Sep 08 2012

A neat Morrigan Aensland speed drawing YouTube…

I found another Morrigan Aensland art in progress YouTube this week… What’s interesting to me about it is that it has Morrigan with blonde hair and that’s something not seen very often…

And in case you can’t see it on the Tale…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BN7uRb5wnW0

And one screenshot of the work as well…

Morrigan Aensland by Makushino2

Morrigan Aensland by Makushino2

This is a neat stylized bit of Morrigan art, which I do like quite a lot really… I have to say that I can understand why she doesn’t appear with blonde hair very often. It really doesn’t quite look right for her I think.

As always, but it is of course her particular style, she is a bit over endowed, which seems to be just the way things are with Morrigan. I like the pose, it plays to her character well, and there is a bit of mischievous in her look as well which works really nicely too…

If you would like to see more of this artist’s drawings they have many such videos on YouTube to watch here.

 

Tera

Sep 07 2012

A lovely Victorian style Succubus necklace…

And once again, I found it on etsy.com where it seems quite a lot of artistic talent connected in some way to Succubi appears…

Like this…

My Sweet Succubus Pendant by Autumn Bear Studios

My Sweet Succubus Pendant by Autumn Bear Studios

Sorry if this is a bit small, but I have links to share as well, so you can see this better there… This creations is by an artist on etsy.com that sells their works under the name Autumn Bear Studios, and this is a necklace with a small pendant placed in the middle of it that has a victorian scene of a man running away from a woman that also has a pair of wings upon her.

I found this work here and you can see the artist’s store here as well… Their name is Amber Leivo and their art in making pendants and necklaces with a Victorian or something of a more antique look to them and I think they are just wonderful…

I have been thinking about something of a more classic, or, Victorian, look for a Succubi costume this year for Halloween, and I do believe that this lovely work will go perfectly with it…

And for less than nine dollars, it’s a temptation that I won’t be resisting…

Please do visit this artist’s site and enjoy their talents!

 

Tera

Sep 06 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 244

I love fun works of Succubi Art… and while the artist that created this week’s Succubus calls her a Devil Girl, I think the fun of this work makes her more of a Succubi and so…

Devil Girl Garnet Diya by Hooksnfangs

Devil Girl Garnet Diya by Hooksnfangs

This work is called Devil Girl Garnet Diya and is by an artist on DeviantArt calling themselves Hooksnfangs. I originally found this work here on DeviantArt and you can find Hooksnfangs’ artist page here as well.

You can’t help but smile at this lovely piece of art… There is so much life in this character isn’t there? A nice seductive smile, a playful pose, really sexy outfit… All of it gives her life and that’s important isn’t it?

No wings or hooves which I like a lot really, that is my preference has I have said many, many times. Her horns are quite large of course, but, the artist’s style makes them look exactly right for her and that’s quite an accomplishment I think.

They have drawn two other Succubi, or Devil Girls as well that they shared on DeviantArt and over the next two weeks, they also will be Succubi of the week…

But this one is my favourite of the three by far…

 

Tera

Sep 05 2012

A Sparkly costume as a Succubus?

Sparkly things are not always a good idea. Sparkly Succubi are one of those… and wearing this sparkly costume is not, at all, a good idea…

Sequin Devil Costume

This is called the Sequin Devil Costume, which at least makes some sense looking at it…

This costume comes with a red sequin corset, red tutu skirt, a pair of devil horns, a tail and a pair of long red satin gloves.

The pitchfork, stockings, and jewelry the model is wearing are not included, and it sold originally for $120, but it can be found for as little as $90…

I’ve never liked tutu skirts, never will for various reasons, but the main one is that I just don’t see them as being sexy… especially if you are trying to look like a Succubus.

The corset has some possibilities, but with that corset it just loses something in the end. Sparkly horns I never have thought much of either. And I have to assume the tail is sparkly as well, which means it looks lousy, so all in all, there isn’t a thing to really like in this costume idea…

That’s a shame because I think I could make something of the corset at least, but, honestly there are better ones that can be had that look so much better…

I’ll give this a half pitchfork out of five.

Just not what I am looking for exactly…

 

Tera

Sep 04 2012

Desires 44

It’s just that first look, that first moment, that really matters doesn’t it?

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Desires – Needs

By BFSlave and Tera S

Part Four
He felt mesmerized by this woman. Her beauty was so impossibly perfect. He stared at her, into those eyes. Those glowing gems that held him transfixed. He could swear he heard some sweet voice in his mind, telling him he didn’t belong there. He just figured it was some distant conversation drifting into his ear. Stop staring at her and go say something. She’s gonna think you’re some kind of freak the way you’re staring at her. But he just couldn’t bring himself to move. The same old self doubt came pouring into him. Right. Like I could get anywhere with her. She’s only the most beautiful woman on the planet. It’s only a matter of time before some guy comes up that she won’t reject and I’ll have yet another buddy.

