Mar 16 2014

A Review of Dreams in Red: Part One by Lilith Li

Dreams in Red: Part One by Lilith Li

Dreams in Red: Part One by Lilith Li

One of the things that authors need to do, I think at least, is have a summary of their work that catches the interest of others. Another is they should have someone editing their work to pick up on spelling mistakes and other such things.

Those two points are really quite important when one thinks about them. The summary of this work is… lacking to put it mildly. A single sentence isn’t nearly enough. As for the editing? Well, little mistakes that drive me out of a story do bother me.

  • Title: Dreams in Red: Part One
  • Author: Lilith Li
  • Length: 17 Pages
  • Format: eBook
  • ASIN: B00F75M00Q
  • Publishing Date: September 13, 2013
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells about:

Gwen dreams of a creature with red eyes.

Being that the summary is, in my opinion, lacking, here’s what I think is a better one:

Gwen’s nights are taken by dreams of an Incubus who desires her. His need for her slowly takes over and she cannot escape him even in her waking hours. And when her dreams touch her reality, things… change.

Gwen’s dreams are of being bound and controlled by someone she cannot see. But the touch, the feeling alone are more than enough for her dreams to be very vivid and stay in her mind once she awakens. Her thoughts wander during the day, resulting in some rather embarrassing moments from time to time. But it is her dreams that take hold of her… quite literally.

There is, for lack of a better explanation, an Incubus haunting Gwen, one that seemingly knows what she desires. The moments of the real world pale in comparison to the moments in dreams where Gwen is powerless to resist the Incubus and what it wishes to do to her.

As the story progresses the heat builds until the climax of the story and a discovery that Gwen could have never expected. I hope, truly, that the author continues the story using the characters they placed in this work and not made a new path for the series to follow when, or if, it should ever appear.

There are quite a number of open ended questions by the end of this work, some of which I think might be red herrings, but nonetheless I would like to know whether my thoughts about the work are correct or not. That will require a second, or more, parts to find out.

The thing is that I find the real world moments… boring. By that I mean that while Gwen seems alive in them, the others around her are… cardboard. By that I mean there is the attempt at a connection, but it doesn’t feel right or work right for me at least. The erotic moments are nicely hot and the descriptions are lovely, but there is only so much sex I can deal with before I wonder about having some story again. In this work there is a lot more sex than story. I’d like to see that to be equal or if not equal then at least give the people around Gwen more than they seem to be.

Oddly, the real world seems more like a dream than the dream world is… Perhaps that is a clue? It’s something to think about at least…

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

Will I read the next work in the series when it comes out? I’m of two minds honestly… I would like to see where the author is going with this story. But I would like more story with my erotica please?

 

Tera

Mar 15 2014

A cute cartoony Morrigan Aensland YouTube…

It’s nice to see images of Morrigan Aensland that are fun and a little bit cartoony… I found a YouTube of an artist creating such a work recently. Now, I like the art, but the hyperactive camera work is a bit concerning… Still, it really makes Morrigan look so very cute and fun… Besides glasses on Succubi make them look sexier…

And if you cannot see this video on the Tale:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RyiaWUyvn2w

Lastly, a screenshot of the art, complete with sexy cute glasses for Morrigan…

Morrigan vby HentaiDrawBoom

The artist of this art is called Hentai DrawBoom and they have quite a number of this kind of art creation videos on YouTube. While Morrigan is, slightly, over-endowed here, I really do like the touch of her wearing glasses and peering over them…

Because sexy cute is the best kind of cute isn’t it?

 

Tera

Mar 14 2014

A Review of The Other Side of the Desert by Jessica L. Murray

The Other Side of the Desert by Jessica L. Murray

The Other Side of the Desert by Jessica L. Murray

A review of an interesting story about Lilith, her legend and the power that stories have this time. I don’t find a lot of stories that tell a story about Lilith in a way that isn’t stereotypical. Perhaps that is the one thing that many writers forget. Their words so have power and as such you really should make the most of them. In this case, this is a story that takes the myths of Lilith and adds another layer to them which makes the original story seem… lacking… in a way…

The work tells the story of:

An elderly priest on his deathbed with a dark confession entangles his young protege in his tale of a dark, mysterious woman. And a promise.

Father Robert is a legend to a young scholar just out of seminary. So Tom is delighted when he is placed there under Father Robert’s tutelage. However, Father Robert is not well. On his deathbed he requests Tom to be by his side. He has a tale to tell. A story so far-fetched it couldn’t possibly be true. The story of Father Robert’s meetings with the real-life Lilith, and hearing her side of the story of Creation, Adam, and a dark, disturbing secret that did not make it into the Bible. As Tom grapples with the imminent demise of his mentor, he must also ask himself who Father Robert really is. And why he chose Tom to reveal his secrets to.

