Oct 12 2012

Darkstalkers Resurrection announced by Capcom…

You’d almost think that it was a coincidence that yesterday I shared an image of Morrigan wouldn’t you and Capcom announced that they will be releasing a sequel to the Darkstalkers video game called Darkstalkers Resurrection…

I found the poster they are using to promote the game… I like that it’s focused on Morrigan…

Darkstalkers Resurrection Poster

Darkstalkers Resurrection Poster

I do have to say that I would have liked a bit more seductive look for Morrigan… But then this is a fighting game so…

Some details:

The new game is planned to arrive in early 2013. It will be available on PlayStation Network and Xbox Live Arcade. It will feature Night Warriors: Darkstalkers Revenge and Darkstalkers 3.

From the screenshots and a news release frop Capcom, the game appears to be a port with better HD graphics, filters and standard fighting game modes such as a Challenge/Tutorial mode. The same will include GGPO-enabled online play and replays that can be uploaded to YouTube as an option.

The game will cost $14.99 or 1200 Microsoft Points.

Will I buy it?

Probably… After all, I do try to get my tail on anything with a Succubus in it…

Of course, I will likely never really figure the game out, but that’s just me…

Stay tuned…



Oct 12 2012

A Review of The House on the Hill 2 by Carl East

The House on the Hill 2 by Carl East

The House on the Hill 2 by Carl East

On Sunday I reviewed the story The House on the Hill by Carl East. When it first came out, it looked as if the story would end there, which really bothered me a lot. However, the author did write a second part to the story, which I will be reviewing as well today on the Tale. The thing of it is… I really think the author would have been better served to make the two parts a single story… Perhaps that will happen, but I expect not…

  • Title: The House on the Hill 2
  • Author: Carl East
  • Publishing Date: May 15, 2012
  • Length: 5,500 Words
  • ASIN: B00793IXQ4
  • This work at Smashwords.com

The story is about:

The Succubus, Serena, is stuck in limbo and when she is freed, she is more than appreciative. In fact, she’s so thankful she’s willing to show her rescuers a few of the hidden talents that the Succubae possess. By the time she’s finished showing off her abilities the new owners are going to wish that she would stay.

Earlier this week I review House on the Hill and this work is the second half of the overall story I believe. Serena the Succubus returns, the attempt to release her from her curse didn’t work and once more the owners of the house discover the fun and games that having a Succubus can bring.

It’s a much better overall story than the first book was. It isn’t really just about the erotica, which is a welcome change from the first work. There is more about the powers of a Succubus, what she and do, what the experience is, and what that transforms the relationship of the main characters of the story. It becomes a story of learning about secal experiences, what they bring to relationahips, and how, if you take the chance to explore sexually who you are, you discover things about yourself and the one you love that you never would have expected.

I felt the expanded background of Serena added a lot that was missing from her personality in the first work. There are also moments of her using her powers which I thought were intersting use of the Succubus legends towards what they are capable of.

Regrettably, this work seems to close Serena’s story. However, I had thought the first work did so and then this story appeared. So while there is a finality to the ending, there is always the possibility of her returning in another story or, and I think this is more likely, she appearing to other characters in other places.

Serena becomes more of a Succubus that I like in this work. She is more sensual, but also most thoughtful and more caring. Still, she needs a little more personality, and a pair of horns and a tail for my personal tastes. Nonetheless, a vast improvement from the first time she appeared.

The erotic moments are much better, more involved, and more descriptive, which I enjoyed. The story was not driven by them however, it is not a hot flash as much as a moment in a larger story I felt. Lovely anf hot, but not so over the top as to be silly ot seem like the author was not paying attention to the relationships in the story.

It’s a bit of a shame that the two works were not released as a single larger story. While it would make the entire work only 20 pages or so, that is a good core of a longer, more involved tale I think. And I would like to see that. I can see a novel about Serena, from her being trapped in the house by the wizard, which we never see, through her relationship centuries later with the couple that free her, to, what I would hope would be something greater for her.

