Jun 15 2011

Shag carpeting does not a Succubus costume make…

I like costumes that allow some skin to appear. Now that’s because I don’t like to overheat in them and as well, I like being able to accessorize them in different ways. Sometimes that means long gloves, or stockings or other things that make the costume look more Succubus-like…

In this case, anything you might do is smothered by the shag carpet that they cut the costume out of…

This is described as being a Sultry Devil Costume and comes with the red front slit gown with attached tail and the devil horns headpiece.

It sells for $25 US.

And I really do think that it is made from a piece of shag carpeting.

It looks to be so very heavy and uncomfortable to me, the tail as well looks lousy too, the horns are nothing special and the band they are on is so oversize to be laughable really…

The long sleeves cover any sort of gloves save little ones up completely, and the length of it, to go right down to your ankles, even with the front slits really doesn’t help this in the slightest.

I suppose the one saving grace for this is that if it was a really cold Halloween night you wouldn’t freeze in it going to the party, but after you get there I would hope you have another costume to wear because really this thing is going to be so hot hat you’d want to stripe out of it…

Maybe that’s the point I’m missing?

Regardless of that point, I don’t think a lot of this, and I wouldn’t really want to own it either.

I’m giving it one pitchfork out of five.

It gets that because I don’t like the cold.

Mind you my tail cozies are so very much better than this for keeping me warm I think…

 

Tera

Jun 14 2011

Temptations 116

The Question they say can be answered by 42. Is the question that the Queen of the Succubi asks as simple?

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Temptations 116

By TeraS and James

James sat down in the cushioned chair next to Tera’s and sighed a long sigh.  “What is the human soul?  Nothing like a small question, hmmm?”

He looked into her eyes, through his spectacles and her own.  He had been a bit distracted for a moment by the line of her throat, but had never stopped listening; he didn’t want to miss a syllable.

“If anybody—any mortal, at least—tells you she or he knows exactly what a soul is, that person is a liar.  That’s why the answer I’m going to give you is going to be more poetry than science.  Science would tell us that the soul isn’t there, that it is illusory.  Not a lie, but a limited truth.

“I think the soul is a very real thing.  It is what takes our intelligence, our experience, our wit, our sensations, and gives them wings.  Creativity, I believe, is a product of the soul.  True tenderness and empathy are products of the soul.  Love—the selfless kind, what the Greeks would call agapé—and passion beyond mere rutting lust are products of the soul.”

He sat forward on the chair and leaned towards her.  “You speak of people who dwell in light and darkness.  While my own preference is for the light, I know there is a dark part within me, and that sometimes I make use of that.  I probably need to know it better.  But whether they find themselves more firmly in the dark or the light, those people have souls.  While we all travel through the shadow, the grayness from time to time, that is the soul-less place, that is where nothing flies, nothing sings, nothing matters.  That is the place where I never want to be.

“This is just a beginning, and has probably created more questions than it answered.  I guess you could say I cannot describe a soul, but I recognize the presence of one.  Maybe, if you ask me more questions, it can focus my thinking.”

 

She smiled, “Don’t sweat the small stuff… There is far too much of that to overwhelm the unwary and confuse the uncertain my dear…”

Turning to his words about souls she closed her book, placed a hand upon the title and then spoke, “The soul is. At least that in my mind is the most simple and yet most complex thing you can say about it. Knowing that it exists is, however, the place of each being to decide upon and place a value upon. If you don’t believe in it, then it has no value… If it is all you cherish, then it is priceless and is treated as such…”

She tapped the book once, “It seems as if there are only two extremes to belief in those cases with little in the middle to allow for some… wiggle room? Shall we say.”

Then her hand touched his shoulder, “One does make a choice to light or dark, everyone does, but the concepts of religion and what they say about that isn’t what I am speaking of… What I want to know is, why is it that many agree in it, but few can accept it?”

 

James leaned in, a gleam in his eyes and a mock-conspiratorial look on his face: “Because we humans hate things that we cannot quantify and control.” He leaned back a bit, admiring her eyes, “Well, some of us are able to fight that instinct, but it seems hard-wired into us.  No matter how much better off we would be to acceot and embrace the mystery and wonder of the universe, we keep trying to box it up in neat little packages.  We keep insisting on being in charge of things as if we could really control them, and we are hoist, again and again, on our own petard.

