May 03 2016

A Review of Dark Reflections by Alana Church

Dark Reflections by Alana Church

Dark Reflections by Alana Church

A review today of the third work in The Succubus series by Alana Church, a series that I have found myself captivated with as it has progressed. I reviewed the first work in the series here and the second work here on the Tale recently and how that second work closed left a rather interesting cliffhanger to unfold in this, the third work.

Sometimes one receives answers to questions they didn’t know they had. That can be from one’s own needs, or that of others. It can be from a place of pleasure, a means for satisfying themselves. Other times it is a shoulder to cry on, a lover to hold, a passion to unfold. In every case, the one recurring theme is that of discovery. But it can also be one of acceptance, whether you want to or not.

The work tells the story of:

After days of a strange sexual reawakening, Rachel Wainwright finally meets the reason for the wonderful change in her life. Althea Carpenter is a succubus who has been forced to take up residence in her mind. As she explains her history, and that of the succubi, Rachel is filled with sympathy for her plight, and agrees to help her regain her previous form.

Meanwhile, the spell of the succubus is having an effect on other members of Rachel’s household. Goaded by urges he finds shameful and perverse, Alex finds love and acceptance in Maria’s arms. And Sarah is being drawn to a new man in her life. Will they find happiness together? Or will their forbidden love doom them all? One thing is certain. When you look into the eyes of a succubus, you may see some…Dark Reflections.

Rachel finally meets Althea and learns that everything that has been happening of late is because Althea took needed refuge within Rachel to survive. The reality they are both in comes into focus and Rachel learns just what it means to be a succubus. There are trials for both, needs of many, and along the way some discoveries are made. People change, some more than others, but when it is one’s own desires unleashed and true, is that really a bad thing?

The most interesting part of this work is, by far, the interaction between Althea and Rachel that finally comes into full bloom. There isn’t a clash of personalities so much as it is a merging, a reflection, a meeting of two souls that each have their own needs and desires, but also their own points of view and mindsets. Some of the funniest moments are when Althea makes offhanded remarks to Rachel here and there, sometimes in the midst of passion and they are simply hilariously funny.

Beyond that, there is a good deal of time spent explaining just what it means to be a succubus, about some of Althea’s past and what has happened to Rachel. The author has a particular view of the succubi that I cherish and the simple statement of their purpose, of where they come from and why there are on Earth is perfect. The author spent a good deal of time in consideration of just how things work, why they do, and more importantly, takes succubi in a direction within this series that is bright and promising.

Really that isn’t a surprise, all things considered about what we have seen Althea think and consider overall and finding that this is simply how all succubi are is perfect. The discussion leaves many questions answered, but as well, so many questions made anew. The series going forwards has something really interesting to play off of and that is what makes things so promising overall. There’s thought in what’s coming, it isn’t all just the erotica and that makes for the better tale to tell.

Rachel having a focus makes her that much more interesting because she isn’t acting now for her needs, she’s acting, playing, loving, for something more now. She understands what she’s been given, what it means, and even if she now has a little voice that she can hear in her mind now, it’s more of a sister, a friend, than anything else. The story isn’t about conflict between Althea and Rachel, though there are some moments of uncertainty. It’s about Rachel seeing the possibilities and accepting them, whatever they are.

In the same way, the rest of Rachel’s family undergoes a similar transformation. Josh comes to terms with his desires and in doing so rediscovers the woman he loved and she him. There’s a moment when there might be some conflict, but it’s handled well and when the focus turns to Sarah, the story pushed her character development a long way. She makes the most inspired comment to her brother at one point, and it was in its own way really funny, but sad as well. Sarah’s frustration is palatable, and here’s where a conflict comes in the closing moments of the story.

Next to Rachel’s enlightenment, the other focal point of this work is that of Alex, his hidden sexual desires and linked to them that of Maria. This is a lovely well told erotic scene that had a wonderful mix of a D/s relationship, the need for love and hope, and as well a focus upon sexual discovery. It is a love scene, in the best possible way, and it respects both sides of the D/s relationship. There’s no abuse, no foulness. There’s acceptance, understanding and, most of all, the connection which few can find, accept, and be worthy of.

The erotica melds well, as it has in the prior works in the series, into the story, not reading like something that is pasted in for the sake of being there. It pushes things onwards, there is both a reason for it to happen, and some kind of aftermath, or purpose when the moment passes and life for the characters continues onwards.

The core plot moves a little further onwards, there is a needed answer for Althea, but questions for Rachel, desires for Alex and Sarah they need to understand. The entire family is discovering things about themselves hidden away from themselves and that brings growth to them all. That is what makes this work sing. It’s that the characters are becoming more.