The myth of Lilith is a well known one I think and this story takes that and turns it towards a different explanation. The story is set at the death bed of Father Robert, but it isn’t so much about him, or the young man that listens to his story, or even that of the sister that looks after the Father’s needs.

They are part of the story yes, but they aren’t the core of the story for the most part. The core of the story is the telling of what is said to be the true story of Lilith as Father Robert heard it from Lilith herself. That telling is detailed, emotional, and becomes more real than the rest of the story.

And that is where the point of the story isn’t comes into play. The story mentions one important point. Stories, the telling of them, the sharing of them, and the life in them, matters. It does to Lilith herself and the difference from the beginning of the story when she first appears to the last moment in the story is a dramatic one and that ties nicely into what Father Robert did as a result of meeting her.

I found it, through the course of Lilith telling her story, quite a different take on the story of Adam and Lilith, Lilith and her fate, and Adman, Eve and the end of the Garden of Eden. The author told a story that was captivating and strong in many ways. The trials that Lilith faces, her actions, and in the end, her transformation are all moments where they can be pictured easily in your mind and that is the mark of an excellent writer.

Nothing in the work took me out of the story and that again, marks this as a story well told and well done. the only issue I really have with it is that for the length of it, the subjects touched in it, and the events in it, there is something missing. A resolution to the climax of the story.

The promise given in that moment, for Father Robert, for Tom and most of all, for Lilith wasn’t taken to a conclusion and I have to wonder if the author intended for the story to continue in some way, but never managed to do so.

The questions left really would make for another telling story…

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

A bit short, the ending left a lot of questions that I would have liked to have answers for. Well written and well worth reading for a different perspective on Lilith and her mythos…

 

Tera

Mar 13 2014

Succubi Image of the Week 322

Two weeks of Succubi with hooves for the Succubi of the week… That’s something unique I think if I remember that correctly. Why this particular image? Well, if I ignore the hooves she does make me think of an interesting story which isn’t a bad thing… and the story behind her is interesting as well…

Misty Commission by Curlyhair

Misty Commission by Curlyhair

This image was a commission of an artist called Curlyhair on DeviantArt. You can find this artist’s page here and the page I found this work is here on DeviantArt.

The short version of the story behind Misty is that she is a cheerleader in a school and took a book of magic which then transformed her into a Succubus. It also warped her mind so that she has always, at least in her mind, looked like this as well.

The artist really has brought out the personality in this character, which before her change was a bit on the manipulative side. You can see it in her pose and expression and I would also say in her eyes in spite of them being not really visible. She has kind of a menacing air about her which for her more devilish look makes sense and looks right for her.

I’m not sure that her clothing being torn up is the best way of drawing her, but then I am picky about how Succubi appear. As always, I am not too thrilled by her hooves, though again she is more of an “evil” Succubus so that does kind of have to happen in a way…

But then my thoughts turn to how could I write a story about something, or someone, like this…

Maybe I will…

 

Tera

Mar 12 2014

So if this is a Demon Costume where are the horns?

Woman's Demon CostumeIt is starting to become something of a habit in advertising I think where they call a costume devil or demon in some way in order to sell it. That’s not a problem really, but, when a costume is defined as such wouldn’t it be a great idea to actually have some horns at least with the costume?

In this case, that didn’t happen. Not that it would help this costume at all really but still… This is called the Woman’s Demon Costume and it comes with… well. again this is an example of a costume with no details at all about it, and that’s becoming a problem too I think. I can say that this sells for $55 US however.

I’ll guess that the boots are not included, which is a shame really because I do like them, but all else is and that means that horrid bat on the front of the skirt comes with this costume.

This is, really, a vampire costume, but of course the description of this disaster I think was designed to direct google hits to it.

I wouldn’t buy this less wear it. Vampiric Succubi do not do anything for me. This costume does nothing for me. Even adding a pair of horns to this and removing that awful bat on the skirt can’t help this to be better in anyway.

Zero pitchforks out of five.

I know this isn’t a Succubus costume, or a devil one for that matter. I just wanted to note the lengths to which some retailers go to sell something this bad…

 

Tera

Mar 11 2014

A Review of I, Succubus by Lara Waters

I, Succubus by Lara Waters

I, Succubus by Lara Waters

It is interesting to me the concepts of what a Succubus is that authors decide on. More, it is how that existence is explained, or used, to drive the story forwards which can either make or break a story.

