Sep 27 2013

A Review of Hope by Emma South

Hope by Emma South

Hope by Emma South

It is important, to me at least, that the opening of a series has one very important thing in it. It isn’t so much the erotica or the themes within that matter as much as the characters themselves.

I like to see real, true, emotional characters with a past they do not ignore or forget. A history that has shaped them into the people they are and that they remain true to who they are from the first to the last.

Beyond that, everything else adds to what they are. It means more that they have a connect to each other and themselves beyond what is said in the story itself. That in the end, one thing is very clear about them.

That they have, no matter what may be, hope in what miracles are in their lives…

The work tells the story of:

Mary was born into poverty over a thousand years ago. When the rich, powerful, and sinister Sylvester gave her a chance to alter her fate, a chance to escape the shackles of the peasant class she was born into, she takes it. The naive girl didn’t know exactly what was going to happen to her, but the reality wasn’t like anything she had imagined.

Now she has been cursed to roam the world as an immortal Succubus, a smoulderingly sexy temptress irresistible to all mankind, an unwilling agent of inhuman evil, until she conceives a child by a man who loves her rather than lusts after her. Centuries of evidence has convinced her that such a man cannot exist.

That is, until she meets Clinton in a small town called Riverfield. Both of them have known the extremes of emotional pain in their lives, but that could be what makes each one the other’s saviour. Can they fall in love before her curse brings the entire town down on top of them?

There are many things to like about this work and the first of these is Mary herself. While she does not have the appearance of a Succubus in the traditional way, that meaning she has no horns or tail, her tale of how she became a Succubus is really, for me, one of the most engrossing parts of it. It isn’t so much the how it happens, but what she sees, feels, and thinks that is a change from how such things are normally done. While there are some echoes which harken back to the more… brutal legends… It isn’t about that so much as how Mary tries to deal with being cursed to be a Succubus.

This means that she cannot stay in one place too long and there is something odd about her eyes. Two very important threads in the story which come to haunt her over and over again. Thinking about what the curse means, it makes a great deal of sense what happens as things progress along.

The most difficult part of the work for me was when Mary managed to lose her hope, force it away from her and try to live what life she has. But then, in her darkest moments, she meets Clinton and the story becomes very interesting. The emotional confusion from Mary is intense and very real and true to who she is. More so, the reveals about Clinton are heartbreaking and make him a strong presence in the story as well.

His past and what, ultimately, he has to face in understanding Mary, but also seeing within himself that ties the threads together. I did feel that at one point, when he confronts Mary about what she has done in her time near him, felt a little less true to who he is. His language changes a bit and while I could understand why that happens, it just didn’t seem right for the words he uses.

That is a little nitpick I know, but, really after getting an idea of his personality in my mind and his voice as well, that change just… felt odd. I did mention hope for Mary, and in truth there is within Clinton hope as well. It’s the connection of both, the need to believe in hope and the loss of it, that makes the connection, the spark between the two… perfect.

There are moments that are erotic, but they are not crass. They are for the two of them, exactly what they should be. The moment when Mary’s hope is rekindled and for Clinton the hope he was shown comes clear was one of the most passionate, wonderful scenes that I have read in some time and it left me wanting so much more when the last page came.

Beautifully written, warm, real characters forced together and at the same time has them draw from each other the strength they need. It’s not often that a Succubus story makes me cry, and this one did at so many turns.

The story ends, regretfully, at a point which leaves so many questions unanswered. I won’t spoil those questions here but to say that the mark of a good storyteller is to leave you wanting more when the story is done. This one certainly does that and I will be looking for the next tale of these two whenever it should appear…

The author has indicated they expect two more parts of Mary and Clinton’s story to appear and I will be looking for them whenever they so.

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

I look forward to what the future holds for Mary and Clinton. There is always the dark around them, but then, there is also their own light. And I look forward to what the future brings.

For they have hope.

 

Tera

Sep 26 2013

Succubi Image of the Week 299

I love cute Succubi. Really some of my favourite ones are really cute. Mix into that a bit of fan art, a wonderful idea, and the cute just becomes more and more all the time. To be honest, I would love to see Heroes of Newerth have their Succubi look like this… But until then, I’ll just have this to make me smile a lot…

Fanart:SuccubusHON by LataeDelan

Fanart:SuccubusHON by LataeDelan

This art is called Fanart:SuccubusHON and is by LataeDelan, an artist on DeviantArt. You can find the original page with this art here and this artist’s page on DeviantArt here.

