Sep 05 2016

It’s Good to be the King by James

Her Majesty has honored me with the opportunity to share a story today, while She and Her Majesty’s Eternal are on retreat (and, I hope, beyond the reach of all on-line communication).

Last Monday, the palace released the official report on the King’s birthday weekend. This version may raise a few more eyebrows, but it does remind us all that …


It’s Good to be the King
By James, for Keith, on the first day of his next year


Everybody who lives in time grows older, even succubi and incubi. Everybody who notices the passage of minutes hours, days, weeks, months, years . . . millennia . . . also deals with the pleasures and problems of some sort of aging. There may never be a grey hair; there may never be so much as a laugh line around the eyes, but everyone for whom a clock has meaning experiences the passage of time.

Even the King of the Incubi.

For Keith, King of the Incubi, consort and, more importantly, Eternal of Her Majesty, Tera, Queen of all Succubi, Ruler with her of the Succubi Realm, the passage of the past year had been . . . somewhat less than he had hoped. It had begun with losses and pain for his Eternal, and as fast as they had recovered from those, they had found themselves in a long journey of family loss. They were both okay, but this was not a year that His Majesty had any desire to celebrate.

And yet, time marched forward, as it always does. When August came again, after a quiet, candlelit dinner, the King took his red-tailed love by both hands, kissed her deeply, looked into the depths of her so-green eyes, and, in that voice that made her melt, whispered, “My love, I really want you to skip the celebration this year.”

This wasn’t the first year when he had made this plea, but Tera recognized that this was very different. And so, she promised him, quite earnestly, that there would be no celebrations of that day; the two of them would spend it alone. Still, Keith was sure he saw the briefest glimmer of a twinkle in her eye. He consoled himself with the fact that a promise was a promise, and his Eternal would never break a promise.

Time, of course, not only marched on. It slithered, slipped, traipsed, and tip-toed, sneaking by as everyone—human and incubi—busied themselves through their days and nights, keeping body and soul together. In the case of incubi and succubi, of course, the more bodies and souls kept together, and the more possible positions they were kept together in, the better. Even as they frolicked and fed, slipping from one world to another, one time to another, one partner to another . . . or two, or three, or . . . well, Cassie’s personal best was twenty-three . . . their individual chronometers kept moving as they were meant to move.

Therefore, as August slipped by, languid and thick with humidity, and as, even in the Realm, everyone tried to avoid being slick with sweat save when they really, truly wanted to be, the King of the Incubi received an e-mail from his physician: his presence was requested for his first ouratoscopy.

“Time for the tail exam, eh, m’boy?” was all that Uncle had to say, though Keith was sure he heard the old incubi chuckle ever so briefly under his breath. “It happens to all of us, after a certain age, of course—we have to be careful about losing dexterity and flexibility back there, for the sake of our tailselves . . . not to mention our enjoyments of life and flesh.”

“I don’t have a tailself.”

“Of course you don’t, Your Majesty! Of course you don’t,” the sage advisor said with a slight sprinkling of sarcasm and a wink that almost no one else in the Realm could get away with. His Majesty raised an eyebrow as his elder went on, feigning not to notice: “Why, I remember my first exam, when I was just about your age—What century was that?—back before the days when this was done with scanners. Why, I could barely sit down for three days! Of course, the modern methods are much gentler.”

The old man stopped, turned, leaned on his cane, and turned to his nephew: “But, as King, you must receive the traditional exam! The health of your tail is nothing to be trifled with.”

The younger, red-tailed incubi was opening his mouth to protest when Uncle held up his hand. “I know you and Tera are not much for tradition, but this is one time when I told her it was imperative. You are to receive a traditional ouratoscopy, and you are to receive it on Friday! As happens with all royalty, it is scheduled for the day before your—“

“That day is NOT being celebrated this year!” The tone of the King’s voice told the advisor that even he dare not make light of this particular statement.

