at least. There’s a touch of realism… of life, that just makes this exceptional…


Jun 27 2014

A Review of Post Secondary Succubus by Lacey Layton

Post Secondary Succubus by Lacey Layton

Post Secondary Succubus by Lacey Layton

It is said that when one goes to university, they find themselves. That’s a good thing really, but if one is a Succubus, the path to finding yourself gets a bit more complicated than usual. With that comes loss, strife, discovery, and something unexpected… love.

But that is a confusing thing in itself and if you aren’t prepared for the consequences of some unwise decisions then things can either go very wrong or very right…. It depends on who you believe in, and who you come to trust.

  • Title: Post Secondary Succubus
  • Author: Lacey Layton
  • Length: 79 Pages
  • Publishing Date: June 8, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

It tells the story of:

Kaylee is a woman with a secret. She is a succubus. Her gaze can capture a person, her words can make anyone want her. She is walking desire, a living and breathing temptation to millions. But Kaylee lives in the background. She wears flannel. She keeps to herself. And she never keeps anyone around long enough to catch on. For her, the power she wields is a curse. Now at University she meets Mike, a man that tells her in no uncertain terms that they cannot see each other. Her usual tricks do not work.

Then she meets Galvin, a slick, mysterious man who is also a succubus. He is not shy in getting what he wants. He has his eyes set on freeing Kaylee from her old life. And on encouraging the growing tension between them. Torn between two men, Kaylee has to learn to stand her own ground and become the woman she has always been. She just doesn’t know if that means she will lose everything she has in her life.

Kaylee hides herself away as much as she can because she’s afraid of what she might do if everything goes wrong. But now she’s going out in the world, her first step is university, and something has to change. The question is, who’s going to show her what’s the right way to do that in her life?

Kaylee is a Succubus, there is no doubt of that from the first moments of the work. But the thing of it is that even with her inherent Succubus nature and powers, she’s got something more going for her. She has a personality, a dear friend, and a small little ember of hope inside of her that things will be better. It’s a troubling story at times, to see how Kaylee looks at herself, the amount of self-loathing that sits under the surface. There is a good reason for that, but it’s hard to accept to be honest for where the story then breaks out to.

She meets Mike, who has a story about him that really builds over the course of the work. He’s really as much as solidly created person in this work as Kaylee and that’s important for many reasons. In the end, when his truth appears, it makes a lot of sense looking back over the story as a whole which for me was very satisfying.

She also meets Gavin, who for me was… honestly nothing much to me. I didn’t care for his attitude, his nature, and most of all, I didn’t like how he acted towards Kaylee for one, and as well another character in the work. More so, when the truth came out about Gavin and someone very close to Kaylee… I honestly expected it from when it actually happened in the work at the beginning of the story.

I have a small nit with how Gavin describes himself as well. I’m sorry, but you are not, in any way, a Succubus. If Kaylee is an example of what a Succubus can be when she’s at her best, then he’s about the worst. And no, the flippant remark about gender roles and so on didn’t cut it for me. Incubus is fine, and I think the way Gavin acts there needs to be a clear division between him and Kaylee honestly.

There is a very interesting point in the work which does pose an important question about what Succubi, and for that matter, Incubi do to others. How Kaylee reacted to that, when she was confronted with it was, more than anything, true to her character and honestly it turned the story from what could have been something mediocre to what it turned out to be.

Kaylee finding her way out of her shell, coming into a better understanding of herself was well done and I liked where that part of the story went. It also posed a lot of moral questions for her, ones that really do matter and to watch her find her way through all of that towards the climax of the work was wonderfully done.

There are some lovely erotic moments as well, Mike and Kaylee’s moments for me were so much better than anything involving Gavin and honestly that was how it should have been. The connection between Mike and Kaylee, what it represents, and what that means to them both honestly screams out for a sequel to this work… and I’d like to see that.

