Aug 24 2012

Yet another Succubus case of art…

Last week I shared a case that had a Succubus drawn on it, and  before that, I shared another one as well that had more Succubus art shown on it… This week I’ll share the last of the three cases that I found from this seller on Amazon, and while it is the one I like the least of the three, that’s not to say it’s not a lovely work of art…

Devil Girl Case 3 by Penny Silver

I found this item on sale on here for those that might be interested in purchasing it for themselves… The artist is named Penny Silver and this is one of a series of works they have produced with a Devil Girl or Succubus theme to them.

I suppose that the things that I don’t like are her wings, mind you I never care for them in the first place anyway, and the clothing she is wearing, just think it could be a lot classier. I also don’t really like that it seems she has hooves as well which are something I really don’t like. I think the merging of her tail and those arcs behind her are interesting as it seems to create a number eight behind her which might signify something. I have no idea however what that could be.

I liked the theme that passed through all of these works of art in the flame-like leggings or thigh-highs that each of the Succubi here have… I really need to keep that idea in mind for some story someday…



Aug 23 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 242

Time for another Morrigan Aensland image for the Succubi of the Week on the Tale, and this time I decided that a cute Morrigan was going to be the one…

Morrigan Aensalnd by Noa85

Morrigan Aensalnd by Noa85

Clicking on the image will of course show a larger version of this art, but please do vitas this artist’s DeviantArt page and leave a comment here on the page where I originally found this art…

This is, of course, Morrigan Aensland and the work is by an artist calling themselves Noa85 on DeviantArt but they have also revealed on their page that their name is Flavia Ceccarelli, and, interestingly enough, they have a Tumblr steam here for their art as well.

I just love this art bunches… The style is cute, really really cute and that does mean a lot to me. Yes Morrigan is a little over endowed here, but, really that is overshadowed by the cute, the look she has and the pose she is in.

I would have loved to see a larger version of this art, as in her entire body, but I’m grateful for what they graced us with here… She’s most definitely one of my top ten Morrigan pieces of art that I have found and that’s saying a lot…

Please do have a look at their DeviantArt page and their Tumblr stream as well!



Aug 22 2012

A Devil Girl Costume does not need a hood…

Last week I had a look at a Devil Girl costume that was connected to the adult magazine Hustler… I didn’t think much of that one, but to my surprise, I found another one to ponder…

And really I don’t think I should have.

Hooded Devil Costume

This… well, this is called the Hooded Devil Costume and it comes with  a lace-front top, mini skirt and the horny hood.

Yes, wrote it… Sorry.

The pitchfork and heels are not included and it sold originally for $100 US, but it can be found all over the internet for as little as $38 US.

I really get a “Little Red Riding Hood” vibe from this costume and it really wouldn’t take a lot to turn this into a Red Riding Hood costume really. All you need to do is remove the horns and get rid of the pitchfork, or not buy one, and you have it…

As for being a Devil Girl, I don’t care for the hood, or the horns for that matter. The skirt isn’t anything special either, and the top just adds to the over all tacky of the ensamble. In short, I wouldn’t own this disaster and once again, I have a question…

Why put your name on something like this when there are better, sexier outfits that could have been chosen? Couldn’t they have found another costumes that was sexy, had some thought behind it, and, most of all, made a girl wearing it look sexier?

Isn’t that the point?

I’m giving this one single pitchfork out of five.

It’s just ever so slightly better than last week’s disaster, but not by much.

Mebby next week will be something classier and better…

I can hope.



Aug 21 2012

Desires 42

Sometimes one can’t see oneself… Or can they?


Desires – Needs

By BFSlave and Tera S

Part Two


Sitting at the bar, he’s nursing a Coke. Just Coke. The blonde tending the bar laughed a littled when he ordered it. Nothing new there. Another thing that wasn’t new, he’s alone. All night… again. It wasn’t that he was ugly. True he wouldn’t turn heads, and didn’t, but he wasn’t exactly repulsive either. About 5’10”, thin (but not scrawny), short dark brown hair and blue eyes. But, he wasn’t a “player”.

Most people laugh at guys who were raised by their mother. Women more so than men usually. They didn’t seem to go for “mama’s boys”. Guys who weren’t aggressive. Guys that treated women with respect, not like another notch on their bedpost. Guys whose primary motivation seemed to be: get her drunk, get her in bed, get outta there. They always knew just what women wanted to hear. And so, they got the women. By morning, they were thrown away like so many used condoms. But they’d be back at the club. They’d meet another player. And the game would start all over again.

Don’t get confused. He’s talked to plenty of women, sitting there, nursing the only non-alchoholic drink served on any given night. But, he was just company. A nice, non-threatening guy to pass the time with, until a wolf crawled out of the crowd and she’d leave him with a “It was nice to meet you”. He’d get an occasional number, but it was always the same. The “F” word. They just wanted to be… friends. He didn’t mind. Really. He tells himself that a lot. And he sits there, wondering why he bothers coming here.

That’s when he saw…. her. He went breathless. Stunning didn’t describe her. Her watched her walk through the crowd with a grace and sophistication that set her part from the others. [i]Wow![/i] That was the only thing he could think. He got a good look at all of her in between dancers that suddenly stopped dancing and were as transfixed as he was. Black stilettos, long shapely legs covered in beautiful black hose. A little black dress that clung to the most amazing body he’d ever seen. Long, dark, curly hair kept him from seeing her eyes. Though he could see her red, full lips. She exuded a style, class and a powerful sensuality that was intoxicating. In a room full of hot chicks and sexy babes, she was the only truly beautiful woman.

