Jun 09 2010

She-Devil Maybe…

Still on that site that will remain unnamed for the moment and looking for something Succubus-like in a costume…

Not really sure this is one or just a copy of something I found earlier in my searching…

If you click on this link, it will take you to that posting in the Tale which was only on May 5th of this year to compare with this week’s costume.

So, again, like the other costume, there is no tail with this one. Shame really as that makes it a bigger disappointment.

This costume is called She-Devil, and it is a combination of several different items available on that site.

The first is the She-Devil dress. It laces up the front and zips in the back. It also comes with a  flamed wire collar and skirt with a panty attached to the skirt. This part of the costume sells for $250. The horns are of the same kind as the ones shown on that other costume, but styled a bit differently to match this costume. They sell for $50. Lastly, the thigh-high boots with the red heel are available for $66. So the complete combination would be $366 in total if you purchased them all together…

I have to admit that the entire ensemble leaves me a bit cold. To be honest, I’d rather be wearing the other costume than this one. The boots are the same from this to the other, like them a lot to be honest, but still, I just can’t see the sexy seductiveness in the whole thing… The somewhat trashy side is obvious and I suppose that is what is ruining it for me.

Going to rate this one two pitchforks out of five which is slightly less than the other costume which is of a similar style, but just seems sleeker and better made than this one seems to be…

Sexy and classy are not exclusive to each other I think…

Tera

Jun 08 2010

Temptations 64

The future is something that can be more than you expected, or less than you desired… But you make opf the future what you will…

Even the Queen of the Succubi realizes that…

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Temptations 64

By TeraS and Legion & Alei

Now things are moving apace he thought.

He sighed heavily, “My Queen, Andrea…  I have done nothing that Queen Tera has not done to others… and yet it is looked upon with evil by all of you.”

He shook his head sadly, “Evil is not my intent any more than it is Queen Tera’s.  If I have cause you pain by giving a heart’s desire to another than I am truly sorry.”

He looked at all of them, the soft blue glow rising in his eyes, “And since you all seem convinced of my evil intentions it seems something must be done about that.”

He looked squarely at Tera, “Your desire right now is to see your sisters as they were.  You have but to ask… and I will do something I have never done in all my long centuries of dealing… I will undo the bargin made.”

He watched as Andrea’s eyes rose in surprise and even Tera’s narrowed slightly.  He didn’t need to be able to read their thoughts to know what they were thinking at that moment….

Oh REALLY?  And what exactly is the price for this kindness you evil being!

“All your sisters will be as they were… all the knowlage, emotions, and skills given to me will be given up… they will be as much Succubi as they were the moment before they met me.”

He paused and he could sense them brace sarcasticlly for the high price he would ask, “And in return I want… nothing.  No payment.  You will not give me anything at all other than what you choose to.  If you choose to give me death in return I will accept it.”

He looked at Andrea, “And perhaps you don’t quite understand what I am doing.  For a deal maker to essential go back on a deal means the very real risk of the end of his dealings… as no one will deal with someone who doesn’t keep their commitment.  And to ask for nothing in return… it too is unheard of.  So understand my intent that this is not a request given lightly.”

He looked back at the Queen, “We both deal my Queen and I am sure you have a.. concern about anything hidden within… feel free to lay down any conditions you choose… but you have but to agree and I will undo the bargin made with your sisters.”

Tera listened to them both, her arms holding Allie close and then said, “Promises… Promises… Why do I not believe…”

She smiled a little bit, “If you are so sure about the wish that I have Legion… Tell me it… All of those that are mine share it as well… Or is it simply my own desire? Or is it a desire? Do I have desires to wish for or are they wishes alone?”

Tera sighed at Andrea’s touch and then continued, “Do I wish to have Andrea as she is or as another of mine? Would I give up what and who I am for her asking? Do I dare to consider leaving all that I have created for the love that she gives and I return?”

A wistful smile crossed her lips, “IF you are many Legion… I am more than I seem as well…”

She tilted her head backwards to look up into Andrea’s eyes and explained, “When I appear… I am myself… I do not change my shape or form… I appear as who I am…. Not a shadow of another… Not as a wish of an image of someone else… There is no need to… Those that ask can see what it all means… Some far better than others… Because they have felt it too…”

Then Tera was quiet a moment before she finished with, “Whether you remain or go is your choice Legion… The passageway is there and I am certain you know the means to leave by now… Andrea… The same is true for you… But you know well that it has always been that way… Because I would never hold you here by a demand… That is not how we are… Nor ever will be…”

Everything a fight, oh well… it IS what you expected.

He looked at the Queen in calm askance, “I enjoy the company of you and your kin oh Queen, though I will admit I do not enjoy how I am perceived.”

He shrugged lightly, “I have made every consession and dealt with mild threats from your consort about harming you, when that has never been my intention.  I have given no reason not to trust and have gone to considerable lengths to earn some… yet I am regarded with distrust.”

He shook his head sadly, his voice was calm and not at all accusing, simply stating facts, “I have only wanted to teach and to learn from you Oh Queen.  To share things from our unique side of reality.”

And even though no one could see it, they all sensed his eyebrow going up in a questioning look, “Are you all so fearful of me and my intentions that no act of trust is allowed to be accepted?”

His hand flexed slowly and he watched it for a moment, “My offer to free your sisters is open… you have but to say it and it will be done… along with whatever terms you feel are needed to safe guard them and you.”

Tera considered a moment and then said, “Trust is a two way street Legion… I trust that Andrea knows what is important to me and I to her… I trust that Allie is happy and cared for and she knows that I trust her to grow and learn in her time…”

Her tail tapped a bit on the couch and then, “What I am is not what you see Legion… The same can be said of you as well… In you case the many that you have dealt with have encircled you and hidden you from view.. In my case, the legends and tales of my kind and of me have coloured the view of the universe to who I am…”

She looked at Allie and then to Andrea again, “Only some that know me truly do…”

She continued, “If I ask for their release then you will require something in return Legion… The scales must be balanced at some point… Equal and opposite reactions… That is a universal truth…”

I look at Legion and at Tera with a dawning awareness.

“Perhaps there is a way.”  I say with some reserve.  I am perhaps meddling in affairs that are beyond me … but then again, that is what I’ve been doing since I was 16.

“Tera,”  I say stepping before her.  “Love … I know what it is to have dreams that will never come true … I know what it is to desire for things forever beyond my reach.”

I look back at Legion. “Maria and Deedra had dreams that were beyond them.  If what Legion says is indeed true.  And they love, certainly Maria, is giving love and joy to others, just as you and I do.  That is a calling worthy of even a succubus.”

I look at them both. “The issue here is whether Legion has used these desire to entrap them or enrich them.  I suggest that we remove the trappings of entrapment from these “deals” and all other “deals” that Legion has made with your sisters.”

“Maria is a mother with children, one who has desired this in her existence.  Give her back her knowledge of herself.  If this is truly what she wishes, such knowledge won’t harm her and may well be of benefit to those she loves and cares for.  Give her back her skills and abilities but temper her perceptions as a mortal so that she can be what her husband and children need to be.”

“Allow Deedra to be able to experience the joy of submission, but do not make it the only way in which she can have joy, just the preferred way so that she can explore what she so desperately wishes for, but can continue to fullfill her duties to the Queen and to her nature.”

