Dec 01 2012

A cute Morrigan Aensland YouTube sketch…

Time once again for a YouTube video to share here on the Tale… It’s a neat in progress video of a sketch of Morrigan Aensland that I think is quite nice really…

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

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ez23-s9UVQ

And, a screenshot of the final work in case it vanishes from YouTube like so much else has of late…

Morrigan Aensland by PenelopeAndMeARS

This art is by someone calling themselves PenelopeAndMeARS on YouTube, but they don’t share anything else of who they are there… If you look through their channel, there are lots of works of art there, some really interesting in both subject and rendering, but I’ll leave that for you to have a look at if you are so inclined…

I like this mainly because it’s another example of Morrigan not being drawn “over endowed” which is important to me personally…. The style reminds me somewhat of a webcomic that some people might know called The Wotch… mainly in Morrigan’s face and look here, but I am relatively sure that it isn’t the same person drawing this…

I do have to wonder what Morrigan might look like as a finished piece of art and not a quick sketch as this is…

Something to ponder…

Tera

Nov 30 2012

A Review of Tales of the Succubi by Zoe LaMore

Occasionally there are anthology works about Succubi that have some interest to me. In order to have that, they must have Succubi that I care about, a story that interests me as well would be good. But the overriding thing that I want is that the stories aren’t simply about sex. Those are works that to me tell stories about Succubi that I want to read…

Tales of the Succubi by Zoe LaMore

Tales of the Succubi by Zoe LaMore

  • Title: Tales of the Succubi
  • Author: Zoe LaMore
  • Publishing Date: November 20, 2012
  • Length: 36 Pages
  • ASIN: B00AANCL7W
  • This work at Amazon.com

This work contains three stories:

Something New – Delilah is a succubus, and has lived for several thousand years. The world she lives in is fun, but she suffers from the lack of something new. A walk in the early evening in old Savannah shows her that there are still surprising things in store for her, things even older than she herself.

Nane’s Pleasure – Nane’s monthly collection for the Incubi turns into a large party on the beach instead of the solitary hunt she was trained for centuries ago. Collection was a solemn responsibility, but there was no rule that required it not to be fun.

Target of Opportunity – Lida was old even for a Succubus, but she wasn’t jaded. Sometimes in her line of work she discovered a ‘Target of Opportunity’ when she stumbled onto a willing virgin…and in 1954 those were hard to come by…

I’ll review the individual stories and then the work as a whole as I do with anthology works I have reviewed in the past here on the Tale:

Something New – Delilah is one of the oldest succubi, but being one of the oldest means that she has seen and done everything she thinks. An encounter changes her mind when she didn’t expect it to be. The beginning of this story is interesting in that Delilah tells much of what the succubi are in her universe, where they came from and what they must do each other. Those themes echo through the rest of the collection and it is a good explanation for those that are unaware of succubi.

While the background is well done, and the description of Delilah herself is as well, once she is off on her travels she needs to perform, the story turns rapidly into a hot flash involving much oral sex and lots of descriptions of it. When things get more involved, the sex overcomes the story until the climax where Delilah experiences something she never had before.

It is that part of the story that I found to be a little off in that I cannot understand how she could not have experienced the moment before with others. What happens is, to be honest, a regular occurrence and she must have seen it before I would have thought being as old as she is.

It felt like there was much background and story left behind and I do find myself wondering about that quite a lot. Three out of five pitchforks.

Nane’s Pleasure – Nane is a younger succubus, and being more in tune to the ways of the modern world, uses that to her advantage when she visits a beach at night and finds some willing lovers to entertain her. Again some interesting background about the life of a Succubi and Incubi at the beginning of the story, a bit of biological information about them, in particular how a Succubi collects what she must and why she must every month as well.

When she arrives and becomes involved with those on the beach, the story moves into another hot flash with Nane’s thoughts about what happens to her very vivid in the telling as well. She entrances others into doing her bidding which evolves into more sex and in the end, the story tells of the sex and not a lot more until the climax where the story ends in the midst of an orgasm.