She went to a secluded table and sat down. He had noticed, to his astonishment, guy after guy approaching her and being… shot down. He was stunned. These are the same guys that had every girl here eating out of their hand, and this amazing woman, that every guy (and he was sure, more than a few girls) would kill to be with was shewing them away like so many flies. Then it happened. He saw her eyes. It was like her classically beautiful and, frankly, flawless face was merely a setting for these glowing jewels. They were like emeralds being lit by some inner fire. He sure it was merely a trick of the light, but they truly looked like they were glowing. And they were looking at him, or rather into him. He had to be wrong. Someone like her can’t be looking at me. And yet, she was. And what’s more, he couldn’t look away.

..nor would she…



Aug 20 2012

Storm Clouds 180 – An ongoing Succubi Story

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

If you want to read previous chapters, please click the link in the Tale header at the top of the page marked Storm Clouds or click here...

Yes, I know, nothing new… again.


Storm Clouds 180

Chapter 21

By TeraS


The thing about the Dark was that it was too confident. It thought that it had all of the answers and that no one could oppose it.

That was almost true.

She could, and did . . . regularly.

It had become almost an obsession for her now. There were so few who would challenge the Dark when it appeared, and so it fell to her to do so. It wasn’t a chore or an imposition; it had to be done, and she had seen enough of the Dark and what it was capable of to know that the best thing to do was what she did: drive it mad with anger and make it stop thinking.

Losing the one portal did that. Then letting it stew in its anger had made it get involved intimately with mortals and their world. She wondered if, this time, it would actually learn something from the experience or not.

Making the portal vanish was child’s play for a being like her. If the Dark ever figured out just how powerful she was, it might actually pause to think twice about the plans it had against Tera and her kind.


The thought did make her smile as the portal showing the severed tail reappeared among all of the Dark’s other ones. She stood there for a time, tapping a single pink fingernail against the surface and trying to decide what would be the most unpleasant thing she might do.

She could destroy this portal—the thought had been there before—but she had her own plans, and, for those, this one portal needed to remain, at least for the moment, in spite of what it showed.

The tapping stopped as she placed that hand against the surface and whispered to the awful image that it showed, “It will not be long. Promise.”

And, unlike some beings, she kept her promises.

She turned away, coming to the decision that, for once, just this once, she was going to make the Dark know what it was to lose something valuable.

What followed was the sound of fingernails raking across portal after portal, each of which turned white against the darkness, throwing light into a place which despised it. She didn’t ruin every single one of them, but, when she was done, she had left the Dark but three portals.

She thought that she just might be able to hear the scream of anger from it from three universes away when it returned to see what she had done here, and that thought made her smile slightly.

She glanced once more at the portals that remained, satisfied that this would be a problem for it, that it would have to spend effort and time repairing the damage if it could, and that, thankfully, might give the others needed time to figure out what was happening and where.

As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t actually get involved in the battle or make choices for those involved. It was, after all, necessary that all beings make their own choices, no matter how wrong or ill-advised they might well be.

Still, she had one thing that the Dark didn’t have: trust. Trust in others, trust that they would make good choices, but, most of all, trust in that one person that saved her life so long ago and, in doing so, changed her own universe for the better.

She would always owe that person for that gift.

She passed into the ether, on her way to where she needed to be. If the Dark could get involved with mortals, she could as well … to a point. But first she needed to talk to someone who needed to understand that some paths were not worth following.

Following the path of one who owed the succubi—and Tera, in particular—her life … that was the most foolish thing that it had ever done.

And it would soon learn.

As for the Dark, possessing one of its pawns was distasteful. But there was little choice. That damnable creature had cost it its watch over the tail. The one thing that would, if its plans went to completion, cause the barriers to fall before it and thus have what it wanted most.

But having to deal with a corporal form? That was something that it did not enjoy in the slightest. Emotions, thoughts, images from this pawn were getting caught between its own thoughts and, as well, it knew that its own thoughts would be mixing the other way.

But the important thoughts, the ones that it needed for itself, those it kept under lock and key, or so the Dark would believe. The problem was, as it always was, that nothing is ever completely closed off when beings merge, even if only for a short time.

Fingerprints leave smudges, after all …

It took the Dark some time to return to where the tail was kept. The wards around the place made it impossible for someone to appear there without seeing the place first and entering at one specific spot. From the outside there were traps and obstacles that it knew would stop any magic user from getting close.

But this pawn was tuned to the place, and the wards would fall before it. Even so, the time … the time was taking far too long for the Dark’s liking.

And so time passed, the Dark fumed, and the universe turned …



Storm Clouds

Chapter 22

By TeraS

“I think I am.”

Tom looked behind him expecting to see Camilla there, and she was … sort of.

It was Camilla, but her tail and horns were grey instead of black and her hair had changed color from blonde to purple. Tom couldn’t stop the words that came out: “I liked the blonde and black better, Camilla.”

She smirked.

And Tom paused. He was pretty sure that Camilla didn’t smirk.

“It’s a long story, Tom, and right now we haven’t got the time.”

And that was wrong, as well. Camilla never called him “Tom.” Mary Ann tried to get away again, and Tom was forced into flipping her over, straddling her, and then locking her wrists together with handcuffs before sitting on her legs. Having some control of the situation, he looked at Camilla and said, “We’ve got the time. You want to let me in on why the style change? Got tired of your hair color or something?”

She ran her left hand through her hair, pulling on it slightly, “Okay, short version: I’m Camilla’s bad side; I’m a bitch; I’m nothing like her, and you don’t want to screw with me. That good enough for you?”

“I’m never going to understand this, am I?”

She smirked again, “Oh, I dunno … You’d make an interesting Incubi … I can put in a good word for you if you’re up for it.”

Tom shook his head: “Thanks, but I have enough issues with my life as it is. The universe isn’t what I knew it was, there are people—like you—who are legends, and I am supposed to deal with that. Oh yes, and I am acting under the command of the Queen of a race of beings that exist on sex and pleasure and I have no idea why I should be, but I’m doing it anyway.”

