Mar 05 2013

Desires 67

You know, I really need to read the setting better sometimes…. or not… You’d be amazed where that takes you…

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Desires – Beginnings

By BStyles and Tera S

Part Three

 

It was the work of a moment for Martin to pack up his guitar and retreat to one of the darker sections of the coffeehouse – where it was blessedly cooler. A cup of his favorite herbal blend was waiting for him at his usual table. Though he scarcely had time to take more than a few sips before confused murmurs – and sadly, a few catcalls – brought his attention back to the stage. Strange… he thought. I don’t remember tonight being an open-mic…

All objections were lost on him, as this lovely vision in black began to sing. For a while, he was as rapt and attentive as the other patrons. Then he felt it…that emphasis, the emotions present in each note of the tune, in every syllable she sung. And he saw it as well, in the way all of the other patrons seemed to channel those emotions. Recognition dawned in those amber eyes….and it wasn’t wholly a happy recognition.

Still, it would have been terribly impolite of him to interrupt such a precious moment. After all, it wasn’t every day that one encountered such a heartfelt and astonishingly pure expression through song. And when she had finished, he was among the first to stand and applaud. She seemed so distraught over something, practically fleeing from the spotlight as quickly as she had stepped into it.

He followed her with his eyes as she secluded herself elsewhere, considering his next action for a moment. Pulling his chair out from the table, he stepped over to the counter once again. Now armed with a second, fresh cup of tea, Martin made his best stealth attempt to get to the mystery singer’s table.

“That was awfully good, for a cover….” He said to her back. One cup was poised in offering in an outstretched hand, a smile on his face belying the jest in his voice. “…and quite brave, to do it a cappella….”

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Not really brave, mostly silly and stupid I think…. But we’ll see…

Tera

Mar 04 2013

Storm Clouds 184 – 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…

Trying for Chapter 28 this week… I’ll most likely go back over Chapters 26-28 next week before moving on with the story… We’ll see…

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Storm Clouds 184

Chapter 26

By TeraS

 

 

Tom pushed Nina to the side of the elevator and out of sight of the guards, motioning for her to hold the elevator doors open. He stood opposite to her and tapped his gun against the elevator’s railing: “Four guards, one at the desk, three standing. Lousy odds. Got any ideas?”

Nina pressed the door button with her right hand and thought a moment, “Can’t kill them … can we, Tom?”

The look he gave her was one of disbelief, “You actually think I would do that?”

“No. You wouldn’t … but I would … if I had to.”

“Why?”

She took a quick look at the guards, “Well, two of them are the Dark’s pawns. As far as I’m concerned, killing them would be a mercy. The other two are innocent …”

“Nina, you can’t just kill for no reason. That’s …”

“It does, Tom. Regularly. It had Patricia killed for no reason.”

Tom took a long hard look at Nina, “You are not it; neither am I.”

Nina nodded in approval, “When we forget that, it wins.”

“So, what’s the plan?”

Nina’s tail swished slightly, “How about I give them something they’ll never forget?”

“Why does that tone bother me?”

Nina’s smile was a thin one: “Can I hurt them, just a little?”

“Define ‘hurt.’”

Nina’s answer came in a shriek from the guards as they fell to their knees and then onto their sides clutching between their legs … while Nina looked at Tom with a smile he knew was much less innocent than it appeared to be.

“Scratch that. I don’t want to know.”

“Really?”

Tom looked towards the guards: “Really.”

“You’re no fun.”

“I’ll bet you’re a ton of fun at parties, too.”

Nina’s innocent smile became a smirk, “You are coming to my next one, Tom. Promise.”

“Great. Can hardly wait. Come on, time’s ticking.”

The two left the elevator and entered the lobby, making for the exit. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor as she ran slightly ahead of him.

“Why all the rush to get out of here, Nina?”

