Sep 21 2013

A Morrigan Aensland YouTube that’s quite nice

I found a very, very long YouTube that shares a lot of images of Morrigan Aensland to share on the Tale this week. It’s well over 16 minutes long, and there are quite a lot of art of her that is very tasteful too…

And if you cannot see it on the Tale, click this link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jq0DUv_RfCA

And, of course, a still of one of the images that I like the best in the video…

Morrigan Aensland

The music is interesting though I still think that something really classical would fit Morrigan better  for her statue and how she presents herself… but that’s my opinion of course…

There are, of course, some images that I don’t like, but one of them, having her posing in a studio with lights and cameras around her did poke an idea for a story into my mind…

I’ll see if I can manage something from that soon…

 

Tera

Sep 20 2013

A Review of Blizzard by Taryn Kincaid

Blizzard by Taryn Kincaid

Blizzard by Taryn Kincaid

The next work in Taryn Kincaid’s Sleepy Hallow series, Blizzard, has a few things about it that make it a departure from the balance of her stories in the series. There are no Succubi appearing in this work, the last of the three sisters appears in the next work Heat Wave. The thing about this story, compared to the rest of the series is that, overall, it seems somewhat out of place with her other works.

What I mean by that is the running theme in the series, about 1NightStand and the effects of Madame Eve aren’t part of this story. It also sets up a moment that seems… odd… overall. Mind you the twist in the end of the story is something I didn’t expect…

This work is the story of:

Mandy Malone ditches her pharmaceutical convention and the married male colleagues hitting on her to hurry home to her waiting family. But she doesn’t bank on the blizzard that forces her off the road and into a deserted rest stop. When she meets another road refugee, their attraction is immediate and molten hot. Suddenly, getting stranded doesn’t seem like such bad luck after all.

Although totally unprepared for Mandy’s unvarnished proposition, Jack is intrigued by the erotic offer of a promising night of no-questions-asked sex. But when he notices the wedding band on Mandy’s finger, will he forego the lure of a torrid clandestine affair, or give in to the fantasy of blazing hot sex on a wintry night?

While this story has a connection to Sleepy Hallow, it is mentioned right at the beginning of the work, it… doesn’t feel like the rest of the stories in the series. The theme of the previous works was someone looking for love, contacting 1NightStand, and then Madame Eve worked her magic to draw the right people together. This theme… just isn’t in this story. It begins as Mandy, trying to make her way home, gets stuck in a snowstorm She then meets Jack quite literally in the middle of nowhere and almost immediately Mandy becomes enthralled by him and has a “one night stand.” They have their moment, a very hot one, and then the surprise appears just after the climax.

It felt like it was a new beginning to another series of stories in a way. By that I mean it had a different tone, different style… just different as a whole. The first time I read the story, I found myself questioning a lot of the motives and reasoning that Mandy used. I couldn’t see why she made the decisions she did or why the story went in the direction it did. There are clues, rather subtle ones, that I missed to be honest in the first read which I picked up in the second once I knew where the story would wind up. To my surprise I found that I enjoyed the work a lot more having that knowledge and noting the hints along the way.

I think that emotionally I couldn’t find my way into the story taking it at face value the first time I read through it. The second time I felt the true emotional connection between Mandy and Jack, and that connection changed how the story “read” to me.

As an aside, none of the characters that have appeared in the previous works appear in this one, which is again, slightly odd. It is however the story of Mandy and Jack, tightly focused upon it, and having any of the Succubi sisters mentioned, or their loves, would have seemed… off. At least in this work it would. As a standalone story, it works really well… I just have problems trying to fit in into the Sleepy Hallow series.

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

I just… found it difficult to stay with the story at times. Somehow the writing just didn’t connect with me like the other works in the series have. Whether that is the setting or the characters I cannot quite put my finger on. The erotic moments are very hot, but compared to the other works… not quite as sizzling to me at least. Perhaps that is my Succubi-bias coming out, I’m not sure…

This coming Sunday: A Heat Wave caused by a certain Succubus sister…

 

Tera

Sep 19 2013

Succubi Image of the Week 298

A bit of fun for this week’s Succubi Image. There is a rather neat idea called the 30 days of monster girls challenge in which artists draw one monster girl per day for a month. Of course this means that there will be Succubi… I found one that I thought was really very cute to share on the Tale…

30 DAY MONSTER GIRL CHALLENGE - 10 - Succubus by Minueth

30 DAY MONSTER GIRL CHALLENGE – 10 – Succubus by Minueth

This work is titled Succubus and is by an artist on DeviantArt called Minueth. You can find the original page with this work here and the artist’s page can be found here as well.

