May 19 2012

A Review of Lilith – Twin Soul Novels by Victoria Limbert

I find it interesting how authors take the concept of Lilith and use, transform, or alter her ideals and stories to work within their own story universes. Some get it very wrong, some sort of have an idea of who she is. But then there are the authors that see more in her than most do and those stories fascinate me…

Lilith - Twin Soul Novels by Victoria Limbert

Lilith - Twin Soul Novels by Victoria Limbert

The story tells of:

After a traumatic event suffered at a young age, Annette Anderson believes she had been cursed with the ‘Sight’. The ability to see the Hellworlds and demon souls drove her in to a world of sin and sex, attracting the unwanted attention of the Underground. After months of torture, the She-demon, Lilith, attempted to take Annette’s body and drive out her human soul. Unexpectedly, Annette’s soul fought back, trapping Lilith, leaving them to reside together on a shaky truce.

Along with the help of Michael Daltry, a detective with the Metropolitan Police and Rowan, a demon ordered to protect them, Annette and Lilith must work together to uncover the reasons behind a spate of grisly murders that has hit the the busy city of London.

If they fail, it will truly be Hell on Earth!

Annette is a university professor with a rather large problem. In her youth she made a tragic choice and found herself thrown into the world of the supernatural… She almost didn’t survive. But the price for surviving, for living, for not allowing her soul to leave her body was that she then had to share her body with the Succubus… Lilith.

This meant that she has suffered, been abused and worse for most of her life. But she got away, for a time, from the demon world and back to Earth. The problem now is that one of her students is missing, many are dying around her, and she is forced once again to battle those that which to destroy her and humanity as well.

I found it a really interesting idea for Lilith to inhabit the same body as a “mortal”. More so that they talked to each other, to a point, and the questions, secrets, and emotions that brings out in both of them. I won’t spoil the ending, but it seemed… right. The moments between them reminded me of the mythos of my own Realm and those within it and I found myself considering those relationships more than I have been before.

While the overall story has a good deal of blood, horror and pain in it, there are tender moments. Those really are important at least to me, as they break up the sheer about of pain that Annette must face. There is a relationship in the story that she becomes involved in which is… complicated to say the least. The funny thing about that is I can understand why she is torn, confused, and lost in it. Choices are a hard thing to make and Annette makes a lot of those. Some turn out to not be the best ones for her…

Lilith is, quite simply, an enigma in this work. Oh there are hints about her, some moments when you have to stop and wonder to yourself… What is she thinking really? And why is she acting or talking that way. To be honest, they are the same reactions that Annette asks herself all of the time, but Lilith knows what she is thinking, but Annette doesn’t know what Lilith is… That’s really a layer of both of these characters that makes them deliciously fascinating.

There is a rather large cast of secondary characters, but you would expect that in a story like this. Many different demons, all of which are quite evil of course. A few vampires, and some humans scattered about as well. All of them are interesting in their own way, which helps a lot considering that if they weren’t the story would suffer for that.

I think the best thing I can say about this book is that at the end of it, I really wanted the next story right that moment. Many plot lines to look into, many stories to be told, and the reveal at the end just make me pause and condor what it means for all of the characters in the story.

That is the mark of a good writer. To tempt you with the story to come and make you want to see it happen. I certainly fell into that trap and I can hardly wait for the next story in this series.

Excellent writing, real characters, lovely meaty plots which I enjoyed. A bit too much on the horror side, that could have been toned down a shade and the relationship, both platonic and otherwise ramped up some instead.

A wonderful universe to explore, and I think that there is so much more to be told…

I’m giving it four and a half pitchforks out of five.