I can hope at least.

Much better written and I would ask the author to go back and reedit or rewrite the first story to make it as good as the second is.

Four out of five pitchforks.

Much better read, much better story.


Oct 11 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 249

I decided that we should have another Morrigan Aensland artwork as the Succubi of the week, and I really like this one quite a lot…

Morrigan Aensland By Belliun

Morrigan Aensland By Belliun

You can click on the image here to see a larger version of course… This work of Morrigan Aensland is by and artist calling themselves Belliun on DeviantArt. You can find the page there I found this work on here and the artist’s page can be found here.

I like this work for several reasons… I like the vignetting of this art, it adds quite a lot to the mood of the art, which is sort of a “Morrigan captured in a moment of surprise” look. Love her hair, lots of texture and shades in it which I like… Her pose is sexy-cute which for Morrigan is a lovely look… She isn’t over the top in style, which again means a lot to me as well…

The artist noted that they are creating a Lilith Aensland work and then creating one with the two of them together which I think will be a wonderful image when it is, I hope. completed…

Please visit their site on DeviantArt, the artist has this work available as a print for purchase as well which is a lovely touch by them to do so…

They have all sorts of interesting art there as well, anime and otherwise, and I think that readers of the Tale will enjoy them quite a lot!



Oct 10 2012

A neat little mask and horns…

If I can’t find a decent costume for Halloween, maybe I can find a decent mask with horns… I mean, really, that can’t be that hard to find can it?

Or maybe it can?

Horns Mask

Just a simple mask with horns… Nothing really odd about it is there? It sells on several sites on the internet for around $8. It’s a metallic red eye mask with PVC horns that has a hard exterior but does have padded fabric inside and an elastic to hold it in place.

I’ve seen and worn better than this honestly…

Oh it doesn’t look that bad, but… I just am rather cold over it…

Mind you, with the right metallic red dress?

This could be an neat final touch for it, but I would have to change how it stays in place I think… I think that some spirit gum and removing the elastic would help to make it look a bit better…

I’lll give it two pitchforks out of five.

Mainly because it’s given me an idea to ponder…


Oct 09 2012

Desires 49

And the big question arrives as it is want to do…


Desires – Needs

By BFSlave and Tera S

Part Nine


She left her hand there between his for a time letting him feel her energies as they tickled across him. She wanted to just take him away from here and make his dreams come true. But she couldn’t just do that to him. He wasn’t a simple encounter to keep her going. He was so much more than that.

She sensed that he was offering himself to her before the words had left his lips. A lesser being could have just ensnared him, wiped his mind and made him a plaything. She wasn’t a lesser being. That would be something she would never willingly do. Especially now. Especially with him….

She slipped off the barstool and pressed against him, her breasts just brushing so gently against his chest as she did so. She reached a hand to cup his cheek and shivered from the pleasure of that simple contact with him. As he watched, she took a deep breath and prepared to ask the question of him that her heart demanded she ask.

She then looked into his eyes and said in a deadly serious tone, “Be careful whom you give your soul to. You will never get it back…”



I keep warning people about that don’t I?



Oct 08 2012

Wholesome. Addicted. – Part Four By TeraS

This is the fourth of what has become five parts of what was supposed to be a three part story called: Wholesome. Addicted. It tells the story of one of my Succubi named Laila, how she became one of my Realm and what that all means. Laila is the mascot of a podcast called Wholesome Addiction and you can find the link to their site in the sidebar to the right of this post.

I want to thank Sean, Beef and the Operator once again for allowing me to write a story about her. I think she’s really something special and I hope that by the end of this story, that it will be clear why she is special…

You can find the story in its entirety here on the Tale, or you can have a look at the menu bar under Tera’s Tales.