I look at them both. “And bring them all before us here, each of those succubi that you have dealt with. If you have been honest and truthful with us, they will not mind as they know Tera and her love for them and will understand that she is only concerned for their welfare.  We will also not strip them of their hearts desire if that is truly what they wish, we shall only require that such deals be modified to the extent needed to guarantee that they can be who and what they are.”

I turn my attention to Legion and gaze at him intently. “You will also give into Tera’s hands the contracts so that she herself shall hold them and see that they are abided by and that no manipulation of them is possible with the understanding that she will break them if anything is found not to be in order.”

“If you do this, and the Queen is satisfied, then we may allow you to feely interact with Tera’s other sisters in a manner which does not interfere with their duties.  After all … ” I say looking back at my beloved. “Everyone deserves a chance to have their dreams come true.”

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Chances are…

Tera

Jun 07 2010

Storm Clouds 76 – 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 of Chapter 13 this week with thanks as always to James for his help in making me sound better than I am…

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Storm Clouds 76

Storm Clouds

Chapter 10

By TeraS

Tom leaned against a tree watching as Brent played with his children next to a small fountain with a soaring angel in the center. He was puzzled by what the fountain was supposed to mean, and that showed on his face. After all, who would expect an angel motif in a place that didn’t seem to have a lot of angel-looking beings in it?

Camilla came around from behind the fountain, carrying a small box in her hands. When she came close to Tom, she asked if he had eaten anything. When he didn’t answer, she simply put a wrapped sandwich in his hands and, with a nod of her head, directed him to have a seat at a picnic table nearby.

After getting settled, Tom watched as she began to pick at a salad. As he unwrapped the sandwich, he asked, “Something bothering you?”

She paused and then began, “What bothers me, Thomas, is that I have lost a Sister. I suffer for that. But that’s nothing compared to Brent and his children.”

Tom picked out a slice of tomato, “How bad is it for Brent?”

She poked the fork into the salad with some force, “If he didn’t have the children, I am sure that he would … be no more.”

Tom considered that as he took a bite, “He’s still here. So are the kids. And you. He doesn’t strike me as the type to put a bullet to his head and end it all. Sorry, Camilla, I’m not going to dwell on that.”

“Heartless, aren’t you Thomas? Or is that just a means to protect yourself?”

Tom reached into a pocket of his jacket and tossed a small notebook onto the table between them: “Haven’t the time to dwell right now Camilla. Brent gave me a list of people that had something against him. I can look into the ones who are people. You game to grill the ones who aren’t?”

She turned the notebook around and opened the cover. After a moment she whistled: “I would not have guessed at any of these.”

Tom wiped his lips with a napkin, “How bad are the names you recognize? The ones I do are lousy, but I can take most of them from the list. I’m looking for a killer, and most of them are playboys, play-toys and thrill seekers. They don’t qualify.”

Another bite. “Three of them I’ll have to grill.”

She considered him, “At least your list is a short one. From this side I can see ten times that many creatures and things who would have loved to be the one to have done this…”

Tom shook his head, “Not love, Camilla. Need.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Tom explained, “Some people would love to get an advantage over someone else. That’s a wish, a hope and nothing more. Then there are those that need to get that revenge or whatever else they see it as. They have the power to do so, and more so, they wouldn’t be stopped by anything to get it. That’s need.”

She started back at the beginning of the list again, her fingers tracing down the names. Then she said, “Two that we can get to; one that I would not touch with a ten foot pole and an army of hellhounds behind me.”

Arching an eyebrow, he asked, “That bad?”

She shrugged, “Worse. We’ll need help to see that one.”

Tom considered his sandwich, “You know something? I am more inclined to believe that whoever did this is on your turf rather than mine.”

Raising her fork, she explained, “It can be that someone, as you say, on our turf started this, but you don’t understand how things work in your world. You see, Thomas, while some creatures like us can exist there and interact with your people, there are so many more that need an anchor, something or someone to believe in them and give them purchase in your world. Without that they can’t do anything physical.”

Confused, Tom just nodded for her to continue.

“Magic is thin in your world now. Creatures that once thrived in your world now can’t exist there. Oh they can look in, try to whisper thoughts and ideas into people’s minds and see what happens, but, without someone who believes, like a wizard, mage, or witch… they can’t actually do anything there.”

“Then how do you all manage to be there?”

She smiled, “Sex is a powerful thing. Love more so. If you are intimately connected with both of those, then crossing over isn’t a hard thing to do.”

He nodded slowly, “Base desires and overwhelming needs are the gateway to the soul or something?”

“Or something.”

They were quiet for a time until Tom said, “I need to get back, get on and see those names. Can you check your list and … ?”

She shook her head, “No. You are stuck with me for the moment, Thomas. You can do your investigating there and then we’ll both see what happens.”

He frowned, “Are you telling me that I am going to have to go with you to see what you are afraid of seeing?”

“Afraid doesn’t mean I will not go there. But here’s the thing: you are a detective. You know how to ask questions and, moreover, you see more than I do. I think that you asking the questions of them will get us further than I can alone. Besides which, you have one power over them that I don’t.”

Tom looked shocked: “Power? I got nothing.”

Camilla gave a small shake of her head, “You have free will. You have the ability to choose. Most of the creatures we will have to see do not have that luxury. They are connected to other beings in ways that make them what they are. You however … you don’t have that flaw.”

He sighed, “No. I have the flaw that makes me always do the right thing.”

She munched on her salad, “That’s not a flaw. It’s a gift.”

A small smile, “Some gift.”

She just prodded her salad, “Better than most. Count your blessings Thomas.”

Tom chewed on that, and on his sandwich before asking, “Tell me something. Why is it that you always speak to me so formally? It’s always Thomas, not Tom. Come to think of it, I haven’t heard any of you use nicknames or shortened names, for that matter.”

“Manners count, Thomas.”

He gave her a look, “Well I can understand that, Mom always said that having a civil tongue was timportant, but…”

She shook her head, “No buts about it. You can get further with a kind word than with a foul one.”

Tom’s smile was just this side of wicked, “You can get further still with a kind word and a two-by-four.”

“Oh so you have met Tera before, then?”

“No.”

A similar smile appeared, “You sound a lot like her when she’s in a mood, you know.”

Tom stuck the last of the sandwich in his mouth and mumbled, “Probably why she liked me.”

Taking the list back from Camilla, Tom reviewed it again trying to decide who he would try to see first. Running his finger down the list he tapped one name, “Okay. I think I want to start to get on the bad side of the big names in the city.”

Camilla put her fork down and opened her purse. Taking out a small business card, she handed it to him, “Take this. Some places, your badge won’t get you far. This will open those doors for you.”

Tom considered the card. It wasn’t made of paper. It was a solid piece of silver made into a business card. Written on it was a short line of gold text: He’s doing me a favour. And then a single handwritten letter “T”.

“You can’t be serious.”

Camilla finished the last of her salad with the reply, “Try it. But only as a last resort, okay?”

Deciding that this wasn’t a card to be thrust into a pocket to be crushed, he took out the billfold that held his badge and placed the card into the pocket on the other side of it. Snapping it shut, he replied, “Well, it might as well be next to that piece of tin, to keep it company.”

Camilla picked up what was left of the meal they had shared and tossed it into a bin nearby. Motioning to Tom, she led him to Brent and the children where she said her goodbyes to them. She spoke with Brent quietly for a moment before turning to the kids and giving them a long loving hug.

