Aug 06 2012

Two Things to Learn by Legion

There is a thread on the Garden, who’s link you can see in the sidebar here on the Tale… Members posit two words and then Legion, a wonderful writer and dear friend on the Garden to me and so many others, writes a story about them.

In this case, my hero Fzzy asked for a story from Legion with two very specific and important words in it as he recounted…

FZY asked me to do a unique one for Soldier/Succubi.  Now, obviously, when dealing with a Succubi you have to treat it with the utmost care.  Especially since I know how much work and how important that wonderful world is to Tera.  So, after getting an ok from both of them, I hammered this one out.  FZY was pleased, which makes me happy because I looked at this as a B-Day gift, and Tera approved too and even offered a few friendly corrections. Maybe I am just silly, but I just will never dip my toe into writing about Tera’s world without her permission, just because I know all the special reasons behind its creation.  So, anyway, hope everyone else likes it:

I most certainly do and thank Legion for adding to The Realm’s mythos…



Two Things to Learn

By Legion

I am a soldier.  I stand for my country.  I have been trained to defend, to protect, to fight, and even to kill.  I sacrifice for others and I do it willingly.  I face things most people do not understand and I deal with them in ways some do not approve.  But those that don’t approve don’t understand that I am standing for them too.  But I am not invincible.  I have doubts and fears.  I grow weary like anyone else.  But I am different from most people when I have to deal with my doubts, fears, and weariness.  Because I have to stand for my country.

I am a succubi.  I stand for a balance.  I have the skills to seduce, to heal a soul, to take a soul, and even to love.  I am mischievous and caring.  I live in a world that most don’t know exist or fully understand and I live in the world of humans too.  The balance I offer is both of the soul and the heart.  And sometimes it is for the other and sometimes it is for me… and sometimes it’s for both.   I am different from humans, with a tail and a pair of horns.  But I am human enough to need a hero from time to time too.

John slipped quietly into the bar.  He took off the camo hat that matched his fatigues. It really wasn’t the time of day to be visiting a bar and, to no surprise, he found it empty.  That suited him well since he really hadn’t come here to drink.  He had come here to be alone with his thoughts.  And maybe have one drink.

It was harder at the barracks.  There, he was surrounded by everything he was.  He saw the uniforms, heard the orders, and followed the code.  He always believed in that life and that code.  He did, even in this very second.  But he was also human and had doubts and fears.

With the second decade of his service coming up on him he had started to feel melancholy.  He supposed he could talk to one of those base shrinks, but he didn’t know a soldier who did that willingly unless they were in an impossibly bad way.  John wasn’t in a bad way.  But he had started noticing more and more the other soldiers that had wives, children, and families.  He had started noticing because he didn’t have any of that.

When he had joined up he had only been looking for a combination of serving his country and adventure.  But after being in more than his share of battles, his thirst for adventure had been more than quenched.  But his desire to serve his country had only grown upon seeing what his country needed defending against.

It was with this thought that kept him from making ties.  He had friends that he laughed with and enjoyed being with.  He had women he had shared nights of passion with.  But the friends were not family… not the kind of long term ties that came from wives and children.  And the women he had spent nights with were certainly not it either.

But now he was seeing that, while country was worth fighting for, in fact needed to be fought for, he was missing the simple pleasures of family.  His married friends had laughed lightly at his ‘lack of ties’ and he had laughed back.  But inside… he wondered if he would serve his country and that would be all.  He found he wanted more.

He settled into the bar stool and took a couple of peanuts from the bowl on the bar.  The TV mumbled softly in the background and the dimness of the bar helped him blend in.  The irony did not escape him that he had come to a bar to be alone… because he had doubts about being alone.

Then he heard a soft, pleasant, and musical voice, “What can I get for you soldier?’’

Terri stared into the mirror and calmly combed her ebony hair.  She took careful care to make sure that it flowed around the two small pointed horns on her head.  She could focus and they would fade naturally, but when she was alone, she liked seeing herself as she really was.  She noticed a red tail swaying slightly behind her and gave it a small smile.

Terri rose and began to get dressed, never sure where she was going.  That was the nature of who she was as a succubi.  They were pulled to where they were needed.  Someone might need a bit of adventure or a comeuppance and she would be there to be sure they got what they needed.  It was the nature of her mystic race, to provide balance and, in return, to feed slightly on the souls of those that they brought balance to.

Terri had lived many uncountable years and had enjoyed her people’s method of bringing that kind of balance, with the typical mischief of the succubi.  But she had begun admitting to herself that she had not been feeling it fully of late.  It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be a succubi anymore, but it was more of the balance of her own existence.

She had offered men and women of the mortal world dreams and desires that had restored their balance in infinite amount of ways.  She had turned people to robots, had added the tail of a mermaid to her horns as she danced in the sea.  She had laughed as those that had been cruel had received many a fantastic surprise.  It was part of the life she loved.

Every time she fed slightly on the power of their souls.  She didn’t steal them as she was a succubi, not a demon.  But hers bonded with theirs in the heat of the moment and in that bonding she fed.  She felt their very essence and it was more than pleasure, it was rapture.  But in that bonding she saw many different sides of the worlds, including the bonds her subjects had with others.