In the first part of the story we were introduced to Laila, a woman that was an inspiration to many, but didn’t have a lot of luck in her own life. In the second part of the story, the reasons for that become very clear… The third part Laila becomes one of the Succubi

Part four? Someone learns something… Actually two someones do…


Wholesome. Addicted.

Part Four

By TeraS


Hello again my dearest pet. It’s come to my attention that you haven’t … cum, as yet. That I have been stroking you, teasing you, and bringing you to the edge of cumming for … it has been hours now, hasn’t it?

That little spell has made sure you can’t, and you won’t, you know. Perhaps what I need to do is wrap a ring around that cock of yours and parade you in front of all of the other succubi?

You’d like that … Oh yessss … I can see that … you groveling at my boots and whimpering in submission. Just let me attach my leash to your collar and …

Oh, but I have a story to continue, don’t I?

My reply was somewhere between a sneer and sympathy: “Please me? You wish you could, Gabe. I’ve learned a lot about you, and none of it is flattering.”

It might not have been the best of things to say, and the look he shot at me didn’t leave room for doubt. I wasn’t on his Christmas card list … not that it mattered, anyway.

“My name is Gabriel, bitch.”

I couldn’t help my smirk. “Well, calling you “Gabriel Bitch” would be weird. I’ll stay with “Gabe,” if you don’t mind.”

I couldn’t tell if the groan was from what I said to him or if he was in real pain. That was the thing about angels: you couldn’t be exactly sure about them because they always seemed to be aloof, to cover their faults, to … hide.

That could get you in trouble, and Gabe was up to his neck in it. “If Tera hadn’t interfered, you would be worshipping me instead of her.”

“Worship? Really? Just what do you know about succubi, anyway?”

“All that I need to. Go away.”

“No. As much leaving you wallowing in your self pity would be fun to watch, I can’t do that.” I took two steps and then took hold of one of his wings, giving it a tug. His scream of pain answered the question, but left me with another choice to make. “So, you are hurt. Who did you piss off, anyway?”

“Fuck off, Laila. Because of you and your Queen, I am cast down.”

I have to admit that I felt a bit sorry for him. But then I remembered his attitude and that faded … a little, anyway. I gritted my teeth and tried, really tried, not to let him goad me. “No, you did this to yourself. You broke the rules, you were discovered, and you get the consequences.”

When he turned away, it was a bit too much. I grabbed his chin and turned him to look at me and for the briefest moment, I thought I saw a look of fear in his eyes …

… but it couldn’t be.

“Gabe, if you want to end yourself here, if you really want to, that’s your choice. But, as much as that would please me after everything that you did to me, it’s not going to happen.”


“Because, damn you, I know what’s the right thing to do.”

Before he could say anything more or strike out against me in anger, I shifted us back to my apartment, appearing in my living room in a puff of my chocolate-scented smoke. He laid there on my good rug, the ash and dirt staining it, and I growled at him. “You owe me a new rug, Gabe.”

“Buy one yourself.”

He was trying to bait me—that was obvious enough—but I wasn’t going to bite. Getting him to his feet, I first pulled and then shoved him into the bathroom.

“What is your problem, anyway? You don’t like people who have a will of their own? Or is it that you can’t understand why vanilla sex isn’t good enough? Sexually impotent, maybe?”

That sparked a look that I recognized as the pissed off Gabe from when Tera had him by the balls—somewhere that I planned to have him by soon enough … in my own way.

“Let me go before …

The sound of his robes being ripped into pieces by my own hands at least shut him up. I didn’t focus on him as I tore the clothing away. I had a pretty good idea of what he looked like, anyway, and the main thing was to take him down a peg or three. He thought he still had all the cards, but as the last piece of cloth dropped to the floor he discovered otherwise.

I stood there looking him over with a critical eye and then I just had to say, “You know, if I cleaned you up a little and got rid of that attitude of yours …”

He tried to be aloof, but, in spite of what he said next, I could tell he was getting hard … and that started to open him up to his desires … and that’s where I came in.

