Dec 02 2009

Tinkerbell the Succubus Costume… Seriously?

I’m still looking at Succubus costumes, yes I know that I have found few that I like and more than a few that just make me go ewww…

But this one I like in an odd way…

Tinkerbell the Succubus CostumeI’ll explain that reason why in a little bit…

What you get with this costume is the following: A red satin lycra dress with sequin trimming, a red cloth choker to match the dress as well as a pair of matching fingerless gloves. A headband with soft red horns, and lastly a pair of soft red wings on a wire frame that attach to the back of the dress…

The pitchfork, shoes and fishnet stockings shown in the picture do not come with this outfit…

It sells for $20 USD and can be found on the web at many adult costume shops under it’s package name of Sexy Devil Tinkerbell…

Odd name but it fits the look doesn’t it?

Now, if you were to wear this, the fishnets and shoes would be a must to complete the look, so that’s to be kept in mind on this outfit…

What makes me contemplate this as a choice is mostly for the wings and the dress. I wouldn’t do much to the wings, but I would fix the hem of the dress to remove all of that ripped looking material to make it a little classier…

I would also get rid of the fingerless gloves as they look to be the ones that never seem to stay in place once you put them on…

I’ll give this 3 pitchforks out of 6… Just because of the idea of Tinkerbell being devilish or Succubish…

Still looking….

Tera

Dec 01 2009

Temptations XXXVII – The Grotto – Part V

This week’s Tale of Temptations of the Succubi Queen reveals that not even the Queen can do every single thing exactly right all of the time…

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Temptations XXXVII – The Grotto – Part V

By TeraS and Thamior, Cyprusmage, and Darkwalker’s Shadow

Tera answered Tristan first, “The others cannot leave until their choices are made… Some will help in the defense of the library… Some will decide to leave… That is their right….” She looked in the direction from where they came from and said, “Once changed, for many they are part of this place… Others are sent back into their worlds with a new perspective on love and passion I hope…. For in the end that is the most important lesson of this place…. For those that are willing to take the lesson to heart…”

She walked from the waters and stepped on the shore, “There is nothing more important than the world that is created in love…. At least for most… Some are not that understanding… Come along John… You too Tristan… You need to see her too…”

Tera led them up a winding path that curved around the waters plunging off the waterfall until they came to the ledge where the statue stood. It was positioned so that her view was over the bay and into the waters beyond, a sun seemingly floating on the horizon far away. She was made of what looked like white marble. Her clothing was askew over her. She was in mid stride a look of concern on her face, frozen in time.

Tera sighed and then gently rubbed a hand along the frozen woman’s right arm as she said, “She was Pamela. She was once a woman looking for love in all the wrong places… She came to me and asked for help to find that love… I gave her the wish and she was happy…. Until she came home and found him dust in the middle of her home, a blue axe embedded in the floor in the middle of the pile of ash…”

Tera’s hand dropped away, “She wanted revenge on the one that destroyed what she had been given. Without my knowledge she searched for the source and found it. And she paid the price… I found out later that she had been infected with a creature that turned her to stone over time…. And her time ran out…”

She brushed tears from her eyes and then said, “She was my oldest, dearest friend and now she’s gone… I can’t bring her back… The creature is within her heart and has frozen her like this… If I try to break the transformation, the creature will explode her heart and she will die in pain…. I can’t do that to her… I hope that removing the threat that did this will destroy the creature within her…. I hope…”

Tera looked at John and Tristan and said, “This is how battles begin…. With the loss of one life… And many others have fallen since from this…”

The parasite Tera mentioned was unknown to him. A brief check of his memory brought up nothing. Even if he didknow what it is, there was little doubt that he could not succeed where Tera failed. Unless…

Focusing on the stone woman, he attempted to glimpse her pattern, and found a glimmer of hope. While her pattern lacked the vibrance of living tissue, it was not completely inert like stone. It was…some strange mixture, a state of flux between life and death. Tera was right; it was possible to save her.