The remainder of the week passed slowly. It was uneventful, as well, which allowed Keith to keep an eye out for any clandestine planning that might be going on—and there was none—but also allowed him more time than he wished to fret about what Friday would bring. Nobody ever discussed what happened at ouratoscopies—not even among incubi—save to mention the discomfort that followed. Tera knew he was worried—she saw it—but this wasn’t the sort of thing he felt like he could discuss with his wife. Following the instructions he had received from Florence (his faithful physician), the King got a prescription filled for a thermos full of odd-smelling, pink-ish liquid: “Drink a cupful every four hours the day before your test, and no tail touching!”

His Majesty complied, and, by Friday morning, a butterfly flapping its wings on the far shore of the Lake of Fire created enough breeze at the palace for the royal tail to moan. He did his best to keep the sound nearly imperceptible, but the red-tail was a mad bundle of arousal as he shuffled, ever so gingerly, into the examination suite.

“You came clothed, Your Majesty?” Floreance barely looked up from her clipboard as she made notes. “How quaint. Never mind, just try not to let them push you over the edge as you disrobe, then lie down on the examination cot.”

The dark-haired incubi was surprised that the sheets on an examination room cot were silk, or that there were feather pillows to rest his head upon. He enjoyed that feeling as he settled down, naked and prostrate, on the cot, and he heard the click of Florence’s heels and the low hum of the scanner as she entered the room, lowered the lights, and turned it on. Even though the scanner never got closer than three inches from the royal tail, Keith whimpered and sighed as it passed over his hyper-sensitive appendage. Even so, as the doctor clicked the electronic instrument off, he felt extremely relaxed. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to be the King.

There was a gentle purr, “Now to begin the traditional exam.” He saw a few of Florence’s titian locks out of the corner of his eye, and was just drowsy enough to wonder if he was dreaming when he felt the blue-tail’s soft lips of the back of his neck.

But when she squeezed his tail, running her closed hand from its base to its tip, his eyes opened wide. He wasn’t dreaming. He was sure that his aroused cries could be heard in every corner of the Realm Medical Center, but the place was actually quite well sound-proofed. He couldn’t seem to flip himself over as he grew rock-hard through the doctors clinical-yet-erotic manipulations, and, as she spent twenty minutes massaging the heart-shaped tip between her right thumb and forefinger, all while massaging his scrotum with her left hand, he was sure he was about to leave a puddle in the bed.

But there wasn’t a drop.

“So, how long do you need me to continue with this, sir?”

Able only to growl, Keith finally summoned the motor control to flip himself over, pull Florence to him, and kiss her so deeply that her knees went weak. “Y-Y-Y-Yes, indeed, Y-Your M-Majesty,” she meekly purred as she mewled and crawled out of the room.

The incubi, grateful for the end of the examination, fell back onto the cot, sighing deeply. He was just thinking about dressing and leaving when he felt soft, pillowy lips and a warm tongue around the tip of his tail. He looked down to see a caramel-skinned orange-tail whom he recognized as Suzette, Succubi Teacher of the Oral Arts. Half an hour of lingual luxuriations followed, as the incubi was driven further into arousal without release.

Succubi of all shapes and sizes, blonde, brunette, redhead, purple, blue, and pink-haired, punk and prissy, domme and delicate, continued manipulating, twisting, tantalizing, and knotting the royal tail in every conceivable fashion throughout the day. The King was constantly at the edge, sweaty, panting . . . at one point even lifted up by his sinuous red appendage as a succubi with impressive upper body strength bobbed his aching, throbbing, diamond-hard cock in and out of her equally powerful pussy lips. But he never submitted, leading each of them to a dreamy climax . . . and he never climaxed himself.

Even so, it wasn’t bad at all to be the King.

He was hungry, panting, once again face-down on the pillow, and a giant bundle of stimulation when he heard a voice over the speaker. It was Florence: “Congratulations, Your Majesty. You came through the ouratoscopy in flying colors, and don’t have to do that for another century. We’re all done with you for today.”