“The absolutes are part of the problem, of course.  The soul cannot be ignored, nor can it be all that we cherish.  We are creatures of bodyand spirit; one cannot be placed above the other, nor one cultivated at the expense of the other without doing damage to both.  Reading and writing about it is not enough, either . . . and I have probably done far too much of that with some parts of my life.  I have cared for others, walked quietly, sang lustily, even laughed boisterously, but there are things I have missed out on, to my detriment.

“But, why, praytell, are you interested in this particular topic this afternoon?”

 

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The Succubi Queen’s mind is a thoughtful place, wishing to understand and see… At least she hopes that it will and does…

Tera

 

Jun 13 2011

Storm Clouds 127 – 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...

Sorry… Nothing new this week, just haven’t been able to write this week… Will try and see what happens this one…

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Storm Clouds 127

Chapter 19

By TeraS

“Step back, Camilla. I can’t let you hurt her.”

The answer to that came in a cruel smile and the words, “I haven’t hurt her yet, Dick. Oh, she wants it and loves it, though. She has a fantasy of having her ass whipped until she can’t sit down for a week. You know that dream makes her dripping wet every night?

Tom watched as Camilla, in Ginger’s form, raised her right hand toward the ceiling and a long black riding crop appeared there.

“Camilla, stop. Think about what you’re doing. This isn’t you.”

Oh, but it’s her.

The whip came down hard on Ginger’s rear and a long red mark was left behind … but Ginger herself didn’t say a word. Not one. Tom was, to be blunt, uncomfortable with all of this. The sex part of it didn’t bother him, but the abuse? That was going against what he believed in.

“You’re going to have to stop, Camilla.”

No. This is what she wants, Dick. Not what I want or you want. Now, go and have a drink from the office bar or read a paper or watch, or wait outside. I don’t care because she doesn’t. All she knows is that the one person she can submit to is debasing her and making her be the person she is inside. A meek little fucktoy that needs a firm hand to guide her.

Tom wasn’t buying it and he moved towards Camilla, “Sorry, but you aren’t going to do this.” Tom didn’t want to pull his gun and use it on her. That was a last resort as far as he was concerned. He closed the distance and then took hold of Camilla’s wrist, stopping her from using the crop again.

She looked up at him and her eyes glowed green, “Thomas, please trust me on this. This is the fastest way to get what we need from her. Don’t interfere with what you see.”

Tom’s grip became a little firmer, “Abusing people is wrong, Camilla.”

“It is. But then she isn’t a person right now, and so she doesn’t qualify. Would you like to hear it from her own lips? Would that make it acceptable, then?”

Ginger’s voice was wrapped in need as she begged, “Slut has been a bad girl. She needs to be punished. Mistress has to punish Slut.”

“That makes it worse.”

Camilla’s tail wrapped itself around Ginger’s neck and tugged her close to one side, pushing Tom slightly as she moved. She took hold of Ginger’s hair again and pulled her face to look up at her, “Good Slut. You can lick my shoes.

There was no delay from when Camilla let go to when Ginger was on her hands and knees doing exactly that and mewling in pleasure from it.

Tom’s disgust with the whole situation came to a boil, and he shoved Camilla’s hand away from him. He turned away from the scene and moved towards the door, pausing there as he gripped the door handle, “Tell me something, Camilla. Is this what succubi do? Hurt and harm others? Are you going to suck away her soul next and kill her?”

To his surprise Camilla answered that with, “There is a difference between what you see and what there is, Tom. Please, look back.”

He did, and he saw Camilla as he had always known her, sitting on the chair, but with Ginger still on the floor in front of her degrading herself. Camilla’s tail was wrapped around Ginger’s neck directing her movements.

“If someone gave you your heart’s desire, wouldn’t you take advantage of it? This is what she wants, Thomas, and neither you nor I have the right to judge her. She needs this, has needed it for some time now. She’ll gladly answer anything for this to happen without hesitation.”

“I don’t like this, Camilla. Tell me something: do you like it?”

Camilla didn’t hesitate, “No. But that doesn’t matter, does it? Some sacrifices have to be made to get the answers we need.”

Then the scene shifted again to what it had been moments before, a slave groveling at the feet of a cruel Mistress.