The original Succubus from Heroes of Newerth isn’t this cute I know. I also had a lot of problems with what she looks like among other things. But I love this fanart of her more than I can say… This is really so very much like what a Succubus should look like. She’s cute, fun, and has that sense of mischief around her that I find endearing…

Love her outfit, her tail, the look in her eyes and pose, more than she doesn’t have hooves and it’s amazing to me how all that she is just looks right for her. I think it’s mostly the artist’s style that does that, but really it all just looks exactly right for her.

I hope they will answer my request about commissioning them sometime… I have… Ideas…

Please do visit!

Tera

Sep 25 2013

Yes, it is horny… Probably a little too much so I think.

I have written about horns for costumes before… Personally I like small, cute, sexy ones. Now I know full well that others like other styles of horns and I accept that. The question I have is, if you have huge inflatable horns on your head, does that make you extra horny?

I have to ponder that question I think a bit…

inflatable Horns

These are described as being simply a pair of inflatable horns attached to a hair band made of latex. Oh, and they sell for $125 US.

For the pair of course.

They will produce them in various colours, with of course red being one of them, but they have just about every colour you can think of available.

The thing about this particular product is, and I don’t know for sure, they offer the horns in various sizes, from small to extra large, but they aren’t clear on what that means.

Is what they show in this image the small? The medium? the extra large? Just what are the dimensions exactly anyway?

I will admit that I am somewhat tempted to purchase a pair of them, and I hope that the company that sells this item will reply to my questions I emailed to clarify a few points. I think it would be interesting if they are be purchased at a much smaller size…

In red of course to do with one of my latex dresses, but that’s another story isn’t it?

I would have to do so as the company selling this item doesn’t sell any latex dresses or costumes that you could combine with it. As an accessory, it is rather interesting if expensive, but it is a custom order and thus the cost is as high has it is…

I’ll give this three out of five pitchforks…

It’s tempting, a lot more than I expected, but the cost is a bit high considering I have found wonderful costumes for about the same cost…

 

Tera

Sep 24 2013

Desires 96

One of the first appearances of the Queen’s wings…

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Desires – Beginnings

By BStyles and Tera S

Part Thirty-Two

 

Tera smiled and then in a soft voice whispered, “Shhhhhh…. Just…. Ooooooooohhhhhhh………” Then she was reduced to little gasps and moans as Martin’s long hard rod slowly glided in and out of her heat. She squeezed herself around his length and then twitched and shivered as each little ridge and vein of him rubbed against her. She shimmied her hips a little bit making him press his length tightly against the velvety walls of her pussy.

Her eyes fluttered closed after meeting his, a thought passing through her at that moment. The thought that for this moment she was fulfilled in this gift of his. That her honest gift of a promise to just enjoy what they shared without harm was true. She smiled as he moved over her for a moment. Then his lips kissed her skin and she was awash in his power. She welcomed him in all ways at that moment. Physically, psychically and spiritually. She warmed and relaxed within herself as he gave his gift into her heart and it passed through her form.

As she released that tension within her, there was a shimmering beneath her back as she lay there beneath him. A pair of raven black wings shimmered into existence and then solidified beneath her. They were feathered wings, not bat-like as so many of the demon wings were. Soft and warm the wings appeared folded under her. She moved her arms a bit to raise her back from the bed for a moment. Her wings fluttered a bit and then she laid back down again, her wings spread out against the sheets twitching in time with his.

Tera smiled a little and said, “I so rarely allow my wings to appear Martin… But you deserve to see them… To touch them if you wish…” She raised her arms to slip around his neck, gently pulling his lips to hers. She kissed him softly and then whispered, “A small thank you for the trust you have placed in me….”

She crossed her legs behind him to hold him close to her for a time, his length buried deeply within her. For a moment the completeness of this perfect moment making it all worthwhile and more…

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And isn’t that the most important thing?