There’s a bit of a tense problem with some parts of the story. The author falls into the past tense all of a sudden in one encounter, and then flips back into the present tense and that for me was a bit of a stumbling block. But otherwise, the characters are solid, the story is heartfelt and has a lot going for it in many ways. Add to that some very hot Succubus mind control erotica and it’s a wonderfully told work that I enjoyed very much.

Four out of five pitchforks.

A cute, funny, self-depeciating story in many ways. But it is also a story about the truth of figuring out who you are and who really loves you in spite of yourself. Something important to remember I think.



Jun 26 2014

Succubi Image of the Week 337

There are some wonderful images of Succubi that really take my attention for a very special reason. Sometimes, just sometimes, I look at them and think… Yes… That could be Queen Tera in a way… Sort of like this week’s image can be… in a way though perhaps not quite as much as it might otherwise be…

Punaise - Devil by Bolduc

Punaise – Devil by Bolduc

This work is called Punaise – Devil and is by an artist on DeviantArt named Bolduc. You can find the original page with this art here and this artist’s page on DeviantArt is here.

There is a certain kind of teasing seductiveness around her I think. The lovely shiny clothing she is wearing is I admit a bit over the top, perhaps a little too much really, but it is strikingly delicious. Lovely tail, a rather odd come hither look as well in her expression… One might think that she is ensnaring one of her captors and convincing them that it would be a good idea to release her…

To be honest, this work sort of reminds me of a scene in a particular story about Queen Tera and her friend DC that always makes me smile…

And isn’t that the most important thing with any art?



Jun 25 2014

A very interesting mask of horniness…

Leather MaskLast week on the Tale, I was rather interested in a lovely corset that I found. I had mentioned that I thought that it needed an accessory or two in order to create something that I think might look interesting and seductive…

Normally I wear a pair of red horns with my costumes, but sometimes, just sometimes, I have worn a mask or two…

And this week, I’ve found what I think is the perfect mask to so with that corset I found…

This is a custom made mask, one of many possible kinds, colours, shapes and styles that are available, but it is the one that I think would work the best.

And it sells for $40 US.

That’s not at all unreasonable I think and as such I have ordered one, as well as that corset and I’m going to see what I can come up with as a costume…

There is a hint of seductiveness in this mask which I like a lot. Putting this with a red wig and heels and… some other things that I will keep to myself for the moment, might be deliciously seductive and that is what I want most of all in a costume…

I can promise one thing  and that is there will be no tacky to be found in what I manage to create…

I’ll give this mask four of out five pitchforks, but I am hoping that it will be a five when it arrives in the next few weeks…

And then… We’ll see won’t we?



Jun 24 2014

A Review of The Succubus’ Sub – Session Ten: Under Lock and Key by John Dylena

The Succubus’ Sub – Session Ten: Under Lock and Key by John Dylena

The Succubus’ Sub – Session Ten: Under Lock and Key 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 this will be a review of the tenth work which completes the second book in the series.

There comes a time in a relationship where the truth has to come out. The question is, what truth is it? Is it the truth within one’s self or the truth of the other? Is it a moment when your true needs come out or the realization that something you never could admit… you need to.

Having that truth, then asked to make a choice which has consequences that might put paid to that truth is a hard thing to face. Sometimes to be able to takes your own faith in your submissive and their’s in you.

It tells the story of:

The spell that transformed Brett into a succubus was a success. In fact, it was too successful. Still in the demonic form when it was supposed to wear off only after a couple of hours, Myserra takes her sub down to the underground to research the cause of his semi-permanent transformation.

A trip that involves a close encounter with an incubus, a bloody revolution, and a discovery that will change the relationship between the succubus and her sub forever.

Myserra has a problem. She turned Brett into a Succubus and the spell isn’t wearing off. Concerned, she goes off in search of answers and in doing so she finds that what she gets are the answers to herself… and Brett finds that those answers give him all that he has ever wanted for being a Succubus’ submissive. And a few things that he never expected he would ever have.