Keith took a deep breath, and was just about to decide whether he was strong enough to stand and dress, when he felt another tail twine around his own and felt a west of well-manicured nails walking up his spine. “Wait! I thought I was finished!” he protested.

A familiar voice, her breath warm on his ear, with the faintest scent of cherries, whispered into his ear: “You’ll be finished when I finish you.” Tera flipped him over . . . and he realized they were now in their own bedroom . . . where she proceeded to finish him.

He was able to cum several times through the night and the next day . . . when, as promised, the only celebrating involved the two of them . . . and was quite strenuous.

It was good to be the King.

Time, of course, continued to saunter down its path, and Keith, King of the Incubi, woke up the next morning snuggling his Eternal, who purred as he nibbled her ear.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the bed was surrounded by most of the succubi of the Realm, all naked, presenting themselves to him. Cassie, of course, was first. His green-eyed wife whispered, “I promised not to plan a celebration yesterday, a celebration of the end of your year gone by. But today, we are celebrating your year to come. Of course, my darling,”—she kissed him deeply, then continued breathlessly—“I’m not sure how much of that year you will need to spend right here.”

All of their guests spent the next day or two helping His Majesty celebrate life . . . again and again and again.

It was good to be the King—especially with this Queen.

Sep 04 2016

A Review of Veronica’s Awakening: Tales of the Succubus by Twisted Dave

Veronica's Awakening: Tales of the Succubus by Twisted Dave

Veronica’s Awakening: Tales of the Succubus by Twisted Dave

There are some ideas about succubi that give me pause. One of the larger ones is just how it works to have a Succubus that is also a vampire. I can’t quite accept the idea, mainly because a Succubus, at least a “true” one, is a demon and a vampire is an undead being. The two can’t quite go together.

That said, I’m okay with the idea of a “sex vampire” or a “vampire that others call a Succubus because nothing else fits.”

Being attractive isn’t always about what you look like, but rather how you hold yourself. Being strong isn’t always about how much your physical strength is. Many times it comes to just how strong you are mentally and what you have to overcome along the way to your destiny.

The work tells of:

Veronica is introduced to a world she didn’t know existed. Vampires are real and she falls victim to Andre, vampire and club manager in Mobile Alabama. Her world is violently turned upside down.

Veronica attends a club with her friends and finds herself pulled into a world of vampires and being transformed into being one. But Veronica is something more, even before she was turned and that brings about many questions. One of the largest being, just what does it mean to be a Succubus and a vampire and what happens when her newfound powers are more than she’s expected to have.

The work is mainly a vampire themed work, which at one point, after she is turned and shows some of her powers, labels Veronica as a Succubus. She isn’t one as is generally accepted, she’s more of a sex vampire who feeds on blood, semen and, it seems, the souls of those she is intimate with. It’s somewhat unclear exactly what she is feeding on, as at one point in the work she feeds unexpectly on a group of characters to their shock and surprise.

Veronica has the physical aspects of a vampiress, fangs and all, taking blood, and some of the weaknesses of being one. She’s a very sexual, and dominant, though she’s not seemingly aware she is, though the narration notes this for the reader. Later in the work, at one point of the erotica, this matters and becomes a plot point that I thought was interesting.

The erotica is vampire themed, there’s blood, one tragic end that Veronica is responsible for. A D/s erotic scene at the end of the work is very hot and was the best of the fleeting bits of erotica that come out during the story. Much of that is a hot flash, trying for some real heat, but cannot quite manage to get past the focus on blood and Veronica’s own needs.

As a whole the work is written well, I like Veronica as a character, but she needs to be developed more. Many of the supporting characters have their good points, but the aren’t in the story long enough for something to be created from them. There is a balance, a fairly good one, between erotica and story which worked well. But as for this being a story about a Succubus, having someone call Veronica that isn’t quite enough for my liking. I’d like something more to be shown that she is a Succubus and not so much a vampire. That’s unlikely to happen, all of the plot suggests she is a vampire first, possibly a Succubus second.