Get the point, Dick?

Tom nodded slightly–“Still doesn’t mean that I have to like it”–and left the office, shutting the door behind him.

Camilla was silent for a time after Tom left. It was difficult to explain the world that she lived in to humans. Tom had managed to accept most of it, but this part of being a succubi or an incubi, the part of it where realities shifted and sometimes not for the best, was a problem. The problem in carrying it out came in getting too involved in the fantasy and having that stay with you when the moment was gone. Camilla knew already that she was going to feel dirty after it was all over, but she tempered that disgust with the knowledge that it might, just might, get her the answers she needed.

She rubbed her free hand over the mark on Ginger’s ass, “Now, you worthless slut, you will answer every one of the questions asked. For every one you answer truthfully, I will reward you with another cropping that you need so badly … And, if you are very good, I’ll let you finally cum like the needful cunt you are.

Her hand came down hard, “Understood?”

The answer was just above a whisper and was filled with need: “Yesssss, Missstresss.”

Camila held the crop in the air and began asking her questions.

What do you know of the Succubi?

“They are what is wanted.”

Camilla paused at that answer. It didn’t sound like something that Ginger would say on her own, which was troubling. She took the crop and placed it lengthwise against Ginger’s folds, pressing it against the flesh, “Wanted for what, slut?”

“To be claimed again by those they no longer serve.”

It took a great deal of control for her not to grab Ginger by her collar, and she managed in a curt voice, “Who wants them?”

Ginger didn’t respond to that. Camilla placed one hand against Ginger’s cheek, a green glow appearing there and moments later Ginger began to shake and mewl, but didn’t speak. Camilla’s fingers stroked slowly, “Slut… I am going to take you to the edge of cumming. Your pussy is going to ache and your mind is going to splinter apart piece by piece until you answer my question. The sooner you do, the better it will be for you … Otherwise, I am going to leave you a mindless shell here on the floor and then, oh then I’m going to find Mary Ann and do the same thing to her, slut.”

The answer was barely a whisper, one that Camilla would have missed save for the ragged breath that was taken before the words came out: “Please. Mistress doesn’t know why.”

Camilla drew the crop up and down as she tried to make sense of what had been said. Mistress doesn’t know why? But at the moment, Camilla was the Mistress here, wasn’t she?

“Tell Mistress why she doesn’t know.”

“Mistress does what she is told to do, just like slut.”

The cold shiver of realization of what Ginger had been trying to say made her stand up and run for the door, leaving Ginger curled up in a ball on the floor, her fingers pumping frantically in and out of her sex trying to overcome the hold that Camilla had over her.

To Camilla’s horror she heard the sound of a gunshot outside the door and went into a panic. She shifted back into her normal form, save for her horns and tail, which still were visible as she drew open the door and shouted, “Thomas!”

Moments before, Tom had left the office and closed the door behind him. It really bothered him how Camilla could do this. He supposed that most of his misgivings were because he was very old school in his thinking about relationships and sex. It had always been his belief that you found the right person for the right reasons, acted honourably, loved her, married her, and then were happy together.

He didn’t understand why people would want to suffer or be abused by others. It just didn’t make sense when he first heard of it and today … well, that hadn’t changed all that much.

He looked over to where Mary Ann sat at her desk typing away at a computer. Ignoring her, he moved towards the leather chairs and sofa on the far side of the room, hoping to find a magazine that didn’t have artificially enhanced women on the cover but did have some real articles within the pages. Looking at the table there, he sighed a bit as, of course, the only things to be seen were the current and past issues of the company’s flagship magazine, and nothing more.

Giving up on that idea, he dropped into a chair facing the office he just left and looked over the lobby. Lots of mirrors around–probably for Ginger to preen in, he thought. The doors through which the goons had left were closed … and Mary Ann … she was suddenly standing to the right of him in that stupid schoolgirl outfit, a slightly vapid smile on her lips.

“Hello Mary Ann.”

“Hiya, ‘tective! You need something while you’re waitin’?”

“No, thanks. Nothing here that interests me.”

She had a hurt look for a moment and then traced a finger over the curves of her breasts that showed over the top of the white shirt that she was wearing, “Nothin’? Nothing at all?”

Tom closed his eyes and sighed, “Nope. You have nothing that I’m interested in.”