The problem for me comes in when the explanation of what happens in the story, how the Succubus comes to be isn’t explained or alluded to enough. To simply have her “do something Succubus-like” isn’t going to really do a lot for me. It’s quite a bit worse when, given that the story ends on a cliffhanger, and is advertised as the beginning of a series, that it does not continue and the questions are not answered.

  • Title: I, Succubus
  • Author: Lara Waters
  • Length: 15 Pages
  • ASIN: B00CBY33Y8
  • Publishing Date: April 11, 2013
  • This work at Amazon.com

 

The work tells of:

A new paranormal erotica is born! Welcome to the tale of I, Succubus – a dark, lusty and comic tale of what happens when a girl discovers more about her sexual appetites then she perhaps wants…

Evelyn is a Succubus, calling herself one of the “Others”, those that are not quite human that exist within the human world. One a month her Succubus takes over and she needs to take the life of another to calm the being within her and continue on. Meeting another in the streets of Stockholm in her moment of need, she takes them and what she is comes to the fore.

The most interesting thing about this work is that Evelyn seems to be two beings within one body. There is a distinct personality shift between the two and it’s interesting to watch Evelyn shift from being concerned about the other to not caring about them. There is a touch of evil in her Succubus self that drives the story towards erotica and while that is done well, I have a problem with it.

How Evelyn as a Succubus takes the other isn’t exactly clear and it seems a bit scattered and an afterthought really when that moment occurs. That’s not to say the erotica isn’t well written, for it is, but rather that the ending was not satisfying because it just… happened. And there the story comes to an end.

The other thing is that the way this work is summarized, I was expecting to find a second part to this work. To discover more about Evelyn, about her world, about all that has happened to her. But there isn’t, at least not to the date of this review at least.

What little there is told about her past, the vagueness of how things progress for her, the questions that I was left with at the end of the story all led to asking… why? Why couldn’t the work be a little bit longer? Why couldn’t the story tell more about Evelyn herself? About the “Others” she refers to? There just seemed to be a lot more that could have been covered in the story to make it better rounded and more interesting than simply some erotica that had a touch of horror within it.

Two and a half out of five pitchforks.

An interesting idea that left me wanting. Too much unexplained or happening that isn’t embellished upon. If there was a second work I think all of this would be better explained, but to this review, that didn’t happen…

 

Tera

Mar 10 2014

Succubi Anonymous Part I By TeraS

To those that will read this story, and then moan and complain about my using Succubi for the plural and singular tenses of my characters. Deal with it. This isn’t a story about the traditional Succubus myth. It’s my own. And in my mythos we are Succubi, one and all.

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Succubi Anonymous
By TeraS

 

It’s hard to understand addiction unless you have experienced it …

 

The sun had just begun to set in the Realm when she left her home and started to make her way to were she was supposed to be, but didn’t honestly wish to be. It was the longest walk of her life. Considering that she was one of the Succubi, that was saying something.

It wasn’t the distance itself that was the problem; she could have simply willed herself there in an instant. The problem was that she was going to have to do something she didn’t want to. She would have to tell her story, all of it, and face the slings and arrows of those that would be there. The thought of telling her story, all of it, every awful part that ate at her from within, just did not make the time pass as she walked along.

As she went along, she noticed, here and there, others going this way and that, seemingly happy in their own lives. For the most part, really, nothing caught her attention … until she saw a black tail leading her slave crossing her path.

She stopped and stared at them. The black tail was obviously in control, her long thigh high boots swishing as she walked. Her slave, her pet, her thrall—a male—was being led on his leash a few short steps behind her.

The observer shivered and closed her eyes, hoping to control herself. She hoped for a moment of quiet in her thoughts, a moment to gather her will so she might quietly continue on her way. Instead, she had a flash of a moment, one that both thrilled her and shamed her. She remembered holding court, her thralls whimpering and kneeling around at her feet. Their collars shimmering around their necks, their wills bent … twisted … reshaped and redefined. She bit the inside of her cheek to stifle the moan that she knew was coming; a moan growing from her desire to turn, leave, and go back to all of that delicious submission that she held and controlled. The heat within began to boil and she shook as the need to control … command … be worshipped …

“Are you okay?”

The voice shook her away from her thoughts, though the heat was still there, simmering, and an urge bubbled up in her: to take, completely, the one who disturbed her. When she opened her eyes, that thought left as she realized who had spoken. She knew him well, of course she did. He knew exactly what she was going through.

Her reply rode on a sigh: “Hi, Lee.”

He looked at her, his green tail shifting behind him as he did so: “Annnd let me guess: you saw Rachel with her toy and lost it?”

She started walking again: “Didn’t lose it. But if you aren’t careful I’ll make sure you lose it when I scratch this itch.”

