Aug 18 2013

A Review of Succubus Bites – Tasmin by Lila Shaw

Succubus Bites - Tasmin by Lila Shaw

Succubus Bites – Tasmin by Lila Shaw

There is something that bothers me sometimes. It is something called background. Now, a lot of stories don’t have that. There are the occasional ones that do and when it is there, then I expect the story to be… interesting.

I don’t want anything more than a Succubus that I can like, a story that I want to read and, if at all possible, at the end of the story I’d like something good to happen. I don’t often have that happen, really it is a rare thing overall. It is more disappointing to me when an author, who I know can write delicious Succubi, writes one that I… well… I’d like to pitchfork… repeatedly.

Just because the world has gone to hell in a hand basket does not mean that a Succubus has to as well…

The darkness cannot win.

  • Title: Succubus Bites – Tasmin
  • Author: Lila Shaw
  • Length: 14 Pages
  • IBSN: LLSHWX0000002
  • Publishing Date: August 4, 2013
  • This work at All Romance Books

It is the story of:

Tasmin lives in a post-apocalyptic wasteland where the few survivors must fight for scarce resources. Picked up as a hitchhiker, she makes a deal with her opportunistic savior; only a starving succubus is not always capable of reigning in her appetite.

Tasmin is a Succubus in trouble. She needs to feed, and with the entire world around her just about wiped out, that’s a difficult thing to do. Alone and desperate, she encounters someone who offers what passes for help in this world. The problem is that Tasmin is desperate and desperate Succubi do desperate things…

I have to be blunt and say that Tasmin is coldhearted and cares only about herself and no one else. She sees others as simply a means to survive and not much else of them of worth. Her goal is to survive and leaving a trail of death in her wake is, at least to her, just part of being a Succubus and nothing more.

While some of that is a reflection upon the time she exists in, and I understand that, the problem for me was that her thoughts were focused on her feed, how to get it, and not much else. And even afterwards her attitude is… well… it left a bad taste to me in her words and actions.

I have read other works by this author, and overall I have enjoyed all of them very much. This story just didn’t do anything for me. There was a darkness ingrained into every character, every scene, every moment, that sucked the life out of the story. While that again is a reflection upon the world Tasmin lives in, I need some balance in the story to enjoy it and I didn’t see any of that. Tasmin is simply a stereotypical Succubus out to feed and that is her entire existence. I find that kind of character to be one-dimensional.

Ross, the other character in the story was somewhat more interesting. I would have liked to know more about him, but that just didn’t happen for the rush to get the two of them into bed together and have what happens… happen.

While I didn’t like the story as a whole, the background of why things are the way they are, some of the background characters that are mentioned, and other little touches were interesting in their own right. The most interesting part of the story was, at least to me. a little quote at the beginning about Succubi and their diet. I have to admit that it made me smile and perhaps that is the problem here.

I expected one kind of story and I read something else. Personally I would have liked to read more about that quote and the author of it than the story that followed… That I think is the biggest shame.

While the work is well written, there is depth to the words, favour to the conversation and more, it isn’t enough for me to like it as much as I had hoped I would.

I’ll give this work two pitchforks out of five.

I just really did not care all that much about Tasmin, or for that matter Ross. I didn’t care for her attitude, how she acted or what her reaction was at the end of the story. Yes it is a mess of a world, yes it changes beings and not for the better either. However darkness without light in it makes for a story that I cannot enjoy.

That might be my personal fault, but I expected something better.

The author notes elsewhere that this work connects to a larger work of theirs called Succubus Bites, an anthology of Succubus stories they will be releasing in the near future. I hope, more than I can say, that the balance of the works in that collection are more in tune with this author’s other writings… This particular story just didn’t have much soul in it…

And isn’t that what all stories about Succubi need?



Aug 17 2013

A Slightly Adult Morrigan Aensland YouTube

There are, not too surprisingly, quite a lot of very adult Morrigan Aensland images… I mean, really adult… So this YouTube I found, which has images of her, isn’t all that adult I will admit. It is, however, interesting to me that the person who uploaded it felt they they had to add a disclaimer to it…

And to be honest, I’m not sure why they did really…

And, in case you can’t see in on the Tale:

Pardon the slightly odd music, I suppose it does make some sense to have a video game theme. There are a lot of images, and of them all I think I liked this one the best…


I really do need to find this work… And I will…




Aug 16 2013

A Review of Cock Craving Witch by Lauren Stone

Cock Craving Witch by Lauren Stone

Cock Craving Witch by Lauren Stone

It is, really, a given that when you make a deal with a devil… or any of the Succubi or Incubi for that matter… Things never go exactly the way you expect or want them to. There are so many stories that take that idea and twist it and turn it to the point where the one that summoned the evil in question gets… well screwed in many different ways and directions.

Now, it has become somewhat of a trope and as such I have pretty much seen many of the possible ones that involve Succubi and Incubi.

I did find one work that takes that trope and adds a bit of mind control and time travel to the mix to make the story more interesting overall.