She nodded, “Tera does have her ways, doesn’t she? At least she isn’t using that pitchfork of hers on you. Mind you, some like that sort of thing…”

“So what do I call you? ‘Not Camilla’ or ‘Punkie Brewster’ or what?”

She leaned down so that they looked into each other’s eyes: “You really want to know who I am?”

Tom didn’t finch: “I trust Camilla. She’s proven herself. I don’t trust you.”

She nodded: “Good; backbone and will. I can see why Tera wants your help. You may call me ‘Nina.’”

“All right; ‘Nina’ it is. Tell me something, seriously: does every one of you have an ‘a’ at the end of your name?”

She laughed, “No … Just some of us do. Congratulations, Tom; you just endeared yourself to me. Camilla will be pleased to know that. Make sure you tell her when you see her again.”

The smirk vanished and she looked past Tom to Mary Ann on the floor beneath him, “You mind getting off her? She and I have … a past.”

“Good or bad?”

“I won’t kill her, at least, not just yet.”

“If I don’t?”

“Then I’ll have to move you, Tom. You don’t want me to, I promise you.”

Tom got up and moved to the side. Nina reached down and pulled Mary Ann to her knees by the handcuffs before grasping her chin. “Hello, bitch. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How long has it been?

The fear in Mary Ann only allowed a quiet whisper of an answer, “Babylon.”

“That’s right. As I remember it, you came into my temple and tried to turn my followers, didn’t you? You corrupted them from the top down and, in the end, you were responsible for how many deaths?”

“I don’t know.”

“I do. I remember them very well. You watched as they fought, four hundred eighty-six of them falling to your promises of riches that were hidden from them. And when it was over, what did they find inside the walls?”



Mary Ann closed her eyes, “Because everything they gave you, you returned to them … and more. You … you cared about the cattle and …”

Tom didn’t see Nina’s hand as it struck Mary Ann, sending her sprawling across the floor.

“They are not cattle, you worthless bitch! They are more than you will ever be or ever could be. You can’t understand that, can you?”

There was no answer, and Nina pulled her once again to her knees by the handcuffs: “Here’s the deal. You tell us what’s going on and who’s in charge, and I won’t kill you today. You lie to me, and I’ll start taking you apart one piece at a time …”

She extended her left hand and, to Tom’s shock, a silver sword appeared there, flames dancing along its blade. Tom thought he could hear the sword … growling?

She placed the edge against Mary Ann’s neck: “You know what this is. You know exactly what will happen if I strike you with it. Camilla wouldn’t; she follows the new ways. But I don’t. So make up your mind, right now, and tell me why you are here and what you have done to Ginger.”

Tom coughed, “Nina … You said you wouldn’t kill her.”

She didn’t look at Tom: “Oh, this won’t kill her. It will, however, take away what makes her special. What she is, she won’t be anymore.” A cruel smile appeared, “And since she is so enamored with being immortal …”

Mary Ann closed her eyes, “You are a fool. I serve powers greater than you. You’ll never leave this room alive if you harm me.”

“Oh I’ve already harmed you. Now I’ll cripple you …”

And she pulled the blade back and then swung it towards Mary Ann’s neck …

What happened next was something that Tom would never quite be able to explain.

The blade came down and struck on her right shoulder, then passed through her body and came out at her waist … leaving not a mark on her. Mary Ann still breathed, still was alive, but the look of disbelief in her eyes that she had been struck was matched by the satisfaction in the look that Nina had …

… and what the sword now held upon its blade.

Tom could clearly make out what looked like a twisted, ghostly image of Mary Ann’s form wrapped around the blade, with the flames licking against it and a silent scream of pain on the ghost’s face.

Nina didn’t look at Tom, she just held the sword in front of Mary Ann, “You have very little time, bitch. I’d say about three minutes before you aren’t immortal anymore. Maybe ten and you’ll start aging, and we both know what happens when you do.”

She looked at a clock on the wall, “Three minutes. Talk.”

Tom wanted to intervene. This was torture and he knew it. But he didn’t know what would either help or harm in the situation he found himself in. He didn’t expect that he would be able to disarm Nina, nor did he have any way to fix whatever Nina had done.

Tom hated being helpless … it reminded him of Beth and …

… he just turned away and kept his thoughts to himself.

To Mary Ann’s credit she held out for an entire minute. She just looked back at Nina, but when Nina drew a finger along the shaft of her sword and then licked a wisp of Nina’s ghostly form from her fingers, she caved in…

“Ginger is nothing. She was a convenient way to gain power. She didn’t care about anything save her own beauty and screwing her husband. It was child’s play to alter their minds and take him out of the picture.”

Tom heard this and asked, “What did you do?”

“I made him get involved with the mob, you asshole. I made sure that he was stupid about it. I saw to it that they would find out what he was doing, make him transfer everything to Ginger and then you so helpfully took him away, leaving Ginger to my tender mercies. Didn’t take a week and she was a hot little slut that would do anything for me to degrade her and …”

Nina interrupted, “Nice story. Now, how about why you did it in the first place?”

Mary Ann gritted her teeth, “I needed power.”


She didn’t answer that question. Tom had a thought, “You needed power for a purpose. You seem to have a past with Nina and her kind … is that why you needed this … power?”

The look she gave him spoke volumes.

Tom sighed, “Peachy: a war between omnipotent beings. I should have stayed in bed.”

Nina placed the point of the sword just in front of Mary Ann’s lips, “Who are you working for.”

“Give it back to me first!”

“No. You give me the information and I’ll give it back to you. Better hurry. You’re running out of time … rapidly.”

Mary Ann finally broke down and said in a whisper, “The Dark. It’s the Dark …” Then she screamed, “Now give it back!”