Overall, my feelings about this work are about the same as the first story. Nane as a succubus is interesting, but before we can really learn anything about her the personality is pushed aside for the sex and that leaves me wanting. I don’t mind sex, I do mind sex for the sake of it and it felt that way in this story as well.

Three out of five pitchforks here as well.

Target of Opportunity – Lida is quite ancient as succubi go and for her in 1954, things are a bit different. While she is a huntress, the men are as well. Sometimes the hunted are hunted themselves and do not realize it. Again the beginning of the story tells some very tantalizing things about succubi and incubi. Their ancient past, that there is a council, what they are required to do and, as well, what would shame a succubus which I thought was well done as well. But once Lida has chosen what she will look like and goes out on the hunt, the story changes…

Again, the story becomes a series of hot flashes telling of all of the ways that Lida is taken or takes others, teases them and finally collects what she needs to. There are some interesting plot paths that aren’t taken which I would have liked to have seen, but aren’t here.

And the one thing that personally I dislike appears in this story as a hook to be used on men she wants to attract. Now I realize that in the 1950s smoking was seen to be very sexy, but for me it is a turn off and I just didn’t care much when it happened.

Three out of five pitchforks again. Some promise but missing something I think.

Looking at the entire collection, I can see the author making an effort to build a world for the succubi and incubi. I can see characters being shown that I want to be interested in. To a point I ever liked the sex scenes…

But to me, succubi and incubi are more than the sex and in this work overall they aren’t really given the chance to be more than sex dolls which is a shame. If the author extended the works, drew back from the sex a little bit and gave more story I think I would have liked it a lot more than I did.

As a whole, I give this collection of stories about succubi, and the occasional incubim three and a half pitchforks out of five.

A little too much on the hot flash side of things that overcomes what otherwise is a well thought out series of characters, events and situations that could have led into something more than there is here. And it could have been easily double the length it is which is a shame as well…

Tera

Nov 29 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 256

I love cute Succubi… personally I think they are the best kind in a lot of ways… They are sexier, more seductive and, most importantly, they have personality…

And this week’s Succubi has a lot of that really…

Mistaken for a Devil by Grittylust

Mistaken for a Devil by Grittylust

This work is titled Mistaken for a Devil, and is by an artist on DeviantArt who calls themselves Grittylust. I found this work of art here, and you can visit the artist’s DeviantArt page here as well…

The artist noted that he drew this for his Beloved, and I have to say that she’s beautiful and, like the title of the work says, she isn’t a Devil… Oh no, she seems very much like a Succubi, much like I am really…

There is so much to adore in this art… The expression makes me giggle, her tail is fun and cute, which all Succubi tails must be of course. I can’t quite decide if she is wearing normal black knee socks or if she is wearing latex ones, but they look exactly right on her…

Lovely stylized hair, what can I say, I am biased towards long raven locks of hair like mine after all… Such deep green eyes, they fit her looks and poise every so nicely too… I like that her horns, or what appears to be horns, but could be her hair flying about, work so nicely here… Black on black normally doesn’t I think, but in this case… perfect.

Overall, she’s  a deliciously sexy, fun, cute Succubi and for that I thank the artist for creating her and I hope that his Beloved loved the art when she saw it…

I know that I would…

Please do visit this artist’s page on DeviantArt where you can find this work of art and others like this one of a tattoo that this artist created that I enjoyed too!

 

Tera

Nov 28 2012

A 50s-ish Succubus costume isn’t a bad idea really…

I have mentioned before that I really like Betty Page and her looks, but more so, some of the art that I have found of her as a Devil Girl or a Succubus…

I found a costume earlier in the year that I really loved, and I found another one… I just don’t quite like it as much…

This is called the Devilette Pulp Costume, which I can understand sort of, it is after all a throwback to the pulp magazines of the 1950’s so I can live with the name…

I just have problems with some other parts of it.