“Are you threatening me?”

“Me? Whatever could I do?”

He opened his mouth to reply but then stopped as he realized that I had real power now and, if he wasn’t careful, I could, if I wanted to, do things to him just like he tried on me.

“Ah! Is your brain working now?”

He didn’t answer. Of course he wouldn’t; he was too proud to admit anything.

While he stewed over that, I reached into the shower, turned it on, and then shimmied out of my dress. I could feel his emotions, desires, and the one secret that he was holding inside. He held it tightly, so very much so that I couldn’t read it. But I had a place to start and I pushed him into the shower. The water poured over him and bits of ash and dirt started to swirl around the drain.

He tried—God knows he tried—to keep his dignity, but that wasn’t going to stay for long. It started to leave when I lathered up a sponge and started caressing him between his wings. I remembered how they looked before and seeing them like this, feathers missing, some turned black, some worse, really did tug at me. They fluttered a little bit as he grunted … or moaned … it was hard to say, exactly.

I played over his shoulders, along his arms, the dirt leaving and revealing the angel beneath. I knew beauty was only skin deep; it was one’s soul that mattered, and I intended to see his … for my own piece of mind.

My shower wasn’t that large, but it was enough to let me move around to stand in front of him. I couldn’t help the smile that teased at my lips as the soap dripped from his face and body, but he had his eyes closed … so …

… The touch of my hands over his chest and along his flanks did cause a gasp. Kneeling down to clutch his ass and then soap his legs sent a tremor through him. Soon all that was left was his cock … and that was hard … so desperately hard now.

I didn’t do anything for a time after I stood up again. I waited and didn’t say anything until he finally opened his eyes to look at me. I didn’t say a word to him, I just began to rub the sponge over my breasts, the soap coating them… trailing between them… down my body and dripping over my smooth sex.

He couldn’t look away, but he tried to stroke himself.

I slapped his hand away.

“No. I’m not done with you.”

I soaped my hands with the sponge and then stroked him, soap squirting out from between my fingers, making him harder still but oh-so-slick beneath my hold of him. My eyes never left his. I wanted to see his expression, the need in him to cum … to discover what his secret was.

It took less time than I expected. I was genuinely surprised at what he wanted, what he really wanted from me, at least. “That’s it. That’s what your whole problem is.”

For the first time, he tried to be nice. “Laila, please.”

I squeezed his shaft a little bit tighter and stroked it … slowly …

“‘Please’ what, Gabe? You will be more specific … or else.”

What surprised me was that he actually was … nice.

“Please, Laila … I … I don’t want you to stop.”

I knew what he wanted, even if he wasn’t going to say it himself yet. I stopped pleasuring him, washed the rest of him off and then lead him out of the shower by his cock, pressing him against the bathroom wall.

It wouldn’t be good to have him slip in the shower, would it now?

Kneeling before him, my hand started to stroke him once more and I knew that he was getting close to cumming. But being one of the succubi, that was something I could control. A flick of my free hand against his sack and there was no possible way he was going to unless I let him …

… and he knew it.

My lips joined my hand on his cock, just around the head … to tease … to promise more … if he deserved it. His hands tried to touch my head, to control me, but I released him and growled, “Touch me, and you’ll never touch me again.”

He let loose a whine, a needful, quaking whine, and his hands gripped the wall behind him.

Satisfied that he understood who was in control, I once more sucked and tongued him. He was hot … so hot. Up to the tip, my lips cupping him as my tongue stroked the sensitive skin underneath there before sliding down his length and sucking deeper and longer each time.

His hips bucked, wanting so much to fuck me … but again, I pulled away and said one single word: “No.”

He tried to move, but a slap of my hand against his shaft made him reconsider it.

“Are you disobeying me, Gabe?”

“No … No, Mistress.”

Well, that was surprising … and I almost lost my grip on him. “So you are mine, then?”