“We screwed with two of the Dark’s toys. That means we’re officially on it’s shit list. And knowing it, that means any kind of trap that’s ever been sprung is coming our way.”

Tom looked around, seeing only the guards on the floor, while the rest of the lobby was empty. “Something’s wrong. This place should have all kinds of people around. It’s never this empty.”

Nina kept her focus on the doors ahead of them, “Move your ass, Tom. Think later …”

They were about halfway to the exit when it happened. It wasn’t just that the lights went out, it was like the entire world was pulled out from under them and was replaced by complete and total blackness.

Nina grabbed Tom by the arm and the two skidded to a stop. “Shit! Tom, get behind me, cover my tail.”

Tom moved behind Nina and had the weirdest feeling when her tail brushed against his back. He couldn’t understand it, but … somehow, he felt like he had felt something like it before.

“What’s going on?”

Nina was silent, looking around them before she answered, “Seems like it’s trap was designed to scare the crap out of people and hold them in place until some of it’s minions could deal with the problem.”

Tom lowered his gun slightly, “Which means what?”

“Which means the exit is likely still in front of us, but we can’t see the floor or anything else.”

“But the floor is there.”

“Has to be, right? Otherwise how are we still standing here?”

Tom nodded at that logic, “Okay, Professor Nina: what now?”

Nina’s tail wrapped itself around Tom’s waist, “Now I keep moving and you watch behind us. Whatever happens, don’t let anything get near my tail.”

Tom remembered what Nina had said, “Count on it. Get us the hell out of here.”

They moved slowly, much too slowly for Tom’s liking, but this was Nina’s world, not his. Nothing happened for what seemed like hours until Tom thought he saw something move in front of him and shot at it, the gunshot loud in the silence around them.

“Tom?”

“Something came close. Couldn’t tell what.”

“Right. Moving faster. Keep up.”

“Never fast enough for me.”

They moved on, nothing else happening until Nina bumped into something with a thud and complained about it, “Damn it. Okay, found the wall. Door’s got to be here somewhere…”

That didn’t sit well with him, but he didn’t say anything, instead just following her movements, until Nina moved suddenly and a blast of light pushed at the darkness around them, being swallowed up by it.

“This way out. Come on, Tom, move your …”

Whatever it was struck Tom in the chest and shoved him into Nina, knocking the wind out of them both. The next thing Tom knew, both he and Nina tumbled onto the pavement outside. He scrambled to his feet and moved to help her.

She was in trouble. Tom had gotten clear, but she was halfway inside the building, with something pulling at her legs and drawing her back inside, while her tail swatted at the blackness around her. She clawed at the concrete and yelled at him, “Tom! Get the hell out of here!”

He closed the distance between them and shook his head slightly, “Sorry, Nina. Can’t do that. Can’t leave my partner.”

The look in her eyes was one that Tom had never expected: fear. “This time, you have to! This is something you can’t deal with! Get the hell out of here!”

Tom, to his credit, didn’t. Instead he took hold of Nina with one hand and started shooting into the building at the same time.

“No! Not losing either of you!”

Whether it was Tom’s bullets, Tom’s anger, or something else, he would never be able to figure out …

… but whatever it was just let go of Nina and then slammed the door closed.

The two looked at each other …

“Persistent bastard, eh?”

“Obviously not as persistent as you.”

… and then the sound of metal shrieking made them look up as they both scrambled to their feet.

“Shit!”

“Shut up and close your eyes!”

Anyone watching would have seen a window washing platform fall onto two people that had been unfortunate enough to stumble on their way out of the building and get in the way.

What they wouldn’t have seen was a purple puff of smoke and the smell of lemons in the air as Nina and Tom bampfed away …

 

Storm Clouds

Chapter 27

By TeraS

 

 

Try.

Three simple little letters, but put them together and things get … complicated.

For Jane, it was truly complicated. Not that what Tera placed in front of her wasn’t possible; she had been in the minds of others before. The problem was in what would happen after. Would John hate her? Would he even remember her?

