Nov 06 2012

Desires 53

Anticipation is…. making me wait…


Desires – Needs

By BFSlave and Tera S

Part Thirteen


She held his hand as they left the club and then she stopped at the edge of the sidewalk. She wanted to have him now. She wanted it so much… As much as he did, but using her magic now would destroy this moment forever and he might not stay with her.

She raised a hand and a taxicab pulled up in front of them. The door was opened for them and a moment later she slid into the back of the cab her long legs disappearing within. After he entered and closed the door she told the driver, “Spria Towers please….”

During the drive there she didn’t say anything, She snuggled up to him in the cab and just enjoyed the warmth of him against her as they were driven through the city. It took almost twenty minutes to get there, but they finally arrived at her home in this city.

As they left the cab, she casually tossed a fifty at the cabbie and then followed Derek out of the cab. They paused for a moment at the front of the building looking at it towering above them. She smiled and said, “Welcome to my home away from home Derek..”

It was a modern looking building that reached high into the sky above the city. The walls were polished chrome and glass with the light of the apartments within shining into the darkness of the night. She took his hand again and they walked towards the main entrance to the building.

The doorman watched them approach and opened the door bowing to her slightly. In a low voice he seemed to say, “Welcome home Miss Tera…” Or was that, “Welcome home Mistress Tera…” The sounds of the city made it hard to tell which was correct…

They walked through the marble lobby together hand in hand. As they did her heels clicked on the marble floor echoing over and over again in the lobby rhythmically. One of the elevator doors was open and waiting as they approached them. A moment later and they were within the elevator. She pressed the button for the top floor and then after the doors closed she leaned against them, the bare back of her dress allowing her bare skin to touch the metal of the doors. Goosebumps cascaded across her back and then as he watched her nipples stiffened from the cold seeping into her body. She moaned and then whispered, “We have forty floors to occupy ourselves with….. Have you any ideas Derek?”



But it’s better that way isn’t it?



Nov 05 2012

Speak into the Air by TeraS – Part One

This is a special story for a special person who asked for something special…

With love always…




Speak into the Air

By TeraS


Tera held the note between her fingers lightly, for the stuff of dreams, hopes, and wishes was so very fragile. She traced a finger over the handwriting: the words were simple, yet asked so much in what they said.

She had received many wishes and dreams in her life. Some were very obvious, such as a wish for her to perform some act or provide some kind of pleasure. But with those, the words didn’t show an understanding of what those in the Realm were, what they believed in.

Some saw them as much less than even that.

This note did not. The soul behind these words did not ask for herself or himself; no, that would have been too obvious. These words asked for something that was not for their author, for what the author wanted was not as important as giving to another.

That made this dream, this wish, one that Tera held and thought about.

It wasn’t asking for her to do something—not exactly—but what was asked for was something that she wanted to have happen, something she wanted to be true, something she wanted to be. But the question was whether she could ask for one of her own to do her a favor.

It wasn’t that Tera couldn’t ask, it was that she didn’t want to impose her will upon another. It wasn’t her way to use her role as the Queen to get what she wanted. It was … difficult for her when that had to be.

What made this wish more than all of the others was that it spoke of one specific individual in the Realm. It told of what she looked like, how she spoke, who she was, and, most of all …

… it told of her name.

Tera read the name once more before folding the note carefully and slipping it back into the envelope it came in. She touched the simple four words written on the envelope’s face of it and sighed.

Breathe Into The Air”: Tera knew exactly which of her succubi this spoke of and that was her main concern. Tera didn’t have, to be honest, the best of relationships with her and that would make what was to come, she expected, harder than it had to be.

Finally, she walked out of her home and made her way across the Realm, note in hand and determination in her stride. She might even get to have a real conversation with the one of whom she needed to ask the favor of.

Lily, in the meantime, wouldn’t know what was coming her way.