I just had a problem with some of the pain and suffering in the story. That’s my own personal view, some may not see anything wrong with it, but to me at least… The story was strong enough, the characters strong enough, and the author’s writing powerful enough that the story really didn’t need to stray in that direction…

The next book I look forward to seeing, and I do hope that the author manages to keep Annette’s quirks and personalty in spite of what happens to her. She’s interesting, unique, and losing that would be a shame honestly…



May 18 2012

A Review of A Succubus for Halloween and Other Tales of Terrifying Temptresses by M. E. Hydra

Time for another collection of stories by one of my favourite authors M.E. Hydra. I reviewed his first collection called A Succubus for Christmas and Other Tales of Devilish Delights here on the Tale. The second collection called A Succubus for Valentine’s Day and Other Tales of Perilous Pleasures I reviewed here on the Tale as well. This week I will be reviewing the third collection called A Succubus for Halloween and Other Tales of Terrifying Temptresses

A Succubus for Halloween and Other Tales of Terrifying Temptresses by M. E. Hydra

A Succubus for Halloween and Other Tales of Terrifying Temptresses by M. E. Hydra

This collection of tells of:

Tempting, wanton, enticing, gorgeous…lethal.

Halloween is a time for chills and thrills. A time for femme fatales to sharpen their claws and take to the night in search of fresh prey. Cuddle up in front of an open fire as M. E. Hydra brings you a delectable dirty dozen of tales about ravishing succubi and other sensual predators.

A man uses a succubus as an instrument of revenge in “A Succubus for Halloween”. An unusual treatment for claustrophobia is prescribed in “Naga Special Massage”. In “The Pearls of the Mediterranean”, a group of holidaying lads discover an exotic nudist beach with a secret. Things get wet and slippery while “Oil Wrestling a Succubus”. Against the backdrop of demonic invasion, a soldier is subjected to the fleshy pleasures of “Capramendes, the Milkmaid”. And finally, a doctor finds a sexy companion for “A Halloween Party with a Succubus”.

Sit back and enjoy these and other tales of weird, wanton and wicked temptresses. They’ll give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, and terrors beyond your darkest nightmares…

Once again, as in previous reviews of this author’s works, I will be reviewing the individual stories and then the work as a whole:

A Succubus for Halloween – Once again the gift that appeared in the story A Succubus for Christmas and A Succubus for Valentine’s Day appears to a mortal. He finds himself the master of a Succubus and he takes her to a Halloween party. And she makes things… different than he expected. It’s an interesting shift from caring, sweet and soft to evil and demonic that this Succubus passes through. What’s more interesting is the back story here and why what happens does make its own kind of sense. It felt very similar to the other two stories in this linked universe, but there were still quite a few surprises to be found in it. One of the top five stories in the collection.

The Orgy of the Pink Flesh – It’s the end of the world, and the only winners are the rich and powerful. One of them collects a group of women to be sex toys for the other rich and wealthy. But one of them seems a bit different. The question is, how much different. Not a Succubus story, but setting aside that, the world is very well defined. The horrors of a world wide catastrophe are palatable and those that control what is left are very easy to dislike. Of course the question them becomes how they are going to be killed and who, or what, is the source of that end. It strays into a mixture of ecological theorem and horror filled terror, but, there are many questions left at the end that I have been pondering over. Not my favourite work in the collection, but it makes you think which is a good thing.

Naga Special Massage – A man arrives at a massage parlour that his therapist recommended as a means to help with his claustrophobia. But once inside, and he meets the masseuse, he finds himself facing his fears in ways he never could have foreseen. This isn’t a Succubus story, but, the thing of it is, that Amanda reminds me very much of the character Nicole, who is a Succubus I adore that this author writes about. There is some misunderstanding and confusion on both sides, but, in the end, its a story that has hope, love, and a promise in it for both Amanda and Ken. Really enjoyed the story, the characters and I think it is my second favourite story in the collection by far.

