Nov 16 2011

Too much collar for a Succubus Costume…

Some Succubus costumes… well… most of them, have a flaw or two that make them less than they could be. Horns are awful, the dress looks lousy, there isn’t a tail…

And then there are things like this.

Costume DevilThis is called the Devil by Night costume and comes with Dress, headband with horns, and collar with attached sheer cape.

The gloves, pitchfork and shoes are not included and the costume sells for about $40 US.

I hate the horns. They look like candy canes in a way and just so wrong in so many ways that I can’t stand it. The cape does nothing for me nor does the collar on it. It looks like there is a mop around her neck, so why do that in the first place?

The other thing that bothers me in this, besides the lack of a tail, but this dress does not lend itself to one so I’ll leave that aside, is that the accessories make it look better.

Without the gloves or the shoes, the overall look is not that exciting really and that isn’t quite right. I know that mention is given that you don’t get the gloves with the costume, which is fine, but the sellers should give the option of buying them I think.

So, I’ll give this a single pitchfork out of five…

Nothing really special, it’s nothing without the accessories, so there isn’t a lot to like about this…

Especially the horns.




Nov 15 2011

Desires 5

The Queen of the Succubi looks after her toys… Or are they really that? Only she knows for sure…


Desires – Beach Oasis

By MacroLass and Tera S

Part Five


The beauteous barbie nodded slowly, quite literally putty in the succubi’s hands. “…nothing to do…except listen….obey…..” Her body had become one giant errogenous zone that throbbed to Tera’s beat.

Flexi surrendered utterly, her sense of self retreating farther and farther into the depths of her subconscious under the relentless insistence of her new mistress. “…I want….I neeeeeed…must….rest…relax…go away….”

“Someone new….to cum and play…” The blonde felt Tera’s thoughts overwhelming hers but did not resist. She was so in love now that she’d do anything to please the demonic seductress.

“I…imagine…” The blonde husk began to morph, taking its cue completely from Tera. The Flexi body was only a physical vehicle…the changes were all Tera’s will.

“Miliani…is cumming to play….” As she changed, sensation poured back along the link to Tera. She felt the shapeshifter’s body as an extension of her own…no organs, no bones, just a homogenous hunk of plastic that burned with sensation as a single human sized G spot.

“Your perfect Polynesian toy.” Within moment’s her new slave had conformed exactly to her wishes. The blonde beauty was no more and in her place was a wanton Filipino fuckslave, ready and eager to obey.

Miliani keened in delight as she came, gushing liberally all over Tera’s hand as the new persona was cemented in her mind.

“MMMMM Mistress,” she purred luxuriantly in an islander accent, lying back and parting her legs wide to give Tera better access. “How may your slave Miliani please you this day?”


Tera smiled as Miliani came wildly. She rubbed her fingers in a slow lazy circle around Miliani’s pussy making her gasp and moan in pleasure.

Tera moved her soaking fingers away from Miliani’s sopping pussy, and then slowly began to run her long pink tongue over her own fingers licking them clean. She looked at her with a sultry smile and whispered, “mmmmmmm…. You always please me my love… You taste sooooo divine….”

With a lustful look, Tera moved onto her tummy and lay between Miliani’s tender thighs. She took a breath and then blew across her wet folds sending spasms of pleasure throughout her body. Tera’s hands trailed up and down Miliani’s thighs making goosebumps erupt across her tanned legs. As Miliani watched, Tera’s long tail rose into the air and began to move like a long red metronome behind her. Tera’s smooth tanned bum rocked slowly in time with her tail catching Miliani’s attention.

Tera looked up for a moment and said softly, “Are you soooo hot and wet my love? Is your pussy in so much need for me? Tera moved her fingers back to Miliani’s pussy and teased at her clit gently before she gave her a wink and began to suck and nibble at Miliani’s clit making her world the pleasure that Tera was giving her…


Miliani basked in the pleasure that Mistress gave, content knowing that her sole reason for existing was to amuse the ravishing demoness before her. She longed to show her devition in a more aggressive fashion but it seemed that for now Tera wished to use her body as an erotic playground.

She could live with that.

“I am always ready to serve,” the ensorcelled woman declared as her still green pupilled eyes met the succubi’s. “I need you as I need the sun and the sand. As the air that gives me breath and the waters that quench my thirst…so do I need you.”