Lily, known by Tera by her proper name Lillian, was an amber tail, and that meant that she had a problem that not many others in the Realm had: being amber, she had a mix of the powers of red, orange, and yellow tails. For ambers, the powers were slanted towards one of the three tails that were part of them, but they also had a smattering of the others within them as well. In Lily’s case, her powers were focused on vitality, endurance, and healing.

Which was rather unique in the Realm.

Tera understood, from reading the note, why Lillian might be requested, even if the one who wrote the words wouldn’t, couldn’t possibly know how apt they were. But Lillian had become somewhat isolated from the rest of the Realm, had been for some time now, and that concerned Tera most of all.

While Tera had her Castle in the Realm, she didn’t use it much, save for the moments when someone visited expecting to see the Queen of the Succubi in all of her glory. No, she was always happier to be in her small home in the midst of the Realm with her Eternal and be part of those around her, not above them.

It wasn’t quite the same for Lily. Lily’s home was a small—the word being relative of course—mansion on the southern edge of the Realm, facing the Plains of Dreams. Lily asked for permission to build her home there and it was, Tera thought, one of the most wonderful places in the Realm. But something happened on one of Lillian’s travels out of the Realm, and things had changed.

Tera, not wanting to pry but, in truth, knowing the reason—she was the Queen, after all—could not do more than watch Lillian draw herself within its walls and then just … vanish … from life in the Realm.

Until today: Tera arrived at the hedgerow that surrounded Lillian’s part of the Realm and, after drawing a long breath, stepped onto the cobblestone pathway that lead into her world. As she walked through the garden that lay around Lillian’s home, Tera couldn’t help but sigh a little as she regarded the space around her. Once, long ago, this home had been well looked after: the flowers, trees and more all just so. She had found pride in her home, in what it represented, in what she could do with it. But now the grass was long, the ground unkempt and it seemed as if Lillian didn’t care about anything from the looks of things.

That thought seemed to be more true when Tera arrived at the main doors to Lillian’s mansion and found one door slightly ajar, the wood, once lovingly polished to a shine, dimmed and dingy. If this was how her home was, just how much worse was Lillian herself? The lights were out, the carpets thread worn, dust covered every surface, and, for a moment, Tera was concerned that Lillian wasn’t there, or something worse had happened. But then Tera heard the creak of a floorboard high above her and made her way up the wide spiral staircase towards a dim light that flickered from one of the rooms upstairs. As she came closer, she felt Lillian there and paused outside of the door, wondering if she should really see her.

“Come in, Tera. You’ve come this far, you should see me, shouldn’t you?”

Tera passed over the threshold and found herself in Lillian’s sitting room. She remembered how it once looked, the walls covered in books on life, health, the living world, the carpet a deep blue, a large window facing the gardens outside. But now, the walls were but empty shelves, the carpet threadbare like the others in the house, the window covered in dust, little sparkles of light only occasionally making their way through, and, against the far wall, by that window, Tera found Lillian sitting in a small worn leather chair, looking at the window blankly.

“Hello, Lillian.”

When Tera spoke her name, the look that Lily gave in return reminded Tera yet again just how much Lillian didn’t like to be called Lillian. The problem was, Tera found it incredibly difficult to use nicknames, and she really had to concentrate not to do so.

But seeing her now, compared to how she was, had diverted Tera’s focus. Once Lillian was passionate about life, about living, about the world around her. Now it seemed that all her passion had been drained from her life and she was just marking time.

Now sitting there in the chair was a tired, so very tired, Lillian, not caring about herself much. Tera remembered the stunning being Lillian once was, her short crimson hair in a bob, the shiny silver dresses that she loved to wear along with the strappy heels that once were her trademark in the Realm; how the sun, when it shone against her horns and tail, made them sparkle with joy in the life that was around them, her brown eyes so focused and yet contemplative, anxious to discover all that she could. This Lillian was barely wearing an oversized sweater and just didn’t have any of the life in her that Tera once knew.

