Oct 08 2010

What’s the favourite Succubus position in Lost Girl?

Enquiring minds want to know…

Episode four of the Lost Girl tv series was this week. So many questions this week… Mostly around what is the favourite sexual position of our dear Succubus Lost Girl Bo in a three-way anyway?

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….

As a note, there is no new episode this coming Sunday, Showcase is running a catchup with the series night for Thanksgiving…

The story continues…

Faetal Attraction

The episode begins with Bo and Kenzi running away from a house as Dyson pulls up in a car. Moments later there is an explosion, which destroys it, showering the three of them with what looks like blackened human skulls. Dyson asks what happened and the answer from Bo is that some people can’t handle rejection.

Then we suddenly shift to seeing Bo and Kenzi in their apartment. Bo is asleep and Kenzi is eating a popsicle. Kenzi then teases and pokes at Bo for a while. Using the popsicle several different ways, including into Bo’s ear, she gets Bo to admit that she’s suffering because Dyson rejected her. And it’s the first time that Bo has been rejected by anyone. Kenzi finally gets Bo up and we go to the opening credits.

We return to see Dyson in his office dealing with a criminal, and not too well as he manages to dislocate that person’s shoulder. It’s obvious that he is distracted by something, even Hale can see that, and storms out.

Next we find Kenzie and Bo in the middle of nowhere, Bo taking out her frustrations on a wrecked car by making it more wrecked than it was. While that helps Bo’s mood a little bit, they decide that the best thing is to go to the Fae bar and get good and drunk there together. They go there, find Trick and he starts to worry about a drunk Succubus being at the bar.

We jump back to Dyson again, he gets a tongue lashing from his boss about the injury to his prisoner, after that, Hale gets Dyson to admit that he is overwhelmed by having to work for the police, for the Far and keep an eye on Bo as well. The pair head out for a drink.

Back at the Far bar, Bo is getting slightly drunk, Kenzi a bit more than that, when the human doctor Lauren appears. She tells Bo that she wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of a drunken Succubus booty call. She leaves, tells Kenzi to watch Bo, and Kenzi comes to the opinion that the doctor has a thing for Bo.

Moments later, a man walks up and asks Bo to join him and his wife for a drink. We never find out exactly what kind of Fae Samir is, however, his wife, Olivia we quickly learn is a Harpy. Initially she refused, but after Dyson appears, Bo joins the couple and a short time later the three of them, Kenzi in tow, leave the bar.

Then we find the threesome in Bo’s bedroom and, for the first time, we get a fair idea that sex between a Succubus and other Faes can be rather interesting. Kenzi finds out as well, she’s on the floor below and is covered by plaster being knocked off the ceiling along with screams of passion, which go on for quite some time making Kenzi open a bottle and down it as quickly as possible.

The following morning, Bo’s bedroom is a mess, she has breakfast with Kenzi, but then has a visit form Olivia. Olivia admits that Bo took so much out of her that she couldn’t walk to her car well and then comes to the reason why she is there. She wants to hire Bo to kill a human named Jenny. Bo refuses the job, Olivia leaves saying she will do it herself, and in the wake of that, Bo and Kenzi decide that they have to protect Jenny.

We switch to Jenny at home and she is attacked by Olivia, Bo manages to defeat her at least temporarily. The pair of them run out leaving Olivia behind.

Back to Dyson, we find him at his office. Hale confronts him about not seeing the police psychiatrist, noting that not seeing them just confirms that he is off somehow.

Meanwhile, Bo and Kenzi get some information out of Jenny, and the Bo leaves to talk to Samir. At the same time, Dyson is finally in the psychiatrist’s office and gets into a sparring match with her. She tries to get behind his walls and he pokes holes in her world as well.

Bo arrives at the home of Olivia and Samir to find Olivia going insane, attacking Bo and running out of the house. Bo then discovers Samir in the living room with his head cut off. She then returns to Kenzi and Jenny, telling them that Samir is dead. In order to calm Jenny, she uses her Succubus powers for a short time, trying to help her. She does calm down and seems to be better. Dyson and Hale arrive at the murder scene, Dyson realizes that Bo was there, and they begin to piece together what happened.

The detectives mention the fact that Harpies have Sisters and go there in hopes of finding Olivia. They do find her there and Hale, for the first time, is confirmed to be a Siren. He uses his powers to control Olivia, get her out of the house and into their police car, leaving Olivia’s sisters behind.

At the apartment, Bo finds that Jenny seems to be infatuated with her, freaking Bo out slightly. A call from Dyson summons Bo to Lauren’s office to find Olivia strapped to a table, thrashing out wildly. By the time this scene ends, The Ash has warned Bo that she is being watched, Dyson grills her for information, and, in the end, Olivia dies out of grief from losing her husband, but, before she dies, she claims that she did not kill him.