Nina stood up and then wiped the length of the sword with her fingers, balling the ghost into her hand before tossing it casually at Mary Ann. It fell into her body producing a sigh of pleasure from her lips and then a look of defiance on her face.

Which Nina promptly removed with another strike of her hand against Mary Ann’s cheek which resulted in her falling to the floor unconscious.

The blade vanished in a flash of light and then Nina then stood up and looked critically at Tom, “Tell me something. Other than you being human, is there anything special about you?”

Tom shrugged, “Cats like me.”

She looked at him for a long, long moment.

“That’s good.”


“That would be telling. Come on, if she is working for the Dark, then we need to get out of here right now.”

And then she pushed past him making for the elevators without another word, Mary Ann on the floor out cold and Ginger in the other room pleading for her Mistress to come back to punish her again …



Storm Clouds

Chapter 23

By TeraS

Smoke. The first thing he smelled was the smoke. Then he noticed the flames licking up the walls of the warehouse, the beams falling from the ceiling, and the yelling from behind him.

And then, as he watched three men rush past, John had a horrible realization. He was back at the fire. Not a fire; no, the fire … the fire where he was injured, the one that haunted him every day. He felt and then saw the fire axe in his hands and knew exactly what was going to happen next. He would rush after the rest of his company, follow them into the hell around them and search.

There would be … What would there be?

That part he never could remember exactly, when no one could tell him what happened, between this moment when they last saw him and the next, when they found him underneath the remains of the structure.

He hesitated there a moment longer, the others vanishing into the smoke, and then, twisting the axe in his hands, made his way forward, the smoke becoming thicker, the sound of his breathing loud in his ears as the respirator cycled back and forth, keeping him alive. Coming to a locked door, he kicked it open and then drew back as more smoke poured out and around him, making it almost impossible to see.

But did he see … something? Did he hear something?

There was no choice: he was going in there and searching. He had to be sure.

John pushed his way in while calling out, “Is anyone there? Answer me!” He didn’t hear anything, and so he moved deeper into the space. The light from the hallway, which showed him the way out and to safety, slowly dimmed as the smoke thickened more and more. But that didn’t matter. He had to search, had to help. That was his job and, no matter what else, he was going to do it.

He spent almost five minutes searching, the odd layout of the room confusing him. It seemed like an office, there were desks around him, but the space was too large for a simple office. Still, he pressed on, moving back and forth, calling out and listening even as he searched, his axe in his hand and the flashlight attached to his helmet probing into the smoke around him.

And then John saw her.

A woman crumpled to the floor, covered in black soot and grime. Her figure was indistinct. He knew it was a woman, but her features–hair, eyes, skin tones, what she was wearing–were all a blur.

But that meant nothing to him.

He knelt down beside her and checked: she was still breathing, but unconscious. The problem was that he had no idea if she was seriously injured or not. He found his spare mask and, after hooking it up to his air supply, placed it over her face. Her breathing improved, but now he was stuck there. He couldn’t leave her, which left him one choice: reporting on his radio that he found a survivor and then triggering the beacon built into it to call others to assist him.

He was about to do that when he heard the first shriek of the ceiling starting to come down. John’s only thought was to protect the woman however he could. He dragged her under a desk and then pushed himself under it as well, his body over hers.

The noises stopped for a moment, everything was silent around him, and then, just as he was about to look out from underneath the desk, there was the sound of a train wreck as the world came down around them both.

Then all was quiet again.

Except this time, standing amid the rubble, there was Tera, her dress pushed around by the smoke and fire, her arms crossed over her chest, and a look of concern on her face. She considered the pile of rubble that now held John and the woman, her long red tail moving slowly, catlike, behind her.

“Well … that explains a lot.”

From the smoke and fire, Jane came into view to the other side of the rubble. “Damn it, Tera! We don’t have the right to do this!”

Tera considered her for a long moment and then explained, “We need a clue, Daughter, an idea of what has happened. He has that clue in him; we just have to pry it out.”

Jane stormed up to Tera and then poked her into the chest with a finger, “You tell us to respect others, to help them. This does neither!”

Tera looked down at the finger pressing against her, then took hold of Jane’s hand before gently moving it away.

“His mind is blocked from what happened here, Daughter. He knows he came in, he knows he found someone in here, but he remembers nothing of who that woman is. She’s the key to this in someway and we need to know.”

“It’s not a good enough reason!”

Tera looked bemused, “Oh it is … It most certainly is.” She then reached around behind Jane and took a hold of something there, making Jane gasp in surprise. Tera then showed the tip of a grey tail to Jane, a tail that was connected to her body. “Daughter, you look like yourself.” Then Tera, that enigmatic smile still on her lips, released Jane’s tail.

Jane felt behind her, touching her tail in surprise and then running her hands over her horns. “How?”

“That is, of course, the question, isn’t it? Why should things be fixed here? It doesn’t make any sense … or … perhaps it does.”

Tera walked over to the pile of rubble and then pointed a finger at it, “The answer is in there, isn’t it? Who is the woman he rescued? Why can’t he remember her? How was that done? Most of all: why would all this make it necessary for your physical appearance to be changed?”

Jane didn’t answer the questions. She didn’t have the answers.

Tera then began to twirl her finger in a slow circle, “While these are his memories, they are not immutable. We can alter them, to a point, or, get a better look at them, can’t we?”

Jane rubbed her temples: “Yes, Tera … That’s Succubi 101 in the Realm, isn’t it?”

Tera continued to work at the rubble, bits and pieces of it vanishing at her touch, “What was your grade, Jane?”

Jane mumbled, “B Plus.”

Tera smiled in spite of herself, “Well, at least you passed.”

“I passed because a certain Queen made me work at it harder than anything I have done before.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Tera … I’m not. Honestly.”

“Oh, I’m not mad at you Jane, perish the thought. No, what I am, however, is very confused at this moment.”

