Jul 21 2011

Succubi Image of the Week 186

This week’s Succubus is more of a mural I think than a piece of art or a drawing really… I say that because while the Succubus in it is lovely and interesting, the world she is shown in seems muh more so really to me…

Blonde Succubus by Alton Lawson

Blonde Succubus by Alton Lawson

This art is called Blonde Succubus, and is by Alton Lawson. I found it originally here and there is also a gallery page of his work on that site here for those that are interested to see more of what he has created.

I can’t however find an actual website for him however, but if anyone should discover one, please post a comment here so I can add it?

I think that the Succubus here is sexy and has that look about her that says “I’m dangerous” which is a good thing really. She has really nice wings and tail, but no horns though they might be hidden in her hair somehow.

The thing that I find fascinating is the background of the work. It’s really thought provoking to me in that I wonder if she is going towards her home, or is leading the viewer on to their “doom” as it were…

Interesting thoughts as always…



Jul 20 2011

Lady Brimstone is not a Succubus costume…

I think I have discovered what has to be the ultimate in bad Devil Girl or Succubus costumes… And that’s not because I personally think that this one is a bad idea, but that when you first see it your eyes hurt from the pain it produces…

Lady Brimstone CostumeIt’s shockingly orange isn’t it?

This is called Lady Brimstone and sells for $50 US online. It comes with the far too bright orange dress, belt and a collar. The wig is not included or the pitchfork or the shoes that the model is wearing either.

I have to cringe at the combination of a bright orange wig with a bright orange costume. What would ever make someone think that was a good idea in the first place?

I’ll also note that there are no horns or tail in this image, which to me means that this isn’t so much a costume for a Succubus but something else and whatever that is I haven’t a clue what that might be.

I can sort of see that the buckle of the belt is the head of a pitchfork, but it’s so tacky as to make it unwearable.

This is really overall so wrong that I can’t see anyone really wanting to wear this on Halloween…

And I won’t be.

Another zero this week out of five.

Hoping for something better next week with some luck…



Jul 19 2011

Temptations 121

When a door is there before you, open it. You might be shocked or not, but in the end your curiosity will be sated won’t it?


Temptations 121

By TeraS and James

She blushed at his words, but of course she would do that. Calling her Dear One was comforting to her… To know that there was one heart that could allow for someone like her within it…

And the words that came next, were, exactly the right ones, “My heart, my dearest heart, one needs the words of another that cares to speak what is real than the words that do not ring true… But then, you have the eyes and the heart and soul to see… Whatever else can there be but that?”

When he reached up to caress her horns, she did not pull away from him. She did not startle at his touch there, though some would say it was bold of him to do so. She had no fear within her of what he might do, no worry of there being harm from the gesture… No, there was nothing for her to fear from one that was her heart after all…

She nibbled her lip a moment and then replied to his statement about those things that marked her as what she was, “Some signs are directions to be followed, to warn, to give a path to be followed… For which there are not always the right reasons for doing so. But I do not place blame or credit upon that which had me have these things that mark me, at least to some, as one that should not been seen, spoken to, or, as they say, forbidden to have the love of another…”

A slight shake of her head, “But there is love if you know where to see it… The question is, always, that the one that looks does see and the seer believes in what is and not what simply appears…”

She allowed smile, “The trick was played long ago my heart… Trying not to dwell on the trick, but see the truth for what it is…”

She patted his hand as her dog poked a paw at them both, “The luck is not yours alone my heart for that much I can be grateful for…”

She gave the dog a nod in the direction of the lake and then said, “Shall we see what awaits just over the rise my heart?”


He took her left hand in his right, intertwining their fingers: “Yes, I am hoping to see what there is to see, Dear One . . . and I am most anxious to see it through your eyes.”

As they followed the path over the crest of the hill, he couldn’t help but notice the late-afternoon sun dancing in her raven curls.  There was a crisp hint of autumn in the air, and hints of color in the trees.  Yet, while the scene provided by nature, complete with the mirror-blue lake below, was inspiring in and of itself, it all seemed to pale in comparison with this formidable, astonishing, gorgeous woman.  He was catching a whiff of cherries in the air, and was just feeling warmer and warmer. She had begun to tell him about how she played here as a child, but now she seemed to be humming the most beguiling tune.

Was that the tip of her tail, running up and down his back, and over his ass, and along the inside of his thigh?  It felt so incredibly good . . . it could be so wonderfully right, to just give himself over to her . . . They were near the cottage now, and it looked to be warm and inviting inside, and he could just follow her . . . just be open to her . . . just let her and respond to her . . .

It would be amazing, and he had the sense she would not be disappointed in him . . .

But, deep in his own core, he knew there was something she needed from him more than this.  He knew that, if he gave himself comepletely over to her, he would be shortchanging her.

There was something selse she needed . . . Could it be that she was afraid of it?

She was opening the door and inviting him in.  It would be so easy to fall into her eyes . . . so right . . .

. . . and so wrong . . .

He released her hand and quickly, but gently, swept her tail away from its target.