Two and a half out of five pitchforks.

I’m not sure I like the way the story seems to be going, mostly in how Veronica suddenly has amazing power and seems to know exactly how to use them without any help in learning them. Some of the events are, as a whole, stereotypical as Veronica seems to be “the chosen one” or something similar. There are questions left unanswered all around her, which I assume will be the focus of the next work in the series.

While I’ll accept Veronica as being a sex vampire, she’s not quite a Succubus, and in all truth there’s just something about her theat I have issues with. I think it’s mainly her personality, more than anything else. Still, I will look for the next work in the series to see just how much of a Succubus Veronica is and if the series is one about a Succubus or a vampiress.

I’m hoping, though I expect not, that it’s the former rather than the latter.



Sep 04 2016

A Review of Suck A Bus by Mark Allen

Suck A Bus by Mark Allen

Suck A Bus by Mark Allen

Many times I come across a work that has all kinds of glowing reviews. They speak of something positive in the work, that it is worth reading. While I accept that everyone’s tastes are different, I can’t always agree. There are some works that simply do not have anything in them for me to enjoy.

I’m not one for cheesy B-grade slasher movies, and I have spoken many times how the appearance of succubi in those films always means there blood and gore. Finding a work that revels in that, and really has the succubus appear for less than a page, doesn’t mean there needed to be a succubus in the first place.

  • Title: Suck A Bus
  • Author: Mark Allen
  • Length: 25 Pages
  • Publishing Date: August 3, 2012
  • This work at


The work tells the story of:

Five college students decide to spend a weekend at a cabin in the woods. All Jim wants to do it tell his best friend Karen that he loves her … but there is something lurking in the ancient cemetery that feeds on dark, forbidden desires and is far more interested in bloody carnage than romantic kisses.

A group of friends go out in the woods together. A possession comes when one of them does something foolish in a cemetery and things go very bad, very quickly.

This work reads very much like the script to a B-grade slasher movie. Not one turn or twist is unexpected, not one character isn’t stereotypical, and by the time the work comes to a close, the ending wasn’t at all a surprise.

While the title suggests there is a succubus in this work, there’s no real actual appearance of her. There is a possession and things go bad really fast, so the possessed character might be a succubus, but that’s never really made clear. Even when there is a clue about the succubus, it’s taken from second hand perspective, a discussion, and that doesn’t really go anywhere.

The work is full of tropes, stereotypical characters, and being so, I didn’t find anything, or anyone, to really care about. The entire focus of the story is in how quickly the blood flows, how bad things get, and then rushing headlong into the ending which comes as no surprise at all.

If someone was looking for horror movie cheese, then this might be the work for them. For anyone looking for a story with succubi, this isn’t it. There isn’t one to speak of, and what might pass for one only appears for a couple of paragraphs. Then the usual tropes take over and the succubus herself is long forgotten in the spilling of blood and the disasters that befall everyone involved.

Zero out of five pitchforks.

The entire work, everything that happened was telegraphed from the first page and that was disappointing. The actual appearance of the succubus herself was less than a page and she didn’t actually appear in the story. Really this is more of a script for a television movie and not a lot more.

Simply not appealing to me, and when it was over the only thing to do was sigh and shake my head.



Sep 03 2016

An interesting 3D Morrigan Aensland model YouTube

There is a game in Japan called Artificial Girl 3 which can be best described as a “dating simulator”. While I’ve not played it, nor do I really know all that much about it, I did find a YouTube of someone that had created a character for the game that looks very much like Morrigan Aensland.


If the video isn’t playable on the Tale, please try this link:

Here is an image of the avatar herself, as she appears in the video at one point:

AG3 Morrgian Aensland

I’ve always been really impressed by the talent that so many video game players have in creating content, this being a good example of that.

The model really does look quite a lot like Morrigan, but in a more natural, “real” sort of way that I think works well. There’s a sort of “cosplay” feel to her, perhaps as a means to surprise the player later on, and I do like that.

