Apr 17 2011

Angels vs. Devils – An Art Collection…

I was in a book store with my Eternal this weekend and we were poking around the used book section of it hoping to find something of a Succubi nature there…

And we found something quite interesting, even though it has been available since last year…

Furious - Angels Vs Devils Published by SQP

  • Title: Furious – Angels Vs Devils
  • Editor: Sal Quartuccio
  • Publishing Date: March 29, 2010
  • Length: 64 Pages
  • ISBN-10: 0865622027
  • ISBN-13: 978-0865622029
  • Available at Amazon here
  • Price: Varies, Ours was $6

This work is a compilation of art by artists such as James Ryman, Mitch Byrd, Brian Leblanc, Pelaez, Maraschi, and several others.

The book is not a graphic novel, but rather almost a coffee table edition of these artist’s works.

The images in this book are all of Angels and Demons, or, as I seem some of them, Succubi in all sorts of different situations. And in a lot of them, the Angels are not exactly all innocent by far…

Oh there are the occasional works of art like the cover, which show them at odds with each other, but even in those moments, there is a very strong undercurrent of sexuality in all of the art here.

SQP has produced several other books that also display art, individually, of many other fantasy beings, there are book that cover Angels alone as well as Devils. This is, as far as I can find, the only one that is promoted as having them together in one work…

I really do like the art very much, though the number of tails in it are rather limited. It’s a bit of a shame that bat-like wings are to some artists what makes a Devil girl or Succubus, but I still question that as, for Succubi at least, wings make having fun a bit of a problem in bed most of the time…

I’ll place it in the top ton artbooks we own, it would have been nicer as a hardcover rather than a softcover, but then I suppose the subject matter in a way doesn’t seem to be enough to have one…

I’ll give it four out of five pitchforks.

Lovely art, would have been happier if it was a little larger in format and on better paper than it was produced on…

Tera

Apr 16 2011

An Ragnarok Online Succubus and Incubus YouTube…

I found yet another Work In Progress video on YouTube, which shows an artist colouring a drawing of the Ragnarok Incubus and Succubus that I thought was interesting…

If the video doesn’t appear, try this link:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NpJUpU3R1JU

And a very small image of the completed work, as a reference…

Sorry that the image isn’t exactly clear, I did that on purpose actually, but I found where the artist posted the finished work on DeviartArt as well…

The artist’s name is Arya Shiroyama, also known as Dark-Arya on DeviantArt. Their YouTube channel can be found here, and their DeviantArt page is here as well.

You can find the completed art here on DeviantArt as well…

I like these two as a couple really, they seem to be a really nice match with each other and reflect what the in-game characters look and act like really well…

If you have a look at the finished work, you’ll see that there is a lot of details in the colouring of both of them, the details of the Succubus’ garter for example, or the Incubus’ clothing. I also really think that their wings are lovely and normally I don’t like wings on Succubi or Incubi all that much…

The artist, on their DeviantArt site, does mostly art that ties into some of the most popular Japanese cute anime, tending mostly towards such game series as Ragnarok as well as themes of Shonen, Ecchi and Chibi characters…

Please visit their blog, which you can find here, and have a look!

Tera

Apr 15 2011

A Succubus with a really big Pitchfork…

Zazzle for some reason is becoming more and more… succubish? Shall we say? There seems to be more and more items on sale there with Devil Girls or Succubi, which I am thankful to the many artists there for… And this time, I found a Succubus with a really big pitchfork… This I think is just a classic image of a mischievous Succubus by far… It is the work of someone calling themselves Chickwhipped, and you can find their site on Zazzle here and the page I found this work here too…

I found it as a fridge magnet, but it appears on all sort of things like shirts, ties, bags, cards, mousepads and so on… There are few images of Succubi that have that touch of mischievousness in them, this one has that by far. Her smile, stance, the casual way she holds her pitchfork…

All just deliciously Succubi in nature which I just love…

There is another work by this artist on his page that have a similar feel to it, that being of a rather naughty Fae that again, just seems exactly right in so many ways…

Please do have a look!

Tera

Apr 14 2011

Succubi Image of the Week 172

This week’s Succubi is a small image I admit, but the style of it and the look of her I think is wonderfully seductive…

There is no larger version of this art that I have been able to find, and the quality is a little bit on the poor side, but I really liked it when I first saw it and so…

There is the smallest of signatures on the work, but I can’t make it out at all. It might be Jane D, but I can’t tell for certain to be honest…

I love the overall look of this Succubi, especially the boots and outfit she is wearing. The wings seem a little bit odd and I was a bit confused with how her tail goes behind her and underneath her wings as well… Her horns are just about the right size that I personally like, if slightly odd somehow… Still, her expression is lovely and seductive… All in all a tummy example of a Succubi…

I’m also almost sure that she reminds me of an actress somehow, but I can’t quite place who she is at the moment..

As always, anyone that knows this artist, please post a comment!

