Nov 04 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 150

For this week’s Succubi, I am, with the permission of an artist that I hold near and dear to me, another in a series of his Succubus artworks…

The artist is, of course, Bruce Colero, who has been kind enough to allow me to share his art here on the Tale with you all…

And this work, called All Men Are Mine is most certainly a new favourite of mine for his Succubus art…

As with all of Bruce’s works, there is so much to love in this one that I hardly know where to start… So, instead of beginning with the Succubus, the focus of the work, I’m going to start with the little whips of fire and flames around her…

The first thing I thought when I saw them was that they represented the souls she has claimed from those she entrapped over time, but just before she consumes them for her own reasons…

Te ropes of fire around her could be something like the path the souls take towards their ultimate fate at her hands I think as well…

She has a lovely set of horns, not over the top and, I think, the right proportions to her body and form as well. Love her tail, my personal favourite of all tails as i have said many times…

Her expression of wanton temptation works really well here, the almost shadowing of her eyes helps so much to draw you to looking at them, and, of course, the hint of hellfire in them is the icing on the cake…

If you would like to see some of Bruce’s other Succubi works here on the Tale, you can find them here, and here and of course, I hope you will visit his site colero.ca and see all of the beauty he creates…

Love and thank you’s again to Bruce for sharing this with me and with the readers of the Tale…

Tera

Nov 03 2010

I can’t see the Succubus Fire in this Costume…

I thought that I had seen some odd or off looking costumes for Succubi… Some could be saved, some couldn’t, then were the ones that I couldn’t quite rap my brain around why they did what they did.

I think this one might qualify for the last of those…

I mean, what exactly is this supposed to be? I have the oddest feeling that someone confused a few different ideas and mashed them together into this creation…

But I disgress…

This costume is called the Red Devil Flame Costume, and consists of a red jumpsuit with yellow trim. It also has flame detail to the legs and collar. There is a rather small tail attachment as well. Finally there are a pair of red wings and a set of devil horns. The shoes are shown in the picture do not come with this outfit.

The horns are the standard soft glitter ones that come with a lot of these costumes, which I don’t particularly care for all that much.

The wings I can do without, they look rather flimsy and I don’t think they will survive all that long being worn at a party. The tail is too short and looks… well.. fat.

The orange flames don’t do a lot for me. I think they are a bit overdone and, really, why have something like that? Just seems too trashy and addition…

So, if I bought this, I would have to do a lot of changes to it. I kind of like the red jumpsuit a bit, but the trimming can be improved a lot I think.

For the record, this costume sells for around $75 US at various site on the net. But I can’t as i have said, say that I think this is a good idea…

Except, and this is a big except… If it was a cold evening?

It might be a good choice to stay warm…

Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch to wanting to actually have this in my costume collection I know, but still…

I’m giving this costume one pitchfork out of five.

I can’t give it more than that, but it’s not the worst thing I have ever seen either…

Remember last week’s?

I wish I didn’t.

Tera

Nov 02 2010

Temptations 84

The doors to one’s heart can be found when you listen hard enough… The path to a Succubi Queen’s Tail is not as simple, but is as worthwhile…

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Temptations 84

By TeraS and JHB

“No, of course not.  ‘Demonic’ and ‘angelic’ are human catagories, applied to certain creatures based, all too often, on appearances, and on perceptions of behaviors without knowing all of the facts.  It’s some of the worst kind of prejudice.  People assume behaviors based on the activities of one ‘demon’ or one ‘angel, or based, more likely, upon legend, upon history written by some biased winner long ago, and then applying that perception to generations of those who somehow l appear to be similar to whomever came first.”

He realized he was rattling on–an occupational hazard for a scholar. “I try very hard to judge each person I meet based on the behavior they display to me.”

She allowed him a smile as she replied, “Interesting… Then I ask of you a question… The Queen of the Succubi… Is she not evil incarnate? Should you not assume that all she is lies and evil and so on because that is what the past says their kind are and will always be?”

Her right hand musssed up her hair slightly as she continued, “After all… Someone like that should never be trusted…. Isn’t that right? Or is there a chance that they can decide that perhaps in their case grey is preferable to light or dark… Or both?”

She tapped her finger to her lips after removing it from her hair, “Or is that all fantasy and falsehoods to themselves in truth?”

“People who try to make things all fantasy and falsehoods, all black or white, are idiots,” he say to the lovely woman who has just tossled her hair, “and you are, clearly, no idiot.”

“Yes, there are those who would say the Queen of the Succubi is evil incarnate, but a lot of those folks have histories of which they should be justly ashamed.  They have more than a little evil in their backgrounds, as we all do, and we have the potential for great good, sometimes even beauty.  Why not this Queen of whom you speak?  I would be interested in meeting her, in learning more.”

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*smiles*

Perhaps so my heart… But like all of us, we have our insecurities…

Tera

Nov 01 2010

Storm Clouds 97 – 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...

Chapter 16 begins this week and we return to see what Tom and Camilla are up to…

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Storm Clouds 97

Chapter 14

By TeraS

After Camilla left, Tom spent the next thirty minutes grilling Bill over what he had done, what he was doing, and whether anyone in his company might have taken it upon themselves to attack Brent and his wife. He came to the conclusion that, while Bill wasn’t directly involved in what happened, Tom could not dismiss the possibility that someone who worked for Bill had done the deed … or that Bill was hiding something from him.

That bothered him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe what Bill had said; it was the sheer stupidity of Bill blowing up and going off on a tirade over the injustice that he perceived had been done to him.

