Apr 27 2013

An interesting Heroes of Newerth Succubus Model YouTube…

I’ve never played Heroes of Newerth, but I know there is a Succubus in the game, I know what it looks like and I think that as a Succubus, there are possibilities for the character…

And recently I found this YouTube of a model of one…

And if you can’t see the video here on the Tale:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yauzlhVuy24

As well, in case the video vanishes, the Succubus herself…

HON Succubus Model

I admit that the image is a little on the dark side, but then in the game itself, Succubi travel in and are dark themselves so…

She’s an interesting mix of colours, at least the traditional colours are there if perhaps a little bit gaudy, but then this is a video game after all…

I’ve been wondering what she looked like for some time and, really, she isn’t what I expected her to be, however I do like her more than the Warcraft Succubi, which has to count for something at least in my mind…

I’m not sure why she is so… heavy looking? I think that a slimmer Succubi would look better and be a little more sexy…

But, again, that’s just me…

 

Tera

Apr 26 2013

A Review of Taken by the Incubus by Arianna Moon

Taken by the Incubus by Arianna Moon

Taken by the Incubus by Arianna Moon

It is, I think. relatively difficult to tell a story from the first person point of view. It’s not that it can’t be done that is the difficult part, what is comes to how easy it is to repeat yourself over and over again. The echoing of the same thoughts whether by purpose or design can make for reading that is less than satisfying.

There is, really, only so many times you can talk about something. Whether that be sexually, emotionally or otherwise, going over the same thing just makes for a story that cannot keep my attention.

When that is then joined by taking a myth, such as the Incubi, and changing them, not so much from what is expected as taking them to a characterization that is not satisfying then adding to it no story, but much rough sex… I just don’t know…

It tells the story of:

A young woman who doesn’t believe in the supernatural experiences the revelation of a lifetime when she unwittingly frees an evil inubus from centuries of imprisonment.

A woman, who’s name is never revealed, buys an idol in South America, takes it home, does something she was told not to do with it and then releases an Incubus into the world. And she becomes his first plaything to enjoy.

There are a few things that I thought were well done. There is quite a lot of mind control erotica in the story, which is done well and I rather liked how she slipped under the Incubus’ control. The initial setup of the story I found really well done as well, and I was looking forwards to seeing where the past fitted into things from it. I also found some of the hot moments of the story with a nice bit of heat too.

But then I also have some problems with the work as well. While I know that each author has their own idea of what Incubi and Succubi look like, there are some forms that I personally do not care for. The form the Incubus took in this work was not all that appealing to me for one, and as well the personality they had, and how they acted, were a real turn off for me when it shouldn’t have been.

I personally do not like brutes and this Incubus was one. While I get that he was meant to be and what he does in the story is meant to be brutal as well, that doesn’t mean I have to like it or enjoy it. I admit I am a romantic at heart… this Incubus isn’t. While most of what he does is made possible by mind control and so on in the story, it’s the… almost cold way he acts that just takes the heat out of the story for me at some key points.

Which brings me to the unnamed woman in the story. The work is written from her point of view, which is fine and gets her emotions, needs and actions across… I would have liked to have known her name. For that matter I would have liked to know the Incubus’ name, which we don’t, as well. I found it hard to put myself into her position for several reasons, and in the end I gave her a name so that I could get into the story better.

My own personal view of things has a lot to do with that I would expect. While I found some of the scenes a bit much for my own personal taste, they have heat in their own way and they do tell the story of submission which, in the end, is the point of the story I feel. It’s just that I think there could have been more to the work than just submission or loss of self.

In that way, I could have seen this as the opening chapter in a longer story about the woman fixing her mistake, or the Incubus rampaging through the world, what happens to her in trying to right her wrong, or submit to him completely. But that story isn’t told, it’s set aside for the erotic moments between them and then the story comes to a sudden end… in a way.

It’s that opening that brings me pause. If the next part, if there was one, was as brutal I don’t think I would enjoy it. If the next part was focused on the sex above all else, I really wouldn’t. But if there was story with the sex… I would like to see where the story goes from here.

But I probably won’t.

