Oct 26 2013

Some music really doesn’t suit Morrigan I think…

Another YouTube of Morrigan Aesland to share this week… The video itself is of the anime series that Morrigan appears in with a music track taking the place of the original dialogue and so on…

The thing is… I just can’t see how the music really fits Morrigan herself…

And a link in case you cannot see the video here on the Tale:


I just really think that classical music would fit her better in her attitude and how she carries herself. If not that, then something a bit less… frantic?

It would he something sensual to reflect her nature, but also something that holds in it an underlying power that is also part of who she is…

I really do need to find that piece of music sometime…



Oct 25 2013

A Review of Monogamy is Dead by Jennifer Mancini

Monogamy is Dead by Jennifer Mancini

Monogamy is Dead by Jennifer Mancini

Sometimes a story about an Incubus, or a Succubus for that matter, isn’t really about them. While it can, and normally does, have some erotic moments in it, the better story becomes one about those around them that are, quite simply, human.

A story about the flaws of being a human being and not having your life be perfect is interesting as well. But then what happens when you find perfection… and it isn’t enough?


The work’s summary tells about:

Socialite Bianca Lightenger has everything a woman could ever hope for but still happiness eludes her. The only thing that tempers the dull ache of ambivalence is casual sex with a long line of willing victims. Until the day she meets Gabriel, a man who isn’t at all what he seems. Will Bianca be able to accept love on his terms or has she already missed out on the fairytale life of her dreams?

Bianca is, for lack of a better description, lost. She is never satisfied and can never quite be really happy. She drowns herself in sexual encounters and this leads to an encounter on the street that finally pushes her relationship with her husband over the edge and into oblivion. After that moment, she finds herself entangled in the arms, and other parts, of Gabriel. He needs sex every day to survive, but tells Bianca that he loves her. The problem is, can she believe this knowing her own life?

Bianca is the core of this story and everything is seen through her eyes. That can be, truly, so very sad in so many moments because she just cannot really be happy. That one core part of herself, that she cannot come to terms with just destroys every relationship at some point. And when she sees the aftermath of what her husband does, or has to try to come to terms with Gabriel having sex with others… She simply cannot and shuts down.

Gabriel is an incubus, in spite of what he rationalizes in the story. While he does, and actually another minor character just confirms this for me, remind me of Fae, and those that watch Lost Girl will get where I am coming from, the tale of who and what he is doesn’t come into the fore. It’s more about the sex with him, and for that matter with Bianca, than anything else.

To a point.

There is a revelation that Gabriel has and in doing so he gives a gift to Bianca that changes everything. In that moment, the story becomes much better. The path it takes from there, what happens and the end result of that gift are stunningly powerful considering all that has transpired in the work to that point.

Wonderfully human characters, emotional and quite powerful in how it develops over time. Yes there are erotic moments, quite a lot of them, but they are there as part of the story and not the core of it. That makes this work much more than it otherwise could have been from where it began from.

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

There are things left unsaid, questions about Gabriel and those around him that are not delved into and that is something I would like to know more about. Perhaps, possibly, there is another work to come in this series and more of the back story will appear.

It would be nice if it did.



Oct 24 2013

Succubi Image of the Week 303

The Succubi for this week actually is a series of images because she really interests me and since there is some lovely art of her, I thought I should share what I did find… She is the demoness, or Succubus, that graces the cover of the book “la Saga di Amon ” written by Paola Boni.

All of this art is by an artist on DeviantArt called Amon Sara Forlenza. You can find where I found some of this art here and the artist’s page on DeviantArt is here as well. The only thing I wish is that I could understand better about this series and this particular Succubus, I’m going to describe her as such as she looks like one to me. You can also have a peek here for the site that I found which has information on the series available. Perhaps someday the series will be translated into English… I for one would like to be able to read it…

I really love her a lot as a Succubus. She just has the look, the feel, the stature of a powerful being of eroticism and sensuality. Her body shape is lovely, I’m quite pleased that the artist didn’t give her hooves most of all. I am a bit confused by the twin tails, but as I believe she is a very powerful being, two tails would I think reflect her powers… Her wings are the right size and look right for her as well. Interesting setting, though with how relaxed she is, how secure she is in her position, it kind of fades into the background leaving her red form to capture you and hold you… As any good Succubus would do. After all, being the center of attention is important isn’t it?

