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…



May 02 2013

The Tale’s 2000th Post – Problems by TeraS

Today, May 2nd, 2013, marks the 2000th post on A Succubi’s Tale. I have to admit that I really never believed that I would manage to do all that I have here on the Tale and on as a whole.

I am, so I am told, up to my tail is problems most of the time, but my Succubi Queen self has her moments as well. But the thing that we both need to remember is that while we both have problems, we also have family and friends that care about us…

One of the friends I hold dear is someone I know only as DC… A little while ago, he made a comment to me that stuck in my mind…

He said: i guess the problems of succubi queens and wannabe evil geniuses arent that far apart.

And that thought about problems made this story appear today…





By TeraS

It has been said that, to understand the problems of another, one has to accept that they have their own issues to deal with. For most of us, they are the normal, everyday sorts of things that everyone must overcome, like the car running out of gas or the dog getting off its leash and running through the neighbor’s prize petunias. But, for some, the problems are things that we might have a hard time wrapping our thoughts around, never mind trying to solve their problems.

In one case, a certain mad scientist—though calling them mad, as a rule, would not be a wise thing to do in their presence—might just happen to have a problem accidentally turning a valuable assistant into an airhead … or a bimbo (it depends on which term you prefer). In another case, a problem might be some ill-informed mages and wizards making some very incorrect assumptions and summoning a certain Succubi Queen to do their bidding … over and over again (which does, trust me, get stale very quickly).

In either case, the two beings would be … miffed, shall we say … with the problems that they must deal with, both the little ones and the larger ones. In this case, in that irritation over what they each called their “problems,” a kind of friendship formed over time …

Because, sometimes, the universe works in mysterious ways.

His name was DC, and yes, he had heard all of the AC/DC jokes you can possibly imagine, so we won’t go there. At one point he had been forced to look for a new place to build his laboratory when the old one blew up and discovered that his “mad scientist insurance” plan would be sky high if he built another one in the middle of a city … or, for that matter, just about anywhere on the planet where there was civilization within fifty miles. So he had to settle for something that was a bit more low rent and out of the way.

And that meant all kinds of trouble.

The place he found was quite literally next-door to the middle of nowhere. You could see nowhere from the top floor of the Victorian mansion that now held every kind of technology imaginable. There was every scientific means available to do just about anything anyone could think of. But there was a problem: none of it worked. Well, it did work, but it didn’t work the way it was supposed to.

Then came the next problem, though not really a problem for a mad scientist: the weather; rain … thunder … lightning … cats and dogs falling from the skies (no, seriously, it happened like clockwork every third Wednesday of the month). Think stereotypical mad scientist lair and double the stereotypical lousy weather, and you’d be fairly close.
Remember that I mentioned that he had a problem with his assistant turning into kind of a bimbo? Her name was Ivana. She was smart, talented, and knew her way around a test lab like no one else. And that’s where things went wrong.

“Awwww … Com’ on, Doc! I’m gettin’ boooooored!”

This was the refrain that he had been hearing for the past month … or two … or was it three? To be honest, he wasn’t really sure, because it happened so gradually. Well, if he had been paying attention to what was going on, he would have noticed the loud explosion from her lab and the pink fluffy clouds that came out from under the door followed by giggling.

Of course he didn’t. He was more interested in using the new megalaser that he had finished that morning to try to write his name into the surface of the moon. He should have had a clue when her hair turned blonde. Or when she kept twirling her finger in her hair. Or how her body went from “Professor” to “Porn Star” overnight. Or even when she punctuated every sentence with “Like, fer sure!” Or even her sudden interest in researching … sex … lots of sex … more sex than honestly was normal for a dozen bunny girls.

No, the first clue he actually got that he might have a problem was when the doorbell rang out announcing that someone was at the door … and Ivana was … indisposed. He cold tell from the moaning that was coming from her lab. And he was right in the middle of changing the flux capacitor in his latest invention, too.

Unhappy about this, he stormed from his lab and marched to the front door, intending to tell whomever it was to get lost by visiting the middle of nowhere. Upon opening it, the words didn’t quite make it out as he realized who was standing there.

Blocking out most of the rain … well, actually standing there clutching an umbrella and wearing a red raincoat and knee high boots was Tera, the wind buffeting her around and the rain doing awful things to her hair. She wasn’t mad; more miffed than anything else that she had been off in her bampfing by about a quarter mile. More so that she thought it would be a better idea to walk that distance as it wasn’t that bad out.

She wouldn’t be making that mistake twice.