 

 

Tera

Sep 23 2013

A King’s Day By James

It has been a rather poor week for me. As such I haven’t had the energy to be creative, for which I apologize… Still, it is difficult to type, cough, and sniffle at the same time…

About one month ago, more or less, was my Eternal’s birthday. My heart, who means the world to both of us, wrote a story for the love and soul of my life. With my heart’s permission, I will be sharing that story today on the Tale…

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A King’s Day

By James

Keith woke up that late-August morning and stretched, languidly. The first rays of dawn were already peeking into the windows of their palace apartments, and he could feel the soft kisses of his Eternal on his horns and his lips. But Tera herself was nowhere to be seen. “A pity,” he thought, as the ritual of waking each other up with touches and kisses, her red horns rubbing against his own, their tails intertwined, was one of the special joys of their life together. Still, he knew that the demands of running the Realm, not to mention caring for her many daughters and sons in many worlds, were myriad.

Besides, this would be a special day . . . or perhaps he was hoping more for a special night.

In any event, he had duties of his own to perform around the Realm . . .  and beyond. In short order he was up and washed. As he dressed, he walked past Tera’s special mirror and paused for a moment; there was his black-tailed self, whom, for others—even Tera—was a Tail-self. But of course Keith and his Tail were completely united, and his Tail never did anything independently of him. So he confidently tucked in his shirt and picked up the glass of orange juice from the night stand that . . . just who did put that there? . . . and drank it down. When he turned from the mirror, the black-tailed reflection winked.

He had munched on a croissant and was just heading out the door when he was sure he saw his love far down the lane. “Tera,” he called out, not sure she could hear, and was about to break into a run when there was a puff of yellow smoke, the smell of lemons, and a shower of daisies from the sky, followed by moans and a loud “EEK!”

The Incubi King rolled his eyes: “Miriam! What have you gotten yourself into now?” He turned away from the vanishing view of his true love and broke into a run around the west wing of the palace, toward the large elm, the sort that didn’t exist in much of the mortal realm any longer, which seemed at the center of the commotion. There swinging unceremoniously from the lowest limb by her bright yellow tail, was Miriam, while, a few boughs hire up, completely upside down, his blue tail flailing uselessly as he was caught by his left ankle, was Irving. Irving and Miriam were both dear souls, whose courtship was going brilliantly for the most part, but Keith was not alone in thinking they might best leave the more amorous moments to their tails.

“Morning, Miriam! Irving!”

“Your MAJESTY,” they both gasped as the yellow-tailed librarian tried her best to curtsey from the impossible position, while the King waved his hand.

“Now, you know how Tera and I feel about that stuff.”

“I’m . . . I’m sorry, Your Maj- . . . er, Keith,” Irving stammered. “I was just . . . um . . . well . . . erm . . . I was.”

Keith was lowering Miriam down. “Now, just take a breath and let it out, son.”

“Well,” Irving replied as he twisted his foot and fell to the ground in a heap, then got himself up and dusted off his front, “ummmm . . . Her Maj- . . . umm . . . Queen Tera”—Irving couldn’t get the word “Tera” our without “Queen” ahead of it—“she has been helping me with ideas for courting Miriam, and she suggested that I try some spontaneity. So I slipped into the romantic poetry section, where she was shelving, and whispered a sonnet into her ear . . .”

“. . . and he began to nibble my earlobe and kiss my horns,” Miriam continued, “and it was WONDERFUL. And, all of a sudden, I was thinking how good it would be to have him all to myself in my bed . . .”

“. . . and you know,” the blue-tailed curator chimed in, “that Miriam is living in that treehouse in the lakeside oak these days, so . . .”

“. . . you bampfed while . . . excited, shall we say, and landed in the wrong tree. Is that it?” Keith queried.

Miriam and her beau both nodded, a bit red-faced.

“This is the sort of thing you both have to get straight,” the red-tail tried to speak sternly, but comfortingly. “When you are charming and pleasuring mortals someday, you won’t get to have practice bampfs.” He put his hand on the young incubi’s shoulder and looked him firmly in the eye: “You need to focus. Think of where you want to be. See your destination in your mind. Feel it in your bones. And then, and ONLY then . . .”

