Apr 13 2012

One of two Halloween Succubus posters that I love…

This week and next Friday I am going to share a pair of posters I found by the same artist that I think are simply wonderful examples of sexy, fun Succubi…

They are a pair of posters done by a South African artist that were done, one in celebration of Halloween and the other that was part of a 2011 art show called October Shadows: A Celebration of Halloween.

But the first work, must come first of course…

Halloween Poster by WacomZombie

Halloween Poster by WacomZombie

This is called Halloween Poster and is by an artist on etsy.com calling themselves WacomZombie. You can find this work on sale here and the artist’s page on that site here as well…

As well, their name is really Corlen Kruger, and they have a website with an amazing number of pieces of in all sorts of media here for those that would like to know more about them… And, of course they also have a DeviantArt site which you can find here as well…

I like this art quite a lot, though the other poster they created, which is the subject of next Friday’s Tale post I like a little bit better for the reason that in the second work the Succubus has a tail and in this case she doesn’t but is very Succubus-like nonetheless…

Sexy look, cute outfit, neat little wings and horns as well, all of which are just adding to the cuteness that she has in spite of the setting she is in…

Beautifully created and for that I thank the artist in sharing her with us…

Next week, the other poster that I think is almost the perfect image of a Succubus…

 

Tera

Apr 12 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 224

For this week’s Succubi, I found a piece of art on DeviantArt that I thought was wonderful, but became more when I realized what the art was titled and what the Succubus in it was doing…

Beside being naughty that is of course…

Safe Sex by Poibuts

Safe Sex by Poibuts

This is called Safe Sex and is by an artist on DeviantArt called Poibuts. You can find the page I found this work on here and the artist’s page is here as well.

I have to admit that when I first looked at this art, I saw the lovely Succubus in it, but I missed what her tail was holding against her chest… Yes, that is a condom and I have to say that I couldn’t stop laughing when I realized what it was and that made this art be this week’s Succubi of the Week…

The artist, according to the information they give, is Malaysian, and I have to say that I do think she is a bit more exotic than most Succubi are. Really perfect clothing, a neat tail, I like her horns and the band of jewelry on the one horn we can see matches well the rest that she wears too…

I wonder about her skin colour, purple is an interesting combination for a Succubus to have, but with her body shape it works really well and it could well be just the light where she is posing, but the idea of a purple skinned red tail gives me all sorts of interesting story ideas…

This is the only Succubus work from this artist that I could find, but the exotic theme does run through most of their work, especially in the fantasy worlds they have placed some of their art in…

Lovely, sensual Succubus and I give many thanks for the little laugh that the artist placed in the work for us to discover…

Do visit their pages and have a look at their other art!

 

Tera

Apr 11 2012

You won’t melt wearing this Succubus costume…

I like shiny costumes… I just think that if you have the right body for them they really make you look wonderful… The problem becomes when you have shiny with too much material and the original idea, which makes sense, gets twisted around a bit into something that loses a lot of the sexy in it…

Like this costume…

Molten Metal DevilThis costume is called the Molten Metal Devil and comes with the red shiny dress with lace-up front and back, a pair of arm warmers, and the horned headpiece There is a tail but not in the normal way as it is a spaded tip attached to the dress by a pair of ribbons…

It does not come with the shoes the model is wearing nor the pitchfork she is holding either.

And it sells for about $45 US.

Honestly I do like this overall. I think that the way they attach the tail is a unique and cute idea, so I give the designers points for that. The horns aren’t ugly, the shiny matching the dress is an excellent idea and again it shows some thought by the designers too.

Now while this isn’t the sexiest thing I have found so far, I think that it is in the running for the costume I will be wearing at the office Halloween party this year…

Oh I’ll have my own pitchfork to go with it of course and I have a lovely pair of shoes that I think match the shiny red of this costume really well too…

I’m going to give this four pitchforks out of five…

Practical yes, but there are possibilities too…

 

Tera

Apr 10 2012

Desires 24

Dropping the shoe and facing the truth isn’t always the right thing to do… Or is it when the Queen of the Succubi is involved?