Jane looked to where Tera was focusing and saw something that she didn’t, couldn’t expect to see. There, in the rubble, was John, but the woman that he had saved … wasn’t.

“Tera, what’s going on?”

“We missed something while talking, Daughter. Something happened here, and we didn’t pay attention to it when we should have.”

Jane’s look was one of confusion, so Tera continued: “Something, or someone, took that woman away after the ceiling collapsed, and we missed it.”


“That’s the question, isn’t it? Why take her away? Why make him forget about all of this? What was the point of it?”

Tera rubbed her fingertips over her temples and sighed: “We’ll just have to start all over again and, this time, not look away.”

In the next moment, the collapse of the ceiling happened again, John saved the woman and all was quiet once more. But seconds later, the two succubi saw what came next.

A black shadow fell over John and the woman, covering them both and then vanishing, taking the woman with it and leaving John behind … alone.

“Tera, what was that?”

“Something I hope you never have to face: the Dark.”

“Tera … Why would it care about either of them?”

“Oh that’s easy. It wanted the woman; it didn’t care about John. But taking her and leaving him with these memories would have been worse. So it damaged him, made him forget about what he actually did, and then continued on with its plan.”

“Tera … you are being evasive.”

“I have an idea of who the woman is, Daughter. A pretty good one, but I don’t like where that idea is leading me.”

“Who is she?”

Tera ran one hand through her hair and sighed, “It has to be Patricia.”

Jane just stared at Tera in disbelief …


Storm Clouds

Chapter 24

By TeraS

Tom followed Nina out of the office and watched her hand slam against the call button for the elevator. “You know,” he deadpanned, “putting your hand through that wall won’t make it get here any faster.”

Nina shot him a look and began to pace, “Tell me something, Tom: what was the story that scared you the most when you were a child?”

Tom had to think about that for a moment, “The Boogieman, I think.”

She stopped in mid-pace: “Okay, then you can think of the Dark as him on steroids, if you want.”

“He scares you?”

“Me and just about anyone that knows about it.”

“Hang on; he’s an ‘it’?”

Nina waved her hand at Tom, “No one is really sure. ‘It’ seems to be the best way to describe it; likes mayhem, destruction, and violence above everything else.”

“So, why you?”

Nina laughed, “Oh it’s not me that it’s interested in. It’s all of us. Tera’s told us about it, told us not to get involved with it, and, no matter what, we don’t allow it back to our home.”

“How’s that working for you?”

Nina smirked, “So far, so good. But it’s a persistent bastard.”

Tom pinched the bridge of his nose, “So what you are telling me is that an omnipotent being is responsible for killing Patricia?”

Nina punched the button again and started to pace once more, “No, someone killed Patricia either under the influence of the Dark, or for it, thinking they would be rewarded with power or something else.”


Nina sighed, “And they likely are under the Dark’s control somehow, still acting for it, and are possibly looking to be the cause of something else happening.”

“Wonderful. This just gets better and better.”

She turned back to Tom and, with a hard look in her eyes, said, “If you want out, go see Tera and tell her that.”

“I’m not a quitter. I complain, moan, and curse, but I don’t walk away from a fight.”

Nina’s answer was, “And you have no idea why Tera asked you to look into this?”

Tom smirked, “I figured she liked my looks.”

The doors to the elevator opened and Nina grabbed Tom by the shoulder dragging him inside before punching the button for the ground floor. After the doors closed, she continued, “The thing is, Tom, I think you are involved because the Dark uses humans for its own gains.”

“And you don’t?”

Nina waved her hand at the ceiling, “You want me to claim that we’re pure and lily white? Sorry, Tom, I can’t do that. Yes, in the past, a long time ago, we weren’t nice; we didn’t care, either. Once upon a time we had humans as pets, toys, and worse; we would twist them into whatever we wanted them to be.”

Tom flinched at the tone of her voice, but still asked, “So, what changed?”

Nina’s hand dropped to her side, “One human, just one, showed us that there was a better way and we took it.”

“Have I met this person?”

Nina laughed, “Oh no, no you haven’t … Trust me, you would know if you had.”


Nina looked wistful, “You’ll have to ask Tera about that sometime …”

Tom filed that away for later before prodding her, “Okay, so back to me being involved?”

She nodded, “You’ve been told that some beings need humans to do their work for them. The Dark needs willing humans, or at least humans that it has touched, to do its bidding.”

“Still doesn’t explain me.”

“You know human nature better than we do, Tom. You see more than we do. It used to be that we would just take control of someone and force them to talk. You saw what Camilla did, right?”

He nodded.

“She hadn’t done something like that in about a thousand years, Tom. Oh, she was brave about it, but it tore her up inside to have to do it.”

“So, what we have to face are people who might be … mind controlled or something, acting for the Dark without knowing it, and best of all, you really can’t be sure until you come in contact with them?”

Nina sighed, “The Dark isn’t stupid, so it’s placed some red herrings to draw any investigation away from it. Lots of humans to comb through for an answer and …”

Tom waited, but Nina just started tapping a finger against her lips as the elevator descended. After ten floors, Tom slapped her tail with his hand, which jolted Nina, so that, in the next moment, Tom found himself pressed up against the wall, a very angry Nina looking at him.

“Why … did … you … do … that?”

Tom pushed Nina’s hand away, “I lost you for a minute. You drifted off into thought, and I wasn’t sure that something wasn’t wrong with you. My cat doesn’t like it when I swat her tail; figured you would act the same.”

Nina ran a hand through her hair and tugged on it, “Nice. I was thinking about what Patricia was missing when she was buried. Something important wasn’t there.”

Tom pushed, “Like?”

“Her tail; it had been severed from her body, and we couldn’t find it when we buried her.”

Tom was confused, and the look on his face spoke volumes.

