Apr 27 2011

A Deviantly Devil costume, and not a Succubus…

I have found, to this point, one costume that claims to be Devilish, or Succubus-like that received a zero as a rating by me.

Guess what?

I found another one…

And to be honest, I wish that I didn’t or that I had enough brain bleach to remove this from my memory…

This is called the Deviantly Devil Costume and comes with a Devil knit outfit with zipper front, horned hoodie with front pockets, a skirt with attached tail and garters and the pitchfork.

Stockings and shoes are not included in this and it sells for $60 US.

Here’s the part of this that makes me cringe. According to the site I found this on this costume is described as being, and I quote, A very sexy non traditional devil costume.

Seriously?

Where is the sexy in this?

I shudder to even call this trashy since that would be giving it a compliment!

And it really does not deserve one…

Lousy tail, ugly colours, and a hoodie for horns? Seriously? Not even a hairband horn set? What’s the point of horns on a hoodie for gosh sakes!

And what’s with the straps between the two parts of the costume? It almost looks like bungie cords connecting them together…

As I said in the beginning, the second zero ever given by me to a costume…

And there will be more I shudder to think…

Tera

Apr 26 2011

Temptations 109

To be in bliss, but with a Queen of the Succubi? That must be interesting…

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Temptations 109

By TeraS and Jay

Jay moved his head back in slight surprise when the tail poked in his direction. He absently studied it while his mind processed.

“You seem quite insightful, Bliss. Rather more so than …” He sentence cut off as her lips touched his cheek. His eyes closed for a moment and a tiny suppressed shudder twitched his shoulders. When she pulled back his eyes reopened and he visibly shook himself down and began to step deliberately and easily to keep the surprising creature before him … well … before him.

Jay swallowed a little thickly. “Well, then. Forgive my lack of accurate knowledge of your kind mi’lady, but I’m not sure what to make of that. While you hardly seem the evil and vile demoness of myth, I must confess that I still find you slightly alarming. And I don’t know whether you’ve just blessed me, cursed me, or none or all of the above. I don’t know anything, so I pray you’ll forgive me for being just a touch on edge and not take it as a personal affront.” He gave a kind of wry grimace. “To the point, I’m morally certain that I couldn’t hurt you if I tried, and that you could catch me effortlessly were I to attempt to run. Though of course that don’t absolve me of the obligation to try.”

Restrain yourself Jay, he mentally admonished. She hasn’t proven hostile yet. So she’s incredibly insightful and perceptive. No harm there. So she kissed you. It was on the cheek … is that truly harmful? No proof, stop escalating. Control that breathing, keep in motion, don’t make an unknown situation into a hostile one when it wasn’t already. Godsdamn it, you know better than this; stop trying to panic at the unknown, unexpected, and startlingly attractive. Also stop monologueing, she seems to be … right. Shutting up.

“I sincerely hope I’m going off on the wild end. And if I’m completely off the mark, then I’m hoping some compassion you’ll give me, Bliss.”

Bliss ticked off points on her fingers as she replied, “Blessing are. Curses remain. All else is what you decide it to be. Keep something in mind my dear… You make your own choices and in return you accept the results whatever they are… Believe thyself to be cursed, thou shall be. Believe in the good and then be blessed… Or remain in-between and know not what has happened…”

She watched him shift around as she moved around him still, a bemused smile still upon her lips, just for fun she suddenly moved in the opposite direction from where she had been and then said, “Are you wiling to go off your guard now that I have not harmed you, nor threatened you? Or do you wish to joust until you are spent?”

She wagged a red nailed finger at him, “If you know that the battle is not winnable, do you not have to hold you strengths for when the moment of weakness appears?” Then she smiled, “Warriors should be with their minds yes, but their hearts should see as well.”

Taking the three strides slowly, her hands at her sides she closed the distance until she was directly in front of him, her eyes unafraid of him, but moreover, a concern within them clear as she said, “Trust is mutual is it not? Will you trust in that I will not bring you harm in return for the promise that you will not do something foolish?”

Her tail still moved behind her, “Compassion comes with Bliss does it not?”

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My tail is evil in it’s own way…

Tera

Apr 25 2011

Storm Clouds 120 – 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...

Moving on with Tom and… well.. you’ll see soon enough…

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Storm Clouds 120

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 ditch 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 grovelling 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 them, married them 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?”

“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 were’t connecting properly, like there was something that he should be remembering about Beth and couldn’t make that connection 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?”

Tom’s eyes widened as he held her close and he realized something. Beth couldn’t possibly know who Camilla was, 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’s 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.


Apr 24 2011

A Review of Demon’s Layer

There is a SuccuWiki entry for story about an incubus that I added some time ago. I noted that I would be adding a review there in the future, but first I am going to place that review here on the Tale.

The work I am going to review is called Demon’s Layer and is by the author Carlanime Bligh.

This story is part of a series of works by this author under the Changeling Press series title name of Hot Flash which allows shorter stories that can’t quite be called novels in length a chance to be published.

This particular story, Demon’s Layer, is part of a universe that this author has created that is a series of three short stories: Enter the LayerWolf’s Layer and Demon’s Layer.