She found, to her surprise, that it mattered to her. Pushing a lock of John’s hair back to where it should be, she tried to rationalize her thoughts about him. Why did she find herself caring about him? What was it that made her do so? Why did she care about anyone? She never had before, never became close to anyone, really … except Patricia. That brought a sigh from her that made Tera arch an eyebrow … but say nothing.

Jane always put up a tough front when dealing with other beings, tried to be the sister that others didn’t mess with or cross. It wasn’t because she needed to be that way, not really. She did so because she needed to protect Patricia because she was the older of the two of them … by ten minutes, but still she was.

When Patricia revealed to her what Tera had offered, Jane didn’t believe her. She told her twin that she was being told a fairy tale, a lie, that all of it couldn’t possibly be real. The most troubling thing was the calm, knowing smile that her sister had throughout their argument. When Patricia left and never answered any of her messages, Jane had no choice: she went through all of the things that were left behind and came upon a simple business card, then went to see Tera and demand that she give her sister back to her.

She had met Tera in that little brownstone. She still remembered the look the Receptionist had given her. It stayed with her because it was something she had never seen from anyone: pity. She thought that barging into Tera’s office would throw her off balance and Jane would have the upper hand. Now she knew better, but then … oh, how arrogant she was. She pushed the door open and only managed to take one step inside the door when she was brought up short.

That wasn’t because of Tera; she barely noticed her. It was her sister. She stood there in the middle of the room, looking like a mirror to Jane as she always did … except she didn’t. Jane stood frozen to the spot as Patricia walked to her, her white, heart-tipped tail moving behind her, a pair of white horns in her hair and … angel wings … She had angel wings, too …

“Hi, Sis.”

Jane’s mouth was open, but nothing came out. She couldn’t believe that what her sister had told her was real, that angels, devils, and all of the myths of their childhood were not myths; they were real.

As cold as Jane was, Patricia wasn’t. Whether that was because she was the little sis, or it was just the way she was …

… Jane missed her so much and regretted so much more.

Her sister took a finger and pushed Jane’s mouth closed again before hugging her tightly, her wings wrapping around them both, and her tail … it was wrong that it wrapped around her right leg, and yet there was something … right … about it all …

… and Jane just cried more than she had ever in her life before.

“Shhh … It’s okay … I’m here, silly.”

“You left me!”

“I asked you to come with me. You didn’t believe me.”

“I … I can’t believe in fairy tales, Sis. I have to be strong for you, to protect you, to …”

… Jane found herself looking into Patricia’s eyes and wondering how they became so blue …

“You don’t have to believe in fairy tales. You have to believe in these tails …”

And Jane felt her sister’s tail give her thigh a soft squeeze.

Then, for the first time, she heard Tera’s voice, “You chose not to join your sister, Jane. Like her, you have free will, and you made your choice.”

When she looked at Tera, finally, she wanted to lash out at her for taking Pamela away, to force her to reverse everything and let her take her sister where she belonged: home, with her. Not here, not … “I want my sister back! You did this! You …”

“I did nothing except open her eyes to what could be. She accepted the impossible … You, it seems, haven’t.”

Jane pulled away from her sister, but refused to let go of her hand as she moved towards Tera: “I demand that …”

“What gives you the right to demand anything?”

“She’s my sister.”

“And she decided that she wanted this, freely.”

“I …”

Patricia squeezed her twin’s hand, twice—which, in their childhood code, meant ‘shut up, stupid’—before she spoke: “Tera … she does not understand, that’s true. But she is a good soul, and she means well.”

“Meaning is not doing, Daughter, and …”

Jane couldn’t help herself, “You are not our mother! Our mother …”

The next words from Tera still hurt as she remembered them: “… died when you were born. You never had a real mother, neither of you … and no one will ever be able to replace her … I know … better than you can imagine.”