Tom knelt down to look into the kids eyes and said, “Look after your Dad, okay, kids?” The answer was just a shy nod from them both before they ran over to their father and hid behind him. Tom stood up and offered his hand to Brent, “Do her proud right?”

Brent shook the offered hand with a firm grip, “I will. Watch your back out there, Thomas. Not all things are exactly what they seem.”

Releasing his grip, Tom said, “Rarely is. But sometimes you see exactly what is there, Brent.”

He then turned away and walked to Camilla: “Let’s go. Time’s a-wastin.”

It was a short walk until they were out of sight of Brent and the children. Then Camilla’s horns and tail reappeared as she drew a pattern in the air. Moments later and a portal appeared.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to that.”

She laughed, “Be happy you don’t have to deal with a Tail.”

“Seriously: what exactly does that mean?”

Camilla just smiled as they passed through the portal and it closed after them, leaving a small whirlwind of dust in their wake.

Storm Clouds

Chapter 11

By TeraS

Leaves fluttered around in the afternoon breeze moving here and there aimlessly until finally they came to rest on the green lawn beneath them. The chairs had long been taken away, the place where people had gathered to say goodbye was a plain open space once again.

Then, with a flash of light, a portal opened there, once again making the leaves spin and fly around until it vanished, revealing two figures standing there. Tom and Camilla had returned to the place their journey had begun earlier that day.

Tom looked around, “Looks like they all left without us.”

Camilla brushed some leaves from her hair, “What needed to be said was. Tera would have thanked them, comforted some of them, and reminded them that life needed to be lived.”

“She’s a theologian, too?”

A small giggle, “She is who she is.”

Tom paused for a moment to look at the scene around him, still not quite believing all that he had seen before offering his arm to Camilla, “We’d better get going.”

She held up a finger towards him to wait and then, to Tom’s surprise, her body and clothing shimmered. If looked as if she was underwater for a moment and then it vanished. Camilla stood there, no horns, no tail, and now wearing a blue sweater and jeans.

“You must save a lot of money on clothes with that stunt.”

As she took his arm, a wink and the words, “Well fashion is important to a girl you know.”

Together they walked side by side from the backyard, through the ground level, and out the front doors of the brownstone building.

As they passed through the front yard, they could see Tera, sitting on a balcony, high up on the third floor of the building. She was in the same dress she had worn for the ceremony that morning, looking concerned with what was going on and why someone would threaten her own.  She rested on a wrought iron chair, a small table with some papers upon it beside that.

She watched as Tom and Camilla hailed a passing cab and then entered it. Tom was the last to enter, pausing for a moment to look back at Tera.

He touched two fingers to his left temple and then nodded to her. Tera’s reply was the raising of the tea cup towards him and a nod in return. As the cab left, she continued to pick apart what she had learned from those that had attended this morning, and, even more so, those that had not.

Someone was threatening her own; that was concerning, but, moreover, the reason why escaped her for the moment. Still, she had found someone to search the mortal realm, and she had placed with him someone who could help to protect him.

She hoped that wouldn’t be necessary …

As she sipped the cup of tea in her hand, a voice broke her thoughts: “Why are we doing nothing?”

Placing the cup on the table, she answered, “We are doing something. The old ways are long gone: we cannot simply strike without aim. Our kind is better and smarter than that. Come here, Daughter … It is not seemly to hide in the shadows and seethe in anger …”

A snort of derision was the only answer until Jane came into view. She walked past Tera and stared off into the city around them. Crossing her arms over her chest, she began to rant, “You place your trust in a human, someone who has no idea what he faces. You ask one of your own to look after that human and, moreover, you tell her to submit to his will. How can you do this?”

“I can …”

“That is not an answer.”

“Of course it is, Daughter. It is the very first lesson I learned, so long ago. I can believe in others. I can trust in others. That is the first lesson in knowing yourself and what you can do.”

Jane gripped the railing until her knuckles were white, the anger within her so very clear as she twisted her hands against the cold steel. Looking over towards Tera, she remarked, “I don’t believe that Brent told us the truth.”

“I know he has. For what reason would be lie about his Eternal? Just because you do not understand does not make his words false…”

“You have trust, Tera. I do not. I buried my twin today. I have lost a part of myself that … I should have known she was in danger and helped her … I couldn’t. I want someone to pay for this. I want to be there to strip skin from bones and cause an eternity of suffering for this.”

Tera’s sigh was long and sad, “Have you forgotten all that you have learned Jane? Are you really so willing to fall into darkness for this? You are still young in our ways, but you know well that what you ask for… cannot be.”

Jane didn’t look towards Tera, “I should have been there.”

“You could not, Daughter … You were not in a place to help her. No one was. She was targeted by someone or something that wants something from us.”

Jane continued to fume, “Then strike back against them… all of them… Tera, just send out the Syreen. They are hunters. They will find the ones responsible and make them pay.”

Tera picked up the cup, “All right, Daughter. Who shall we send them against? The humans for being here? Those beneath who wish us harm? Those above who cannot understand us?”

A sip of the tea and then, “Being vague would mean that you condemn all around you to the same fate, a fate that they do not deserve. The ones who did this? They will be found and then taught the error of their attack on us; but only when I have proof, and not a moment sooner.”

That made Jane pause for a moment, her thoughts putting what Tera had said together with something she had read that morning. Looking to the grass below, she whispered, “I saw a story in the newspaper today. It mentioned the place where Brent had been. It said that a man had been seen leaving the place before the fire started.”

Tera shook her head slightly as if to say no, but then she brushed a finger over her lips before answering, “That would mean someone else was there, obviously.  Then the question to be asked is: what was he there for and what, if anything, does he have to do with what happened there?”

Another whisper from Jane: “Or Brent is lying about what happened.”

Jane heard the cup settle upon the table and then… silence.

That silence extended for a time and then, to Jane’s surprise, she felt a hand take hold of her right wrist and begin to pull her into the building, the tea cup on the table tumbling into space as she was forced inside  and out of sight of the surrounding world.

When she turned around, she saw Tera standing there with her red horns and tail visible. The tail pointed at Jane as harsh words passed through the air: “If you see an error in my ways, Daughter, say so. If you feel that I am wrong, prove it. If you have a better idea, show me. If all you have is opinion and anger, you do me and your Sister not a single bit of good.”

Tera closed the distance between them, pressing Jane against the wall behind her in fear of her Queen’s wrath. She closed her eyes, waiting for the strike of a hand against her cheek and the words of displeasure she knew were to come.

But instead, she felt a brush of fingertips against that cheek and then, for a moment, all she could do was listen to Tera’s words as her body refused to move under that touch …

“How do you think I feel, Jane? How do you think I feel when one of you is harmed? How much more do I suffer when one of you dies? How much worse is it when that is for no good reason? You talk of the pain you have for Patricia’s passing in your heart. As her mother, do you not think I share that?”

Jane couldn’t look at her. For the first time since she had become one of Tera’s she felt ashamed for disappointing her. A tremble in her voice revealed her fear as she asked, “Mother… have… have I disappointed you?”

She found her head turned towards Tera, and could not resist the power behind that. Tera’s voice was soft again, “You have not disappointed me Daughter… Am I worried? Yes. Do I fear for you? Always. But you have not disappointed me. That would take far more than some anger towards me.”