There was a puff of blue smoke, and Irving was pleased to find himself in Miriam’s bedroom, next to Miriam’s bed, with . . .

. . . Keith. “I’m flattered, Irv. But you’re not who I’m looking for, especially not today, and I am darn sure I’m not who you have in mind.”

In a blink, they were back underneath the elm, and, before Keith could say “Try again,” there was a yellow poof . . . and Miriam was throwing her male companion onto her bed, gamely pulling his shirt off and . . . “Oh, no.”

“I’m afraid so, Miriam,” the King replied.

Back at the elm, he faced the two young lovers toward each other, and urged them to concentrate, and, after the longest second in many a day, there was a bampf . . .

. . . and neither she nor Irving was seen for two days, and there were reports of moans in the lakeside oak, with the occasional showers of daisies and bluebells, so it would seem they got it right.

Keith, meanwhile, ended up on the far side of the Angelkitty Mountains—so they may not have gotten it all that right. As he was about to bampf himself home, three of the angelkitties came up to him, insisting that they would be so honored to take him home, especially on this day of all days. And so he was soon being carried by three kitties flitting over the mountain peaks; he was sure that, far in the distance, below, he spied his precious darling at a farm stand by the orchard. “Put me down right there!”

“Oh, in public? With your shirt torn open like that? Oh, that would never do, Your Majesty!” the kitties exclaimed as they flew him home and, after a few false starts, into the window of the royal apartments.

He was still anxious to find his Eternal, so that they might make his own day special. As he changed his shirt, he wandered into her small study and glanced at her desk planner, anxious for a clue. He spied a post-it with the words “Bakery . . . noon” in red ink, in a hand that seemed a bit more Tail’s than Tera’s. That could only mean one place.

Safely through a portal into the mortal Realm, his tail and horns absent for the moment, Keith stepped into a warm and friendly kitchen. There was a large cuddly fellow in a liberally floured apron hunched over the far counter, and a faint scent of cherries hung in the air, despite the fact that Monte Cristo sandwiches were on the cooling rack.

“Baker?”

“Oh! Keith!” the friendly pastry chef turned and offered a large hand to his visitor. “You just missed Tera. She came by to give me a wings recipe she said you both liked.  As soon as the cake is . . . oh,” Baker suddenly realized he may have said too much.

“Are you making a cake for Tera, and wings, too?”

“I am not making a cake for Tera.”

“Who would the cake be for, then?”

“I am not making a cake for Tera.”

“Are you trying to avoid telling me something?”

“Have you ever dealt with Tail when she was in a mood? And remember, I don’t have any of those incubish powers.”

Realizing that he had to relent from his interrogation, both because Baker was caught in the middle and because guys, sometimes, have to stick together, Keith left the shop, munching one of the grilled sandwiches. She was planning a party. She loved him, and he loved her so much . . . but he wasn’t sure he wanted to share his evening with throngs of guests, especially when he was having no luck sharing his day with his dearest darling.

He felt his phone chirp in his pocket, and pulled it out, hoping it was Tera. “No, it’s just the bloody alarm,” He pressed a few buttons, and the word “Rugby” appeared on the screen. “Oops!” He needed to be coaching his team in the young incubi league in half an hour. Quickly he got himself to the nearest portal, and passed a familiar fence, where he saw an old friend (as in a friend who was clearly old) feeding the koi in the pond. “Have you seen Tera?”

“Oh, sure! Just about every evening, when I wave from the fence and we sit on the porch while the dogs romp in the yard.”

“I think you know that isn’t what I meant,” Keith sighed, his eyes rolling a bit. “Have you seen her today? Is she planning something?”

“In my experience, your bride is just about always planning something.”

Keith just glared a bit.

“Yes, Keith, she is my friend. And you are my friend, too . . . Aannnnnnnd there are situations I will never, ever get into the middle of: this is one of those, complete with huge, flashing, halogen warning signs, armed sentries, and alligators in the moat.

“Look,” the friend by the fence regarded the incubi king with a bit of pity in his eyes, “Tera really wants you to be happy, and really wants to make today special, and . . .” he took a deep breath “. . . really thinks that should include everybody who loves you from whatever Realms you both live in.”

“Do I look like I want that?”

