Nov 04 2013

For What It’s Worth by TeraS

The final part of Acceptance should be appearing today, but what I have isn’t right and as such I’m not going to share it today… However, I do have something I am going to share…

For what it is worth…

For What It’s Worth
By TeraS


“What’s it worth?”

The question was posed in a way which seemed to infer that the person speaking didn’t see how it could have much, if any, value at all.

The answer was made in that sort of way that said “If you have to ask, you can’t afford it,” but which was spoken as, “You tell me.”

Being that it seemed as if the one asking the question wasn’t going to get anywhere, he soon moved on, assuming that it had no value and never would.

It was a shame, really: she could see there was the barest glimmer of possibility in the customer, but now she would never really know if she was right or not. She just simply moved on, as well.

The question of worth was one with which those in the Realm had quite a lot of experience. Long ago, their kind never was seen to be worth much at all. How could those with horns and tails be worth anything to anyone? They were not “worthy” in the eyes of most, never allowed to be more than what they were seen to be. Thus, the question of worth was one that never quite left one specific mind in the Realm.

She had seen what the idea of worth had done to her kind before; how it had turned brother against sister, parents against one another, and worse still. She knew, better than many, how wanting to be of worth, to be worthy, could tear one apart. Sometimes, healing was possible … sometimes, not. It depended, of course, on what each being felt she or he was worth in the end.

She decided, when the time came, that the question of worth was not the question that mattered. It did not matter if they were seen as having worth or not. This question wasn’t the point of their existence. So, she changed the question, the one that mattered, from what they were worth to something else.

The question which, in the end, rose to her thoughts was, “Who are we?”

Think about that a moment: take away the idea of worth, of measuring up to an impossible checklist that others judge you against and instead ask yourself who you are. What is it that you represent? What gives you purpose in your life?

For her, the answer was both simple and complex. It was an answer she gave in the moments when the impossible was needed, the simple to be done. When everything was falling apart or was finding itself again. Two simple words that sometimes made all of the sense in the world, and at other times just made one’s mind hurt from trying to understand them.

The words? “Just … because.”

Why try to make others understand?

Why take a chance on someone when no one else will?

Why be there in the dark when needed?

Why be there in the light when needed, too?

Why listen to others, to feel their hurt, their ache, their desires?

Why give them the wish they have, the moment shared?

Why take the risk to be told that what you offer is, and there was that word again, not “worth” anything?

She would smile in that way of hers, a lock of raven hair falling over one of her so green eyes and she would say, with conviction: “Just … because.”

And that was the moment when the world would pause. Some would not understand, not see what was behind the red horns and heart-tipped tail. They would not see the angelic wings or the halo that fluttered and shimmered there as well. They would see something that, to them, was worth nothing to them.

Some would think that such a devaluation would devastate her, that it would chip away at her will, her soul. Those that believed this didn’t understand why she was the Queen of the Realm: she had accepted herself for who she was, something that those who didn’t accept, could not in themselves.

She would smile—she always had that bemused little smile—and just allow them to believe they knew all about her. They never would, of course—the larger the shame for that—but they were entitled to one important thing: choice. They chose not to believe, not to accept, and, in doing so, they made that choice of their own free will.

But sometimes, just sometimes, there was the other sort: the kind who could see beyond what was expected, what was thought to be the worth of that moment. They could ask questions of her, to see what she was like, what she thought, what she believed.

So let’s go back to her once more. She has met another soul somewhere in the universe and spent time with them. She’s shown who she is, told about her Realm, what is there, what her kind believe in. Perhaps that soul asks to see what she is talking about: to see her tail, her horns, her Realm, to have time there to see if what she says is true, that she is being truthful, that what she is, in truth, is more than what she is worth.

She makes the offer, the one that the one before posed the question: “What’s it worth?”

This time the question asked is … different: “Why me?”

Her answer, with that bemused smile they would come to know, is, of course …

“Just … because.”

Because it isn’t about what others think you are worth. It is you being able to see it in yourself, to know you are happy with who you are, to know that you can, truly, give that understanding to others.

Because … isn’t that worth everything?

Nov 03 2013

A Review of The Demon in my Soul by John Dylena

The Demon in my Soul by John Dylena

The Demon in my Soul by John Dylena

I am concluding my review of the Raethiana Trilogy by John Dylena today on the Tale. I reviewed the first work in this series The Demon at my Door here on the Tale and the second work, The Demon in my Heart, was reviewed here on the Tale as well. Today’s review will be of the final work in the trilogy The Demon in my Soul.

I think that the most critical part of any series is how the threads that have appeared in it come together at its conclusion. They cannot be ignored, for they were the soul of the story. They cannot be glossed over, for they are the heart of the story. They must be made to have meaning, to take what has been and make it something more than one could have expected.