She laid back on the beach, moaning softly as she accepted the gift of Mistress’ love. Her hands reached down and softly stroked her hair, moving to thumb the horns that peeked forth from her raven locks.


As Miliani’s fingers stroked across Tera’s horns, she shivered and gave a little moan at the pleasure. She slipped her tongue into Miliani’s slit for a moment sending a strong pulse of pleasure through her entire body. Tera slowly… Ever so slowly lifted her head and removed her tongue from Miliani’s pussy with a little pop as she slipped free.

Tera looked at her and whispered, “Your happiness is so important to me… Your service is cherished by me… You are special in ways that cannot be described in words my love…”

Tera moved onto her hands and knees and then placed her lips just above Miliani’s clit. She began to kiss her way up her firm tanned tummy until she reached her bellybutton. She slowly swirled her tongue around the outside of it gently rimming around and around until she licked into the centre of it sending goosebumps across Miliani’s tummy and making her quiver. Tera pressed her lips against the skin and then sucked softly and passionately for a moment humming slightly as she did.

She crawled a little further up Miliani’s body kissing her way slowly between her breasts and then up her chest sucking the skin into her mouth as she did. Soon Tera had placed herself over Miliani’s body, their nipples rubbing together gently, their lips brushing and teasing at each other until Tera was looking into Miliani’s eyes.

She smiled and gave her a long deep kiss that held her attention for a moment. Just a moment. And then Tera’s tail slipped between her and Miliani’s legs. And then as Tera kissed her, Miliani felt the touch of Tera’s tail trailing against her thighs and then the length of it slowly rubbed against her folds making her buck slightly at the touch.

Tera whispered to her, “Are you ready to please me my love?”



Isn’t pleasure something best shared?



Nov 14 2011

Storm Clouds 144 – 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...

And so we return to Storm Clouds again… Nothing added from the last time save editing by my heart to whom I am, as always, grateful…


Storm Clouds 144

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 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 …

Nov 13 2011

A review of Lust Eaters by Jack Shadow

It’s interesting to see how other people see the concept of Succubi and Incubi. More so when they take their ideas and turn them into stories and novels. Occasionally I don’t agree with the ideas, but I do give them a chance to give me story that keeps my interest in spite of what the concepts might be.

And this time, this is one of those ideas that is tempting, interesting, but just falls short of give me enough of the world that I want to see…

Lust Eaters by Jack Shadow

Lust Eaters by Jack Shadow

Appearances are deceiving. Thinking he is rescuing a girl in distress, an accountant unwittingly brings home an ancient evil that enslaves his entire family. Anastasia has been walking the earth since the dawn of time feeding on the lust of men. Trent thought he was rescuing her, now his wife must rescue him and their son from clutches of a demon, but demons can only be destroyed by another demon. Book 1 of the Lust Eaters Series introduces readers to a hidden world where sex demons feed off the lust of mortals.

The story begins with Trent on his way home seeing a woman in trouble and rescuing her. It turns out that the woman, Anastasia, isn’t what she appears to be. She is a Succubus, and over the course of the story uses her powers to take control of Trent, his wife Nancy and their son Rick.

Her control is over the men and through them Nancy who does her best to try and find a way to overcome the control that Anastasia has over her family. But the cost of that might be more than she realizes it will be.

I won’t spoil the end of the story, nor anything else about the work, but suffice it to say that there is a battle between Anastasia and Nancy and what happens to her family changes their lives forever.

I have to say that the story didn’t quite work for me as well as I had hoped it would. There were a lot of sex scenes in the work, but the connections between them were not enough to hold my interest as I had hoped.

It strikes me that a story is not sex alone when it comes to Succubi and Incubi. There must be more than that for a work to take hold of me and make it worth my time to read.

This author came close to making this work here, but the sex seemed to be more important than the world that the Succubi and Incubi exist in and we get but a small taste of it which was truly disappointing to me.

I should note that there are moments of incest in the story, it’s not the focus of the work by far, but readers should be aware of it…

I’m giving this work 3 pitchforks out of five.

Too short, the universe of the Succubi and Incubi needed more exploration. I understand that it is the first book in a series, but really there should have been so much more background shared by far.