Pearls of the Mediterranean  – A group of friends arrive in a small resort beach in the Mediterranean. They are expecting to find a nudist beach to look at hot women, but are disappointed. They then are lead by a local to another beach where they find the women they are looking for… and more that they never expected. Again, not a Succubus story, but in this case the horror aspect is muted quite a lot. That i think makes this a better story overall. I really didn’t care for the main male characters in the story, but really I don’t think you were meant to as a reader. A good read, some hot scenes before the surprise is sprung.

Halloween Nyte – Two boys. one of which has the barest understanding of magic and summoning, command a Succubus. But, once a Succubus completes a contract, what happens next? To be honest this was one of the hardest stories to read as it is full of pain and suffering to a man that really doesn’t deserve to. Nyte, who is the Succubus of the story, is evil, powerful, and is both a creature of pleasure and pain. In this story, there is no doubt which of the two she prefers for the most part. The twist is a good one, I liked it in many ways, and it was satisfying considering what the two boys did in the story. In spite of the gore and pain, it’s my fourth favourite story.

The Big Black Bed – An official from City Hall visits a pleasure palace, but the pleasure doesn’t quite end the way he had thought. Once again, the Don and his Succubi appear that we saw in the previous two collections. But this Succubus is quite a bit different and I have to say that I find her interesting as another form of Succubi that I hadn’t really considered before. But then latex and Succubi do get along quite well don’t they? The man of the story really isn’t someone to care about and in the end, again, what happens has some poetic justice in it. Well written and hot in the right places, but not quite one of the best stories here.

Cleric vs. Succubus – A Succubus confronts a Cleric who cares not for the work he should do and has her way with him. I think the most interesting part of this story is the discussion of good and evil and the shades therein. Setting aside what happens, the end result of the meeting, and some of the horror that appears, it really was a good story, well told and it held my interest.

Oil Wrestling a Succubus – Another story set in the Don universe. A gang leader is invited to a meeting with the Don and to bring his best fighter with him. But the fight turns out to be an oil wrestling match with a Succubus… and she’s very good at her holds. Oddly hot story, and I don’t really care for boxing or wrestling to be honest. The Succubi that appear are interesting to me, and I found myself wondering more and more about this world as the story went on. Just a little hint of horror, but it is only a little one and that doesn’t distract from the story. Liked this more than I expected at the beginning and worth the read.

Shrimp and the Crab-Centuar Girls – A group of soldiers are in H-space with a researcher and things go off the rails for them all. I really don’t like the H-Space stories all that much. I’m not sure exactly why that is, but generally I just can’t get into this universe. Thus, once again, not really a story I cared about and didn’t make that much of an impression on me. Possibly because it seems like every possible horror creature exists in this universe and it’s never really explained why or what it is. A lot of horror again in this work, and it didn’t appeal to me.

Welcome to the City – A man joins a investment bank and finds himself at the company party. But not everything is as it seems, and neither will he be as well. A Succubus story, kind of odd in the beginning, but the influences of the Succubi in the story play off well. The end result I saw coming from the moment they appeared, there wasn’t really anyway to avoid it honestly. Some good heat in the story, and the corruption within it “felt” right, if the story overall was really very sad in its own way.

Capramendes, The Milkmaid – Another trip into H-Space, Some off duty soldiers find themselves and the town they are in pulled into H-Space, and the Succubi are coming. Well. perhaps not Succubi, all of them, but they have the appearance of Succubi at least. The twist in the story I should have expected, but it was well hidden I think. Not a lot of horror thankfully compared to the rest of the stories in this universe, but it is there. Not a lot of appeal in the story for the themes in it, but written well nonetheless.