There was hurt in those few words, more hurt than Jane had within her, and she gripped her sister’s hand tighter than she ever had in her life.

“Ow! Sis! Chill out!”

Jane reflexively let go of Patricia, but then grabbed for her hand again with both of her own: “Sorry, Sis, really.” She then walked to Tera, her sister beside her.

Tera rested in an old high-back chair, watching the two sisters approach: “Where do we all go from here, then, Jane?”

Jane’s answer was simple in that moment, but now she realized that it meant so much more … “Wherever it is, we’ll be together …”

After that memory washed over her, Jane impulsively cupped John’s cheeks in her hands and then kissed him as she dove back into his memories once more, this time alone. Jane herself looked into his eyes underneath the pile of rubble. She swallowed the lump in her throat and managed a weak, “Hi.”

He groaned, the wreckage from the building on top of him, “What are you doing here, lady?”

A cough, a shaky one: “Looking for Mister Right. Are you him?”

 

Storm Clouds

Chapter 28

By TeraS

 

 

Back at the nondescript brownstone at 69 69th Street, an odd event occurred, one that, even if Camilla had known about it at the time—wouldn’t have surprised her, to be honest. An old, beaten-up pickup truck rumbled up the street and parked directly in front of the path leading to the front door before Billy unfolded himself from the cab and stood there, looking at the place. He had actually dressed up—at least for him, he did. After all, putting on a new shirt and a clean pair of pants, to him, was dressing up.

He hesitated there for a while, thinking things over and looking at the place. It was much too classy for someone like him to be seen there. But he had been asked a favor. The thing about Billy was that he acted gruff and tough on the outside, but, inside, there was still the young kid that worried about every little thing he did and if his father would approve of it.

He was still standing there when he heard a woman’s voice, “Can I help you?” Turning, he saw that the question was asked by a woman with short, platinum blonde hair, dressed really nice, a quizzical look in her eyes, standing on the sidewalk and carrying a tray of coffee and what looked to be donuts.

“Um … dunno, Ma’am. I was looking for Camilla.”

“I believe she’s out of the office at the moment, would you …” As she said this, she struggled with what she was carrying and, just before she dropped everything on the ground below, Billy had moved around his truck and caught everything … including her.

Billy wanted to let go of her… and he really should have … but she looked at him and he couldn’t look away from her. She was really pretty and … stuff.

She didn’t say anything for the longest time either, just looking at him, and her lips, and … gosh she had a cute look when she was startled, and he just didn’t want to let go of her. Finally he did, very hesitantly, and then she shook her head as if to clear it or something, Billy honestly wasn’t sure.

“Thank you. The office would be madder than a swarm of bees if they didn’t have their coffee and snack.”

Billy managed an embarrassed smile, “Yeah, I get that a lot where I work. They don’t let me get the coffee anymore. Say that it’s safer. Don’t blame them for that.” A bit of a sad look passed over her and Billy shook his head, “Not mad about it, Ma’am. Makes sense as I’m all thumbs anyway.”

She considered that, “I think you sell yourself short. You did pretty good in helping me.”

“Ya were in trouble Ma’am. Wasn’t thinking about other stuff. Just helping ya.”

Billy had the weirdest thought as if she was testing him or checking him out or something. But that was dumb: she was classy and smart; he wasn’t, and he really did know that inside of himself.

“Well, you did help …” She paused, of course, because he hadn’t said his name.

“Billy, Ma’am.”

She smiled—a real smile, too, not one of those fake ones that the people back at the waterfront gave him—and he didn’t know what to make of it.

“Billy. Nice name; I like it.”

Billy knew he was blushing now, he just had to be, what with the heat on his cheeks and the butterflies in his stomach. “Um … thank you, Ma’am.”

“You know, if you want, you’re welcome to come inside and wait for Camilla, if you want to, that is. There’s lots of space in reception and I’m sure it won’t be a problem.”