But the threat of the parasite exploding from inside made extracting it highly difficult. Could he do it, perhaps? There were rituals for removing possession…and according to his Vision the creature was indeed a spirit. Class Four Corporeal Manifestation.

“Hmm,” he said slowly, still considering the possibilities, “Tricky…but do-able. Her spirit is still tethered to her physical body, so at least we can bring her back. But removing that parasite’ll take some work. I think…I think I can do it…if you don’t mind giving me access to some of the tomes in your library.”

Tristan remained silent as Tera provided the answer to his query.  It was, he figured, the most satisfying answer he would probably get out of her.  After that he held his tongue, following her obediently along the path until they reached the petrified woman above.  It was a depressing sight, as those who had been placed under a petrification curse normally was.  His hazel eyes softened slightly in the shadows of his hat as Tera explained the woman’s plight.  The mistress of the library’s voice seemed to waver with emotion he had previously not seen from her, and the way she caressed the statue spoke volumes to the young hunter.  In his first real moment of compassion towards their host, Tristan placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.  It was rather bold of him to do so, but it felt like the right thing to do, and his hand did not linger.  It was his silent condolences, and that was all.  After that he watched as John took a closer look at the statue.  The mage seemed more interested in fixing the woman here and now, but Tristan suspected they would need to find the owner of this blue axe before any curse could be broken…

“So…what is the source of this curse?  Do you know the owner of this blue axe?” Tristan asked quietly.

Tera looked at John and said, “If we stop what caused this then we will have time to free her…. But…. And I regret this in ways I cannot express… We can’t spend what precious time there is left to us here when the treat remains waiting for the moment to strike….” She seemed to focus on something else for a moment and then said, “The others are not as yet ready for the search… If you wish to try you have some small time to you, but it is little and may be fruitless… But that is up to you John… It always has been….”

She then focused her attention of Tristan and replied, “Thank you for your concern Tristan… I want her back… So much so… Someday she will be freed…. I promise that….” Tera sighed and then said, “There is several possibilities for the owner of the blue axe… The most obvious one is the Norse God Thor… Otherwise there are several Orcs and a few Weres that have used a similar weapon…”

Tera bit her lip and said in a soft voice, “The axe is in the special collections room….”

This woman, whoever she was, had information they needed. But as Tera said, time was not on their side, and he needed at least an hour to research the necessary ritual. There was, however, one high-risk option.

Reaching into his coat, John triggered a conjuration ritual, one he had prepared in advance. From inside his coat, he pulled out a rather large, black leather doctor’s bag. Setting it on the ground, he knelt down and opened it, pulling out what appeared to be a rather old and large pocket watch. It had been a gift from a friend, one that contained a powerful spell. The downside was, the spell was single-use only, and thus far he had abstained from using it. Saving it for when it would be needed. Now, he felt, was such a time. It crossed his mind that Tera could replicate the spell on her own, but he didn’t raise the issue.

“Tera,” he said, showing her the watch, “This contains a powerful time-dialation spell. I’m going to use this in the library to give myself the time I need to research an exorcism ritual. Do I have your permission?”

Tera sighed a bit at John’s request and then explained, “John…. There is a old tale that says you learn what you need to in the fullness of time…. Speeding up time here isn’t going to work for you…”

She cupped her hands together and then separated them revealing a glowing miniature version of the library to him. Tera explained, “This is the library as each reality and person individually sees it….”

Then the image changed into a blur of multiple images of the library. The windows changed, the bricks changed. The architecture changed. The library twisted upon itself and then untwisted again before the whole process began again.