Again, I’ve not played the game, there is a link to the actual character file on the YouTube page for those that are interested…



Sep 02 2016

A Review of Princess to Pleasure Slave 10: Chaos Demons Edition by Amanda Clover

Princess to Pleasure Slave 10: Chaos Demons Edition by Amanda Clover

Princess to Pleasure Slave 10: Chaos Demons Edition by Amanda Clover

There are many stories in which succubi are minor characters and, as a whole, they are used in various ways to add a bit of sexuality to a story at best, or be used as nothing more than playthings at worst. As a whole I find that boring, uninteresting and tends to make me not like the story very much.

Mix into that a story that really doesn’t seem to have much in the way of hope, tends to be rather brutal to the characters, and really there isn’t anything to like about the main character herself, and it becomes a very difficult read. More so when the succubus character has a lot of promise but then is simply tossed aside and left in the wake of the darkness of the story itself.

  • Title: Princess to Pleasure Slave 10: Chaos Demons Edition
  • Author: Amanda Clover
  • Length: 50 Pages
  • Publishing Date: May 23, 2014
  • This work at

The story is about:

The merchant king Veritus rules over a prosperous kingdom in an otherwise inhospitable desert, but his peaceful kingdom harbors a dark secret. The King owes his good fortune to a pact with a powerful demon of chaos. In exchange for great wealth and power, King Veritus has promised the demon his firstborn daughter, Princess Olivia Veritus, when she comes of age. On the eve of the Summer Solstice, the king reveals the truth to his young daughter and throws her down into a gateway to hell.

The pampered princess is transported into a nightmare realm of suffering. Accustomed to luxury and servants, she finds herself surrounded by a lust-crazed horde of grotesque lemures. She is rescued by an enchanting succubus with something extra between her legs, but her sensual encounter with the beautiful demoness might not last with the lord of the realm searching for her. After all, he needs her womb to give birth to a future ruler.

Princess Olivia learns the price her father has paid for success and she becomes the victim of it. A moment of bliss lasts but a moment, but a price to be paid lasts for always.

The work has a World of Conan feel to it, which tends to make all of the female characters be written as vapid sex toys and they don’t really have any other purpose but to be used and then discarded as the story progresses. Most of the scenes are very dark, brutal moments of over the top sex and nothing much more.

There is but one single scene, between Oliva and Ashara, the succubus of this work, which has the barest inkling of passion. What’s the shame is the story could have taken a turn because of this, changing Olivia and telling the story with perhaps a bit more of her being less of a sexual toy and more of a character.

Everything before this scene is assorted self-pleasure, some forced monster encounters, and an overall air of doom and gloom. Everything beyond the moment between Olivia and Ashara is ever more dark, disturbing at times, and just sucked the life out of anything resembling the story, erotica or characters.

The work ends on a note which make me shake my hear and sigh. It wasn’t satisfying, it isn’t something that will stay with me either. I will admit to reading only this work in the series, and there are a lot of works to be found. I honestly have no desire to read any of them, based on this work, because I cannot find the appeal.

One pitchfork out of five.

Save for the erotic scene between Olivia and Ashara, the rest of the work didn’t have any appeal for me whatsoever. I’m sure there are those that will enjoy this work, and the series, but I just cannot find my way into things for all of the darkness that permeates everything.



Sep 02 2016

A Review of Gwen’s Succubus Lover by Lucinda Leigh

Gwen's Succubus Lover by Lucinda Leigh

Gwen’s Succubus Lover by Lucinda Leigh

The concept of a succubus can be different things to different souls. At the core, however, the need for sex, whatever kind it may be, seems to be unshakable. When a work needs the erotica to tell the story, there is a danger that the story is pushed aside, left behind. It also becomes a problem when who the succubus is can’t quite be resolved or their name continuously shares one out of the story.