Terri’s succubi bond was always a very faint connect, she would and could, find anyone she had bonded with.  But the connections she had felt had run deeper, been far stronger, and had, quite frankly, made her start longing for such a connection.  It wasn’t unheard of for a succubi to feel that way.  Even the Queen had.  But it also wasn’t done often and it wasn’t like she wanted to connect with just anyone.  It was the simple fact that, after seeing the bonds that humans and their families made… she wanted a deeper kind of connection like that.

She had connections.  She had them to her sisters and to those that she had bonded with.  But those were all different.  They weren’t the kind of bond and the kind of connection that put fire in her.  Her sisters were a connection of family love and playfulness and her connection to those humans she had bonded with… they were more like keeping a snapshot of that person to look at and remember, except the snapshot was in her being.

She just wanted… she wanted someone different.  Someone she could talk to… trust… have fun with because she wanted to and not because it was her nature.

Maybe she wanted love.  She wasn’t sure, but… it was all so complicated.

But what could she do about it?

She was still mulling it over when she walked through her door and found herself in a dim bar.  There was only one man there and he sat quietly, not really looking for anyone.  He wore the camo fatigues that marked him as a soldier and that interested Terri.

She hadn’t seen many soldiers prone to melancholy.

She walked up and smiled when she realized her pick of clothes matched the bar landscape.  It always did.

“What can I get for you soldier?’’ she said with a soft smile.

John looked up and saw a very attractive waitress standing in front of him.  She had ebony hair and a amused look on her face.  She reminded John of the occasional flings he had over the years.  But despite her looks, John sensed something more about her.

He tried to forget his earlier thought that he hadn’t come here to drink, “Well, I’m really not thirsty.”

She smiled, “Funny place to come if you’re not thirsty.”

He had to admit that she had a point, “Just give me a shot of whiskey then.”

She nodded and continued talking, “I’m Terri by the way.”

He watched her shuffle through the bottles, “I’m John,” he said absently.

Terri nodded, set the bottle down, and started to clean the glass as she watched John.  She could tell that he was definitely in turmoil about something.  Succubi had the ability to sense things and people that were out of balance, but that sense didn’t tell them WHAT was out of balance.  That is what they talked to the people for.

She started to pour him a shot and gave him her best smile. It wasn’t that hard considering how handsome he was, “Soldier sitting in a bar that doesn’t want to drink?  Sounds like things are on your mind.”

John took the glass and turned it around in his hand.  Once again, she DID have a point.  But despite what most believed, you didn’t tell everything to your bartender, no matter how beautiful she was.

“Yeah, you could say that.  Just the typical life things getting me down I guess,” he said as he took a small sip of the whiskey.

Terri tilted her head somewhat surprised.  He didn’t sound in turmoil as much as he had sounded… well, weary.  Hadn’t she heard the same kind of tone in her own thoughts before coming here?  It was an odd coincidence and one she tried to dismiss.

“Life stuff isn’t any easier for a soldier than it is for the rest of us is it?” Terri said, trying to draw him out.

John shrugged and made an attempt at humor, “Well, only when we can’t shoot it.”

Terri laughed in spite herself.  It was good that someone like this wasn’t so far down that they had lost their sense of humor.  But still, whatever was bothering John was something that needed to be dealt with or else she wouldn’t have been drawn here.

Inwardly, Terri mulled over what to do.  Usually the trick was to get them to tell her what it was that was causing the chaos and then tailor the solution around that knowledge.  But with John being so guarded, not surprising given who he was, she would have to fall back to a succubi backup.

“Care for another?” she said idly, as she wiped down the top of the bar.

John mulled over the small shot.  It really hadn’t been that much and he decided one more would be all right.  It might give him that perfect amount of buzz without making him roaring drunk.

“Hmm, yeah ok.  But that’s it,” he said firmly.

Terri nodded, impressed that he wasn’t willing to drown his troubles in a bottle.  But it meant that this would be her best chance.

She grabbed the bottle again and made a show of staring at him, it wasn’t that hard either, and “How long have you been in the service?”

He looked back at her and enjoyed her smile, “Oh, a long time.  I actually… Ahhh!”

John cried out as a splash from the bottle dropped a fair amount of whisky on his pants.

Terri’s eyes widened in, what she hoped, was convincing surprise, “OH!  I’m so sorry!  I wasn’t paying any attention!  Are you ok?”

John, to his credit, took it all in fairly good humor, “Yeah, I’m ok… though I’m gonna smell like I had a lot more to drink than I did.”

Terri winced and pulled a dry towel from behind the counter, “Here, you can use this.  If you want to, the bathrooms are back there and you can at least get the smell off.”

John took the towel with thanks but wondered why she didn’t wet it herself or simply have him come around the counter.

Probably because it’s a bar, we’re alone, and she doesn’t want a stranger to come behind the counter where she couldn’t easily get away.

“Ok, thanks.  I’ll be right back,” and he headed to the bathroom.

Terri watched him for a moment, surprised that she felt slightly guilty at the mild deception.  But she had to help him and though it would mean that she would go into that help a little dark, she needed a way to implement her backup.  She followed John as far as the bar would allow and spotted the door to the bathroom.  A few soft whispered words went out from her lips.

John was gently rubbing the large whiskey stain in his fatigues as he started to open the door to the men’s room….

He walked into the room and smiled at Terri, his newly minted bride.  She had taken off the more cumbersome parts of her wedding dress and had her back to him as she looked out the window.  She always did love looking at the sunset.

John walked over and doffed his dress coat on a nearby chair.  She looked as radiant as she had been when he had first met her.  Without a word he slipped his arms around her waist and chest.  For a moment she tensed in surprise but then gently relaxed into his embrace.