Tera said calmly, “There are so many times and moments within the library that if you used a time spell within these walls you would speed up time… Yours as well… I don’t think you are prepared to lose twenty years of your life in an instant John… Save your spell for the right moment…”

Then she nodded in the direction they had come in, “You can always use the card catalog to find what you seek… Just be very very specific on what you want or you will be misdirected towards similar items that may not be exactly what you want…”

He thought this was the right moment. Regardless, he still had a chance at finding the necessary spell. Nodding to Tera, he ran off back to the main library, passing from the jungle scene to one of nothing but darkened shelves. His Vision was of little use at long range, but it allowed him a decent amount of clarity when choosing his direction in the short term. He found his way into what looked like an empty area, surrounded by aisles of bookshelves. Against one shelve was a large box with a hinged lid. Looking inside, he found several rows of index cards.

“Ookay…” he muttered, flicking through the cards. First he considered looking for ‘parasite’, then thought otherwise. Instead, he looked through the ‘S’ section until he found ‘Spirits’. A minute’s search later, and he had the index card for ‘Spirits, parasitic’. Glancing around him, he ran off down the aisles, looking for the right book.

He noticed, with his Vision, that the corridors of the library seemed to be changing, warping themselves around him. As he ran, he realised that the library was helping him find what he was looking for. When he noticed that warping slowing down, he stopped and looked around him. There, on the shelf to his left, was the book he was looking for. Mouthing a “thank you” to the library in general, he took the book from the shelf and ran off back where he came, feeling the library re-shape itself again to bring him closer to Tera. He could learn to like this place…

He flicked through the pages of the tome, and slowed his pace when he realised how old it was. The pages were wrinked in places, cracked in others, and they had all browned with age. Thankfully, the writing was still legible, and he could still make out some of the diagrams. There, on one page, was a rough image of what he’d seen inside that statue woman; a parasitic spirit, class four just as he’d thought. And detailed below were a few handy hints. A plan formed in his mind, and knowing what to do, he closed the book and quickly made his way back to Tera.

Arriving out of breath, he took a minute to calm down before speaking.
“OK…” he said, book held under one arm, “I need…a small birch log, about a foot long…and an empty jar.”

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Can he do it?

We’ll see next week…

Tera

Nov 30 2009

Storm Clouds XXX – 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...

Added some to Chapter 8 again and pushed forwards in the story just slightly…

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Storm Clouds

Chapter 7

By TeraS

“Thomas, talk to me.”

Camilla stood there, looking quite concerned. Tom found himself looking at her, not with the panic he had at first, but, instead, with an odd curiosity.

He let out a snort, “I’m good. You wouldn’t understand.”

“That you lost someone close to you? That you where hurt? Still are? Always will be?”

Tom didn’t answer that. He could, but he felt like she was getting into something that she had no right to. So instead of answering, he turned away from her and looked at the landscape around him.

The rows and rows of grave markers made it clear that this was a place of rest for those who had passed on. For a moment, he wondered how someone like Camilla could be killed, and then shoved that thought away.

It wasn’t something that he needed to think about.

Camilla frowned, “You haven’t got a lock on pain, Thomas. No one does. Not ever.”

He thrust his hands into his pockets, “Alright, I’ll assume that you are telling me the truth and that you aren’t going to kill me.” He heard her coming closer. Passing him, she nodded as her tail moved from side to side behind her. “Why me?”

Her tail stopped, “That’s not for me to tell you. If you want to know, you’ll have to ask Tera about that.”

He managed a smile, “Passing the buck or thinking that I can’t handle it?”

A shrug, “Both.”

He walked up to her, looking at how she had changed. She was still the girl he had met not that long ago, just with some optional extras added to her. If he overlooked those, she was still a woman… No. That was wrong. She was what she was, but she didn’t lie to him … that one thing made her trustworthy.

“Alright. I’ll talk to her later. Camila, what … why are you?”

She rubbed her hands along the side of her dress, “We aren’t all evil, nor are we all good. We make choices just like you do. Sometimes they are good ones, sometimes they are bad ones, but we choose to do and be what we are.”

“Nice speech.”

She winked, “Thanks… Been working on that for centuries, actually.”

“Now how about the unvarnished truth?”