“Hi, Doc … Mind if I come in?”

“Tera? What are you doing here?”

“I sent you messages that I was coming.”

“Never got them.”


“‘Puter blew up.”


“Out of paper.”


“Lines are down.”


“Lost my phone somewhere.”


“Postman went postal.”

“Singing telegram?”

“Road’s too bad.”

“Carrier pigeon?”

“Vultures, probably.”

“Smoke signals?”

“You have seen the weather, right?”

“Doc, why exactly do you live here, anyway?”

“Oh, the peace and quiet, mostly.”


“Actually, it’s the lower insurance rates.”

“Okay, I can see that.”

They looked at each other for a long moment, then Tera continued: “So … may I come in? Standing out here isn’t a load of fun, Doc. I’m getting wet in places that I don’t normally do.”

“Oh! Sorry! Please, do come in!”

She stepped past him and folded up her umbrella, setting it next to a pile of old newspapers that seemed not to have been read.

“I see the papers come through.”

“The paperboy is very persuasive. Both in delivery and getting paid.”

“I’ll see about getting a front page headline next time. How about ‘Doc is warned! Tera is coming! Film at eleven!”

“Ha. ha.”

Slipping off her now well and truly moist jacket and then pulling off her boots, which she turned over and poured the water out of, she shook her head and smiled wistfully.

“At least these aren’t my favorite boots … or jacket … or …”


“I’m not mad at you, Doc. And this is nothing that a bit of magic can’t …”

Tera raised her hand and began to snap her fingers when she saw the look of terror in the Doc’s eyes, which made her pause, and then she put her hand over her lips.

“Right. Almost forgot.”

It had been completely by accident that Tera had bampfed into one of the Doc’s earlier labs and caused a massive short that burned out every piece of equipment that he owned. At least the insurance company had a rider for “Act of Tera” in their tech policies covering that. Or it did after Tera had … ummmm … convinced the insurance adjuster that it did.

“Thank you. I’m working on something and I’d like it to survive to completion.”

“Of course. I’ll be fine. It’s not like I can borrow something from Ivana to …”

The Doc had winced.


“Ivana’s … changed, some.”

“Doc, you didn’t …”

“No! Absolutely not! It wasn’t my fault! You can’t prove anything!”

Tera smiled, “Doc … it’s me. Relax. I mean, how bad can it possibly …”

The low scream of Ivana cumming put paid to that question and Tera rubbed the bridge of her nose with a finger.


“She’s …” He mimed holding breasts in his hands and looked uncomfortable.

“Okay. At least there’s a chance that she’ll have something that will stretch …”

It turned out that she did, but it took about two hours before Tera walked into the Doc’s lab wearing a black latex miniskirt number with thigh-high boots and carrying a crop in one hand, her tail twisted in the shape of a question mark behind her.


He didn’t look up from the bench he was working at; “Yes?”

“Porn Star is kind of an understatement.”

“Didn’t notice.”

“Sure. Anyway … might be a good idea to help her scratch that itch now and again.”

He looked up at her oddly. “I’ve got experiments to check on and data to collate. I haven’t got the time and besides …” he paused while Ivanna stumbled past mumbling, moaning, and being quite nude took his attention. Then he continued: “She’s quite good at occupying herself.”

“Doc. if I could use my magic right now, I could teleport this entire building three dimensions to the right from the energy she’s giving off. She’s waaaaay oversexed.”

He seemed to stare off into space, “You know, that might make for a great power source.”

She walked over to him and waved the crop in front of his eyes, “Doc? Focus, please? This isn’t good.”

“Hot sauce on ice cream is.”

“You have weird tastes, Doc.”

“Thank you.”

Tera looked at the crop, shrugged, and then set it on the table where the Doc was working. He was hunched over something—she couldn’t tell what it was, exactly, but there was a small mountain of parts surrounding him. “So, what’s got your attention, Doc? New kind of mind control device? Better television remote? Ultimate spill picker-upper?”

The Doc had an odd smile: “Oh, nothing like that. I did all of those last month. Sold them to that Sham-Whatever guy. “

“Doc, you didn’t.”

“He seemed okay.”

Tera shrugged as she looked around, “Well that explains why, when he’s on, no one can change the channel. Or help from buying one of those …” She stopped in mid-sentence because she noticed, off against the back wall of the lab, a stack of shipping containers marked “Sham!”… a hell of a lot of them.

Doc noticed where Tera was looking, “Ivanna watches a lot of television now. Soaps mostly, and …”

“Doc, you didn’t notice what she likes to wear now do you?”