Serving the Earth Mother – A young couple visits a new age shop but discover that evil is very old and still very powerful. Just truly a sad story. I was hoping for a twist at the end, a means for the one that caused all of the pain and suffering to suffer as well, but that didn’t happen. Some very horrific moments and that didn’t site all that well with me. Not a bad story overall, but not to my taste really…

A Halloween Party with a Succubus – A doctor goes to a Halloween party dressed as, The Doctor. But his companion is a Succubus. I was so very happy to see another Nicole the Succubus story in this collection. She really does appeal to me in many ways, but in this story, the part that I liked the most was her admission that the past does not have to be the present or the future. That makes her much more in my eyes than she was, and even then, she was, and is, truly a complete personality which comes out in the stories she appears in. I especially liked that she got to be herself, and the person she is in this story. No matter the words or actions around her to try to belittle her, she remained the picture of poise and grace. Gosh she reminds me of me so much it’s scary… By far my favourite story in the collection. Loved it, wanted to read more about Nicole and how I hope to in the future.

I understand that the author tends to lean more to the horror aspects of Succubi and other beings. I know that there is a market for that, and I know that he has an audience for that as well. The thing of it is, Nicole really is someone that I want to see in her own story… badly. Darn it all there is so much hidden story to her that I want to know and we only see little tiny pieces of it.

I want the entire Nicole and not the slivers of her. She is, by far, the most interesting, real, seductive, and soulful character in all of this author’s works…

I’d gladly pay for a book about her.

The writing is excellent as always in the collection, and as always the Succubi are delicious as far as I am concerned… But there is the horror, a lot of it this time, and that tends to make me not want to savour all of the stories as much as I wanted to.

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

A bit too much horror in this collection for me personally, but the appearance of Nicole made it worth everything.

There will be a review of the last book in this author’s series, that they have released so far, next Friday…

…and it’s a full length novel interestingly enough…




May 17 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 229

After the three weeks of Bruce Colero’s work, I decided that I would share one manipped piece of Succubus art that I found on DeviantArt as well. I think that it’s really well done, much better than any that I have managed to create by far and I really do admire the talents of the artist that created this work…

Devil Girl Backlit by Monkitty

Devil Girl Backlit by Monkitty

This is called Devil Girl Backlit by Monkitty and I found this work originally on DeviantArt here and you can have a look at this artist’s page on DeviantArt here too!

This particular artist seems to have a lot of really amazing manips of catgirls, panther girls, wolf girls and other really well done manips of other beings of fantasy…

They also did a manip of what they called a Devil Girl on vacation that I thought was just too cute too…

Now, I love the really quite realistic way they added her horns and tail, I especially like that her tail is a pointed one and nothing strange which happens from time to time… The horns look right on her, not too big and oversized which is something that happens a lot as well.

Just a sexy Succubus will all that entails and that’s just a beautiful thing to see…

Please do visit their DeviantArt page for some excellent manips!



May 16 2012

This costume’s devilish ways… Aren’t.

The one thing that any costume that has anything to do with Succubi must have is a little bit of sexiness in it. That’s not that much to ask for is it?

Sometimes I wonder…

Devilish Ways CostumeThis is called the Devilish Ways Costume, and it comes with a red microfiber dress with long halter ties, an uneven hem and a wrap around belt with a gold buckle. There is an attached tail as well, and a devil horn headband.

It sells for $70 US, but can be found on sale for as little as $40 US.

The hem on this is a mistake. It could be a really nice red dress, but that hem and the change in material that goes with it ruins the look.

The tail is not that bad really, it’s a bit small and short but not the worst thing I have ever seen. As well, the horns are not that bad either.

So there is some promise in this costume, but what to change in it?

Lose the belt, that’s not needed really. The odd material at the hem needs to go and if the dress itself was lengthened slightly and was a bit more body hugging, then I think it would be a really nice “out in public” costume for Halloween…

But not like it is. Sorry, but the look just isn’t right and it’s not sexy like this…

I’ll give it two pitchforks out of five.

Possibilities, but not enough to make it worth adding to the collection…



May 15 2012

Desires 29

Fear is only there if you have it in you… The Succubi Queen doesn’t for she trusts in others if they cannot trust in themselves…


Desires – Truths

By MZ and Tera S

Part Seventeen

Tera smiled lovingly and then, for a moment, just a moment, she moved her lips close to his. She brushed her shiny red lips against his, her scent filling the air around them as she shivered from the kiss. Before he could do anything to refuse her, Tera had managed to slip her tongue between his lips and then sucked his tongue into her mouth for a moment. Their tongue entwined together, her passions growing and then she broke the kiss with a soft sigh.