But the old anger came through from Lily clearly when Tera used the name she truly disliked: “My name is Lily.”

Tera nodded, “Alright … Lily. I’m sorry.”

She answered with a snort of derision and then turned away, not interested in Tera any more. But Tera wasn’t going to leave, she wasn’t going to be brushed off, either. So Lily walked across the room and then paused beside her Sovereign.


“Why what?”

Tera waved her right hand, gesturing at the room around them both, “Why this?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Tera stood there, her tail swishing behind her, watching Lillian … er, Lily’s face, looking for a hint that she didn’t truly believe what she said. The problem was, she did. “It matters.”

Lily was suddenly standing in front of Tera, her finger poking against Tera’s chest, “NO, it doesn’t, not to anyone … No one cares, so I don’t either.”

Tera just looked at her and said nothing.

That, more than anything else, gave Lily pause, and she took a step back, but her words didn’t retreat: “No one cares, Tera. That’s the truth.”

Tera shook her head and then held the envelope she’d brought with her between the two of them. “This is the truth … Lily.”

The auburn-tail looked at the envelope, seeing the words written on it, but not understanding what Tera held or why it mattered. “I don’t do that any more.”

“No, you haven’t had the will to accept it. That’s the truth.”

“How can I?”

“Why can’t you? Why can’t you try, just one more time, to see?”

“It’s not worth it. I’ll just …”

“… make things worse? Make a mistake?”

Lily turned away and started walking, but Tera followed her through the mansion, always two steps behind, and constantly asking her questions as she did so …

“Think about all of the good you have done. Think about all of the good you can do. Have you considered that?

“You matter, can’t you understand that?

“Why don’t you come back and see that you are wanted?”

It was in the main hall where Tera finally stopped being kind and started pressing the one button that she knew would get Lily’s attention.



“No, your name is Lillian. That’s the name your mother and father gave you, that’s who you are.”

“My name is Lily!”

Tera caught Lily’s hand as it moved to strike her and held it tightly. Tera wasn’t mad, not even close to it. She was upset with herself more than anything else.

“If you want to be … Lily … then …” Again, Tera showed her the envelope, not saying another word.

When Lily tore the letter from Tera’s hand, the Queen feared that it would be ripped into pieces in the next moment for the frustration that she could see in Lily’s eyes.

“I don’t promise anything, Tera.”

“Just read it? Please? I’m not asking you to do anything more than that.”

Lily finally opened the envelope and read the note it held. For some time, she didn’t know what to say. She did wish that she could take back what she said to Tera about calling her “Lillian” and the other stupid things she now regretted. Much like Tera did, she just read the words, then traced them with her fingers … and really thought about what it asked of her … of them.

“Tera, I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about … Lily. I …”

She looked at Tera wistfully, “No, “Lillian” is fine, Tera. I should have understood that better … understood why you never said my name any other way.”

“I couldn’t explain …”

“I know. I’ve forgotten who I am. I’ve lost what I can do, Tera … I …”

Tera still wasn’t pleased with herself. She brushed a hand through her hair and asked, “What are you going to do?”

Lily folded the note and whispered, “I don’t know.”

Tera closed the distance between them, her right hand touching Lily on the shoulder … a touch Lily hadn’t felt in centuries: “Perhaps not knowing is where we start?”

Lily was confused, but listened to what Tera had to say. The two of them talked until the sun set on the Realm and, finally, they decided on what they would do. They hoped that it would be … somehow … what was meant to be. And that it would make two dreams—now three—come true.

Finally, Lily asked Tera a question. “Why me?”

Tera’s reply made them both smile …

… “Because. What other reason need there be?”


To be Continued in Part 2

Nov 04 2012

A Review of A Spirit in the Night by Katarina Ravenwood

One of the hardest things for me personally to read is a story set in Victorian times. It’s not for the language or the setting so much as the way that all women in that time are written to be sub servant to their husbands, to show as little intelligence as possible and, more often than not, lose their sexuality because they must act “right”…

But what if they could act differently?