Tom didn’t enjoy pushing his old friend that way. Worse was trying to break all of his explanations and reasons why he wasn’t responsible for what had happened. Most of the reasons made sense—most of them—but one exchange just about pushed Bill over the edge, and that worried him.

Tom sighed and paced in front of the offices again.  He was sure that the workers inside were looking at him oddly, but he didn’t care: Bill was not quite cleared; that one piece of evidence would damn him in court if it came to that.

Tom hoped that it wouldn’t.

It wasn’t much evidence, but it was enough that fingers could be pointed, witnesses found, and, in the end, Bill could be sent to jail for a long time. But when you are seen threatening someone with death, and promising to harm his family … that is too much to ignore.

Bill had explained that he was madder than hell. That something had snapped inside of him when Brent was nearby. “Something ’bout that guy rubs me the wrong way. He’s just so damn smug, knows all of the secrets, stuff that you don’t want out. I dunno how he does it, but he knows where to be and what to look for. Damn frustratin’. He’d be a great spy. Wonder if he is one.”

Tom continued to pace around for a while. He didn’t know where Camilla had gone; he assumed she would return to the office when she was done talking to Billy. He assumed that she would, at least. She seemed like a responsible woman, if a bit irritating. It hit him, then, why Bill would be driven crazy by Brent.

Tom wondered if that was part of those people’s nature.

He watched Bill’s staff run their errands in and out of the office, most of them ignoring his pacing as he waited for Camilla to return. In his mind, Tom was putting together the questions that needed to be put to Bill next. He was, after all, and by his own admission, someone Tom needed to grill for information.

Coming to the end of one of his walks down the corridor, he turned without looking and walked head-on into someone: a short, blonde, Asian someone. She stood in front of him, a pile of files and papers surrounding her scattered on the floor. For a moment, her dark brown eyes regarded him, and then a flush of embarrassment passed over her and she knelt to the floor, beginning to gather what she had dropped moments before.

Tom knelt with her: “I’m sorry, please, let me help you.”

She didn’t reply, save for a slight nod, her focus for the moment on the mess around her rather than Tom beside her.

After a few minutes, Tom handed her the last file and, as she finally looked at him again, said, “I’m Tom.”

The blush was still there as she replied, “Tenshi. Please forgive my clumsiness.”

“It was my fault; should have been paying attention instead of being a hazard to women.”

That made her smile just slightly, “I … thank you for the help.”

“You’re welcome. Have you been with Bill long?”

Clutching the files to her chest as she stood she managed, “A year now. Please excuse me. I must attend to my duties …”

She then rushed off again on whatever errand she was on, leaving Tom standing there alone again, pondering what she had said to him, and, more importantly, why she was so shook up over what had happened.

Camilla came into view soon after, her heels clicking on the concrete floor of the warehouse. Tom noticed that Billy wasn’t there, and he wasn’t too pleased about that. He had been intending to grill Billy next, thanks to his father’s admission, but would now have to hunt him down and corner him. Filing away the thoughts on his old friend, he called out to Camilla, “Where’s Billy? Have to talk to him.”

“No, you don’t. He’s not to blame for this: he nor his father.”

Tom rubbed his chin a moment, then said, “You got a feeling or something?”

She looked around, then nodded and explained, “Let’s just say that my … ‘feelings’ … are pretty accurate.”

Turning away, he replied, “You’ll have to explain that to me sometime. Soon would be great. You know, before I have to toss them both in jail.”

Camilla looked at him curiously, then followed behind. Tom seemed to be in a rush to get out of the warehouse, and she found herself running a bit to keep up with him. Then she asked, “Do you have something to charge them with?”

“Enough to charge Bill: making threats. He was foolish in front of a lot of people. That’s a big no-no in things like this.”

“Passions of the heart can make us all say silly things we don’t mean at the moment they are said.”

“Passions can and have killed in the past, you know.”

Camilla had finally caught up to him, and, as she walked beside, started to lecture Tom a bit, “Those are not passions. Those are misguided beliefs and desires that pull one away from what is important, pull one inward, toward oneself. It is easier to fall to darker desires and temptations than it is to hold onto the more important things within.”

“You know, I don’t understand all of that stuff. I’m just a simple man. I haven’t got the time to deal with theories and wishes. I deal with facts. Give me some of those and I’ll be able to deal with ‘em.”

“All right, then.  Fact: Bill said that he would never harm a lady. Fact: you agree that he would not either. Therefore, he cannot be the one to have done the deed nor order it done.”

“Okay; see, that’s not a fact.  That is conjecture.”

“Is it? I don’t think so. I have …”

“A feeling? You said that before. What does that mean?”

The pair exited the warehouse, but Camilla did not speak until she was quite sure that no one else would hear them talk.

“I … We … know people by their souls, Thomas. When I touched your hand, I knew that you were a good man. I also knew that you have a troubled past and that you have lost someone close to you.”

Tom’s look was a mix of shock and concern, but, before he could say anything, she continued:  “I did not look deeply into you. I did not look into your memories; I could have, but, because I respect you, and you did not give me permission, I did not. All I knew was that you cared about what happened to Patricia, for whatever reason you had, and so …”

“And so that was your lure to get me involved in this …”

“You did not have to.”

He stopped walking: “You know, I feel like I was pushed into this. That you and Tera conspired to get me involved and make me stay in it.”

“No. We did not. I gave you the card. I gave you the chance to walk away.  You decided that you needed to find out more and you came into our world. Do not confuse the sight of an open door with walking through it. You had the choice. You made it.”

