Dec 30 2012

A Review of How to Summon a Succubus by Roxie Feurouge

Sometimes the core of a story about Succubi isn’t so much the Succubus themselves, but instead the folly of humans that decide to summon them. Especially ones that don’t realize just how foolish they are. This usually results in things taking a turn for the worse. The question is, what is the turn, and how bad could it possibly be?

How to Summon a Succubus by Roxie Feurouge

  • Title: How to Summon a Succubus
  • Author: Roxie Feurouge
  • Publishing Date: May 29, 2012
  • Length: 3,000 Words
  • ASIN: B0087FJIOO
  • This work at

It is the story of:

Meridiana the succubus has been without a victim for 23 years, when suddenly an influx of internet users start using the ritual to summon them. David is a young man in college who finds just such a ritual on the internet- but gets one of his ingredients wrong, and so he is at Meridiana’s mercy. Will he regret summoning a sex demon?

David asks on a website for a method to summon a Succubus and he gets one. The problem is that he doesn’t know all of the traps and pitfalls and Meridiana, the succubus he summons, is more than willing to take advantage of that…

I think the main problem I have with this story was that it was very short and as such it became simply a hot flash or a stroke erotica story. That’s a shame really as the beginning of the story held a lot of promise really, but when it got interesting… it stopped being so for me.

Meridiana’s background story was interesting, and I would have liked to know more about it, but in this case it was setting only and the story moved away from that as quickly as possible. Past that, we watch as Meridiana watches and plans as David does the same and then summons her. Everything after that is sex really with not much else happening.

When Meridiana springs her trap, that is an odd moment, but it makes sense in the story. What happens to David afterwards is a bit brutal and the ending was, really, quite expected to be honest. I thought I would like her at the beginning of the story, but that soon faded away as her personality was all “gloat and be evil” and not a lot else. That’s kind of thin as a character and I have issues with it.

I can see this becoming a series of stories about Meridiana, which would be more interesting I think overall, but the author needs to tighten up their writing some. The work didn’t flow smoothly for one thing, the characters were paper thin for the most part as well. Oddly enough, the minor characters were more interesting than the main ones for the most part.

I have to wonder if the author might have been better served to not end the work with the first meeting of David and Meridiana, but to tell about the week she is there. I think that would have made for a better story, better characters and involved me more in it.

Three pitchforks out of five.

The story didn’t flow well for me, I didn’t care for Meridiana all that much as well. It was short, much too short and really it could have been more than a stroke story…

But it wasn’t.



Dec 29 2012

A Dark Succubus YouTube…

Now, I know that, for the most part, Succubi are on the dark side of things… I came across a YouTube video of a really interesting image of that, and, the artist also linked to their page on DeviantArt for the completed work…


And if you can’t see it here on the Tale…

And, the completed work…

Sucucbus Character Study by Artbyans

You can also find this work here on DeviantArt and the artist’s page is here as well….

What I found interesting is that the artist says that the Lost Girl series inspired this work and I can’t quite see how that fits into this work… Mind you, I would love to see Bo with horns, just once in the series…

This is a very dark Succubus of course, and that of course is revealed by her red hand, covered in blood I assume, as well as her greyish skin and spikes…

It’s an interesting interpretation of a Succubus, and somehow the overall look works really well…

Interesting and thought provoking I think…



Dec 28 2012

A Review of The Other Side of Hell by Niall Teasdale

The twelfth book in the Thaumatology series by Niall Teasdale, The Other Side of Hell was released last week, and there was no way I wasn’t going to read it immediately… I even put aside my last minute Christmas shopping for it… Believe it or not. Yes, it is billed as the tenth book, but I am counting the anthologies as well. I reviewed the first book,  Thaumatology 101, here. The second, Demon’s Moon was reviewed here. The third book in the series, Legacy, that review is here. The first collection of short stories from this universe called Tales from High Towers’ Study is here.  The fourth book in the series, Dragon’s Blood is reviewed here. And the review of the fifth book in the series, Disturbia is reviewed here. The second collection of short stories, Tales from the Dubh Linn, was reviewed here. And the eighth book in this series Hammer of Witches was reviewed here. And, you can find the review on the Tale for the ninth book called Eagle’s Shadow here as well. I also reviewed the tenth book Ancient, and last week I reviewed book eleven Dragonfall.

The Other Side of Hell by Niall Teasdale

The Other Side of Hell by Niall Teasdale

When you lose your world, you’ll go through Hell to get it back:

In the final battle with the dragons, Lily Carpenter sacrificed herself to save Ceridwyn Brent, and the world. There was not even a body to bury; she vanished in a blaze of light leaving Ceri to mourn her passing.

Then a revelation suggests that Lily might not be dead, just elsewhere. But even for one of the most powerful magicians since the Shattering, walking into Hell to get her back may be one journey too far.