I am really captivated by this artist’s style and how they breathed so much life into her. I wonder if a model was used to create her or not. Regardless of that question, I have no question that she is one of the best Succubi I have found this year by far…



Oct 23 2013

Where is the Tail Cozy in this costume?

It bothers me sometimes how little effort some costume designers make when it comes to Devil Girl, never mind Succubus costumes. I think I’ve found one of the most… well, uninspiring I think is the way I’ll put it, but I am sure there are other more…. crass ways to do so…

This is called the Cozy Devil Costume and it comes with the romper, a really lousy tail and a pitchfork that I continue to want to burn in a fire. Amazingly, there are no horns included, nor are there shoes…

It sells for $50 Us on some sites, but it can be found for a lot less easily enough…

This is a prime example of a costume that took no thought whatsoever, is probably the cheapest thing to produce, and most of all, looks… well meh isn’t that far from how I feel about it.

It’s really disappointing to me when the costume looks like it was tossed together with some accessories in order to make it look like something, but this fails in that miserably.

I can’t explain just how revolted I am with the tail on this costume, the words just escape me completely which really is saying something I think.

There is no way to save this, there is nothing in it that I would even consider to wear even if my horns depended on it…

A zero, obviously…

Next week won’t be I promise.



Oct 22 2013

Desires 100

Some truths come out in the oddest places… even for the Queen of the Succubi…


Desires – Beginnings

By BStyles and Tera S

Part Thirty-Six


Tera smiled at that as she nuzzled against his form, her thoughts still somewhat scattered from that moment they had shared in that way so few others could ever truly share. She softly answered, “It’s….. hard…. So so hard to be what I am and do what I want to do… I walk a line between the worlds and yet cannot be a true part of either of them… I could fall into one or raise into the other, but in the end others would suffer for me and that would never do…”

She was quiet for a time… How long was difficult to say in this other place… A second… A hour…. A day… Longer? Shorter? In truth it really didn’t matter to either of them…

Then she untangled herself from him and sat up. She drew her wings around her and then trailed her fingers along her black wings looking at them curiously. She sighed, “It’s a shame that nothing that I have to reveal of myself is good enough to be good…”

Tera’s tail wrapped around her waist and she looked off into the white clouds around them with a sweet-sad smile on her lips as she fell quiet again…


Some truths are telling aren’t they…




Oct 21 2013

Acceptance – Part VI By TeraS

Blame is, when you think about it, the easiest game to play…


Acceptance – Part VI
By TeraS


Revenge: a single word with power. At that moment, in that place, the idea of revenge was consuming Sheryl. She had the power do to almost anything to hime. Images of the pain and suffering he had caused over so many years ate at her thoughts, pressing her to lash out and take that revenge. It would be so simple to make him walk off a cliff, to end himself, and she found that there was nothing of mercy or compassion within her.

But then she heard Joseph’s voice, “Mistress, why didn’t you come for me?” They brought the shuddering realization that her thoughts were on taking revenge and not what mattered most. She felt, finally, shame, shame for the missing concern that she should have felt, concern that was overwhelmed by the need for revenge.

Sheryl did the only thing she could. She turned her back on him and returned to Joseph. The bonds holding him were nothing to her strength, coming apart easily. Then she looked into his eyes, his confused … were they accusing eyes as well?

“I could not find you. I looked everywhere and I could not sense you. You were … gone. It was like you had been taken from this world and …”

“How? You are … more. You can do more. Why?”

Sheryl nodded in the direction of the steel door that separated this place from the outside world: “This place is old. Perhaps ancient would be a better way to put things. He did not know what he had when he created this place. There are markings around the doorway here, and they are proof against seeking. My kind can be attracted to certain things, and these are proof against my kind and other beings that have powers like ours.”

Joseph had the look of trying to understand, but not being able to. She shrugged: “This place is dead to me. It simply does not exist. He never spoke of it to anyone and only those two there knew of what happened here.

“What does that mean, exactly?”

Sheryl’s answer was chilling: “No one ever came out of here whole.”

She had never held a secret from him. Not one. He trusted her and she trusted him. That hurt in him, the feeling that his belief in her was wavering hurt more than anything she had experienced in her life save one thing …

… the moment that she lost him when he was taken.

Sheryl dropped to her knees in front of him, not looking at him as she began, “I don’t know everything. I wish that I did, that I could have snapped my fingers and been with you. Had I known you were here I would have …” She sighed and looked at him finally as the truth came out: “… I would have burned this place to the ground. I would have wiped him and all that he holds from existence. I would have left nothing here but a smoking crater in my wake and then …”

He was going to say something, but her next words broke before his did: “… then I would have ended myself.”