Jane’s eyes fell upon Tera, seeing a soft smile on her lips and the love of a mother in her eyes. She felt Tera’s fingers stroke against her skin and then, unbidden, tears began to fall across that cheek, wetting the fingers that remained there. Jane managed a sob, “I …”

The sob was answered by a soft hush and the words, “Do not let the need for revenge or the hate that comes with it cloud your judgment …”

Jane whimpered the truth, “I can’t, Tera … I just can’t …”

“I know… I’ve been there before…”

She felt a tail wrap around her legs, and then she was in Tera’s embrace, the tears coming without end …

… and Tera just telling her to let it all out …

Storm Clouds

Chapter 12

By TeraS

The cab ride was a quiet one for Camilla and Tom. When he started to ask her a question, she would either shake her head slightly or give his arm a little poke with a finger trying to get him to stop asking the question. Tom understood why she wouldn’t want to talk about her kind, or world, or anything else that was related to things normal people wouldn’t understand. But he couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t talk about her job, her life in the city, or anything else except the weather.

He noticed that she seemed to watch the driver intently for some reason he couldn’t figure out. This driver was a short, slightly pudgy man with a bald spot in his dirty brown hair. Tom also noted–by looking in the rear view mirror–that he was wearing mirrored sunglasses and seemed to be chewing on something.

Tom filed that information away and then returned to watching the city pass by. His thoughts turned to where they were going and, more importantly, the person that he… they were going to meet. It wasn’t really someone he wanted to see, but then there was no choice in the matter. He had to start someplace, and this was as good a place as any other.

The cab eventually stopped in front of an old, broken-down-looking warehouse on the south side of the city. It was placed on the edge of the piers near the shipping port there, a place that Tom didn’t know that well …

… but he knew of the people they were going to see.

The cab left after Camilla paid the fare. She was very insistent on getting a receipt for it and, when Tom asked her why, the answer was: “I am on company time, after all. They can pay for it.”

After the cab had left he asked, “What was the problem in the cab?”

“You couldn’t know, Thomas, but the cab driver was a troll.”

“Okaaay. Are you taking about things that live under bridges and ask for a toll to cross?”

“The same. They figured out that cab driving would fill in their role in life. That particular cab, and company, are owned by trolls. Have to be careful around them,Thomas; those that know about them also know they can obtain useful information from them.”

Tom rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, “It’s a real different world looking through your eyes.”

She tilted her head to the right, “Sorry, Thomas, but there are many things out there that you are not aware of and need to be. I said I would watch your back for things I know of … just doing what you asked of me.”

Seeing the practicality in that view, Tom nodded and then looked towards their destination, “Right. Welcome to the seedy underbelly of our fine city. In here, you will find an assortment of motley characters who would be happy stabbing you in either the back or the chest, whichever happens to be closer to them.”

“How nice … I shall have to send them a pie sometime …”

Tom just looked at Camilla: was she kidding? Then he realized that she was putting up a good front for him so that he wouldn’t worry about her. Taking the lead, he replied, “Let me do the talking here,okay?”

She just nodded and followed one step behind and to Tom’s right …

Opening the door and entering the warehouse, the pair found themselves in a  small open area with a low railing surrounding it. It was large enough to have a couple of chairs by the door, a water cooler next to that, and–taking up almost all of the rest–a single large old wooden desk that faced the door. Beyond the railing, the interior of the warehouse was shaded in darkness, save for the few places where overhead lights burned with a low buzzing sound, illuminating the rows and aisles below.

Behind the desk was a red-headed young man. He wore a pair of overalls with the name “Billy” stitched onto a patch over his heart. He was more interested in the newspaper on his desk than the people who had entered, and, for a few moments,he just continued to read it and ignore them.

Seeing a bell on the desk, Tom struck it once, the sound being swallowed up in the depths of the warehouse. Billy looked up then: “Yah? You here ta pick somethin’ up?”

“We’d like to speak to the owner, please.”

“He tain’t in. Mebby be here next month ‘n’ you’ll have more luck.”

Tom was about to get a bit rough when he heard Camilla move behind him and then, to his surprise, the sound of the water cooler bubbling as water was taken from it. He turned to see Camilla taking one of the seats and sipping at the paper cup she now held in her hand. Tom had a small smile on his face then as he answered, “Well, that’ll be fine. My associate will wait here and I’ll just step outside and tell the SWAT team to start coming in.”

With that, Tom turned and strode to the door. His hand had begun to turn the handle when he heard a new, gruff voice behind him, “Y’all don’t need be getting out of hand here, ‘tective. The boy’s jus’ doing his job.”

Tom’s smile became larger when he had turned back and saw the newcomer. He greeted him with a chuckle: “Nice to know that I’m remembered, old friend.”

From the shadows appeared a man who didn’t fit the voice. He was dressed to the nines in a three-piece black suit that looked to be worth a small fortune on its own. A slender man, he looked almost frail, but Tom knew that under that exterior was a fighter. Dusky-haired, his piercing grey eyes belied an intelligence that many missed in dealing with him. He passed through a gate and then stopped in front of Tom, offering his hand: “Nice ta see ya Tommy. Been what? Five years?”

Tom took the hand in his and gave it a firm shake, “Seven. You left the force and turned into a man about town, Bill. Just don’t run in those circles.” Tom released the hand and then motioned for Camilla to join them. He explained, “This is Camilla. She’s new.”

She smiled and offered her hand, “Very nice to meet a friend of Thomas’.”

Bill took the hand and, to Tom’s surprise, kissed it in the old-fashioned way before releasing it, “I’m sure Tommy dun’ know how lucky he is. C’mon in; Lil’ Billy can watch the store while we talk.”

After passing through the gate, Tom struck up a conversation: “That’s Billy? Really? How old is he now?”

“Eighteen. Smart lil’ bugger. Mebby smarter than me at that age. Boy’s been running this place for the last coupla years. Proud of ‘im.”

“You should be. Wish I would have known that I would have found him here, wouldn’t have been such a hard ass.”

“Good for the boy. Builds character ‘n’ all that crap. Sorry Ma’am.”

Camilla laughed softly, “No offense taken, I promise.”

The three of them walked the length of the warehouse until they stopped at a large,glassed-in office space. It looked like the typical business office: computers, filing cabinets, rows of desks within cubicles. As they passed through, the occasional “Good morning, Sir” was greeted with a nod or a gruff “Mornin’” from Bill. The three entered a large office that had a nameplate on the door declaring to the world that“Mr. Shipping” was within.

Bill took his leather chair behind the desk as he motioned to Tom and Camilla to have a seat on the leather sofa nearby. After cracking his knuckles, Bill asked: “So what’s gotcha in here, Tommy?”

“I’m looking into a murder. Happened a couple of days ago. I hate to say it, Bill, but you are one of the people under investigation.”

The look of surprise was followed by: “Funny. Now, fer real; why ya here?”

“I’m not joking, Bill. The wife of a reporter was killed last night. Stabbed in the back;brutal, ugly mess. The investigation so far points at a small number of names,and you are on it.”

Bill rocked back in his chair and then tapped his right hand against the arm of the chair before saying, “Ya mean that rag reporter that goes around pokin’ into other people’s business, right?”

Tom nodded, “Read about it?”

A grunt. “Ya. Decided that going to the funeral wuz no good. Me and that hack dun’like each other. Pissed me off coupla’ years ago. Still am.”

“Have to tell me about it. You know the drill.”