Tom wanted to rant at her, but her logic was sound. He did poke his nose in, and he was deep in it now. With a sigh, he asked, “How much do you know about Bill and his son?”

“Enough to know that Bill has not killed anyone, ever. I can say the same for Billy, as well.”

“Okay, explain that … in simple words so that my mind doesn’t break.”

Camilla laced her hands together and explained, “If you are dark, or have been touched by the dark, if you have killed or done something that serves the dark and makes it gain power, you are marked, in your soul. If I touch someone like that, I’ll know. The same is true of someone who has been touched by the light, but it is different.”

“Weird. Sort of sounds like you are a divining rod.”

She giggled a bit and pointed at her forehead: “Divine I am not. Or at least I do not appear to be.”

Tom couldn’t help the smile, “Right. I forgot about that.’

“What most people are, generally, are shades of grey. That’s normal, and what we expect. But there are always exceptions to that rule. If either of them had killed, they would not be grey; they would be dark. I don’t sense that in either of them.”

“So, you give them a pass?”

“I give them more than a pass: there is nothing in them that even hints they are involved. But …”

“But what?”

“I asked Billy for a favor.”

That stopped Tom in his tracks. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he asked, “What kind of favor?”

“I can’t say.”

“Oh come on. He’s a suspect in spite of your feelings about him.  You can’t just go and trust someone because …”

“I can and I did. In the end I gave him some comfort and, in response to that, he agreed to do something for me. He will. He’s as honourable as his father.”

“Did you tell him anything more than what Bill knows?”

“No. We did talk about his mother a while. He misses her. He does not want to lose his father as well.”

Tom stared off into space for a time before ending the conversation with, “We don’t have the evidence to clear Bill. Right now, he’s the only suspect we’ve got.”

“Then we should find more.”

Tom smiled again, “Right. Look Camilla, I know that you … work … differently then we do. I get that. But you have to see that we have rules and laws here and I have to enforce them. That means that without a piece of paper, a videotape, a confession … hell, anything at all that points me away from Bill, I’m going to arrest him real soon.”

“You will be wrong then.”

“I’ll have to live with that.”

“You will not be able to. I can see that.”

“I know. But that’s part of the job. Sometimes, I think that I sold my soul for the job.”

With that confession, Tom whistled for a cab. It didn’t take long for one to pull up to the curb. He opened the door and let her go in first. As she did so, Camilla told him, with a serious tone in her voice, “You cannot sell that which is held by another, Thomas.”

He climbed into the cab, gave their destination and, as the taxi drove them away, Tom’s memories came back to haunt him again … as they always did.

As they departed, Billy watched from one of the windows in the upper floor of the warehouse. He liked Camilla, liked her a lot. After they had left, he stood there by the window, watching the traffic pass by, and thought about what Camilla had asked him to do. He didn’t know why exactly he had agreed to it, maybe it was just wanting to do something when, so far, there was nothing he could do for his father.

With a sigh he rummaged in his pockets until he found his phone, opened it, and made a call.

“It’s me. Yah. No, no they didn’t arrest Dad. I … trust them. Have to trust someone, don’t I? Anyway, I need somethin’ done … today.”

Billy turned away from the window and walked off into the gloom around him, doing what he hoped would help his father in the end …

Storm Clouds

Chapter 15

By TeraS

Jane awoke to hissing. For a moment she thought it was a snake or something similar; she startled and tried to move, but then heard a voice.

“No, don’t move. Just lay there a minute, whoever you are.”

It took another moment for her memories to come rushing back to her; then she recognized the voice. It was John, that guy that she had talked to before … before everything went black. From the sound of his voice, Jane assumed that she didn’t look like that girl who was on his mind when she first met him.

In the next moment, she tried to move her hands towards her face and the source of that hissing sound, which she now realized was an oxygen mask. A firm hand pushed her hands back down, and she opened her eyes to see John standing above her:  “Look. Just stay there and don’t move.”

He looked around for a moment and then, to Jane’s surprise, flicked one of her horns with a finger, the “thunk” of that echoing in her mind for a moment. Jane started to panic; if someone could see her horns … His next words to her didn’t help a lot, either.

“I know you’re not who you look like. I called Jenni. She’s at her office. You aren’t her. You look like her, but you aren’t her. Now, listen carefully to me: if you try to run, people will see you. Jenni is on her way down here right now. If someone sees you, there will be questions that you probably don’t want to answer. Besides, you have smoke inhalation, you’re weak, and you aren’t going to get very far. Now, nod if you understand me.”

Jane did so.

“Okay. You’re in the back seat of my car. You have an oxygen mask on, and you are under a blanket so no one can see you right now. Just stay there and I’ll get you out of here, all right?”

Another nod, then Jane closed her eyes again.

The next time she opened them, the oxygen mask was gone, but the blanket was still there, and she was still moving. Sitting up gingerly, she held her head in her hands while she managed a question: “Where am I?”

“Still in my car; I’m trying to decide what to do with you.”

Jane then looked up and found herself looking at … Jenni; with horns … green horns. The only thing she managed was a soft, “Damn” before she fell back into the seat with a thud.

“So tell me: What’s your name, anyway? You know mine already, so I’ll skip the introduction.”

“I’m Jane.”

“Jane … Jenni … I can see how I could be confused. No, wait, you were Jenni when we first met. Now, you are Jenni with horns.” He looked in the mirror at her, “So. Are they real? The horns, I mean. And is that what you look like or is it all makeup or something?”

Jane’s first instinct was to lie and tell him that was all it was. But then she recognized the problem with that lie: he’d ask to see the horns come off or the makeup be pulled away. Then another thing came to her: she had been out cold for a while. He could have checked and seen that it was all real. Lying to him would be a mistake.