Kenzi remains in the apartment with Jenny, trying to learn something more from her and becoming more certain that Jenny is hiding something. Eventually, she gains access to a bag that Jenny took from her home, opens it, and finds severed heads in it. Before she can do anything, Jenny knocks her out and is shown to be totally mad.

Bo returns to the apartment, finds Kenzi and Jenny gone, a note from Jenny and the severed head of Samir in her room while taking to Dyson on her phone. The pair of them put the pieces together finally that Jenny is the killer. Bo rushes off to try and save Kenzi from a similar fate.

Kenzi awakes to Jenny ranting and acting very crazy. Jenny explained that everyone she has loved eventually leaves her. And then she opens a cabinet to reveal a series of skulls within it. The victims that she has killed over the years. Bo arrives and tries to control Jenny by making her believe that she is in love with her, but to Bo’s shock, Jenny reveals that she has made explosives and is going to use it to make the two of them be together forever.

Then, before Bo can stop that, Olivia’s sisters arrive and attack both Bo and Jenny. The fight continues for some time, eventually Kenzi gets loose and helps Bo to defeat the two sisters. Jenny, injured in the fighting, crawls towards the detonator  as Bo and Kenzi attempt to escape.

We then return to the scene at the beginning of the episode, explosions, skulls flying through the air and all.

The episode then concludes with Bo and Kenzie back at the Fae bar, talking about their relationship. Dyson arrives to tell Bo that he covered for her with the Fae and that the Jenny case scored him points with the police. Trick confronts Kenzi about a missing 300 year bottle of mead, which gets her in trouble with him.

Bo and Dyson talk about their relationship, which they come to define as being “friends with benefits.” Their talk ends with Bo asking Dyson if he wants to get friendly at her place or his.

The episode ends with Dyson back in the psychiatrist’s office and he admitting that there is this woman in his life…

Fade to black…

The highlights of this episode to me were the sex scene at the beginning first. Honestly how can you not laugh at a Succubus suggesting the need for a safe word and then having sex wild enough to shake plaster from the ceiling? The expression on Kenzi’s face was priceless as well and just was the icing on the cake for that moment in the episode.

Bo actually wasn’t in leather for a time this episode. She looked so much better in that black dress. All she needs is to lose the ponytail that keeps popping up and have a nicer hair style…

I can recommend putting curls into her hair. Seriously. It would just be right with her looks…

Kenzi’s wake up call at the beginning of the episode showed just not that she is a friend of Bo’s but really so much more than that. I really think that relationship will come to be a critical point in Bo’s development. She has already been her consciousness on several occasions where Bo lost control. I have the oddest feeling that should Bo be, as I think she is, a Succubus Queen, that Kenzi will make the decision to do good or evil for her, or rather, guide her to it.

Dyson’s conflict within himself was done extremely well. The hurt in his eyes over what Bo did in the Fae bar, the moments when he seemed to be on the edge of losing control, and then, at the end, having Bo with him again just put all of the pieces together so nicely…

The Harpies were interesting, they did show some of the mythical traits of these beings, but not many of them. I’m thankful that they weren’t portrayed  in their classical forms, it would never have looked good on screen I think. There is a question in my mind though. It’s quite possible that instead of being Harpies, they could have instead been Sirens, which would have made for an interesting moment between Olivia’s sisters and Hale, a male Siren…

I am disappointed that we never learned what kind of Fae Samir was. It wasn’t clear by any means in the episode, and there was no example of any kind of power being used by him as far as I could see. I think that is going to be the one thing in this episode that will forever bug me.

The car smashing scene I thought was a bit of a waste of time, and, in my thoughts, using up time on something that really didn’t add to the show, it’s myths, or anything else is a waste. There is only so much time we are given. Use it to move the story forwards and I think that will make the show better.

I didn’t like the flashforward, flashback of the opening of the episode. It was jarring and didn’t seem to be really giving a lot to the episode. I expected the scene to move into telling us what happened before, but not what seemed to be two or three days. Compared to the other three episodes, this seemed to be the one weakness in it. Let’s not do that again okay?

The Ash appeared again, we got just a little hint of some of the behind the scenes of what the leaders of the Fae are doing, but it’s not nearly enough. Getting a little tease that something is coming from them towards Bo is just that. A tease. He gave the scene some good tension, but Olivia’s thrashing around and clues were more important. I do look forwards to The Morrigan returning and confronting Bo in the next few episodes I hope. There needs to be more of the long term plot arc and less of the mystery of the week please.

We have so much to learn about the Fae and their world. Let’s see more of that. It can only make the show so much better….

Overall, I have to say that I liked this episode the most so far and it gives me a great deal of hope that the campiness is gone and the series can grow in ways we haven’t seen yet or expect.