Terri wasn’t sure what she had been expecting but it hadn’t been this.  She had called a door that would lead John to his desires, with her at the center.  But this… this wasn’t the kind of thing she had ever seen.  This wasn’t a kind of fetish or a heated desire of passion.  This was… this was very different.

She had dealt with people who desired companionship before.  Usually that meant far more physicality than emotional bonds.  Far too many humans linked passion with intimacy and so when their balance needed to be restored, all it took was something intense, something to make them realize what they had could lead to what they wanted.

But this… this was different.  She actually felt a sudden… connection to John.  She thought back to her earlier thoughts before coming her and wondered whose desires this really was.  She had been longing for a kind of deeper bond and as she looked at the wedding ring on her finger, that she knew was a fantasy, she found herself wishing it wasn’t

When John embraced her she felt herself tense automatically, even though she knew he was there.  But it felt so… good.  It felt right, even though this should just be a fantasy to help John, not to help her.  Had she done something wrong when she called for this?

She felt John gently pull her around to face him.  Part of the fantasy was that he believed it totally.  In his eyes, he hadn’t just been in a bar, he had just come from… marrying her.  Was that what had been troubling him so much?

John looked at Terri and saw a faint glimmer of confusion in her eyes, “Hey, are you ok?” he said concerned.

Despite this hitting closer to home for her than she liked, Terri rallied quickly and slipped into her role.  She was a Succubi after all and she had a great deal of practice.

“I’m fine,” she said with a smile, “How about you?  Glad the day is over?”

He made a point to make a show of thinking it over, then shook his head, “No… not really.  Since I never thought this day would come, I don’t want it to end?”

Terri slipped into gathering information mode, despite the fact his words had, once again, hit a bit too close, “What do you mean?  Did you think I would back out?” she said with a playful air she didn’t fully feel.

“No… it’s not that,” he said and Terri saw his eyes start to go slightly unfocused, “It’s just… it seems like just yesterday I was seeing other guys like me… other soldiers… and they were so happy with their family, their kids, and their ties.  And when I looked at them and realized how long I had served and didn’t have that… I kind of believed it would never happen.  I guess I never imagined I would have a connection with someone like that… like I have with you.”

Terri felt a lump in her throat that she really didn’t know what to do with.  What he had said… it sounded like only a slightly modified version of her thoughts before meeting him.  She had thought about love… about connections, real connections.

She tried to hide her discomfort by leaning in and kissing him.  It caught him off guard for a second but he was returning the kiss in no time.  She felt herself melt a bit in his embrace and found she liked the feel.  She liked it far more than she had liked any other kiss.

John pushed her back as their kiss continued and Terri gave a small cry of surprise when she fell back into the bed.  She looked up and expected to see him looking at her with hungry eyes that smoked with passion.  But instead she saw the kind of desire that mirrored her own.

It was the most basic of desires… to not be alone in the heart.

He fell on top of her and started to run his hands over her body and Terri found that she didn’t want him to.  This was a fantasy.  She wasn’t his wife.  She found that she was actually putting her desires ahead of what his… or was she?

Maybe it wasn’t just John who needed balance and their desires met.

“John… wait…” she said, though she had never felt more conflicted, “turn off the light at least.

John rose from his place of kissing her and smiled down at her, “Since when did you become modest?”

“Please…” she said softly.

John wasn’t sure why it was suddenly so important to her but didn’t mind.  He rose and walked over to the switch and turned the lights off and darkness filled the room.

A moment later there was another click of a switch and the lights came up in the bar.

John stood by the switch and blinked hard.  He shook his head to clear it.  He had been with… his wife?  But he wasn’t married.  He had walked into the bathroom and had been someplace else.  He had still been himself but things had been different.  The thoughts of earlier… of wanting ties… it had been gone.  He had a bond, a link with someone… Terri… his wife… his bartender.

But that made no sense.  But he remembered seeing her just a second ago in the remains of a wedding dress.  He remembered feeling so much more at peace knowing she was there.  But both things couldn’t be true.  He felt a mild surge of panic and wondered if he was losing his mind.

“John…” a familiar voice said softly from the corner of the bar.

Terri stood there, dressed as the bartender she had been earlier, he could only see her leg, a bit of her chest, and a slice of her face because she was pressed against a corner.  She looked like she was ready to run at a moment’s notice.

“What the hell is going on here?” he said firmly, he was beginning to think that she had put something in that drink she had given him and was ready to go at her.

But the single eye he saw wasn’t filled with anything but confusion and sadness, “John… I… I know this is strange and you’re confused.  I just… I had to stop.  I didn’t expect this.”

John looked at her in confusion.  She seemed genuinely confused and upset.  It didn’t seem like someone that had malicious intent.  But what HAD she done?  He could see the room they had been in clearly as he saw the bar.  How had she done that?

The side of her face he could see had a pained look, “I know you were just someplace else and you are right.  I did that.  I was trying to help but… but I realized that maybe we are both out of balance about the same thing.  I just didn’t realize it about me.”

John looked at her more confused than ever, “I don’t… what do you mean out of balance?  How was making me think you were my wife help me?”

The one eye of Terri’s that John could see closed tightly for a second and then she stepped out in front of him fully.  John’s eyes went wide when he saw her.

She was a devil.

