Feb 10 2013

A Review of Those Who Howl by Kelouisa

Those Who Howl by Kelouisa

Those Who Howl by Kelouisa

I found a collection of an author’s works that has in it one story about an Incubus. And that story is a bit different from what you might expect from a story about them which makes it interesting to me…

The book is a collection of:

Three short erotic paranormal tales. In “Territory,” a young photographer is seduced by her stunning young model, a wolf in man form who loves nothing more than a good romp. In “Rae of Sunshine,” a lovely young blood donor inspires more than bloodlust in her controlled vampire. In “Incubus Made Flesh,” Balt peeps in on a young woman pleasuring herself; her passion solidifies his form in an unusual way.

As this is a collection of stories, I will be reviewing them individually and then give a rating of the work as a whole.

Territory – A werewolf story, but not your typical one. Instead of focusing on the transformation or seeing things from the were’s eyes, the story is told from the point of view of the woman that loves him. It doesn’t talk so much about what happens between them sexually, but instead on how they meeting each other transformed their lives. It’s well thought out and I felt like I was looking over the woman’s shoulder through the story. A change from the usual and in this case, that was very welcome. There is a real, powerful relationship between the two characters in this story and I found it a refreshing, welcome change.

Rae of Sunshine – A vampire story, but again not your typical one once again. It’s interesting to watch the mirror that exists between the woman, a human, who needs more than the vampire can give, and the vampire, who must control himself and deny her what she wants. The strife between the two characters is there, but it’s not overpowering to the point where the sexuality of the story is destroyed by it. There is, of course, an erotic scene that plays out and in that moment some of the inner thoughts of both characters come out in the open. It’s nice to have a vampire story that isn’t “perfect” and in this case, neither of the characters are that.

Incubus Made Flesh– The Incubus story of the collection. Balthazar is the Incubus of the story, and normally he exists in the dream world without physical form. He watches a woman pleasure herself and discovers himself drawn into the real world. I was hoping for more when the ending of the story came, it wasn’t what I hoped would happen based on the other two stories in the collection. The overwhelming sadness in Balthazar is palatable though out the story and the raw sexuality of the woman he watches which draws out his own needs is very erotic and well written. Again, this isn’t a “normal” Incubus story and that makes it work very well.

I’m giving this work three out of five pitchforks, and the Incubus story four of out five pitchforks.

Well written, lovely emotions, settings, and characters. I think that the author would be well served to focus on any of these short stories and make a longer novel about them…

 

Tera

Feb 09 2013

An interesting pair of leather Succubus Vambraces

I spent another afternoon looking on etsy.com again looking for Succubus things and I found something that I thought was really well done and is different, but I’m not exactly sure what kind of costume you would use with it…

Red leather succubus vambraces by Barbwire & Roses LeatherwareThese are a pair of red leather vambraces which have the image of the Warcraft succubus on them by Barbwire & Roses Leatherware. You can find them on etsy.com here if you want to see a larger image of them.

The person making these is based in Europe and they are selling them for 85 Euros plus shipping.

For those that don’t know what these are, you wear them on your wrists to protect them, and I would think that for someone that likes roleplaying in Dungeons and Dragons in costume, this might be something to consider…

They do note they will make them in different colours and are willing to place other creatures or creations on them as well, so it’s not just for those that like Succubi…

I’m really quite impressed with the quality of the art on them and also the quality and thought that has been placed into them by the creators. It’s obvious from looking through their catalog of offering on esty.com that they have a lot of experience in working with leather and it brings a thought to me…

I wonder if they do special orders of more… interesting items…

I will have to find out about that…

 

Tera

Feb 08 2013

A Review of Curse of the Succubus by Scarlett Skyes

Curse of the Succubus by Scarlett Skyes

Curse of the Succubus by Scarlett Skyes

Hope. A simple little word isn’t it? But in truth it isn’t… It can be both a boon and a curse. You can have hope and make dreams be true, or you can lose hope and fall into… quite literally.. hell.

It is, I think, one of the most rare things for a Succubus to have. They are not expected to have hope, nor are they allowed to hold it in them.

But in spite of that belief…. There is hope. And when it appears… Then things change…

It tells the story of:

Mary has been cursed to roam the earth as a Succubus until she is impregnated by a man who loves her rather than lusts after her. Centuries of evidence convinces her that such a man can’t exist until she meets Clinton but can they fall in love before her curse brings the entire town down on top of them?

There are many things to like about this work and the first of these is Mary herself. While she does not have the appearance of a Succubus in the traditional way, that meaning she has no horns or tail, her tale of how she became a Succubus is really, for me, one of the most engrossing parts of it. It isn’t so much the how it happens, but what she sees, feels, and thinks that is a change from how such things are normally done. While there are some echoes which harken back to the more… brutal legends… It isn’t about that so much as how Mary tries to deal with being cursed to be a Succubus.