The costume comes with a velour dress with sequins and feather trim, a detachable tail, a pair of glovelettea, and a pair of glitter horns…

It does not come with the stockings or the shoes of course, and, oddly, it’s not clear in the description if the Betty Page wig comes with the costume or not… Which is confusing…

It sells for about $60 US more or less on the web…

I like the ida of this a lot really, and there is really only one thing I hate about it and that is, of course, the tail… That really looks lousy and I wouldn’t think of wearing that.

Otherwise, as something to wear to a 50’s costume dance or something like that, I would seriously consider it. It’s not too over the top and it looks nice enough really…

But it only really works if the wig comes with the costume and you buy a pair of stockings and shoes to match the outfit.

Otherwise?

I just don’t like it all that much…

I suppose accessories in this case make the costume don’t they…

I’ll give it two and a half pitchforks out of five.

It’s about average really, which is a shame, it’s not close to the other Betty Page Devil Girl costume I found which rated a lot higher than this…

But that’s because it was so much better.

 

Tera

Nov 27 2012

Desires 56

Home is where the heart and soul is… isn’t it?

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Desires – Needs

By BFSlave and Tera S

Part Sixteen

 

He’d never been so aroused in his life. He was drawn to Tera in a way he’d never been to any woman. He felt as though his very soul was on fire. He followed her out of the elevator and into a beautiful apartment. Beautiful was an understatement. Like her, it was elegant, sophisticated, and possessed an almost otherworldly quality. “Wow”, was the only thing he could say. His gaze went back to Tera. The longing in her eyes mirrored his own. He never thought a woman could want him as much as she did. Or at all for that matter. It was like an incredible, sexy dream.

She led him over to the black leather couch in front of the roaring fire. She sat down and patted the cushion on her left. He sat down next to her, the throbbing bulge in his pants not making it any easier. He caressed her cheek and looked into those amazing eyes of hers. In the dim, flickering light of the fire, they took on that glow again. He ran his fingers through her hair and rubbed her cheek as she nuzzled into his hand. She closed her eyes for a second and when they reopened, the glow looked brighter. They were all he could see. He had tunnel vision. It was as though she were looking into him. He surrendered to her eyes. They made him feel helpless, yet cared for. Like she held some hypnotic power over him, but would never abuse that control. She blinked and he came out of his trance. The glow was softer than before. He felt like he’d been staring into her eyes for hours, though barely five minutes had passed.

He once again caressed her sweet face. He rubbed her lips with his thumb. “I don’t know how this happened tonight, but I never want it to end. You’re amazing, Tera. Beautiful, intelligent, sensual, passionate. I feel like I’m under some kind of spell and I love it. I never thought I’d meet a woman as wonderful as you. I’ve never met you before, but somehow it’s like I know you. I can’t explain it. I think….,” he swallowed hard, took a deep breath, looked into her eyes again and said, “I think I’m fallin…”

He was cut off by Tera. She kissed him firmly, pulled away, looked into his eyes, then kissed him deeper. He melted into the kiss. Lips parted. Tounges found their place inside the other’s mouths once again. He pulled her on top of him as he laid back on the couch, their arms around each other. No crowd this time. No elevator doors opening. No distractions. It was just them.

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It’s also the home of much more if you spend the time to look for it…

 

Tera

Nov 26 2012

A Tale of Lilith by James

Last Thursday was the fifth Taleiversay, and today on the Tale I am going to share a wonderful work by my heart that tells of someone in the Realm that I expect no one would have thought would be part of it… The thing of it is… They do belong and who they are in the Realm is, truly, something that made me smile…

To my heart, thank you for adding to the mythos of the Realm and making me smile…

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For Tera’s fifth Tale-iversary: A Tale of Lilith

By James

 

It was a special, rather magic time of the year, when frosty winds whipped off the Lake of Fire with increasing frequency and the white peaks on the Angelkitty Mountains seemed to grow a bit longer with each passing day. More and more incubi and succubi in the Realm were giving up their somewhat revealing summer wear in favor of warm sweaters. This produced interesting effects, since, somehow, succubi and incubi were even more arousing when wearing sweaters than when clad in swimwear and tee shirts; each autumn, bicyclists ran into shrubbery, shopkeepers dropped their wares, mail was mis-delivered, and books in the library were mis-shelved because of sundry woolen-clad distractions.