To his surprise, Mary Ann patted his hand, “Wells, if ya want something, let me know, okay?”

He didn’t open his eyes, but instead tried to make sense of everything that had happened so far: thoughts of possible reasons, ideas of who was on the list next. But then, for some reason, his thoughts turned to his past and the one woman he had ever truly loved. He found the image of her forming so very clearly in his thoughts; he could see her, almost smell her perfume …

Sitting up, he coughed for a moment, and then heard a voice …

“Are you having allergies again, Thomas?”

That voice. Tom opened his eyes and saw standing there a woman with pixie-cut brunette hair with some blonde in it, a button nose, the pink lips he remembered so very well, wearing a black off-the-shoulder dress, and he heard the voice that he thought was gone forever.

“Beth?”

“Hi, Thomas …”

It was her. Beth. And all of the feelings that he had kept bottled up inside for so long started seeping up again. He asked in a hurt tone, “How?”

“Don’t worry about it, Thomas. I’m here now and that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

Tom found that it did matter, more than anything he had cared about in a long time. He got out of the chair and smiled almost stupidly, “Of course. I’ve missed you, honey …”

“I’ve missed you, too, Thomas.”

Her hands moved to straighten his collar: “You look good. Been looking after yourself?”

Tom found her voice soothing, and having her there just made the tension in his mind and body vanish, leaving only her voice as the one thing that mattered at that moment to him.

“No. Been missing you and … why did you have to go?”

“I’m here now, so you can forget about that, can’t you?”

Tom felt a little fuzzy then, like his thoughts weren’t connecting properly, like there was something that he should be remembering about Beth, but which wouldn’t connect in his mind. All he could do was listen to her voice and nod on occasion to her words.

“Why don’t you tell me what you are doing here, Thomas. Why are you and Camilla here?”

“Looking into a murder, but you don’t care about that.”

“Oh but I do, Thomas, I really do. Tell me about it.”

She slipped into his arms and for a moment he enjoyed having Beth in his arms again. It felt right. Just like the very first time he held her and they spent the night … together?

Tom’s eyes widened as he held her close and realized something. Beth couldn’t possibly know who Camilla was. That meant she couldn’t possibly be here. That meant … this wasn’t Beth.

His thoughts cleared enough for him to ask as he looked at her again, “How do you know Camilla?”

There was a look of confusion from her, “You introduced us? Remember? I’ve known her for years!”

That shook him from the stupor he was in and he turned away from her, “You’re not making any sense, Beth. Something’s wrong.”

She spun him back around to face her, her voice becoming more insistent, “You … introduced … us … Thomas.”

A wave of nausea came over him with her words and he closed his eyes to get that under control. The nausea went away and he found that his thoughts cleared, making him remember something.

She was wearing black. Beth never wore black. It was the colour she had hated more than anything else in the world. She’d rather go naked than wear black, she had once told him … and she never called him “Thomas.” Not ever. She didn’t like the formality of it, she told him. He would forever be “Tom” to her.

That snapped him clear of her hold over him and he acted out of instinct. Grabbing her by the arm, he pulled her down onto the floor, straddling her and pinning her there in the next moment. The anger pushed everything from his mind about Beth and he thought clearly at last: “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Beth! Can’t you see, Thomas?”

“Bull.”

He pulled his gun from its holster and placed the barrel against her throat, “You look like her. You aren’t. She only wore yellow. You’re wearing black. She called me Tom. You’re calling me ‘Thomas.’ And she never met my partner. You’re a poor copy of her; should have realized that when you first appeared. What the hell are you? Show me or I swear I’ll put a bullet in you.”

Beth—no, this poor copy of her—continued to struggle, the fear on her face evident and then, to Tom’s surprise, she smiled. Then Beth’s smile was gone and an evil grin had replaced it. And behind that grin was Mary Ann struggling to free herself from where he had her trapped.

“You fuck! I’ll tear your heart out and eat it!”

Tom had figured out by now that she was something not human. This only made him angrier than he had been. He had foolishly assumed that there was some kind of honour among those that weren’t human. Whatever Mary Ann was, she didn’t have any. The next thought was of Camilla and her promise to him: not to pry into his life, to let him make his own decisions. He realized that it wasn’t just a promise, it meant something to her.