She had two small, narrow horns on her head and behind her a shapely red tail twitched slightly.  She still looked like she had in both the bar and their ‘married’ lie but she was clearly something else.  But she didn’t look threatening.  In fact, she looked… upset.

Most people, when confronted by a devil girl would run for the hills.  But being a soldier, John had seen his share of surprising and frightening things and he didn’t flinch.  But it WAS a new one for sure.

“What… are you?  Is this a joke?” he said softly.

She shook her head, “No, it’s not a trick.  I’m what’s called a succubi.  I’m a creature that helps those in turmoil through fantasy… usually involving… sex.  I bond with them a little… help them see what they can do to get through the turmoil… to find balance again.”

John dimly remembered his fantasy knowledge and took a guarded step forward, “But… don’t you… like… kill people when you have sex with them?”

Terri sighed heavily and shook her head, “No… that’s a succubus.  That’s a very evil myth that was started years ago about my kind.  It’s why we do what we do in secret now.  When we link during sex we take in a touch of that person’s energy.  It keeps us alive.  But we never take enough to harm… we can’t… anymore than you can reach farther than your arm allows.”

John found himself being a touch less tense… but only a touch, “So… you’re like… a sex fairy or something?”

Despite the clear turmoil on her face Terri smiled and chuckled at that, “Well… I never heard it put quite like that.  But… sort of.  But we want to give far more than we take.  We try to restore balance to people’s souls and in return we take a slight energy from them to keep on living.”

John felt himself more at ease at her words.  Her whole body language seemed contrite and non hostile.  But what she had done… it hadn’t helped him.  It made him realize how great a bond could be and she stopped it.

“You knew how I was feeling. You came here to help me find… balance… or whatever.  But… I don’t feel any better,” he paused thinking about the turmoil her illusion had brought up, “In fact, showing me what isn’t real made it worse.”

Open shame fell on Terri’s face and she bowed her head and her tail dipped low, “I know,” she said quietly, “I broke it before it was finished.  It’s why you remember it so clearly instead of as a dream that would inspire you.  I broke it off… because… everything you said… about ties, bonds… I… I had been feeling the same.  I didn’t know if what was happening was for you… or for me.”

She closed her eyes a moment looking ashamed, “I was afraid I was using you for my needs and not realizing I was doing it… or if… maybe our needs were the same.  So I stopped it.  I panicked… I haven’t done that in hundreds of years… I don’t know why. “

She opened her eyes and looked right at his, “I’m so sorry.”

John looked at the woman.  His eyes were still drawn to her head and the tail that hung rather limply given her sad state.  He was still processing all of this… a devil girl… succubi… a fantasy… needing bonds… it was all a lot to take in.

But a thought hit him, “Wait… you’re not… you’re not suppose to show me… this,” he waved his finger at his head to note her horns, “are you?”

She shook her head sadly, “No.  We are supposed to work in secret.  It just causes too much confusion among people and my kind if we announce ourselves.”

“Then why did you show yourself to me?  You could have just left, or been Terri the bartender again.  Hell, you could have just left and I would have thought you drugged me.  Why did you stay?  Why tell me and show me all this?”

Terri had a look that was a combination of shy and miserable, “Because that wouldn’t have been fair to you.  It would have made your turmoil worse.  It wasn’t fair that because I got confused and because of my feelings, you had to suffer.”

To his own surprise, he found himself taking a few steps toward her, “But that doesn’t explain why you showed me… you.”

Terri tried to look everywhere but where he was, “Because… like I said… I felt the same… when you said how you thought you never would have a tie to someone… I felt the same.  I wanted… I wanted you to see me… the real me.”

John found himself standing in front of her, her head looking away.  He wasn’t bothered by the difference in her appearance anymore.  In his travels John had heard every kind of lie and boast.  He had heard emotions of pure fear and of pure joy and he could tell she was telling the truth.  She had tried to help… she had cared.  She had gone beyond her duty as a… succubi and had put him before her duties.

Something stirred inside him.  He wasn’t sure if it was from the fantasy she had shown him, or if it had come from her fearless honesty, but he felt it all the same.

Surprising even himself, he took her chin lightly in his fingers and turned her to face him.  A second later their lips met.

When Terri backed away, John noticed with dim amusement that her tail swung wildly now.  She looked at him in surprise, “What…?”

He smiled, “I still need a connection… a bond.  I’m still ‘out of balance’ you said.  And since you seem to think you are too… maybe we can fix that together.”

Terri looked shocked but a touch hopeful, “But… I can’t… I can’t marry you… I’m a succubi… we can’t…”

John nodded, “And I’m a soldier.  You have a duty and I have mine.  It’s not as much a marriage as it is… a bond.”

“Are you sure?” she said faintly.

He didn’t answer.  He just pulled her into another kiss and this time she didn’t back away.  She kissed back and a moment later their arms were entwined.

She felt slightly warmer than he expected.  But she was infinitely soft and his hands felt that softness as they explored her bare arms and hands.  She moaned softly and began to kiss behind his neck, lightly licking his skin and he moaned in return.

John gently pushed her back against the wall and proceeded to explore her body.  Terri, more excited than she could ever remember being, started to explore his.  Hands and lips roamed over every inch of their bodies and before long the soft rustle of clothing filled the bar.

Terri giggled lightly as he paused in slipping off her jean shorts.  He had never taken off the pants of someone with a tail.  But Terri’s tail obediently pointed straight down and the shorts slipped off without any real trouble.