It should, at this point, be noted how much Tera enjoys wearing red sweaters.

It should, at this point, definitely be noted how much Keith enjoys Tera wearing red sweaters.

Speaking of Tera, it wasn’t long into this magical time of the year before she felt her first chill while sitting in her breakfast nook.  As soon as she had finished her tea, she went off in search of her tail cozies. As she looked in the drawer, she realized that most of them—wonderful, soft, cashmere creations, color coordinated to go with each of her winter outfits—were in terrible shape.  She did have a multi-colored cozy, knitted for her by her friends, but it had been designed to take advantage of each and every one of her tail’s most sensitive and arousing spots; it was best to wear that only with her Eternal, and then only when they had ample recovery time.

It had, she realized, been ages since she had gotten a new cozy.  A scarf-hat-glove set wouldn’t be such a bad idea, either.

Tera had duties in the Library that morning, but she let Miriam know that she would be taking a long lunch: “I have to go visit Lil.” Lil was the finest knitter in all the Realm, and had been longer than anybody even the oldest succubi could remember. Lil had knitted Tera’s first tail cozy, as well as those special cozies her mother the Queen had asked for when she was a teenager, so that her budding hormones wouldn’t get the best of her. Indeed, Mother had told Tera of receiving her first cozy from Lil, and how Tera’s grandfather had one Lil knit in a fine tartan pattern, and . . .

“Why do you call her ‘Lil,’ Your Majesty?” Miriam had broken the head librarian’s reverie.

“What?”

“You refer to everyone by their proper names all the time,” the inquisitive yellow-tail replied. “Why do you always call her, ‘Lil’?”

“Well, because . . . because that is what she has always been called . . . who she has always been . . . I mean . . . well . . .”

Miriam looked confused. Tera was never at a loss for words.

“. . . Well, what I mean is . . . Mother always called her ‘Lil.’ That is the only name I have ever heard for her.”

“Oh, well that makes sense, then.” Miriam quietly returned to her work, putting a proper doormat in from of a recently acquired wardrobe in Children’s Literature.

But yellow-tails  have a way of doing things that tend to . . . well, escalate. And that tendency was stronger in Miriam, for her tail and horns were the brightest yellow that anybody had seen in the Realm in a hundred years.  All through the morning, Miriam’s question kept rolling over and over in Tera’s mind. All the way down the path to her lunchtime appointment, the Succubi Queen wondered.

“Why, hello, Dear . . . I mean, Your Majesty.” Lil rose from her rocking chair and curtsied deeply as Tera entered, and the Queen was reminded, even as she blushed and motioned for her host to sit, how tall and quietly regal the knitter was. As she sat, smiling gently, she tucked a wisp of her silver-streaked black hair—a black deeper and darker than even Tera’s—back into her bun, as her guest noticed the wisdom and even a hint of fire in Lil’s icy blue eyes. Her form wasn’t bad, either, though she had taken to wearing simpler dresses that didn’t always flatter her figure. Succubi never seemed to lose their looks; those looks simply evolved, while all of the allure was still there.

Having explained the purpose of her visit, Tera set about looking through Lil’s yarns, picking just the right colors and textures. Lil even managed to convince her sovereign to consider one or two colors besides red. Then she began her measuring of Tera’s tail. The old knitter had an amazing touch, something of which Tera was reminded as she began to feel a safety and serenity she had never known before—though she began to realize that the felt this way every time Lil measured her tail. As she moaned and purred, she even traded places with her tail-self on occasion; Lil was amused at how Tail always arrived quite naked.

When Tera was herself again, and feeling extremely relaxed and serene, she blurted out, “What is your given name, Lil?”

The old, old succubi arched an eyebrow. She had rarely spoken this name over millennia, but she never lied about it.  “My name is Lilith.”