“I’m not into fashion.”

“Well I am. She’s got a fetish to wear things made of that stuff.”

He looked slightly concerned, which, for Doc, meant one eyebrow raised just a bit: “What’s the worst that could happen?”

The appearance of Ivanna at the door to the lab carrying a portable laser, her eyes glazed over and as she moaned in a monotone voice, answered that question. Well, that and her being wrapped head to toe in brightly colored pieces of cloth.

“You had to ask, didn’t you, Doc?”

He grabbed what he was working on—Tera still didn’t know what it was—and then pushed her in the direction of the shipping boxes: “You can pitchfork me later. Move!”

As they ran, Ivanna blasted the workbench with the laser. One would expect that there would be a laser-sized hole in the bench, but instead a flag popped out of the back of it which read “Ow!”

“You been buying from Acme again, Doc?”

“I’m frugal!”

As Tera ducked behind a stack of boxes she remarked: “Well, I’m glad she’s so out of it that she can’t read the manual.”

Looking out from behind the boxes they could see Ivanna had put the laser on the floor, had taken out the manual, which was as thick as a telephone directory, and was … well, not exactly studying it, but giggling at it.

“Not sure she can read.”

The giggling continued, and Ivanna fell on her side on top of the book, laughing all the way.

Tera and the Doc looked at each other from where they were hiding.

“Tera, would you mind?”

“Mind what, Doc?”

“Oh, you know, going over there and making her more interested in something else?” Tera sat on one of the boxes and thought for a minute about that.

After two minutes of Ivanna giggling, the Doc continuing to fiddle with whatever he was working on, and Tera tapping a finger against her lips, the Doc asked: “Tera? Please?”

She smiled: “The magic word …” then snapped her fingers and called out, “Of course! It’s four!”

The vapor trail that Ivanna left behind along with the laser spinning on the floor in a circle marked her leaving the room.

Doc was really confused. Both of his eyebrows were raised: “What’s on at four?”

“Soaps, beginning with “The Edge of Wetness.” We’re got at least five hours to figure something out.”

The Doc shrugged at that and returned to the bench, pushing some of the discarded parts aside and continuing his work.

Tera watched the Doc for a moment, then said, “I’ll be back.”

“Tera, Arnold you aren’t.”

She just laughed as she left the lab, “Thanks Doc, that’s why I love you.”

By the time Tera came back, the Doc had finished what he had been working on and put it aside. She stood by the door with something in one hand held behind her.

“How’s Ivanna?”

“Tied up. Enjoying it too. You might want to let her loose after you get rid of that stuff.” Her tail pointed at the shipping containers.

“I’ll add it to my list.”

Tera walked over to the Doc, then leaned against the workbench, looking at the room. “I know that feeling.”

Doc stretched: “Problems?”

“Oh some. You know how it is. Lots of people thinking that they know me, summoning me, trying to make me do things and …”

He nodded: “Pitchforking begins.”

“The bills for those are piling up, Doc. Pitchforks aren’t cheap.”

He had another one of those odd smiles now: “So I have heard.”

Tera waved one hand in the direction of the ceiling and ranted, “I just do not understand why exactly they can’t understand what they are doing before they do it.”

“Kind of like a certain Succubi Queen I know and technology?”

“Oh don’t you start Doc. I haven’t managed to blow up my iPhone … yet, at least.”

Doc thought for a minute, then asked, “Mind if I have a look at it a minute?”

Tera shrugged and reached into the top of her right boot, pulled a red iPhone out and handed it to him: “Here. Don’t know if you’ll get a signal though.”

“It’s fine.”

He then started working at something there, Tera watched with a quizzical look as he did so: “What are you up to?”

“Just had a thought, Might help.”


“Oh, like there’s that meme that goes something like ‘If it is on the Internet, it must be true.’”


The Doc finished doing whatever he was doing and then handed it back to her: “And, someone created a Wikipedia page on you—totally wrong, of course. So I fixed it.”

Tera blinked in surprise: “Never thought of that.”

“Tera … Really?”

She looked at the phone’s screen, giggled a bit and then turned it off: “Summoning by appointment only?”

“Sure. And your book is full. Or at least the one in your phone is. Though I have no idea what HST means exactly.”

Tera put the phone away and then, simply, huggled the Doc warmly and explained: “HST means: ‘Huggle Someone Today.’”

“That’s why I love you, too, Tera.”

She chuckled and then her tail set between them a small box with a blue bow on it: “I thought …”

He chuckled and reached into the pile in front of him to then place a small box with a red bow on it beside the one with the blue bow: “… you could use this.”