The conflict within him passed over his face … it was so plain to see … and then he decided. “Yes, Mistress.”

The thing about immortals is that, when one gives one’s self to another, it isn’t words. It isn’t a game. It is very, very real and permanent.

I owned an angel. I could hear Tera’s voice in my mind laughing softly … “Oh, Sweetness … remember? I did say that some were lucky enough to have angels …”

Gabe was mine? Then I was going to make damn sure he was never going to do to anyone else what he did to me. Moments later, and he was sitting on the only good leather chair I owned, looking at me in need, his cock long, thick and vibrating in need from the spell I had on him.

I straddled him easily, my tail swishing as I hunted him, my wings wide and bright behind me. I cupped his cheeks in my hands and purred, “When you cum—and you will, Gabe—all that self-righteous attitude will be no more. You will be a better angel, you will be a better lover … and you will be mine …”

There was no fear in his eyes, only… relief? I figured out that later.

I was wet, wet enough that as I leaned over him, I dripped onto his cock, making it so much more slick than it was before. I didn’t just take him; oh no, that was something that his ego wouldn’t have accepted.

I teased him by slipping him just into my folds and stopped.

“Whose are you?”

“Yours, Mistress.”

A little deeper now, the tip well inside now, the ridge just beginning to part my folds. It wasn’t heavenly, not just yet, but the moans and pleading said that I was on the right track.

“What are you?”

“Whatever you wish, Mistress.”

Slowly, so achingly slowly, I slid him into my sex, gripping him tightly, telling him that I had him now and that he was not going to escape me … if he ever could.

“I have you now, Gabe …”

“Yes, Mistress … Please …”

I drove myself down suddenly, his hot cock filling me, the sensation of my muscles stroking against him making him buck beneath me.

“You may fondle my breasts, Gabe.”

He didn’t waste a moment and then his lips sucked and licked at one nipple while his hands kneaded my breasts as I held him tight and rocked back and forth and up and down over and over again, my clit rubbing against him as he moved in and out of me. I felt the moment when my powers began to truly come to life, then. I started to glow and, when he saw that I was, he knew that he was close, so very close, to cumming … but not until I was.

I began to go wild, I wanted to just let go, to drain him, to turn him into the plaything that he wanted me to be. It was so tempting … so much so as I lifted myself off of him before driving him within me again so deeply. To possess him, to own him, to leave nothing behind but a willing sex puppet to play with. I screamed in time with him in pleasure as I came closer and closer to finally cumming and claiming him.

His hands were on my waist, my hands in his hair as I pressed my lips against his and began to draw his essence out and consume it. It wouldn’t be long. He was weak, I was young and powerful and …

… and Tera’s words came to me.

“Do the right thing. Always.”

I broke the kiss, but the power wanted out of me. If not to take him, then what?

I felt the flutter of my orgasm, I screamed in time with his as the spell broke and he finally came with me and then …

… I blacked out.

When I came to, I found myself still with Gabe’s cock driven into me and sitting on top of him. He looked … better. Not just physically so, but there was an aura around him that felt … different. He gently pushed up beneath me and I moaned, which brought a smile to him.

“Hello, Laila.”

The hate wasn’t there. There didn’t seem to be anything like that or any self-absorbed emotions within him, and I worried that I had gone over the edge.



“What happened?”

“You taught me what being an angel is about.”

That didn’t answer my question. My agitated tail must have been a clue, because he continued: “In spite of what I did, what I said, you did something that no one else would do. You gave me my fantasy. It was all about you, Laila; it wasn’t about me. I have … I have to show others a side of me that I’m not. You pushed that aside to make me be myself.”

The confusion was beginning to turn into a migraine.

He touched my chin with a hand and then drew me to him, and for the first time I felt an angel’s kiss of love …

… and all was right with the universe.

“I never understood why angels would be with succubi or incubi or both. They never explained it to me; they only said that I needed to know. I didn’t want to. To give you control, to let you do whatever you wanted to me, that’s … so hard.”