“Okay, Tom, quick lesson about succubi and incubi for you. Beings like us are, in fact, two beings in one body. In our case, Camilla is the dominant personality most of the time. I am what we call a Tail. I reside in her tail, oddly enough, and I can see and feel everything that she does. But, normally, I don’t appear.”

“So, why now?”

“Because I saw who you were pinning down to the floor, and I wasn’t going to miss the chance to get a measure of justice. And, if you had left me alone with her, I would have killed her.”

Tom shrugged, “I figured as much. You aren’t anything like Camilla, really.”

Nina’s tail swished behind her, “And?”

Tom smiled, “And, as you said, you are a bitch to those who have done you wrong. But, so far, you haven’t been to me. So, like I told you before, you still have to prove yourself to me.”

Nina reached out a hand and stroked it against Tom’s cheek, “It’s because Camilla likes you, and I have to admit that I find you … interesting …”

Tom closed a hand around Nina’s and drew it away, “Sorry, Nina. My heart belongs to someone else.”

Nina sighed, “So does your soul, Tom. So does your soul.”

Tom’s face soured, “Why is it that you all have to be so damn cryptic?”

Nina looked away from Tom, “I apologize, but that’s how our kind is. I’ll give you a hint, though, that you should keep in mind … You want a direct answer? Give a direct question.”

Tom gripped the railing behind him and looked away from her. Neither of them said anything for a dozen floors, but then Tom asked, “Tell me about Tails, Nina.”

She didn’t turn around, but Tom could see her body tense, “Tails are the succubi or incubi of the past. If you can recall your myths, you might remember that we can be very evil, very dominant, and most of all, we have, on occasion, claimed souls.”

Tom frowned, “That’s not exactly comforting, Nina.”

She shrugged, “It’s not important. What matters is that we exist in order to keep the young aware of what they might be if they do not learn, and if they go off the path, or worse. We are there to help them.”

Tom considered what she said, but before he could ask more, Nina added, “Your next, obvious question is, I think: ‘Do you have a soul?’”

Tom nodded slightly, “Seems to be a reasonable question to ask at this point.”

Nina smiled, “We both do. Very much like yours, really …” Nina looked over her shoulder, “Would you like to know what I can see in yours, Tom?”

He didn’t have to think about his answer, “Not really. I suppose that it’s not that important.”

As the bell sounded to announce their arrival on the ground floor Nina sighed, “See, that’s the biggest problem in the universe, isn’t it?”

The doors opened before Tom could ask what that meant, and they found themselves staring at a group of security guards who were waiting in the lobby, their backs to the elevator doors.

Tom reached for his weapon, “Got any ideas? I left my holy hand grenade in my other pants.”


Storm Clouds

Chapter 25

By TeraS


Jane threw her hands up in disbelief, “How could it possibly be Patricia?”

Tera shrugged, “The facts are quite plain, Daughter.”

“My sister is … was … a mother. She loved her children and her Eternal. That’s all she was.”

Tera smiled softly, “Being a mother, no matter how or why, is not a little thing, Jane. You’ll understand that someday.”

Those words brought Jane up short as she remembered her sister holding her children, playing and laughing with them … and she regretted what she had said, “I meant that Patricia wasn’t a threat to anyone, Tera. There was no reason for her to be attacked.”

“There you are wrong, Daughter, and I should have been more aware. Most of our kind are … involved … in some way. Those that are not are not always aware of everything that goes on when they are away from the Realm.”

“Tera, you can’t put the blame on yourself.”

“Every mother does when her children are hurt …”

Tera then began to list off the facts she knew: “We can be certain that Patricia was targeted by someone or something. Her tail was severed from her body. That means that someone knew the way to kill us. Then the question becomes: who would be foolish enough to suffer our wrath … or would want us to seek revenge?”

Jane said nothing, waiting for Tera to continue.

“There are very few beings that have tried to control us; fewer still who have survived. Still fewer continue to try and try again, using whatever means they think will be enough to push us over the edge.”

“Tera …”

She held up a finger and then continued, “The Dark cannot act in the material world itself. We also know that it uses the darker emotions to gain a foothold in our world and bend beings here to its will. It collects puppets and then plays them to make what it wants to happen … happen.”

“That still does not explain how you can connect what happened here. I haven’t seen anything that proves you are right, Tera.”

She sighed softly, “I haven’t explained everything as yet, Daughter.”

Jane rubbed a hand over her forehead and waited … again.

“Patricia was not involved in our work here, that’s very true. However, she did, occasionally, assist Brent in his work, or, very rarely, would help in Realm business.”

Jane’s hand stopped, “Are you saying that you put her in danger?”

“No. I am saying that she was led here for a reason and the Dark took advantage of that. Perhaps it planned to murder Patricia by fire and then leave no trace of her body for us to find, and thus cover up the taking of her tail. But our hero got in the way and then it had to try and cover its tracks.”

Jane’s head was spinning at the idea, “But why was she here, and why did the Dark let her go?”

“Those are the questions to work on, Daughter.”

“Tera, what about John?”

“We remove this block on his memories, so that he can see that he saved someone. We don’t hide what happened from him. All of this was in his subconscious mind, so it’s unlikely to intrude on his thoughts once it has been released. I only hope that it won’t be completely clear to him.”

“What about me?”

“If this works, then the hold on you is no more. If not … well, then things become a lot more complicated, don’t they?”

“Wonderful. Just … wonderful.”

The memories they were looking into vanished and reality replaced them: John sitting in the chair, seemingly asleep; Tera standing beside him, her right index finger touching John’s left temple; and Jane across the room from the two of them watching unhappily.

And still not looking like herself.

“Nothing’s changed, Tera.”

Tera tilted her head to the right and looked at Jane, “I haven’t actually done anything yet, Daughter. You young ones are so impatient at times … Stop and smell the roses; you may discover things you have overlooked in your rushing about.”