Demon’s Layer tells the continuing story of Nisha Kenkins, who is what is called a Layer in the series. In short she deals with supernatural beings on the behalf of normal humans. This time she is called to help the owners of a hotel called The Innferno. The problem that the owners face is that they are haunted by a being, possibly some kind of demon, that is creating problems for them.

Over the course of the story, Nisha meets this demon, who has similar powers to an Incubus in that he is a sexual demon and apparently uses his powers to make the sexual fantasies of others come true. But unlike the traditional method of an Incubus, this demon possesses others, normally male, and then uses its powers to control the actions of others around them.

Nisha and her two lovers, both men, find themselves falling into the demon’s sphere of power, possessions take place, and over the course of the story, the three of them are brought into situations that are both the fantasy of them all, and the fantasy of one of them in particular. Nisa confronts the demon towards the end of the story in its true form and with a bit of trickery on the demon’s part, finds herself quite literally at the demon’s tender mercies…

While it is not necessary to read the other stories in this universe, I would recommend it because I found myself questioning some of the relationships and actions of the main characters when I read the story as a “stand alone” story. Going back to this tale after reading the other two stories helped me quite a lot in understanding why Nisha is a Layer and what that really means.

I thought that the scenes between Nisha and her lovers were very hot and expressed a lot of the love between them all, but there just wasn’t enough background on them for my liking. I understand that this is a series of works, but a little more expansion on their lives would have been nice rather than being dropped into their world without a lot of understanding.

As seems to be my biggest problem with these short flashes of stories, the story seems rushed and we move from sex scene to sex scene without a lot of growth character-wise between them. Again, I think that the format use causing that problem and that to me is a shame.

Eventually, I am expecting all of these stories to be gathered in one larger volume, which I think will solve a lot of the problems I have expressed here…

Setting aside the need for more expansion in the story, otherwise I liked the rest of the work very much. The author writes very well and there were no moments in the story telling that drew me out of the work which I did enjoy…

I’m giving this work three and a half pitchforks out of five…

It should be longer, and perhaps the resolution should have been shown as I think that would have been an interesting end to the story. Can’t spoil it for you, but really, considering what the demon could do, it would have been a very interesting ending…

Tera

Apr 23 2011

A Succubus in Minecraft?

There is a game called Minecraft, you can find out more about it here on Wikipedia if you are interested in it, but in short, you enter a world where you collect blocks and build things.

Some people have built very complex things in the game. like buildings or the Starship Enterprise…

And someone decided that they should make a Succubus Mod for it as well…

And in case you can’t see the embedded video:

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

I’ll warn you that the person narrating the video mispronounces Succubus… A lot.

Obviously, she is a Succubus, she reminds me a lot of the Ragnarok Succubus in the clothing she is wearing, this image is about the best one I could screengrab from the video…

Now I don’t think I will add her to the SuccuWiki, mostly because she isn’t in the original game, she is only a Mod for it, and really as a Succubus she isn’t exactly what one would expect from one…

Honestly, I think this was mainly a “just because I can” sort of thing, but if there are any players of the game that can point me at any sort of stats or more information on her, I’ll think about adding her to the SuccuWiki…

There just is not enough to justify it, not to mention that there isn’t a really good image of her around either…

Now I understand that in one of the different versions of Minecraft that there are enemies that attack you and so having a Succubus in the game kind of makes some sense I suppose…

But personally I don’t quite understand it…

Tera

Apr 22 2011

A 1970s Devil Girl T-Shirt…

I found another Devil Girl themed T-Shirt this week on Zazzle.com, and it really is a flashback to the 1970s in a way…

Now some of you might recall that in the 70s there were mud flaps for cars and trucks that had the silhouette of a woman on them…

I like this one a lot better than those ones…

It has all of the signs of a Succubi on it, horns, tail, long hair and of course, pitchfork, which means that I really love this a bunch…

It is the creation of Saytoons on Zazzle, who according to their information page is based in Chicago and is a graphics artist. They seem to like retro art designs, such as this one of the Devil Girl and have a rather large collection of various themes on Zazzle.

You can find this T-shirt design, which is also available on other items, here.

A really neat take on a classic idea and I hope that other Succubi, or Devil Girl works appear soon from this artist!

Tera

Apr 21 2011

Succubi Image of the Week 173

For this week’s Succubus, I found one that is Anime based, so her looks do not include a tail or horns, but she does have the wings, head and otherwise, that Morrigan Aensland has…

Oh, and she’s cute too!

 

Cute Succubus by Nironiro

Cute Succubus by Nironiro

 

 

The image here is at the full size that I have of it, so clicking on it will not, sorry to say, provide a larger version of it. ((Click on it! Have a bigger version now!))

She needs a tail.

That’s all I ask for, just one mischievous tail and she’s just about perfect as sort of a “girlfriend” Anime Succubus, which I happen to think is a lovely idea for a story sometime…

It strikes me that she could be in college or something like that, based on what she looks like and all of those books around her… Mebby a magic school or something?

It might be interesting….

Should anyone have an idea of the artist, who this character is, or anything else, please leave a comment!

UPDATE!

Thanks to Keiichi81, a reader of the Tale who left a comment that revealed the artist of the work is called Nironiro, and also left a link to a larger version of this work as well!

I’ve updated the image here on the Tale with the larger version, so you can now click on the piccy and have a better look!

Lots of thank yous and huggles!

 

Tera

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