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Desires – Truths

By MZ and Tera S

Part Twelve
A deep longing to be with Tera forever and forever weld up in Curtis. He was ready now… he had no doubts left. He was ready to find out how to reverse the spell… to return Tera to all her glory, but something clicked in his mind. He didn’t understand why, but he stood and turned away from his love. A deep need to check his PDA for something just wouldn’t be denied it’s attention.

Pulling the device from his jacket, Curtis looked up the file, “Hell Has Frozen Over.” Still not sure why now he needed to look at this when he desperately wanted to remove the spell on his love, Curtis pressed the run button.

A beam illuminated his face, freezing his body completely still. Slowly, the PDA over wrote Curtis Allen with MZ’s personality and memories. After finishing the conversion, the only thing left of Curtis was his memories of the past year with Tera. MZ wanted all the inside info he could get to help him enjoy his sweet revenge.

I turned around with evil in my eyes and a knowing smirk across my face. Kneeling before me was the powerful and invincible Tera, Queen of the Succubi. I chuckled in my joy. My revenge was finally at hand. “Tera, do you know who I really am?” My voice thick with sarcasm.

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Oh I do… But then do you know who you are?

 

Tera

Apr 09 2012

Storm Clouds 164 – An ongoing Succubi Story

This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…

If you want to read previous chapters, please click the link in the Tale header at the top of the page marked Storm Clouds or click here...

Okay, let’s try getting somewhere, somehow again shall we?

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Storm Clouds 164

Chapter 21

By TeraS

 

The thing about the Dark was that it was too confident. It thought that it had all of the answers and that no one could oppose it.

That was almost true.

She could, and did . . . regularly.

It had become almost an obsession for her now. There were so few who would challenge the Dark when it appeared, and so it fell to her to do so. It wasn’t a chore or an imposition; it had to be done, and she had seen enough of the Dark and what it was capable of to know that the best thing to do was what she did: drive it mad with anger and make it stop thinking.

Losing the one portal did that. Then letting it stew in its anger had made it get involved intimately with mortals and their world. She wondered if, this time, it would actually learn something from the experience or not.

Making the portal vanish was child’s play for a being like her. If the Dark ever figured out just how powerful she was, it might actually pause to think twice about the plans it had against Tera and her kind.

Possibly.

The thought did make her smile as the portal showing the severed tail reappeared among all of the Dark’s other ones. She stood there for a time, tapping a single pink fingernail against the surface and trying to decide what would be the most unpleasant thing she might do.

She could destroy this portal—the thought had been there before—but she had her own plans, and, for those, this one portal needed to remain, at least for the moment, in spite of what it showed.

The tapping stopped as she placed that hand against the surface and whispered to the awful image that it showed, “It will not be long. Promise.”

And, unlike some beings, she kept her promises.

She turned away, coming to the decision that, for once, just this once, she was going to make the Dark know what it was to lose something valuable.

What followed was the sound of fingernails raking across portal after portal, each of which turned white against the darkness, throwing light into a place which despised it. She didn’t ruin every single one of them, but, when she was done, she had left the Dark but three portals.

She thought that she just might be able to hear the scream of anger from it from three universes away when it returned to see what she had done here, and that thought made her smile slightly.

She glanced once more at the portals that remained, satisfied that this would be a problem for it, that it would have to spend effort and time repairing the damage if it could, and that, thankfully, might give the others needed time to figure out what was happening and where.

As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t actually get involved in the battle or make choices for those involved. It was, after all, necessary that all beings make their own choices, no matter how wrong or ill-advised they might well be.

Still, she had one thing that the Dark didn’t have: trust. Trust in others, trust that they would make good choices, but, most of all, trust in that one person that saved her life so long ago and, in doing so, changed her own universe for the better.

She would always owe that person for that gift.

