May 09 2013

Succubi Image of the Week 279

A little bit of Morrigan Aensland cuteness for the Succubi of the week this time on the Tale… Personally I like it when Morrigan is drawn cute and not over the top sexy and this work I found on DeviantArt really is a wonderful expression of her I think…

Morrigan Aensland Retro by GoblinQueeen

Morrigan Aensland Retro by GoblinQueeen

This is called Morrigan Aensland Retro and is by an artist on DeviantArt who calls themselves GoblinQueeen. You can find the page I found this work here, and the artist’s main page on DeviantArt is here too…

It’s interesting how the retro art look here really suits Morrigan’s character so well. I especially like how her hair is so striking in this art, really it becomes the focus of the work, and she does have wonderfully artistic hair…

What is more thrilling is, as I have mentioned, she’s more cute here than sexy and I think that’s how she should be drawn. And the cute bats are a nice touch around her too…

Please do visit the artist’s site on DeviantArt and enjoy their lovely art!



May 08 2013

It’s not sexy, it’s not a Succubus and it’s not a Dominatrix Costume either

When I see the word Succubus, that means something rather specific to me. Sexuality, seduction, and class. When that’s followed by the word Dominatrix, well, then that brings to mind a very specific look I think. One that when you see it, you have no misunderstanding about it at all.

But in this case, I don’t think that the name matches the costume… again.

Succubus Dominatrix Costume

This is called the Succubus Dominatrix Costume, and it comes with the horns, the corset, the skirt and the pitchfork the model is holding in her hands.

The necklace and the fishnets are not included, nor does the costume come with a tail either.

It can be found on Amazon, among other sites on the web for, and this I cannot understand, $130 US.

I cannot understand how something that looks like this can possibly sell for that much money. I have reviewed other costumes in this price range in the past on the Tale and just about all of them are so much better than this by far.

The horns are nothing special, the pitchfork is one of those that I truly hate with a passion.

I like the necklace, but that means nothing since it doesn’t come with the costume in the first place.

The corset looks cheap to be honest. The pattern on it doesn’t say Succubus to me at least. I have to wonder if, once again, this was an attempt by a costume manufacturer to get rid of leftover items by repackaging them as a Succubus costume.

This might be, and it’s a bit of a long stretch when I say this, something I would consider if it was the last thing sitting on the shelf. But then I could whip up something better than this with a pair of my own horns, one of my slinky black dresses and a far better pitchfork.

I won’t give this a zero, though it deserves it for the ridiculous price tag.

One quarter pitchfork out of five.

That’s too generous probably.



May 07 2013

Desires 76

You can find relief in the oddest things. A thought, a word, a realization. But it is still a relief when it happens…


Desires – Beginnings

By BStyles and Tera S

Part Twelve


She paused for a moment and looked at him. And then she began to giggle softly at the description of himself as a schmuck. She quivered slightly as she did, the tension within her and the melancholy within her fading away, as the uncertainty within her soul faded away in that one moment of happiness.

She brought a hand to her eyes and wiped away the happy tears that she allowed to flow as she lost control of herself. She gave him a smile and said, “The schmuck I would like to know better if I may… The grand scheme of things can wait for now…. I don’t think that this reality is prepared for seeing me with angel wings, horns, a tail and a halo…”

She laced her fingers together and rested her chin on them. She tilted her head one way and then the other for a moment considering something. Then she asked, “What would it take to make you happy Martin? What is the fantasy within you? What is that moment that would bring you release and warmth in your soul? I have wondered that for so long…”


When you share, isn’t it better for both?



May 06 2013

Storm Clouds 190 – 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…

Sorry everyone, too much happening this week to continue things in a good way and what I managed isn’t worth putting here. At least not yet… So a repeat of the last time Storm Clouds appeared and I hope for more next week…


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.

May 05 2013

A Review of XXXtra-Natural by Lacy Fairview

XXXtra-Natural by Lacy Fairview

XXXtra-Natural by Lacy Fairview

I can, to a point, understand why Succubi are used as minor characters in a story. They can be a threat of some kind, they can be a means to install strife between characters. Succubi are used as trickers very often as they can transform themselves to hide, confuse, and attack… But generally speaking, some how, some way, the story about them always turns towards sex… Whether or not they are actually part of that moment depends on the author really…

The story is about:

Adopted brothers Sal Smith and Dan Wesson hunt the things that go bump in the night. While on a routine kill, they start to feel urges they’ve never felt before towards each other. Will they give in? Or will the demoness they’re after get the better of them?