There is some conflict revolving around Sarah and where that goes does make me wonder, especially from the ending. She’s held in a situation where Rachel knows, her father knows, and it’s unsure of what she will do now that another has entered the picture. At the same time, what happens to Althea and Rachel now that what was lost has been found makes for a problem to solve and it doesn’t seem to be one that’s simple. Complexity is a wonderful thing and all of their lives are going to be very much that from now on.

Four and a half out of five pitchforks.

The series continues to build deliciously, the characters transform a little more each page. Answers are coming, as are they, and within that is a tale that I find I cannot wait for the next work  in the series to appear. I continue to highly recommend the series and I await Rachel’s first real encounter with Althea.

Not all answers are found in one’s mind, so many of them come from without as well. The next work in the series Bright Shadows is next and with the knowledge of the succubi comes the question of who else is out there.

We shall see.



May 03 2016

A Review of How I Became a Succubus Were-Woman by Abbey Lynn

How I Became a Succubus Were-Woman by Abbey Lynn

How I Became a Succubus Were-Woman by Abbey Lynn

In the midst of telling a story, there are a series of things that need to be present in order for it to be more than “just” erotica. There needs to be a well explained world, a reason for things being as they are. There needs to be characters that you care about enough to see what comes next and the reasons why.

There is one other thing that, for me, is important and it is particularly so when it comes to stories that have a gender transformation theme. At some point the character’s name needs to change in order to reflect who they have become. Leaving that out tends to be jarring.

  • Title: How I Became a Succubus Were-Woman
  • Author: Abbey Lynn
  • Length: 70 Pages
  • Publishing Date: October 15, 2015
  • This work at

The story tells of:

A chance encounter at a Halloween costume party changes Henry’s life forever. That’s where he met Sabrina — an intoxicating, irresistible, incredibly beautiful woman. Little did he know that she was a predator and he was her latest prey. As a were-woman succubus, she needs fresh masculine energy to feed on. But she’s just a little too hungry — and drains him just a little too much. Suddenly Henry finds himself transforming into a girl every full moon, experiencing that same insatiable lust and need to feed. And strangely, he enjoys it. Actually looks forward to it. And soon discovers that only being a girl once a month simply isn’t enough for him. So he seeks out a way to make it permanent — and become an immortal, intoxicating, beautiful full-time female succubus too.

Henry goes to a Halloween party and meets Sabrina. She is amazingly sexy, hypnotic, and the answer to many of his life’s questions. A mistake made means that Henry isn’t the man he was before. He’s a were-succubus. And that brings up a question that he has struggled with all of his life. Who is he? Or she?

I found this work to be really quite enjoyable, having a strong story, good characters, and a setting that saw to it that things made sense within the story itself. There’s a good balance between the erotica, which is well written, has some lovely heat, and the need to tell a larger story as well. The work isn’t simply erotic, there is some thinking needed as well and I liked that part of the work.

Henry’s passage through the story is well done, from the moment he meets Sabrina, the time they spend together, the aftermath, Henry’s transformation, and then Sabrina guiding Henry through his first night being transformed and then, the choices Henry makes. Each step along the way has it’s own piece of erotica, but as well, there’s a story to go along with it that helps to push Henry’s story along.

Sabrina is a succubus in a way. Not in the way of taking someone’s soul but rather in her sexual needs, her powers, some of which are nicely hot mind control, and in her overall look and appearance. She doesn’t have horns or a tail, but it is very clear she is a succubus in this work, as also Henry becomes after his transformation.

The part of this work that I enjoyed the most was Sabrina taking Henry to her “world”, teaching Henry how to control herself, testing her. Sometimes needing to slap her a little to get Henry’s attention, but that again works well. There’s much more world building than I expected in truth, and because of that alone, this work was amazing in what was created around the characters.

As I mentioned, the erotica has a lot of heat, the scenes aren’t impossible, silly, or over the top and in being so that added an air of “reality” to the work that I liked. The transformation passages, some of which are very long and detailed, were well done also. There are moments where the work stumbles a little however, that mainly being in the dialog.

When the characters are talking, it feels odd. That is to say there’s kind of a monotone in how they speak to each other for most of the work, thankfully which at the climax and conclusion, doesn’t appear. Some more emotion at some points outside of the erotica I think would have been nice, but still, the work is very well written and I enjoyed it as a whole.

But there is one thing missing which, for me, is the single problem. After Henry transforms, experiences her new life… her name doesn’t change. She is still “Henry” to the very last page and that bothered me. I would have liked, if only in the last line of the book, to know her name… and it isn’t Henry I am fairly sure.