She pressed on, knowing that, if she didn’t, she might not ever be able to. “You made me promise you something, Joseph. You made me promise to protect you. And I didn’t do that. I failed in that promise to you. You asked me to hold you as my first, my only, the one that I would keep with me and cherish above all others.”

The silence was deafening to her ears, but still she pressed on: “I could not protect you. I did not protect you.”

Again Joseph tried to get a word in, but she stood up, resolved in her own thoughts what needed to happen next: “We need to get out of here. Out that door so I can get you home.”

She brooked no further discussion and she did not care to listen to him just at that moment. Turning from him she approached the two thugs and touched a finger to each of their foreheads, a pink glow appearing there, before she moved on to the cause of all of their problems.

She turned to Joseph and asked him to go and see if the main door was unlocked. He did not look particularly pleased to do so, but he held his words. When he had left the room, Sheryl took hold of the chin of the man whose life she was more than willing to turn into ash and made him look into her eyes. “I hate you. I hate what you represent. I hate what you have done. I hate that you have made me do what I have done.”

He did not reply, how could he? Sheryl had frozen him, both mentally and physically; she had stripped him bare. She felt the desire for revenge coming back again, pressing at her thoughts.

“You think you have power. You believe that you do.”

Her nails dug into his chin as she continued: “Your soul is black. There is nothing I could do to you that would be any worse than what you are doing to yourself. To destroy you, to end you, would be a waste of time.”

She moved his chin, examining him: “But that’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to. Then you win whether you have me or not.”

He did not reply, of course.

“Leave us alone.”

With those words, Sheryl pushed him to the side, releasing her hold on him and putting him to sleep. She stood up, still bare to the world, and left the room in search of Joseph … She found him waiting just outside of the door.

“Mistress … please.”

Sheryl took his hand in hers: “Later. We are not free yet.” She pulled him towards the main door, pushing it open, and into the bright light of the outside world. Two steps more and she felt her powers fully once more, and the two of them vanished in a puff of bubblegum-scented smoke in the next instant.

Elsewhere, at that moment, back at the Victorian mansion they called “Home,” Celeste was kneeling and looking up at the woman who had come calling for Sheryl. Moments before, she knew, she had looked like Sheryl, but this woman had seen through that illusion in the first instant when they met.

Celeste couldn’t help herself as she explained the plan that she and Sheryl had agreed to. That Sheryl had taken the form of Celeste and then placed the illusion over her that made her look like Sheryl. She told the woman about watching Sheryl leave, knowing that she would be collected by one of his thugs, taken to him, and that they had hoped that the risk of this plan would result in them finding Joseph again … for all of their sakes.

Throughout all of this, the woman nodded and simply asked her to continue. Celeste found it so easy to look into her eyes, to obey the simple requests. She did not fear when the woman had waved a finger at her and Sheryl’s illusion vanished, leaving her as she really was and not who she was pretending to be. There was no reason to worry … the woman had told her so.

When the story came to an end with the words, “We have heard nothing since she left,” Celeste could see that the woman was concerned in a way that she only could dream about.

“Did I do something wrong?”

The woman shook her head, her long raven hair floating about her neck and shoulders as she did so: “No. Everything is fine, Celeste. Why don’t you go and sit comfortably in your chair and, when you do, you will remember everything we have talked about, and you will not panic in any way.”

Of course, that made complete sense and, when she had settled into her chair, her mind came back fully and she saw fully the woman who was across the room from her: raven hair, so-green eyes, a long red jacket that shone in the light, deeply black pants and ankle boots, and a bandeau top. Celeste licked her lips slightly, realizing that she would have happily given herself to this woman if she had not already pledged herself to Sheryl.

A question came to her, but the woman spoke first: “You are claimed already. I respect that. But thank you for the compliment.”

Still, Celeste asked: “Who are you?”

The woman tilted her head to the right and smiled, “My name is Tera. Sheryl knows me … intimately …”

Celeste could not help but have a little fantasy in her mind play out about what that meant exactly … until she gasped and placed a hand over her mouth.

Tera raised an eyebrow as Celeste quickly returned to the floor, kneeling there and looking downwards.

“I meant no disrespect. Please forgive me.”