Jane’s response was to put her head into her hands and moan softly.

“So. do I or don’t I, Daughter? Or are you going to do it?”

“Tera …”

“No. No Daughter. There isn’t a maybe or could be or might we here. He is … damaged–quite badly to be honest. He is, at the moment, a tool being used for someone else’s gains.”

Jane looked up and she wasn’t happy, “I am not responsible for that.”

“No, but, in another way, we all are. If we had given in to what it wants, become its puppets, then he would not be where he is right now, would he?”

“We can’t protect everyone. That’s impossible and you know it.”

Tera turned away from Jane and looked at John, “Perhaps. But is it right to ignore such things when they are in front of you? What right does it have to do this to anyone? Most of all, what right does it have to try to force us into doing something that we have turned our back on?”

“I didn’t make that choice, Tera. You did.”

Tera looked at Jane once again, but this time there was sadness in her voice: “So, you would rather act in the old ways, then? Are you so enamoured with that time?”

“We were strong Tera. We could, easily, reach out and destroy our enemies. There was nothing to fear. There was …”

“Nothing. There was absolutely … nothing. You just don’t understand, do you?”

Tera walked away from John and stood over Jane, her red horns and tail visible now, “Are you so eager to give up your soul, Daughter? Lose all you are? Be yet another puppet? Really? Truly?”

Jane tried, she really tried, to look Tera in the eyes, but found that she couldn’t bring herself to.

“I’m playing devil’s advocate, Tera … You are so sure that you are right about everything. How can you be?”

Tera pointed a finger in John’s direction, “I am right because what is sitting there in that chair is so very, very wrong.” She then pointed at Jane, “I am right because you are in a trap that you can’t escape and he is the only solution that can fix this.”

Jane was silent, her eyes closed in thought before she answered, “Will he remember … anything?”

Tera took hold of both of Jane’s hands and led her to John’s side, “That depends on you, doesn’t it?”

“Tera …”

She smiled, “Daughter, can you admit to yourself one single truth? Tell me one thing about yourself that you know to be the truth that you have not admitted to anyone else.”

Jane tried to answer Tera. The first thing that came to her thoughts wasn’t really the truth, and she knew that Tera would know that. So it was with the next things that came to mind. But then, finally, she told Tera her truth: “She’s gone, Tera. I’ll never see her again, never hear her voice, hug her … I’m … I’m alone.”

“Do you honestly believe that?”

Jane clutched at Tera’s hands, “Who is there that cares about me? My sister, the only one that I knew who loved me … I’ve lost her. I am alone. That’s my truth.”

Tera shook her head sadly, “You are alone because you cannot find the way to allow anyone inside, Jane. You have so many walls around you because … because you want revenge on the person who took your sister from you. So you are alone, right now, because you want that revenge. You think that will give you closure.”

Jane just stared at Tera, the words not coming to her, no idea how to answer her queen’s assertion.

Tera then looked at John, “But you let him in. You won’t admit it, but he’s there inside of you. He’s in your thoughts and …”

Jane shook her head, “I can’t. I have to …”

“You have to let go of revenge. You have to give yourself a chance, no matter how small, to be as happy as your sister was.”

“I don’t deserve that.”

“You don’t deserve to be an emotional wreck.”

“Tera …”

Tera’s tail pointed at John, still sitting there quietly and unmoving, “You asked what he would remember. That’s something you’ll have to figure out, Jane. Open his mind, take away what the Dark put in and let him see that what happened. When he comes out of this … then what happens next is up to you and him alone.”

“I’m not prepared for this, Tera. I haven’t the control or the ability you have.”

“No, but you do love him, don’t you?”

The word escaped Jane before she could stop it, “Yes.”

Tera smiled and then guided Jane to sit on the armrest next to John, “Then let that be your guide and try.”

Aug 19 2012

A Review of Daddy, I Think I’m a Succubus, Werewolf Sex Slave and Virgin Dreams by Lilith Kinke

One of the things that has, from time to time, bothered me about the independent authors publishing their works on Amazon or other sites is that the quality of the work is not in direct relationship to what you have to pay for the work. I’ll explain that further. Some authors will charge $2.99 or more for a work that is over 100 pages in length. To me, that makes sense. You place that much time into writing and you deserve that in return. I do not accept that someone can charge the same amount for a story that is less than 10 pages in length.

That does not make any sense to me. What gets under my skin further is that the preview that these short stories give, if any, stop right after the title page and dedications, not letting you see any of the actual story, or, you only get to read the first half, or if you are lucky, the entire first page of the work.

This is, really, a lousy practise.

This week I am reviewing a trio of stories that have the same Succubus character appearing in them and I regret to say that I have a lot of problems with what could have been something very interesting.

Daddy, I Think I'm a Succubus by Lilith Kinke

Daddy, I Think I'm a Succubus by Lilith Kinke

  • Title: Daddy, I Think I’m a Succubus
  • Author: Lilith Kinke
  • Publishing Date: January 25, 2012
  • Length: 3,200 Words
  • ASIN: B00722Z27A
  • This work at

The story is:

Delilah is just a day shy of turning eighteen, and her step-father has promised to take her on vacation to celebrate her birthday. What she doesn’t know is that she’s a young succubus, and when her birthday comes around, there won’t be man that can control himself around her, including dear ol’ dad.

The first thing I have to say is that there is some incest in this story. It happens at the end of the work, and it’s not all that much, but it is there. Setting that aside, the concept isn’t a bad one, the coming of age of a Succubus, but the problem for me comes in the lack of detail.

We never really know what Delilah looks like when she becomes a Succubus, save that wings appear on her and she looks vaguely devil-like and her eyes change. But otherwise there isn’t much said about that. Oh the author says she has a “sex kitten body” and tells us about that. Yes, we see her finding her powers for the first time and what she does with it, which is a hot little scene, but otherwise? Not so much I thought.