So she said the only thing she could say at that moment: “You’d never believe me even if I tried to explain it to you.” Gaining a little bit of confidence, she added, “So. What are you going to do, then; police or something?”

John smiled thinly, replying with a flat, “Or something,” as he continued to drive, leaving them both with their own thoughts …

Jane’s were spinning around one thing:  it would be disastrous if beings like her, the ones that were thought of as being legends, were discovered to be quite real. Her next thought was that Tera was going to kill her … or, even worse, be disappointed in her, and that thought was much worse than the first one she’d found. But the one that she held onto was: how she could get out of this mess she found herself in?

She looked out the window of the car and watched the city passing by while not  saying anything else for the moment, in part because she wasn’t sure that John wouldn’t hurt her, but mainly because she needed to get focused again and try to make herself not look like Jenni any longer.

John’s thoughts, on the other hand, were slightly more focused. He wanted to know exactly what the hell was going on. The shock he felt when he touched those … horns? … on Jenni’s … no, Jane’s … head told him that something was seriously wrong here.  He didn’t believe in legends or tales of the beyond.  No, what he believed in was logic and proof. Thing was that here he had proof that there were–and he found this still impossible to believe–demons in his world. That still didn’t sit right with him.

Then he made a decision and turned the car to follow it. He needed a doctor:  someone to tell him if Jane really was what she seemed to be or if it was just a fluke or some cosmetic surgery or something like that.  He found himself liking that possibility, as that idea would fit into his world a hell of a lot better than the other one, which kept prodding him as being the truth.  Looking once more in the mirror, he said, “Better put your seatbelt on. You’re going to be there for a while.” John made a hard right and continued to drive, occasionally looking in the mirror at Jane.

Jane did so, not so much out of caution, but to try and lull him into a false sense of security. The pair didn’t say another word for the rest of the drive to each other. But Jane was curious about where they were going and what John was planning.

The place was obvious when he made a left and drove down a ramp into an underground garage. They dropped down four floors and then came to a stop in front of a garage door.

John pressed a button on an intercom and just said his name to it. The door rolled up, they entered, and Jane looked behind to see the door close again.

After parking in one of several spaces there, John helped Jane out of the car.

“Don’t try to run. You can’t get out, and there are cameras watching us. Just stay calm, all right?”

Jane didn’t feel calm, but she nodded her head in understanding when he took a hold of her arm and guided her away from the car.

Two sets of double doors, one short elevator ride, and Jane found herself in an examination room. After she was offered a chair there, John left the room and Jane heard the door lock behind him as he left.

Jane tried to figure out a way to escape before he came back, but there were no windows, no exits but the one they had come through. She tried to teleport from the room … but nothing happened.

With a sigh she walked over to a small mirror that hung on one wall and looked herself over. The horns she recognized as her own, but everything else wasn’t her. She found herself missing the familiar eyes, face, and body that she had known for centuries … and wondering if she would ever see them again.

John hadn’t returned and she found herself trying to figure out what trap she had sprung back in that house. It was a magic trap, obviously, a powerful one if it had locked her into this form and taken away her powers …

She couldn’t change her appearance, couldn’t teleport, couldn’t cast a spell or use her powers of seduction … or could she? Running a finger over her lips, she considered whether or not she should try to seduce John, try to confuse him long enough to make her escape. It seemed like an option.

Then the door opened and John walked in with someone else …

“Well there she is, Doc. What do you think?”

Jane turned to see him standing there with another man, who was obviously “Doc.” This older man with thick glasses and a gruff voice answered, “Well, she’s alive, John; something I don’t see a lot of anymore.” Then he walked over to her, looked her over for a minute, and then said, “So, you want to tell us who you are and why you look like someone he knows? Oh, and, if you want, tell us how it is that you have horns on your head?”

Jane shrugged, “He knows my name.”

Doc nodded, “Right. Jane. You have a last name?”

She shrugged again, “Call me Jane Doe.” She paused and then, remembering the description of the person that Camilla had met when claiming Patricia, bit her lip. For a moment, she considered thanking him for looking after her sister, but decided that would be too much information to give them. Then she said, “You’ve seen enough of us, haven’t you?”

Doc pulled back a bit from that comment and softened his approach slightly, “Look, just because I work in a morgue doesn’t mean that I’m not a doctor, okay?”

She rubbed her hands together a moment and then said, “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

Doc then turned around and pushed John out the door. Then he tossed a gown to her. “Get dressed in that. I’ll have a nurse in here to examine you in a few minutes.”

Jane watched him leave, the door close, and heard it lock again, and then she smiled.

Outside the room, Doc and John waited patiently for a nurse to arrive to actually perform the physical. Regulations were that such things had to be done by a woman–for various legal reasons nether of them cared to try to figure out. It was a lot less stress to just do it and avoid the investigations, should they come.

The sound of footsteps on tile made them both look to see a redhead in a nurse’s uniform come around the corner. Doc nodded at her, “Good day Patti. Sorry to keep you here at work, but I need you to do something for me.”

She gave a nod, “Sure, Doc. What’s going on?”

He pointed a finger in the direction of the room that Jane was in, “Do a physical on the woman in there, please. Her name’s Jane Doe.”

She looked at Doc oddly, but nodded and walked away from the pair, who turned to the other side of the corridor and entered Doc’s office. Doc opened a drawer of one of the filing cabinets and pulled out a bottle of whisky. When he offered it to John, the reply was a shake of his head.