Tera started for a moment. She couldn’t have just heard what she thought she heard. That name had been forbidden among her kind since time immemorial because of the original Lilith, the mother of them all, and the one who, legendarily, had been the source of all the evil, demonic behavior which her own kind had given so much to overcome. Taking a deep breath, she resumed: “Did you just say . . .”

With surprising agility and swiftness, Tera was flipped onto her back and onto a very soft bed. Where had this bed come from? Her host was straddling her, their bare pussies grinding together. When had they gotten naked?

“I said, my name was Lilith.”

Tera shivered in fear. If she was the true Lilith, then she would be the one person who might, perhaps, completely dominate the succubi Queen, changing Tera and, by extension, her entire world. The fire hinted at in that woman’s eyes before was now a full-fledged inferno. Her tail and horns were a deeper, darker red than Tera had ever seen; the scalloped end of that tail slipped between the supine woman’s pussy lips, and she let out a mind-blowing scream as she almost instantly came very hard in a tsunami of an orgasm.

If this was Lilith, then Tera’s soul, her very nature, was in mortal danger—oddly, “mortal” was not a word she thought about very often—but she just didn’t care. As Lilith’s tail began to withdraw, Tera, growling, grabbed it and started to pull it back into herself. Her host smiled and pulled her up for a kiss that Tera was sure straightened her hair, even as Tera’s fingers found Lilith’s snatch and her tail stroked the spine of the legendary temptress. After about half an hour, the two finally fell back, dripping with sweat, panting, the room heavy with the musk of sex, the sheets soaked with the cum of both women. The Succubi Queen’s famous raven curls were a wild mane of tangles.

With hunger in her eyes, she looked at the First and panted: “More.”

She dove into Lilith’s crotch, her tongue snaking into her host’s velvety flower, even as the older woman began nibbling Tera’s tail in ways that drove her into an even greater frenzy. Suddenly, she felt other mouths and hands: her Eternal was being fillated by Lilith even as he worshiped Tera’s breasts; A flaxen-haired angel was eating Tera out and being penetrated by Lilith; Tail was somehow nibbling behind Tera’s ear, and moving among all of the rest of them.

She heard Lilith’s voice in her mind: “Don’t worry, child. These are the lovers about whom you feel most passionate. Your own libido has manifested them all here.” Then there was a wordless flood of images in Tera’s consciousness: a man in a garden whom Lilith loved deeply; all the ways in which she tried to show him profound passions and transcendent lovemaking, but he, afraid, rejected it all, pushing her away. There were images of someone darker, the air around him tasting of malevolence, offering her a place with him from which she could wreak vengeance on all men. She walked away from that offer, and tried to bring love to others, but some like her chose the dark path, and society responded to her with close-mindedness and fear.

It seems like hours later when Tera is quietly caressing Lilith’s cheek, gazing deeply into her eyes, when she finally finds just a whisper of her voice, “You never dominated me.”

“That isn’t my way. Why would we dominate or submit when we can both share in such unbridled joy?”

“But the stories . . .”

“History is written by those who win. Notice that these stories are not from the Scriptures of the Deity, but from others, others who have chosen to fear what they cannot understand. I am only sad that some of our sisters and brothers were deluded into thinking that this was my way. I am grateful to you, sweet young one, and to your parents, for helping my family into this better path.”

“But shouldn’t you be Queen?”

“I am happy where I am, now. You are doing a wonderful job, and, when you leave here, you will forget all about this visit. But we will find each other from time to time.”

“The way you communicated while we made love . . .”

“You will find that someday, daughter,” Lilith kissed her nose. “You have such a gift in you . . . you have all of my gifts in you.”

By the time Tera had gone up the path back to the library—somehow, only the lunch hour had passed while she had been at Lil’s—all she remembered was ordering some new winter knitwear.

Keith and Tail had no recollections of the incident, and Tera had to assume the angel would be the same. Maybe she had dreamt all of that. Though Keith did begin using the most exciting oral technique on his Eternal’s breasts from time to time.

