May 14 2011

A Lilith Aensland Cosplayer YouTube…

Recently on the Tale, I had as one of my Tale posts a YouTube of a Cosplayer as the succubus Morrigan Aensland to share. This time I have one of a Cosplayer as Lilith Aensland to share…

And in case the embedding fails:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1xbxSK0zP4

I’ve also discovered that, unfortunately, some of the videos that I talk about vanish from YouTube. Now that means that I can’t share everything in a video, but, since this is about a Cosplayer, I can at least show as well one picture from her work as well…

This Cosplayer calls herself Mistress Maria and has several sites on the web where her works appear. Her YouTube channel is here, her Blog is here, and a page which showcases her Cosplay works can be found here as well.

What I am very impressed by is how the wings on her head don’t droop at all… That must have taken some effort to make happen and it adds a lot of the overall look she presents I think. I also think that her costume is very true to Lilith Aensland’s as well.

If Morrigan is supposed to be sexy, Lilith is, I think, supposed to be cute.

And she most certainly is as a Succubus…

Tera

May 13 2011

Lost Girl has officially begun production on Season Two this week…

This past Monday, May 9th, the series Lost Girl began season two production work in and around Toronto, and to mark that milestone, I’m going to make a few notes about what I am hoping to see this season on the series…

Lost Girl Logo

The press release from last year that Showcase put out had the following to say about what we might expect in the series this coming fall:

Season two will challenge Bo’s resolve to stay free and force her to question her own morals and beliefs. While Bo grows stronger and learns more about who she really is, relationships will be tested and passions will ignite, but answers will not come easily. Through it all, Bo will remain true to herself and loyal to those she trusts as she continues to forge a path of her own in a dangerous world. Ksenia Solo (Life Unexpected, Renegadepress.com) will return as Bo’s human confidante Kenzi, and Kris Holden-Reid (Ben Hur, The Bridge, The Tudors) returns as homicide detective Dyson.

That’s about as vague as you can possibly get I suppose without really saying what the series will be focusing on can you?

Since that release, it has also been confirmed that most of the actors and actresses that played major roles in the series will be returning. Along with Anna Silk, Ksenia Solo, and Kris Holden-Reid, Rick Howland, K.C. Collins and Zoie Palmer will be returning in their roles as Trick, Hale and Lauren.

It has not been reported if Inga Cadranel will be returning as Aife, Bo’s mother, but the finale last year left the door open for her to return and it would I think be interesting to see where that might go in the series lore if she does.

It also is not clear if Paul Amos will be returning as Vex, possibly Bo’s arch nemesis in the series, which I am hoping for as the story between him and Bo isn’t nearly a completed story and would makes for an interesting undercurrent to the season.

The finale left questions as to what the relationship between Bo and Dyson will be like in the beginning of this new season. It would appear that he would no longer love Bo, which would mean that she’ll be completely confused at his attitude when she next sees him. The question then becomes whether or not the first episode will deal with Bo trying to fix what happened to him, or, more likely I fear, that she’ll turn to someone else and that their relationship will stall for most of the season.

At the end of the series, Bo promised Lauren that they would talk about things and try to come to an understanding with each other over what happened because of The Ashes interference in their relationship. Can Bo forgive her? Can Lauren forgive herself?

If that happens, then does that mean that Lauren becomes the new love for Bo and the love triangle between Bo, Lauren and Dyson is removed? Personally I think that would be a mistake as there is so much opportunity in the friction between them to keep the relationships active that losing it would harm the series more than help it.

But how to solve the problem? Does Bo turn to Trick for a solution?

But is Trick still able to help?

He was gravely injured at the end of the season and he could well be dying at the start of the new one. So then we have two plot points to solve in the first episode. Fix Dyson (Yes I know how that sounds thanks), or save Trick? Or both? Or neither?

And for gosh sakes don’t pull a Dallas shower scene on us and say that everything that happened at the end of the first season was a dream. Put some effort into the first episode please and show us the quality of the series hasn’t declined from where you left us…

Now there are several things that I would love to see this year but I honestly do not expect it to happen.

I want to see Bo dressed better this year than last year. Let’s see some of the Succubus sexiness that was hinted at last season and give us a look at what Bo can really be as a Succubus.

I want to see Bo with horns and a tail. Red ones. This will never happen I realize, but darn it I would love to see it happen if only to have a moment of seeing her as a classic Succubus in form.

I want to see Kenzi get into a relationship with Hale. The signs are all there, and it would I think be an interesting counterpoint to Dyson and Bo. Moreover, it would give Hale something that he hasn’t seem to have had in the series so far. One person to really care about and that other person knows his does. There have been hints of how he feels about Kenzi, lets see that.