Doc, nonetheless, opened the bottle and poured some into a coffee cup, “So, you got a mystery, don’t you? She tell you anything yet? I mean, other than a name that can’t possibly be her name?”

“Nothing much. I mean, she looks like Jenny, but it’s not her. I know that for certain, because Jenny is at headquarters. Otherwise, I don’t have a damn clue what is going on here, Doc.”

There were two quick knocks, and Doc didn’t even look up as a muffled voice came through the door, “All ready for you, Doctor; report is in your inbox, the door is locked, and she’s safe there. If you don’t need me, I’m running late and want to take off.”

Doc called out, “Go home, Patti. Thanks.”

They both heard the sound of her walking away. Doc finished his drink, and then the two of them left the office, Doc grabbing the report as he lead the way. Opening the folder he mumbled to himself about height, weight, and other various things. Then John asked, “What about the horns?”

Doc stopped in mid stride, “There’s nothing here about horns.” He looked at the edge of the folder, cursed, and ran down the hallway.

They opened the door to the examining room to find Jane lying on the table, a sheet over her body, face turned towards the wall. Doc walked over and touched her on the shoulder. She rolled back towards them …

… and it wasn’t Jane.

It was Patti, a blissed out expression on her face as she sighed, softly…

Doc took hold of her shoulders, shook her and yelled, “What happened, Patti?”

What happened was Jane.

As Doc and John realized that she was gone, Jane was exiting the building wearing Patti’s nursing uniform. Quickly walking to the curb she hailed a cab and drove away, a satisfied smile on her lips as she recalled what had happened with the nurse moments before…

Storm Clouds

Chapter 16

By TeraS

The taxi carrying Tom and Camilla pulled up to a small newspaper stand that was on the corner of Broadway and Lakeshore Boulevard. From the outside it didn’t look remarkable in any real way. The sides of it were old sheets of plywood nailed together ages ago, hooks and shelves holding various magazines and newspapers attempting to get the attention of the passerby’s to have a look and see what they offered. The pair got out of the cab and it left leaving them looking at the person that was running the stand.

A frail looking man sat on a milk crate there surrounded by his wares, a pair of dark glasses over his eyes and a white cane in his right hand, a working man’s pair of jeans and a sweater keeping him warm in the breeze around the place. Camilla asked Tom, “This is a suspect?”

Tom nodded, “Sort of.” and just walked over to the stand. Without saying a word he reached out a hand towards one of the more adult magazines that sat on a shelf just behind the owner of the stand. His fingers were about to touch the pages when a gruff voice asked, “Listen buddy, you pay and then you play with yourself. Not the other way around.”

Tom chuckled, “Not my style Charlie. So where’s your wife?”

“Well, I’ll be darned, the fuzz himself. You haven’t been around here in years cop.”

“You’ve managed to keep your nose clean, so I haven’t had a reason to bust you. Now your wife on the other hand, what has she been up to? Anything that I should know about?”

Charlie pointed a thumb to the building behind him, “Not my business and you know it. She’s got her thing, I got mine. If you want to know, go ask her. And leave the magazine here or pay for it.”

Tom dug into a pocket, pulled out a twenty and put it into Charlie’s hand, “Still don’t know why you stay with her.”

“Love makes you do stupid things kid. Now git, you standing here is messing with my business.”

Tom tucked the magazine under an arm and then motioned to Camilla to follow him. They approached a tall glass and steel skyscraper with a nameplate above the main doors that read TFX Incorporated. Camilla didn’t say anything to Tom until they were in the elevator and then the questions started…

“What’s going on Tom?”

“Welcome to TFX Incorporated, the countries biggest purveyor of porn magazines, videos and toys of all descriptions, with a side business of laundering money for the mob, at least in the past they did. I haven’t heard anything illegal about them for about three years now, they got their fingers burned back then, the CEO paid a huge fine and then was pushed out of the company in favour of his wife.”

“Who is that?”

“You just met him. Charlie Drake. Took a lot out of the guy and he cut himself loose from the company to keep out of jail. Plea bargains and so on.”

“Is he really blind?”

“Nope. I’m sure he was trying to look up your skirt while we were talking. He’s not a bad guy really, circumstances took him down this road and so, now, the place is run by his wife.” Tom looked at his watch, “About now she’ll know were coming up to see her.”

“What’s she like?”

The answer was Tom handing Camilla the magazine and the words, “That’s her on the cover. She’s got a exhibitionist streak in her a mile wide.”

Camilla looked at the cover in amazement. On the cover was a platinum blonde barbie doll of a woman that looked as if she had been dipped in black liquid latex and then allowed to dry. For a moment she tried to remember if any of her Sisters looked like this, but drew a blank. Then she realized that not even a pink tail would be that over the top in her appearance for whatever reason there was.

They did after all have a reputation.

Then there was the sound of a bell and the doors opened to reveal the lobby of the company. To one side a young blonde girl in pigtails sat at a clear plastic desk that revealed she was wearing a schoolgirl’s outfit, if over sexualized, and was chewing bubblegum to complete the look. To the other side of the space stood eleven men in three piece suits holding briefcases and cellphones, their eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. And in the middle of the room, only a few short steps away the woman from the magazine stood.

She had traded in her black latex come fuck me look for her hair in a bun, a red woman’s business suit, if well open at the front to display her chest quite clearly, and a miniskirt that stopped only a finger’s width below outrageous paired with cruel looking red heels.

Tom looked over his shoulder at Camilla, “Say hello to Ginger.”