So, what can I say about this book that isn’t full of spoilers…

The beginning was interesting as it fills in the gaps that were hinted at in the previous story. What the dragons did, what happened to change Ceri, the things that happened that were not clearly understood make a lot more sense now. Especially if you didn’t pay attention. I’ve said this before and it is very true again with this story that you must pay attention to the little things… They will return with a vengeance.

Ceri falls back to a point in her life when she was quite willing to have it end. Lily is lost, Ceri believes that she has been killed to end the threat of the dragons once and for all. She isn’t thinking, she is grieving, and that costs her greatly as time passes on. At least until she is reminded of something, something very important, and she gets her mind together and decides to do something.

Many of her friends, notably Carter and Alec, are devastated by the events of the previous work. Others have been changed because of the dragons and their plans. Everything is, quite simply a mess and from all intents and purposes, the mess is only going to get worse before it gets better.

Twill is no longer at Ceri’s home, which is another problem, but it is one that Ceri can’t deal with at the moment because her purpose now is to find Lily and bring her home, no matter the cost. That means going to Hell… literally.

I found it fascinating, the small glimpse of this world, that we see. It’s not a complete view, not by any means but it does add a lot of background to demons and the like in this universe that I appreciated. Many plans come to their conclusion, past threats return, one of which I have to say I expected. I found rather satisfying the means to which Ceri deals with that issue, it was rather obvious and it served to just confirm something I had always thought about that particular character and their mannerisms. I suppose the old saying about stupid is as stupid does comes into play there.

It also was quite well done how the plans of the dragons and the demons came to connect in the ways they did, the aftermath of those events were quite Earth shaking and what that does to three characters in particular I think was well played out in the story. There is unfinished business there and I expect it to come to a head in the next work… Threats given do, eventually, have to play out don’t they?

Lily, one of my most favourite Succubi, has horns and a tail. Now, normally that would make me quite happy, but, as seems to be the fate of both Lily and Ceri, things are not all happy and light by far. How that happens, what it does to Lily and by association, Ceri, is difficult to read at times. The thing of it is however, in spite of the dark, there is hope and in the end that matters.

What’s more is that in connection with that, there are moments of joy, of compassion, and of belief that reconnect the two of them that by the end of the work I can just about see the Lily I know and love… just with horns and a tail. It is also nice to see Lily’s father again, and the reveals that come from that are telling, especially if you paid attention to him from his first appearance. It is always important to listen to the words spoken for they tell more than you see at first.

One point about Hell that was… expected, really, was the idea of owing a favour or giving a favour, or, more accurately, paying for a favour. That is hard for Ceri to deal with and her own self doubts do return to threaten her. I find myself pondering those she helped, and what happened from that, and most of all the climax of the story.

I have the oddest feeling that all of that is going to come back to bite Ceri where she least expects it…

Five out of five pitchforks…

The story does end on a cliff-hanger that has to do with Twill, who we finally have confirmation of who she is… Ceri has fought dragons, demons, angels, and a host of other supernatural beings. You would think that those she will be facing next would get a clue and just do whatever she wants. If not, they really should find a means to communicate with each other and save themselves a lot of grief.

Just saying…



Dec 27 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 260

I think it’s interesting how many people take the concept of Succubi and then make them less “evil” and more “interesting”… I’ve always believed that the Succubi aren’t evil and so when I find works that reflect that, I’m quite happy about that…

Junisra by ChatTatoue

Junisra by ChatTatoue

Now the story behind this art is really very interesting and I can’t do it as much justice as the person that describes it themselves…

And you all probably thought that my account name was just a random name. Junisra is actually a character of mine; Kilmarron’s daughter in fact.

A young succubus, and one of the last demons in all of Rashija to be born, Junisra was always the center of attention and rumors; unfortunately this boded ill as Demorok seized her from her home and forced her father into a treaty. Unfortunately for her, coila (succubae/incubi) aren’t meant to be raised outside of their foliage-filled kingdom, and this stunted her growth power-wise. In addition to growing in feathered wings, they are far too small to serve as any use other than decoration.

Junisra eventually grows up to be the first Queen of Ji-fo-Yan (the city of the coila), but in the meantime, this is her just enjoying the end of a long day-span and surely about to visit her harem.

You can find Junisra’s page here, the page I found this one on here and the artist who created this art, ChatTatoue, here as well on DeviantArt…

Now the thing about this work that I like are her wings, which are somewhat angel-like and sort of like the ones that my own Succubi character has, though mine are black with a touch of white on them…

But otherwise, she’s lovely, and she has the poise and attitude of a Succubus, but not one that is really “evil” at all which is nice to see…

I like her horns, her tail is alright those I would have liked to see a heart-shaped tip on the end of it. But you can’t have everything now can you?