This means that she cannot stay in one place too long and there is something odd about her eyes. Two very important threads in the story which come to haunt her over and over again. Thinking about what the curse means, it makes a great deal of sense what happens as things progress along.

The hardest part of the work is when Mary has managed to lose her hope, force it away from her and try to live what life she has. But then, that’s when she meets Clinton and then the story becomes very interesting. The emotional confusion over him from Mary is intense and very real and true to who she is. More so, the reveals about Clinton are heartbreaking and make him a strong presence in the story as well.

It’s his past, the way things unfold for him, and what, ultimately, he has to face in understanding Mary, but also seeing within himself that ties the threads together perfectly. I did feel that at one point, when he confronts Mary about what she does in the town, that he felt a little less true to who he is. His language changes a bit and while I could understand why that happens, it just didn’t seem right for the words he uses to come from him.

That is a little nitpick I know, but, really after getting an idea of his personality in my mind and his voice as well, that change just… felt odd. I did mention hope for Mary, and in truth there is within Clinton a hope as well. It’s the connection of both, the need to believe in hope and the loss of it, that makes the connection, the spark between the two… perfect.

There are moments that are erotic, but they are not crass. No, they are for the two of them, exactly what they should be. The moment when for Mary, her hope is rekindled and for Clinton the hope he was shown comes clear. Truly one of the most passionate, wonderful scenes that I have read in some time and it left me wanting so much more when the last page came.

Beautifully written, warm, real characters in a situation that both forces them together and at the same time has them draw from each other. It’s not often that a Succubus story makes me cry, and this one did at so many turns.

The story ends, regretfully, at a point which leaves so many questions unanswered. I won’t spoil those questions here but to say that the mark of a good storyteller is to leave you wanting more when the story is done. This one certainly does that and I will be looking for the next tale of these two whenever it should appear…

I hope it will…

I’m giving this work five out of five pitchforks.

The story isn’t over and I really do look forward to what the future holds for Mary and Clinton. There is always the dark around them, but then, there is also their own light to help them. And I do, so very much, look forward to what the future brings…

For it is hope.

 

Tera

Feb 07 2013

Succubi Image of the Week 266

I really like classy Succubi most of all. I think that the more mature and intelligent a Succubi is, the most appealing they will be…

I found a wonderful example of this on DeviantArt this week… And in a way the outfit she is wearing reminds me of one or two that I own which makes it even more delicious…

Office by ToxicKiba

Office by ToxicKiba

This art is called Office and is by an artist on DeviantArt calling themselves ToxicKiba. I found this art here originally and you can see this artist’s page on DeviantArt here as well.

I love the classy look she has, a nice set of horns and a perfect tail for her I think. The outfit really works nicely with her body and look too…

Her pose has a lot of confidence behind it, and that makes it so delicious as well…

Her outfit is very much like one that I wear on occasion, though the one I own is all black in colour, I think of it as sort of a “power” outfit.

And really isn’t that what all Succubi should have?

So many story ideas have occurred to me because of this art, and I hope that I finish some of them soon…

 

Tera

Feb 06 2013

Just isn’t what a Succubus costume should be…

It strikes me that when costumes are promoted they should look good, appear in a photo that flatters them and makes them look better, and, most of all shouldn’t look like they were dropped in muddy water and then handed to the model to wear.

At least I think so.

Demon High Cheerleader Costume

This is called the Demon High Cheerleader Costume, and it comes with a bloody print pleated dress with an attached devil tail, a pair of headband horns and the blue pom-poms.

It sells for $45 US.

Lots and lots of problems with this costume. First of all, why would they use so much blue? It’s not a “devil” or “demon” colour really so that makes no sense to me at all.

The next thing that gets to me is why… Why oh why have blood marks on the costume? What’s the point of that?

It really makes the entire costume look like it was dropped in something and then the model just put it on. I wouldn’t wear this because of the dirty filthy look in the first place, but in the second it just looks so wrong.

I would also like to know who decided that a pair of white heels would work best with this costume. Seriously, make up your mind with the colour scheme please?

The tail is lousy and the horns do nothing for me as well.

I’ll give this a zero and I would rate it a minus 10 if I could honestly…

Avoid. Just don’t do this…

 

Tera

Feb 05 2013

Desires 63

What does a Succubi’s orgasm look like anyway?

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Desires – Needs

By BFSlave and Tera S

Part Twenty-Three

 

There was no doubt in her mind that he was the one. She couldn’t refuse the need within them much longer. She reached a slim hand between her legs and wrapped her fingers around his hardness. She knew that he was so hard and ready for her, but she held off from mounting him for a time. She looked into his eyes and didn’t say anything but growled softly instead. She knew that the next moment was irreversible. She bit her lip and was about to release him and turn away when he spoke four simple words.