Another grunt: “Right. Traci died after Billy was born. Didn’t think about anything but Billy till he got out of school. Managed that coupla’ years ago. Billy gave me a yellin’ to and told me ta get out there and find somebody cause I wuz a mess. Wuz right. Had put everythin’ into the business for so long after I left the force. Couldn’t stay in the force cause of … ya know.”

Tom nodded, “Still don’t believe that was your fault, Bill. Never have.”

He smiled, “I remember. Never forgot, either. Met a girl. Nice, proper, classy. Was doin’ well and finally I was gonna pop the question to her. Was in that old barbershop on 22nd–you know the one–talkin’ to the barber about why I wanted ta look purty, and in the next chair wuz that hack. Spilled the beans in his rag the next day. Took her to a nice place that night and, when I asked her, the newshounds were there, snapping pictures and shoving questions at us. Made a mess of it. Pissed me off. She ran off and I took a swing at him, knocked him to the floor, gave ‘im a busted nose, and that got into the papers, too.”

Tom sighed, “You always had a short fuse, buddy.”

“Yeah. Spent the next year suing the rag, him, coupla others. Called in some favors and made his life … rough.”

“How rough?”

Bill leaned forward in the chair and brushed the top of his desk before answering, “I wanted him to know that I was pissed. So some of the boyz from the docks followed him and tried to scare him. Didn’t work. Tough bastard.”

“Did you kill her?”

The look of hurt in Bill’s eyes spoke volumes before the words did, “Nah. Tommy, I couldn’t, wouldn’t ever raise a hand to hurt a lady. Any lady. If one of the boyz did this. they know that I’d hurt them and then, if they lived, they’d be in jail where friends of mine would make sure that they’d never get out alive.”

Tom looked over at Camilla to see that she had a look of shock and disbelief in her eyes.

Bill continued, “Ma’am, ya need to understand that, in this business, you have to look tough and be tough or they walk all over ya. I am a hard ass, I can be a bastard and more, but I got honor in me. Some stuff is sacred.”

Camilla asked, “Did you ever see her again?”

Bill looked at the desk, “Still talkin’ to her. She’s shy, pretty ’n’ stuff; see her in quiet places so that she dun’ have that happen again.”

“But you did not give up? Even after two years?”

Pointing to his head, Bill replied: “Too hard-headed, Ma’am.

Camilla smiled, “Not that … you love her so … Do not give up on her, please.”

“Only if she gives up on me, Ma’am”

Tom broke in, “Bill, have to ask you something. Of all of your people, is there anyone that might have done this?”

Billy’s voice came into the room from behind, “Me. Y’all better talk to me, too.”

Tom turned to look at him, “Hello, Billy. Come on in and have a chair; maybe you can explain exactly what you mean?”

Billy leaned against the door jamb looking not at Tom, but Camilla. She turned to face him and then asked, “Something wrong, Billy?”

He looked away and then said, “Nuthin’. You look like someone.”

“Want to tell me about it?”

“Nah. S’ok.”

Camilla stood up and walked over to Billy. She took his right hand in hers and then started walking out of the room with Billy in tow, saying as she did, “We’ll be outside.”

Once she had him out of the office she asked, “You want to find someplace quiet to talk?”

She could see the blush on his cheeks as he mumbled something and then started walking out of the office and then out a door to the outside. It led to the pier behind the warehouse. Ships would often be tied up there, loading and unloading, but, for the moment, there was nothing and no one around. Billy guided her to a wooden bench against the warehouse wall and, after brushing off some dirt there,said, “Sorry t’ain’t cleaner.”

Camilla just smiled and took the offered spot, “Nothing to be sorry about, Billy. I promise I won’t break.” She straightened out her dress and watched him pace back and forth for a few minutes before she asked, “You are not to blame, are you?”

“No. No, Ma’am I didn’t. I coulda. Know enough bad people on the docks to have that happen. No. Wouldn’t”

“You are your father’s son.”

“Am, Ma’am. All he has is me and this place. Nothin’ more. I told him ta meet someone ’n’ he did, but that guy screwed my old man up. Now he’s afraid of stuff and won’t try again.”

Camilla was quiet for a time and then said, “Who do I remind you of, Billy?”

A sigh: “Sort of look like Mom in the pictures.”

“Come here, please.”

Billy resisted for a time, trying to be brave in front of a woman, not wanting to look weak, but finally he sat down beside Camilla before putting his hands over his eyes, “Ya know the thing, Ma’am? When it happened, I did want ta kill that guy for it. He’s got a wife, a family, and he messes up what we coulda had.”

“Your Mom wouldn’t be happy with you if you did. Your father brought you up right and I think you would never disappoint him. So why are you both so violently opposed to Brent? Why would your father be a suspect in this?”

Billy put his fists together and then rested his chin on them before managing the words, “They say he killed a woman when he was a cop, Ma’am. He couldn’t prove he didn’t, they couldn’t prove he did. So they gave him a pink slip and showed him the door.”

Camilla stroked her hand against Billy’s arm, “Thomas seems to think that your father is innocent. But he has to ask the questions and get answers to clear him, you know. The same is true of you. But you know something?”

He looked at her. “Wha’?”

“You believe in souls, Billy?”

“Kinda.”

“I do. I believe that when someone does something wrong, their souls turn black and that blackness shows on the outside. I haven’t seen anything from your father or you that makes me believe that you did this.”

A sniffle, “Thank ya, Ma’am.”

She shrugged a bit, “Not any good in a court, you know.”

“Dun’ matter. Someone believes in what Dad said. That means somethin’ to me.”

Camilla’s hand stroked his shoulder as she asked, “If you want to help your father, then can you do us a favor?”

He looked at her, “Depends on tha favor.”

Camilla told him.

Storm Clouds

Chapter 13

By TeraS

Jane was confused.

This was something new for her, to be blunt to put it mildly. She was impulsive, brash, and made the occasional ass of herself, but she was never confused … unless she talked to Tera. The simplest conversations always seemed to make her look at what she was and who she was instead of whatever it was that started her on a rant in the first place.

She had expected Tera to punish her in some way, or try to make her change her mind. Something, anything that would show some anger from within her … but Tera didn’t. All she did was comfort her, talk to her, and in the end, after all of the words were out in the open between them … Tera just asked her what she wanted to do.

Jane’s answer was simple, she thought, “Find who did this and hurt them.”

But then she heard Tera’s thoughts and found them so much more satisfying, “Why hurt them when you are doing something so much worse. You can show them that they won’t win.”

For a moment, Jane was flabbergasted that she didn’t see things that way. It made sense, really: why just hurt someone when you could do so much more in so many other ways to show them that they made the biggest mistake of their lives?

So she now found herself standing on the curb outside of the place that Brent had burned to the ground, looking for answers. The police had put their yellow tape around the border of the remains, but now it was in the hands of the fire department, and their investigations were inside, looking for the source of the fire, among other things.

Jane understood why she was here. There was something of a loose end to all this, and she needed to close it, or find where it led to. Tera had told her to find out what she could and then meet with Camilla and Thomas when possible. She still didn’t think a lot of him … or her … but she would look here for clues and would do as she was asked to …

… because she couldn’t let them win.

Looking at the people milling around and the security stopping people from poking around where they weren’t wanted, Jane came to the decision that she would have to use the thoughts and emotions of those around her to get inside and see what happened there for herself.

With a sigh, Jane closed her eyes and focused on the people within to see if there was someone she could use … and she found her.