Four pitchforks out of five.

The dialog needs a little work, it reads too “stiff” and needs more emotion. As well, it would have been really nice for Henry to reveal her new name at the end of the story. That bothers me, for the sake of a complete story and it would have even a nice point to end things on.



May 02 2016

Story By TeraS

Last Friday was my birthday. Many times, the stories that I write have a lot of reality immersed within them. Sometimes that means the stories say something, if you really take a long look at them. Other times, the words just are what they are, the words not meaning much of anything. But they still make up a …


By TeraS


An envelope lies upon a table: a simple white envelope, the sort of thing that is about the right size to hold a card. Upon that envelope lies a simple blue pen, the sort of thing that no one takes a moment to consider if, for example, they were using it to write something in the card.

Beneath the envelope lies the card. It is a simple thing, something you might find in a shop. Thin cardboard, some sparkles stuck to the front, some sort of prose written upon the cover. The prose is, of course, not capable of saying what the one who picked the card wants to say, but, if nothing else, it is a start. Within the card itself, hidden from view, there might be some words written. The words are ones that mean something to the one that wrote them, but also to the one the card is meant for.

But the card is unfinished, the words incomplete, the meaning not fully formed.

For the pen suggests that the one that had been writing the card wasn’t able to finish, that something took the writer away from the moment.

All this lies upon a table near a window, the light from outside the room cascading within and illuminating the card, the envelope, and the pen. But the light cannot make the missing words form, the thoughts unfold, or, the story be told.

She stands there now, looking at the collection, thinking about the one that was to write the card, to share her thoughts. It is a paused moment in a life, an instant when the story waits for the next thing to be.

The card promises that there are words to be read, something to be seen, but she finds herself not willing to look, not willing to disturb the frozen moment in time. The story is unfinished, and to look upon the words would be something of a poor thing to do, she believes. So she stands there, not in the beam of light that encompasses the table, the card, the envelope, the pen, and, she notes with a sigh, the chair that awaits the one whom it belongs to.

Her Eternal enters some moments later, saying nothing, for really what words can possibly be said between them that a look, a thought, a slight expression of body language they both know so well cannot have already expressed. This was to be a day that had some happiness within it, a day when, for a moment, there might be some laughter, some joy, some … something. There’s a feeling of things not being right, a feeling that this feeling will grow, will turn into other things, and this one moment, this singular day, could have been something more, but will now be something else.

This moment, this story, isn’t about all of that, however.

This story is about this moment.

The phone rings. She fumbles for the call. His hands cup hers, he smiles, and there is a long moment when the phone rings and neither does nor says anything. Then she answers the call, as she always does: with a happy greeting, sharing only the warmth of her love for the soul that is calling on this day. There is an affirmation that things are fine, that both she and her Eternal will be there shortly, of course.

Some words are spoken, she holding her hand over the phone so the quiet sniffles cannot be heard—at least, she hopes so. When the wish is shared, it is a moment when she would rather break out in tears, crying, expressing everything that she is holding inside now.

Managing to keep the sadness from her voice, she gives the phone to her Eternal before turning away and dealing with the tears that are coming now. She listens as he talks about their day, the cake, which they are going to keep until the callers have returned home. He manages, she thinks, much better than she did in holding his voice steady, to keep the callers’ spirits up and hopes alive. He hands the phone back to her and she hears the question that she didn’t want to have to answer. Has she opened her card?

She tells the truth: no, she hasn’t. When asked why, her answer is that the card will be there when the one they care about is home. The story in the card will be finished, they will be there when the card is opened, the story read, the tears shed, whenever that will be.

Most of all, she manages with a small laugh, the cake will be waiting too.

Soon, far too soon, the call ends, the connection is broken, but only that of the phone call. All else remains; for family is, after all, family. She is held by her Eternal, for a time, the two not saying anything, just looking at the pen, the card, the envelope and the empty chair until it is time to go.

And so, this is Tera’s birthday.

Save one last thing. The story doesn’t end here. This is only a small part of the day. There is comfort in the words of her family, of her Heart, her Love, her Legion, her friends and family that know her as Tera, or as the Queen of the Succubi, or a Sister, or a dear friend or something more.

Perhaps that is being called someone’s Daughter.

Sometimes the best gift is the one that costs nothing but can never be lost, broken, or fade away, the gift that costs nothing but shares everything.

It is the love, forever so. Because that is, after all, the story …

May 01 2016

A Review of Wake Up by Eugene Ahn

Wake Up by Eugene Ahn

Wake Up by Eugene Ahn

There are those works that I come across which have such a deep, overriding sense of loss, of despair, of utter darkness that they are very hard to read. Sometimes these works are described as being horror. They tend to suggest that, bring it out at some point, and in doing so the overall impact of the work tends to be lessened.