“You really look like you want your Eternal all to yourself.” And, before another word could escape the royal lips, he continued, “I suspected every bit as much of that, and, if it makes you feel any better, I think she wants that, as well, and I tried to tell her that maybe, just maybe, what you and she want outweighs whatever she thinks Queen Tera should do.

“I tried to tell her that, but you know even better than her own heart does how she can be when she gets going like this.”

Keith closed his eyes, resigning himself to his fate.

“But it is only 1:59:55—leaving you an entire five seconds to hit the portal and get to Rugby, by the way—and I was looking for just the perfect gift for you. Something might yet happen . . .” He wandered away from the koi pond, humming as enigmatically as he could.

And the Incubi King and rugby coach, realizing he didn’t even have time for an exasperated sigh, took off in a dead run across the lawn, sprinting up the porch steps . . .

. . . and onto the Realm rugby fields, where his brother FreezeFrame and their friend the Fzy One were just getting ready to divvy up the coaching duties among themselves. This was clearly a bad idea: Realm Rugby was not as refined and restrained as the mortal kind. While players could only touch the ball with hands, feet or heads, and pitchforks were not allowed, they could use any part of themselves in play in whatever way they felt necessary, and the airspace above the pitch was in play up to the ozone layer. Fzy, with his military mind, could easily coach enthusiastic young succubi and incubi—Realm Rugby was co-ed—into something rather incendiary.

“Hey Fzy!” Keith patted the back of Tera’s hero, “How about you be the ref today?”

FreezeFrame winked at his bro’ with relief, and the play began. Even with the military mind relegated to a neutral role, the match quickly escalated, as it often did with the teen division. Players were tripping and tossing opponents with their tails, seducing each other mid-scrum, and somehow conjuring up a rather prodigious rainstorm (but only over the pitch). After a lightning strike less than a meter away from his feet, Keith’s blue eyes took on a steely quality, and he cleared his throat with a clear, calm, but forceful “aHEM!”

And the rain stopped.

But the damage was done. Players and coaches and referee left the pitch a bit before 6:00 all the same reddish-brown mud color from head to toe, many of them clustering into groups of two or three or more, laughing, to help one another wash up. ‘Hey, Keith!” Fzy called out, “you want to come grab a pint after you shower?”

FreezeFrame coughed, “Not tonight! Not tonight!”

“Oh, yeah, we all have to get to . . . oof!” The sentence was interrupted by FreezeFrame’s elbow in his ribs. “Well, ummmm . . . see you later . . . not that I mean tonight later . . . I just . . . Oh, screw it!”

Keith hoped for a quick tête à tête, at least, before whatever was in the works began working—even Tera had to change for the evening, right?—but he returned to the royal apartments to find Tera’s ankle boots on the floor, a varied selection of her clothes on her rocker . . . and his sweet wife quite gone, already dressed and out. So he dropped his own messy togs into the hamper and stepped into the hot, steamy shower.

As he lathered his arms and torso, he felt ten perfect fingernails rake down his back, and then soft but strong hands began soaping his tail, then cupping his bum. “Mmmmmm,” he growled, “you did have some me-time in your schedule.” He felt a tail wrap around his growing hardness, and, smiling, looked down to see . . .

. . . silver?

“Cassiopeia . . .” Keith pulled Tera’s girlhood chum around in front of him, under the water, and she began gently pinching his nipples and softly kissing his chest.

“I decided to give you a gift we can both enjoy, cutie.”

“You know I belong to Tera. I really am her Eternal.”

“Oh, of course, kiddo. But that’s no reason I can’t have a little fun with a nice piece of beefcake like you, is it?” She seemed to climb up him as she pulled his mouth in for a deep kiss. “If she was here, I’d let her play, too.” She batted her eyes.

“But she is busy with something,” Keith kissed her nose, “and I am pretty sure that she will be grumpy with both of us if we are late.” He pulled his visitor off of him, set her down lovingly, and gave her a playful pat on the rump as he put her out of the shower.

She glanced back with a mock-serious pout and a wink as she left. “I promise I’ll put on something less comfortable for the party. Pity.” She blew a quick kiss.

Keith, King of the Incubi, was dressed to the nines for a party—now confirmed by Cassiopeia—and resignedly descended the stairs to the great hall, took a deep breath, opened the door . . .