A few moments later they were pressed together feeling a heat and desire that both had not known had been so deep inside them.  Terri felt his strength and powerful sense of caring.  She realized that’s where his desire to be a soldier came from… a desire to help.  John felt Terri’s kindness and compassion.  The illusion brought on by her horns and tail as ‘evil’ was so far removed from who she was.  Both took each other in and hungered for more.

Terri shivered with shocked delight as John reached up and lightly kissed her horns.  No one had ever done that before, because she had never shown her true self before.  It was beyond wonderful it was ecstasy.

John felt a soft curl around his back and realized that Terri’s tail was caressing him as gently as her fingers.  It felt unique and wonderful and it made him realize how fortunate he had been that Terri had been drawn to him.

They moved against each other and in each other. Both were riding a wave of desire, passion, and need that neither had ever experienced with another lover and never would feel with anyone else.  They had both longed for a bond, a tie beyond the constraints of duty and need and now, in the lovemaking they were making one.

The heat between them rose and built.  Soft words had given way to loud moans and quakes of pure pleasure in their bodies.  The bond grew stronger, more complete as they both road each other.  They both felt it and it only drove them harder and faster into each other with the desire for more.

Their sweat soaked bodies were near their limit and both felt the fire roar up and they knew it would be like nothing either had felt.  When the fire fully engulfed them both, both threw back their heads and cried out in the forge of bonding pleasure they were both experiencing.  For them and their needs, it was rapture, a nirvana, and an ecstasy all rolled into one.

Both shook hungrily for more but their bodies rejected it.  They sank to the ground in utter exhaustion and simply took great comfort in knowing what they had just forged together.

Both knew that Terri would move on with her duties of being a Succubi and that John would move on with his duties as a soldier.  Both knew that the other would do things without each other.  But they also both knew that they would never be farther than a thought from each other and that they would always be there for each other.  They would be there for love, for comfort, for passion, or anything else the other would need.

It wasn’t a marriage as it was a bond.

When they were finally able to move, both rose and shyly dressed.  They looked at each other and each saw gratitude and deep emotion.  When they had finished dressing, Terri rose and kissed him deeply one last time.  She reached inside his camo and her fingers drew two small horns on the edges of his shoulder blades.  He knew what it meant.  He was hers.  She was his.

With a last longing look she turned and walked out of the bar.  John knew that if he followed she would be gone.  But he also knew, without any doubt, she would always come back when he needed her.  And he would do the very same for her.

Feeling like he had been reborn, John headed out and headed back to the barracks.


Many, many thanks to Legion for this gift, and to my hero for suggesting it…



Aug 05 2012

A Review of Not Quite Casper, Empusa and The Power That Dreams Have by Mercy Loomis

Something a little bit different for a book review on the Tale this week. I came across three works by an author that have Succubi or Incubi in them and some of my thoughts about each of the stories mostly apply to them all… So, I decided to write about all of them in one Tale post…

And so… Firstly…

Not Quite Casper by Mercy Loomis

Not Quite Casper by Mercy Loomis

The story is described as being:

When Katie agrees to spend a month in a haunted house as part of a reality TV show, she doesn’t realize that she’ll be under the watchful eye of more than just the cameras. This ghost is just a little too friendly.

Katie thought it would be a good idea to get involved with a TV show in a haunted house. The problem is that she is a witch and she is sensitive to the ghost that are really there. They poke and prod her protections, and she has kept them out, but one of the ghosts just won’t leave her alone…

There isn’t really a long introduction to Katie, or the situation she is in, nor does the story really dwell on how she got there. No, it starts with Katie having her ghost trying to get her attention almost teasingly at first, but he, and we are told that it is a he, gets a lot more amorous and insistent as the story goes on.

While it is never really clearly said that the ghost is an Incubus, what the ghost does to Katie makes it very likely that it is one. Katie admits to thinking this at the end of the story, but, we learn very little about the ghost save that it likes her, and likes doing all sorts of things to make Katie orgasm.

The story is hot, Katie’s reactions are as well, but what bothered me about the story was that is was more of a hot flash and not much else. There is a story to be told about Katie and the, I’ll say it, Incubus that attaches itself to her, but we don’t get to see that.

That’s more bothersome as the story is written as if the events had happened long ago and you are left wondering what’s happened in the time after this story to Katie…

Something we’ll never know.

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

Needs to be longer and more story about the characters I think at least…


Empusa by Mercy Loomis

Empusa by Mercy Loomis

The story is described as:

Empusa is a Greek daimon whose lovers usually don’t live to tell the tale. She makes an exception for a trio of humans caught in a tangle of love spells, but there is always a price to be paid…

This is a period piece, set in ancient Greece that tells the story of a demigoddess called Empusa and what happens when she meets some human beings that intrigue her.

For those that are not aware, Empusa was the daughter of the goddess Hecate and the spirit Mormo. She feasted on blood by seducing young men as they slept, before drinking their blood and eating their flesh. According to some tellings, she was mistaken many times for a vampire, a while was another meaning for empusa.

Empusa travels the Greek world and, occasionally, feeds from those that she comes to find. They normally are killed in her need to feed, but when she comes across man calling for a demon’s help, she intervenes and discovers that some humans have problems… complicated ones… and she decides that she will, in her own way, fix those problems.

The story is an interesting mix of hate, anger, revenge and sexuality that I haven’t seen much of when it comes to similar stories. Each character has a past, a purpose, and a need to fulfil in their own way, but it takes Empusa to collect all of that into something useful to her, if not to the ones that are trapped in their own smouldering needs.