A Spirit in the Night by Katarina Ravenwood

A Spirit in the Night by Katarina Ravenwood

  • Title: A Spirit in the Night
  • Author: Katarina Ravenwood
  • Publishing Date: March 3, 2012
  • Length: 3,500 Words
  • ASIN: B007GT1IEK
  • This work at

The story is about:

Mary is the proper, demure wife of a cold, distant husband. She has lived a life of meek subservience, keeping her sinful desires hidden deep down. Then one night her dull existence is shattered when she receives a visit from a lustful demon, a mythical incubus.

The creature unlocks a world of secret desires within Mary, and she learns the true depth of her hidden desire to sexually dominate in this sexually graphic short story loosely inspired by the Gothic horror romances of old.

Mary is a stereotypical “good” Victorian wife. That is to say that she obeys her husband, whether she really wants to or not, submits to his desires, and, tragically, has found that their love, which once was passionate… isn’t any more. Her husband is away more often than not and when he returns there is no love or passion anymore… Only duty. And duty isn’t making Mary any happier.

One day, she discovers a creature watching her and it awakens a passion in her to dominate it and that eventually makes her relationship with her husband change into something oddly different. And all of that is caused by the creature, who might be an Incubus, who allows Mary to do things and think thoughts that “good” women… don’t.

It’s an interesting transformation to watch really…

She goes from meek woman to a much more dominant one in a very short period of time and uses that dominance to her advantage which to me seems to be the point of the story overall.

My issue with stories like this is that they have the sensibilities of the time they are set in and, as a reader from the here and now looking back on those times, I just have a lot of issues with the treatment of woman in those times…

Setting my issues aside, the author writes well, the speech and thoughts feel right for the time and setting. The flow of the story is very good and I wasn’t drawn out of it save for the moments when I had to stop and shake my head at how Mary was seen and treated in her time.

The only thing that was missing was the question of why this all happened. I can take a guess at it, but I won’t. You should read the work and make up your own mind on that subject I think…

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

Many questions never answered, though the answers and reasons for what the Incubus wanted, did, and managed to change in Mary and her husband… Oddly, by the end of the story I felt as if Lilith would have been a better name for her…

It probably is.



Nov 03 2012

A mini Succubus sculpture…

I love cute things… And I found a really cute and fun little succubus figurine this week that I’m going to share today on the Tale…

Sylvia the Succubus by FantasyFiguresThis cute little thing is called Sylvia the Succubus and is by FantasyFigures. You can find the page on where I found this lovely work here for those that might want to support this artist’s works…

The figurine is about one and a half inches tall and comes with her own little spear and whip that you can see in her hands…

She has a pair of red horns and a red tail which you can’t see in this image but can on the webpage where this lovely sculpture is for sale…

She sells for ten British pounds, and can be in different colours ii you contact the artist, but really she’s just perfect like this I think…

I love the whimsy in this work and the overall feeling I get from her is fun and cute and then some. I know that she isn’t “sexy” but really  this is just too cute as she is and she really doesn’t need to be over the top anyway…

Please do visit the page with this work and support this artist!



Nov 02 2012

A Review of the Demon Slut series by Anya Asarovna

Today I will be reviewing a pair of stories from an author, but there is a caveat. That being the series is incomplete, it appears to be abandoned, and that really bothers me. The idea is a good one, the characters are wonderful, the scenes are so very hot too… But most of all? Oh there is a Succubus and she is really one of the very few that I enjoyed that are evil in their way. I’ll review the two works in this series separately, and then I will make some comments about everything at the end…

Maddie Cums Alive by Anya Asarovna

Maddie Cums Alive by Anya Asarovna

The first work tells of:

Maddie Barnes is a field agent for the Protectorate, defending mankind from things that go bump in the night. On a routine job she encounters a thing that not only goes bump, but also knows how to grind. And lick. And suck. And all manner of other unwholesome activities. It will take all of her training to overcome this evil Demon Slut.