“No, Dear One.”

Then he took both her hands in both of his, leaned in, and kissed her on the cheek.  Then he stepped back and looked her in the eyes.  “I do see love here, and it goes so far beyond the path that . . . well, I have to admit, would be breathtaking and soul-changing to follow you down.

“I do see love here, and I already love you with everything in me.  I love you enough to sense that something is hurting you a bit, and you are using your . . . considerable . . . gifts to divert me, and you could, no doubt, succeed very shortly.  But that would do you a disservice.

“I yearn to give myself to you, to help you face that pain, if you will let me, to give you my ears and eyes and heart and soul, if you will use them.  I promise you that I would die rather than betray you in even the smallest way, and I will give you all my strength, my very life, to face whatever you need to face.”

He squeezed her hands and looked even deeper into her amazing eyes, standing resolute, if just barely.  He knew he was completely open to her . . . and he knew that she must know the same.  She could consume him, make him forget such resolution forever, or she could banish him, and probably crush his spirit. Or . . .

. . . Or . . .

“What will it be, my Dear One?”



As always my heart, whatever will be will be… The future is not ours to see…

But we will see someday…




Jul 18 2011

Storm Clouds 131 – 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...

Edits this week with thanks to James as always for his kindness, but not much else…


Storm Clouds 131

Chapter 19

By TeraS

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

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

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

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

Oh, but it’s her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That makes it worse.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get the point, Dick?

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

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

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

Her hand came down hard, “Understood?”

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

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

What do you know of the Succubi?

“They are what is wanted.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell Mistress why she doesn’t know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello Mary Ann.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you having allergies again, Thomas?”

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


“Hi, Thomas …”

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

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

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

“I’ve missed you, too, Thomas.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m Beth! Can’t you see, Thomas?”


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

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

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

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

He found that it meant something to him as well.

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

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

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

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

“Bastard! I’ll rip you apart!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Camilla, what do we know?”

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

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

“Okay. So, then, what do we do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think I am.”

Storm Clouds

Chapter 20

By TeraS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that was only legend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The music wasn’t playing any more. Tera had turned off the record player and was leaning against her desk. Jane wondered idly if she had been in that same pose since she walked out of the room or if Tera was just trying to make her nervous. She was that already; Tera didn’t need to make any effort to have that happen.

Tera remained standing there, looking at her, arms crossed as her tail pointed at a chair next to her, “Daughter … Please sit down.”

It was probably the one thing that Tera could have said that would make Jane’s heart pound. She had never been called daughter by Tera. From the stories she has been told by other succubi who had heard that word, it usually meant that, whatever they did, the Queen didn’t approve. Jane dropped into the offered chair without saying a word and braced herself for what was coming next.

Tera began, “I do not have an answer for you. Why this happened, I cannot say, but–and it is a small but–I think you have the solution to this.”

The surprise was evident in Jane’s answer: “Tera, I have no idea what you are talking about! I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t plan for this … It’s not my fault!”

A single raised finger quieted Jane and then Tera continued, “I did not say that you would know the answer, Daughter. I said that you have the solution. There is a difference between the two.”

“What’s the difference?”

“The difference is that an answer is not a solution and a solution is not an answer.”

“Tera, forgive me, but your answers, especially the riddles, give me a migraine honestly.”

“Shows that your mind is working, Daughter. That is a good start. Now, why don’t you use that mind of yours and tell me the one thing that you did that you hadn’t done before when this happened?”

Jane put her hands to her face in frustration, “I went to the place. I sensed someone in there, I changed form to this woman’s to have him lower his guard and get past him to the basement. I met him, flirted a little, and then went downstairs and shifted back and …”

The pause was a long one before Jane said, “… and I was thinking about him and that he was cute and I’d like to get to know him.”

Tera smiled, “So the ice queen melted?”

“Who told you that?”

A dismissive wave: “Oh, just about everyone who knows you well back home.”

“I don’t have the time to care about someone. That’s got nothing to do with me or anything about me, and I am not frigid!”

The smile didn’t change, “Jane, not being with someone since you and your sister came to us does not mean that, but it does mean that when you become infatuated with someone your mind wanders and you leave yourself open to something happening that you are not guarding against.”

Jane just sat there for a while not saying a word. Tera couldn’t possibly know what she was thinking or feeling for that matter. It had to be a guess …

… but she was right. Jane had thought about him and not kept her eyes open and now she was paying for that stupidity.

“So, now what?”

Tera picked up a small red beret on her desk and tossed it to Jane, “Now we go and find the man you are thinking about, get the two of you together and try to see what happens with that magic in you when he’s there.”

“This is a lousy disguise, Tera.”

Tera snapped her fingers and Jane’s clothing changed into a full length red dress to match the beret, “No, it’s not the best, but it is good enough to cover up your horns and tail. Well enough that we can see that boyfriend of yours and figure this out.”

Jane crossed her arms in disgust, “He is not my boyfriend.”