There are quite a few stories about the universe that Junisra and her family live in, and if you want to learn more about her, please do visit the DeviantArt links!



Dec 26 2012

I wouldn’t be caught wearing these horns…

I think that I have found the absolute worst pair of Devil, and they aren’t Succubi, horns… ever.

And that’s saying a lot…


I have so many problems with this costume accessory that I don’t honestly know where to start…

Well, it costs $5 US, and really it’s not worth that much to me.

I hate the look, the flames on them look just awful, but what really gets me is the model on the package isn’t wearing them!

I can’t quite understand that, as, isn’t the point of a picture on a package supposed to be to show you what this item would look like when you wear it?

I also can’t help but laugh at the description on the bottom of the package that this is a “Hot Costume Accessory.”

Maybe if I threw it into a fireplace or something, but otherwise it certainly isn’t anything close to that…

I wouldn’t be caught wearing these. Period.

Zero pitchforks out of five.

And that’s being really generous I think…

Mind you, I would like to know more about that costume the model is wearing… That might have possibilities…



Dec 25 2012

Carly the Succubi by TeraS

So it is Christmas and it is time for the Succubi Queen’s annual Christmas present to you all…

This is called Carly the Succubi, and it is a parody of the song Frosty the Snowman…

Carly The Succubi by TeraS

Carly The Succubi by TeraS

You can also click this link to see the image in full size as well.

And the song, for those that wish to read it, goes something like this…

Carly the succubi,

is a horny, happy soul,

with a latex dress

cupping full, round breasts

and green eyes that grab your soul.

Carly the succubi,

is a wet dream (so they say):

she can mesmerize

with a tiny sigh

and quite quickly has her way.

On Christmas Eve, she checks her list

of every naughty vice,

and when she shows in front of you

you’ll be glad you weren’t so nice.

O, Carly the succubi is

as generous as can be,

and the lucky pets

are the ones who get

to be gifts from her, you see.

Humpty, hump, hump,

Humpty, hump, hump;

Carly takes your will.

Humpty, hump, hump,

Humpty, hump, hump;

Leaving you with a thrill.

Carly the succubi

heard her pets whine every day,

and said, “For a blast,

see how long you last

before I drain you away.”

Down to her love toys,

with her gift bag in her hand,

slinking here and there

all around the square

singing, “Cum now, if you can.”

She left the rest and took the best

to her seduction flat,

and, when they moaned, her white-hot kiss

wiped their minds out just like that.

For Carly the succubi

had to hurry on her way,

so she said, “Sweet fool,

I’ll be here for Yule

if you stroke, kneel, and obey.”


Merry Christmas to one and all, and my thanks and love to my heart for making my words what they are for without him they would have never been…

Happy Christmas!


Dec 24 2012

Speak into the Air by TeraS – Part Five

The story of Speak into the Air continues today… But what does it all mean?

It is a question that only Lily can answer now…




Speak into the Air

By TeraS

Chapter Five



“Lily …”

Her reply was a mumble, almost but not quite asleep, not quite all with the world, as beings are when they are on the edge of wakefulness: “mmhgm?”

The chuckle had a deep baritone to it that, even with her being not quite all there, made goose bumps trickle over her skin: “You aren’t going to get to sleep in love. I have plans for you.”

She smiled into the pillow, a reflex that she couldn’t help, and purred, “Make me.”

“If you insist …”

This was the part that she loved most of all. He never just did something; no, that wasn’t her black-tailed Eternal’s way. He never, ever, did the same thing twice, which really was amazing considering that for all of the centuries they had been together, one would expect that things would have become … routine.

They never were, and not this time, either.

He waited.

She did, too.

For the longest time—she didn’t know how long—he just was there … watching. She breathed slowly, trying not to let the anticipation of the moment overcome her good sense. But it was very hard to do that when you knew that your Eternal was close by … and you could feel … things … the warmth from his body, almost touching but not quite; the sound of him shifting on the bed; the whisper of his tail moving in the air as he thought about her, desired her … and only her.

Lily was wet, so achingly wet, wanting to part her legs and let him have his way with her, but this was their game, and so she couldn’t allow herself to do that … yet. But she wanted to, so badly that just barely managing to bite her lip and stifle her moans was taking all of her focus. But the ache spread through her, her toes curling slightly, her muscles tensing, her nipples so stiff now that the sheets were rough against her skin and the sensation thrilled her to the core. It would take so little, so very little, for her to lose the battle and then … oh then …

She couldn’t see him, her face buried into the pillow, and she knew well enough that rolling over or looking to see what he was up to would just mean he’d smile, tweak the tip of her tail with his fingers and then go off to do … something.

And it was the something that was the problem. Knowing him, and just how dominant black tails were, it would involve being put over his knee and having her bum paddled until it was a hot shade of red. Which wasn’t so bad … really. The make-up afterwards part was always … fun.