My rating of Faetal Attraction

Keeping my interest – 4 Pitchforks

Portrayal of a Succubus – 4.5 Pitchforks

Overall look and feel – 4 Pitchforks

Storyline – 4 Pitchforks

Main Characters – 4 Pitchforks

Mythos – 4 Pitchforks

Overall Rating – 4.1 Pitchforks out of 5

I’m really quite pleased that the series is improving in so many ways as it progresses. Bo is becoming a better character, Kenzi just lights up the room when she is there, Dyson is still a bit too moody, but that I hope will change with time. The mysteries still remain and we need a bit more on the Fae culture to make me happy. Still want to see Bo with horns and a tail by the end of the series though…

In Two Weeks, Episode Five: Bo is coerced into solving how a human scammed Mayer, a Dark Fae bookie.

Let’s see… Off the top of my head I see leprechauns appearing… I really hope that one of them is not named Lucky or likes cereal… As much as I like the humour of the series, that would be just a little bit too far for me…

Tera

Oct 07 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 146

It’s been a while since I had a Succubi of the week drawing that was penwork and not coloured… So for this week I have found one… But there is a few things missing in it for it to be a Succubus in my eyes…

This work is entitled Succubus and is the work of an artist calling themselves Knownentity. I found it originally on the Hentai Foundry website at this page. And you can find other works by Knownentity on their artist’s page at Hentai Foundry here. According to the artist’s comments, the work was completed for a magazine called Raw Media Quarterly and shown in one of their issues.

It’s a rather fascinating depiction of a Succubus in the moments after she has claimed her prey… Lovely detail work in the image, and it is quite a powerful statement indeed… The Succubus has an expression that falls somewhere between the ecstasy of the moment and search for her next victim, which is an interesting combination.

But there are a couple of things missing I think…

There is of course no tail or horns on the Succubus in this work, which makes me wonder if she really is one or if this might be sort of a tribute work. Mostly because looking at the Succubus she reminds me quite a lot of the comic book character Lady Death in a lot of ways.

Regardless of that, it is a wonderful work of art, but I wish that she did have horns and a tail to make it complete for me…

Tera

Oct 06 2010

A Succubus Costume that raises some hell?

That’s a play on words, and really it doesn’t do all that much for me, but, it does make me wonder about the names given to some Succubus costumes I have seen and purchased…

Like this one…

This costume is called the Hell Raiser Sexy Devil Costume and comes with the red metallic mini skirt, zippered front vest, a pair of horns, and the pitchfork.

The furry leg warmersdo not come with this costume… Bit of a shame really as I think they do add something to the overall look really… And of course neither do the shoes, which you do need to make this costume work I think…

It sells on the web for $60 US, which seems to be about right for this costume.

A few things I dislike about this costume. One is that there is no tail of course, the other is that the horns are the cheap flimsy looking ones, which I personally hate a lot. Oh, and the pitchfork really looks so cheap that I wouldn’t even consider using it at all…

I think that it’s a good “meet the public at the door” sort of costume, not too much showing but enough to get the attention of that certain someone you know…

I’m giving it three and a half pitchforks out of five…

You need a lot of accessories to make it work, but I think that it’s worth it…

Now as little fabric as this costume has for this week, just wait until next week…

Tera

Oct 05 2010

Temptations 80

Truths matter… Especially to a Succubi Queen… She knows one critical one now…

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Temptations 80

By TeraS, Alei, and Bstyles

Tera took Andrea’s cheeks in her hands and drew her close until their foreheads touched together. Her green eyes looked into Andrea’s as she said with angst in her voice, “Don’t you see Andrea… You have it already… You have been from the moment you took part of me within you… You said that you don’t want to let go… I told you that it would never happen… That all of me is yours… That every moment that you wish for is yours and yours alone…”

Tera closed her eyes and sighed a little before saying, “You remember what you… What we wanted? The one thing that I cannot have? If there is nothing else that we have Andrea, the love we share and the love we give makes it all worthwhile…”

Her tail moved to loosely wrap around Andrea’s waist as she asked, “You’ve never asked me if anyone else has a part of my soul Andrea… You are the only one that does… You are the only one that means so much to me that I gave you a part of what I am…”

She smiled a little, “You feel me when I am happy or sad… Lost or sure… All of what I am you know moment by moment… For me… For me it’s even more powerful Andrea… I know you are here with me… I know that you see all that I have and am and think that you are a small insignificant part of my life…”

Tera brushed her lips against Andrea’s as she murmured, “Life without you wouldn’t be worth living my Love….”

She felt B’s touch on her shoulder and asked Andrea, “If the light can give us this gift Andrea… Shouldn’t we use it for all that it is… Forever? If all of those that care about the two of us can allow us this joy… can’t we and share it? Together?