I think that the core of this work is the understanding, finally, that Myserra has when she comes to admit, not just to Brett, but to herself, that she does love him, need him, and more than that, finds that all of the emotions that she knows he has for her, she can see in herself. That really marks a shift in their story and moves it towards a resolution which answers a question that has been running through the entire series to this point. The solution makes sense, and I like where it seems to lead and I hope that where the story goes forward from here is all that I think it will be.

Brett has his own moments of trying to come to terms with being a Succubus, being wanted by others. But within that comes the one truth he holds onto, that grounds him, and as much as his own curiosity and thoughts tug at him, Myserra is there, just in case. There are moments when Brett has to face events and actions around him that test him greatly, but in spite of them, he holds true to that which is important to him. Myserra.

I think that the most interesting part of the work is when Myserra and Brett go in search of answers and they find some. Actually more than they expected in a lot of ways, but also that what they are offered as a solution is both a boon and a bane. Choices are made and then events overtake them both leading to a moment when Brett’s greatest fear stares at him.

There are some joyfully fun moments nonetheless between Myserra and Brett, and I have to say that they made me laugh at times and they worked really well with the two of them. The point at which the work focused for me was when Myserra was asked who Brett was. That admission, followed soon after by the words that Myserra really hasn’t said to Brett meant a lot to me and I was glad to see them.

A story of joys and relief mixed with worry, temptations and needs. A fitting closure to this part of the story of Myserra and Brett that for me worked really well. Their characters came fully to the fore, those around them added to their world and provided a glimpse into the what-ifs and could-he’s. Fully enjoyed and really the best of the series by far for many reasons…

Five out of five pitchforks.

A satisfying closure to this part of Myserra and Brett’s relationship that I felt answered a lot of questions about each of them. Emotionally told and in that telling comes the truths within each of them. Something that, for me, I hope the author returns to sometime as their story, and that of this universe isn’t done by far.

A little postscript. I’d like to thank John for allowing a particular raven haired, red tailed Succubus to appear. It was, for me, a lovely thing to know that she is seen as a friend to Myserra and that is something that made me smile.

Even if she is a little mischievous. Just a little…



Jun 23 2014

Succubi Anonymous Part II By TeraS

Some might remember that I started a story called Succubi Anonymous quite some time ago… Back on March 10, 2014 to be exact. You’ll probably want to read part one, which you can find here, if for no other reason that to remind yourself of where this story began.

I finally have in my mind how this should go, and so this is the start of all of that… such as it is…


Succubi Anonymous
Part II
by TeraS


Temptation is the devil looking through the keyhole.
Yielding is opening the door and inviting her in.


“You have everything? The kitchen sink, too?”

Stacy rolled her eyes at Lee in reply, then just kept stuffing things into her backpack.

Seeing that she wasn’t going to answer, Lee started poking through some of the items that she hadn’t put away as yet: “You know, you could just make this stuff from magic instead of carrying it all with you.”

Grabbing her panties from his hand, she told him: “I’m going to be a normal girl going to a normal university for a normal semester. I’m not going there to flaunt my powers in front of all of them.”

“Why are you doing this again? I mean …” He paused, then continued with a grin: “You might be a little too old to be taught anything.”

She looked over her shoulder and purred: “I can always learn … something.”

He shook his head: “I’m not sure if I should be worried for them or you.”

As the last few things went into the backpack, she sighed: “I’m not going to do anything there. I’d like to learn something new, which I think I will. And … let’s face it, Lee, I need some time away. I need to figure out things somewhere no one will know me.”


“That’s the question, isn’t it?”

The sound of a zipper closing put a period on that subject, it seemed, as Lee didn’t pursue it further. “If you need something, call me.”

She stretched her arms over her head and walked over to him: “I’ll be fine. There’s nothing to worry about, and I’m not going to draw attention to myself.”

“No, seriously; if something happens, I want to know. Don’t shut me out.”