She looked into his eyes with her soft green eyes filed with love and devotion to him, and then whispered, “As you wish…”

She very slowly lifted her bum slightly off him and then began to move to slip off his lap. When she was almost in position to be clear of his cock she suddenly pressed her bum down onto his hardness for a moment allowing that hardness to rub teasingly over her skin. And then Tera simply slid off his lap like water. She was a fluid shape of passion and love that caressed him until finally her fingers slipped over his body as she slipped free of him, but not before trailing themselves over his hardness…

She stood there for a second in front of him, pausing to allow him to admire what she had given to Curtis so long ago. And then she took a few small steps to the side, her bum wiggling as she walked. A moment later and she stood to the right of the chair. But through all of this, her love for him never left her eyes.

She she so slowly moved to her knees, the soft carpet around the chair helping to cushion her as she placed herself beside him. She folded her hands into her lap and then tossed her hair over her shoulder. And then she simply looked at him.

Looked at him with love.

Looked at him with devotion.

Looked at him with the need to be with him always.

Looked and awaited him not in judgement. Not in fear. Not in terror.

In love.

And love can conquer all…



May 14 2012

Storm Clouds 167 – 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...

A bit more story to the latest chapter… I think it needed it…


Storm Clouds 167

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.


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?”



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.”


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.”


“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.”


“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,” he deadpanned, “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 it’s 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 the bridge of 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.”


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.”

“Wonderful. This just gets better and better.”

She turned back to Tom and, with a hard look in her eyes, said, “If you want out. Go see Tera and tell her that.”

“I’m not a quitter. I complain, moan, and curse, but I don’t walk away from a fight.”

Nina’s answer was, “And you have no idea why Tera asked you to look into this?”

Tom smirked, “I figured she liked my looks.”

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 thing is, Tom, I think you are involved because the Dark uses humans for its own gains.”

“And you don’t?”

Nina waved her hand at the ceiling, “You want me to claim that we’re pure and lilly white? Sorry, Tom, I can’t do that. Yes, in the past, a long time ago, we weren’t nice; we didn’t care, either. Once upon a time we had humans as pets, toys, and worse; we would twist them into whatever we wanted them to be.”

Tom flinched at the tone of her voice, but still asked, “So, what changed?”

Nina’s hand dropped to her side, “One human, just one, showed us that there was a better way and we took it.”

“Have I met whoever they are?”

Nina laughed, “Oh no, no you haven’t … Trust me, you would well be aware of them if you had.”


Nina looked wistful, “You’ll have to ask Tera about that sometime …”

Tom filed that away for later before prodding her, “Okay, so back to me being involved?”

She nodded, “You’ve been told that some beings need humans to do their work for them. The Dark needs willing humans, or at least humans that it has touched, to do its bidding.”

“Still doesn’t explain me.”

“You know human nature better than we do, Tom. You see more than we do. It used to be that we would just take control of someone and force them to talk. You saw what Camilla did, right?”

He nodded.

“She hadn’t done something like that in about a thousand years, Tom. Oh, she was brave about it, but it tore her up inside to have to do it.”

“So, what we have to face are people who might be … mind controlled or something, acting for the Dark without knowing it, and best of all, you really can’t be sure until you come in contact with them?”

Nina sighed, “The Dark isn’t stupid, so it’s placed some red herrings to draw any investigation away from it. Lots of humans to comb through for an answer 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, so that, 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 hair 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 personality 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 to 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 who have done you wrong. But, so far, you haven’t been 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.”

Nina sighed, “So does your soul, Tom. So does your soul.”