Camilla couldn’t help the words that came out as the elevator doors closed behind them, “If that’s Ginger, I don’t want to meet Mary Ann thank you.”

Oct 31 2010

The Story of the Succubus Halloween Story Book

It’s Halloween once more and the Queen of the Succubi has managed to complete a story and a manip for this year’s offerings to the readers of the Tale, the Garden and of course the Hypnopics Collective…

It’s called The Succubus Halloween Book

You can of course click on the image to see the larger version, but for those that only care about the story…

Here it is, I hope, to entertain you…

Once a year, the barriers between the worlds become thin and, when they do, sometimes, something makes it way through and within.

A book in red bindings materialized one day, the markings upon it announcing that it was cursed in some way.  Some knew the signs for what they were, and passed it by, the lessons within unlearned.  But the book was patient. Someday it’s powers would be heard. It was patient, and awaited its turn.

Then one day, a Bimbo stumbled by, her thoughts—as we might expect—on everything but what she shouldn’t be captured by. Blond she was, in pink from head to toe, her body and mind both stereotypically so.

She came upon it there in the woods, the red calling to her to have a small look. Picked it up, the silly girl did, and opened the pages to read what was there in that book.  Her mind was entrapped, she could not stop; the book made certain that her curiosity trapped all of her thoughts. Pages turned, one by one, and the book turned her from who she once was, for that was the book’s purpose and it was after all an important one.

Her looks went from Bimbo to Mistress one by one.

Her hair turned raven from blonde, the colour darkening by page twenty-three.

The pink dress vanished next, you see, that was page forty and one.

By ninety-four, the black dress in latex appeared.

By one hundred, her stockings and armlets were made clear.

The shoes held her by one-twenty-one, shaping her walk and her stature and making her, just a little bit, to cum.

When the sixty-ninth chapter began, the horns appeared and set her path. The tail drew up and almost seemed to laugh.

The book finished with her finally, a Succubus created where there was nothing like her once before. The book wasn’t finished, but only started making her learn.

Now she looks at you with a smile, her thoughts not as they once were. Oh she still thinks of pussies and cock and sex, but there is more than that now for her.  Now her thoughts are of ensnaring your will, your place at her feet, mewling and begging . . . oh yes, you most certainly will.

Your thoughts grow dim as your mind now fades away

You fall to your knees as her laughter echoes around you again and again.

The last thing you see as your mind goes away, is the book she holds, barring your way.  You hear it tell you that you must submit, give in, give up, and you realize that is your wish today.

The story does not end here–it never does–for now you are both simply the book’s chapters seventy and seventy-one . . .

I’d like to thank James as always for his editing help with my scattered words… The Poet Laureate of the Realm is, as always, wonderful…

*huggles*

Happy Halloween to all!

Tera

Oct 30 2010

A Wonderful Warcraft Succubus Cosplayer…

I came across an amazing piece of YouTube video this week that shows the work of a Cosplayer in creating the look of a Warcraft Succubus that, really, is one of the best that I have ever seen…

And, as always, in case the embedding doesn’t work:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wcIM4fAnkUQ

I took one quick still from the video, just to have something to comment on:

It’s hard to show just how much effort went into this costume from this still image alone, but, really there are quite literally months of effort placed into this, and it’s just beautiful…

Lovely horns, really amazing wings and I am rather amazed by the way she has made what looks like hooves, but are a pair of highish heels with wrappings around them to simulate the hooves that Warcraft Succubi have in the game…

The clothing is quite accurate from what can be seen in the video and I am rather taken by the wig she is wearing which is an almost exact style and colour match for the Succubi in the game.

The cosplayer is named Ayane Shiranui, and she does quite a lot of cosplaying. In fact she has her own site at: ayanecosplayfan.net on which she has many examples of her work that you can enjoy…

Succubi, vampires, anime and so much more and everyone of them is truly an example of cosplay art I think…

Tera

Oct 29 2010

Some food on Lost Girl isn’t fit for a Succubus…

I think that this week’s episode was the first one that I actually considered not watching to the end for the ick factor in it.

Episode six of the Lost Girl TV series was this week. Honestly I didn’t like it much, probably will never watch it again, but, if this is the low point of the series, I’ll deal with that.

As usual, I will be posting thoughts every Friday of the week after an episode of Lost Girl is shown. I will be adding the individual episodes to the SuccuWiki somewhat sooner than that, but won’t be adding my commentary to the articles….

Bo finds out that, occasionally, you find that someone gives you…

Food For Thought

The episode begins in Bo and Kenzi’s apartment with Bo trying to figure out what she is going to be wearing. That matters because Lauren is going to be taking Bo out into the world to see how Bo is managing with her ability to control her need to feed on others. Kenzi needles Bo repeatedly, noting that she thinks that Bo has a thing for Lauren, which Bo tries to refute.

The scene then switches to a kitchen somewhere else and we see a woman cutting meat and other items, placing them into a pot. She then goes into the fridge and takes a human foot out of it, and then places it into the pot. We then see this woman in bed asleep, when she suddenly awakes screaming and the opening credits roll…

We return to find Lauren and Bo in a human bar having drinks and discussing Bo’s succubus powers. Bo tells Lauren that she can sense many different things about the people around her. She can read the sexual energy in others, by looking at energy flows between and within them. She describes it as the hotter the energy the higher the arousal. In one case, Bp is able to see that, in one couple, the girl highly aroused, but the guy she is with is average. After playing that game with one other couple, Lauren asks where her arousal is. Bo replies that she knows that Lauren is curious, but that it might not be all scientific. An awkward moment passes between the two and then the pair move to a couch in another room of the bar. There, Lauren tries to allow Bo to feed on her, they touch hands and there is a moment of energy passing between the two. Bo says that she is hungry and almost kisses Lauren, but she breaks contact at the last moment.