Billy looked away, “Not really meant to be in a place like that, Ma’am. Not my place and, besides, I’ll stick out like a sort thumb.”

She laughed—actually, she giggled—and, for a moment, Billy was hurt inside. He thought she was laughing at him, that he fell for her game and now was the butt of the joke like he always was. He started for the pickup, aiming to get out of there before anything worse happened, but found she had put her things in the box of the truck and taken hold of his right hand with one of her own.

“Not laughing at you, silly. Please look at me?”

Of course he couldn’t pull away from her, that wouldn’t be good manners … and she did say please, after all.

When he did, she looked at him and only him, “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. I didn’t mean to, and I am really and truly sorry if I did.” Billy found himself looking at her small, dainty hand resting on top of his huge, meaty one and wondered why he didn’t want her to let go of it.

“Um. It’s ‘kay, Ma’am. No hard feelings or anything.”

“Tell you what. Why don’t you come inside with me? I’ll pop my stuff off inside with the Receptionist and we can wait for Camilla to come back. I know that no one will mind you waiting inside.”

Billy thought about this, sort of—it was kind of hard to think, considering that she was still holding his hand and worrying about him. “I … I don’t want to be trouble, Ma’am.”

“Donna.”

“Pardon?”

She smiled and patted his hand once, “Donna. My name is Donna, and I really won’t mind if you use my name instead of calling me ‘Ma’am’ all the time.”

“Wouldn’t be proper to do that, Ma’am.”

She shook her head, “It’s only improper if you aren’t given permission to do so. And I have, so …” She looked at him, and looked, and looked more earnestly still until Billy finally gave in.

“’Kay, Ma …” Billy managed to smile, if sheepishly, “… Donna.”

“Thank you. If you want to carry the coffee for me, I’ll take the donuts, and then we can find a place to sit and wait for Camilla. How’s that sound?”

Billy turned and handed her the donuts before picking up the tray of coffee, “Ya know, I might spill the coffee.”

“You won’t. I trust you.”

Billy was rather proud of himself as they entered the building, and he even managed to hold the door open for Donna and not drop the coffee, either. For the first time in a while, that little voice in the back of his head that kept telling him he wasn’t good enough didn’t say anything.

Mar 03 2013

A Review of Something Wicked This Way Cums by Amileigh D’Lecoire

Something Wicked This Way Cums by Amileigh D'Lecoire

Something Wicked This Way Cums by Amileigh D’Lecoire

One of the things that I have problems with is when an author writes the beginning of a story and instead of focusing on the important things we need to know, they go off on tangents. In this case, while each of the Incubi of the story are introduced, there is so much to understand that the story gets lost in the telling…

  • Title: Something Wicked This Way Cums
  • Author: Amileigh D’Lecoire
  • Publishing Date: March 18, 2012
  • Length: 49 Pages
  • ASIN: B007M643VW
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work’s summary tells about:

Three powerful Demons battle for control of middle earth in a centuries old struggle to exist.
Tinnea, the most ancient of the three, recently released from the pits of hell after being locked away by Moradieb for crimes against creation – He seeks to claim his unsuspecting bride and fill her with his seed until she gives him the promised son of prophesy, a Demon who will unite the underworld and finally enslave the fractured souls of middle earth for all eternity. Tinnea is determined to see his demon brethren placed upon the thrones of the heaven’s to rule over all Creation and will hunt relentlessly for Moradeib’s spawn for the promise of power that runs thick in her veins. He knows the truth of who and what her mother was, and knows that hers is a power more ancient and dark than any of them could ever have imagined.

Saldir, a sadistically perverse Incubus who feeds from the willing and unwilling alike with indiscriminate need – His insatiable thirst has left him with few followers, his lecherous, murderous greed legendary. His power continues to weaken with each passing year as he allows his hunger to destroy him, unable to find those who would willingly come to his bed and allow him to feed for fear of losing their very souls. It is only a matter of time before he is forced to abdicate his territories and serve his more powerful enemy or forfeit his soul. Could it be that the discovery of Moradeib’s spawn will finally re-awaken the former glory of his early days and give him the strength he needs to claim Moradeib’s territories for his own at last?