She passed into the ether, on her way to where she needed to be. If the Dark could get involved with mortals, she could as well … to a point. But first she needed to talk to someone who needed to understand that some paths were not worth following.

Following the path of one who owed the succubi—and Tera, in particular—her life … that was the most foolish thing that it had ever done.

And it would soon learn.

As for the Dark, possessing one of its pawns was distasteful. But there was little choice. That damnable creature had cost it its watch over the tail. The one thing that would, if its plans went to completion, cause the barriers to fall before it and thus have what it wanted most.

But having to deal with a corporal form? That was something that it did not enjoy in the slightest. Emotions, thoughts, images from this pawn were getting caught between its own thoughts and, as well, it knew that its own thoughts would be mixing the other way.

But the important thoughts, the ones that it needed for itself, those it kept under lock and key, or so the Dark would believe. The problem was, as it always was, that nothing is ever completely closed off when beings merge, even if only for a short time.

Fingerprints leave smudges, after all …

It took the Dark some time to return to where the tail was kept. The wards around the place made it impossible for someone to appear there without seeing the place first and entering at one specific spot. From the outside there were traps and obstacles that it knew would stop any magic user from getting close.

But this pawn was tuned to the place, and the wards would fall before it. Even so, the time … the time was taking far too long for the Dark’s liking.

And so time passed, the Dark fumed, and the universe turned …

 

 

Storm Clouds

Chapter 22

By TeraS

“I think I am.”

Tom looked behind him expecting to see Camilla there, and she was … sort of.

It was Camilla, but her tail and horns were grey instead of black and her hair had changed color from blonde to purple. Tom couldn’t stop the words that came out: “I liked the blonde and black better, Camilla.”

She smirked.

And Tom paused. He was pretty sure that Camilla didn’t smirk.

“It’s a long story, Tom, and right now we haven’t got the time.”

And that was wrong, as well. Camilla never called him “Tom.” Mary Ann tried to get away again, and Tom was forced into flipping her over, straddling her, and then locking her wrists together with handcuffs before sitting on her legs. Having some control of the situation, he looked at Camilla and said, “We’ve got the time. You want to let me in on why the style change? Got tired of your hair color or something?”

She ran her left hand through her hair, pulling on it slightly, “Okay, short version: I’m Camilla’s bad side; I’m a bitch; I’m nothing like her, and you don’t want to screw with me. That good enough for you?”

“I’m never going to understand this, am I?”

She smirked again, “Oh, I dunno … You’d make an interesting Incubi … I can put in a good word for you if you’re up for it.”

Tom shook his head: “Thanks, but I have enough issues with my life as it is. The universe isn’t what I knew it was, there are people—like you—who are legends, and I am supposed to deal with that. Oh yes, and I am acting under the command of the Queen of a race of beings that exist on sex and pleasure and I have no idea why I should be, but I’m doing it anyway.”

She nodded, “Tera does have her ways, doesn’t she? At least she isn’t using that pitchfork of hers on you. Mind you, some like that sort of thing…”

“So what do I call you? ‘Not Camilla’ or ‘Punkie Brewster’ or what?”

She leaned down so that they looked into each other’s eyes: “You really want to know who I am?”

Tom didn’t finch: “I trust Camilla. She’s proven herself. I don’t trust you.”

She nodded: “Good; backbone and will. I can see why Tera wants your help. You may call me ‘Nina.’”

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

She laughed, “No … Just some of us do. Congratulations, Tom; you just endeared yourself to me. Camilla will be pleased to know that. Make sure you tell her when you see her again.”

The smirk vanished and she looked past Tom to Mary Ann on the floor beneath him, “You mind getting off her? She and I have … a past.”

“Good or bad?”

“I won’t kill her, at least, not just yet.”

“If I don’t?”

“Then I’ll have to move you, Tom. You don’t want me to, I promise you.”