I’d like to see more of the background of the Succubi in this world. How did they come to be. But more so, I would like to know if there is a Succubus Queen in that universe and who she is. And I’d like to know if Bo might be one.

Incubi. There are Succubi, there have to be Incubi. Let’s see one or more of them. How do they relate to Succubi? What happens when they meet? Are they simply the male version of Succubi in the series or something else?

Stay tuned…

The series return is tentatively scheduled for September 11, 2011.

 

Tera

May 12 2011

Succubi Image of the Week 176

For this week’s Succubi, I decided on an anime Succubus that hasn’t appeared very much on the Tale… Her name is Astaroth, and she’s not your typical Succubus, nor does she look like one either…


This is another one of those images that I don’t have a clue who the artist is, but I would appreciate it if anyone does know, would you please leave a comment?

I think this is a wonderful pencil work of her, especially the textures in her wings, but especially her hair and clothing. I do like her tail a lot, a bit thicker than I would have expected, but it fits well with her overall look and pose…

Her expression that seems to be sort of a combination of “come-hither” and something that I would describe as almost teasing is a really nice match for her pose too…

A delicious succubus and one of the best that I have seen of Astaroth…

Tera

May 11 2011

Flame Thigh Highs don’t necessarily work for a Succubus…

It’s time once again to consider an accessory for all of you that are thinking, or will think, about dressing up as a Succubus this Halloween. While you might have found the right costume, horns, tail and so on, you might be tempted by another item to add to what you have…

Or not.

Now it’s probably a little hard to see, but these thigh-high stockings have a flame patten on them.

They do! Honestly! Well, okay the image might not do them justice and so they are a bit less then they should be, but they are there…

Simply described as being Flame Thigh Highs by the manufacturer, this item sells at various sites for $6 US.

The pattern itself is sort of a gold print added to the opaque red stocking material. The tops of the stockings are a bit too shiny for my liking when compared with the rest of it, most likely it’s the plastic used to keep the stocking up and in place.

I just think that this is a bit too tacky to be honest. The flame print I am almost completely sure will not last on them, one wash will remove it I would expect.

I’m also disappointed that the flames don’t stand out more against the red. While gold is nice, I wonder if black would have been a better choice, or, and this is probably not workable, cut the flames out of the stocking material, and have your own skin be the colour for them…

That would, I think, make them stand out a lot better than this really…

Still, on a cold night at Halloween, this wouldn’t be a bad idea to stay warm if you are wearing one of those… skimpier… outfits…

Something to ponder I think at least…

Tera

May 10 2011

Temptations 111

The one possibility that is offered, when it is offered, is not always believed in. Sometimes the Queen of the Succubi has to wish that she could be a little more direct on occasion…

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Temptations 111

By TeraS and Jay

Jay blinked once, slowly. “I … called you?” His astonishment was quite evident, his posture and demeanor no longer closed up and wary in the face of the tall, dark, and attractive unknown. His weight now rested evenly across his feet, and his legs and arms had relaxed into a more natural pose. With “the mask” no longer in place, his face was highly expressive, made evident by the look of surprise it now held.

He swallowed thickly, arranging thoughts that even now threatened to spiral away with him. “Begging your pardon ma’am, but how’d I do that? I mean … you must be mistaken, somehow. I’ve done no calling, I don’t even know how.” He mentally began cataloging a list of the ways he’d heard otherworldly creatures were summoned. “I’ve cast no spells, I’ve set no circle,” a snort of laughter uttered forth, “and I don’t even know your proper name to summon you with even if I did know how to do either of those.”

Running one hand through his hair, Jay continued. “I don’t even have a cell phone with me right now, and I’m sure you’re more than long-distance. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, especially to such a singular creature as y’self, but if you’ve come all the way here because someone called, then I think you’ve got the wrong address.”

And right disappointed I’ll be to see you go, too, and no mistake. Jay suppressed an urge to laugh at himself. You’re really in a tizzy now, I can feel it. The thought that maybe she’s here on account of you’s got your mind racing and your blood pumping. Look, already starting to slip back into the drawl. Come on, get a handle on it and try to act like a civilized creature before you go and make a damned fool out of yourself.

Finished with his momentary mental monologue, he said “But I wouldn’t mind being proven wrong.”

 

Her tail pointed in several directions in the area around them both, “You are in a circle of power, the stones are marked quite clearly, but, I would suppose, that the times have changed enough that they are not well known… Still that is no reason to not accept that they are there and quite powerful in their own right is that not true?”

She approached him once more, trusting that her promise, and his, would not make him be as defensive this time to her forwardness. Taking one of his hands in her own, she raised it to her right cheek and rubbed it against her warm skin, her eyes watching him unafraid as she did. For a moment she was silent and then said, “There is an ache within you that called me. You have questions you have not had answered. You seek the experience of knowing, fully, what there is and what there is not, but have not found the door to open.”