There is a lot that I like about this story. Of course the one thing that I don’t like is that it is, really, much too short which seems to be a curse of all of the Succubus stories that I have liked of late.

It’s interesting that the story is, almost entirely, an internal monologue that Maddie shares with us. The things she sees are written from the outside looking in, which I also liked. Maddie herself has quite a lot of background for such a short story. It is however a bit light on specifics which I think would have been nice to have in the story.

She talks about her training, but that is somewhat muted. She considers the orders she is given by her superiors, but then discards them as the Succubus takes her victim and Maddie acts as a voyeur for the reader. Maddie then has to make a choice and that choice places her on a path that she never could have imagined…

Which brings us to the Succubus of the story. She isn’t given a name, but she is a redhead, she is very sexy and what’s more interesting is that the story tells a lot about the powers she has to cloud and control the minds of her pray before she takes them. It is, of course, the taking that is so very hot, so very well written and most of all, gives her personality.

In truth, she has more personality than any of the others in the story, and that’s something amazing considering that she speaks very, very little. Save for, of course, one very specific word that takes Maddie over the edge and plummets her life into something completely new and unexpected.

It should be fairly obvious what that is, and Maddie’s transformation is only starting at the end of this story.. Which leads nicely into the next book of course.

The writing is very, very good and I liked that the author seemed to care about what they were writing about enough to give the story heat, but also make it a story. That’s hard to do sometimes in an eleven page work, but the author managed it well.

But it is too short. It bothers me that there is so much heat, so much action and promise to the story and then it is suddenly over, the aftermath is only hinted at and the story ends. I do understand that the purpose of doing this is to sell the next part of the story, but, this work falls into what I call the “$2.99 stroke story” problem. It’s hot, it’s good, but to pay$2.99 for something this short? I would have been happier to pay $5 for both stories together and feel like I got something for what I paid for it.

As such, as much as I would want to give this a higher rating, I’ll give this work four pitchforks out of five…

Hot scenes, a wonderfully evil Succubus and most of all, it leaves you wanting to read more. The only thing that I would have liked more would have been to see more of the history of Maddie and the Succubus herself.

When this work appeared, it wasn’t clear if there was going to be another part, or parts in the series. To my surprise another book appeared soon afterwards which added a lot to this story…

Maddie's First Taste by Anya Asarovna

Maddie’s First Taste by Anya Asarovna

The second work continues the story:

After Maddie’s encounter with the succubus, she finds her body has changed. She’s more buxom. Curvier. But the demon might have changed her in other ways, too. She can sense people around her being naughty. And it awakens a dark need in her that must be fulfilled. And then there’s the little problem of that strange voice in her head that’s probably not her own…

The story continues with Maddie waking up at home in the aftermath of what happened. The thing is, she’s different. And the woman she sees in the mirror reminds her of someone… The Succubus.

I’m not spoiling anything to say that, yes, Maddie is becoming or has become a Succubus and the larger problem is that inside of Maddie is that Succubus… and she’s hungry. But what makes this part of the series for me is Maddie’s descent into being a Succubus and discovering what has happened to her, how she’s changed, and what powers she has.

The moments when Maddie feeds are really well done with a nicely hot mix of Succubus need and human desire. Of course the story doesn’t end well for the person Maddie feeds on, but, that then leads into a cliffhanger that promises a lot… but we never see it. It’s been three quarters of a year since these two works were released and nothing has appeared since.

That really and truly is a shame because what happens in the second work sets up what could be an amazing storyline and I would love to see that. There is conflict, there is mystery, there are so many questions to be answered and… it just comes to an abrupt end.