They both looked at the two boxes sitting there and then laughed together for a while, the two hugging each other, and just having a moment.



They each picked up their box and opened it at the same time.

Sometimes the universe works in mysterious ways.

This was one of those moments. In each box was a simple little silver card, only about two inches square. Each one had written on it five simple words, one in Tera’s handwriting, one in the Doc’s: “Thanks for being a friend.”

Words weren’t really needed, then. There were a lot of tears from Tera, as you would expect, and a lot of chuckles from the Doc, which you should have expected by now.

See, the thing that really matters, when you think about it, is that you have friends to share your problems with and help with theirs if you can.

Because that’s what friends do. Even a Succubi Queen and a Mad Scientist know that …

And these two most certainly do.





The End.

May 01 2013

Shiny can be sexy as a Succubus costume…

I like shiny costumes… I really like them a lot and when I find one that is sexy, shiny, and isn’t silly or trashy? That’s something that just makes me smile. And this week’s costume, I think, has a lot of possibilities…

Sexy She Devil Costume

This costume is called the Sexy She Devil Costume and it comes with the metallic red, zippered front mini dress, a pair of matching devil horns, the gloves, a removable tail and the pitchfork. The shoes and stockings are not included.

It sells for $35 US.

Honestly I like a lot of this costume. I like the horns, they aren’t silly looking, which is always a good thing really. I like the gloves, though I admit that I would want them to be a bit more skin tight than they appear to be on this model at least. The dress I like as well, not trashy and everything seems to work together well.

I don’t care for the pitchfork, and the tail is, honestly, really borderline for me personally… I like the choice of stockings and as well the shoes are a perfect fit too…

Just sexy and that is the important thing after all isn’t it?

I think that just changing the tail, and using one of my better pitchforks would make everything look so much better…

I’ll give this four out of five pitchforks.

That might be a little generous, but, on the other hand, I am getting some ideas from this…

That has to count for something doesn’t it?



Apr 30 2013

Desires 75

There is a thing called fate. It exists because sometimes there has to be an answer for those things that we haven’t got the answers for… But what if the answer isn’t an answer but a question to think about? Then it is fate or is it choice?


Desires – Beginnings

By BStyles and Tera S

Part Eleven


“My fate…” he mused, softly. “Hmm…my fate is to play music.” His strange, wistful smile returned. Idly, he toyed with the empty teacup on the table. “That was why I was created, at least…I don’t cease to be ‘the Harpist’ even though my instrument’s changed….” His eyes took on a faraway look. “It’s one of the small blessings I can give to the people, to help them on their life’s journey” His face said he wished he could do more.

His expression warmed a little. “And if we were fated to meet?” There was a note of playful challenge in his voice. “What of it? Perhaps the weavings of destiny and fate compelled you to attend a not-so-simple guitarist’s gig, with the hopes of forging a new revolutionary friendship among the high and the low…” His shoulders shrugged again. “Or maybe the fates simply wanted you to enjoy a quiet cup of tea at a fine local establishment, with a poor schmuck to keep you company for a time…”

“Either way works for me.” He added, with a grin.


No such thing as a “poor schmuck”… For what matters is what’s inside isn’t it?



Apr 29 2013

My gift is… You. The Succubi Queen’s Birthday Manip

Today is, surprisingly, my birthday… As is my tradition I have a manip to share today… It’s not a wonderful or complicated one… But it is the thought that counts… or the story… or both.

Because my gift today… Is you.


My Gift Is You by TeraS

My Gift Is You by TeraS


And the story, which would not be possible without the patience, love, and talent of my heart…


You thought that I wouldn’t know,
wouldn’t be able to see
your secret, stealthy plans,
that I wouldn’t have a clue . . .


But I know you far too well,
and the hints are all right there.
I’m Mistress of your soul,
and I know that to be true . . .


You took a quick, shallow breath;
my musk was preceding me,
and you caught cherry scent
when I moved into your view . . .


Next I heard an unwilled moan,
anticipation and bliss
escaping, while your mind
gives way to my gentle coup . . .


You see a smile you know well,
red as my horns poking out
my tail swishing, amused,
your eyes stuck to me like glue . . .


I revel in the steady click
of my heels crossing the floor
and your face as I stand here;
you are unsure what to do . . .


For you had plans for this day
—my birthday of course—a surprise
you think spoiled. The secret,
pet, is that my gift . . . is you.


Love and Huggles to you all…