Craving sex sometimes means the attraction you have brings the thing you need. Sometimes the need you have takes a form you don’t understand. Sometimes understanding isn’t as important as the craving it leaves behind.

  • Title: Gwen’s Succubus Lover
  • Author: Lucinda Leigh
  • Length: 20 Pages
  • ASIN: B01LBH23F0
  • Publishing Date: August 30, 2016
  • This work at

The work tells of:

Jethro Rom’lik of the planet Xanthar was headed back to his ship to leave the Earth planet for good when he smelled the most alluring scent—a human female in desperate sexual need. As a male, it wasn’t easy to resist the urge to seek out such a woman. But as a succubus, it was impossible to stay away.

Gwen was on a mission—she was going to lose her virginity to someone who could give her multiple orgasms. According to her friends, most guys could barely last through one of them, let alone two!

Luckily for her, Jethro was up for the challenge…

Gwen needs to scratch her itch and she’s intent on finding the one person that can do so. But the person she finds isn’t quite what she expected. The ride she gets isn’t anything like what she imagined.

There are quite a few odd things in this story. Naming a succubus Jethro is odd. Having him describe himself as a succubus is odd. Not explaining why he is a succubus is odd. Having Gwen crave sex, and not explain that, is odd.

There are quite a few unanswered questions which left me wondering about a number of events and comments in the work. Overall, the focus of the story is having Jethro and Gwen in the midst of what really is a porn movie scene and not really erotica. It’s a shame because telling more about Gwen’s story would have been interesting. Explaining Jethro’s view of himself, telling more about him being an alien on Earth, and why, would be interesting.

And that’s the real problem here. The story isn’t interesting because the time spent setting up Gwen’s character doesn’t lead towards anything as a whole. The characters are not developed, really they are almost stereotypical in their actions, their personalities, and what each of them desires.

It appears this work is the start of a series, and if it is, there’s a lot about Jethro and his kind that could be explored. But keeping the focus on the erotica and leaving so much story undeveloped means, to me, that there’s no heat, no connection to the characters. It’s a shame because the single question, why Jethro is a succubus, and what that means here, is a really important question.

The erotica takes up the majority of the work, but it isn’t so much erotica as it is a porn scene that happens to have one character describing themselves as a succubus, and an alien for that matter. It’s not critical to the story, the comment about being a succubus could be removed and it wouldn’t change a thing about the story.

There’s not really anything that Jethro does that is, overall, succubus-like. Certainly many things he does are alien-like, but not succubus. He’s dominant, he’s actually well over the top dominant, almost caveman-like at one point.

The work closes in a way that felt like it was rushed. It does leave the door open to further works in the series to come, but it’s not a satisfying ending for me. The writing has promise, mainly in the story telling outside of the erotica, but the erotica itself reads too stereotypical and thin for my liking.

One out of five pitchforks.

If Jethro is a succubus, that really needs to be explained if the author continues this series. I’ll accept shapeshifting, calling him a “male succubus” which other authors have used. But as things stand, he’s more incubus than succubus.

There’s a story, but it’s hidden by the erotica and as such there’s just something missing, something that could have made this more than just the heat that it is. Gwen seems to be something more than her need for sex, and perhaps that’s where the series needs to go and explore before anything else.



Sep 01 2016

Succubi Image of the Week 450

The summer is almost past, but that only means there needs to be at least one piece of Succubi art before it leaves. A Succubi in a bikini, of course, just has to appear…

Summer Fun by upshdragoon

Summer Fun by upshdragoon

This is called Summer Fun and is by the artist upshdragoon on DeviantArt. You can find the original page with this art here and this artist’s page can be found here.

There’s just so much fun here honestly… Her smile, the pose, the swisch of her tail, her bikini, the style of her hair, her horns, it all just tells a wonderful story about her I think. Yes, a little cartoonish, but I think that just adds to the overall fun and cuteness which I just adore…

There’s just something about her, as a character, beyond this particular look that makes me ponder a story or two about her…

Hopefully, I’ll manage something fun…