I gave his cock a squeeze: “mmm … seems to be very hard right now, Gabe.”

He smiled, and I discovered that I could forgive him, and that was the right thing to do. Tera’s words made sense now, and that sense gave me two things I didn’t have before: a reason to do the right thing, and a means to do it.

I did the right thing. What I didn’t expect was finding that I liked Gabe’s new attitude and that he needed me … at least enough that I was invited to an angel Christmas orgy … and I learned things there that made me wet for months afterwards.

It only got stranger the next day when … Ah, but that’s for another time isn’t it, pet?

For now, I have plans to show you off, don’t I? If you behave, I might even let you cum …


Next time Laila’s story comes … or rather cums … to a conclusion. Or is it a beginning? It can be hard … so very hard … to tell, sometimes …




Oct 07 2012

A Review of The House on the Hill by Carl East

Hot flash stories are not a bad thing. Many of them are my personal favourites about Succubi for various reasons… But the thing is, sometimes putting too much into the setting, the place, or the time to set up the story takes so much away from actually reading the work that it suffers… In a longer story that’s not a problem, but a short one? You kind of have to get away from the “tell” and give the reader more “show.”

The House on the Hill by Carl East

The story is about:

After discovering that the house they want to buy is supposed to be haunted, Sandy and Mike decide to take it anyway. It’s just too good a deal to pass up. However, when they move in, they discover that the house does indeed have another tenant it’s just not a ghost.

Sandy and Mike are a young couple looking for their first house. They eventually find out a little bit out of town that has a lot going for it, but, just before they agree to buy it, the find out the truth…

It’s haunted.

Oh course being modern people, they don’t believe in ghosts and move in. Everything is fine until a naked woman appears out of thin air and… well.. Let’s say that the couple is taken by her and they find their sexual horizons broadened… a lot.

They eventually find out that the woman is one of the Succubae, and she is trapped there, and the couple with their new found Succubae bas to figure out what to do from that point on…

I liked the story for the most part really… I thought that all three characters, Mike, Sandy and Serena, who is the Succubus of the story, were really well fleshed out, had a history and seemed very real as a result.

I enjoyed Serena using her powers on the couple, and the mind control that seemed to be part of that was really well done and I enjoyed it. The sex was hot, lots of heat to be seen and nicely described I thought as well.

My problem comes from the beginning of the story. I don’t quite understand why the author had to write so much about the house. We learn about the kitchen, the hallways, and so on, but all of that really isn’t important to the overall story I thought.

It also make the beginning of the story very tedious to read through… it sort of felt like I was reading a home improvement magazine and that just sat wrong with me.

One that was past however and Serena made her appearance, things changed for me. I become very interested in the story, about what Serena was doing and what her effects over Mike and Sandy.

The conclusion went in a way that I didn’t expect really, but did make me smile and wonder what really happened at the climax of the story. I have my own thoughts on that, but talking about it would spoil so much of the story that I won’t.

But I will say that the powers of a Succubus are something that one shouldn’t trifle with… especially with regards to mind control that is…

The author writes well, there was really nothing that took me out of the story, which I was thankful for because when the hotter scenes appear, that could have happened easily enough.

Overall the story is a bit short, I could have used more time in the resolution of the story instead of the sort of summary that appeared. I think that reducing the descriptions of the house a bit and adding more to the “solve the problem” parts of the story would have been  a good idea.

There is an open door at the end of the story that could make this a series of stories. If that happened, I would be interested to see if Mike or Sandy were changed in more ways than we obviously see in this story.

The author continued this story in a second work that I will review on Friday… There is a lot left unsaid and since the introduction and setting they have already done, then I hope they devoted more time to story…

I’ll give it three pitchforks out of five.

Too much set up for a hot flash hurts this story a lot, but the hot sex scenes and the appearance of mind control in it really makes a difference…