. . . and found no one.

Well, there was one person, in the sort of suit he hardly ever wore down by the fence. “Everybody is down in the rumpus room instead.”

“Why on earth would they be there?”

A pair of hazel eyes twinkled as the bearded face feigned an innocent look. “But I think the one guest you might be looking for,” he pointed to a side door, “went down the garden path a bit.”

Keith stepped out into the gathering twilight, hearing the music of a rather large affair coming from the lower levels of the palace, and noticed a light in the small guest cottage, with a wisp of smoke coming from the chimney. A few dozen steps down the path, he noticed a pair of black pumps tossed into the nasturtiums. A red silken cocktail dress looked almost like a Christmas garland on a small evergreen a bit closer to the house, and a lacy black bra hung from the doorknob. The newel post inside was festooned with matching panties, and the King’s own jacket was left behind as he now bounded up the stairs, following the cherry scent.

His tie hit the floor as he hit the top step, where he was greeted by an unusual sight: Tera’s special mirror from their own bedroom, along with three others like it, on either side of the king-size, four-poster bed, all facing in. A red tail popped out holding a sign: “Do you plan to stand there all night with your pants around your ankles and mouth open?”

Quickly, he was out of the pants and his shoes and over to the bed. A black tail reached out and pulled him in, and his favorite mouth was soon doing things he enjoyed even more than speaking—and he was quite taken with her voice. Because of the presence of the mirrors, whenever Keith rolled one way he was making love with red-tailed Tera; when he rolled the other, he found himself in the arms of Tail. At times they seemed to be in a ménage à trois, and once or twice during the evening—and this was impossible, because Keith and his tail were permanently united, right?—it almost seemed like a ménage à quatre.

As the first rays of sunrise slipped into the cottage, Keith, his hands in Tera’s hair, sighed contentedly: “I wish the night didn’t have to end.”

Tera looked up from her kissing, a sly smile forming on her face. She reached up to a tiny bauble hanging down from the canopy, almost like an ornament, and gave it a quick twirl. The world seemed to spin around them, and it was evening again. “it doesn’t have to end . . . yet.”

“What have you done?”

“It turns out,” she husked, pulling his face to her breast and kissing his horns, “that the Harry Potter box set in our Library’s Special Collection archive—where everything is a bit more special, you know—includes a working time turner.”

“And that is allowed to circulate?”

“Well, I was able to arrange a special loan,” she smiled, and resumed kissing her beloved’s horns.

After they had enjoyed the night a second time, they spun the time turner again.

When dawn returned a third time, Keith tried one more spin . . .

. . . and found himself and his Eternal, washed and dressed, stepping into the palace rumpus room as friends and loved ones cheered and sang.  “It was only a loan . . . sowwy!” whispered Tera as they enjoyed all the people, the food, and the merriment in a much better frame of mind than even citizens of the Realm could imagine.

And, at the end of the evening, he got to take the most beautiful woman of all home with him. Sure, they needed a bit of rest, but there would be tomorrow for that.

Some days, it is particularly good to be the King.

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And, for us, everyday is it particularly good to have friends like my heart and his Eternal in our world…

 

Tera

Sep 22 2013

A Review of Heat Wave by Taryn Kincaid

Heat Wave by Taryn Kincaid

Heat Wave by Taryn Kincaid

Erotica is nothing without character growth as part of the story. I find it very difficult to enjoy a story when the characters at the beginning are exactly the same at the end of the story… especially when it comes to Succubi…

Perhaps the thing that I most enjoy is when a character seems to be one that you really do not care for at first glance and come to appreciate all the more when the story is done. To tell that story, to put the pieces together and still create some lovely erotica is a very special talent…

The work tells the story of:

Sent into the human realm to retrieve prodigal princess, Zena Night, Bhyrne Raines is shocked and unprepared for his carnal reaction to the sexy succubus. In service to the succubus queen, the rugged enforcer must stifle the instant passion exploding within him. Fulfilling his royal duty doesn’t allow for quickie dalliances. His biological clock is ticking, and he begins to enter breedspawn, an intense and unstoppable frenzy of mating all fire-demon males must endure. But the more he wants to avoid Zena, the more he’s drawn to her.