And, when Lil felt certain urges, Tera felt similar urges to visit, and there would be another wonderful afternoon that the Queen would feel in her deepest soul but not remember.

And the next time some curious person asked why she called the knitter “Lil,” Tera would reply, “Because that is the name she has.”

And she meant it.

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And I mean it when I say thank you my heart… always…

 

Tera

Nov 25 2012

A Review of Incubus Hunter by Kenya Wright

Another Incubus themed story to be reviewed this week on the Tale… One that I really enjoyed quite a lot, but, why is it that authors have it in them to leave a story on a cliff hanger, suggest a continuation, and then not give one?

It really is a pain in the tail at times… Especially with a story that just demands to continue…

Incubus Hunter by Kenya Wright

  • Title: Incubus Hunter
  • Author: Kenya Wright
  • Publishing Date: February 12, 2012
  • Length: 92 Pages
  • This work at Amazon.com

The story tells of:

Whispers swirl throughout the underworld of Carmen, the fanged elf with the violet eyes. They say she hunts incubus demons, not for money, but to clear a debt with a powerful wizard. But time is winding down. Carmen has five days to clear the balance or she loses her daughter. Desperation forces her to go after Blaze. He’s worth two million dollars dead or alive. The hunt begins. She spots him and sets a seductive trap. It’s just business as usual—until she ends up capturing so much more.

Carmen is a vampire elf. Well, that’s about the simplest way to describe what she is, but it doesn’t explain who she is. She’s a woman with a dark past, caught in a trap not of her making and now she must do whatever is necessary. The reason for that is heartbreaking really and it gives her a soul and a heart that through the course of the story grows in many ways…

Carmen is forced to hunt incubi for a wizard, and in doing so she hunts one of the most powerful of all of the incubi, one named Blaze. However, she finds that he knows of her, she cannot fulfill her mission and must go after more dangerous pray.

Blaze isn’t quite the stereotypical incubus. While he is strong, powerful, and erotic, every bit as much as Carmen is, he isn’t what you would define as evil. He is proud yes, but he has a soul, honour, and most of all, he has emotion in him. That’s important in the overall story as there are moments where a stereotypical incubus would be uncouth or uninteresting to me personally.

He never was that in any way really. His actions over Carmen were heart felt and touching, the need within him for her and, eventually, returned by her, made for a tragic pair in a story that deals with the pain that life can bring.

I was a bit disappointed Blaze not having a tail or horns for that matter. Still in spite of that, he is seductive as any good incubus should be. I did find it surprising that one of his weaknesses, and it might be his only one, is something that seemed to be Carmen’s one and only specific ability, which I will not spoil for the delicious irony of it all…

Overall, it was an excellent story, the author does well with settings, characters, and emotions. I did notice a couple of word errors, but only two of them and that’s really quite good considering. I never felt like I was being drawn out of the story at any time, I have to admit that I stayed up quite late at night to complete it, and that’s where my one problem with this work appears.

The ending.

I hate cliffhangers as endings. I don’t mind stories that have the current story end and leave the future open to return to. What gets me is that there is a huge reveal at the end of this story that changes the lives of Carmen and Blaze in a dramatic way, it rocks their lives and world badly and then…

…then the story suddenly stops.

It feels like there should be at least another 40 or 50 pages to the real end of the story, but that doesn’t happen. More troubling, at least to me, is that the doors are wide open to continue and yet there isn’t any sign of that to come from this author.

Now, other things get in the way, I am living proof of that believe me, but darn it all, dropping a huge hint of what is to come, what Blaze and Carmen are thinking at the end, and what has transpired, just is a huge tease and I want to see where this story goes…

Because honestly, there is so much more to tell here than has been…

I’ll give this work four pitchforks out of five.

I have problems with a good story coming to a cliff hanger ending, promising to continue, then doesn’t. If not for that, it really would give a five from me. I’ll be watching of that if it comes with hope…

I’ll hope that the story continues, and if it does, I’ll revisit this review accordingly…

 

Tera

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