Moradeib, a cunningly seductive Incubus who currently controls the Southern districts and outer realms where the undead serve – The most powerful of the three ruling demons, he believes their kind should coax desire and feed only from the willing. His eager lovers on middle earth number in the hundreds of thousands; hungry, lustful souls who welcome him into their dreams and give willingly of their energies, responding to his practiced caresses as he seduces the truth of their hidden desires and brings them to life. Captivated by the sensual witch, Solange, he keeps her close as his favored concubine and cherished consort, aided by her undying loyalty in recruiting those who would serve him, body and soul. He has only one goal – defeat the vile Saldir once and for all and force him into servitude, claiming the pathetic demon’s scant power for his own and ridding middle earth of his deceptive seductions once and for all.

And each will seek the powerful blood of Moradeib’s daughter for their own, believing she is the key to victory. As she and her new lover begin to unravel the mystery of who she is, discovering the truth of her parentage as her powers slowly come to life, they find themselves plunged into a deadly battle for her very soul. It will be up to them to discover a path to balance between their world and that of the powerful incubi, working with Moradeib to defeat Saldir and Tinnea once and for all that they might create a doorway between their world and the next; a world of secret, carnal desires, where mankind and those who draw life from the whispered sins of their heated pleasures might co-exist.

I really didn’t enjoy this work for several reasons. First and foremost, the story has too many characters to follow in it. I didn’t understand what the author was trying  to accomplish in having, quite literally, close to twenty different major and minor characters appear in such a short period of time within the story.  I understand that there has to be the framework laid in the story, but, is it necessary to have all of the characters appear seemingly at once in different places and situations?

I think the author might have been better served in taking these three short, heavily packed stories about these Incubi and giving them each their own book to feature in. Trying to understand what is happening with each, who they are connected with, and what they intend to do cannot be, I think, explained in what amounts to an introductory chapter for each of them.

As this work was billed as being the start of a series about these Incubi, that makes me ask the question: Why do you need to overwhelm the reader? I don’t see why the author wrote the chapters they way they did. Each shift between the Incubi seemed oddly incoherent, unsure, and, at least to me, forced which made reading the stories a chore instead of being pleasant.

One last point about this work, and that is: Too much telling and not enough showing. What I mean by that is the author spells out every single action, smell, taste, and event throughout the story. That bothers me as there is little use for your own imagination to fill in the blanks or wonder about things in the story. In doing so, the story is harder to read and come to enjoy. Frankly, I didn’t.

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

I haven’t seen another part of this series, if it will ever be one, appear which is disheartening really. It’s overly complicated in plot and there are much too many characters, minor and otherwise, to deal with. All in all, just didn’t enjoy what could have been something more interesting if it was less frantic… The Incubi are interesting, but, being interesting isn’t enough when the story itself cannot support them.

 

Tera

Mar 02 2013

An interesting Succubus leather mask…

I found a lovely mask recently that I am going to share on the Tale today… I think it’s really a wonderful choice for a masquerade party and really whenever a little bit of mystery with your Succubi would be nice…

And I think this is really nice…

Batwing Leather Mask by Jyn Donham

Batwing Leather Mask by Jyn Donham

This is described as the Batwing Leather Mask by Jyn Donham on etsy.com, and you can find the page with this handmade item on sale here for those that are interested in it for a quite reasonable $59 US…

Its creator Jyn Donham, designs and produces all sorts of lovely masks and you can find their page on etsy.com here to see many more of their masks and designs and as well they have another site here that you can see still more of their works, all of which are truly exceptional designs…