There is male/male and male/female and mange a trios sexual situations in this work that might not be quite to everyone’s taste, but in the perspective of the era it is set in, it makes perfect sense and the author makes good use of what we know of that time in order to make her characters more real.

One thing that bothered me a little bit was the occasional use of contemporary sayings. The characters speak in tones of older times, but then you see modern passages spoken when, in 482 BC, it just doesn’t fit and that takes me out of the story.

The sex scenes are interesting, but it’s less about the sex than the controlling dominance of Empusa that I thought was more so. She plays the other characters like puppets to her amusement and in the end, makes of them what she wishes to.

Not really a story about a Succubus, though some of her powers are very much like one, not quite as good as the first work here, but a promising character in Empusa at least. But the story seems incomplete in that the character’s lives don’t come to any real resolution and many questions remain at the end of the work.

Three out of four pitchforks.

Just not that satisfying a story for me personally in that we have good characters thrust into sex and otherwise not a lot else happens with them.


The Powers That Dreams Have by Mercy Loomis

The Powers That Dreams Have by Mercy Loomis

The story is:

Sophia of Athens is contentedly obsessed with her dreams of the daimon Empusa, though she knows Empusa is killing her slowly. But as the army of Xerxes advances on Athens, Sophia is in greater danger than she realizes.

This work continues the story of the characters from the previous work, Empusa, by this author. In this story, Empusa comes to take her pound of flesh from the woman Sophia that had started the events of the previous story, and had made a bargain with Empusa.

Or at least you would think so from the beginning of the story. Three years have passed from the previous work, things have changed for all of the characters, the main one being that they are at war with Xeres, and Sophia is slowly being drained of her life by Empusa feeding on her as she dreams.

Sophia is betrayed, taken to the armies of Xeres, and from there, her fate comes to pass. The truths of Empusa are revealed, what she has done to all of the humans that she had dealt with previously, and where they all are now.

I found it a satisfying story that tied up a lot of loose ends and questions from the previous story. The Sophia and Empusa become more rounded out characters and the writing seems to be tighter and more alive than in the first story. As this story focuses on Sophia and Empusa almost exclusively, there is some minor sexual interaction between the two of them. It’s less about the heat in this work than the completion of a story.

That’s quite nice to see as many short stories leave plots and characters dangling with fates unresolved. However, while we learn of fates, the door is left open to a future tale from this universe and questions remain about Empusa in what she wants and why, really why, she has been somewhat enamoured herself with the three humans that are now, really, in her thrall…

Feeding alone can’t possibly be enough can it?

Three out of five pitchforks.

Bit short, could have told more about Empusa and her world than we see, but well written and interesting, which are all good points.

Overall, I like the author’s writing and style. There is little to take you out of the story, save for the occasional modern sayings that crop in places they shouldn’t be. It’s not a series about Succubi exclusively, but still a good series of short reads with a mug of hot chocolate…



Aug 04 2012

A Review of Eagle’s Shadow by Niall Teasdale

Time for a review of the ninth book in the Thaumatology series by Niall Teasdale, Eagle’s Shadow. I reviewed the first book,  Thaumatology 101, here. The second, Demon’s Moon was reviewed here. The third book in the series, Legacy, that review is here. The first collection of short stories from this universe called Tales from High Towers’ Study is here.  The fourth book in the series, Dragon’s Blood is reviewed here. And the review of the fifth book in the series, Disturbia is reviewed here. The second collection of short stories, Tales from the Dubh Linn, was reviewed here. And the previous book in this series Hammer of Witches was reviewed here.

Eagle’s Shadow by Niall Teasdale

Eagle’s Shadow by Niall Teasdale

This, the ninth book in the series, puts our heroines in a spot:

Ceridwyn Brent and Lily Carpenter are on top of the world as they attend the New Year Ball at the Chinese Embassy. Attending are the Prime Minister of Britain, the President of the United States, and Huanglong, the Chinese Imperial Dragon. It seems as though they have really entered into prestigious circles when Ceri and her boss, Cheryl Tennant, are then invited to a function at the US embassy.

Then Ceri is accused of attempting to assassinate President Wilson, and Ceri and Lily fiend themselves hip-deep in a plot designed to bring America to a state of war. With an old enemy emerging from the shadows, the American government hunting them, and very few friends to help, they must find a way to stop the plot and get out of it alive.

Ceri and Lily fall into the world of political games, both simple and complex in this story. It was interesting to see how America, and Canada for that matter are different in this world than ours. It was strange to see places familiar and yet so very different. But most of all was how Niall took events from the real world and merged them into his story, specially subjects like espionage, rendition, and international affairs.

The most interesting thing for me however was, the transformation of Ceri from the beginning to the end. It’s reflective I think of how her views of herself are changing, but also a kind of realization of how she must take a different view of her own life and the lives of those that she calls her family now. Ceri suffers… suffers a lot really in this story at the hands of people who, truly, have no idea of honour or understanding. While a lot of that is caused by forces that are out of their control, what Ceri must do by the end of the story in order to set things right was… severe.

That choice has repercussions of course, quite a number of them. The final pages of the story did make me pause and consider where Ceri will go from this point forwards. She has made enemies of course, that is so very present in this story, but she also has made some allies that I think will return in the future one way or the other.