It is a rare talent and I was very pleased that this author had that within them by far…

This work concludes the series with the story of:

Everything has come down to this. With his newfound powers, Raethiana has taken it upon herself to train John as things continue to deteroriate in the underground. The return of a past enemy shakes things up as the war threatens to tear apart John and the succubus Raethiana forever.

I have to say that the author has quite a lot of understatement in their summary of this work, but to be fair, it is very difficult to give a review of a work which reveals so many of the questions and mysteries that cropped up in the preceeding works. So, for the first thing I will say, it would be a terrible thing to judge this work by its cover as it were. The writing, the story, the characters all come to a point in which they are all brought to a really satisfying place.

The surprises in the second work continue in this work, but while there are some really interesting points and moments that are touched on, thankfully they are the icing on the story itself. John discovers his true self, who really matters to him and what he is capable of. I had thought of a possible conclusion for his story, which did not unfold as I thought it might. Instead the path John takes is more more interesting a thing to behold. He is insecure about many things about him, his past, and as well his connection with Raethiana. But as the story progresses, he faces many of his own fears, in both of the worlds he now lives in and by doing so becomes a fuller character with purpose.

John has, by the end of this work and the series as a whole, become something more. Someone more. He might not be perfect, and still have some issues within him, but he does know an important truth about Raethiana, about his mother, and about himself. The entire universe might be falling apart around him, but the ones that matter to him the most he will always have. I can see a path for him to take into the future which I really would love to see, but I can’t explain here. But if it would happen, I think his mother would be overjoyed that he did so. If it did happen, the implications for the world that Raethiana comes from would be telling I think.

As for Raethiana, she also finds out a truth about John, about love, about making a sacrifice that can mean losing everything but in the end she finds a way to overcome for what matters to her most of all. There is a moment in this work where the two of them face each other before everything is tested. That is her defining moment and it is one that I think says everything.

I mentioned there were secrets still to be revealed in this work, and the one about the threat to the Succubus Queen herself was quite surprising. It wasn’t something impossible or unlikely and it dovetailed quite well with John’s own path in the story. There is a mirror set against John’s life which was I thought quite right overall. It gave a thread in the work which showed quite clearly the difference between love and hate and in the end which is the more powerful in a clear way.

The climax of the work gives rise to further stories i feel about Raethiana and John. I would like to see a story about them in the far future when events might transpire for who John really is and his relationship to the demon world. The path is set out quite clearly in this work, but it does not take away from the drawing together of the threads of this series and where John arrives.

Part of that path is John coming to terms with his other self, his Succubus self. Those moments with Raethiana, when she is being taught, is learning what she can do, when she is tested to the brink, and eventually comes to find not just her feminine self but her name, which I think was a lovely touch in what it becomes, are some that will stay with me.

There are moments of passion and heat in the story which give rise to the development of all of the characters in many ways. The touches shared, the passions ignited are lovely and quite telling for all of them. John does have a moment where he cannot see the why of his relationship with Raethiana, but when he does, when he understands that it is not the form that matters when you love someone… That’s special and something I believe in always.

The moments of action are many in this work, some quite violent of course, there is a battle being fought. But in that comes heartfelt emotion, loss and pain which draws the characters together more tightly than any simple speech or words could possibly do.

There aren’t any moments that feel wrong, the storytelling is perfect, and the characters are true to who they are. That is the most passionate part of this series as a whole and it is what comes to the fore in this, the conclusion. But while it is the conclusion, it is not the end… not by any means and that makes this work even more wonderful…

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

This is not simply erotica and it should not been seen as such. There is so much more to this work and the series as a whole. Three books in this series I feel is not nearly enough for all of the world building that the author has done here…

I also will add that for the series as a whole, I give it five out of five pitchforks. It is enthralling, the story is powerful and in the end there is a lesson to be learned and remembered by all. It is special when such works appear and I for one can but give this series my highest acclaim and recommendations.

I have heard from the author that there will be future stories told in this universe which I do look forward to and I will be watching out for. Writing of quality should be recognized and encouraged… My best wishes to this author in their future works and more…



Nov 02 2013

A YouTube of Miki the dancing Succubus

Another dance video this week from YouTube of a Succubus… And I do think she’s really cute…

And if you cannot see the video on the Tale:

A small warning, the music is really, really frantic…

And, a still of Miki the Succubus from the video…


She is really very cute, but the neat thing to me is that she seems to have a halo along with her tail and that just makes me smile a bunch. I know that she’s really styled in an anime theme, but that’s really okay as it seems to fit her overall look really well…

The creator of this video also posted an image of Miki on DeviantArt and you can find that image here if you’d like to have a look…

So much cute and now I really want to write a story about a Succubi named Miki…


Nov 01 2013

A Review of The Demon in my Heart by John Dylena

The Demon in my Heart by John Dylena

The Demon in my Heart by John Dylena

I am continuing my review of the Raethiana Trilogy by John Dylena today on the Tale. I reviewed the first work in this series The Demon at my Door here on the Tale and there will be one further review of the concluding book in the series to come with my next book review.