I really like her a lot, mainly because I can see her appearing in an online comic series of some kind. She’s not quite over the top sexy, more playful and cute I think which I love a lot. Do wish she had a tail, perhaps she does but it cannot be seen here.

I’d like to know her name, for some reason Ariel seems like the right one for her, but I have no idea if that’s right or not. I also get kind of a Scooby Doo vibe from her as well, at least I think that’s a hair band in her hair and she does, in a way, look like Daphne a little bit.

I wonder if the artist might consider a webcomic some day… Please give her a tail if you do?

Lots of other neat characters on their page so please visit!

 

Tera

Sep 18 2013

Leather does make for an interesting Succubus costume

I have been looking for something in leather. Well, something that would look nice and be sexy and would, at least I would think, be something Succubi-like… While this isn’t perfect, it does give me pause because it reminds me of Betty Page and she is someone that I think was wonderful…

Leather Devil

Now before I talk about this… I do need to admit that what you see here isn’t what you get… and what you get is only the mash that the model is wearing.

The mask is made of leather and it sells for $50, and for the quality of it, and what it is made of, I can understand why that is.

The balance of the outfit the model is wearing, the gloves, the bikini and so on, as not included…

But you can, fortunately, buy them too…

But the latex gloves, which I really like, and the latex bikini, which I mostly like, would cost about $120 on top of the mask…

So the question becomes, is the entire look worth it?

Well, for my Eternal I think it would be, and I am fairly sure that he wouldn’t be disappointed in my appearing in it…

And I have to admit that the idea of roleplaying as Betty Page has a… rather strong attraction as well..

I’ll give the mask alone four out of five pitchforks, and the entire costume the same score…

Will I buy it?

Only my Eternal will ever know…

 

Tera

Sep 17 2013

Desires 95

When an Angel and a Succubi are together, what happens and what can be?

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Desires – Beginnings

By BStyles and Tera S

Part Thirty-One

 

He favored the actions of her sensuous lips with another healthy moan. So many new feelings, and so much pleasure was taking its toll, and he knew it was still only the beginning. Her actions did not make his spirit wane, and he knew her heart to be honest.

“I appreciate your concern for me…” He murmured with flushed cheeks, needing little invitation to slide forward with her onto the coverlet. His hands sought her left, fingertips soft as they caressed over her hand and wrist, bringing it up that he could leave another soft kiss upon her palm. “Hmm…” He enjoyed the feeling of her skin against his, her nails tickling his cheek, for another moment, golden eyes slowly rising to meet her own emerald gaze.

His wings quivered a little, belying his true hesitation and anticipation as he lay there between her legs, pondering their union. Her smile served to tease him a little, a fault of her face not design, and with another pleasured moan, he slowly pressed himself into her. He was by no means skilled – understandably so – but his thrusting was far from an animalistic attempt by an amateur.

“So hot….mmm….” He gasped out, feeling the strange new pleasures of her sexual lips wrapping around him, yet he felt no loss of himself, only a warmth buoyed by her sincere vow. Such a pure heart in such a being…he would do what he could to preserve it. Flushed-faced to an incredible degree, he lowered his lips to her breast, to a soft section that sat just above her heart. His halo glowed golden and pure as he kissed, outspread wings shining bright as the charm he wove settled in. A blessing to protect that which protected him, radiating outward from her heart, and stimulating her elsewhere their bodies were joined.

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Anything.

 

 

Tera

Sep 16 2013

Acceptance – Part II by TeraS

The story of Sheryl continues and a bit more of what her situation is becomes clearer…

You can find Part I here…

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Acceptance – Part II

By TeraS

 

The hallway that Sheryl stepped into was brightly lit, warm, inviting. Doors, some open to reveal one of her courtesans there, others closed for the privacy of those behind them. Her own personal curse was there, but in spite of that, the needs of those who came to her would always come first. As she passed one door, she sensed within the heat of two souls entwined …

… and smiled. A bit of passion helped to calm her in the worst of times and this was, truly, one of them by far.