The world Ceri lives in is, time-wise, the same as the one we live in, but while that is true, so much of the technology that we take for granted doesn’t exist in her world. Possibly the most thrilling to me at least is the appearance of airships as one of the means of travelling. And the scenes there in were, really, well done and painted a lovely picture.

Ceri does face a threat that she has seen before, and the true scope of that threat when it is fully realized is quite overwhelming really.  But in spite of that threat, the crisis and all that happens to Ceri and Lily in the story, it is still about the people. What one person, or a few people, can do to counter a threat to peace is really well told.

Lily, I am quite happy to say, my favourite half-Succubus, is very present in this story, and more so, she is a very strong character. She shows herself to be more, so much more, than what problems she faces expect her to be. What’s more, she reveals herself to be as strong as Ceri is when events take the two of them into situations and problems that try to tear them apart.

I do have to say that the American characters in the story seem to be very much “out of the loop” so far as the realities of magic and the world in general. I wondered if any of the major American characters, save one, had a clue about the things they were playing with. The reasons behind that, the manipulations and the deceits therein, were more than I expected at the beginning and that did add to the story as a whole.

There are some reveals that I didn’t expect which made some of the more prominent characters in the series so far have layers and secrets revealed that were very interesting and I do wonder where that will take them in the future.

As with all of the books in this series, it is well written, well told, with characters to care about, villains to despise, tales of magic to be told and more. A lovely enjoyable read and well worth your time.

Niall once again shows why his works deserve five out of five pitchforks…

I can wait, I think patiently, for the next book in the series, Ancient to appear at the end of August 2012… But it’s not going to be easy on me or my page-turning tail…

But I’ll try.



Aug 03 2012

A Review of Dark Revelation by Stephanie Myers

Perhaps the one question that everyone needs to ask in their lives, the one question that matters most of all is, who am I? Of course that question then turns into a never ending search of oneself, of asking what you are, why you are, and, finally, what is it that you are going to do with your life.

But what happens when you discover that what you thought was real, was what mattered, isn’t what your life to that point was what you thought it was? Where do you go, who do you trust, and, if you manage to find all of that… What does it all mean?

That can open your eyes to things you never imagined, both light and dark…

Dark Revelation by Stephanie Myers

Dark Revelation by Stephanie Myers

The story tells of:

Ryleigh Simmons just turned seventeen. After losing her parents in a fatal accident, Ryleigh moves in with an aunt she was unaware of and is introduced to family she never knew existed. After finding out she is a descendant of the Fae, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery with the assistance of Tristan – a long lost cousin. Ryleigh’s Uncle Finar wants nothing more than to consume her and those like her to become the most powerful Fae in existence and Ryleigh is the only one who can stop him.

This story is, in it’s own way, a coming of age story. There is love, loss, growth, pain and revelations with it. So many characters that I cared about, others that I wanted to have something happen to them, and still others that at the end of the story I had so many questions about. None of that is a bad thing. In truth, it adds layers to a story which could have turned into something very dark and foreboding by the end of it.

The book’s summary does tell a lot about the story as a whole, but what it doesn’t give you a sense of is how Ryleigh survives all of the pain and suffering that she has to face. You really do not get a sense of the things she must face, the people that demand of her, hide truths from her, and, most importantly, the opening of her eyes to what she is in truth.

Ryleigh is described as a Succubus, specifically one an underlying society of beings that have, for the most part, hidden themselves away from humanity. While they appear to be human at a glance, through the story we discover that some have aspects in their true forms that make them appear to be evil. You might expect Ryleigh as a Succubus to have horns and a tail, but she doesn’t… not really. She is, however, in her true form… different.

That is not a bad thing, though reading of her true form, how it manifests, and what it means, was interesting as it had its own internal logic that, for me, fit into the world she exists in well. There is magic, of a kind, in this world, and I thought it a rather clever method of control that beings like Ryleigh must use to control their powers.

It is that power which draws the “evil” of this story, that being Ryleigh’s uncle Finar. He wasn’t the stereotypical evil being, though he does, and is, so very evil throughout the book. It is quite easy to dislike him from the first moment he appears and as the story progressed, I found myself looking for the moment when he would meet his match.

While Ryleigh is the core of the story and Finar is the evil of it, the appearance of Tristan and his sister Illeana brought some mischief to things, but also connections that change Ryleigh’s life and fate. It is hard to accept what happens to them all, most of all Tristan and Illeana, whom I felt had to face things that no one really should ever have to.

There are many, many other minor and not-so minor characters to be found, Ryleigh’s parents touched my heart and I felt for them more than I can explain. Aunt Vera was both mysterious and at the same moment tragic as well. I won’t spoil who Nissa is, or Vee for that matter, but I would have liked to know much more about them. They are mysterious and are more than they seem, as is hinted, but that mystery stays with them through the story.

The story as a whole is, it must be said, so very dark in nature. Personally depressingly dark stories are very difficult for me to read, especially those in which by the end there is no hope at all. This story does not fall into that trap thankfully. While the dark moments are strongly so, there are moments of joy and laughter that show, clearly, that in spite of all that Ryleigh and her family face, there is hope. That’s important and it’s good to see that she never forgets that.

There are, of course, some questions left unanswered. Most of those are little things that are not important to the overall story, but would have been nice to know answers to. There was one moment in the story that made me pause are read several times to try and understand what was happening, but other than that one moment I found the story flowed well, was well written, and, most importantly, made sense.