Tom’s face soured, “Why is it that you all have to be so damn cryptic?”

Nina looked away from Tom, “I apologize, but that’s how our kind is. I’ll give you a hint, though, that you should keep in mind … You want a direct answer? Give a direct question.”

Tom gripped the railing behind him and looked away from her. Neither of them said anything for a dozen floors, but then Tom asked, “Tell me about Tails, Nina.”

She didn’t turn around, but Tom could see her body tense, “Tails are the Succubi or Incubi of the past. If you can recall your myths, we can be very evil, very dominant, and most of all, we have, on occasion, claimed souls.”

Tom frowned, “That’s not exactly comforting, Nina.”

She shrugged, “It’s not important. What matters is that we exist in order to keep the young aware of what they might be if they do not learn, and if they go off the path, or worse, we are there to help them.”

Tom considered what she said, but before he could ask more, Nina added, “Your next, obvious question is, I think: ‘Do you have a soul?’”

Tom nodded slightly, “Seems to be a reasonable question to ask at this point.”

Nina smiled, “We both do. Very much like yours, really …” Nina looked over her shoulder, “Would you like to know what I can see in yours, Tom?”

He didn’t have to think about his answer, “Not really. I suppose that it’s not that important.”

As the bell sounded to announce their arrival on the ground floor Nina sighed, “See, that’s the biggest problem in the universe, isn’t it?”

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, their backs to the elevator doors.

Tom reached for his weapon, “Got any ideas? I left my holy hand grenade in my other pants.”

May 13 2012

That Moment By TeraS

It’s Mother’s Day today…

I… I have a hard time sometimes on this day, for reasons that my online family know and understand well…

This is a story about the moment that comes… now and again…



That Moment

By TeraS


There is one day in the year that is the hardest of all days for Tera.

Mother’s Day.


Not for the day itself, but for the moments …

moments when she remembers.


Tera becomes melancholy when she awakes,

knowing that she will not see her mother again.



Not to feel her hug,

to see her smile,

to hear her voice.



The morning is … difficult … unsure.

Her smile is a bit wan.


The morning passes with the thoughts of what might have been,

of what could have been,

but aren’t …

of what should have been,

but is.


Lunchtime comes …

and Tera sees in the Realm the other succubi,

the ones who have Daughters and Sons …


… the love in them, around them…


… the hurt comes to her again, a bit stronger this time,

knowing that she can never, truly, be called “Mother” …


…the dark thoughts she pushes away …


… the thoughts that always return:

that, because she cannot birth a child, she is not one of them.


Tera opens the doors to her home and greets them all.

She smiles, shares moments about her own mother,

and becomes, ever so slightly, lighter in her soul,

the pain and hurt lessening just slightly.


The afternoon passes, Tera sharing her gifts with them all.

The smile becomes less wan and more warm.


Tea time arrives, and so do the older succubi …

to talk about Tera’s mother, tell stories about her.


In Tera’s mind, her mother is there in the room with her.

Listening, smiling, laughing with those who knew her.

Tera relaxes for the first time in this day.

Her smile is warm, she becomes a bit more happier.


Dinner arrives, Tera cooking in her kitchen,

her Eternal there helping as always.

They share a look …

he knows what her day was.

She waves a hand

and smiles the smile he knows so well.


The meal prepared, the doorbell rings.

Tera opens the door to find …

her Daughters … Rianna, Branwyn, Ayashe…

Each one hugs her tightly and calls Tera … “Mom.”

She cries, she always does.


The hurt leaves her finally.

The love setting in again fully.

Tera hears her Mother tell her, once again,

“Mother’s Day is for those who are called ‘Mom,’ after all…


Her smile returns, finally,

the one that matters,

the one with love, understanding, and all of her soul behind it.

And, in that moment, she knows that her mother, as always …


… was right.

To all the Mothers on this day… Happy Mother’s Day to you all…

Love and Huggles