Tera’s voice was bemused: “Just how much has Sheryl said about me?”

“You are her Queen. As we are all hers, then we are yours, as well.”

The sigh was unexpected: “I do not think you quite understand what that means, my dear. Again, I do not accept for you are spoken for. Now, please, you need not kneel to me, I do not stand on formality … well … save for those moments where it is fun, and this is not one of them, so … Please?”

Celeste felt as if Tera was disappointed in her, but did stand once more and return to her chair … worried.

“I have trust in Sheryl, even if I worry about her frame of mind sometimes.”

Those words hung in the air for the longest moment and then … there was a puff of bubblegum-scented smoke. Sheryl and Joseph appeared, and Celeste ran over to them, wrapping her arms around them … but then she gasped, realizing the injures that Joseph had, and began to cry in anguish.

Sheryl froze in the middle of embracing Celeste and looked behind her to see Tera there, smiling, as she simply said, “Welcome home … all of you.”

She nodded once, then looked at Joseph and Celeste, her heart heavy as she said: “Celeste, please find a place for Tera to stay. I will look after Joseph.”

As Sheryl helped Joseph away, she knew that she would be leaving in the morning …

Oct 20 2013

A Review of A Hope in Hell by Jeremy Sterling

A Hope in Hell by Jeremy Sterling

A Hope in Hell by Jeremy Sterling

One of the stories that I like is when the Succubus is the catalyst to a story. She is there, teasing the story forwards, moving the players towards the climax. Whether that is a climax or a climax, is another question.

The other thing that I like to see is when the Succubus is Lilith, she is something special. I want to see her being the power she is and not a characture of herself. That can make the story something more than it can be otherwise. Add in a bit of redemption and you have something special…

  • Title: A Hope in Hell
  • Author: Jeremy Sterling
  • Publishing Date: March 22, 2013
  • Length: 23 Pages
  • ISBN: 9781301890927
  • This work at Smashwords

The work tells of:

A seductive demon has John locked in her sexual thrall. His only chance is Tasha, a woman whose brilliance and knowledge of demons, both internal and external, may be just want he needs. Except Tasha resents John for thwarting her own attempt at suicide, and sees the demon as offering her the freedom she craves. John hasn’t a hope in hell.

One thing I need to note is that the actual work when I downloaded it, and I did so twice, in one case the title was: The Succubus Next Door. Whether the author changed the title or something else happened, I’m not sure, but whichever title you might find that is from this author, I really do recommend you take the chance and read this work.

Tasha is a lost soul. There is really no other way to describe her really. There is an emptiness within her that drives her every day towards not seeing her worth, her ability and most of all, not having a reason to live. In all of this, she meets John when he saves her and then, does something she doesn’t expect.

John, is a good man. One that honestly reminds me of my Eternal in a lot of ways. He asks for nothing in return, he demands no payment, he is the one true thing in Tasha’s life that she needs. Someone that believes in her.

But she doesn’t accept it, looks for the traps, the real reason why he is so nice because there is no possible way, at least to her, that everything that John is can be true. When she finds him in the clutches of a Succubus, and Lilith at that, she hopes for release from this world through her. But when Lilith wants John and not her, Tasha discovers two important truths.

One, that she needs John and two, that he is her reason to live. And Lilith has no idea what’s about to happen next.

Lilith is the Succubus Queen you would expect. Powerful, self-assured. She knows that no one can defeat her, let alone a young human woman. Her victory is assured. But the thing of it is, when you have a reason to live, you can do just about anything to save that.

The game that Lilith plays with both of their lives is as you would expect from a demon, even one that looks like sex incarnate. The story is erotic, the heat simmers and boils at the right places in the right ways by far. But the story isn’t about the sex alone and that makes it much more.

The story of Tasha’s life, meeting John, the moments of their lives that are interspersed with Lilith’s taunting and playing upon Tasha’s self doubts and worries are both thoughtful and at the same time draw a picture of just how black Tasha is inside.

Where the story goes from there, what happens, and in the end the choices Tasha makes are perfectly told and given life that isn’t seen in a lot of stories like this. While Lilith is core to the story, what pushes it forward and makes it what it is, she isn’t the focus of it.

Tasha and John are. Lilith serves to give light in the darkness and in that anything is possible.

Even for two humans lost in their world.

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

Really something wonderful, powerful and meaningful to me. I hope for more written in this world someday, but I’m thankful for this more than I can say.