He chuckled: “Tempting. Afterwards, maybe, but not now.”

“Great. Now I’ll be horny and wet.”

“Imagine everyone naked. That might help.”

“Not helping.”

When he didn’t say anything for a few moments, she turned and looked at him, only to see a smirk waiting for her. Her tail arcked away and slapped him on his leg as she added to the sound of it hitting him: “Asshole.”

Rubbing his leg he caught up to her: “Naturally. Part of the job description, after all.”

As they crested a hill, she saw their destination and stopped, Lee bumping into her, making her stumble before he caught her. It was a simple, single story meeting place in the Realm for those that … had a problem.

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“No. You’ve come this far. You can get through this.”

“You actually expect me to go there? To tell them? You know what could make this worse?”

“Doing it naked?”

She wrapped her arms around herself: “If she’s there.”

“Well, I don’t expect her to be.”

She looked at the doors, seeing them open, welcoming Succubi here, Incubi there. It looked to be a full house. Terrific.

“If she’s there, I can’t do this, Lee. I’ll fall apart. I know I will.”
He touched her shoulders and turned her away from the scene to look at him: “You won’t. All you have to do is go in there, do it, and walk back out. Easy.”

“Easy is seducing someone, Lee. Easy is finding the right shade of lipstick to use on a certain Incubi I know. This isn’t …”

He chuckled: “It is. You just have to seduce them into listening to you. Just try. Please? And I want to see that lipstick after.”

She pushed him away with resignation in her voice: “Might not ever want to again.”

He didn’t answer that, but followed a short distance behind her and, when she entered the building, he turned and walked through another doorway. He had his own demons to face … in more ways than one.

A little while later, she was looking at a table which had a spread of snacks laid out before her. As she reached for a cookie, her hand paused over a can of Redi-Whip that someone had placed there and her thoughts drifted … again. She remembered using that … more than once … a lot more than once. Dammit, she was wet now, and horny, and …

“Looks like a nice turn out, don’t you think?”

That voice was the one she didn’t want to hear. Her hand shaking now, she picked up one of the cookies and turned it over in her hands to occupy herself. There was no escape now, not with her here.

“Didn’t really notice.”

“I did. Are you alright?”

She managed to take a bite of the cookie to muffle her reply, or, more accurately, to stop it. The sound of the cookie crunching drowned out the sounds around her and she looked to see that the room was, in fact, full, others having found their seats—save for her.

There was one chair left, she knew from the stories she had heard that the one she feared would be there would not be sitting down.

“Do you want some help?”

She shook her head and walked the last dozen steps to the empty chair, dropping into it and continuing to look at the cookie in her hands. She didn’t look up through the introductions, nor did she really want to listen. Having heard the words often enough she could have repeated them from memory.

“Is there anyone that would like to start?”

As always, no one offered. She never went first, it was better to be further down the list so that her own faults and mistakes were drowned out by the mistakes of others.

This time, however, as she looked up, she realized that everyone in the room was looking at her expectantly. Waiting for her to stand up and face the music. Clutching the cookie like a lifeline, she stood up, her tail wrapped around her right leg nervously.

She tried to smile, but that didn’t come easily. But at least the first important words came out in a rush before she could change her mind and run away. “Hello. My name is Stacy, and I am a succubi. It’s been 42 days since I last enslaved someone, and I am trying very hard not to do it again … as tempting as it has been in the past while.”

There was a round of applause from the others in the room, all of them succubi, sitting on their folding chairs; occasionally whispering to each other and listening to Stacy tell her story. They knew what she was fighting against and they were there to commiserate with her and what she was going through.

Just across the floor from Stacy stood a tall, raven-haired succubi. There was no doubting who she was, and Stacy wished that she wouldn’t have been there. It would have been easier. Every Succubi and Incubi in the Realm knew who she was, her red tail swishing in the air as she nodded in approval before urging Stacy on.

“Go on, Stacy … We’re all here to support you.”

She managed a shy smile, “Yes, Tera. Thank you … I need all of the help I can get, honestly.”

She looked over the group seeing a black tail here, a green one there, but—and this was the most frightening thing—she was the only pink tail there. It wasn’t so bad to have to tell about what she had done and might do again. No, the problem was that Tera was standing there and listening to everything she said, as well.

And it wasn’t the easiest thing to disappoint someone who had trusted her and then had to deal with the aftermath of what she had done. She looked at the last piece of the cookie in her hand for a long moment. Where to start? Where to begin?

The answer was in a deep breath, followed by: “My problems started a long time ago, and at the time I really didn’t see a problem with what I was doing …”

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