She nodded, “In short, I believe we are in limbo between light and dark, that both want us and both are afraid of us. You can think of us as wildcards, Thomas, but there is one thing, one promise that we have made that we can’t forget … people like you have to make your own choices, decisions, and actions …”

He put a hand up: “I didn’t choose to be here.”

“Oh yes you did. You chose to come. You chose to knock on the door. You chose to see what you could find out. All of that was your choice.” She waved a hand, “All of this followed because it had to; you would have never accepted a lie…”

He thought about that and came to the decision that she was right. He wouldn’t have let this lie, ignored it, moved on. That wouldn’t have happened because it was not his nature to do that.

“Besides giving me the breadcrumbs to find you, why did you pick me?”

Camilla shook her head, “Can’t say.”

A question came to him, “Tell me something. Are there angels and all that other stuff?”

“Yes. Angels, devils, dragons, faeries, and more are all real. It’s just that your world has forgotten about the wonders around it … most of the time.”

“So what are you, exactly.”

She looked almost embarrassed, “Beings like me are Succubi, Thomas. There are Incubi here as well.”

He arched an eyebrow, “I’ve heard of those.”

“No. You have heard of something like us, not us.”

“Explain.”

“A Succubus or Incubus kills through sex. We don’t. We gave that up ages ago just to be able to be who what we are right now; independent beings that serve no one.”

Tom thought that over, “Okay, so you split away and you do what you want.”

A slight nod.

“That’s dangerous, Camilla. No rules means nothing to control you.”

A smile, “But there is: one very important thing, Thomas. We know the past. We won’t go back to it again.”

Tom wiped a hand over his eyes, “You know that this is all too much to take in.”

Her hand was soft and gentle on his shoulder, “You are, really, one of the few people that can handle this, Thomas. Most people would be screaming and running in circles at this point.”

“What makes you think I won’t?”

“Curiosity … You want to know the secrets. Your mind is wanting to know answers to questions you have had since the day you were born. Most of all, you won’t let yourself back down from a fight, Thomas.”

Tom thought that over for a while. It was true that he was wondering about a lot of things … more than he wanted to be. But three things came to the forefront. He had a mystery. He had a job to do … and he had a promise to keep.

He looked her straight in the eye, “I need a partner in this; someone who knows the lay of the land; someone who will watch my back.”

She nodded, “You always will in our world.”

He offered his hand, “I … I will trust you Camilla. I trust that you will watch out for me.”

She took his hand, “I promise. I want a promise from you, too: wherever this goes, whoever did it, whatever it takes, you won’t walk away.”

They shook on it and then Tom asked, “Where are we? Fill me in.”

“You are in what you would understand as our cemetery.” She pointed towards the mountain covered in fog at the edge of the markers, “It continues far up the mountain, almost to the very top. Everyone whom we can return home is here. Some never return and we are less for that. Otherwise, from the first of us to the last of us, our bodies rest here.”

Then she pointed into the distance to Tom’s right where three figures collected themselves around a marker, “Her family is up there.”

“Let’s go. I want to talk to them.”

It took them a good fifteen minutes of walking before Thomas got his first good look at Patricia’s family. Her husband was talking to their children, trying to explain to them, Thomas assumed, what had happened and why their Mother would not be returning to them.

The husband was a short blonde man, unassuming, someone you wouldn’t look twice at in the street. He wore a darker suit, in comparison to the children. Looking at the children, Tom was struck with the realization that neither of them had horns or tails.

“Why don’t the kids have horns and a tail like you — or their father, for that matter?”

“They haven’t decided if they want to be like us. So they are simply children with their own ideas and goals. If they decide to become like us, then they’ll have to go through the ceremony and be picked by a Tail.”

“Picked? By a Tail? How does that work?”

She shook her head, “I’ll explain later. Not in front of the children. We protect them from what we are so that they can make up their own minds…”

With that, Camilla’s horns and tail shimmered and vanished, but her clothing remained transformed. As they came within earshot of Patricia’s family she added, “I’d thank you not to talk about it please.”