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

It’s a hot flash at heart with just enough story to make what happens make sense. Bit too harsh for my tastes, though I am sure that some will enjoy what transpires none the less. It would be a good opening to a larger story of what comes after this moment, but as it is… It’s lacking some…

 

Tera

Apr 25 2013

Succubi Image of the Week 277

Last week’s Succubi of the Week was the work of an artist on Hentai Foundry and this week, I have one more piece of wonderful Succubi art from this artist to share as well…

Devil Chick Laying in Bed by Davemacer33j

Devil Chick Laying in Bed by Davemacer33j

This work of art is called Devil Chick Laying in Bed and is by an artist on Hentai Foundry calling themselves  Davemacer33j. You can click on the art here to see it a bit larger, or you can see the original page I found this work on here as well…

I’ve said before that I like pinups, but the ones that I really adore are the ones that are slightly understated like this one is.Yes, she is nude, but it’s not just there to look at, she’s teasing and smouldering in her sexuality which I think all Succubi should be… It’s not about being sexual, it is how you use that sexuality…

And this is just a wonderful expression of that.

Sexily posed on the sheets, the naughty bits are hidden but you can imagine them I am quite sure… Cute horns and tail, lovely hair style, my personal favourite of course, and a look and smile that fits her to a tee…

It almost looks as if a photograph of a real person was drawn over to create this, the effect is so very realistic and I like this a bunch…

For another quick, “I’m bored” drawing, this is amazing I think and I would love to see more…

 

Tera

Apr 24 2013

Some fetishes just don’t make a Succubus Costume…

I admit that I have a few fetishes… The thing is, that regardless of what they are, the most important thing is that whatever the outfit looks like, it really, really, has to be sexy and not trashy…

I think this costume falls into the trashy side of things a bit too far…

Hot Flames Devil Fetish Dress

This is called the Hot Flames Devil Fetish Dress. It comes with a strapless satin look bandeau, zippered fitted fishnet bodice and a wetlook pleated ruffle skirt with a mesh underlay. The horns are included, but the boots are not.

It sells for $46 US on several sites on the web…

But, honestly? I just really don’t like this at all.

The horns are about the worst of all possible ones they could have chosen. I mean… Just really awful beyond description. I hate the zipper in the mesh part of this. Why would they put that in the front of this costume when they could have just as easily hidden it on the back instead.

The skirt is… shiny. I’ll give it that, but otherwise that red fringe at the bottom just really doesn’t work at all.

I suppose I could remove the mesh completely and just wear the top and skirt, but then there isn’t a tail so, overall, what would be the point in that in the first place?

Actually that brings up a thought… Why didn’t they forget about the mesh in the first place? The skirt and top alone wouldn’t look that awful, but the mesh just kills everything.

Still, I think I will have to find out more about those books she is wearing… That could be… iinteresting.

I’ll give this a quarter pitchfork out of five.

Not on my list and I hope that it isn’t for anyone else either…

 

Tera

Apr 23 2013

Desires 74

Listening. First you must… listen. Listening is, really, one of the things that a Succubi should be able to do don’t you think?

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Desires – Beginnings

By BStyles and Tera S

Part Ten

 

She listened to his words and blushed a bit. In a soft voice she said, “Perhaps I was meant to be an Angel and lost the way… Or it might be that I am an Angel, but in the guise of a demoness…” She sighed at that, “Demoness… How I hate that. I appear to some in my true form and immediately I am seen as evil and dangerous. Yet if I appear as I am now I can be mistaken for an Angel and accepted… I am of two worlds in truth and neither is totally mine… But that is and will be my fate for all time I know now…”

She gazed at him and then said, “But then… Your fate it seems isn’t better than mine…. You want to talk about it?”

There was an uncomfortable silence and she added, “Maybe we were brought here for a reason…. Maybe…”


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Mebby is the start of many things really…

 

Tera

Apr 22 2013

Storm Clouds 189 – An ongoing Succubi Story

This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…

If you want to read previous chapters, please click here…

Beginning Chapter 30 this week, Nina and Tom have to come to terms and we haven’t seen Camilla for a while…

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Storm Clouds 189

Chapter 29

By TeraS

The Dark was not omniscient. It was intelligent: It schemed and planned, It moved pieces around a board of its own choosing … most of the time. However, the one whom it battled against regularly knew how to make it even less connected to its plans. When that one had destroyed Its view of the only piece that mattered, there was nothing to be done except what It had done.