Tom got up and moved to the side. Nina reached down and pulled Mary Ann to her knees by the handcuffs before grasping her chin. “Hello, bitch. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How long has it been?

The fear in Mary Ann only allowed a quiet whisper of an answer, “Babylon.”

“That’s right. As I remember it, you came into my temple and tried to turn my followers, didn’t you? You corrupted them from the top down and, in the end, you were responsible for how many deaths?”

“I don’t know.”

“I do. I remember them very well. You watched as they fought, four hundred eighty-six of them falling to your promises of riches that were hidden from them. And when it was over, what did they find inside the walls?”

“Nothing.”

“Why?”

Mary Ann closed her eyes, “Because everything they gave you, you returned to them … and more. You … you cared about the cattle and …”

Tom didn’t see Nina’s hand as it struck Mary Ann, sending her sprawling across the floor.

“They are not cattle, you worthless bitch! They are more than you will ever be or ever could be. You can’t understand that, can you?”

There was no answer, and Nina pulled her once again to her knees by the handcuffs: “Here’s the deal. You tell us what’s going on and who’s in charge, and I won’t kill you today. You lie to me, and I’ll start taking you apart one piece at a time …”

She extended her left hand and, to Tom’s shock, a silver sword appeared there, flames dancing along its blade. Tom thought he could hear the sword … growling?

She placed the edge against Mary Ann’s neck: “You know what this is. You know exactly what will happen if I strike you with it. Camilla wouldn’t; she follows the new ways. But I don’t. So make up your mind, right now, and tell me why you are here and what you have done to Ginger.”

Tom coughed, “Nina … You said you wouldn’t kill her.”

She didn’t look at Tom: “Oh, this won’t kill her. It will, however, take away what makes her special. What she is, she won’t be anymore.” A cruel smile appeared, “And since she is so enamored with being immortal …”

Mary Ann closed her eyes, “You are a fool. I serve powers greater than you. You’ll never leave this room alive if you harm me.”

“Oh I’ve already harmed you. Now I’ll cripple you …”

And she pulled the blade back and then swung it towards Mary Ann’s neck …

What happened next was something that Tom would never quite be able to explain.

The blade came down and struck on her right shoulder, then passed through her body and came out at her waist … leaving not a mark on her. Mary Ann still breathed, still was alive, but the look of disbelief in her eyes that she had been struck was matched by the satisfaction in the look that Nina had …

… and what the sword now held upon its blade.

Tom could clearly make out what looked like a twisted, ghostly image of Mary Ann’s form wrapped around the blade, with the flames licking against it and a silent scream of pain on the ghost’s face.

Nina didn’t look at Tom, she just held the sword in front of Mary Ann, “You have very little time, bitch. I’d say about three minutes before you aren’t immortal anymore. Maybe ten and you’ll start aging, and we both know what happens when you do.”

She looked at a clock on the wall, “Three minutes. Talk.”

Tom wanted to intervene. This was torture and he knew it. But he didn’t know what would either help or harm in the situation he found himself in. He didn’t expect that he would be able to disarm Nina, nor did he have any way to fix whatever Nina had done.

Tom hated being helpless … it reminded him of Beth and …

… he just turned away and kept his thoughts to himself.

To Mary Ann’s credit she held out for an entire minute. She just looked back at Nina, but when Nina drew a finger along the shaft of her sword and then licked a wisp of Nina’s ghostly form from her fingers, she caved in…

“Ginger is nothing. She was a convenient way to gain power. She didn’t care about anything save her own beauty and screwing her husband. It was child’s play to alter their minds and take him out of the picture.”

Tom heard this and asked, “What did you do?”

“I made him get involved with the mob, you asshole. I made sure that he was stupid about it. I saw to it that they would find out what he was doing, make him transfer everything to Ginger and then you so helpfully took him away, leaving Ginger to my tender mercies. Didn’t take a week and she was a hot little slut that would do anything for me to degrade her and …”

Nina interrupted, “Nice story. Now, how about why you did it in the first place?”