Dancers broke the entrancing woman’s eye contact and, after shaking his head and chalking the moment up to a fluke, he started to go back to his Coke. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the crowd part again. He looked over at the mystery woman and saw that she had looked away. His heart started to sink before he noticed that she had only done so to push her chair away from her lonely table and stand up. He found himself eye-to-eye with her yet again. She straightened her oh-so-short dress and began to walk toward him. Once again, he couldn’t look away. It was as though some invisible hand, with soft, delicate fingers, was holding his head in place, not allowing him to move. Not that he wanted to.

Oh wow. Is she… could she be….? Oh wow. He watched her walking through the crowd, almost like they were moving out of her way. He looked at her legs. Long, shapely, the fabric of her hose shimmering in the flashing, colorful lights. They got fuller and thicker as his eyes travelled upward to her round, curvy, feminine hips. Hips that rocked back and forth with a powerful, hypnotic, sexual elipse caused by her stilettos. Her waist was smaller, but not tiny. Perfectly proportioned. Her breasts bounced, jiggled, swayed. The way they moved in that dress. They were amazing. Full, round, firm, yet so very soft. As spellbinding as they were, he had to look back into those eyes. He could stare into them forever. But just when she was halfway across the dancefloor, the crowd swallowed her.

He fell into a panic. He stood up and craned his neck trying to find her. He didn’t care how it looked to anyone. But, she was gone. His heart sank again as he sat back down. Just then a voice, a sweet, beautiful, sensual voice came from right beside him. “Would you mind some company from a lost soul?” He looked over…. and there she was. “Uh.. yeah. I mean, no. No, I wouldn’t mind.” He could barely think. She was so close now and just as perfect. Her perfume was intoxicating. It kind of smelled like cherries. She leaned forward and he couldn’t help but take a long look at her indescribable breasts. Her cleavage seemed like a deep abyss, and he wanted nothing more than to fall in and never be found. He barely noticed her sliding his drink from his hand. He managed to pull away from her chest and watch her take a sip from his straw. Her lips were a beautiful shade of red and he never wanted to be a straw more in his life. He snapped back to his senses as she spoke again, “I find regular Coke so sweet…. And you are sweet enough aren’t you?”

He blushed at the compliment. “Um, thank you. So are you. Uh, are you new in town? I’ve never seen you here before.” He groaned under his breath at the cliched, corny line he just uttered. But, it was very hard to think, being this close to such a goddess…

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I don’t think I will ever think of myself that way…

 

Tera

Sep 03 2012

An Incubi’s Tail By JHB

Last Monday was my Eternal’s birthday… For those that know Keith, he doesn’t make a fuss about it, isn’t bothered if no one remembers, and is just as happy no matter what happens on that day…

I will tell you all that he did have a present from me… You can use your own imaginations if you like, but you are likely not quite right in what you are thinking right now…

But…

My Heart, our dear friend, gifted Keith with a present, and, it tells a bit about Keith, why he’s a little different, and what that means in the Realm that we hold dear…

But then, my Heart, he knows…

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An Incubi’s Tail

By JHB

 

Every incubi and succubi of the Realm has two selves: a main self who is seen most of the time, and a tail self, whose personality complements the principal.

Every incubi and succubi, that is, except Keith, Tera’s Eternal.

Keith liked to say that, because he loved both Tera and her Tail completely, his two selves were unified into one. While he could appear as a black tail and as a red tail, he was always himself.  Only Tera and one or two others even remembered his tail self, who tended to be more mischievous than Keith, and who enjoyed meddling.

One of Keith’s great gifts was in seeing the world that was around him and capturing it for others to see.  He always saw and showed things just as they were, but it was said that his tail self liked to shift things around to his personal preferences.

But that tail self was never around any more . . . everybody was pretty sure of that.

Keith loved seeing the world around him, and was looking out from his porch in the human realm one day when he spied a young man and a young woman having a first, nervous, tentative, awkward meeting. There was a certain beauty in their shyness, but Keith knew enough about the ways of love and romance to tell that this fellow wasn’t going to get anywhere.

Ken was a gawky, gangly eighteen-year-old freshman at the local university, who had still not grown into some of his features, including his horn-rimmed glasses. While his features were pleasant enough, his pubescent acne had not entirely abated, and he had a self-conscious stammer. But he had a charming smile and sandy hair that sometimes fell across his forehead. His skill at the pottery wheel and his sensitive, smooth clarinet playing were getting lots of positive attention from teachers and even a few outside the school. Unfortunately, these were not the sorts of features that tended to make a teen popular among his peers.

