Oct 30 2009

An Asian Succubus/Devil Girl Poster…

I was sent this image by a reader of the Tale last night and I would love to be able to own a large copy of it…

But there’s no way to contact the artist…

Asian Devil Girl by Binh Nguyen

This is entitled Devil Girl by the artist Binh Nguyen. The problem is, although I have a name, and I even have a website and email…

None of it works.

And that is really disappointing…

If anyone should read this and have an idea on how to contact this artist…

And no, Google isn’t a help in this…

Please let me know?


Oct 29 2009

Succubi Image of the Week 97

This week we have a sort of two for one Succubi Image of the Week… Well at least one Succubus and then someone with her that isn’t one really…

Angel and Devil by Scott Lewis

This is Angel and Devil by Scott Lewis… A beautiful pencil artwork that, for those that know me, reflects something very important to me…



Oct 28 2009

A Fuzzy Succubus Costume…

Well Halloween is only a couple of days away… I’m mostly ready with what I am going to wear for our Halloween get-together…

But that doesn’t mean that I can’t keep looking at other ideas…

And shaking my head over them…

Fuzzy Succubi

I really think that this idea was something like…

Hey we have a bunch of these red fuzzy dresses we need to sell! Put horns with them and sell them as Devil Costumes…

Honestly I can’t see the point in this idea…

Anyway, what you get is a red stretch velvet dress with marabou trim that laces up in the back, a pair of fuzzy red devil wings with glitter flames, and devil horns.

I think that overall, this is okay for something you might wear to a “PG” rated Halloween party, but I wouldn’t feel really sexy wearing it…

This sells for $60 US..

I’ll give it one and half out of five pitchforks…

Lots better to be seen…


Oct 27 2009

Temptations XXXII – The Grotto – Part II

The story of the Mage meeting the Queen of the Succubi continues, but what is he getting into?

And who is this that is barging into the Queen’s Domain?

Things get a bit more complicated as Tristan, played by Cyprusmage, appears…


Temptations XXXII – The Grotto – Part II

By TeraS and Thamior and Cyprusmage

Tera pointed into the distance and said, “Goto the main staircase of the library. Something is occurring there. Someone has entered my domain. Forced their way inside. I suggest that you convince them that they should behave here or….”

She smiled and then turned away from him to disappear down a aisle of books…

He didn’t believe for one moment that someone could possibly “force” their way into Tera’s realm. Anyone who got in got in because she allowed it. They might think they’ve broken in, but in reality, she always had the final say in the matter. Especially since she would have been responsible for putting both of them in the same dimensions.

But he knew that there could be trouble if this other person was left unchecked. If he didn’t do something about it, then Tera would, and that didn’t sound like such a good idea. Shaking his head, he followed her directions in search of the perpetrator. Although eager to spring into action but moments ago, now he felt somewhat put-upon, more like a puppet than a man.

Squinting, he tried to glimpse the pattern around him as he walked down an aisle lined by bookshelves. As before, the image was erratic, and difficult to comprehend, but he managed to notice an unusual fluctuation within the pattern. It was a person, but not normal. Probably human…human-shaped, at least. Taking a deep breath, he fought the urge to draw the revolver from within his grey overcoat. Tera was opposed to violence.

“Hey,” he called out to the darkness, “I know you’re out there.”

—elsewhere in the library—

Night had fallen by the time Tristan had reached the university library.  The midnight air was cold, and clouds passed intermittently in front of the half moon above.  The vicinity around and leading up to the campus library was devoid of people, and the entire area just seemed…barren.  But Tristan knew this wasn’t the case.  The library was very much a place of activity at this hour; simply not the activity it was intended for.  The mysterious young man made his way up the decorative flights of stairs leading to the library’s outdoor entrance.  This, of course, was locked.  He figured this to be the case, and slipped around the foundation of the building until he reached the loading dock around back.  He removed something from the confines of the rather cumbersome looking jacket he wore and, in a bright flash of light, broke the padlock holding down the garage door.  He was in.