He looked into her eyes and said, “I want this. Forever.”

She smiled and managed to whisper back, “I want this… Forever…”

She mounted him so achingly slowly. She felt a shiver of pleasure explode along her spine and then it carried up the length of her tail. The feeling concentrated in the tip and then it began to glow like a small green sun. Gently his hard stiffness glided into her so wet pussy and they began to ride towards their mind-blowing climax to come. She let out a long growl that vibrated within both their bodies as she finally rested herself against the base of his cock. She was about to say something when she let out a gasp of surprise.

Her tight pussy clenched against his hardness, and then something she had never felt before but in a dream happened. It began with every nerve ending in her pussy suddenly being brought to full awareness of him. She tossed her head back and gasped out a scream of surprise as it happened, but that was only part of it. He took that moment to raise his hands to her breasts and pinch both of her nipples as the pleasure rocketed through her. She so nearly came like that, she so nearly broke with the pleasure he gave so freely to her. She drew back from that moment quickly trying to calm herself as the sensations from him being within her tore through her body and mind. It was so hard and so hot within her. It was exactly what she had been shaped for so long ago in the past. She felt as if for the first time she was truly loved for what she was in truth and not as another’s fantasy woman made real.

He suddenly leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. At the same time he thrusted his hips to drive further within her and she quaked in the pleasure in surprise. He pressed his body against hers, crushing her breasts against his chest as he did. She looked at the love in his eyes in a haze of pleasure. He leaned close to her eat as he said, “You feel absolutely incredible.”

She couldn’t help herself and smiled, but that smile quickly became a long moan as Derek kissed her cheek, and then moved his cock within her so slowly and perfectly. She was amazed. No one had ever made her feel like this before. She was so full of red-hot desire, yet so wanted at the same time, so loved, so emotionally at ease.

She panted out, “Yesssssssss Derek…. Oh yessssssssss….” Then it was as if she was on automatic as she began to pump him in and out of her pussy. Each stroke drove her higher and higher in pleasure and she felt the moment arriving so quickly. It was that which he wanted… That which she wanted… There was no denying it now…

It was all too much for her and she was on the point where she had to decide. Did she give in to the pleasures or use them as he wanted them to be used. She needed to decide, but then he took that decision away from her. He suddenly moved back slightly and then pinched both of her nipples between her fingers as she drove herself wildly upon his hardness. She crested over the last barrier within her body and she began moaning again, louder and louder as the power swept over her and those feelings guided her to that seemingly insurmountable place.

As her moans began to become urgent near-screams, she realised that Derek was moaning similarly, and the pleasant realisation came that he felt exactly as she did, and was timing himself to perfection. This sudden insight made her relax fully, so that as this new orgasm tore into her, she could ease into its full effects, and she had the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced at the same time he exploded his seed deep within her.

The glow from her tail’s tip then exploded into a mass of green and black energy. A moment later that energy sweeped over both of their forms and blotted them from view. The glow grew stronger and stronger until all of the detail in the room was washed out. Soon all that remained on top of the bed was the glowing ball of power and the screams of pleasure from them both within it…

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Probably a good thing it doesn’t happen tooooooo often…

 

Tera

Feb 04 2013

Storm Clouds: Remembering before we continue…

It’s been a long time since I have written anything for Storm Clouds and, as such, I wanted to do a bit of a review of where the story is right now before I continue things…

I hope to be able to write every week from here on, at least I hope to.

I may interrupt the story now and again to post other stories that have gotten my attention, but we’ll see if that happens or not…

As a reminder, the story of Storm Clouds to where it is right now, can be found here on the Tale.

And now… A word from our sponsor… In a way that is…

 

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Storm Clouds: Remembering before we continue…

By TeraS

 

The Library of the Realm is a wondrous place.

It’s not just that you can find … anything—which you can. No, the real wonder of the Library is who you might find there or what you might find waiting to be found.

Sometimes you might find Tera there looking through the shelves.

Sometimes you might find Miriam as she resorts the books that Tera doesn’t always quite put in the right place … mostly to tease Miriam, but that’s another story.

And sometimes, on the very rare occasion, you’ll find yourself looking at a book.

Perhaps you’ll discover one very special book that few ever find … It stands on an oak stand, open to be read, but there is something odd about the air above the book.

There are storm clouds.

They cover the book from every direction. Above you can glimpse bits and pieces as the clouds churn and roll around themselves …

“How did she die?”

“I’m here to claim my Sister.”