Tammy was a shapely nineteen-year-old with creamy skin, chestnut hair, a quick wit and a winning smile. She wasn’t a frumpy dresser, but she also didn’t dress all that provocatively. Her beauty drew lots of attention, and most of it made her uncomfortable—especially attention from those who imagined and spread rumors of her escapades as a “hot date.” The truth was, the young botanist dated very little; she preferred quiet evenings with a little informal food and quiet conversation, and maybe a movie (though a walk through a museum, art gallery, or park would be better). Still, men of her age, anxious to show off, having made assumptions about the kind of woman she was, took her to loud clubs and bars and wanted to end the evening horizontally.

The older men who asked her out were worse, by the way.

Keith watched as the young man approached the young woman, expecting something beautifully sad to happen, something from which one—or perhaps even both—of them might learn something important. Keith had been human before he was incubi; he knew, in a way that most of his kind didn’t, that wise humans learned from the painful experiences. While he was as dedicated to bringing people joy and pleasure as any of his sisters and brothers, he knew that some things needed to play out.

Ken held his breath, screwed up every last ounce of his courage, and walked up to Tammy. “Hi, I’m Ken,” his voice cracked slightly, “and you and I have the same Western Civ. Class. I’ll bet you aren’t even interested, but maybe you’d let me take you out to a club or somethin’? I know you’re really hot, and you’ve got lots of guys, but maybe we could go to a club sometime.”

“No thank you.” Tammy was polite, but curt, and rather disappointed. She knew who Ken was, and had even heard him play a rather soulful solo once. She had hoped he would be different.

Keith watched as the young man approached the young woman, expecting something beautifully sad to happen, something from which one—or perhaps even both—of them might learn something important Keith had been human before he was incubi; he knew, in a way that most of his kind didn’t, that wise humans learned from the painful experiences. While he was as dedicated to bringing people joy and pleasure as any of his sisters and brothers, he knew that some things needed to play out.

He blinked for a moment, and shook his head, wondering at a sense of déjà vu he felt.

Ken held his breath, screwed up ever last ounce of his courage, and walked up to Tammy. He was so glad for the free sample of some acne cream he’d gotten, that had really cleared up his complexion. “Hi, I’m Ken,” his voice cracked slightly, “and you and I have the same Western Civ. Class. You’re a real hottie, and I’m not too shabby. Maybe you and I could hit the clubs sometime.”

“No thank you.” Tammy was polite, but curt, and rather disappointed. She knew who Ken was, and had even heard him play a rather soulful solo once. She had hoped he would be different.

Keith watched as the nice looking but oddly nervous young man approached the young woman, expecting something beautifully sad to happen, something from which one—or perhaps even both—of them might learn something important. Keith had been human before he was incubi; he knew, in a way that most of his kind didn’t, that wise humans learned from the painful experiences. While he was as dedicated to bringing people joy and pleasure as any of his sisters and brothers, he knew that some things needed to play out.

He blinked for a moment, and squinted, looking hard. Had he been here before? Why did this seem familiar, but different?

Ken held his breath, screwed up ever last ounce of his courage, and walked up to Tammy. He had been really lucky lately, winning that membership to the new gym six months ago, and just recently getting that free sample of acne cream that really cleared up his complexion. “Hi, I’m Ken,” his voice cracked slightly, “and you’re Tammy, right? You and I have the same Western Civ. Class. You’re a real hottie, and I’m not too shabby. Maybe you and I could hit the clubs sometime.”

“No thank you.” Tammy was polite, but curt, and rather disappointed. She knew who Ken was, thought he was cute, and had even heard him play a rather soulful solo once. She had hoped he would be different.

Keith watched as the nice looking but oddly nervous young man approached the deeply attractive but quiet young woman, expecting something beautifully sad to happen, something from which one—or perhaps even both—of them might learn something . . .

Wait! Something was very wrong here; some sort of interference, and clearly not human. Keith briefly thought about how his tail self used to like to interfere, but they were united now. Yes, he was sure of that. Besides, there was no sign of an incubi, and he was right there.

Ken held his breath, screwed up ever last ounce of his courage, and walked up to Tammy. He had been really lucky lately, winning that membership to the new gym six months ago, and just recently getting that free sample of acne cream that really cleared up his complexion. “Hi, I’m Ken,” his voice cracked slightly, “and you’re Tammy, right? You and I have the same Western Civ. Class. You’re a real hottie, and I’m not too shabby. Maybe you and I could . . . have coffee sometime.” He was going to suggest clubbing, but, for some reason, he thought better of it.

“Yes, the might be . . .” Tammy was polite, and entertaining the idea. She had just gotten a promotional gift certificate to that new store at the mall, and had decided to get something that showed off her bust just a bit more. She knew who Ken was, thought he was cute, and had even heard him play a rather soulful solo once. She had been hoping he might ask her . . .

She felt his hand reach around to the small of her back. “No! No!” Tammy panicked and ran away, sobbing.