Lowering that hand away, she moved close again, a hint of cherries on the breeze, and then raced a finger against his cheek, curiosity in her eyes, “You are an enigma my dear… Almost as much one as I, but without the understanding of what that means… Only the knowledge that you are… different, but not seeing why and how that is true… You seek, if not direction, at least the glimmer of hope to have that gap within you smoothed over… in time…”

Her smile was quizzical, “But then the young are impatient aren’t they?”

 

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They are, but then that makes them interesting doesn’t it?

Tera

May 09 2011

Storm Clouds 122 – 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...

I tried to expand on what happened to Tom a bit, thought that it was too quick in its first form. Still not sure that this is working right however…

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Storm Clouds 122

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 whip 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. 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 there. 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?”

“It doesn’t matter 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 her being there just made the tension in his mind and body vanish leaving only her voice 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 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…”

The striking of Yom’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 save 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 and look 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 in its tone wrapped in dominance…

“I think I am.”

May 08 2011

A review of Demon of Her Dreams by Sherrill Quinn…

Time for another book review of Incubus delights on the Tale… I’ll be returning to more Succubus stories next time, but I rather enjoyed this story and wanted to share it today…

The story proves, once again, that it is possible to find yourself and your love in places you wouldn’t have expected… But then, fate, or prophecy has a hand in that doesn’t it?

Demon of Her Dreams by Sherrill Quinn

Demon of Her Dreams by Sherrill Quinn

The book blurb describes the story as:

Sassy Devils, LLC is a conglomerate of good and evil headed up by the Big Guy Himself, controlling all aspects of otherworldly interaction with humankind.

Urian is a son of the Devil — literally — an incubus working for the Demon Division. His assignment brings him back into the life of human Hailey, a woman he’s fallen in love with through the sex dreams they’ve shared over the years.

Hailey isn’t sure how to deal with this recent twist in her reality. The man of her dreams is really a demon and she discovers other supernatural beings are taking advantage of the magic of Halloween. And her relationship with Urian makes her a mighty tasty target.

Their passion burning hotter than the flames of hell, it takes both of them to bring things to an explosive climax.

The story begins with a look at the management of the upper planes of the universe in which we see various beings of myth and legend attempting to get along together. During this, the Devil reveals that his son, known as Urian Vadkis, is infiltrating an opposing group that is trying to tip the scales between good and evil and wreck the universe as it is.

Following that, we meet Urian for the for the first time at a meeting of a group called the Brotherhood of the Red Claw. It is made of similar beings as the others are, but with a tendency towards the dark and nightmares in particular.

They are making plans for All Hallow’s Eve and assignments are being given out to each being there. When Urian gets his, he finds to his horror that he must terrorize the one woman he loves to be with, but only in her dreams, Hailey Kovac, and make it such that she will be forever afraid to love.

We then meet Halley, and her dreams in which Urian appears after being away from her, she having finally not the nightmares of late, but the erotic dreams of her past once more. She awakens from it with Urian’s words to her to remember him. And after a gargoyle attacks her the next day and Urian saves her, the story between them really begins to take shape…

Halley is, occasionally, frustratingly unaware of what is going on around her. That might be a personality trait, or the decision to make her independent, but with a hole in her soul that needs attending to. Regardless, she is strong in her own way, but the fears within her pop up throughout the story. It’s also a little disconcerting at some points in the story when she gets past the odd situation she is in, and does something, only to fall back into confusion once more…

But love does that sort of thing doesn’t it?

Urian seems very much like a fish out of water, or an Incubus without his pitchfork, at points in the story. Halley seems to have a really distracting effect on him which does cause some real problems for him, and Halley at the worst possible times.

The love scenes between the two of them have moments of laughter and then steamingly  erotic descriptions of what Halley does to Urian and vice versa. While some of it does at moments seem a little bit over the top, that works in how this story is crafted…

You see, there is a lot of humour to be seen. It’s not a story that takes itself too seriously, which is nice and adds to the joy of reading this work. One example is the gargoyle that appears in the story who’s name is Chuck. After reading that, you know full well that the story is going to take a lot of the myths we know and twist them at the least or put them on their head at the most…

The author managed to do that really well…

The writing was very good with no flaws in grammar or spelling that I could make out in it. I wasn’t pulled from the story at all when I read it, which I appreciated very much. The characters all had personality and I knew who was talking if it wasn’t clearly mentioned in the scene. That’s a sign of an author who has wonderful characters in their works…

I’m going to give this eBook four out of five pitchforks.

I would have liked to see more of the workings of this universe, and the climax between good and evil, when it happens is not shown to us, though we see the aftermath of it. I wish that the author had taken about two more pages to show us what happened there and then.

Bottom line, liked it, recommend it, and wishing the author well always…

 

 

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