And she liked … fun. But she didn’t move, and was really proud of herself in not doing so, when he touched the inside of the sole of her right foot with a fingertip. The gasp that was trying to escape her caught in her throat as his other hand trailed against the inside of her left thigh … slowly. She couldn’t hold her breath and let it out in a long shudder before gasping for air again. “You …”

The light swat on her ass made her jump, and he was amused. “Yes? Who else did you think it was?”

She gripped the sheets with her hands, her nails digging in: “Oh, you don’t know them, but …”

It was their way: she was teasing, and he knew it—simply a way for her to tell him that, whatever he wanted to do, she was his … as she would be forever.

“… but they can’t do this.”

His lips kissed against her right calf, feather light, just at that one spot that would just make her melt into the sheets in anticipation of what he would do next. Slowly—and he was an expert at this—he brushed her skin, then kisses followed, moving higher and higher a bare inch at a time.

He was right, of course: no one else could do what he could.

Her voice was husky with need. “mmmm … No … mmmm … they … mmmm …”

His hands now pressing against her thighs made her pause. He would expect her to resist, just a little bit, and she was starting to tense up when he surprised her again. One hand didn’t move, but the other was lightning quick as a finger slipped underneath the base of her tail and rubbed in just the right way there …

… and she saw stars. Most succubi were sensitive in their horns, some also at a spot on their neck or elsewhere. But not Lily, no, her entire body was sensitive to touch and that one spot under her tail was the most sensitive of all. In all of the lovers Lily had before him, in all of the emotions and bliss she had felt, the very first place her Eternal touched her was there, and she wanted him and no other from that moment on …

… and she always would.

When she could think again—it took a little while, but she did manage it … sort of—she felt him straddling her legs, his hands now kneading her rear. She mewled in passion as his fingers pressed and stroked her warm skin. Then she felt it: how slick his hands were, the slickness of her skin as he massaged her there. He had the oil. Oh, God, he was using the oil on her.

There are, of course, aphrodisiacs in the Realm. Some of them are quite safe for mortals to use, most just make the experience … more … a lot more. For the succubi and incubi there really are few that have any true power. One of those Lily was guilty of growing at her own home. She had rationalized that it was to protect the flowers—they were so very rare after all. By themselves, they would add a scent that would enhance the desires in others …

… but add oil to them, one specific kind of oil, and …

… and it was dripping between her legs and making her sex wetter and slicker …

… and hotter …

… and wetter …

He knew this, of course, and her last rational thought was that he probably had used it on himself before he started on her. Stroking his shaft with oil soaked fingers … watching her sleeping … wanting her … waiting for her to … to …

Her tail moved to wrap around one of his arms. No words were needed between them now. A tug moved him over her, his hands spreading the oil over the small of her back and then … then around the base of her tail, but not beneath it. No, that would have been too much too fast. Instead, her tail unwrapped and he began to work the oil into it’s length. Inch by agonising inch. The amber colour shining in the light of the room, turning more gold than amber and making it so much more sensitive than it normally was.

This took time that she couldn’t quite grasp anymore. It was all sensation now, no thought, no consideration.

He moved then to straddle her waist, her tail now behind him, his black tail twining with her own amber, the oil coating his own tail and turning it not just black, but ebony—deepest, darkest black. The tails rubbed together, the heat in them both now pushing thought further away. His hands pressed the oil into her back, then over her shoulders before he massaged her neck, loosening the muscles there and making her body go completely limp, in his control now, unable to do anything but feel him …

… She stifled a sob when he lifted away from her, the need coming closer and closer to consuming her totally. Then he slipped his hands beneath her and turned her over. She wanted to look at him, but a single word stopped her: “No.”

Again the pause … to wait … to whine in anticipation.

Then he touched her again, oiling her from her toes again … the tease. It was not as slow this time; the oil was effecting them both now, and soon they would have no control at all. Fingers spread oil over her legs … thighs … but not her sex—no, he carefully avoided that, or tried to, but couldn’t stop the stream of oil that pooled around her navel from running like a river over her clit and into her folds making her rub her thighs together in need. Over her tummy, beneath her breasts and … oh, he would … a kiss upon each aroused peak before the oil came and the ache became all-consuming …

Her hand reached out and found him … thick, hard, in need for her … so much in need now that the growl that came from her touch broke their control and …

… she pushed him to the floor …

… she straddled him and guided him …

… he arched his hips and drove into her … so deep … so full …

… so …

… and then the oil on him lit up all of her nerves and everything else was fragments of memories …

… flashes of pure pleasure …

… the fires of passion …

… the screams he made for her …

… the screams from her own voice …

In those moments, their souls merged together, completely open to each other’s thoughts, desires, wishes … everything …

It was … perfect.

So absolutely perfect …

… perfect.