Reluctant to give up her carefree life of partying among the mortals when the hot-as-sin Bhyrne comes to fetch her for the queen, Zena uses her succubus wiles to entice him, or at least delay the inevitable trip to the royal court. Once in the demon stronghold, hidden deep within the Catskill mountains, she learns the reason for the summons: she must choose a consort within two days.

Zena needs a mate. Bhyrne needs to mate. With time running out for both of them, they each turn to 1Night Stand. With time running out, can Madame Eve come to the rescue?

We first met Zena in the first work of this series Lightning along with her two Succubus sisters. When she appeared there, there was something different about her compared with her two sisters. She was really not exactly like them and was referred to as the “older sister.” She was, as well, very much acting like a Succubus and in the short scene she appeared in, really only seemed to care about finding a partner for sex… before finding another one. I was wondering at the time if that meant something more, and I found quite a lot of my questions about Zena answered in this work.

Initially she is very much a Succubus that cares only about being a “wild child” and really not much else. It comes to pass, as this story unfolds, that there is quite a lot more to her which made her as interesting as, if not more, than her sisters were to me. Part of that is her connection to the Succubus Queen of this series, Velda, which was something that I did not expect to be honest. Some of that is her internal voice, which compared to her sisters is very clear and truly different. She can be manipulative and demanding at times, but it is what happens when Bhyrne appears that caught me. Her feelings, thoughts and actions, all that she thought were her power… don’t quite work as she expects. But then again, Bhyrne isn’t what she was expecting either.

Bhyrne, who’s connection to another character in the series is perfect I think, is a wonderful example of someone that can, and does, go toe to toe with Zena in spite of the problems he has at that moment and his history. I respect characters that have a sense of honour and Bhyrne has that many times over. It is the repartee between him and Zena that just felt right. It was teasing in the right way, hot at the right moment, and at the same time you saw within them their own faults and fears tugging them here and there.

At the edges of this story is another one, lightly touched on of the world that Zena is a part of and the Queen of the demon realm Velda. I would have liked to know more about her, how she is different from her sister, whom she took the place of. I would have liked to know how it was that Zena was allowed to be “adopted” into the Night family and become one of the sisters. I would have liked to know more about Zena’s mother, her father… really much of that world is cloaked in shadow and hints, but not brought into focus.

I do realize that this work is erotica, but here’s the thing, within the erotica is a larger, powerful story I think and we have the hints of it in the Sleepy Hallow series when each sister appears. There is a world with stories that I would love to know the answers for. I’ll just reveal two of them. One, why is it so odd for roses to be present in the demon realm? What was it that forced, or otherwise demanded that Zena leave and be the wild Succubus she was? I have my thoughts, but it would be nice to know… Along with about a dozen other questions I have, but then I do tend to over think some story universes at times…

Then there is the question of Madame Eve… I know, I do, that she is a creation used to connect stories together in the 1NightStand universe but here’s the thing… I can see her being a Succubus, though not an “evil” one because none of the Night sisters are evil. I know that story can never be answered truly, but really considering what she arranges and how? It really would not surprise me in the slightest…

I smiled, quite a lot, at all of the hardware store references at the beginning of the story, it was just silly enough and felt right coming from Zena and Bhyrne. The ways that their reactions to each other were described, from the first moment, there was an instant connection, but over time it was more than that.

When the climax of the story came, and my did it ever do so, what Zena felt on her way through the castle had the right heat, the right emotion and more. When she and Bhyrne saw each other, his reaction, her needs and his… That was squirmingly hot and the picture I had in my thoughts was delicious…

As the cap to the series so far, it felt right, it ended on the right note, and it was, really, overall a beautiful work of Succubus erotica. I have but one little nit with the work… I really would have liked to see what comes in the after. There is a hint, an idea, but it isn’t told and I found myself wanting to know that…

I can hope for another work in the series can’t I?

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

Oh I do want more from this universe and these three sisters, so very much so. What happens to Zena and Bhyrne when the story ends will be in the back of my mind for a very long time to come. There is a huge universe of stories to play in and perhaps someday that time will come…

It would be wonderful if it did.

 

Tera

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

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