The scene shifts to the following day and we find Bo and Kenzi at Lauren’s office waiting for her to arrive. Lauren arrives eventually, but says that there is an emergency and she can’t see Bo at that moment. Bo and Kenzi, with Lauren’s agreement, follow her to a house call.

That turns out to be the woman we saw at the beginning of the episode cooking a foot. Her name is Helema (Lynne Griffen), and she is what is called an Aswang. We find out that this kind of Fae are carrion-eaters who live off human corpses. It turns out that something is making her very sick. That can be seen from the blood pouring from Helema’s eyes and the amount of discomfort she is in. While that is being discovered, Kenzi finds the soup that was being made, and, has a bowl of it.

Bo returns to Kenzi, sees what she is eating and tells Kenzi what it was. Kenzi becomes very distraught, trying to get the taste of it out of her senses. Lauren comes into the room and tells Bo that they need to find out where that foot came from in order to figure out how to help Helema before it is too late.

We switch to Trick (Rick Howland) at the Fae Bar where he is having a discussion with another Fae named Arval (Julian Richings). He is a trader and seeker of items, and he has brought Trick something he needs for making a dish called Colcannon. It is what Trick calls the secret ingredient. The pair discuss what Trick will trade for the ingredient. Initially a trade for a chain called the fetter Gleipnir, that held a Fenris Wolf, which Trick has in his possession is suggested. The item is shown, but not traded. It is described as a chain made by dwarves and apparently stronger than any chain. In the end, a deal is apparently made for another item.

Bo and Kenzi’s investigation brings them to a funeral home where they discover that it is the source of food for many Fae that digest dead things. They obtain the information on the owner of the foot, from one of the owners of the home, named Marian (Karen Glave), finding out that it was the victim of a hit-and-run accident. Moreover, they find out that the body was specifically marked for an Aswang’s use as there seemed to be something odd about it and, apparently, Awang can eat anything.

Using that information, Bo and Kenzi go to the dead man’s home, finding it ransacked. They are attacked by a burglar who escapes the pair after attacking them. But, in the aftermath of the fight, Kenzi’s eyes are bleeding.

Bo takes Kenzi to Lauren where she discovers that Lauren has made no progress in finding out what is causing Helema’s sickness. Kenzi attempts to leave, but is restrained in the end, while Bo leaves to find Dyson in order to find out more about the dead man.

Dyson finds out that the dead man couldn’t hold a job but suddenly received regular payments a short time before he died. The company providing the money however is a front and that trail seems to go cold. Dyson asks about the burglar and Bo remembers a tattoo she saw. That clue tells Dyson that a biker gang is involved and they leave for the biker’s clubhouse. Arriving there, Bo finds the man she is looking for and, after some convincing including some literal arm twisting, finds out that the goon was hired by a company called Berrett Chemicals.

Dyson and Bo return to Lauren’s lab where Bo attempts to get Lauren to help her look into the company from the inside. While that goes on, Dyson sits with Kenzi trying to comfort her and take her mind off what is going on. Soon after a plan is hatched where Bo will use her powers of persuasion to get inside, while Dyson finds a way for Lauren to get in as well.

We next see Bo in the company seducing the chief of operations at the company, who it turns out, is a bit of a ladies’ man. Bo easily gets hired by him and starts snooping around the place. Dyson in the meantime arrests a woman named Dr. Christina Hanson (Laura DeCarteret), giving her identification to Lauren in order for her to get inside the building where Bo is.

A short scene with Kenzi reveals that Lauren’s people were unable to save Helema, which Kenzi sees happening before she is knocked out by one of Lauren’s assistants. Next is a very short scene with Lauren and Bo meeting up and coming to the decision that they will need to get into a restricted area later that day to find out what is going on. We return to Kenzi once again, she taunts Lauren’s assistant, distracting him long enough for her to threaten his life and making her escape. Following that, we see a fast series of moments which show Lauren preparing for her role in getting into the restricted area, Dyson discovering that Kenzi has escaped, and Bo tempting and controlling the head of operations. Dyson finds Kenzi in a cemetery and comforts her as best he can, eventually promising Kenzi that he would take her somewhere safe to stay. She agrees and in doing so, seems to come to trust him more than she has in the past. Lauren escapes from a pair of security guards in another quick scene and then we return to Kenzi and Dyson.

They have gone to the Fae Bar and to the protection of Trick, which appears to be the safe place that Dyson suggested and Kenzi seems to be comfortable with. An interesting comment is made between Dyson and Trick that Dyson doesn’t always do what the Ash orders. Trick notes that the Ash isn’t supposed to know that. Dyson asks if Trick can do anything. Trick says he can buy Kenzi some time, but the rest is up to Bo and Lauren.

We return to Bo, who takes out a guard protecting the restricted area. She does so by feeding on the guard, but does not kill him. She is, however, seen by another guard and is trapped. That is until Lauren appears and takes out that guard. Lauren congratulates Bo on her control in feeding and then the pair enters the restricted area.

Meanwhile, Trick meets with Arval again, Trick had asked for something from him in order to help Kenzi. It turns out that this item was rare enough that Arval had to trade his last Phoenix skin, a rare tusk and a first edition of a book that is never named. The item that Trick wants turns out to be a horn of some kind which we find out later is called an Abethorne, but is never explained to why it is so rare and expensive. Trick trades the Gleipnir to Ariel for the horn and one future trade. Arval agrees to this in amazement as Trick leaves with the horn to attend to Kenzi.