But before that happens, the author writes scenes of Maddie’s powers affecting her that are erotic, that hint at other possible stories and events and they all add to the heat which I enjoyed very much. Maddie might not be the perfect Succubus, but the author writes almost the perfect Succubus seduction in this work that combined with what happens in the first book are some of the best that I have read in a long time…

Which makes the length, the abrupt ending, and the lack of a third work in the series, or more for that matter… disappointing.

Again, as much as I would want to give this a higher rating, I’ll give this work four pitchforks out of five…

The hot is better, the Succubus that Maddie has become is wonderfully interesting, and from what little we see I so wanted to see more… But again, too short, it ends on a cliffhanger and that really hurts a lot.

And at this point I have a small problem and it was the main reason why I didn’t review this series for so long…

It hasn’t continued.

The stories end on a cliff hanger and… that’s it. Which for me at least is a huge problem. The author has a really good story, a problem to solve, a Succubus that is still there to bother Maddie, a group that seems to be ready to do something, or was responsible for Maddie’s transformation.

All of this is wonderful for the creation of a hugely successful novel… And it just hasn’t moved since February 2012. I had hoped by this point in time the author would have continued the story, but it appears to be abandoned.

And to be honest? I can see so many places to take this series that it drives me around the bend.

So, should the author read this review… Finish the story!!!

Or send it to me, at least I’ll appreciate it for what it is… A really well done Succubus series that made me really quite happy to read…

Overall, four out of five pitchforks.

Too short, too much promise, not enough progress… But I can hope at least for more…



Nov 01 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 252

If there is one thing that Anime Succubi are, it’s cute. I found a cute little anime Succubus on DeviantArt and, really, the title of the art just made me smile so…

Why? by Nonameinsect

Why? by Nonameinsect

This art is called Why and is by an artist calling themselves Nonameinsect on DeviantArt. You can find the page I found this work on here and the artist’s page is here as well…

She’s just cute… I mean. there really isn’t any other way to describe her and it fits her really well I think… Cute little wings, horns and look… Everything that a cute anime Succubus should be I think… But what makes it for me is her really cute little Succubus tail… Just so awwwwww….

I like her outfit too, I think the black wings and tail against the white clothing really works well and her blonde hair helps too. I think that mebby black horns would have added to the cute, but overall just one of my most favourite anime Succubi I think…

The artist has many other works of art in the same style on their DeviantArt site, one of them being another work that has a succubus theme in it. All of the characters they have drawn are somewhat over endowed in the chest department, but every one of the is the cuteness…

Please do have a look and enjoy!



Oct 31 2012

Tera’s Halloween 2012 Manip – Halloween Mask

It has been, I well know, a long time since I have done a manip, let alone one of a Succubi… I found an image that was, for me at least, amazingly striking and powerful for a lot of reasons.

With the help of my heart, without whom nothing I write is what it can really be, we created a story about the hidden shades that appear on Halloween…

It’s called Halloween Mask…

Halloween Mask by TeraS

Halloween Mask by TeraS

And the story, which I think is wonderfully domme…

Happy Halloween!


It seems that questions tickle your mind.

Is there anything real here? Is pretense all you find?


Amidst all of the costumes, the makeup and the fakes

her look keeps attracting you; there’s something her gaze . . . takes . . .


The mask gains your attention, but something makes you weak.

What does the lacey mask hide that you are drawn to seek?


Your inquiries forgotten, you gasp in fear, surprise,

held, helpless, longing to serve those enchanting green eyes.


Her will, her power, growing as more questions arrive . . .

When will she choose to take you? And how can you survive?


Her senses reach out, tasting, stroking, mulling your fate.

Are you her pet? Her plaything? What sweet debasements wait?


Her smile is pure seduction and soon you think no more

but simply purr, pant, prostrate yourself as you adore.


All Hallow’s Eve, my precious, with you kissing my feet,

satisfies this Succubi…

No trick . . . you are my treat.

May you all have a wonderful Hallween… Just do watch for those green eyes won’t you?