This was getting out of hand. Keith had wanted to let this run its course, but this was not its course. He stepped off his porch, through the portal into the royal castle of the Realm. His red horns and tail were clearly visible, but his face was scrunched up in concentration. This was a step sideways in mortal time, and he had to engage the portal just right. “One . . . two . . . seventeen . . . six . . .” he could be heard to mutter before leaping back in.

Ken held his breath, screwed up every last ounce of his courage, and was ready to walk up to Tammy. But there was this kind-looking fellow with very kind, very insightful eyes standing in front of him: “Hey, hold up kid! Do you know what you’re going to say to her?”

“Well, ummmm . . . I’m not sure, but I’ve saved up to take her to a club.”

“Does she look like somebody who wants to go to a club?”

“Well, she’s really cute . . . I mean hot, and  . . . “

“Does she look like somebody who wants to go to a club?”

“Well, I’ve heard . . . I mean, lots of guys must take her out to really swinging places.”

“Where so you usually see her—besides class, I mean?”

“Well, the library, the art gallery . . . I see her taking walks by the lake sometimes . . .”

“So now, think. What kind of a place might you and she be comfortable? What kind of place could you feel comfortable asking her to go, where she might see a good side of you?”

Ken stood. He thought. He walked over to Tammy, not even stopping to wonder where the stranger had gone. “Hi, I’m Ken,” his voice cracked slightly, “and you and I have the same Western Civ. Class. And I think . . . ummm . . . I think you have looked over some of my pottery in the campus gallery. I’m . . . I’m gonna be sitting in with a jazz combo at the coffeehouse on Third tomorrow night. Would you . . . maybe . . . like to come over, listen for a bit, maybe have some dessert together?”

Tammy smiled and looked at her sneakers. She had seen Ken in class, and heard him play a really soulful solo once. “Those were your pieces? Wow.” But still, her bad experiences with guys made her nervous.

A “no” was on her lips when she heard a voice that made her feel safe. “Does he really look like any of the other guys you’ve dated? Has anybody asked you to something like this before?’

“Yeah . . . Yes. I think that would be nice.” Instead of smiling at her shoes, she smiled at Ken. “I . . . I have to check on some plants in the campus arboretum. Want to come along?”

Now Ken was smiling. “Sure!”

Keith watched from the porch, smiling a bit himself as the two walked away and Tammy tentatively took Ken’s hand. A familiar pair of arms wrapped around him and, while his Eternal didn’t show her horns or tail here, Keith knew he felt her tail wrap around his waist. There was also the aroma of cherries: “That was a wonderful thing you did.”

“I wasn’t going to do anything, but somebody, somewhere, prodded me into it.”

“Any idea who?”

“Not the foggiest notion.”

Later, Keith stopped by a special mirror in the castle. There were the black horns and tail instead of his red, but it was still clearly him.

Did he see the reflection wink? No, can’t be. He shook his head.

Keith’s tail self was never around any more . . . everybody was pretty sure of that.

Pretty sure . . .

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Mostly sure?

My heart, thank you again for this gift, the smile you brought was wonderful and the joy you bring to us means the world to us both…

Love Always

Tera & Keith

Sep 02 2012

A Review of Perchance to Dream by Wren Emerson

It seems like when the idea of Succubi, and especially one particular Succubus in particular come to mind in some authors, the choice is to go in the direction of horror. Well, not horror completely, but mostly that, there is of course death involved and, as an aside, some sexual tones to spice up the story somewhat…

Personally I don’t care for that idea. Violence mixed with sex doesn’t do a thing for me, but, when it is core to a story, what other choice is there?

Perchance to Dream by Wren Emerson

The story is about:

It’s just a doll. Nothing special unless you know what to look for. People who know are willing to do more than just kill to have her. They’ll die.

This is a rather short story in which we meet a man, the life he leads, the hobby he has, and how that hobby turns into something that isn’t good for anyone.

There is darkness in the story, quite a lot of it, and that seems to be in every character in the story without exception.

It’s hard to talk about this work without spoiling everything in it, but, suffice to say that a Succubus is involved, her effects are widely felt, and in the end, continue to be.

I can’t say that I honestly enjoyed this work because it was mainly horror in theme with a bit of sexual interaction appearing to explain why the characters do what they did. To say it was all about a Succubus herself would be in error as this work really isn’t.

It’s about the victims, one in particular, and what he does in order to possess an odd doll. That isn’t enough to makes this work really be about Succubi, nor the one that appears here really I think. I will say that it’s difficult to enjoy a story when the negative emotions in the story overcome just about everything else.

The writing is very good however, the scenes, characters and moments in it were well done, if not to my taste as I have said. There wasn’t anything that drew me from the story style wise, but emotionally I didn’t enjoy the story which bothers me…

I’ll give it one pitchfork out of five as a work about Succubi…

For horror fans, you would probably enjoy this work more than I did…

 

Tera

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