I just think that this mask with the right dress, likely black of course, and my red horns would be smashingly sexy and delicious… I see that they also do custom work and I will have to ask about an idea I have of a special mask for a Succubi…

I wonder if it might be possible to create for real…

 

Tera

Mar 01 2013

A Review of Succubus Rising by B. R. Kingsolver

Succubus Rising by B. R. Kingsolver

Succubus Rising by B. R. Kingsolver

In 2012, I reviewed the first two books in a new series by B. R. Kingsolver. You can find the review of the first book here on the Tale. I also reviewed the second book as well, and you can find that review here too. It’s been a little while, but at last the next book in the series has been released and I’m quite pleased to say that the story is as engrossing as ever. Some questions are answered, some questions are made new, but in the end one very important lesson is learned in this work…

The most important thing is to remember you matter to someone and they to you…. forever.

This, Book Three in the series tells of:

The Goddess has plans for Brenna and Rebecca, and the Goddess has a wicked sense of humor.

Rebecca Healy is a true wilder, growing up with no contact or knowledge of other telepaths. Discovered by a Clan member on the streets of San Francisco, she felt like she’d hit the jackpot. Finally, she knew what she was, or at least she thought she did.

When Brenna O’Donnell, long-lost heir of the O’Donnell Clan, and the strongest telepath in history, is returned to her family, she and Rebecca form a tight bond. Brenna has it all, looks, money, power, and men falling all over her.

Rebecca isn’t jealous, but it would be nice to find someone who would really love her and stick around in the morning. She’s intrigued by a handsome South American general, but of course, he has his sights set on Brenna. Carlos de Vargas wants more than love. His Clan has its back to the wall, and they hope for an alliance with O’Donnell. An alliance that would lead to war.

One of the things that must appear is some kind of conflict. In this work there is conflict from without, within, and between that conspire to drive people together and at the same moment draw them apart once more. There is the world view, the family view, and then the soul within that all make themselves known. The question is, however, if in the end all of them can be healed after going through the events that happen.

The one thing about this book I think that makes it more interesting is while the plot revolves around conflict between the clans and the ramifications of that, family, specifically Rebecca’s place in the family, really is the core of the story. To be honest I was more interested in seeing where her story was going than the overarching plot because, to me at least, the relationships and how they all change over time, was more riveting.

But there is war and in with that comes some political machinations that went in a direction that I didn’t expect it to. I do have to wonder about what exactly it does mean for the future course of the series however. Specifically one character’s comment that she’d rather enthrall everyone and be made Queen, but that’s another story isn’t it?

As part of the war that develops, we see someone appear that is… well, sort of the exact opposite of who and what the Succubi are in this series and to be honest I wasn’t all that upset with how little they appeared in the story. It does bring up in my mind the question of if there are those that believe they are Succubi and act like the myths tell, why isn’t that a real concern for the Succubi themselves?

There is a lot of foreshadowing in the story as well, and you can blame Rebecca and Brenna for that. While there isn’t really anything clear to point at, the moments depicted where… troubling in many ways. The aftermath and how that changes Brenna’s view of Rebecca is shattering as well. There’s a kind of fatalism in Rebecca that I had never quite understood in the series and now, finally, I can make sense of it all.

There are some moments in the story where I couldn’t help but cry. What made those parts of the story so hard to read wasn’t that they were about Brenna, even though some of the things that happen to her are dreadfully sad. They were about Rebecca and what happens to her, the gifts she is given by Brenna’s family, and, finally, the answer to a question that she’s had all of her life.

One of the lovely moments for the Succubi as a whole was the tale of Samhain and most of all the dress that Brenna appears in for that celebration… Deliciously Succubus in nature and truly a wonderful compliment for her personality and what she is becoming.

This brings me to Brenna herself in this story. There are some terrifying moments for her to face and what she suffers is something that was again a moment where the tears came anew. She grows in powers and who she is as well and in doing so something interesting is happening… She’s becoming more and more a truer representation of what I feel Succubi are. In doing so, and the new powers she discovers, it opens the door to a conclusion which, if I am correct, will have some wide ranging effects in this universe.