This is another hot flash story with little character development, story, or really much else save for the moments of sexual tension between some of the characters.

There is a Succubus in this story who is named Agrat Bat Mahat by the author. There is a Succubus named Agrat Bat Mahlat in Zohaistic Qabalah, who is known as one of the four angels of prostitution. I believe the author wrote the name incorrectly, or changed it slightly. However, considering the legends of Agrat Bat Mahlat and the Succubus in this story, who is known as the daughter of illusions, and as well the ruler of the western quarter of the world in this work, which matches with the legends, I have to assume that the two are the same being.

In this story, she is quite evil, appears in her more demonic form, shapeshifts into other appearances and uses illusions to control others as well as her other Succubus powers. Thus, she is a classical Succubus really in this story for the little that we see her.

She has one sexual scene that is really more horror in nature, and the other times she appears she doesn’t really come across in the story as a Succubus to me personally through most of that. She does however use her powers to control one of the main characters to an extent and she does threaten to do some things to him in a sexual nature.

How that turns out I won’t spoil, but I will say that, to me at least, she was simply a means to an end. That being the eventual moment were the two male main characters in the story have their moment together before the story ends.

I can’t really say that I enjoyed this story from my personal point of view which is to look at what the Succubus does, who she is, and her place in the story. She seemed too stereotypical, too cardboard, too…. too lifeless really compared to the rest of the characters and story.

The problem is, of course, that it is a hot flash story that isn’t set up for any other purpose than to get to the main moment of sex in the story at all other costs. It’s a shame really because there are hints of a hidden background for Agrat Bat Mahat, and we never get to see it for the rush to get to the end of the story and the heat that it produces…

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

Very little for those that want to read about Succubi really, no real character development either. A hot flash for some with a hint of horror and terror…

But much too quickly done by far for me personally…



May 04 2013

Karisma the Succubus YouTube…

I found what I think is a really well done short film about a Succubus on the hunt. There is some neat special effects, the Succubus herself is quite good and overall I think that a lot of talent went into this production…

And in case the film isn’t visible here:

In case the video vanishes, a short summary of this story is: A Succubus is on the prowl in the city, she goes to a nightclub and searches for a victim. Finding one she convinces him to leave with her. They travel together to a place by a river where she straddles him and then takes his soul, and draining him before the film ends.

It’s really well done. I know I’ve said that before, but really the special effects in the bar are an interesting way to show the real appearance of the Succubus. As well, the soul being taken is interesting as well, it makes sense in the overall telling of the story which is nice to see.

The actress who plays the Succubus, is, really, an excellent choice as well:


She’s lovely in her own way, has a strong personality, and makes a good overall impression as a Succubus. Of course there is no tail or horns, but then I couldn’t really expect to see that…

I think this short film, it is only three minutes, is one of the few that has a take on Succubi that I find myself thinking it is a good one of.

Mebby there will be more sometime…



May 03 2013

Succubi Image of the Week 278

As yesterday was a special milestone on the Tale. the Succubi of the Week appears today instead… And for it, something slightly different as the Succubi of the Week this time… She has no tail, she is more of a Devil Girl than a Succubus, but she is… interesting in her own way…

I have two images of her to share this week, one is the complete image and the other is a nude closeup of her…

I actually like the second image better, but here’s the first one…

Demon Biker Babe by GrayGhost

Demon Biker Babe by GrayGhost

This is called Demon Biker Babe and is by an artist on Hentai Foundry calling themselves GrayGhost. You can click on the image here on the Tale for a better look or you can visit the page on Hentai Foundry where I found this work instead.

The second piece of art is of the same Succubus, except she is without those skulls covering her breasts which I personally don’t think that much of. If she is a Succubus, then let her be sexy…

Demon Biker Babe Topless by GrayGhost

Demon Biker Babe Topless by GrayGhost

And this is called Demon Biker Babe Topless, click on the image to see it larger or visit the artist’s page on Hentai Foundry where I found this work otherwise…

There is actually a lot I like about her. I like the flames as her hair and I like the boots and gloves too. The shine on her red skin is really well done and that adds to her sexiness a lot I think. Her look with those white eyes is neat too, as is just her overall style.

I think I would have liked to see her posed somehow differently though. I mean, that smile and her body language really gives me thoughts about stories…

I’ll have to ponder them more…