The problem is that the author needed and editor to make it all work together and they didn’t seem to find one…

  • Title: Cock Craving Witch
  • Author: Lauren Stone
  • Publishing Date: January 2, 2012
  • Length: 14 Pages
  • This work at

The work is the story of:

Amber is a contemporary witch, intent on helping her best friend solve a sexual problem. Only when Amber summons a demon to help, she gets much more than she expected. The demon is a sexual being who wants nothing more than complete control over the desires of Amber and her friends.

Amber is an eighteen year old witch who just wants to help her friend. Problem is that she isn’t all that well versed in magic, she goes against the advice of her mentor, and in the end messes up everything to the point that really bad things happen. And when you mess up and an Incubus is involved… you really can be screwed in ways that you cannot imagine.

And that is the point where this story does get interesting. The problems she creates for herself, how she tries to solve them, and what that continues to create as problems are interesting to read. That makes for a good story and with that comes the expectation that the things that connect to the main plot, sex or otherwise, will be as interesting..

It should have been, but then the problems I had with the other work from this author that I reviewed last week creep into this one. Lots of spelling, tense, and other writing errors that just made the story as a whole so very hard to get through. It’s hard to enjoy the heat of a story when the spelling or grammar just wrecks anything you are trying to imagine in your mind.

The Incubus of the story, Darren, was rather stereotypical which was a shame to be honest about it. He could have been interesting, but all that really mattered was the sex and the control to him. Otherwise there wasn’t a lot of character there to invest it.

Some warm to hot sex scenes, but again the writing was difficult to get through and that hurt the work overall. It is also very short in length, could have had more in it, and I think if the work was edited and expanded some that it would be, again, a lot more than it is.

One other thing. This work is no longer published on Smashwords where I originally found it, but it is on Amazon currently. I can only hope that the author fixed the errors in the story first before they published on Amazon.

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

The author needs an editor. Just that alone would make a real difference to this work. Better flow of writing makes a story that could have been, one that was.



Aug 15 2013

Succubi Image of the Week 293

I love stylized vector art of Succubi. One of the very few pieces that really, I think, show a Succubus at her best will be the Succubi Image of the Week this time on the Tale… We don’t see all of her, but there is no doubt that she is one of the Succubi…

Burning Steps by Pryanyk

Burning Steps
by Pryanyk

This work is called Burning Steps and is by an artist on DeviantArt called Pryanyk. You can find the original page I found this work here and the artist’s page on DeviantArt is here.

I love the latex look in this art. Mind you I tend to like Succubi more when they are wearing some kind of latex, but this really just looks… right. Love the shoes, just the right sort of thing that a Succubus on the hunt would be wearing too. The tail has, as all tails should have, its own personality. Playful? Teasing? A touch evil? I think it is all of those things and more…

Then comes the mystery… What does she look like? She must have red skin obviously, possibly raven hair and green eyes? The thoughts and fantasies come from this art so very much and each of them are, I think. delicious…

There will be more from this artist here on the Tale in the future I promise…

They do, I think, create wonderful Succubi…



Aug 14 2013

It’s a Wig, it isn’t for Succubi though

Sometimes, just sometimes, you need a wig to make a costume work exactly right. I admit that, occasionally, I wear a flame red wig to play as Tail… And sometimes I do look at other wigs and think about them as being, perhaps, Tail-like…

This one, isn’t.

Devil Wig

Obviously, this is called a Devil Wig, but to be clear, all that comes in the package is the red wig with the horns and nothing else in the image as shown here.

If you really, really want this, it can be found all over the web for as little as $10 US…

I find it hard to separate the wig from the rest of the costume the model is wearing. Now, as an overall look, I don’t care for it at all,  she just looks so over the top to be ridiculous honestly.

Still, I have to and… well, just looking at the wig, the mess that the hairstyle is, the lousy horns…

It really doesn’t make all that much difference I think.

I know, and have found, a lot of other wigs that look so much better than this one is. And those have better horns, or no horns, or a more realistic look to them which is what I would be looking for in the first place.

I believe that this is mainly for a caricature of a Devil Girl and not, like I would like, a seductive Succubi…

There isn’t a way to improve this I think and honestly I would not spend the money on it in the first place, regardless of how inexpensive it was.

There have been a lot of zeros this year, and this is another one…

Zero pitchforks out of five.

There are so many wigs that are better than this…

Trust me.



Aug 13 2013

Desires 90

And… they move over the edge towards….


Desires – Beginnings

By BStyles and Tera S

Part Twenty-Six


Tera smiled as Martin’s body reacted to her touch. In a soft voice she said, “Angels and wishes and hopes and dreams…. You are more than that Martin…. Always so…” His touch over her rear… The caress of his fingers along her sides…. Then that moment when he cupped her breasts… So much pleasure…. So wonderful….