He found that it meant something to him as well.

“You are so dead, cop! They’ll never find your body when I’m finished with you!”

His thumb pulled the hammer back on the gun, “Let’s see how you do with a bullet in you.” He moved the barrel from her neck, and pulled the trigger leaving a clean hole in the floor beside her right ear and it bleeding where the bullet grazed her. The look of shock in her eyes that accompanied the sound of the shot echoing in the office gave Tom some satisfaction.

Whatever she was, she could be killed by a gunshot, it seemed.

He put the barrel against her throat again, “Talk or the next one is going to make it hard for you to breathe.”

“Bastard! I’ll rip you apart!”

He heard Camilla’s voice behind him, “Thomas!”

He took a quick look. Camilla was standing there in a panic. He found that comforting, somehow: “Camilla. Get over here and help me before I kill this … thing.”

She ran towards Tom trying to hide the fear that had been in her eyes when she burst through the office doors and thanked the stars that Tom was still alright.

Tom looked at Mary Ann, no longer just the image of a bimbo, but now a twisted version of one,  one that had hate in her eyes and was obviously more than she appeared. As Camilla came closer, he told her, “The goons will be here in a minute. That gunshot will bring them running.”

Camilla’s smile was sure, “No, no they will not be, Thomas. I can promise you that they are … busy at the moment with other thoughts in their minds.”

He gave her an odd look and managed a smile, “Kinky ones?”

Camilla allowed herself a chuckle, “Very. You would be shocked.”

He turned back to Mary Ann, “So, what is she?”

Camilla’s tail struck out and slapped against Mary Ann’s cheek before she answered, “She’s s Siren. Mesmerizes her prey and then feeds them what they most desire to get what she wants.”

“Bitch. You’ll never get out of here alive. We’ll turn you both into thralls and you’ll…”  Tom’s hand against her cheek stopped Mary Ann’s voice and put shock into her eyes.

“I don’t hit women, but in your case you aren’t a lady, are you?”

She didn’t answer except to look at Tom with death in her eyes.

“Camilla, what do we know?”

“Nothing useable, save for Ginger being a pawn of Mary Ann.”

Tom considered that for a moment. If that was true, then Ginger didn’t have control over this place any more than her husband did. It also explained what happened to him and why Ginger was so over sexualized from the woman she had been when he had first met the pair and took them to jail for a minor incident in the past.

“Okay. So, then, what do we do?”

Camilla’s voice was cold, “She talks to my Tail.”

The look in Mary Ann’s eyes became one of fear and she struggled trying to get away, becoming more violent in her movements, seemingly not caring if she hurt herself.

“What the hell does that mean? Why is she freaking out?”

“She knows what it means Thomas. That’s what matters.” Camilla’s tail struck Mary Ann’s cheek once more, making her stop moving as she looked in fear at Camilla. “You can talk to us right now, or you can talk to her. Make a choice.”

“If I talk, I’m dead. If I don’t talk, I’m just as dead.”

Thomas took hold of her chin, forcing her to look at him, “Pick one. Which is worse?”

The voice that came over Tom’s shoulder was smooth and seductive, its tone wrapped in dominance …

“I think I am.”

Storm Clouds

Chapter 20

By TeraS

Jane returned to Tera as soon as she had changed into something less fetish-like. That amounted to a black sweater, blue jeans and low heels.  The outfit made her look as low as she felt.

It still shocked her that disappointing Tera would effect her so much. It wasn’t like she was one of Tera’s favourites; she wasn’t Rianna, or Branwyn, or any of the Daughters who had a direct family connection to her.  She was … just Jane … just plan Jane. Or at least she would be if it wasn’t for this spell that held her in this form and handicapped her so badly. Now she looked like someone else with a pair of horns stuck to her head.

Why did it matter so much that Tera approve of her? Why did Tera really care that much about what she did? She was just one of many who were part of the Realm …

The Realm … Jane cursed herself for ever leaving it. Why did she follow her twin away from there? Why did she ever pick up and join in this futile quest?

She pushed all of that aside and made her way down the hall towards Tera once more.

But before she got there, she found someone blocking her way.

It was a small grey Calico kitten with a pair of orange wings on his back … and he was holding a sign in his front paws to her: So? What the hell happened to you?