Then the clouds cover everything for a time again and you ponder those words. Someone’s sister? What happened to her? Why?

The thoughts you have are interrupted as the storm rolls and allows another peek …

“My name is Camilla Addison.”

“Thomas Selleck.”

Who are these people? Is the story about them?

To your surprise you feel a breeze and the pages turn under the clouds revealing more to your eyes …

“Are you all this helpful when it comes to answers?”

“Ask a direct question and you’ll likely get a direct answer, Thomas

The words make you pause as you being to think: “So many questions and not a good answer … yet.”

A flash of lightning and the story changes again on the pages …

“Jane it is, then. What’s your sister’s name?

“Patricia.” 

More voices, more connections are made, but what’s the point of it all? The next reveal doesn’t add much to understanding …

“What’s your name?”

“Tera. My name is Tera.”

That answers some of the questions at least. A story about the succubi, then, but why? You wait a little and the words change again …

“Thomas, tell me. You need to. You have to see that even through that thick skull of yours.”

“Beth.”

It is but a word on a page but there is sadness in that single word that makes rain fall from the clouds which spills onto the floor beneath you. But then, for an instant the clouds part and the book itself glows brightly …

“I didn’t catch your name.”

“You didn’t ask. I’m Bethany.”

“Tom.”

There is so much power in those two names that the clouds cannot stand against them they are pushed away, forced to almost, but not quite, evaporate away … But the light cannot sustain itself and they roll back, stronger now and again you see only glimpse of the words …

“I’m good. You wouldn’t understand.”

“That you lost someone close to you? That you where hurt? Still are? Always will be?”

There is light again in the words spoken in comfort, a small beacon of hope shared … and then the pages darken once more …

“You will pay for this somehow.”

“Perhaps. But you will not harm her. Not now. Not ever. Leave before I take another pound of flesh from you. Leave the way you came or I will make you.”

The words seethe with anger from one, and resolution from the other. Why do they care? Why so they fight? Why?

“No. I have the flaw that makes me always do the right thing.”

“That’s not a flaw. It’s a gift.”

While these words are sad and aching, there is some promise in them … isn’t there?

“I can’t, Tera … I just can’t …”

“I know I’ve been there before …”

The loss is great, awful, overwhelming. But against that are the words that comfort in the face of rage and loss …

“Not that … you love her so … Do not give up on her, please.”

“Only if she gives up on me, Ma’am”

There is loss again from another. Darkness is everywhere it seems, but why? …

“Find who did this and hurt them.”

“Why hurt them when you are doing something so much worse. You can show them that they won’t win.”

Promises? Hopes? A goal? To what end? …

“You know, I feel like I was pushed into this. That you and Tera conspired to get me involved and make me stay in it.”

“No. We did not. I gave you the card. I gave you the chance to walk away.  You decided that you needed to find out more and you came into our world. Do not confuse the sight of an open door with walking through it. You had the choice. You made it.”

The feeling of betrayal, of the truth not being spoken and the answer that seems to, if not completely, make the truth clear …

“So tell me: What’s your name, anyway? You know mine already, so I’ll skip the introduction.”

“I’m Jane.”

Something revealed not meant to be? What happened and why did that happen? …

“Say hello to Ginger.”

“If that’s Ginger, I don’t want to meet Mary Ann, thank you.”

“That’s Mary Ann.”

Is it an inside joke, or something else? Perhaps a chance to learn something more? …

“Was it your fault?”

“I was overconfident … and stupid.”

Perhaps a fatal flaw in someone? To what end? …

“You cannot stop me.”

“I don’t have to stop you exactly … I just have to make things more … abrasive for you, don’t I?”

Again the two sides face off against each other. What do they both want? …

“Pick one. Which is worse?”

“I think I am.”

The past appears to make the present tremble in what it has wrought …

“Tera … please … he’s not …”

“Yes Daughter … I know … I know …”

Is that bemusement in the face of disaster? Why? …

“It will not be long. Promise.”

Who is waiting? For what reason is this being trapped? …

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

“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.”

More voices, one of confusion, one of dominance, both connected to a third … and one who was once a fourth …

“Well … that explains a lot.”

“Damn it, Tera! We don’t have the right to do this!”

What did Tera do? Why is the other so angry about this? What did they learn and what are the implications? …

“How’s that working for you?”

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

Again the threat among them all rears it’s head. What does it want? Why has it done what it has? …

“Got any ideas? I left my holy hand grenade in my other pants.”

A threat? Is there a way out? …

“No, but you do love him, don’t you?”

 “Yes.”

Then the clouds covered the pages again … so dark … so very dark … But, beneath the storm clouds, under the rain, between the flashes of lightning …

… there is a small glow of light.

For, in spite of the storm clouds, there is always light to be seen …

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