On the main floor of the burned-out building, John Tanner was sitting cross-legged, staring at the main hallway and trying to piece together what this place once looked like. He was an Engineer in the department, recently transferred into the arson squad, and this was his first investigation. He had once been a regular firefighter, but after a three-alarm blaze, during which a building fell onto his company, he was shifted to arson investigations to give him time to recover from his wounds … both mental and physical.

Physically, John was your stereotypical fireman: muscular, clean shaven, blonde hair closely cropped, per regulations. He wore his cherished department windbreaker, blue jeans, and hiking boots. Not exactly regulation, but they said he could be comfortable, so he thumbed his nose at the regs while he could.

Putting his clipboard to one side, he stretched his back, the popping sounds reminding him that sitting on the floor was not doing good things to him. He was resigned to being in this job from here on out, mainly because, to be honest, he was scared to death of being buried alive again by bricks, wood, and fire.

A tap on his right shoulder made him turn around.

Standing there was the one person he didn’t expect to see today. Her name was Jenni: she was part of the department’s public relations office, and she was, to be blunt, his crush. He had known her for almost a year now and still didn’t know exactly what it was about her that attracted him. Maybe her short red hair? Her girl next door looks? Her laugh? He just couldn’t ever put his finger on what it was about her that he liked so much. But more importantly right at that moment …

… she had coffee with her.

Maybe it was the coffee?

Taking the cup from her hand, he took a sip … and decided that it wasn’t the coffee (God, it was awful).

Putting it on the floor beside him, he asked, “So what brings you into the ashes, Jenni?”

She shrugged, “Oh, P.R. mostly. The press want to write up what happened, who’s to blame, how the budget should be cut back, the usual stuff.”

“Right. Been on that path before, haven’t we?”

“Almost every other week.”

She walked away then, looking around the room and poking her nose here and there before asking, “Anything like a clue to what happened?”

He smiled, “Oh, I know exactly what happened.”

She turned to him with a look of surprise: “What?”

“Can’t you tell? There was a fire and the place burned down.”

Rolling her eyes, she called back as she exited the room, “So helpful. I’ll have to see that you get a medal of honour for that, you dumbass.”

John’s chuckles followed her out the hallway as she vanished from his sight.

Moving down the hallway, she eventually made her way into the basement before stopping at the bottom of the stairs and gazing into the darkness of it. For a time she remained there, unmoving, almost like a statue, before her form shimmered and Jane stood there in Jenni’s place.

Jane found herself of two thoughts. One was that John seemed nice enough; maybe one day he and the girl she had pulled from his thoughts would be together. The other was that she found herself oddly attracted to him for some reason she didn’t, or couldn’t put her finger on at that moment.

Jane pinched her nose and then drew with her hands a pattern in the air. She was hoping to divine something of the magic used here. Every type of magic had a pattern that could be traced to the being, talisman, or other mystical thing that had created it. The hard part wasn’t the finding: here, in this place, there was so much of it embedded into the walls, floor, and space between that she was choking on it.

No, the problem was that, if there were any traps left behind, they might go off when she prodded them. Jane wasn’t worried about that, she had learned a great deal from visitors to the Realm, and felt that she was prepared for whatever might be still here in this place. Sure enough, Jane’s overconfidence in her abilities made her miss one small, simple spell that triggered when her own magic touched it.

Upstairs, John was sketching a diagram of the fire’s source, and had decided that the next place to have a look was the basement. The scream from the basement that made him snap his pencil in half sent him moving in that direction as quickly as he could …

He rushed down the stairs calling out Jenni’s name, hoping that she was alright in spite of the scream he had heard. What he found was not what was supposed to be down there.

It was the stuff of nightmares.

The basement was on fire. He didn’t stop to wonder what started it or why, because crumpled in the middle of the room was Jenni. The flames were raging around her, soon to be licking at her body if he didn’t get her out of there quickly.

She wasn’t moving and she didn’t answer him when he yelled at her to get up and get out of there. The fire was raging and crackling in the space, and he knew that waiting any longer or going for help would mean it would be too late to do anything for Jenni.

Gritting his teeth, and ignoring the pains in his legs that were screaming at him to top moving so fast, he covered his face with one arm and ran through the flames to collapse beside Jenni in the middle of the burning room.

She was curled up facing away from him, but was breathing, he took that as good news at least. It took only a few moments to wrap her up in his jacket and then sling her over his shoulder.

But throughout all of this, the fire got worse, the walls started to burn and the ceiling began to crumble around them.

John tried his best to push the fears down so that he didn’t freeze. He couldn’t.

Struggling to his feet, he concentrated on putting one foot after the other, his focus on getting up the stairs and out of that place before the whole place came crashing down around his ears.

The wooden boards of the stairs creaked as he put his weight on them, the fires now running up the railings trying to close off the path to safety in front of him. To his horror, as he made it halfway up them, the fire became a wall closing off the exit and trapping them.

Unless he ran through them.

The fears grew and he remembered the feeling of helplessness, the crushing weight of the debris that had almost claimed him once before. But then he heard Jenni coughing, and that made him take the risk and rush through the inferno.

Outside of the building, the flames were pushing out of the wrecked structure, the surrounding news crews taking pictures of it, the fire department calling for backup to fight the blaze once again.

In the middle of the confusion, John burst through the front door, smoke coming off his clothing and off of Jenni’s body. He ignored the offers for help, pushing his way through the crowd to his car, parked nearby. Placing Jenni on the ground beside it, he opened the trunk to remove an oxygen tank, intending to place the mask on her and help her to recover.

Pulling the jacket from her, he froze in confusion …

This wasn’t Jenni. Not quite. It looked like her, she was dressed like her, but there was one thing that didn’t fit John’s reality …

… she had two small green horns sticking out of her hair…

Jun 06 2010

Playing With The Queen of Hearts – A Succubi Story by TeraS

One of the most difficult things for me to do is to write a story. I don’t mean the actual writing of it, but thinking of something to put on the computer screen that meets two goals for me:

1. It is good enough?

2. It is interesting enough?

For this, my 7,000th post on the Garden, I have been trying to meet those two goals in a slightly different way. You see, Succubi and such things are sort of my “thing,” as most people know. So I tried to challenge myself to write something … different.

For the longest time I couldn’t come up with something that was … different. Still, I hate passing a milestone without having something to mark it.

Some might remember that the last milestone was marked with a lot of sadness in my life. This time I wanted to do something hopeful and maybe just a little bit silly or playful …

So here, such as it is, is a story for this milestone … I blame my hero, Fzy, for giving me this idea … And to James for giving it a needed editing…

Love and Huggles always…

Tera

T7K—Playing With The Queen of Hearts
By TeraS

There are many casinos in Las Vegas. Places were you can bet on the horses, play cards, spin the wheel at Roulette; so many ways to take chances and see what happens …

Every so often, a game is played where the stakes are somewhat higher than you would expect.

Off in a quiet corner of one of these casinos—yes, there are quiet places there if you know where to look for them—a blond card girl arrived at her table and began to set things up for a game. She was told that this was for a special customer of the casino and that she would be rewarded for her service to that customer and the casino.

The card girl’s name was Patty. She was quite ordinary looking in her official attire: a black bow tie, white shirt, and black pants with low black heels. She ran her fingers through her short-cropped hair and then simply waited for … … well … for whoever she was supposed to wait for. All she knew was that it was a female customer and that, no matter what, according to the management, she was not to argue with her. In this case, apparently, the customer was always right, no matter what.