It had taken control of a pawn. There was no choice in this; but in doing so It isolated itself from all of its other pawns. It was like having cotton in your ears and dark glasses on. You might have heard something, but not clearly. You might have seen something, but not know what it was perfectly.

This was, for It, intolerable.

But what was more intolerable was that It could not simply be where It wanted because It needed this pawn to gain access to the place, to form a new eye, and to have again what it needed most of all: information.

The accursed of the Realm, they understood that more than any other beings, and that was their advantage, an advantage that the Dark wanted for itself. That was Its purpose behind all that had led to this point: to have what they knew, and to be able to use it.

This was the thing that It could not understand. They had to know … everything. This was the worrisome thing, for the question was what they knew about It most of all. What weakness could they use against It? Could they … end It? For one of the few times in eons, It felt something that could be described as being fear, although It would dismiss that as being part of the pawn It held at the moment and not itself. If It was omniscient, or even more than minimally self-aware, It might have realized its folly … perhaps.

The travel took, according to the pawn’s perception, well over an hour, but Its prize had to be in a place where they would not easily find it. The small, out-of-the-way trailer park, along with the one lodging of the pawn that was in it, surrounded by misfortune, grief, and helplessness, masked Its prize and protected it.

The Dark was comforted by all of the dark emotions that surrounded this place, gaining some power from it and giving a fraction of it to Its pawn. This was the agreement: the pawn wanted power; the Dark was willing to give it … for a price.

The Dark was still amused by how little the pawn understood about the agreement. Eventually, It would see that the pawn understood fully. For now, It needed him, and so it fulfilled what he desired without actually giving more than what he could have gotten on his own. Humans were, It well knew, so easily distracted.

The pawn removed the traps, broke the sigils, and lastly turned the key it held to open the door and reveal the space where the prize was. And, in doing so, it failed completely to notice the shadow that had followed It from the moment It had taken over Its pawn …

From within the shadow that fell across a nearby tree, a purple hand with pink nails rested itself against the bark. For a few moments one finger tapped against the bark as if the owner of that hand was considering something, or more accurately, planning something.

Considering who this was, it wasn’t surprising that she was here and watching It carefully. The tapping stopped as she felt the viewing portal begin to form and waited patiently for would happen next.

There was a snap of energy that only those of magical ability would ever notice and then there came a rumble as the trailer itself vibrated, then stopped. Then the curse came from within. It never should have left the door open really; It was becoming sloppy and, in that, more dangerous. Then she watched as Its pawn was thrown from the trailer and the door slammed behind him as he lay stunned on the grass.

She considered removing the pawn from the field, to stick another pin into It’s hide and make It more angry than before. But she had a use for him, as well, if not yet, so she left him alone and continued to watch from where she was safely hidden. The problem was that she didn’t know exactly what was going on within the trailer, and that stayed her hand.

Within the trailer, the Dark was pleased that the tail was still in its jar, trapped, and held from her kin. It lifted the jar from the floor and looked inside, shaking the jar slightly before gloating. “There you are, still safe and secure. You have no hope except to give in to me. Do so, and I’ll end your pain. What hold does your precious Realm have on you now?”

The Dark finished ranting and then the tail in the jar … moved. The tip rose out of the coils of itself like the head of a snake. It pushed against the lid just once before the heart shaped tip turned to look at the one holding it. A moment passed, as if it was not looking at the Dark, but through it. Then a tired woman’s voice answered it, “No. I will not give you what you want. You have done everything save end my existence. Do so, if you dare.”

The tip turned away, almost dismissively, and then sunk back out of sight, seemingly having said its peace and finished with It.

“What if I gave you new life?”

A pause, then the answer: “I know your tricks and your boons are nothing but traps.”

“Then I’ll find an innocent and force you to join with them.”

“Please do try.”