I have said that story matters. More so beyond the story is the question of the characters themselves. The best stories are those that create worlds within which are characters that you truly care about. You suffer the slings and arrows, their ups and downs… But most of all, you gasp when truths never expected are revealed.

This work continues to do all of that and more…

This work continues the story of:

The second book details the ever changing life of John as his love for the succubus Raethiana gets stronger. Following the truth behind his immunity to her magic, John finds out there is more to him than meets the eye following not only a night of passionate sex with this demon lover, but also after a fateful trip to the demon underground.

John travels further down the path of self discovery as an ancient enemy lingers in the shadows. Everything changes and the stakes rise as the story builds to its inevitable explosive and romantic end in the third and final book.

Where do you start when a story brings you to tears? It’s hard to describe the emotions that come as this story continues to develop. The discoveries that John learns about himself, the reactions from Raethiana, the stories of Succubi Queens past and present… There is so much depth to this work that telling of it in detail would be a terrible thing to do because every single scene matters. Which is the mark of good storytelling, and this work certainly is.

John’s discoveries about himself, his past, the true past, and what it means to him are filled with emotion, loss, devotion and, finally, a measure of acceptance which I found to fit who he is in the series quite well. There are moments in this work were things happened to John that were puzzling, but then were explained in a logical, reasonably way that felt like they just were right for him. Two scenes in particular were truly important, one being when he met his mother, the moments there were so much more than I could have expected them to be. The other was when Raethiana transformed John into a Succubus. It was… right. That’s the only way I can really explain it as the picture I had in my thoughts when that happened were that it just fit right with all that had happened in the story to that point.

Raethiana discovers much about herself and discovers that some things she thought she knew she really didn’t. The revelations that reflect on Raethiana’s world and John’s for that matter take a toll on her. They aren’t simply brushed aside or ignored. They become part ot her, of her decisions, of her desires. In that she is transformed in a way that she never expected to be. Love, after all, can make one do… anything… and in that Raethiana will never be a stereotypical Succubus which made me particularly happy.

What I found the most interesting was the tales of the world in which Succubi live in. Of their history, what they did in the past, who led them, what they stood for, and who in the end stood against them. How that stance, that change gained their race something more than they had before. It is so much more than I expected to see in this work by far. I have said that I like erotica to be more than the friction between two characters. I want it to tell a story, a good story, and if the erotica isn’t the point of it, I am perfectly fine with that. This work, the middle of the series, tells a story that in the beginning I never expected and that was a joy for me to find here.

There is heat in the work, a lovely passionate scene between Raethiana and John that was delicious in its intensity and power that does have a gender change in it for John, but the way that is told, how it is approached, blends into the rest of the story quite well and in doing so just connects them both to where the story goes from there.

There are, as well, two Succubi Queens in this work, both of which are, for me at least, how I see that such beings should be and act. It was lovely to know of them, to find out their secrets and discover who they really are. It is said that you are given a title but you need not be that. You need to be yourself. Both of these Queens show that truth clearly and for that I was thrilled…

It really is a wonderful story that just connected with me in many ways and I really enjoyed. There is a small issue however in that the author had, like the first work, some tense errors and one other minor issue during the story with a single sentence. Otherwise it has passion, it has depth and it tells a real, gripping story.

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

This is not simply erotica and it should not been seen as such. There is so much more to this work and the series as a whole. Three books in this series I feel is not nearly enough for all of the world building that the author has done here, but there is only one more book to come… This coming Sunday on the Tale I’ll be reviewing Book Three in this series called The Demon in my Soul. I have high hopes that I believe will be met and surpassed by far…



Oct 31 2013

Tera’s 2013 Halloween Manip – Forever Hers

It has been, I well know, a very long time since I have managed to create a manip on the Collective or anywhere else for that matter. However sometimes you discover an image and things… happen.

And sometimes those things are Forever Hers…

Forever Hers by TeraS

Forever Hers by TeraS

This is called Forever Hers and you can find the full work at this link elsewhere on the Tale:

And here is the story, for those that would like to read it more clearly…

The voice was seductive … promising …

telling of what pleasures awaited if you only gave in,

losing yourself to the promise being given.

Your need was … overwhelming … consuming … addictive … forever.

You struggled to resist

the one that haunted you in your dreams and waking moments,

the one that made your body shiver in need in the day and quake in the night.