“Leave me alone Aries. I haven’t got the time to talk to you.”

But he didn’t move. He just hovered there in mid-air, his blue eyes looking at her and just waiting. Jane wanted to just get past him, to get to Tera, get her punishment or whatever else she was going to get and get it over with … maybe she would just get sent back to the Realm for her own protection or something and then she could crawl under a rock.

The sign changed: No, you have the time. Talk.

Jane leaned against the wall and looked at him. Aries was one of the AngelKitties; every Succubi in the Realm had one—except Tera of course. Tera had two, her purple one and then a white one that was given to whomever was the Queen of the Succubi in the Realm. Legend had it that the white AngelKitty didn’t have a name, or wouldn’t tell it’s name to anyone but the Queen, and that it was, in fact, the AngelKitty which Tera had given to the first Queen.

But that was only legend.

“Fine. I screwed up. I got caught in a trap and now I am screwed. Are you happy now, Aries?”

The message changed: No. But at least you’re admitting that you are a fool. That’s a start.

Jane couldn’t help herself and let a small laugh escape her, “Thanks, it’s good to know that I’m measuring up to your expectations of me.”

Again it changed: Better. Now that you aren’t so pissed off at yourself, how about getting your mind around fixing your problem and then fixing whoever did this to you.

She sighed and put her hands over her eyes, “Aries, I don’t know where to start. I don’t know how to fix it. I’m not … Tera’s not sure that she can fix this. So what do I do?”

He didn’t do anything for a minute, save his tail moving back and forth behind him. Then the sign flipped over: Find yourself.

Then he fluttered up to her close, gave her a kiss on the nose and flew away down the hall, away from Tera’s office. Jane watched him leave and tried to figure out what he was trying to tell her … but that was nothing new with Aries. Jane rarely understood him and, even after all these centuries with him as her companion, she still didn’t understand why he continued to stay with her.

After one last sigh, Jane took the last few steps to Tera’s door and walked in, ready to face the music once more.

 

Jun 12 2011

A review of Marlene by Peter Snjebjerg

I discovered a somewhat old graphic novel in a bookstore the other day. It seemed to have a Succubus in it, and I will explain that, but in the end it turned out not quite to be a Succubus in fact…

Marlene by Peter Snjebjerg

Marlene by Peter Snjebjerg

The story is described as being about:

A lurking terror has infected the town of Malborg. Madness and death haunt the luminous Scandinavian nights, and the victims all seem to have one thing in common: their lust for the voluptous Marlene.

As he investigates, ace detective Michael Joergendsen must navigate a dangerous course between his official duties and his own growing fixation with the young woman. Is he on the trail of a supernatural killer, or is it the other way around? And the beautiful Marlene – is she the innocent victim of an obsessive stalker, or is she something more sinister?

The story revolves around a series of deaths in a small Swedish village to which a woman named Marlene seems to be connected to. A detective investigates the deaths and eventually comes to the conclusion that the killer is a Succubus.

It is an interesting horror story that reminded me very much of some of the early Vampirella stories in how it was told and artistically drawn. There are a few sex scenes in the work, but they aren’t the core of the story. It tends to be more horrific in nature in several ways. The art does not overemphasize the sexual nature of the characters, in fact they are toned down for the most part in the work in favour of the horror points of the story.

The horror aspects of the story are emphasized, particularly some rather gruesome ways in which several characters are killed by the Succubus. It must be noted that the Succubus in this story is not, nor does she act, like the traditionally understood being. She is violent in her actions and acts more like an animal than anything else. As well, her appearance, when it is revealed, does not match with the usual horns and tail that are expected to be seen on Succubi.

She instead resembles another being called a Mare which is a common myth in the Scandinavian culture. However, as the creature is called a Succubus in the English translation of this work, and does use sexual desires as a weapon, there are some connections to the Succubus myths in it.

As I prefer the more sexual aspects of the Succubus myth, this work would not be one of the works I would point at as being a good example of a Succubus story. However, as a horror tale, and a work that embraces the myth of Mara, I think it is well done and did keep my interest through the entire story to see how all of the pieces of the story came together in the end.