Mary Ann gritted her teeth, “I needed power.”

“Why?”

She didn’t answer that question. Tom had a thought, “You needed power for a purpose. You seem to have a past with Nina and her kind … is that why you needed this … power?”

The look she gave him spoke volumes.

Tom sighed, “Peachy: a war between omnipotent beings. I should have stayed in bed.”

Nina placed the point of the sword just in front of Mary Ann’s lips, “Who are you working for.”

“Give it back to me first!”

“No. You give me the information and I’ll give it back to you. Better hurry. You’re running out of time … rapidly.”

Mary Ann finally broke down and said in a whisper, “The Dark. It’s the Dark …” Then she screamed, “Now give it back!”

Nina stood up and then wiped the length of the sword with her fingers, balling the ghost into her hand before tossing it casually at Mary Ann. It fell into her body producing a sigh of pleasure from her lips and then a look of defiance on her face.

Which Nina promptly removed with another strike of her hand against Mary Ann’s cheek which resulted in her falling to the floor unconscious.

The blade vanished in a flash of light and then Nina then stood up and looked critically at Tom, “Tell me something. Other than you being human, is there anything special about you?”

Tom shrugged, “Cats like me.”

She looked at him for a long, long moment.

“That’s good.”

“Why?”

“That would be telling. Come on, if she is working for the Dark, then we need to get out of here right now.”

And then she pushed past him making for the elevators without another word, Mary Ann on the floor out cold and Ginger in the other room pleading for her Mistress to come back to punish her again …

 

 

Storm Clouds

Chapter 23

By TeraS

Smoke. The first thing he smelled was the smoke. Then he noticed the flames licking up the walls of the warehouse, the beams falling from the ceiling, and the yelling from behind him.

And then, as he watched three men rush past, John had a horrible realization. He was back at the fire. Not a fire; no, the fire … the fire where he was injured, the one that haunted him every day. He felt and then saw the fire axe in his hands and knew exactly what was going to happen next. He would rush after the rest of his company, follow them into the hell around them and search.

There would be … What would there be?

That part he never could remember exactly, when no one could tell him what happened, between this moment when they last saw him and the next, when they found him underneath the remains of the structure.

He hesitated there a moment longer, the others vanishing into the smoke, and then, twisting the axe in his hands, made his way forward, the smoke becoming thicker, the sound of his breathing loud in his ears as the respirator cycled back and forth, keeping him alive. Coming to a locked door, he kicked it open and then drew back as more smoke poured out and around him, making it almost impossible to see.

But did he see … something? Did he hear something?

There was no choice: he was going in there and searching. He had to be sure.

John pushed his way in while calling out, “Is anyone there? Answer me!” He didn’t hear anything, and so he moved deeper into the space. The light from the hallway, which showed him the way out and to safety, slowly dimmed as the smoke thickened more and more. But that didn’t matter. He had to search, had to help. That was his job and, no matter what else, he was going to do it.

He spent almost five minutes searching, the odd layout of the room confusing him. It seemed like an office, there were desks around him, but the space was too large for a simple office. Still, he pressed on, moving back and forth, calling out and listening even as he searched, his axe in his hand and the flashlight attached to his helmet probing into the smoke around him.

And then John saw her.

A woman crumpled to the floor, covered in black soot and grime. Her figure was indistinct. He knew it was a woman, but her features–hair, eyes, skin tones, what she was wearing–were all a blur.

But that meant nothing to him.

He knelt down beside her and checked: she was still breathing, but unconscious. The problem was that he had no idea if she was seriously injured or not. He found his spare mask and, after hooking it up to his air supply, placed it over her face. Her breathing improved, but now he was stuck there. He couldn’t leave her, which left him one choice: reporting on his radio that he found a survivor and then triggering the beacon built into it to call others to assist him.

He was about to do that when he heard the first shriek of the ceiling starting to come down. John’s only thought was to protect the woman however he could. He dragged her under a desk and then pushed himself under it as well, his body over hers.