Kenzi in the meantime awakes and looks around the room she is in to find a closed pouch with various items in it. Trick tells her not to touch them. When asked what they are, Trick replies that they are things he no longer uses. Trick then has Kenzi drink a tea he made with the use of the horn he traded for. Kenzi and Trick have some time together in which Trick reveals a bit more about himself, that he has had experience in healing and tending to others. Kenzi seems to be grateful for his help and tells him so as Dyson arrives in the room.

Bo and Lauren break into the restricted area to find that the space is mostly empty save for a large tank filled with a green liquid and something moving within. That something turns out to be a Basilisk. Lauren explains that this creature is an extremely rare underFae that has a deadly toxic skin.

Dyson has a talk with Kenzi as this goes on, the pair coming to an understanding between them. Kenzi tells Dyson that she sees things because people look at Bo and not her. She tells him that she can see that he is helping her in spite of the pain and damage he takes. She demands the promise from him that when she is gone, he will watch Bo’s back. Dyson tries to avoid that promise, but the expressions from him prove that he will do what Kenzi asks.

Lauren with the help of Bo manages to get a sample from the creature and then before leaving, shut off the life support to the creature killing it as it is too dangerous  to leave in the hands of the people that have it. The pair rush out of the lab and escape as alarms sound in response to what they have done.

Lauren and Bo return to Kenzi with the cure and start administering it to her. At first it seems not to be working, much to the chagrin of Trick in particular. Eventually the cure does work, Kenzi begins to respond to the cure, but Lauren notes that it will still take some time for her to recover properly. As Lauren leaves, Bo thanks her, the pair share a moment of understanding between them and then Lauren leaves the scene.

The episode ends with Kenzi having a burger, fries and a milkshake with Trick’s blessings, Bo and Dyson spend some time talking about how Bo has gotten some good points with The Ash for what she did. She also tells Dyson that she has better control over her feeding and can manage to control it better than before. She mentions that she can probably have sex with humans again, but Dyson seems none too happy about that idea. He is even more unhappy when Bo suggests that she might see other people and then walks away from her. The last image we see is Trick watching over Kenzi and Bo in the background looking at them both.

Fade to black…

I’m going to be blunt. I really didn’t enjoy a lot of this episode. There was a bit too much ick in it for me with the, for lack of a better description, cannibalism  by the Aswang.

What did I like? Kenzi. There was a great deal to like about what happened to her emotionally and characterwise in her development. She has become a focal point in the story I think which is a good thing as it opens a lot of possible stories to explore through her. However, we don’t need every other episode to be “how do we save Kenzi this week?”

Lauren was at some points interesting, but, I regret to say that she is still being played a bit too stiff and formal for my liking. It would be, I think, a good idea to have a relationship move forward between her and Bo if for no other reason than to give Dyson a kick in the rear to do something about how he feels about Bo.

Speaking of Bo, I thought that the description of her powers in reading others was well done and taught us a good deal about how Succubi function in this universe. That in itself made this episode for me, without it I would have rated it far lower.

Trick, he is a mystery still, but I have the oddest feeling that he is in fact the mythical being known as Puck, you can find out about that myth in Wikipedia easily enough. But besides that, Trick became far more interesting to me this episode that he has really been in the past. The items he has around him speak volumes and open intriguing storylines..

Like Dyson. We know he can transform into a wolf, but it was unclear what he was exactly. Seeing that Trick had Gleipnir, it’s a good possibility that Dyson is in fact a Fenris wolf, a creature of Norse mythology? It would explain quite a lot about him and would give a reason why Trick seems to have some power over him. Setting that aside, Dyson showed why he is the tragic hero of this series, unable to do what he wishes for the role he is forced to play. But this is getting a bit old and I wish that the series will settle his relationship with Bo sooner rather than later.

One of the big questions that is never answered is why the Basilisk was held by that lab and what they were using it for. That’s a question that I think might come back to haunt the Fae in the future. At least I hope so, it would be a shame to leave that plot point unsolved really…

I was hoping for more than this episode gave. I think that with less of the ick and more of the character development I would have rated it higher, but I just couldn’t do that for all of the moments when I thought to myself, why are they doing this?

My rating of Food For Thought

Keeping my interest – 3 Pitchforks

Portrayal of a Succubus – 5 Pitchforks

Overall look and feel – 2 Pitchforks

Storyline – 2 Pitchforks

Main Characters – 4 Pitchforks

Mythos – 4 Pitchforks

Overall Rating – 3.4 Pitchforks out of 5

The lowest rating of all of the episodes so far. I blame that on the overwhelming, at least to me, ick factor in the entire storyline. The highlight was Bo telling and showing things about her Succubus nature that, really, did add a tremendous amount of information to her mythos. That saved this story a lot. Otherwise it just seemed like a horror story for the sake of a few gross out moments without actually helping the Bo story to move forwards. I still think that, since we have a limited amount of story time to share, put a good deal of Bo’s background or search for that in the show. Going off into worlds that add nothing to the story is, regrettably, disappointing.

This Sunday, Episode Seven: When con artist Kenzi runs a “Shaman” scam, and does a spiritual cleanse of a human house where a bloody murder-suicide took place, she inadvertently brings home a vicious Fae spider whose venom turns people psychotic.

Okay… So we are going to have “nutty” Kenzi after we just got through with “dying” Kenzi… I’m not hopeful. And, moreover, this is the Halloween episode? Seriously?

Tera

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