Tom nodded, but resolved to ask Camilla more questions about their rules later. After all, rules were meant to be broken in the eyes of some people … Reaching the father, Tom offered his hand, “My sympathies upon your loss, sir.”

The other man stood and paused for a moment before taking the offered hand, “Thank you. Name’s ‘Brent.’” The grip was firm but not overwhelming, although Tom had the distinct feeling that he was being judged at that moment by this man.

A nod, “Tom. I’d like some of your time.”

Camilla went to the kids, soon hugging them and drawing their attention away from Tom and their father. She gave him a nod, and Tom took that as his chance to start his questioning, assuming that Brent agreed.

Brent spoke to the kids, “Okay you two, go with Auntie Camila; her friend wants to talk to me. Now be good, right?”

A chorus of, “Yes Father”, and then Camilla and the kids began to walk towards a path leading away from the grave markers.

Brent then rested a hand on the marker which Tom now saw had Patricia’s name on it, “I’ve been told that you are looking into my wife’s death. I’ve been told that Tera asked you to do this. That true?”

“She did, I was investigating before I knew about what you people are. She’s hard to say ‘no’ to…”

A chuckle: “She’s the Queen. Rarely pushes people, mostly suggests and guides when needed. But she has always let people choose to disappoint her or not.”

“Have you?”

“I’ve disappointed myself.”

Storm Clouds

Chapter 8

By TeraS

Tom was not exactly surprised at those words. Survivors usually did blame themselves for things that happened to their loved ones. Some couldn’t handle the pain and didn’t stay in the world, taking what they thought was the easy way out. Others became vigilantes, trying to take an ounce of flesh or more from the person, persons, or thing that took what they loved away. Tom’s concern was a being of power losing control and wrecking havoc.

A being like Brent.

Tom started where he needed to, “Why? What could you have done?”

Brent placed his right fist into the palm of his left hand, “I could have been with her. I could have stopped it.”

“So why weren’t you?”

For a moment, just a moment, a shadow fell over Brent’s face as he replied, “Because I was stupid enough to get trapped in a ward set by a mage.”

“Explain that.”

A pair of black horns shimmered into view at Brent’s temples and his black tail formed behind him, that tail almost lifeless, not moving as Tom had seen Camilla’s do almost constantly.

“Summonings are a bitch. Any idiot with the right book and a fragment of knowledge can summon us into their world. They can summon anything. The stupider ones go and summon beings that they can’t control and then in a panic they summon another being to try and save their worthless hides.”

“Which were you?”

A snort, “The latter. The ass summoned a Darkweaver: ugly horrid tentacle thing that likes to hide in shadows and kill the unwary that get too close. The ass summoned it thinking that he would use it to kill a rival. He didn’t expect that it would try to eat him instead.”

Brent rubbed his fist twice, “So in the middle of that happening,  he grabbed his book and tossed out a summoning spell with no focus. I was unlucky enough to be nearby and got dragged into it.”

Tom held up a hand, “You haven’t said where you were.”

“You remember that house that burned to a crisp on the lower west side the same night that … that Patricia left me?”

A nod was Tom’s answer. That was in the papers. A two story, hundred year old house went up that night. One body was found in the mess, the morgue didn’t even bother trying to identify it, there was not a lot left.

“I was the closest being to him, so I went from being at home with the kids to standing in the middle of a bloodbath. The mage didn’t last five seconds after I got there. The Darkweaver then turned its attention to me and I had to kill it…. Otherwise it would get loose in the city. Couldn’t let that happen.”

”Why”

He laughed, “Because the Queen forbids it. She says that we’ll never get recognition for what we do, but someday it will matter. So I cornered it in the basement, lit some hellfire in the floor to surround it and then burned the place to the ground.”

“Arson?”

Brent didn’t flinch at that, “Burn it or watch others die, me first, then whomever got in its way. Arson was the quickest way to stop it. So I did it. You can take me to jail if you want for that.”