Tera

Apr 13 2011

Playboy Succubus Costume Number Two…

A little while ago I reviewed a Succubus, or Devilish costume that was made under the Playboy name…

Well I found another one…

So very much to say about this one, but let’s start with the basics as always… This costume is produced under the Playboy name and consists of a polyester red embroidered gossamer corset dress with ruffled skirt, matching sleevelets and thigh high fishnet stockings with Playboy charm garters and the little tiny horns. The shoes are not included with this outfit according to the description.

It’s hard to call this a Succubus costume since, guess what, there isn’t a tail with this costume!

While overall it doesn’t look that trashy, it does not say “succubus” to me really. It actually kind of reminds me of a barmaid’s outfit with the addition of the horns as an optional extra as it were.

I’m also not so sure about all the yellow in this costume. Red of course has to be there, but why yellow exactly?

Setting the overall costume aside for a moment, I do like the horns, but they look like the cheaper kind that you have to clip into your hair, which I don’t like very much. Hairbands work better and you can always hide the hairband in your hairstyle easily enough…

So, overall, this might be slightly better than the other Devil Woman costume that carries the Playboy name, but there must be something sexier and gives more of that seductiveness that should be in costumes like this.

And I think that if anyone understands that, it would be Playboy…

This costume gets two pitchforks out of five.

It’s not awful, and it would be a decent choice for being in public, but the first person that asks for a beer will be pitchforked…

Severely.

Tera

Apr 12 2011

Temptations 107

A Succubi Queen does not reveal all to those that appear to her for doing so gains them little in the way of knowledge.. So they must try…

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Temptations 107

By TeraS and Jay

Jay started when his visitor tweaked his nose. Trying to cover his momentary surprise, he rubbed his nose with his hand and cleared his throat. “Yeah, I was beginning to realize that. I’m not really sure I believe the picture, but I think I get the basic outline. The horned and tailed outline that’s entirely too shapely to be anything except one.”

By this point, he had managed to replace his sleeping pants with a pair of deep blue jeans though he didn’t replace his shirt, a plain white T-shirt emblazoned with the Iron Cross of the Teutonic Knights and their motto “Helfen, Wehren, Heilen”. (Help, Defend, Heal)  Slowly and with hands open at his sides in a non-threatening manner, he rustled out of his sleeping back and rose to his bare feet. Jay’s instincts were firing on all cylinders, but their reactions were contradictory, giving him conflicting impressions. The otherworldly creature before him was both powerful and fragile, steely-cored and empathetic, alluring as a luna moth and hazardous as a hidden shoal.

Seeing clearly that she was not going to be put on edge so easily and give him control of the conversation, he switched tactics. “Civilization as a whole is of little concern of mine. Civility, on the other hand, is a virtue that I’m sure any thinking being can embrace, regardless of the differences between them. After all, it’s the very basis for peaceful relations, is it not? And I would prefer not to raise your ire, if it’s all the same to you.”

Jay made a graceful half-bow, never letting his eyes leave her form. Though his body language radiated an outward layer of calm, a careful and trained observer (or one who could “taste” his emotional state) would notice his weight carefully balanced on the balls of his feet, displaying a layer of tension that was carefully prevented from approaching his face.

“Ignorance of the law is no excuse,” he clarified after returning upright. “Normally invoked when a person breaks a law they have every reason to know but claim they weren’t told about. If I have broken such a law, please tell me. And why the one sent to …” a momentary pause while he searched for the right word, “… to collect or pardon me bears the traits you bear.” An eyebrow arched. “Indeed, I begin to wonder why you’re here. A pardon is customarily an unearned gift to those who intended no harm or were of questionable guilt. What is it you want from me for such forgiveness and absolution?”

He rolled his shoulders carefully, and regarded her again. “They also say ignorance is bliss. Since you leave me ignorant of your name, I may just call you Bliss.”

Her tail sort of poked at the air. “No concern? How odd… Are you then more concerned with yourself over others or are you simply trying to cover up a shortcoming with yourself?”

She smiled at the way he held himself, it was quite obvious that he was a warrior. Not so much in his stance or his manners but in his words. Words that were in their way tightly controlled and well positioned as weapons to be borne… But the thing was that bearing your weapons before knowing what exactly you faced was, in her eyes, a grievous error…

Still he did ask for forgiveness, something that few ever did until it was either too late or worse.

Idly she wondered if his word was as good as his bond or would other things draw him to break both…

She tapped a finger against her lips, “Bliss? I don’t think anyone has had the temerity to call me that… Still I rather like it… So until you discover my true name, you can call me that…”

The tapping stopped for a moment, “Just be careful when you call out for bliss my dear…”

She then walked around him as if sizing him up. Noting his shirt she asked, “Whom have you helped? Whom have you defended? Have you healed yourself?”

Stopping to his right she continued, “Are they just words to you? Or do you truly understand what they mean?”

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I have to admit that I rather liked the name of Bliss…

Tera

Apr 11 2011

Storm Clouds 118 – 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...

Editing this week with thanks as always to James for accepting the mess that I make…

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Storm Clouds 118

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.

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 …”

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