As Tristan proceeded through the back rooms of the library and into the stacks, the available light washed over him.  In this day and age it probably wouldn’t be uncommon to be highly suspicious of Tristan based on his attire.  He wore a long, earthy brown trench cloak that stretched all the way from his broad shoulders down to his ankles.  This was a great distance, considering his form was somewhat tall and awkward.  His face, which was young and somewhat handsome, was cast into shadows by the tan hat on his head.  He refused to call it a cowboy hat, although that was it most resembled.  The get up was part of his uniform; he was a demon hunter.  It was a family thing.  By day he lead a normal life for a young man his age.  But by night he was often summoned by family obligation to perform less…mundane…tasks.  He was closest to the library when magical activity within came to his family’s attention.  And so here he was…stalking through the stacks of the library slowly…carefully…keeping his eyes open at all times.

It would’ve helped if he had known what he was looking for, but in his line of work that luxury was rarely afforded to him.  That was why his attire and demeanor were so…secretive.  Information and knowledge was power; the rather quick witted Tristan understood that.  His cloak hid his body and his tools from any who would look in on him, while the shadows cast by the brim of his hat seemed almost supernatural.  Keeping one’s eyes hidden was of great value, or so he had been taught…

As he passed into the main library, Tristan heard a woman’s voice. She was speaking to someone obviously. From what little he could hear it was a bizarre discussion.

You know that most of that race would refuse that sort of offer….

And then a strong man’s voice replied…

Come now… It’s not a question of if… It’s a question of when

He listened and then figured out that the voices were coming in the direction of the main stairs of the library. Approaching them, he found a large spiral staircase made of red oak rising to the top floor 5 levels above and the basement 2 levels below.

The man’s voice came again…

All make a choice. Some want a wish. Some want a hope. Some want the other within themselves. It’s only fair that they meet what they seek…

Then the woman again…

Really? Isn’t it all one in the same? Or is it that the attempt makes the difference to them? And why?

He stepped on the first stair to go down a level towards the woman’s voice. As his foot touched the wood of the stairs there was a loud creak of sound that seemed to envelope the entire building around him.

All was silent after that noise….

All but the beat of his heart in his chest…

Tristan had listened carefully to every word that was muttered.  The two voices conversing clearly either wanted to be heard, or thought themselves to be the only ones in the library.  Regardless, it had been a rather ominous conversation he seemed to privy to.  What he needed now was to determine who the parties were in this discussion.  His first theory was that at least one of them wasn’t mortal…the woman’s voice, as she had referred to ‘that race’.  Was she a demon?  It would certainly make some semblance of sense.  But he needed to get closer, he needed more information.  And that was when he grew careless.

His entire body froze as the first step of the spiral staircase groaned beneath the weight of his foot.  Everything went deathly silent about him, and he was confronted with a critical decision.  He could continue his descent into the basement, towards the source of the voices, or he could flee upwards.  His research into the library indicated it was filled with ancient tomes and mystical texts…an investigation upstairs might prove fruitful.  But Tristan was a young man, and when confronted with a choice such as this, he normally took the more thrilling route.  He continued down the stair case, but quickly scurred to the far end of the stacks once he fit the floor where the voices had been coming from.  Someone would most certainly be on the look out for him…but he hoped he might catch them first…