Tom pushed on, “You have more important things to deal with. And two kids to look after.”

The tears that formed in Brent’s hurt eyes were something that Tom had seen before.

Brent wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, “I couldn’t leave until I was sure that thing was dead. I stayed in the flames watching the place turn to ash because I had to be sure it was gone. When the fire department had the flames under control and I couldn’t sense anything else there, I portaled out back to our home… When I came through I. … I felt her die.”

This was confusing to Tom, “How could you do that?”

Brent started to play with a silver ring on his right hand, “She was more than my wife. She was … is, my Eternal as I am hers. When something happens, something really bad, we know…”

Tom took that at face value, “Why didn’t you go to her?”

Brent gave him a look, “I did, dammit! I portaled as close as I could and ran to her, but the mall cops were there trying to save her and I couldn’t reveal myself, not even to save her. Then your people arrived and it was far too late to do anything more…”

Tom could see the anger in Brent’s eyes, “If I had left, if I had just assumed the fire would have done its job, if I wasn’t so focused on that … thing … I might have felt her in trouble and gotten there sooner, taken her back here and our healers might have saved her…”

Tom felt like he was walking on egg shells, “You won’t believe me, but I know what you mean. Do yourself a favor … get yourself together and real quick. You have two kids that need their father right now. If you forget them I’ll slap you myself so that you remember.”

The dangerous look in Brent’s eyes vanished at the mention of his children, “They have no idea what’s really happened, or it hasn’t hit them yet … what the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“Be a father. Be their father. At least you have that to comfort you Brent. I wasn’t that lucky …”

Brent looked off in the distance where Camilla and the children had vanished behind a small rise moments before, “Luck? I’m all out of that. All that’s left is…”

“Is getting on your feet, making sure those kids of yours know that you are going to be there for them, and that their mother loves them. Not loved.”

A nod, “They know. They’ve always known that. It was the first thing we said when we found them.”

Tom’s replied held a question he had, “Adopted. Camilla told me but not why.”

“One of the things that marks us is that we can’t have kids. Legend has it that as part of the price for being free, the pound of flesh that was taken in return was that we would never have our own. But like any being that deals with contracts, a loophole was found. They never said that we couldn’t adopt them.”

Tom smirked, “Nice. Good deed in place of a bad one. So you got your freedom and then took it upon yourselves to… what? Take kids you wanted to fill a void in you?”

Brent’s tail, for the first time, rose into the air and then pointed itself at Tom, “No. We go through the same steps that you would to adopt them. We don’t cheat and we don’t pick. Every single one of them is loved by all of us. We’ll protect them, let them choose their own way no matter what.”

“And if they choose not to be like you?”

Brent’s tail drooped a bit, “Then they choose that. We stay with them in your world as long as we can. At least until they have their own lives to lead. Then we fade away from them.”

“That hurts doesn’t it?”

Brent sighed, “More than you know. We still look over them, watch them grow old and then… Then we mourn them… It’s a lousy life when you have to watch your kids pass on before you do.”

Tom asked the obvious question, “How old are you really?”

“Going on three millennia.”

“Holy Crap.”

Brent chuckled, “Pretty much. Seen a lot, loved just one, and now I don’t know what the future brings to us.”

“You hoping that the kids follow you?”

Another nod, “Have to. But I won’t push them, not an inch. They’ll know when the time is right and then… Then if they want it, its theirs freely.”

“And if not?”

Brent’s tail and horns shimmered and vanished again, “Then it will be like a dream to them and they’ll continue in their lives never knowing the truth. But I will, and I’ll still be their father.”

Tom considered that, knowning that even beings of power believed in free choice was a small comfort. He wanted to continue to a question about Patricia. but before he could, Brent started walking off in the direction of the kids.

“Sorry Tom, I know that they are safe, but I don’t want to be away from them.”