But there were the best of times as well, and she recalled how all of this began…

“Mistress?”

“Yes, Joseph?”

The pause that followed, as Sheryl well knew, came when he wanted to ask something of her that he expected she might refuse. The thing was, truly, she had never once refused a request he made, for the simple reason that what was asked for was never something she could refuse. Looking back, she wondered if she should have, just this once.

He stood there, fidgeting with his bracelet a moment longer, “How wealthy are you?”

“That’s an odd question, but, I’m well enough off. What possibly brought up that question?”

“How much do you enjoy working for the escort service?”

The shift in topics was a surprise, but Sheryl told him the truth, “I’ve been moving away from it, to be honest. It is not as important as … as you are.”

He turned away a moment, smiling. Sheryl did like it when he was a bit embarrassed, “Some of the others there are thinking of moving away; starting something on their own. You, Mistress, have given them all the ability to do so.”

A nod, “Well, I hope that, whatever they wish to do, they are successful in doing so. But, especially if they are leaving, then there is little reason for me to remain.”

“No, Mistress. You do not understand. You have given them much. You respected them—all of them. You gave freely of yourself to them, supported them, and made them be more than they ever expected them to be.”

This was confusing to her, “I did what I thought was right, Joseph. That’s all.”

He smiled, a smile that usually meant that she didn’t quite understand what he meant.

“Will you come with me? I would like to show you something.”

The drive was not that far, less than an hour from the condo she—they—had called home for some time now. They arrived at an old, worn out, dilapidated Victorian mansion. She really would not have been surprised if there were bats in the belfry and cobwebs in every room. To call the place a fixer-upper would bring shame to many other houses … But there was something about it that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Sheryl continued to look at the place for quite some time after he turned the engine off.

“Joseph?”

“Mistress?”

“You do understand that I am not a vampire? We have been through all of that, haven’t we?”

He chuckled, “Oh I know, but that’s not why we are here.”

He left the car, then opened the door for her. Moments later he had guided her to the front door and paused there.

“Remember I said that I chose you as Mistress?”

“Yes, I do. I never forget.”

He turned the doorknob and opened the door for her, “I’m not the only one.”

While the outside looked to be a mess, just inside the landing the house was … spotless: the wood floors gleamed, freshly polished; the walls were covered in intricate patterned wallpaper; furnishings surrounded her that must have cost … Well, in truth, she couldn’t really guess, but she was sure that no expense had been spared.

She heard the door close behind her and turned to look at him, “What are you trying to explain, Joseph?”

He nodded further into the place, past an archway where there appeared to be a larger, dimly lit room. From it, Sheryl could sense … devotion? The quizzical look she had was met only with a smile and an outstretched hand.

The sight she beheld next was one that Sheryl would never forget. Stopping just inside the archway, her senses were overwhelmed by emotions of a strength she had never experienced before. There, kneeling in a circle, was every single soul she had touched, every single person whom she had helped, taught, befriended. They did not look down, but towards her, open, freely gazing upon her, their united desires only one thing at that moment: devoting themselves to her and her alone.

Joseph entered and took a place to Sheryl’s right, kneeling there, not saying another word. The silence was both terrifying and arousing to her. So many souls … so much raw power that she could draw on … control … make whatever she wanted of it.

The realization of that thought in her mind made her shiver … and another of Tera’s proverbs came to her …

Seduction is not a one-way street.

Out of the shadows came the sound of heels clicking and in the next moment the surprises continued as Sheryl stood face to face with someone she didn’t expect there.

Her name was Ashe. She ran the agency. Once she was a very popular call girl who had managed to bankroll her way into ownership. She was, to be honest, a little bit past her prime, and of late had been spending less and less time there.

Sheryl could see the worry lines around Ashe’s brown eyes. In spite of that she still cut a figure in the rather flattering blue dress she wore, and her greyish hair was still as perfect as it ever was. The more troubling thing was that Sheryl also sensed … acceptance—sad, in a way—within her.

“Hello, Sheryl.”

“Ma’am. What … what is going on?”

“It has come to my attention that …” she regarded the others there with them a moment, “… that you are planning something?”