Nov 12 2011

Devil Girl by Christian Papaz

I found another Devil Girl or as I call them, Succubus, sticker on Cafepress this week… I do like art that is sort of old school in nature, like the Betty Boop or Betty Page works of the 1940s and 1950s…

And this piece of Succubus Art I think falls into that very well…

Devil Girl by Christian Papaz

Devil Girl by Christian Papaz

This is the work of an artist named Christian Papaz, who calls this Devil Girl. I found it originally as a sticker on sale at CafePress here, it also appears on various other items as usual there but you can also find more art by Christian Papaz, more accurately as Christian Papazoglakis, here at his website as well.

I like the combination of sexy and cute in this work quite a lot. The long latex-like boots are an interesting counterpoint to the skirt and top the Succubus is wearing. I like her hair, the style, shape and texture of it is lovely. Nice little horns and a lovely tail as well that she shows off really well too in her pose…

It strikes me that she is, in a way, showing off the barest hint of her sexuality, not quite enough to be gauche, but more than enough to attract attention and in doing so, capture the soul of the one she is looking towards…

Deliciously naughty and yet very classy which I really love…



Nov 11 2011

A moment of reflection on Remembrance Day

I have tried to post something on Remembrance Day every year that the Tale has existed and so this is what came to my thoughts on this day…



By TeraS


Another day arrives

and the world spins on

Life continues

as it is want to


The sun rises over

the green fields

The wind twirling

around the markers


Silence comes again

but not for long

Not this day

and only on this one


The hours pass

until the eleventh arrives

The fields once quiet

awakens to life


Families arrive

visit their own

Lovers arrive

visit their loves


Sons arrive

talk to their fathers

Daughter arrive

cry for their moms


Flowers are left

to show they were there

Mementos are kept

of the ones that remain


The moment comes

silence reigns once more

But with the ones

that remember making it more


In their thoughts

the passed are alive

In their minds

they speak again


Around them all

the markers stand

Unseen to the living

shadows of the past


Watching in hope

of those that remember

Their lives not wasted

for the lives they saved


The moment passes

and the shadows fade

Not their memories

they always shall remain


Please remember on this day.



Nov 11 2011

Cornerstones – A Story of the Realm by TeraS

I know full well that my heart doesn’t particularly like having a fuss made on his birthday. As much as I love him and his Beloved, I just can’t allow this day to pass by without giving him something in return for all that he has done for me…

It might not be much, but it is for him and him alone…


By TeraS



One of the most important, though he would never admit to it, persons in the Realm is the one that Tera calls her Heart. The story of how he came to be known by that name is a story passed into legend and story…

…and stories are, after all, what the Realm is all about.

A long time ago, Tera was at a cross-roads. Now that’s not to say she was considering changing her views on life, love and happiness. Nor was she thinking about the wonders that her Eternal had, and still does, share with her.

No, Tera was trying to solve one important problem that her Realm didn’t quite have figured out within it. You see, all beings, every single one, need something to believe in. That’s not simply words, but a meaning to life and all that it beings.

And Tera, well she was trying to find the one person that could, quite clearly, understand that there was more to them than the horns and tail that everyone saw. But that also was never going to be enough by itself. No, what Tera understood was that the right person had to have the wisdom to know, the knowledge to share, and the will to trust.

For in the end, trust was the hardest thing to have.

The search took some time, and Tera didn’t mind that as she found herself meeting, minus horns and tail of course, those that believed in higher powers and more so had the faith and mind to accept that which was in front of them. But the thing was that not one of them could see past the woman that asked questions of them that challenged their beliefs and values to what was hidden beneath.

It was a damp fall afternoon when she came upon a small town and noticed something different about the people that lived there. It wasn’t that they were special. Not that they were powerful. Not even that they had gifts that others didn’t.

No what caught Tera’s attention was that in each and every one of them their souls burned a little brighter than many she had seen before. And it wasn’t a glow that was caused by powers above. It was the glow of enlightenment and understanding given by one of their own that lived among them.

She stayed in the town for a while, talking to those that would speak to her and answer her seemingly odd questions, and there were many of those. She learned that the people in the town credited their joy in the world to a man that believed himself to be no one special, but did more than any person in the town did for those in need, those wanting to talk, and most of all, those that wanted to believe.

Tera found that she wanted to meet this man and know of him and so she found herself standing in front of a small three story home sitting quietly near the outskirts of the town, just across from a quaint white church that she could see, quite clearly, had the same glow it in that all in the town shared.