Your body was … taken … owned … possessed … forever.

The nights became long, the days shorter still.

Night was her realm: she controlled it, made it do whatever she wanted … to you,

your dreams, your waking hours, all lost to her power and dominance over you.

Your will was … ebbing … slowly … away … forever.

She caressed your body, sapping your strength, your thoughts, your all.

She teased you … playing with you … but it only made you want her more,

need her more, hunger for her more, wake screaming in the night for her more.

Your being… fading… passing… needing… forever.

On the night of nights the veil between the worlds cracked.

A sea of red pooled around you, wet, shimmering … her gateway open to you.

You heard a moan: your voice … her voice … hot … needful.

Your soul was … changing … twisting … becoming … forever.

You are lost as she forms … the red your all, the black your all.

You crawl to her now, to adore her body as it forms from the darkness,

to do … anything, everything; with a word, your obedience to her is all.

Your submission is … encompassing … enveloping … transmuting … forever.

The red forms her legs; you kneel there to worship,

in your place, as it has always been, on this her night of nights,

at her feet, her pet, her thrall, her toy.

Your all …

… was …

… is …

… will be …

… hers …

… forever.

My thanks always to my heart for his help in making my mess of thoughts and ideas much better than they were when they first appeared to me…

Happy Halloween to all!



Oct 30 2013

This costume really doesn’t need a light show…

This, the night before Halloween I found a Devil Girl costume that isn’t quite perfect, mind you only one is and that one was specially designed and created for me. In that same idea, I found a costume that was custom made with some optional extras… The thing of that is… I like the costume quite a lot, I think I can do without the light show however…

Illuminating Devil Costume

This is called the Illuminating Devil Costume, and it comes with the top, skirt and a pair of horns. It also has an accessory of some orange glow in the dark lighting that can be fitted into the costume in some hidden pockets.

Shoes are not included of course nor a tail or pitchfork. It can be found for $$85 US on one particular site only as it is a custom creation.

I have to say that the model that is shown here, the effects around her, her pose, and expression really sell this costume and it does tempt me… a lot.

I like the horns, I can live with the top, but the skirt… I don’t like it much and since this is a custom piece I would be asking if some alterations might be made to make the entire look a shade less cheerleaderish and more… well Succubish.

I understand the lighting gimmick in a way, but the description says that the costume glows and flashes which, honestly, pushes the realm of tackiness more than I like. So, at least for me, that part of the costume would never be used…

Tacky isn’t Succubus material.

Overall, I’ll give this costume three and a half pitchforks out of five.

I think it can be better, sexier, and more than it is just from what other creations this designer has made which are, to be honest, stunning in their beauty and look…



Oct 29 2013

Desires 101

This is, quite simply, the moment, the turning point, where Tera, the Queen of the Succubi, changed forever…


Desires – Beginnings

By BStyles and Tera S

Part Thirty-Seven


Martin sat up as well, watching with concern as she turned away. It seemed like in spite of all of the evening’s events, she stubbornly sought to shrug away any sort of support or positive emotion. He had encountered such a thing before…the results of such thinking would usually end with the sufferer wasting away under a spiraling flood of bad feelings, until it seemed their very souls were swallowed up.

Gently, he reached out, placing a hand assuringly on Tera’s shoulder. The Blessing he had given her would be enough to protect her heart from the many external dangers, but did nothing to expel the sadness within her already….he sighed, softly…

“What you’ve shown me tonight…and let me experience, was….incredible, to say the least.” He smiled, ruefully. “You are quite a woman, in ANY world, to have had an Angel give you his heart…” He blushed a little at admitting that, but it was true. “I would hope that the possiblity of a friendship between us would cheer you, or the appreciation for all that you’ve shown me would strengthen your resolve…your heart, mind, and soul are shining examples of who you are, but if you feel you absolutely need an external symbol…”

His voice trailed off for a moment, and he sighed with resolve, his hand pulled away from her. Slowly, he crossed his arms over his chest, reaching for either of his wings. It was a thing seldom done, save for those who truly needed the reminder of their own special place in the chaos of existance…

Grabbing at a feather in each hand, Martin took a deep breath, and began to pull. His eyelids snapped closed, tears welling up at the corners. His face turned a dangerous shade of red, as with a grunt and then a yell, the feathers came loose. A single drop of blood fell from the stems of the feathers, tears falling down his cheeks as he panted, trying to recover. Light, but it hurt! A sacrifice of such magnitude, he should have been expecting it.

Panting a little, he opened his eyes, looking fixedly at Tera. Slowly, he held out the feathers to her – white, soft, and pure. “….then have mine…”


The gift, the gift… Oh how to accept it when you cannot see it within yourself?