Telling the story of losing one’s love is tragic. Telling the story of losing one’s light is more. Telling the story of darkness with little else within is the most difficult thing of all.

  • Title: Wake Up
  • Author: Eugene Ahn
  • Length: 15 Pages
  • ASIN: B016FVDIV0
  • Publishing Date: October 26, 2015
  • This work at

The story tells of:

After a tragic car accident, a young man is paid a visit by the one person he wishes to see the most: his deceased wife.

A man tells of his life being lost after his wife is no more. He tells of the world that he isn’t, doesn’t want to be part of. Tells of the decisions made to bring his story, like hers, to a close. But also, he tells of her visiting him and what transpires from his wish and his curse.

Overall, this is a story that isn’t so much horror as it is just so extremely sad from the very first word to the last. There’s no hope, no passion, no meaning. The main character, who is never named, has suffered a tremendous loss, there is no question of that. The thoughts he shares, the things he misses, needs, wants just one more time, are clearly felt. There is such a thing as a heart of darkness and for him, there is nothing but that within him.

Most of the story revolves around what he experiences, feels, sees, as the world goes on and he finds that he cannot. He has lost his reason for living, obviously, and sees no need to try any longer. In being so, the story becomes very hard to read, the overwhelming sadness in his character smothers everything else.

Eventually, his lost wife, who is not named either, appears as if in a dream and over time the dreams when they come become nightmares, mainly driven by his own decisions and actions. The actual horror in the work appears at the very end and it is horror, there’s no question of that.

It is entirely possible that the vision of his wife is a succubus, the hints are there, the story focused on that possibly to an extent, but there’s no real definition or understanding of that possibility. As a whole, if she is a succubus, she is there for the horror aspects and very little else. There is a smattering of erotica at the end of the work, mixed with the horror, and as such there’s not much effect really to the story as a whole.

The work is well written, there is no question of that. But it is also so very tragically dark and distributing. Some will like that aspect, personally I found it hard to take, but there is no question that the story is very well told… even if there really isn’t that much of a Succubus to be seen.

Three out of five pitchforks.

A dark story well written. But even so, it isn’t really something that I enjoyed as a whole because of the darkness seen.



May 01 2016

A Review of World’s Shyest Succubus 4: Sisterhood by Taylor Knobb

World's Shyest Succubus 4: Sisterhood by Taylor Knobb

World’s Shyest Succubus 4: Sisterhood by Taylor Knobb

A review of the fourth work in the World’s Shyest Succubus series by Taylor Knobb. You can find my first review of the series here, the second review can be found here, and the third is here on the Tale.

Becoming a succubus isn’t the entire story, it’s just part of it. The larger story is the question of learning not what you can do, but whether or not you have the means to control yourself. Things can go wrong, they can go right as well. But most of all, the truth of the story is that of what you hold most in your soul.

The only way to learn about the truth is to experience it. The only way to grow is to try. Sometimes they are one in the same, sometimes they aren’t. But they always, no matter what, tell the story of who you really are when you lose control.

  • Title: World’s Shyest Succubus 4: Sisterhood
  • Author: Taylor Knobb
  • Length: 22 Pages
  • Publishing Date: April 25, 2016
  • This work at

It tells the story of:

Adina is starting to adjust to being a succubus, though the new wings and outrageous measurements are still difficult to deal with. Even worse is the succubus hunger that drives her into the arms of random lovers. For the first time, though, there’s a glimmer of hope: Adina isn’t the only succubus who lives in town! Adina’s new friend seems friendly enough, though there is the slightly worrying issue of the bat wings, the red skin, and the horns at her temples…surely a sister wouldn’t lead Adina astray?

Adina finds that her powers as a succubus have one singular purpose and she’s not sure that she likes that very much. Finding a measure of control she tries to figure out her life and in that moment Chastity appears. Having a succubus sister helps, especially when Adina’s hunger is growing again. A lesson taught, some things learned and then Adina discovers that being a succubus means there are moments of joy and wonder as well.

In this work, Adina comes to learn some of her powers and abilities, which I thought made a lot of sense, but more so, she begins to move from being afraid, lost, and unable to cope towards entering herself and learning. It’s an important change and really it needed to be so as Adina continually losing control and then hating herself was starting to become a thin plot point.