Very little background on Delilah’s mother, which is a shame, I think she could be interesting. Nothing on her “real” incubus father either, her step father you learn more about him than any other character in the work, which I understand for motivations and so on.

The writing is good, no spelling mistakes or obvious errors, but I have to wonder if the author had a good idea of Delilah’s personality when they started writing as she seemed to go through a large change as the climax of the story came and went.

Of course, this story is a hot flash, meaning that there is little character development and what little there is comes as a need to get to the sex scenes above all else.

Overall, the story isn’t a bad one, I did like most of it, but here’s the thing. I can’t justify the $2.99 I paid for it when I compare it to other, longer, works that ask for the same amount.

As such, I can give this work two pitchforks out of five.

I can see it being a 99 cent work at the most.

When the story came to the finish, I thought I had a good idea of where the next story could go, but when I read it, I have to say that I just became more disappointed in it.

Werewolf Sex Slave by Lilith Kinke

Werewolf Sex Slave by Lilith Kinke

  • Title: Werewolf Sex Slave
  • Author: Lilith Kinke
  • Publishing Date: January 26, 2012
  • Length: 3,100 Words
  • ASIN: B00727EMC6
  • This work at

The story continues with:

Delilah is a bounty hunter succubus with special powers of lust, and she’s looking to take down a pack of sexy werewolves. But when they get their hands on her, it’s they who turn the tables on her.

I’ll note that when this work appeared on Amazon, that the story was titled A Succubus Among Werewolves, but the next day the title was changed to its current form and the art for the book also changed. I’ll get back to that later.

I expected, from how the previous work ended, that we might see what Delilah does with her new found powers as a story. What happens when she goes out and uses her powers to get what she wants.

That didn’t happen. Oh we get about a paragraph that explains she was bored with that life and decided to become a bounty hunter, but that’s all.

The balance of the story is Delilah trying to capture a group of werewolves, it goes really wrong for her, and then what they do to her. In the end there is a cliffhanger of an ending which I expected to be honest. See, it’s not that hard to figure out what’s going to happen by the end of a story when the title of it telegraphs the point of the story as much as this one does, not to mention that the story summary tells you the entire story before you see any of it.

I think I know why the title was changed as it was very close to another work by another author, so I can understand changing the title as a result. Still, I think a slightly less obvious title would have been better and I also think that the summary could have been written better too.

Again, as in the first work, there is no description of what Delilah looks like as a Succubus. There is a little bit on what she wears at the beginning, but otherwise nothing much is said about that. We see a bit of her shapeshifting abilities, and we also get an idea of what can be used to… well, I’ll call it, control a Succubus.

It is a rather violent piece of writing in what happens to her, it’s not a good time for her of course as the title hints at. The author again writes well, save for a bit of skimming over details which I personally have a problem with.

However, again, my problem with this work is the price, again I think it’s too steep for what is offered, and the preview again is incredibly short. As such, like the first book, it bothers me. I could have well accepted the price if both stories were combined into one longer offering. I would be even happier if a third or fourth story was included. But that didn’t happen.

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

The last work in the series was released I think out of sequence with the previous works. It makes some sense if it was placed between them, but falling last in the sequence makes the story make little sense to me.

Virgin Dreams by Lilith Kinke

Virgin Dreams by Lilith Kinke

  • Title: Virgins Dreams
  • Author: Lilith Kinke
  • Publishing Date: January 29, 2012
  • Length: 3,100 Words
  • ASIN: B0073BFC7A
  • This work at

The story tells of:

In another hot succubus tale, virgin Jason dreams of having the hottest girl in school at his feet, sexually worshiping him. When Delilah the succubus offers to make all his dreams come true, including bringing her to him, how far will he go to act out his fantasies?

It’s mostly a tale of a boy wanting a girl but being taunted and shamed by that girl at school. Delilah appears and seduces him into accepting her “help” for lack of a better word. They visit her together and things start to happen. There is a lot of humiliation that happens which bothers me, but in the end at least there is a resolution that I didn’t expect to see in the story.

One thing that really bothers me again is that what Delilah looks like isn’t said again in this story. Wings? Horns? Tail? Your guess is as good as mine because other than a few vague references that say nothing, we just don’t know.

And the other thing is that, while Delilah is a Succubus, just about everything she does, save one or two things, could have been done by any normal woman that was dominant and had brought two other people under her control by hypnosis or something similar. There is some mind control and a bit of sensual or seductive control, but, it’s not all that much Succubus-like to me anyway.

Two pitchforks out of five again.

Overall the world is interesting, Delilah is interesting to a point, and the stories have some promise. But too short by far, not enough character development as always with hot flashes, and, most of all, I don’t like the sudden shift from one situation and concept to another one that really has a very tenuous link to the first work and then back again to a situation that isn’t explained in relationship to the other stories.

If the author ever reads this, here’s what I would like to see. Write the missing story in the middle that connects what you have here. There’s more to reveal than what you can write in one paragraph of memory for Delilah. Give me that and i think I will like this a lot more. That story has to exist somewhere…



Aug 18 2012

An interesting game Succubus…

So there is a game called Oblivion, which I don’t know a thing about to be honest. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t appreciate a really interesting concept of a Succubus when one appears…

And in case you can’t see it:

And, finally, one screenshot of this Succubus in case the video vanishes…

Oblivion Succubus

I’ll admit that I don’t care for her wings very much, but then I don’t care for any Succubi that has wings so that’s nothing new… I do like her… well… almost there clothing, very Succubus-like I think and really it does show off her form quite well.

She’s missing a tail of course, which bothers me almost as much as her wings to be honest… Still, it’s a really interesting idea of a Succubus and mebby I will turn that into a story sometime about that…