She was very sure to not look out of place when she found herself at the door, every lock of hair in place, a modest red dress that wasn’t quite as sexy as she normally wore, but did manage to look flattering nonetheless. In her hands she held a small tin box as a gift to give and then knocked on the door softly.

The door opened to reveal a middle aged man. He looked like the sort of man that you’d like to have as your uncle: a kind face; eyes that held the glimmer of mirth and joy he carried with him; the stature of years of listening, understanding, seeing and helping; a life filled with the joy of doing good work wherever he was needed to be.

And at that moment, he seemed to know that this was were he was meant to be.

The first words spoken were his and, as Tera would tell, the ones that settled everything for her: “Hello Dear One.”

What was more right to her was her reply that received a warm smile in return from him: “Hello my Heart. I… I would like to talk with you if I might… I brought cookies if you’d like to share?”

They spent the afternoon talking about things. Not the questions that Tera had asked before, as it seemed to her that they were not needed. No the questions were ones that they both seemed to have interests in.

“What is a soul?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Why is it that so few can see the value in it?”

Tera shared her cookies and he shared his tea with her. When his Beloved arrived, the glow from her was as bright as that from his soul. She had the look of contentment that all those that had their soulmate with them showed. A smile as warm as his, joy in her eyes that never faded from view. More so the understanding that when the calling came for their good works, she would forever support him and she knew full well that he would never see her work alone. When the two of them were together and their love shared in mind, body and soul, Tera could see how it was that the strength of all in this town came to be.

And it did bring tears to her eyes.

When they saw Tera wiping away her tears, they both asked what was wrong, how they could help, and more. It was when they embraced her and she slipped allowing her horns to appear and for them to see her tail hugging them both that Tera thought for a moment that they would reject her as had been done many a time before.

But that didn’t happen.

The words that came were, and Tera should have known from the beginning: “Your light is bright Dear One and horns and all that comes with them can show who are Angels too.”

Tera asked them to trust her to show them her home, and they came with her to the Realm for the first time. On the first day of their arrival there, it was with open eyes, open hearts and most of all, understanding that although the Realm was a wondrous place, there was something important missing with Tera or her Eternal explaining it to them.

Two cornerstones of the building were laid. One by Tera and her Eternal, the other by her Heart and his Beloved. There was nothing else there that first day, it would take some time Tera had said to build what needed to be created.

But on the next morning, when they all passed by the spot, to return back to the Earth her Heart and his Beloved, they were all surprised to see what had come to be.

There are places of light that are, simply, a means to show devotion to a belief. Walls to protect from the elements, materials made to last for centuries and more, the purpose to mark the place to come, share, and be loved. What had been created was more than that. It was made of the belief of the four of them.

The belief in love, understanding, devotion and trust.

Save for the two stones that stood there, all else was made of light. Shimmering golden light that warmed those both within the golden walls, but also warmed the souls of all of those that lived in the Realm. It seemed right that a place of devotion to doing good should have that belief build it’s structure, walls, windows and more. There was not one stick of wood to support it, not one window to block the light within from the light without. It was large, this was true, but them the Realm had many within it and, truly, all were welcome within. And a place like this should, always, welcome all without hesitation.
Her heart was embarrassed of course, it was too much by far, but the place alone wasn’t the end of what Tera had shared.

Tera gave, to them both, one of the Books of the Realm.

There were but three of those Books, and as much as he did protest and try to return the gift, Tera just smiled and pointed at her horns before explaining, “You are part of us and we of you my heart… both of you mean the world to us and so this world should be yours as well.”

That book remains with Tera’s heart to this day, the pages telling stories and tales of the world that he, with her and those that believe, make each and every day of their lives.

Eventually they did return to the town of light and Tera left a gift there, in the town for eternity. She placed a single stone from the Realm in one place that her Heart and his Beloved told her was the right place for it to be. A spot where light would touch it and it would know the love of her Heart and his Beloved evermore. A precious few would come upon the marker in ages to come and it would be reset again and again in places of light in the world, but none would match that of this first, perfect place.

But the most important reason for it being there was for her Heart and his Beloved to have a means to visit the Realm whenever they wished for as long as they wished to and thankfully, and forever more, they did so and in doing that made the Realm the place of light that it was meant to be.