Tom caught up with him in a couple of strides, “Would you tell me what Patricia did for a living? That might give me a place to start.”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

Brent nodded, “Nothing. She stayed home, looked after the kids and that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“And you?”

He reached into a pocket and then handed a card to Tom, “You won’t believe it.”

Tom looked at the card and didn’t believe it. There in black and white was proof that the universe had a wicked sense of humor. The card read, “Brent B. The Daily Times. Gossip.” It was so weird that he asked, “So tell me then, who’s the mayor seeing?”

Brent’s eyes actually had a spark of mischief in them, “If I told you, you’d fall over from shock.”

Putting the card away, Tom sighed, “Probably. I don’t believe the porn star rumor myself.”

Brent had a look like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, so Tom asked, “You make enemies over your job?”

That question brought Brent to a sudden stop and then he shook his head, “Nah, they wouldn’t do something like this over something so trivial.”

“Who’s they?”

As the two of them crested over the hill, the answer wasn’t what Tom expected…

“It would be easier to list the ones that aren’t…”

Nov 29 2009

Smoke & Mirrors – A Succubus Manip

I know that last week I gave a preview of another manip of a Succubus that I am working on, but this week’s is something that’s finally done and so…

A long time ago I was sent a PM on the Collective to make a manip about someone using smoking to hypnotize someone… Now I don’t smoke and really don’t see the point in it…

But I was, or still am mostly, involved in an RP in the MC Garden in which there was a scene in which the Succubus used a cigarette and smoking to ensnare someone…

Smoke and Mirrors by TeraS

Smoke and Mirrors by TeraS

So that’s what this manip’s story is based on…

Not a lot of actual Succubiness in this image save for the tint of green in her eyes and the red of her nails… Special thank yous to James for fixing the randomness that was the story before he worked his magic upon it…

The next one will have a lot more Succubi in it by far..

 

Tera

Nov 28 2009

Wearing the Succubi Horns – Untitled by Cirith

This story is the work of the writer Cirith on the MC Garden (Link is in the right sidebar over there…) She didn’t have a title for this story of a Succubus, so I have simply left it as an untitled work here as well…

*huggles and thankies for Cirith*

Thank you so much for doing this!

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Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

Using a finger to mark her place, Paige put down her pen and picked up her mobile phone. It was Halloween. Everybody else in the house was busy getting ready for the big “Angels and Devils” party with the other Greek houses.  Nobody should have time to be texting her.

Flipping open the phone, she scanned the text from her best friend Sarah. It contained three words – shes started rounds

Nothing more was needed. “She” was Darcy Thorndike, legacy and current President of the sorority. Blonde hair, blue eyes and a body to die for – think Pamela Anderson with class – Darcy also had a determined streak and a cunning brain. Her rise to President in her junior year and the manner in which she ran the house were testament to that. If Paige wasn’t dressed for the party when Darcy knocked on her door, the consequences would be extremely unpleasant. And quite possibly, public.

Swearing vehemently, Paige dropped the phone and hurried to her closet. Flinging clothes everywhere in her wake, she finally dug out the box from the costume shop that had arrived two days earlier.

“Okay, Sarah,” Paige muttered as she stripped. “Let’s see how you’ve managed to keep both me and Darcy happy.”

The open box yielded an array of items. Stockings, garters and gloves in black. A dark red corset in brocade, trimmed in tiny black lace ruffles. A short black skirt with a slit up one leg and a sleek red tail. There was a note pinned to it that read Sorry, they were out of pants, S. Lastly, there was a pair of small, shiny red horns on a sleek black band.

The costume fit like it was made for her and all that was missing were shoes. Brow furrowed, Paige dove back into her closet. Where had she put those spike heel, knee high, black leather boots?

Fully dressed, Paige stood before the mirror. She really didn’t look too bad. The costume was pretty classy and the horns managed to look both adorable and sexy. In fact, she felt sexy, and she could almost swear her eyes had taken on a glow.

“Paige? Paige!” The bedroom door slammed open and a buxom, scantily clad angel burst into the room.