The Dark paused at that. The tone was not dismissive, but was instead challenging. It understood how Tails were joined, or It thought It did; the information was so tightly guarded that only hints and theories were really known outside of their world.

“You are not Tera. You cannot trick me.”

“No. I’m not. But I am of her Daughters. Do your worst, if you dare.”

“Why not turn to me, to where you came from?”

The laugh this time was certain and strong. “You never made us. You only wish you did.”

The Dark shook the jar once violently and then set it back on the floor: “You will, all of your kind, bow to me.”

The tail answered: “Better luck next time. Now go away and leave me be.”

Everything the tail did and said was exactly how every one of their kind had responded to It in the past. Denial, resistance, and then they just turned away from It because they could. But this tail couldn’t. It had trapped it, imprisoned it, and It held all of the cards in this case. But still It was denied, refused, and, more angering of all, laughed at for Its efforts.

The Dark turned It’s efforts back to making the viewing portal again, for some reason it didn’t form the first time, and so It focused itself on making it again. Again it formed and then collapsed. Twice more It tried, and then the portal formed in the far corner of the space the tail was held in. As the place was unprotected now, It moved towards It’s own place in the darkness to confirm all was well before commanding the pawn to again protect the place. It gave the tail one more look and then swirled away into nothingness.

And then the Dark made a mistake. It left the door wide open and unprotected. In the silence that came after It left, there was the sound of something running through the grass outside … and then it stopped. Then a small, grey calico cat peered inside the trailer, as if checking out the place.

When the cat saw the jar with the tail in it, its eyes narrowed and then it leaped inside. It took but a few seconds to rush to the space under the viewing portal, scratch three times on the floor there, and then flee outside once more. As the cat ran back outside the pawn began to stir. The cat saw this and, before the pawn regained all of his senses, darted into the shadow of the tree, where a pair of purple hands caught and then pulled the cat out of sight.

Before the pawn could gather his mind and sense for her being there, she vanished, taking the cat with her. She promised a favor for help and this she would do … unlike a certain arrogant being of darkness.

It had pawns. She had friends. Something the Dark would never be able to understand …

The Dark, in the meantime had returned to its lair, the remnants of what once had been it’s means of watching its plans unfold. It would take time, much time, to repair the damage, and there was no doubt that she was planning something. The destruction she had left in her wake was not important in the grand scheme of things, however. All that mattered was that one tail It held. Losing the view of It’s pawns was less important, after all; pawns could be replaced, if need be. They were nothing compared to the prize It wanted … no, needed.

It regarded the mirror, and the tail sitting there, with some satisfaction. This one piece of the plan could not be allowed to be free to return to her kind. It knew well that, should what it had done come to be known … the repercussions would be universe shaking.

At least, that was It’s plan.

It was very good at building traps, and to trap Tera and her kind would be the pinnacle of It’s work. To have them all in It’s control would feed the Dark for eons to come. So, It had been planning and scheming for eons before this, looking for a means to enter their Realm, to influence, to take everything apart from within. But every time It tried, something stopped it at the edge. No matter how it tried, whether by possessing, inhabiting, or means even darker, nothing it tried allowed It to pass through. Why could others enter and not It? What held It at bay, and how? This was the question that needed to be resolved, regardless of the cost.

The cost had been high. It seemed as if it would be even more so. But the rewards where tempting and many, and so it continued on it’s path towards …

It’s thoughts were stopped by a partial image in one of the broken mirrors. The image was unclear but it appeared as if one of Tera’s had been in It’s grasp and then tried to flee. It watched as they and … some other being … had been killed by It’s protections.

The Dark would have to punish some of Its pawns, but that was acceptable to have caused Tera more grief at the loss of another of her kind. Perhaps enough that, taunting her or others of her kind, would make it easier for It’s plans to come to fruition.

It returned back to the pawn near the tail and had it set the traps back into place, giving it a measure of power for doing so. It needed this one for a time longer, not much more, but long enough to be sure that this went correctly.

Once the pawn was finished, the Dark moved to leave—It had others to teach how wrong they were not to obey It’s wishes—but paused a moment. If It had been human, It might have explained that it felt as if someone had walked on Its grave. Instead, It felt … uneasy. It scanned the place, looking for a reason to do so, but found nothing. Dismissing it as being echoes of the pawn It had possessed, It vanished.