The noises stopped for a moment, everything was silent around him, and then, just as he was about to look out from underneath the desk, there was the sound of a train wreck as the world came down around them both.

Then all was quiet again.

Except this time, standing amid the rubble, there was Tera, her dress pushed around by the smoke and fire, her arms crossed over her chest, and a look of concern on her face. She considered the pile of rubble that now held John and the woman, her long red tail moving slowly, catlike, behind her.

“Well … that explains a lot.”

From the smoke and fire, Jane came into view to the other side of the rubble. “Damn it, Tera! We don’t have the right to do this!”

Tera considered her for a long moment and then explained, “We need a clue, Daughter, an idea of what has happened. He has that clue in him; we just have to pry it out.”

Jane stormed up to Tera and then poked her into the chest with a finger, “You tell us to respect others, to help them. This does neither!”

Tera looked down at the finger pressing against her, then took hold of Jane’s hand before gently moving it away.

“His mind is blocked from what happened here, Daughter. He knows he came in, he knows he found someone in here, but he remembers nothing of who that woman is. She’s the key to this in someway and we need to know.”

“It’s not a good enough reason!”

Tera looked bemused, “Oh it is … It most certainly is.” She then reached around behind Jane and took a hold of something there, making Jane gasp in surprise. Tera then showed the tip of a grey tail to Jane, a tail that was connected to her body. “Daughter, you look like yourself.” Then Tera, that enigmatic smile still on her lips, released Jane’s tail.

Jane felt behind her, touching her tail in surprise and then running her hands over her horns. “How?”

“That is, of course, the question, isn’t it? Why should things be fixed here? It doesn’t make any sense … or … perhaps it does.”

Tera walked over to the pile of rubble and then pointed a finger at it, “The answer is in there, isn’t it? Who is the woman he rescued? Why can’t he remember her? How was that done? Most of all: why would all this make it necessary for your physical appearance to be changed?”

Jane didn’t answer the questions. She didn’t have the answers.

Tera then began to twirl her finger in a slow circle, “While these are his memories, they are not immutable. We can alter them, to a point, or, get a better look at them, can’t we?”

Jane rubbed her temples: “Yes, Tera … That’s Succubi 101 in the Realm, isn’t it?”

Tera continued to work at the rubble, bits and pieces of it vanishing at her touch, “What was your grade, Jane?”

Jane mumbled, “B Plus.”

Tera smiled in spite of herself, “Well, at least you passed.”

“I passed because a certain Queen made me work at it harder than anything I have done before.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Tera … I’m not. Honestly.”

“Oh, I’m not mad at you Jane, perish the thought. No, what I am, however, is very confused at this moment.”

Jane looked to where Tera was focusing and saw something that she didn’t, couldn’t expect to see. There, in the rubble, was John, but the woman that he had saved … wasn’t.

“Tera, what’s going on?”

“We missed something while talking, Daughter. Something happened here, and we didn’t pay attention to it when we should have.”

Jane’s look was one of confusion, so Tera continued: “Something, or someone, took that woman away after the ceiling collapsed, and we missed it.”

“Why?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it? Why take her away? Why make him forget about all of this? What was the point of it?”

Tera rubbed her fingertips over her temples and sighed: “We’ll just have to start all over again and, this time, not look away.”

In the next moment, the collapse of the ceiling happened again, John saved the woman and all was quiet once more. But seconds later, the two succubi saw what came next.

A black shadow fell over John and the woman, covering them both and then vanishing, taking the woman with it and leaving John behind … alone.

“Tera, what was that?”

“Something I hope you never have to face: the Dark.”

“Tera … Why would it care about either of them?”

“Oh that’s easy. It wanted the woman; it didn’t care about John. But taking her and leaving him with these memories would have been worse. So it damaged him, made him forget about what he actually did, and then continued on with its plan.”

“Tera … you are being evasive.”