I love her wings, I think her transformation ability fits well, there’s a certain rightness in what seems to be her real form. I’m not so sure that Adina going from a D-cup to an H-cup really works as a whole. While this makes sense in the context of the story, being that Adina has some ability to transform herself, her clothing, her wings and so on, I dearly would have liked to see her be more than her cleavage. For much of this part of the series, there is a lot of focus, from Adina and others, on that point which takes away from everything else.

There are two scenes of erotica in the work, one with Adina in a shower, the other at the end of the work which means a lot more and actually answers a lot of questions about her. But before getting to the latter part of the story, and Adina’s first real moment of joy, she meets Chastity.

Chasity appears to be what one expects a succubus to be, but she’s far more an interesting character than that. There’s a wonderful emotional connection and care about her that Adina finds attractive and so did I. But that leads to the singular problem in this work.

There are many points in which things are skimmed over. There’s a lot of detail, for example, that could have been focused on when Adina was learning something about being a succubus from Chastity, but it just is glossed over with a single sentence and that didn’t sit right. There was an opportunity to tell more of a story, to enter the world of the succubi in this universe and this just doesn’t happen.

The time spent at the beginning with Adina’s roommate, the discovery of some of Adina’s powers, the leading up to Chastity’s appearance told a lot about what Adina is going through, but again it’s glossed over at some points. Considering how much else is described and told, I wish the author had put as much into telling the story more than it was.

The promise in this series to this point has been in Adina herself. How she has coped with what’s happened and trying to understand. But there’s been nothing to help her along, she’s at the mercy of her own needs and hungers. While she succeeds at some points, a bit of time spent with Chastity telling her what’s going on before Adina’s hunger gets the better of her needed to be, but it wasn’t.

The work ends on a hopeful note, one that melds really nicely into Adina’s personality, her needs and desires. More so, how she is described simply works with who she is most of all. The ending leaves things in a good place with some hope for Adina’s future and that will be interesting to see happen.

Possibly the best of the series so far, from Adina’s character developing to the revelation of Chastity and what succubi are, at least somewhat, in this universe. Perhaps Adina’s curves are well over the top, but then all things considered, that seems to be how things were meant to be. And that’s the thing about this series so far. Everything seems to make sense and everything matters. Adina remains true to herself, it’s just that she has started to accept herself. Something she’s not been able to before.

Four out of five pitchforks.

The series will, it appears, conclude with the next work and I’m of two minds about that. I don’t expect the author will complete the work as a whole, there’s just so many questions left and there won’t be enough time to close things I think. I hope I’m wrong, I want more for Adina and I hope that comes. A good ending would be nice and I hope it is. The next work is called Adjustment, and I hope that the story continues in the way it has so far.



Apr 30 2016

A Trailer for the short film Succubus

I came across a trailer, a very short one, for a short film titled Succubus. There’s really no information about this film to speak of, and that’s a bit of a shame really. It looks like it could be interesting, but there’s really nothing to say what the film is about as a whole.

I have to assume that the couple in the beginning summon the succubus that appears towards the end, but beyond that I really have no idea… and I would like to. Perhaps the film will appear somewhere sometime and I’ll be able to see it…

But for now, here’s the trailer:


If you cannot see the trailer here on the Tale, please try this link:

There is one fairly good image of the Succubus, but I do not know the actress’ name or anything about her…

Succubus Short Film

Hopefully I’ll find out more over time about this, certainly I would like to add the work to the SuccuWiki at some point…

But most of all, I would like to know what the story here is…



Apr 29 2016

Silhouette – Tera’s 2016 Birthday Manip

And so the world turns, and this day arrives as it is want to do every year… On this birthday the thing that comes to my thoughts is that of those that I love, the lives we have… And so…

Silhouette by TeraS

Silhouette by TeraS

I cannot take credit for the story, for the words are that of my heart, and here are those words for which I am grateful this year more than words can really say…


She came home late in the night,
a crick in her neck, rubbing her horns, stretching her tail,
every bit of her succubish self tired,
used up, ready for nothing.

She came home to a dark house,
everything shadows, everything dark, nothing lit up,
every object two-dimensional and blank,
the same, but then there is . . .

She came upon a package,
all black, flat, and square, but a red bow, and so she pulled,
and the package fell away, showed a new shape,
still dark, but with a scent . . .

She came as she heard the notes,
saw with her fingers, caressed her Song, flat . . . black . . . on fire . . .
burning with need to touch, to taste, to consume,
to sex for all she’s worth . . .

Her lust, mind, body echoed,
alive with her Song, melting with Song—succubi consumed . . .
The clock struck twelve. “Happy birthday,” Song growled
as her red-tailed love came alive . . .
as, in shadows, alive, her love came . . .


To all of my family, to all those that I hold, love, hope for and more in every day always…

Thank you for the gift… always…