It had two pawns to deal with, and so It did.

Storm Clouds 187

Chapter 30

By TeraS

“Where the hell are we?”

The frustration in Tom’s voice was very evident for two reasons: one was that Nina hadn’t told him what she was going to do, and the other was … she blindfolded him, again not telling him she was going to.

“You’re safe, Tom.”

Tom considered that. On the one hand he wasn’t crushed by a window washer platform, so there was that point for her. He was, however, sitting flat on his ass, didn’t have a clue where he was, and wasn’t happy about it. “This has to be a definition of the word that I haven’t been acquainted with before.”

He could hear the smirk in her voice, “What? You don’t like learning new things?”

“I have issues with not being able to know what the heck is going on, Nina.”

He felt a hand—he assumed it was Nina’s—on his arm, “I’ll give you the Reader’s Digest version: you are in a place where, if you could see, it would probably break your mind, and I don’t want to have to explain that to Camilla … or Tera, for that matter.”

“I’m not that fragile.”

She laughed, “Maybe. And maybe you need to trust me like you do Camilla.”

He thought about that, only for a moment, “She’s …”

“… proved herself to you. Yes, I got that. I just saved your bacon … and eggs … and hash browns … so how about you give me the benefit of the doubt and …”

The break in Nina’s rant was disturbing

Tom didn’t like it, “And what?”

Then Nina, more seriously than any time Tom had heard her before, said, “Tom, be quiet and don’t say anything no matter what happens.”

The grip that Nina had on his arm tightened, as if she had seen something that was a threat. Tom began to move his hand to the blindfold to remove it, but he felt what seemed like Nina’s hand, or tail, or something, bat his hand away and she hissed “Shhh!”

Then things got … weird.

There was a … presence. Tom couldn’t see it, didn’t know what it was, but there was suddenly someone … or something … else nearby. Nina’s grasp relented and she seemed almost overwhelmed when she spoke …

“I’m sorry. I know he’s not supposed to be here. I didn’t have anywhere else to go that I could think of.” Tom listened for an answer trying to figure out who was there, but he didn’t hear a single word spoken by anyone other than Nina. “He can’t see where he is. He won’t be able to tell anyone.”

The presence came close. Almost touched Tom, but he didn’t flinch from whatever it was … whoever it was. There was light, or he thought there was, around him, around them … and he wasn’t afraid of it. He should have been; there could have been a threat. But it didn’t feel like it. It could have been dangerous, but that little voice in the back of his head that told him to duck before something bad happened … didn’t.

“No, he isn’t. I mean … he could be … Couldn’t he?”

Tom was trying to figure out what that meant when he felt something brush against his cheek and a voice echoed in his mind softly, “I’ll see you again, Thomas.” He heard Nina gasp—again he wasn’t sure why—followed by a whisper of, “I promise … always.”

Then the presence was gone and Nina spoke with an odd tremor in her voice, “That’s never happened before.”

Tom didn’t say anything—he wasn’t sure he could—so he did the next best thing. He pointed at his lips and then turned his head towards Nina’s voice and starting mouthing words.

Nina seemed sad, “Sorry, Tom. You can talk. They’re gone.”

“Who … or what, was that?”

“Can’t say right now. Not allowed to.”

“Is this a thing with your kind, Nina? Riddles and hints? Not giving out information?”

“You aren’t supposed to know. Only our kind does and it’s something we don’t talk about.”

“Family secret?”

Nina actually laughed, “Oh, it’s a big one. Even bigger than Tera’s age. Don’t ask because I won’t be telling that, either.”

“So, now what?”

“Now we’re continuing on, and then you can take off that blindfold.”

Tom didn’t know what to make of that, either, and then be felt his stomach lurch and twist just like it did when he passed into what Camilla called their Realm before a warm breeze blew through his hair and he heard the sound of birds around him.

“Okay. We’re home now, Tom. You can take it off.”