“I have an idea of who the woman is, Daughter. A pretty good one, but I don’t like where that idea is leading me.”

“Who is she?”

Tera ran one hand through her hair and sighed, “It has to be Patricia.”

Jane just stared at Tera in disbelief …

 

Storm Clouds

Chapter 24

By TeraS

 

 

Tom followed Nina out of the office and watched her hand slam against the call button for the elevator, “You know, putting your hand through that wall won’t make it get here any faster.”

Nina shot him a look and began to pace, “Tell me something Tom, what was the story that scared you the most when you were a child?”

Tom had to think about that for a moment, “The Boogieman I think.”

She stopped in mid-pace, “Okay, then you can think of the Dark as him on steroids if you want.”

“He scares you?”

“Me, and just about anyone that knows about it.”

“Hang on, he’s an it?”

Nina waved her hand at Tom, “No one is really sure. It seems to be the best way to describe it. Likes mayhem, destruction and violence above everything else.”

“So, why you?”

Nina laughed, “Oh it’s not me that its interested in. It’s all of us. Tera’s told us about it, told us not to get involved with it, and, no matter what, we don’t allow it back to our home.”

“How’s that working for you?”

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

Tom pinched his nose, “So what you are telling me is that an omnipotent being is responsible for killing Patricia?”

Nina punched the button again and started to pace once more, “No, someone killed Patricia either under the influence of the Dark, or for it thinking they would be rewarded with power or something else.”

“And?”

Nina sighed, “And they likely are under the Dark’s control somehow, still acting for it, and are possibly looking to be the cause of something else happening.”

The doors to the elevator opened and Nina grabbed Tom by the shoulder dragging him inside before punching the button for the ground floor. After the doors closed she continued, “The Dark isn’t stupid, so it’s placed some red herrings to draw any investigation away from it and…”

Tom waited, but Nina just started tapping a finger against her lips as the elevator descended. After ten floors Tom slapped her tail with his hand which jolted Nina and in the next moment Tom found himself pressed up against the wall, a very angry Nina looking at him.

“Why… did… you… do… that?”

Tom pushed Nina’s hand away, “I lost you for a minute. You drifted off into thought and I wasn’t sure that something wasn’t wrong with you. My cat doesn’t like it when I swat her tail. Figured you would act the same.”

Nina ran a hand through her hand and tugged on it, “Nice. I was thinking about what Patricia was missing when she was buried. Something important wasn’t there.”

Tom pushed, “Like?”

“Her tail. It had been severed from her body and we couldn’t find it when we buried her.”

Tom was confused and the look on his face spoke volumes.

“Okay Tom, quick lesson about Succubi and Incubi for you. Beings like us are in fact two beings in one body. In our case, Camilla is the dominant personalty most of the time. I am what we call a Tail. I reside in her tail oddly enough and I can see and feel everything that she does. But normally I don’t appear.”

“So why now?”

“Because I saw who you were pinning down on the floor and I wasn’t going to miss the chance to get a measure of justice. And if you had left me alone with her, I would have killed her.”

Tom shrugged, “I figured as much. You aren’t anything like Camilla really.”

Nina’s tail swished behind her, “And?”

Tom smiled, “And as you said, you are a bitch to those that have done you wrong. But so far you haven’t to me. So like I told you before, you still have to prove yourself to me.”

Nina reached out a hand and stroked it against Tom’s cheek, “It’s because Camilla likes you, and I have to admit that I find you… interesting…”

Tom closed a hand around Nina’s and drew it away, “Sorry Nina. My heart belongs to someone else.”

As the bell sounded to announce their arrival on the ground floor Nina sighed, “So does your soul Tom. So does your soul.”

The doors opened before Tom could ask what that meant and they found themselves staring at a group of security guards waiting in the lobby.