“Have I …”

“Yes, you have … a lot.”

“I can look after myself.”

“I’m not saying you can’t. I’m saying that sometimes you don’t think things through or you try to do something that’s over your tail.”

Stacy’s pink tail moved behind her. Lee knew that particular arc it made, the one that said that she was getting ticked off … rapidly.

“Leave my tail out of this, Lee. Let me try without training wheels, please?”

He reached into a back pocket and then held out a cellphone, offering it to her: “Take this. Call, text, whatever.”

She looked at the phone for a moment, then turned and walked away: “Don’t need it.”

Lee watched her leave the room, then he stuffed the phone deep into her backpack, his next words said to the empty room: “I hope so. But just in case.”

Stacy portalled into a small grove of old trees that stood some distance from the campus proper. She didn’t want to suddenly appear on the campus and have someone see her or walk into her when she appeared out of nowhere. She was supposed to be just another student among many that were there, after all. Drawing attention to herself wouldn’t do any good when all she really wanted was a little bit of normality.

After slinging the backpack over her shoulder, she quickly found her way to the campus registration and waited for her number to be called. Looking at the slip in her hand, she wondered if the universe was having fun at her expense, then shook her head and put her nose back into the book she was reading. She has lost herself in the pages, half listening to the conversations around her, the numbers being called, and so on, but the book was holding most of her attention.

At least until someone took the chair beside her: “Hey.”

Stacy looked up to see who was trying to get her attention, and found a slim Japanese student with shockingly blue hair and a mostly Goth vibe going on looking at her.

She smiled: “Hey, yourself.”

“How long you been waiting?”

“Four hundred.”

“Four hundred?”

Stacy waved the book she was reading: “Four hundred pages … more or less.”

“That’s probably not a good thing, then.”

Stacy closed her book and turned her attention away from it: “I read fast. It’s been about an hour. They don’t seem to be in any rush to get things done.”

Her new companion gave a little snort: “Yeah, well, we’re all the last minute students. They’re trying to wedge us all into the classes that are left. With my luck I’ll get Basket Weaving and Russian Lit.”

Stacy smirked: “Well, I’m pretty good at basket weaving, but the Russian Lit thing will be a problem.” She offered her hand: “Stacy.”

The girl looked at her oddly, then shook it: “Regina.”

“Regina? Don’t tell me: your parents loved Alberta?”

The answer was a punch in the shoulder followed by: “You’re such an idiot, Stacy, even for a blond.” Then she smiled: “Here I thought this place was going to be a pain in the ass, and you’ve proved me right.”

Stacy rubbed her shoulder, not that it actually hurt: “Hey! Am not! You left yourself wide open for that one, you dummy.”

They continued to talk as the numbers were called, the time passing quickly, along with the occasional commentary that they shot at each other over the entire situation. Eventually Regina’s number was called, and she left Stacy, telling her that she’d be back when she was done.

She returned a lot sooner than Stacy expected.

“Hey, Cee? You got a place to stay?”

“No, I don’t … and don’t call me that. I hate that nickname.”

Regina, now knowing what bugged Stacie, of course continued to use it: “Listen, Cee, I need a roomie. There’s not a lot of places left on campus, and they won’t give out a dorm to me without a roomie. Would ya’?”

Stacy thought about it a moment, then replied: “Sure … Ginny.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Sure I would. You’re asking for it.”

Regina grabbed Stacie’s backpack and started dragging it over to where she came from: “How the hell did you carry this? Is there a kitchen sink in here?”

Stacy laughed and took it from her: “Nope, left that at home. Come on, let’s see what you’ve gotten me into, Ginny.”

What Stacy had gotten herself into was being roped into a sorority on campus, one of the smaller ones that was so far off the social map that you’d need a flashlight to find it.

They made an odd pair as they stood outside of the oak door to the sorority house—a Japanese Goth chick and an almost stereotypical blonde who was just this side of cutely sexy.