Then that embrace. That one moment when she knew that she was safe in his arms. But it was more than that. Martin knew. That one spot to kiss her on her horns. She almost melted away in his arms from the pleasure that coursed from her horns, through her nipples and into her hot wet sex. She opened her mouth to gasp and then found his lips waiting for her… Wanting her… Needing her for that moment…

When the burst of light came she knew it was right…. That this could happen.. That she could give to him and receive from him without fear for him. She drew herself and then looked into his eyes as the kiss broke….

She whispered, “Let me lay in the bed Martin… Let me lay there and let you touch me where you wish… Let me welcome you…. Let me hold you within me and around me for the pleasures that you offer and that I wish to share….”

Tera moved towards the bed, still in his wonderful embrace. Then her legs bumped against the sheets and she slipped out of his arms to sit on the edge of the bed. With a slight moan she took her hands and gently fondled his cock before she leaned closer to it and slowly extended her tongue.

She breathed out slightly and then licked across the tip making it wet and shiny. Then her lips drew closer to his head. She paused a moment and then sucked it into her mouth, her lips gently rubbing against the sensitive skin below the head, her tongue slowly swirling around his cock in her mouth…


Everything and more…




Aug 12 2013

Sunset by TeraS

Another short little thing this week … It may not be what you expected, or what I expected, but it is where the muses led me … I might have something more expected for you next week … but … we shall see …




By TeraS


She sits on the cliffs overlooking the Lake of Fire. Watching the waves roll in from far away, breaking upon the sandy beaches where the Succubi and Incubi play as they do. She smiles, she always smiles, when she sees a pair—or three, or more—go off and be together to share the coming moment among themselves or, perhaps, to explore an aspect of their lives and loves before returning to the whole to watch what is to come. She sits there, her knees drawn to her chest, her chin resting upon them as she watches the scene below, content in the knowledge that she had made the right choice so long ago, knowing that her choice had made the lives of many what they were at that  moment.

Every so often, a citizen of the Realm passes by, traveling the well-known path that leads to the beach, asking her if everything is alright. She, of course, replies that she is fine, and that they should be hurrying along to join with the others.

But the thing is, she makes no move of her own to leave her place there, on the cliffs, and simply watches the sun drift lower towards the horizon. After a time, the sun seems to touch its form to the waters. There is a moment when the light touches the deep darkness of the Lake and for an instant it appears that the sun has entwined itself with the water. That is the moment she waits for: to see, if only for a split second, the colours, the fires, the richness of the moment that appears to her senses; to have that experience; to see what she had been told of so long ago.

When that moment happens for her, it has not quite happened to those on the beach below. But they sense, as the shadows change colour, as the light changes colour, as the world seems to become sharper in texture to them, that the moment is coming soon.

But still she waits there, upon the cliffs, not moving, still waiting. She thinks about the day that has passed, the future that is to be. She thinks about her family, every single one of them, and wishes they were there to share the moment to be. As the light dims around her, the shadows lengthen and there is a melancholy in the air that touches her skin. It comes with a little voice in her mind that she hears from time to time, the voice that reminds her of all of the things she didn’t do that day. It reminds her of those she has disappointed, or whom she believes she has. It tells her that another sunset has come and with it she has lost something precious she will never have again. Time.

A sigh escapes her—just a small one. She is so very hard on herself and is so every moment of her existence. As the sun drops further now, almost halfway vanished into the Lake, there is a moment when rays of light streak into the sky and arch over her. The melancholy is pushed away, replaced by the reminder of what she had accomplished that day. She remembers the moments, the smiles, the happiness. She recalls the sharing of a cookie, a giggle, a feeling. She takes a breath and blows it out past her lips, taking that last bit of melancholy out of her chest and sending it into the shadows. She smiles, finally … just a little bit.

The moment is soon to arrive for all of the Realm, but not there yet; they are still waiting. Once, she wondered if there would be someone for her to share there moments with, if she would be alone for always.

The truth is one that makes her smile a little larger.

There is the sound of footsteps behind her and she is not afraid. She stands, brushes the sand from herself and then simply offers her hand to the one who joins her. She feels a hand take her own, but she does not look at her companion nor speak. She simply squeezes her hand, slightly, and leads them both down the path to where the others have started the bonfires and are laughing and being together.

The sun is now immersed into the Lake as darkness falls around them all, but they are not afraid. They have seen the darkness and the light and know them both for what they are. She leads the way to one of the fires, where a place is set for her. She releases the hand and sits there beside the fire, snuggling up against its owner. To those around her, the truth of this moment is clear. There are in the light of the fire: not one, not two, but many souls there with her—the ones she has touched, the ones that have touched her; her family; the ones that she thinks about every moment of her life. They all sit by the fire with her, some physically—all her daughters and sons—and some in spirit, there around those of the Realm.

She is not alone, not ever so. They are quiet in anticipation for the moment that comes when she closes her eyes, sinks deeper into her snuggle with her Eternal, smiles a subtle, coy smile, and says …

… “Let me tell you a story …”

And Tera does.