Sheryl shook her head: “I know nothing about this. I have no idea what’s going on.”

“What are you planning, Sheryl?”

She paused, then admitted, “I am planning on leaving; with Joseph, if he wishes to be with me.”

Ashe looked at the others in the room with them, “I have heard something different. From what I understand, all of those here wish to leave with you.”

Sheryl was dumbfounded, and the look she had was complete and utter shock, “I …”

Ashe stepped closer to her, “Answer me one question: are you worthy of them?”

Sheryl shook her head, “No. Absolutely not.”

“Are you sure of that?”

“I have done nothing more than be who I am. I have not done anything more than that.”

“You are wrong, you know.”

It was then that Sheryl noticed something she hadn’t before. Placed in front of every kneeling soul there was a pink bracelet … exactly the same as Joseph wore.

“I never … I didn’t …”

Ashe took Sheryl’s hands in her own, “No, you didn’t. They chose for you … for both of us. I was going to offer you my place and leave … retire … leave everything to you.”

Sheryl shook her head, tears beginning to form, “No, this isn’t what I want. It isn’t …”

Ashe shrugged, “You want to do the right thing. If you do not take my place, there is another who will. Someone who is not like you. You care; you have cared. You will look after them because that is who you already are.”

Tera’s voice came again …

Sometimes the hardest thing to do is say yes.

Sheryl bit her lip, “I am not their Mistress. I am only Joseph’s.”

“He chose well. They chose well. Accept that you are Mistress with my blessing and be what they need. Please? For their sake?”

Sheryl looked back at Joseph: the trust, the complete trust in whatever she decided, so very plain upon him, the pink bracelet shining on his wrist. “I promise to do my best.”

When she looked back to Ashe, she noticed that not one bracelet remained on the floor … and Ashe had lifted her right wrist to reveal that she wore one, as well … “Of course you will. Joseph chose well.”

Sheryl entered the sitting room and found, as she expected, the one that she loathed more than any other being in the universe sitting there.

To most he was a nothing: a face in the crowd, one that could be overlooked so easily. But the seeming normality hid behind it a force that wished to be more than he was. He was human, completely so, but morals were long past from him. All that mattered was what wealth, what power, what gain he could realize at the expense of others.

Specifically, right now, at her expense.

He had been examining the suitcase he collected each time he visited, Sheryl refused to deal with his underlings before and, after what happened … there was no possible way she would deal with anyone else but him.

She wanted to see him, dissect him—unfortunately, not physically—try to pick apart what might make him crack and give what she wanted. The problem was, she knew exactly what it was he really wanted from her. If the thought of him near made her skin crawl, there was no possible way he would have what he wanted. But he would never know that … for good reason.

As such, the game began once more, one piece after the next moving over the board they played on …

Sheryl crossed from the archway to the Victorian chair that rested near to the wrought iron fireplace, unlit now … not lit for some time. She brushed her dress smooth behind her and then settled into the chair, her hands resting upon the deep black fabric of the upholstery. She was a pool of bright pink surrounded by the deepest of darkness … a reflection, perhaps, of how she truly felt in that moment.

“It’s about time you came.”

The smile hid Sheryl’s true thoughts, “Oh you wish that you could manage that, don’t you?

Instead she tilted her head slightly forward and spoke, “My business is mine. You asked for me, I am here. What would you like?”

“You.”

Sheryl’s smile didn’t change an iota, “You know the answer to that.”

He seemed to be mentally undressing her, which Sheryl was quite sure would be the extent to which he would manage such a thing as he continued, “Pity. We could rule if you did.”

Sheryl’s eyes narrowed slightly. The foolish mortal always believed that power was the be all and end all. It had taken Joseph for Sheryl to understand what was more important.

“I am not at all interested.”

He shrugged, almost dismissively, “Then I’ll have to find one of yours that will.”

Sheryl’s thoughts moved to the others standing around the edges of the room, trying to blend in, but unable to hide from her what their feelings were. Some were quite willing to kill this mortal in her name. Others simply rejected him out of hand. Still others considered a means to trick him for Sheryl’s benefit.

But the one overriding feeling in the room, the one that warmed Sheryl, was that not one of those that had given her the gift of being Mistress thought about leaving her.