“I can’t believe that you signed me up for basket weaving, Cee.”

“Learn something new, Ginny, and it’s not that hard to do. Besides, it might come in useful someday.”

“Like when?”

Stacy couldn’t help the next words: “Like when you want to make a basket, duh.”

Regina opened the door and they stepped inside to see a tall woman with chalk white skin and green hair sitting behind a foldable table and staring off into space. Regina whispered out of the corner of her mouth: “Great … competition for Goth of the House.”

Stacie whispered back: “Be nice, dammit.” Then she turned to the new Goth and said, “Hi! We’re looking for Room 109.”

The Goth looked over, greeting them with a bored expression as she answered: “Upstairs, to the right. Welcome. If you need something, ask. I’m Lisa. Yadda-Yadda.”

Regina started to say something, but Stacie gave her a push with one hand and as they walked past Lisa, Stacy nodded and kept going.

After they had walked up the stairway to the second floor, Lisa looked off to the side and asked: “What do you think?”

The woman in the shadows nodded, but what she looked like or thought about the two new arrivals she didn’t reveal.

Room 109 was just large enough for two to share—assuming that you liked tight quarters with almost no privacy and could ignore all of the traffic that came past the door all of the time.

“Right, Cee. How much crap are you going to stick on the walls?”

“Me? Was going to ask you the same thing.”

“Okay: cards on the table. I only dress like this, Cee. I don’t do the rest of it.”

“Acting up against your parents a little?”

“Maybe. What about you?”

Stacy sighed: “Trying to find myself … trying to learn something of value.”

Regina was in the middle of opening her suitcase and looked at Stacy: “You know, you don’t sound like the blonds I know. They’re all vacant bimbos that come here to fuck.”

Stacy looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a sly grin: “I can do that if you want.”

“Please don’t … just … don’t.”

The blond tossed her backpack on the bed and opened it: “Wasn’t planning to. Look, I don’t want to party, okay? I’m just as happy to read a book all night.”

The smile in the words was very clear: “Bookworm.”

Stacy waved a book at her: “Yup. Seriously addicted.”

They didn’t say much of anything else for a while, though splitting the closet space and drawers required several rounds of rock-paper-scissors. Regina finished long before Stacie and helped for a time, but then stopped and asked: “Well, I didn’t find the kitchen sink in here, but I found this. You been looking for it?”

Stacy walked over and saw that Regina was holding a green cellphone in her hand and looking at it oddly: “There’s no keypad on it. Weird.”

“Dammit, Lee.”

“Who’s Lee? Ex-boyfriend? Stalker? Pain in the ass?”

She took the phone: “No, Ginny. You get the ‘pain in the ass’ label.”

“Thank you. I work hard at that. But, seriously: who’s Lee?”

Stacy traced a finger over the phone as she explained: “He’s a good friend. I’ve known him since … forever.”

“Friend-friend or Friend-boyfriend?”

The look she gave Regina, her blue eyes glinting slightly, sent a shiver up Regina’s back: “I trust him with my life.”

Regina had an odd look, then nodded: “Okay. So, why the phone?”

Thinking a minute, Stacy walked over to her side of the dresser and opened the bottom drawer: “Look where I’m putting this, Ginny.” After it was put away, she became very serious: “If something happens to me. I want you to dig that phone out, hold it in your hand, and just say Lee’s name.”

“What could possibly happen?”

“Just promise me. If something happens, call him, okay? He’ll be here sooner than you think.”

The knock at the door interrupted Regina’s answer, but as she opened the door she replied: “Okay. I will.”

“Will what?”

Standing on the other side of the door was a tall woman with purple hair wearing a corset and jeans.

When she didn’t get an answer, she looked at time both: “I’m Mary, you can think of me as the Mistress of the house.”

Stacy and Regina looked at each other and thought the same thing: “She’s going to be trouble.”

They really had no idea how right they both were at that moment.