Nothing happened for a time, and that gave Patty some time to think. She wasn’t unhappy with her life as such, boring as it was. It seemed to be the same thing over and over again: wake up, get to the casino, deal, leave, go back to bed.  She did find herself wondering, on occasion, what the lives of the rich and famous whom she saw from time to time were like, wondered if they had the same boredom in their lives, even if the gossip magazines said otherwise.

The sound of one of the ropes—one connected to the railing around her—being removed brought her back to the present, and she was about to explain that this was a private table when her voice caught.

Standing there, holding one end of the rope she had removed, was an absolute show-stopper. Patty had seen beautiful women before, but this one was not your garden-variety fashion plate.

She had a really nice smile. It was odd that Patty had noticed that first, but that smile was directed at her, and it seemed like that smile was very sincere. For some reason, the twinkle in this woman’s green eyes reflected something like mischief, as well. She was wearing a slinky black dress, cut to show a good deal of leg, but nowhere near in a trashy way. The dress only gave a teasing suggestion of the beauty wrapped within it. A pair of red stiletto heels completed the picture, the picture of a woman who knew she was beautiful but didn’t need to scream that fact to the world.

Clipping the rope back in place, the woman said in a warm voice, “I believe you are waiting for me?”

Patty didn’t quite know for certain, but the ease with this woman took her place at the table, as if she owned it when she arrived there, made it difficult for her to say anything other than, “I guess so, Ma’am. My name is …”

“Patty. It is Patty isn’t it?”

This was confusing, and for one very important reason: Patty wasn’t wearing a name tag to identify herself. That was something her boss had made clear. She decided that the person who was meant for this table was told her name.  That made her feel a bit better as she nodded and then picked up a sealed package of cards. Focusing her attention on the cards, she asked, “Is there a particular game you would like to play? No one told me which one you would like, Ma’am, and …”

“Tera. Please just call me Tera. I don’t stand on formalities.”

A nod. “All right … Tera.” The cards were opened and Patty shuffled them for a bit before she said, “You still haven’t told me the game.”

“Twenty-one: just a simple, friendly game.”

“No bets?”

“Mmm … Not as yet, no, perhaps a bit later.”

Patty felt she was being examined as she finished shuffling the cards, invited Tera to cut them, and then dealt out the first hand.

Twelve hands were played, and Patty‘s confusion grew even more. Tera had lost every single hand she had been dealt. Patty was of the opinion that she was dealing with someone who had never played cards before. Maybe that was why the casino had made this accommodation for her.

Before dealing the next hand she asked, “Tera, tell me something, will you?”

“Of course.”

“Have you ever played blackjack before?”

The laugh was musical, “Oh gosh, yes: many, many times with many different people for all sorts of different stakes. I’m just very unlucky so far tonight. Perhaps that will change with the next hand … You interested in a friendly bet?”

Patty was about to say she wasn’t, but two things stopped her. The first was that, over the last hour that they had played cards, Patty had come to like Tera more than she expected. The other was that order from her boss to be accommodating.

“I can’t bet money on the tables. I’d lose my job if anyone saw me.”

“Well I don’t want that to happen. How about something more … esoteric in nature?”

She held the cards in her right hand and thumbed the one on top before answering, “As long as it’s not money.”

Tera seemed happy at that, “Excellent! How about this. If I win the next hand you get a gift from me. Something that you have always wanted. But if you win, then you give a gift to me instead.”

Patty’s face showed that the confusion over the situation she found herself in was pushing her near the breaking point. This bet was odd beyond reason to her. There was no possible way that Tera would know of what she really wanted. As for the other chance, Patty had no way of knowing what that would be.

Stuttering a bit, Patty answered, “I … I don’t understand. Either way, it seems that I win.”

“Probably so. So, just say yes. What have you got to lose? I promise that nothing bad will happen to you. Who knows? You might even like it!”

Patty looked at Tera’s smile again. There didn’t seem to be anything other than sincerity behind it. She had seen fake smiles before—at her tables, when customers had wanted to put a knife through her chest after they had lost a bet. Here was someone who didn’t seem interested in money, nor did she care what the result of her bet would be.

Putting the cards on the table, Patty nodded and was about to explain what she always wanted. But instead, Tera shook a finger at her, “Ah, ah, ah! Don’t tell me. Write it on one card from the deck. Don’t show me, and then put it face down on the table.”

She turned away from Tera and wrote her wish on the card with the pen she always carried for writing out claim forms and other minutia for the casino’s guests from time to time. Turning back, she placed it on the table between the two of them. The single red backed card lay there forlornly, as Patty expected her wish to be.

Tera seemed to become much more serious than she had been so far, “Two cards, please, Patty: one for you, one for me.  Let’s start the game.”

The cards were dealt and Tera flipped her card up.  It was the Ace of Hearts.

Patty winced at that. It was a really good start for Tera this time. She wasn’t sure that she could win this game.

“Turn yours over please, Patty…”

Patty’s hand touched the top of the card and …

… she was in bed with Tera. They were spooned against each other, the heat from Tera’s body keeping her warm in spite of them laying on top of the silk sheets. Tera’s lips were kissing softly at the nape of Patty’s neck, fingers rubbing against her nipples, her breath catching as other fingers began to stroke and play against the folds of her sex. And then …

… Patty blinked and looked at Tera.  The heat from that daydream, or whatever that was, had made her nipples stiff, and she was ever so slightly wet in her panties.

Tera seemed to have a bemused smile upon her face as she said, “Penny for your thoughts?”

Patty backed away from the table to gather her thoughts and bring herself under control again. She rationalized that she felt this way because she hadn’t been in a relationship for so long, that the daydream had arrived at that moment …

… not that it was a bad thing, but still…

“Well, that’s a good card isn’t it?”

Patty turned back to see that her first card was the Ace of Spades. Their hands were equal at that moment. She still had a chance to win the game. Straightening out her clothing a bit, she replied, “Still in the game yes.”

Tera nodded and simply pointed to the deck of cards.

Quickly, much more quickly than she otherwise would deal, two more cards hit the table, face down. She waited for Tera to turn hers over, but she didn’t.

“Turn mine over, please, will you?”

Patty’s fingers touched the card …

… Hot. Gawd she was hot. Long platinum blonde hair, hot sexy body wrapped in a pink latex dress that displayed all of her curves as if she was naked to the world. Just that thought was making her hot and wet as she smoothed the dress with her pink-nailed hands as she balanced on her pink stiletto heels. The doorbell rang and she ran to meet her lover there. She turned the handle and …

… Patty looked down at the Queen of Hearts. Blackjack. Twenty-One. There was no way she could possibly win this hand now. She knew full well the odds of matching Tera’s hand and placed her hands upon the table to brace herself, not because she knew she had lost, but because she was still shaking from that latest daydream.

“Twenty-One. I guess my luck has changed hasn’t it?”

Stifling a moan, Patty answered with, “Looks like it.”

“Turn your card over …”

Patty looked at the card in despair. She just knew she wouldn’t win. What could she get as a gift for Tera? A fridge magnet from the casino wouldn’t cut it. Not even close. And her own wish? That, she knew, was just a silly dream that never could have possibly happened anyway.

She turned the card over, but didn’t look at it.

“Well, that’s interesting.”