I’ll give it three pitchforks out of five. Not what I expected, but still an interesting work to consider…

 

Tera

Jun 11 2011

Another Succubus short YouTube…

There are actually quite a lot of YouTube videos appearing now and again. Some of them are teasers of ideas and some are a lot less than that.

Occasionally someone produces a complete story, if not quite a lot one. And this is one of those.

And if you can’t see it here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ef18Nba7K3s

This short is called Dreamgirl_666 and was posted by a YouTube user named . The short is produced by Dan Jordan, Kathy Hays and Cassandra Bencz. The director is Cassandra Bencz as well.

The story of this work could be described as, boy meets girl online, boy and girl meet, boy and girl go off together, girl becomes Succubus, boy doesn’t exactly have a good time, Succubus goes looking for her next victim.

I have a couple of problem with this, the biggest one being that the Succubus in the film is all about hack and slash and tons of blood being tossed around. Not exactly what a Succubus is, but then this is YouTube and you aren’t likely to see anything really sexual in nature on it would you?

Dreamgirl 666

So let’s have a look at the Succubus…

In the film, her name is Lily and she is played by Andii Brooks.

I think the horns are really well done, they match her skin tones really well I think. The black smudges I am not quite so thrilled about, I wonder if going with body paint to make her skin red would have worked? No tail of course, that would not be possible and if there was it wouldn’t look really good to be honest.

I’m not showing the “human” version of her, but I thought that giving her flowers in her hair was a cute touch, they are about where her horns are in her Succubus form. I also thought she acted “succubus” like, her walk, voice and so on were just about right. It was also interesting that the other women in the film disliked her on sight, which is in some cases, true in the case of Succubi in many stories…

So from the point of, is she a Succubus, the answer is yes, to a point she is. The ending of the story and what she does to her victim is, I admit, not to my liking and that’s a shame as she actually portrays the mood and actions of a Succubus really well.

I also thought it was interesting that she uses chat and the internet to find her victims, which while again not with the traditional mythos, does make sense in the film and ties the beginning to the ending well.

So, quite a decent work, really better than I expected when I first saw it. The blood was over the top and not really needed, but such things are, of course, the filmmaker’s decision aren’t they?

Perhaps there will be an encore and we will see a Succubus that is a little less bloody…

I hope so…

Tera

Jun 10 2011

Shadow Succubus Tail and Horns…

I discovered a lovely idea for an image the other day on Twitter. Someone posted this on their feeds but did not attribute the work to the artist or person that created it.

Still, I think that it is a lovely work and so…

Interesting isn’t it?

If you click on the image you can see a larger version of this, sorry that is it a bit blurry but that is how I found it and so there isn’t a lot to be done with it.

I like her dress… Lovely bit of latex goodness and it’s cut really nicely on her body. The bow on it is a little bit of whimsy that I think is adorable too…

I think that having her horns and tail on the wall behind her are an interesting idea. It might be seen as something like she’s hiding her horns and tail from the photographer at the moment the picture was taken, but the camera flash made them appear as shadows behind her…

Now I know that’s just a fantasy idea, but I think that’s a delicious thought and would make for an interesting reveal scene in a story sometime don’t you think?

If anyone knows who did this work, please leave a comment?

Tera

Jun 09 2011

Succubi Image of the Week 180

I found another piece of art of Morrigan Aensland, possibly the most drawn Succubus in history when you think about it.

This work is by the artist known as Christine Choi and is, I think, a wonderful example of Morrigan as a real woman and not as oversexed as she usually is seen…

Morrigan Aensland by Christine Choi

You can of course, click on the image to see a larger version of this work. and it is huge, if you would like to…

You can find Christine’s blog, she’s Canadian by the way, here, the page with this art on her blog here as well. She also has a site here, but there isn’t anything there at the moment save a link to her Blog.

I like very much that this is a watercolours work, they are one of my personal favourite in the way their textures seem to leap off the page at you. I also appreciate it that Morrigan isn’t over endowed as she usually is, that makes her a lot more realistic and really that is important to me personally. I like my Succubi to be sexy but proud of themselves and her expression here I think reflects that really well.

The details of Morrigan’s clothing, wings, skin and hair are some of the best that I have seen in some time. It’s the details that make art come alive and Christine has truly given life to Morrigan here and that’s a wonderful thing….

Have a look at her Blog and see some of her other works too!

 

Tera

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