Nov 17 2011

Succubi Image of the Week 203

I’m going to be doing something a little bit different for the Succubi of the Week on the Tale for the next six weeks or so. The reason for that is I would like to showcase the work of an artist on DeviantArt that has created some deliciously sexy Succubi and I think they should be enjoyed as a group…

Now, the images are not in any real particular order, it’s just whichever of the six that I happen to look at on the day that I post them to the Tale…

The artist is called Darthhell, and while they do not exclusively create Devil Girls or Succubi, there are quite a number of works with them there…

Like this one…

Succubus by DarthHell

Succubus by DarthHell

I’m calling this Succubus because the real name of it isn’t that descriptive really, but it is the first work that I saw from this artist, and so I’m starting with this one…

It was created in 2008 as the signature and date on this image reveals, and I think that it foreshadows much of the following images that Darthhell has created since that time…

And you can find this image where I originally found it here on DeviantArt.

I’m just a little bit disappointed that we can’t see her tail here, but that’s only a small disappointment as the rest of her is very succubish… Nice small sexy horns, lovely hair, and a seductive pose mixed with her glowing eyes in shadow all make for a perfect Succubus on the prowl…

Please do visit Darthhell’s site on DeviantArt for lots of lovely 3D art!









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.