Tristan glanced up from his crouched position, at the end of one of the aisles.  It was a voice.  The voice of a man, although not striking him as similar to one he had heard earlier.  No, this was a different voice, a voice that sounded tentative.  Like this man knew that Tristan was present, but little else.  So he probably wasn’t a threat…at least not immediately.  It was best not to be rash, so Tristan removed his hands from his cloak, devoid of any weapons or anything that could be confused for a weapon.  Hell, the young hunter didn’t even know if something was truely amiss here at the library.  Maybe he had just been…misinformed.  Regardless, he now knew that someone was actively looking for him, and he felt it best not to disappoint.  Just as he rising to speak, his cloak unfolding from its scrunched up position, he felt a slight at the back of his neck.  Call it a knack.  Call it a sixth sense.  Regardless, when Trsitan felt that tingle, he knew he was in the presence of one who at least had the potential to wield magic.  Whether he could or not was another matter entirely.  This premonition did not deter him though, as he stepped casually into the aisle, now face to face with another young man.  In his past experience demon’s rarely took this sort of form, and he felt some of the tension leave his body.  He removed his hat for the briefest of moments, to let this other see his large hazel eyes and boyish face.  A sign of good faith, accentuated by a polite smile, before he replaced the hat atop his head…

“I’m sorry…I figured I was the only one wandering the creepy library this late at night…guess I was mistaken,” he said with a slight chuckle.  Long years of training and work in the field had taught him to relax even in somewhat…hazardous environments.


The environment gets a little more hazardous next time…


Oct 26 2009

Storm Clouds XXV – 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…


Storm Clouds

Chapter 7

By TeraS

“Tom. Talk to me.”

Camilla was standing there looking quite concerned at him. 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?”

She frowned, “You haven’t 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.”

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. It was still the girl he had met not that long ago. Just had some optional extras added to her. If he overlooked that, she was still a woman…. No. That was wrong. She was what she was, but she didn’t lie to him…

…that one thing alone 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 are grey. We aren’t all evil or all good either. 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, we are in limbo beeen light and dark. 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 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 otherwise you would have never accepted a lie..”

He thought about that and can 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, “Yell 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… mostly.”

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 stuff 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 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 a promise to keep.

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

She nodded, “You will in our world.”

He offered his hand, “I… I will trust you Camilla. I trust that you will watch my back.”

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.”

Oct 25 2009

Succubi/Devil Girl Pinup Art…

I was looking around on the eCrater site for Succubish things and came across just a wonderful piece of Succubus or Devil Girl art depending on which you prefer…

Devil Girl by Karla Ruiz

This is the work of the artist Karla Ruiz, she named this piece Devil Girl and completed it in 2004…

It’s available here as a small art print…

It’s wonderful the amount of detail she has placed into this work, I especially love the lovely use of red on her outfit, wings, tail and horns…

I’m hoping that the copy we ordered arrives soon!!


Oct 24 2009

Wearing The Succubi Horns – Horny by S.B.

Last week I posted my story for the 2009 Realm of the Succubi Halloween Story Contest here in the Tale…

Today, I want to share with you all this wonderful work by the writer S.B. that he added to the contest… He was, in fact, the very first person to post in the thread on it in the Realm of the Succubi…

And I thank him for that always…




Horny by S.B.
Ashley unwrapped the mystery box that had just been delivered at her annual Halloween costume party, puzzled as to why she was the recipient of something she clearly hadn’t ordered. Her best friend Sylvia peeked above her shoulder from atop her cowgirl boots, equally curious. She spoke first:

“Boy, the delivery guy sure disappeared in a heartbeat! It’s a shame, though, as he was kind of cute… So, what is that?”

“I honestly haven’t got a clue. I never even heard of this store before…” Ashley responded as her fingernails caressed the smooth inside and unveiled… “Oh…”

“Cool, a pair of horns!” Sylvia exclaimed with glee. “You know what; I think those will look super with the rest of your outfit!”

A laugh couldn’t be helped as she held the pair of dark red horns that were incredibly arousing to the touch…

“What? I’m dressed as Red Riding Hood, silly! And she was sweet… and innocent… and… this thing is sure made of a strange material. Here, touch it and tell me what you’re feeling…”

Sylvia rubbed one of her hands in them, absorbing a mystical energy into her skin. As a simple mortal, she wasn’t supposed to understand it but could certainly enjoy its flow and emphatically declare: “Wow… they give off a tingling warmth that’s quite intoxicating!”