It did so because what the characters were capable of was reasonable for each of them, they remained true to who they were, and in the end the decisions they made fit with what we knew of them from the story. I appreciated that.

The story leaves several doors open to continue, I do think that the very last chapter is a bit too short and personally I would have made it somewhat longer for all that happens in it. I would have also liked for the future of all of the characters to be touched on a little bit more.

I’ll give this story four and a half pitchforks out of five.

So many questions left unanswered, but this is the first book in the series, so that has to be expected. A scattering of moments where some of the story didn’t quite line up right, but that is a minor issue in the grand scheme of things her as well. Ryleigh’s story is one that I will be following and I do hope that the next part of the story isn’t too far away…

I want to give special thanks to Stephanie Myers for sending me a copy of this work which contained a number of editing corrections in it that made her work much better than the copy that I originally received from Amazon. I appreciated that so very much, and I wish her well in her future works always…



Aug 02 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 239

Something that I think is very unique as the Succubus of the Week this time on the Tale… And I really like this quite a lot honestly…

Succubus Bt Wastedinsanity

Succubus Bt Wastedinsanity

This work is called Succubus and is by an artist on DeviantArt calling themselves Wastedinsanity. You can find the page I found this work originally on DevianrtArt here, and the artist’s page itself here as well…

I really like this piece of Succubus art for several reasons… It’s sexy, but not over the top for one. I like her tail and her horns suit her look very well I think as well. I also like the hint of clothing she is wearing too, it looks right on her and it doesn’t detract from her overall beauty… Love the hair, just right for a Succubus too, and the entire image, though only like a chalk impression of her, really just comes together beautifully…

Do visit the artist’s page on DeviantArt for more of their wonderful art!



Aug 01 2012

Is that all this costume is?

So there are some costumes that consist of not a lot really when it comes to Devil Girl or Succubus costumes… Some are, of course, better than others…

This isn’t one of them.


Keep in mind, when you look at this image, that you don’t get everything that you see here…

This is described as being a Devil Set, which is such as descriptive name isn’t it? It comes with a set of horns, the rather tacky collar, and the shiny red tail. It sells for $7 US at most places on the web where it appears.

Here’s the part that I wonder about… It comes in red, which I understand, black, again, makes some sense, and then they also add… blonde.

Now, it’s not clear what they are talking about exactly, but based on the image, I don’t think, and they don’t mention there is a wig…

So, why oh why would you have “blonde” horns and a tail?

Yellow I can understand, gold I do as well, but blonde?

Not really sure about that idea…

Anyway, this isn’t the worst set of horns and tail that I have seen, but the collar has to go. That just looks awful and I don’t see that working at all. Now, otherwise?

I kind of like the overall look the model has here, but of course you can’t judge what you get in this costume by what she is wearing. Just the horns and tail matter here.

As such, I’ll give them two pitchforks out of five.

Not terrible, but far from the best…



Jul 31 2012

Desires 39

Making a choice, a hard one, sometimes isn’t the problem… The problem is believing in that you can make it in the first place…


Desires – Truths

By MZ and Tera S

Part Twenty-Eight

Tera’s words stung deeply, but I didn’t show her my doubts and guilty. They only served to remind me of how unworthy I was of her forgiveness and love. Now I was quite certain I didn’t have it in me to forgive myself and except Tera’s love freely. If this was the last time she would have a warm heart, I wanted to try and remember Tera just the way she was at this very moment.

I resigned myself to my chosen fate as I closed my eyes and began to recite the last of the spell.

“If you can find love in your heart. Tell her so. If you can’t, your heart is cold stone. The truth is clear. Love is a two way street. She has given you her fate. Either you can, or you cannot. That is your fate…”

I took one last deep breath as the flames closed in on us rapidly. Consuming our bodies as we looked deep into each other’s eyes.

I’ve lived my life my own way… always by my own rules… believing only in myself… what has it gotten me… Oh how I long to look into those… Oh so wonderful eyes of Tera’s.

Having consumed their legs, the flames raced up their torsos. Their bodies evaporating into nothingness as MZ continued to struggle with his decision.

I’m not strong enough to give myself absolution. I can’t do it… I can’t do it.

The flames reaching their hearts and lapping around the edges of their vision. MZ gave up all hope… deciding the best he could do was surrender himself completely over to Tera. In Tera he would place himself… In Tera he would trust his fate… his life… his heart.

For you Tera, I sacrifice myself… In you…

Just before the flames consumed them both completely, I yelled out with my last breath. “And I Love You ”

The room hung heavy in a uneasy darkness and thick smoke. Slowly the murkiness Swirled away revealing Tera being cradled in my firm embrace. A deep peace in my heart growing stronger by the minute. Possessing no more fear, no more guilt, no more pain, I stood there naked and complete feeling Tera’s warm body against mine. Remaining silent, I readied myself to be there for Tera like she had been there for me.

Tera knew me better than I knew myself. She is indeed the most precious of gifts to the world and myself. I’ve come to except that I can be myself. Curtis was never anything more than my real self minus all my pain, guilt and pride. Curtis had no perspective to really appreciate the real gift that was in front of his eyes the whole time. I’m ready to be Curtis again like I was before I chose to change my name to Mind Zapper. Now I can appreciate every moment now and to come, even if Tera decides not to be a part my future anymore. I surrendered my whole self to her. Tera, I love you. Your wish shall be my every desire.


Next time… This story comes to an end…