“Really, Darcy, didn’t you ever learn to knock?” The words left her mouth before Paige could stop them. Uh-oh, she thought as Darcy’s eyes narrowed.

“How dare you speak to……..” The angry words died off as Darcy took in Paige’s attire. Her eyes seemed to bulge and her mouth dropped open. Paige felt a little shiver of power at the other girl’s stunned expression.

“As you can see,” Paige said silkily, moving towards Darcy, “I’m all dressed for the party. No need to worry, after all.”

Darcy nodded mutely. She couldn’t seem to tear her eyes off Paige, and her breathing seemed to be getting a little faster.  Paige stepped closer to the girl, put a hand on her cheek.

“Are you all right?” she asked concerned. This behaviour was not at all like Darcy.

Something like a moan made its way from between Darcy’s lips. Her face was flushed, her breathing ragged and her nipples were clearly visible through the white bikini top she was wearing.

Driven by impulse, Paige ran her hand down the girl’s cheek and along her neck slowly. Keeping her eyes locked on Darcy’s, she let it drift lower until it cupped the girl’s breast. At the stroke of her fingers over the nipple, Darcy mewed in pleasure and pressed closer.

“You like that, do you?” Paige murmured. In a sudden movement, she spun Darcy around so they were both looking in the mirror. Her eyes glowed softly as she draped one arm across Darcy’s waist and used the other to pull away the girl’s bikini top.

Darcy’s eyes had become glazed, her breathing rapid. She swayed a little as Paige began fondle her breasts; first one then the other with firm, teasing strokes. As Paige slid her other arm beneath the spangled sarong and panties she wore, Darcy moaned and arched her hips eagerly.

“Look at you,” Paige murmured in to the girl’s ear as she slid a finger between her folds. “So aroused. So mindlessly overcome with lust. I could tell you to do anything right now, and you’d do it willlingly. I could make you put your face between my legs and put your mouth to proper use, and you wouldn’t hesitate.”

Paige paused, and slid a second finger inside Darcy. The girl gasped, then began to grind herself against Paige’s hand.

“In fact,” Paige’s grin was wicked, “why don’t you beg me to let you do that?”

“Please, Paige. Please let me eat you out.” Darcy was whimpering in arousal and frustration – the need to obey and the need to cum at war within her. “ I need to lick, I need to ….OOOhhhhh!” She moaned in ecstasy as Paige’s thumb found her clit.

“Perhaps later, pet. Right now, I think I’d better give you what you really want.” Increasing the rhythm between the girl’s legs, Paige brought her other hand up to Darcy’s face. Tilting it round to her own, she murmured “Come for me, pet” before kissing her.

Paige felt the orgasm overwhelm Darcy. Torrents of rich sexual energy snaked through the kiss into Paige. She’d never felt this alive, this sexy, this powerful before.

Releasing a dazed Darcy, Paige checked her outfit in the mirror. After a last sultry smile for her reflection, she opened the bedroom door.

“Hurry up, Darcy!” she called over her shoulder as she walked down the hall. “I have a feeling this is going to be a party to remember!”

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Just a yummy transformation story!

Thank you again Cirith for playing in the Realm!

Tera

Nov 27 2009

A Cute Succubus Guitar YouTube…

A reader of the Tale sent me a note about this YouTube created by Juha Ylimaki. He created this animation of a Succubus playing a guitar…

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRHCPox2M_U

And in case the embedding doesn’t work:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SRHCPox2M_U

I wish that it was larger, but it looks really good, the animation is very smooth…

I just wish that there was some tail action as well in this…

Tera

Nov 26 2009

Succubi Image of the Week 101

I reached far back in the Succubus files for this Succubi Image of the Week…

And in doing so, there are questions that I can’t find answers to as usual it seems…

Black Succubus by Unknown Artist

It’s a wonderful image full of details and deliciousness… I have nothing on the artist or anything else about this work…

As always, any ideas are wished for!

Tera

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