Tom removed the blindfold and found himself standing in a well maintained courtyard, the grass trimmed to within an inch of its life, the flowers in their beds in precise rows, and not one leaf from one tree falling from a branch.

“Nice gardening. Who’s place is this?”

“Mine. Haven’t been home … for a while.”

Tom considered her as he stuffed the blindfold in a pocket, “Don’t come home much?”

Nina was looking at a building: a simple side-split home in orange brick with a dark brown wood door in front, the door itself oddly marked with what looked to be a symbol that reminded him of the shape … and color … of Nina’s tail.

“Not since I died. Want to come in?”

Tom didn’t know how to answer that and, when he didn’t, Nina just took his hand and pulled him towards the front door.

“Remember I said that I’m a tail? We need to talk about that, I don’t have a lot of time left to do so, and you’ll need to know some stuff when Camilla comes back.” She took hold of the doorknob and, as she turned it, added, “And you can never, no matter what, tell anyone about this. Or I’ll kill you, Tom.”

In spite of his confusion, Tom didn’t doubt she would.

Apr 21 2013

A Review of Lies and Deceit by Catherine Forbes

Lies and Deceit by Catherine Forbes

Lies and Deceit by Catherine Forbes

This week’s review is of a story that I found on Smashwords quite some time ago. I’ve been holding off reviewing it as I had hoped that the next book in the series would appear and then, I hoped, I would have a better idea of what the author was planning in their story. That didn’t happen, I regret to say, and so…

So I will have to imagine where the story might have gone from here, the stories that could have been told, and wishing for something that it seems I will never see…

But I won’t stop looking in case it does…

  • Title: Lies and Deceit
  • Author: Catherine Forbes
  • Publishing Date: September 20, 2011
  • Length: 12 Pages
  • ISBN: 9781465864840
  • This work at Smashwords.com

The story tells of:

Mystren and her kin are from another world, one that was supposedly destroyed. Now, they find themselves in a new world dominated by destructive beings – humans. As the new long-eared race try to take over, they start a war with earth’s supernatural creatures.

Vampires, gargoyles and incubi are just some of the creatures that have banded together to stop this invasion.

Now Mystren is captured and alone. She braces herself for death, but her captors have other things in mind.

Mystren is on a mission to investigate a place where some of the enemy of her kind call their home. Though she gets into the place, and finds some evidence, things go wrong and she is captured. Her captors confront her with what they say is the truth, which she does not believe and then… then the story comes to an abrupt end.

It’s an interesting beginning to what I hope would be an interesting view of what humans are doing to the Earth, what we believe to be creatures of myth and legend, and a new, orphaned race that need the Earth for their own reasons.

There isn’t a lot of explanation of what, or who, exactly, Mystren is exactly, nor who she is working for, or beholden to. Nor does the story really begin to explain why the myths of Earth are defending it really, save the one truism that free choice matters, no matter how wrong a choice may well be.

As well, the creatures she encounters, and that imprison her, are shown, and save their names, and what they represent, not much else is discovered or revealed about them. It is quite clear however that one character, Harrison, is an Incubus, and as well a reference is made that Succubi exist in this universe as well.

But there isn’t anything else said about them, which disappointed me to an extent. There is a small amount of interaction that occurs with Harrison, but otherwise the story isn’t about him, or the other beings that Mystren encounters save for little tantalizing tidbits and observations that do not, really, build on the story very much.

It is, to me at least, the opening chapter of a longer story and I have to say that I would have wanted the author to write the entire story and share that rather than give out this little preview of their universe.

It feels far too much like being teased and that has always bothered me.

There is a story here, quite a good one I think that doesn’t seem to be treading on the path that so many supernatural themed stories have in the past. The author writes well, Mystren has soul, a will, and a purpose. Those that she meets have obviously a past and a goal as well. So in doing this, there is conflict, and a plot for the story to move forwards on. But it is short. And honestly I think that another five pages or so of fleshing out the characters would have made the different for me personally.

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

A good start, the characters start to be interesting and the story more so, but then the sudden ending was very disappointing to me. More that the next story didn’t, or hasn’t appeared at the time of this review appearing on the Tale.

Still, perhaps someday it will.

 

Tera

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