I hear her words … feel her touch and the world around me melts … melts until there is nothing be me … and her … and what we share.  I hold her close within me, my arms melding around her form and her tail holds me so close … and then the tears fall.

Tears of years … or never believing … tears of shattered hopes … and then … Tera … .

I bury my head against her, the grief, the love and joy flowing through me and into her light a river, my heart beating so hard … the sobs of my joy echoing in my ears as I think of an eternity … a single moment with her.

“oh tera … ” I whisper … “anything to be loved by you … anything.  life without you isn’t worth living either … i was just trying … trying to be brave … let you … let you do what … what you had … had to do … but god tera … i can’t bear another moment without you … please … please tell me how … just tell me how.

Her lips brush mine and I meet them with all the love and passion in my soul, feeling it flow and ebb between us … feeling our love rise and intertwine … feel it fly … our bodies can not possibly be close enough … our hearts … not merged as one.  And yet I know they are in ways that defy description.  They are.

“i am yours tera … lets begin our life together … now … let eternity begin today if it can.  i’ve never wanted anything more.”

B steps back then, letting the two women have their moment together.

Elsewhere, he sensed another soul drawn to this place, in spite of the locks and seals placed upon it.

He smiled to himself.

“The story is still being written…it never stopped.”

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Not quite the end of this story….

More next time…

Tera

Oct 04 2010

Storm Clouds 93 – An ongoing Succubi Story

This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…

If you want to read previous chapters, please click the link in the Tale header at the top of the page marked Storm Clouds or click here...

Editing with thanks to James this week again because I have three other things on the go at the moment… But I hope to have the nurse scene going next time…

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Storm Clouds 92

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. Jane hadn’t noticed any signs of what the place was, but he seemed to be familiar with it. 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, 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 … or had it?

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.

Oct 03 2010

A short Succubi flash from the Queen…

I have been getting back into writing Succubi stories again, and I managed a short little flash of a story this week…

So, here it is, such as it is, whether or not it appears or becomes a story we will have to see won’t we?

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The Queen’s Pets

By TeraS

The Queen’s Pets

By TeraS

The doors opened to reveal the Queen’s throne room. She was there, at the far end of the room, her piercing green eyes drawing him from so far away. As he moved toward her in a daze of passion inflamed by her powers, her voice purred in his thoughts …

“Step forward, little one … Come closer to your destiny … Remove all trappings of your past and embrace your future like all those around you …”

Vaguely, as in a dream, he moved forward, passing row after row of her pets awaiting her command. To the left, her female pets: hair drawn in ponytails; red collars around their throats; long red gloves of latex adorning their arms; bare slick pussies on display for all to see, dripping with the bliss her powers kept them awash in. Their breath was short and aching, tongues slipping over their lips, wishing for the taste of their Mistress upon them once more; nothing but the need to obey and serve her within their thoughts. Every now and again, a moan of pleasure escaped one of them as they dropped to their knees in submission again, begging in mewls and whines for her permission to cum and cum again…

To the right, her male pets: muscular, skin oiled and shiny, their red collars as tight around their necks as the females were, as tight as the invisible hands that held each cock hard and erect in her presence. A growl of pleasure escaped from the lucky ones that, in their altered minds, saw themselves being stroked by her fingers, brought to ecstasy, and then whimpering in their submission to her will…

He walked on, slipping off the trappings of civilization, removing those things that marked him as a being of thought, and slowing turning into another of her pets.

By the time he got halfway, his eyes were black, his body changed to match that of her male pets, the new muscles and skin helping to force who he was from what he was becoming.

When he knelt at her feet, there was nothing save a blank slate to be filled with her rules, her dominance, her and her alone.  A flick of her hand and the sealing of the red collar around his throat made him stroke his cock to show her that he was her pet and toy forevermore …

She gave a slight nod and then the words that would ever be in his thoughts … “Such a good pet …”

And finally, he came with a scream of pleasure, another in the endless rows of the Queen’s pets…

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Perhaps it does need to be a story…. Thanks to James for editing some really bad mistakes that I overlooked….

*huggles*

Tera

Oct 02 2010

Anime Succubus YouTube Art…

I discovered a lovely work in progress YouTube that shows the creation of a deliciously cute Succubus this past week by an artist that calls themselves Cruzjasper23…

And as always, the link in case the embedding does not work:

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

And a screenshot of the completed work as well…

She is the cuteness isn’t she?

I really love her tail, lovely little bit of pokiness that all good succubus tails have, really neat wings, and a cute outfit she’s wearing too! But, she has no horns…

Can’t have everything I guess… But I can hope…

Wonderful stuff and I hope that we see more of their works soon!

Tera

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