“Of course, Daughter, whatever you say … Now get up and move your tail before I pull you out of here by it.”

Jane moved quickly after that.

Jul 17 2011

Hot, but is it Succubus hot?

Of course regular readers of the Tale will know of my long and painful search for Succubus costumes and how lousy that has been for me.

Recently a reader of the Tale sent me a link to Amazon on which there was an interesting option to consider as part of, or for the right reasons, the only thing to wear as a Succubus costume.

Now it’s not appearing on the usual day because it’s not really a costume on it’s own, but still it does deserve some thoughts over…

These are simply a series of stickers that you place over different bits of your body. Now while they are advertised as being for strippers and dancers, I think that they could be very interesting with the right costume, or at least small pieces of one.

The only problem is that each type of sticker is sold separately from the others. So you have to purchase three sets or more to get something useful as an overall look.

And the names of these stickers are: TaTa Flames, Body Flames and Face Flames.

Each one of these sells for about $20 US on Amazon but has a list price of about $40.

That seems a bit steep for what you get to me at least, though they are sold with the note the stickiness is very strong so that you don’t have to worry about them falling off…

But here’s the thing…

I like the look, it’s sexy and I have always liked that, but the question that I have is how… sticky… are they? Putting them on some body parts and pulling might not be that much fun… But they do note that the stickers are reusable, which is a good thing, those you have to use spirit gum to do that and I’m not quite that confident in the ability of it to hold on properly.

Still, if I was wearing them for my eternal, I think I would add a pair of sparkly horns, and a wrap around skirt with something like red go-go boots…

Oh come now, don’t you like that would look really Succubus and seductive?

The company has various other themes for their stickers and you can find the page on Amazon.com with this item here.


Jul 16 2011

Not quite what Georgina the Succubus should be I think…

One of the most popular series about Succubi are the works by Richelle Mead about the Succubus known as Georgina Kincaid. Now I like the series, hating that the last book of the series will be appearing next month, but the question always pops up with fans of it about one thing…

If it ever becomes a film, who plays Georgina?

Someone on YouTube has an idea about that…

If you can’t see the video, click on the link:


I can’t personally see this actress being Georgina. Her style seems wrong in a lot of ways really here. Now I know that the images are from a film she was in, but, I just see Georgina being somewhat more stylish in nature.

What I mean by that is she doesn’t need to be a wild child because in the stories she isn’t that. I think that a slightly more mature actress would be a good choice when I think about it.

Question is, who could play her?

I’ve been pondering that a while now and to be honest I can’t think of one of the “younger” popular actresses that could do the role justice.

I’ll have to keep looking…



Jul 15 2011

A Cute Warcraft Succubus Cosplayer…

I was looking around the site Cosplay.com and I’ve discovered a number of Succubus cosplayers on that site. So for the next little while I’m going to be featuring some of them on Fridays on the Tale as sort of a mini-series as I like to think of it…

If I find more in the future, I will be adding them as well of course…

For this week, I found a Cosplayer that appeared as a Warcraft Succubus back in 2009 at the Blizzcon 2009 convention. Her name is Myszt, she is American and this is her cosplay of a Succubus…

Warcraft Succubus Cosplay by Myszt

Warcraft Succubus Cosplay by Myszt

You can find this costume and some more images of it here and a page for her profile here as well on the Cosplay.com site.

This was her first attempt at making a costume and I think as a first effort it came out really well indeed… On the Cosplay.com site, this is the only costume she has shared and I wonder if she did anything more, but I can’t say as there just isn’t any more information on her or anything else she has done there…

She described the costume as being, as I said, her very first costume and that she was happy with it. She noted, as part of the steps of making it that:

Bought the blue fake leather-like fabric at Joann’s, as well as the metallic gold ribbon that is hot glued on. The legs are just acrylic paint painted onto some stockings from Dillard’s.

The blue “leather” was cut and sewn into the pattern based on the Succubus figurine that Blizzard released. It was then sewn onto a black corset bra that I bought from Macy’s to be a trustworthy support under the costume – and it was! Some blue “leather” was also sewn onto the front and back of black bathing suit bottoms for the bottoms of the costume.

The horns were bought in a “demon costume” package from the halloween store and painted with purple+red acrylic. The shoes are just old heels that I never wore, painted with black acrylic as well as part of the stockings. I wish I could have made hooves, but I only had a week to make the costume and didn’t feel that I had enough time to experiment with paper mache.

The tail was also from the Halloween store, though originally it was a halloween decoration that I modified. It was originally a hanging skull and spine, but I cut the skull off the top and painted the spine with purple acrylic and wrapped a band of left over fabric from the corset onto it.

The wings were originally a latex bat decoration from the Halloween store, with its feet and head cut off and the wings painted purple. I attached clear elastic to the wings and tail to keep them on more securely.

I just find it really interesting when Cosplayers explain how they do things and it does really give me so many ideas of my own to ponder too… What surprises me most of all is that she did all of this in one week, and that really is impressive for what she created…

Congratulations and thank you for sharing with us!