Sheryl could have laughed, or stood and threatened him, but before she could do so, Celeste came to stand to Sheryl’s right and said, quietly, as was her way, “We are spoken for.”

Sheryl nodded slightly in unspoken thanks to those in the room, knowing full well that the one sitting across from her had no real understanding of all that they had done, not just to her and Joseph, but to all there.

This was the game he played each and every time he came here. Now, it was her turn, as it always was … “How is he?”

The silence was, as always, something that caught in her chest … but on the outside, she was still calm and controlled in his presence …

… as long as that would last.

Sep 15 2013

A Review of Frost by Taryn Kincaid

Frost by Taryn Kincaid

Frost by Taryn Kincaid

Succubi are not, of course, the only kind of… well, personally I don’t like calling them demons, but I’ll use that term for the moment, who are linked to sex.

There are others, some more… focused… on being unashamedly… male. Now that isn’t a bad thing, far from it, but along with that comes a personality that is both at the same time enthralling and aggravating.

Perhaps the best heat comes when fire and ice mix? I would think so…

This work is the story of:

Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.

Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.

When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?

Dagney, the middle of three sisters, sort of falls in-between her younger sister being cute and her older sister being a vision of the classic Succubus. It isn’t just that her personality falls between the two, physically she also straddles the two ends of what some feel is sexy or seductive and as such she calls to many a suitor… The problem is that they don’t exactly call to her in return. Valentine Day is coming but Dagney hasn’t. Not for a very long time. She’s become ice and wants some fire.

Maxwell is an artist with heat and fire within him, which considering he is a “fire-sex demon” makes sense. But he hasn’t found the one to quench his fires and when he has tried to be intimate… it never has ended well for the other.

Dagney tore at my heart strings to be honest from the first moment she appeared in the series. There was something… sad I think… about her even in the short conversation she had with her sister. This story just brought that to the fore from the first moment and I felt rather tragically so. She was not so much a character as someone with some real problems in her life. There was so much background that didn’t need to be said for all of her own reflections in the very first scene of the work.

Maxwell… At first I wasn’t quite sure about what he really was like. That’s not to say the real Maxwell didn’t appear in the story, but all of what seemed like stereotypical male bravado smothered him I felt. Once that was past, and he met Dagney… well… then things heated up nicely, but also his real personality, the one guarded much like Dagney’s was, came out and that made an immeasurable difference to me.

The one scene that honestly made me laugh was when Maxwell’s art arrived in Dagney’s art gallery and the effects that it had on everyone there. I especially loved the descriptions of some of the art… the bananas were quite… interesting… to put it mildly… I did have to wonder if the sort of thing that happened was a regular occurrence for how… almost matter of fact-like… Dagney took the goings on there. It was both odd and erotic at the same moment and that is something very difficult to manage in any story I think.

When the two finally meet, the repartee is very delicious and sensual. The things done and said are perfect for the two in one way, but in another they are tragic. There is a disbelief, really on both sides, that they might have found the one they are seeking. That is less so on Dagney’s part, but the hesitation, concern, and almost grief from Maxwell is very clear. It does hurt, quite a lot really, between their first touch and the moment before the climax of the work. It felt right for Maxwell, but the pain I felt for Dagney was as strong.

Lily, Dagney’s sister, and her love Campbell appear appear again in this work and it was nice to see a little bit of character development there, how those two are entwined more and more. It was perfect for those two and felt right for them. I might have liked Lily to have more time with her sister before rushing off after her beau… Perhaps that will be sometime.

An almost casually tossed out comment from Dagney about the new Succubus Queen being “not as evil” as the one before really captured my attention. I have some very high hopes about her and should they come true later in the series I think I will be very pleased to put it mildly… I have a feeling that when the shoe drops about her, one of my questions about a certain often mentioned character in this series that hasn’t been seen yet will be answered.

I still think that the Succubi need, at least once, to have horns and tails, but that’s just my personal preference speaking…

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

I just fell in love with Dagney and Maxwell from the beginning. A lovely couple that do really find their match in the most wonderful way. I also am very intrigued about a certain Succubus Queen that is mentioned, if briefly, and what she is like. Two of three Succubi Sisters, both of whom are not, thankfully, stereotypical… I hope the third meets my expectations when she arrives on the scene…

This coming Friday: A Blizzard and the heat to melt it away…

 

Tera

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