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

Apr 08 2012

A Review of Demon Familiar by Jory Strong

I found a work that to me expresses the duality of Succubi and Incubi in their traditional forms and to me that is really quite fascinating to see. What I enjoyed most of all was that what the Succubus or Incubus is, depending on the moment in the story, isn’t what you would expect.

That makes the story even more delicious…

Demon Familiar by Jory Strong

Demon Familiar by Jory Strong

The story is told as:

Pulled from the void by a binding spell, demon essence becomes mortal-familiar, and Ianthe forms, yielding to her preference for the female shape. She longs to live a human life, to love as a human, and while she’s escaped the dark realm and the lord she called master, she can’t escape her nature.

Incubus, succubus, Ianthe is able to shift between male and female forms, though both aspects need to be fed. She could have any man, but it’s Homicide Detective Miguel Torres she wants, the man who unknowingly summoned and bound her. Their attraction is intense, immediate, and Miguel believes he’ll never want another—until he meets Ian, Ianthe’s mysterious twin.

Attempting to withstand needs and urges denied since childhood, Miguel buries himself in Ianthe’s lush body as he battles his attraction to Ian. Then drowns in shame when he succumbs to it—only to have the murder of a gay teen force him to revisit the past…before he loses his future.

The story is, at least to me, a fascinating one. It is the duality of what Succubi and Incubi are in one interpretation, that being a single being that can take both female and male forms and switch between the two of them at will… That’s something that hasn’t been written about very much and is a refreshing change of story ideas to me.

Miguel is a police detective in a world where supernatural beings exist side by side with humanity. They look like humans, they have jobs and lives much like humans, but they also have to deal with their supernatural abilities which can make things interesting at the least and troublesome in the extreme. His friends are supernatural or supernatural/human mixes, though he is not fully aware of all that goes on around him until he becomes involved with Ianthe.

Ianthe is a Succubus. She has been in this world before and forced into doing some evil things by her master at that time, but she has broken free and Miguel accidentally summons her. It turns out that only he could have because of the needs he has within him and what Ianthe is.

Ianthe is both male and female. Incubus and Succubus. And she is exactly what Miguel needs in order to find happiness in his life. Tat realization takes some time and Ianthe and her male form Ian make things more complicated. Miguel’s friends also doubt Ianthe’s promise that she does not want to hurt him and that makes things more complicated still, though eventually she does find friends and defenders that if not support her, at least understand her.

There are male/male and male/female sexual situations of course, but they are not the point of the story. Of course they are hot and need to be there to move the story along, but the story is not one sex scene after the next.

It is a thoughtful exploration of what it means to know oneself. Who you are, what you are, and why you are.

That’s cryptic, but needs to be as the story is so focused on that theme that revealing more of it would be doing a disservice to the work…

I give it four and a half pitchforks out of five.

The one thing that I miss in the work is that Ianthe in both forms has no horns or tail. That’s not much to be disappointed in, and really other than that the work is enthralling, well written and I think well worth reading for anyone that wants to see another view of Succubi and Incubi that isn’t what you would expect…

 

Tera

Apr 07 2012

Why is this Succubus shaking so much in this YouTube?

Sometimes the shorts that appear on YouTube are interesting to me from an artistic point of view when they have Succubi in them… Occasionally I have to get past something in them to like them, but then that is my personal quirk so… Anyway, I found this little short that has a Succubus appearing in it, the short is of course titled Succubus…

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

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e2iubzXeWBU

Three things bother me a bit about this video. One is the smoking. I’ve never smoked and never will, and the idea of it makes me cringe a little, but there are lots of people that have a fetish for that so I’ll leave them to enjoy that on their own…

The other thing is when the Succubus is coming down the hallway towards her victim the speeded up shaking just looked really really wrong. I think it would have been much more apt to see her slinking towards him seductively…

I also thought that the victim’s panting in fear was just a little bit over the top and perhaps not that convincing at least to me…

It’s not going to be one of my favourite Succubus YouTubes, but the concept I did like in a “kind of sort of a horror scene” sort of way…

 

Tera

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