Many of the Succubi we have met in the series before appear and it is good to see them develop into their own places, abilities, and futures as this story goes on. But even as they do so, it feels like there is a lack of understanding of who they are and what they can do by many around them. It seems like they are still seen as being weapons of sex for lack of better words, and I have the feeling that this will come back to haunt those that still think this way.

Again there is a lot of family politics, and while there was a good deal of humor in that, I wanted that part of the story to be a little less again for the development of both Rebecca and Brenna. I think there are a lot of characters in the family and perhaps a tighter focus on the main ones would help a little.

There is a storm still brewing in this series and I have the worst feeling that it will result in not just Brenna, but everyone around her finding that the Goddess has plans for them all whether they like them or not.

The Goddess makes an appearance… sort of… I’m still hoping for her to actually appear. She’s someone that I wonder about throughout the tales, ceremonies, and words shared between everyone. I’d like to know her better… probably as much as Brenna does really. The vision of the future brings another thought about Brenna and the Goddess as well which would explain a lot of things too… But we’ll see what the future brings in more ways than one.

A story of the heart and the soul in many ways which I enjoyed immensely. Quite simply five out of five pitchforks.

The characters make the story, not the story making the characters. The promise of the series continues and that’s so very satisfying.

There will be a fourth book and I do hope it arrives soon… It’s not nice to keep one of the Succubi on the edge for too long you know… As well, a note from the author in this book notes that there will be a spin off series soon… That I do look forward to seeing as well…

 

Tera

Feb 28 2013

Succubi Image of the Week 269

I love pencil art of Succubi… Mainly because it seems to bring out the base thoughts of the artist when they are creating their work… And many times those thoughts are really quite interesting…

Succubus 01 by Cyborspasm

Succubus 01 by Cyborspasm

This is called Succubus 01 and is by an artist on DeivantArt called Cyborspasm. You can see the page I found this work here and the artist’s page is here as well.

Her tail is deliciously sexy and is just perfect for her body shape and pose too… No horns, but she does have a really nice set of wings, and for those that know me, I don’t often like the wings she has. Quite an interesting look on her face, if not a come-hither look, then perhaps a moan caught in mid-purr from her lips?

Interesting hair style, it does come to a taper at the mid-point of her back, which is nice, but also that it trails around her wings where they come out of her shoulders which seems to be something that some people forget would have to happen…

The setting isn’t over the top, which adds to her allure I think, less is more here and that helps quite a lot too. I might have liked to see her with heels to match her standing on the tips of her toes, but considering she is nude, having shoes would look a bit odd wouldn’t it?

Lovely art of a Succubi and another story source perhaps?

Please do visit the artist’s site, they have lots of lovely pieces of fantasy art on their site, such as this one of another Succubus that I think is beautiful, and this 3D art of a Succubus as well!

 

Tera

Feb 27 2013

Devil or Pirate, make up your mind…

I really do not like reversible costumes. They are a mash-up of two ideas that should never be put together. When they are the result is terrible beyond words. And in this case, I think I have found the all-time worst costume ever seen on the Tale…

Reverseable Devil Pirate Costume

It really does defy description doesn’t it?

This is called the Reversible Devil Pirate Costume and it comes with the headscarf, horn headband, the top, the skirt and the reversible belt. The pitchfork, jewelry and shoes are not included.

It sells for around $45 on the sites that I have found it.

Honestly?

It’s about the ugliest thing I have ever seen bar none and that’s saying something.

There’s nothing that I like about, there’s nothing that I want to see in it, and most of all…

It doesn’t even look Devilish, certainly not Succubish at all.

Ugly and really just being that makes this entirely not a choice.

Zero pitchforks out of five.

I hope next week is better… it has to be right?

 

Tera

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