“I know… I’m feeling it too! What do you think causes this?”

“Frankly, who cares? Sweetie, you should definitely try them on… I would do it myself but there’s not a single ounce of red in my costume at all… So what if Red Riding Hood was a spotless soul in the fairy-tale? This is Halloween and the fun lies in twisting traditions… Go on; let me see how they look on you…”

“Okay, I’ll give them a try…” Ashley agreed as she brought the hood to her back, the mesh of silky, black curls shining in its entire splendor… “They don’t seem to have anything to make them stick so I wonder if…”

Instantly, they merged with the wavy hair, their tips extending forward like they were real horns and not just a pretty decoration.

It was at this precise moment that, from the ruckus of the actual party taking place past the main corridor where both women stood, along came an impersonation of Tarzan (or was it George of the Jungle?), swinging his arms and spilling eggnog all over the floor. Brad was his name, a neighbor who always drank too much and liked to spoil everyone’s fun even when he wasn’t invited to be present. It was impossible to determine the precise amount of alcohol running through his blood-stream but it was more than enough to make him a nuisance with his foolish remarks…

“Now, that’s something to rise a man’s pole way up in the air! If Red Riding Hood is horny, then here I am, baby!” he spurted, a thread of white spit accumulating in the upper-corner of his lips.

Ashley looked at him slightly enraged as the unnatural energy emanating from the horns increased in intensity. Something was changing in her ways of thought; power grew from the inside and outside of her outfit and suddenly, that very repulsive creature that believed to be a man was seen through half-angelic, half-demonic eyes.

Sylvia couldn’t help but notice the gradual modification in posture and the bewitching cadence of her friend’s fingers as tiny sparks of emerald green ran through them. She also saw that the Red Riding Hood outfit was now becoming tighter, assuming the same darkish, seductive colour and tactile feeling of the pair of horns. She whispered in her ear: “Ashley, what’s happening?”

“I’m being elevated…” the brunette retorted, her voice chilly and hot, mellifluous and irresistible. “Now, watch as I teach him a lesson he should have learned a long time ago…”

The new Ashley glided across the corridor stopping right in the front of the drunk guest and purring: “Do you honestly think you’re man enough for me?”

“Think?!” Brad was amused. “Ashley, I’m the real king of the jungle and what I got beneath my thong can keep you pleased for eternity and a day!”

Her eyes glowed green for a fraction of a second.

“Then why can’t I see a thing? It would be nice if you really had hard balls and a throbbing dick but you don’t…” she smirked. “At least, not any more… ”

“Huh… what’s going on in your sick…?” Brad looked down, at the completely smooth skin in its crotch area. A perfect cleary in geographic terms. No protuberances. No sex traits. Nothing. “What?!! What did you… how did you… my dick and balls! You removed my dick and balls!”

“Yes I did and this is where you go down at my feet very obediently, say “Thank you so much!” and then… Get the hell out of my house and party!”

“In your dreams, you…” but as the words of malice were spoken out loud, his body and mind crumbled under the weight of her order and he helplessly knelt. Blank, he droned: “Thank you so much…” before getting up and going away into the dead of night, a Halloween slave.

Sylvia was dumbfounded, terrorized even. Strings of rationalizations were lost to what she had just witnessed. Ashley was no longer human. In her shadow, a heart-shaped tail slithered around her waist…

“There was only one thing that jerk was right about…” the domineering woman confessed whilst looking into the perplexed eyes of the one who had been her best friend. “I really am feeling horny now and there are many inside this house whom I wish to have servicing my needs… You’re the first in a long list, Sylvia and I’m sure you’ll do a wonderful job at it, my little slutty cow-girl!” a finger pointed to the floor. “Your turn to kneel.”

She obeyed and then crawled behind her owner as she moved swiftly to resume her place as Queen of the party…

The End



Thank you again for your wonderful words dearest S.B….