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…

 

 

Tera

May 07 2011

Is Morrigan really a good choice for a Wrestler?

We all know who Morrigan Aensland is, after all she is one of the most, if not the most, popular Succubi there is….

Especially in video games.

I found a YouTube the other day from a video game that places her in a wrestling situation…

And if you can’t see the video…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFumsVs865Y

Now I completely understand that what this sequence of images comes from is a pre scripted wire frame that they put a 3D image of Morrigan over…

Two things that bother me a bit are, one, she seems less than she looks in most of her game image appearances, probably because the game can’t deal with her wings as they don’t fit the basic icon of a woman that is used in the game.

It also is a bit distracting when she is preening and posing that her hands seem to be trying to play with her hair, but instead fondle the air around her hair.

It just looks so very wrong really…

I don’t expect that Morrigan has or uses any of her Succubus powers in the game. It is, after all, a wrestling game and so that’s unlikely…

So why place her in this game?

I’m curious about that…

Tera

May 06 2011

A Talented WoW Succubus Cosplayer…

I came across an image of a cosplayer the other day. She did a lot of work on her costume and I thought it would be nice to showcase that work here on the Tale today…

Her name is Kaolinite, and this is her cosplay costume of a Warcraft Succubus…


Now this is just one image from a page of photographs that you can find here if you are interested, and as well her bio page on that site is here as well with other amazing costumes that she has created and shown as well…

I think she created a wonderful effort, I especially liked that she didn’t go with the usual Warcraft Succubus hooves and instead chose some perfect thigh-high boots to go with the costume…

Really, that makes her look so much better I think, but then that’s my bias coming in of course…

Lovely long ears, I am sure that the prosthetics for that took some time as did the detail on her clothing. The wings are lovely and the detailing in them make them look really quite real which is a perfect additional touch for her overall look…

The one thing that I hesitate on are her horns which to me seem too large for her overall look.

Now I know that the Warcraft Succubus does have large horns on her, but I don’t think they are quite that large…

The whip is a nice touch too..

*winks*

Perhaps someday I’ll be able to see her in person at a con somewhere in the world, but until then, I think she is one of the top ten Warcraft Succubus cosplayers that I have seen so far…

Tera

May 05 2011

Succubi Image of the Week 175

It been a while since I posted an image of the anime Succubus known as Astaroth as a Succubi of the week, and so, this week it is her turn to be one again…

Clicking on the image will take you to another page on the Tale where you can then get a larger image of this work if you want one…

I think this is a really nice “cheesecake” drawing of her, the swimsuit bottoms in red are a nice touch, as is the top she is wearing… Her horns are, I still think, a bit large for her, but I can live with that…

I also like the glinting of light over her skin, which really adds to her looks a lot.

I don’t know who the artist is, but if you have an idea, please leave a comment!

Tera

May 04 2011

A Bikini does not a sexy Succubus Costume make…

I’ve said it many times that a Succubus costume is more than the material it is made of. It’s also more than the accessories as well. What it should be is a reflection of the Succubus within and without. Something to add to the whole and not take away from it.

This isn’t one of those.

I have heard of and seen minimalistic costumes. Some of them are very minimal and claim to be Succubus like. One of the worst ones I have hear of is wearing pale makeup and lingerie…

This isn’t quite that awful, but it is getting quite close to that.

This costume is called the Sexy Devil Woman costume and comes with a pair of devil horns, a pair of fishnet net stockings, the red and black dual layered mini skirt and the red and black bra top with ribbon lace up front detail, all in stretchable material.

And it sells for around $35 US on the web.

I hate just about everything this costume has. The fishnets do nothing for me, the skirt is lousy, the top is just as bad. There is no tail either which makes it worse still for me…

The horns look like they are made of Nerf, which is not what they should be.

It just looks far too cheap for my liking and that is, of course, one of my main rants over costumes that appear to be a Succubus or Devil Girl or Devil Woman.

None of these should make you look cheap or trashy, and this one, regrettably, most certainly does that.

I won’t give this a zero. As much as I would like to, I can sort of find myself liking the horns alone and trashing the rest almost immediately when it arrived.

A half pitchfork out of five.

That’s being generous I know…

Tera

May 03 2011

Temptations 110

To question the why is not the question, but to see the how is more than that…

So the Queen of the Succubi thinks…

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Temptations 110

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.”

Jay pressed his lips together as he thought for a moment, then exhaled slowly and visibly detensed. “If we choose whether to be blessed or cursed, then I would choose to be blessed.”

He stopped moving and planted his feet, following Bliss with his eyes but allowing his head to remain still. Pulse quickening, he continued, “You ask for my promise not to do something foolish … that much is easily granted.”

Jay raised his right hand up in an open-handed gesture of honesty. “I promise not to attack the person I know as Bliss, or to intentionally act in such a manner as to cause her harm, so long as she is willing to hold herself bound to the same agreement in kind.” A smile creased his face. “Not a difficult promise, especially if you’ll return it … it’s actually a rule that I find easy to live by.”

He briefly closed his eyes and rolled his head across his shoulders, popping his neck several times before opening his eyes again. “Forgive me the asking if I sound presumptuous, but … how does one such as you find an interest in one such as me?”

 

 

She tilted her head to the right and then pointed a finger at her horns as she explained, “The trappings of legends do not, necessarily, mean that the words are as true as the legends truly were… or are for that matter…”

For a moment after that, her tail corkscrewed into a question mark before she added with bemusement, “Only slightly alarming? How quaint… I shall have to make a note of that and add more… excitement to my appearances in the future… Perhaps making the sun set in the east and rise in the west?”

A wave of the hand that had been pointing at her horns and, “But I jest… Such parlour tricks are for those that are lesser things and care only for their image and not their own truths…”

Then she pointed one finger in the air and spoke quite seriously, “I have not promised to cause you ill will my dear warrior, and unlike some you might have met in your past, I keep my word and keep it well for honour, to me, is most…”

At his promise towards her, she nodded and simply said, “And I shall keep my word in the agreement you have spoken.”

A warm smile and then she answered his question about her interest with one simple word.

“Understanding.”

Expecting that would be insufficient to satisfy his question she continued as her hands moved down to idly pass over her long boots, “The questions that have been at the point of most of creation has been the questions of why are, where are, when are. But to the specific point of you, dear warrior, it is quite simple…”

A tilt of her head to the left and as a lock of hair passed over her right eye she surprised him with the answer…

“You called me.”

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Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

We’ll find out…

Tera

May 02 2011

Storm Clouds 121 – 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 with thanks to my heart as always, for without him I am nothing but a mess…

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Storm Clouds 121

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?”

“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?”

Tom’s eyes widened as he held her close and he 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.

 

 

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