The words made her look at the card. Queen of Spades. Twenty-One. It was a draw? The confusion that she had been feeling overwhelmed her now, making her head begin to swim.  Then she felt the world begin to spin in circles before she blacked out and crumpled to the floor.

The next thing that came to her was Tera’s voice asking, “Honey? Come on … easy now … come back to me now…”

She opened her eyes to see Tera sitting behind and above her. It was odd, as if she was … resting in Tera’s lap?  “Well, of course I am”, Patty thought.  “Why wouldn’t I be? She’s always worried about the people she … loves?

A shake of her head, and then the questions started. “What … what happened? What’s going on?”

She was comforted by Tera’s smile and the words, “If you can stand up, I’ll show you …”

She came to her feet with some help from Tera and then realized something: she wasn’t wearing her work outfit. All she saw was a sea of pink latex over her body …

She was guided from the table they had been playing at towards one of the mirrored walls around them, a wall that was a part of the scenery she barely noticed anymore.

“Tera. What is going on?”

“Look in the mirror and tell me.”

She did so and was stunned by what she saw. Reflected in the mirror was Tera. That wasn’t the part that stunned her. What did was the sexy, platinum blonde woman who stood there with Tera. She watched as the woman in the mirror ran her hand … her own hand … through her long curls in wonder. She moaned as Tera brushed her hands over the blonde’s dress, smoothing out the wrinkles in the pink latex dress she wore.

Leaning against Tera, she asked, “How? Why?”

“Patty with a ‘y’ was asking, ‘Why can’t I be happy? Why can’t I find someone? Why am I in the place I am in?’ Patti with an ‘i’ knows, ‘I am loved. I am wanted. I am never alone.’”

“But …”

“No ‘buts’ about it, Honey …” Then Tera showed her a card. As her customer turned it over, Patti realized that it was the card she had written her wish upon. The card was the Joker. The wish was simple: “I’d like to be loved.”

She sniffled a bit: “Who are you?”

“It’s more like, ‘Who are we?’”

In the mirror, she now saw that Tera had a pair of small red horns in her hair and a long red tail was twining around one of Patti’s legs. The blonde had a pair of pink horns in her hair and a similar long tail, pink in colour, was twined around one of Tera’s legs in reply.

Instead of feeling frightened by the sight, she found that it felt right, as if she was home, as she was meant to be, and she had been away for too long.

“We are Succubi. We bring fantasies and desires to those who seek them. But for a few, for a very lucky few, we bring something that’s missing in this world: love and happiness …”

For a time, she melted into Tera’s touch, her sighs of happiness in this moment of being wanted and loved making the past slowly seep away, taking someone who wasn’t happy and giving her the one gift that mattered, the one gift that made a difference in her life.

“What’s …. what’s the catch, Tera?”

“You won’t be ‘Patty’ anymore. She’ll be a part of you somewhere, but you won’t be her. You’ll be one of mine, for I am the Queen, and you will be mine forevermore.”

She purred as Tera kissed the nape of her neck softly, “Doesn’t sound too … mmm … bad …”

“So the question is: who are you? Patty alone or Patti the Succubi?”

She looked in the mirror at the woman there. She was beautiful, even if the horns and tail looked a bit weird. She had memories of spending wonderful, loving time with Tera and her sisters back in their home. She compared that with the life alone that she had always known and then made her choice…

“I’m Patti.”

In the next moment, Patty was no more and the new Patti came to be her reality.

In another casino, sometime later, a table was reserved for a special customer. The dealer waited there patiently for her to arrive. Robert was thinking about leaving the casino soon: the job wasn’t fun, his life wasn’t fun, and he needed to move on. But before he could do that, he had to do this job for his supervisor. He had been told only that it was for a female client of the casino and that he was to be accommodating to her.

He was idly shuffling the cards and placing them on the table in front of him when a soft giggle made him look up. He looked into the eyes of the platinum blonde knockout who was twirling the rope she had taken from the railings surrounding him. She wasn’t a bimbo, that much he was sure of, as the black dress she wore was sexy but not trashy. The purr from her pink lipstick-covered lips—“I think you are waiting for me”—told him that it would be an interesting night …

What he didn’t notice was that the two cards that were facing up on the table were the Queen of Spades and the Queen of Hearts …

Jun 05 2010

Drawing a Succubus YouTube…

I’m really quite happy that a number of artists are placing YouTubes of their works in progress… Especially the Succubi ones…

And this is another one of those that is really very very well done!

And in case the embedding doesn’t work:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsnUhX1gpuQ

This is the work of an artist named Laurlolz. They seem to specialize in Anime and Manga works. What really surprises me is that all of this is done in GIMP, a free graphic program that is similar to Photoshop, but not quite as advanced… It’s also important to note that this work took about three hours to complete…

The image that I am showing here, to the left, is a small portion of his finished work which you can find at Deviantart here.

She is a delicious looking Succubus, though I wish she had a tail, all Succubi really should have a tail in my eyes to be perfect, but then I am a bit biased on that I think…

I wonder about why her horns are the same colour as her skin tone. This is something that you don’t see often in an image of a Succubus. Most are red, which is a traditional skin tone or black, reflecting another of the more “evil” tones. Mind you, my version of Succubi have flesh tones for skin colour, but as far as I have been able to figure out, none have the same colour for their horns. It brings up the question of if her horns are actually covered in skin or not… That’s an interesting thought come to think about it…

I like the orange of her hair, that’s something you don’t tend to see a lot of in more art of Succubi… Really quite like that a lot…

Please do visit his site and leave comments!

Jun 04 2010

Succubus Playing Pool Figurine…

For the last few Fridays on the Tale I have shared some Succubus or Devil Girl figurines that seem to be part of a series…

This is another one of them…

This figurine is called Hustlin’ Lil’ Devil Babe Pool Hustler. It is about four and a half inches in height and width, comparable to the other figures I have shared over the last few Fridays here on the Tale.

As with the others in this series, you can find this figurine on sale for about $14 in several different sites on the web.

She’s in a really cute pose over that eight ball, neat little bikini outfit and heels as well, but the different coloured horns look a bit wrong to me to be honest.

As always in this series of figurines, the tails are just perfect. I really like the swooping of it around and up before it points away from her…

It almost looks like the tail is pondering the shot she will be making really…

Really a perfect pool Succubus for the collection I think…

It reminds me of a game I played on the Collective once with a dear friend…

You can find this figurine on sale at this website.

There are still two more figurines in the collection to share…

More next week…

Tera

Jun 03 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 128

This week’s Succubus is, I regret, another example of an unknown Succubus created by an unknown artist… That still doesn’t mean that I don’t think this is a wonderful work…

This, I think, is one of the most wonderful anime Succubus images I have discovered in all of the ones I have shared on the Tale…

She’s in a seductive pose, a wonderfully sinful outfit, and most of all she has a tail!

I wish that I had a larger version of this art because you can tell that there is a lot of details in her wings and outfit that this example doesn’t really give enough justice to…

I really like the contrast between her bronzed skin and the silver of her boots and outfit. The sheen of it adds a lot of depth to this work. Her hair makes me pause a bit to wonder if it is braided like that or if it is meant to be almost snake-like in its appearance. I tend to think that it is braided however for the reason that it seems to be flying around her without any real semblance of control to it.

Looking at the background, I have been wondering if she is meant to be in a cyberworld or something similar to that.

If anyone has an idea of the artist, or who this Succubus character is, please do comment and let me know?

Tera

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