This is sort of a moment in time between two Sisters…
Not really my usual Succubi manip but I think it’s interesting…
May 16 2009
May 15 2009
An odd story idea…
I have little doubt that those that know Latin will be able to translate that, but here’s where those words led me to….
Esculentus Caries was a rare flower that became extinct during the late 1800s. The flower was generally red in colour, had six petals, two of which at the top of the flower were black and the lowest pedal which points to the ground, also in black. The central stalk of the flower was green which ended at the hub of the flower, which was the same green in colour.
According to verbal history, the scent of the flower was similar to that of a woman in arousal, but this cannot be confirmed. The flower produced pollen in mass quantities, which would result in a field of these flowers in a short period of time. The flowers themselves did not live for longer than seven sunsets on average before dying out, also according to verbal history.
Myths of the flower indicate that the flower’s pollen and scent had an effect on women that came in contact with it. These myths range from uncontrollable sexual urges, to being extremely suggestable, to, and this is of course impossible, in rare instances, a complete physical and mental change to a mythical creature known as a Succubus.
Or is it?
May 14 2009
This week’s image of a Succubi is a bit different…
This is something I found oh, at least 6 years ago drawn by Hakan Achegard. There is a second image, which I have somewhere, but will have to locate that for another week…
This artist’s website can be found at: http://ackegard.com/ Which has a great deal of differing fantasy subjects shown there!
May 13 2009
I am really quite shocked at the number of… Well… I’d call them eBay scams really…
I mean… Just for the heck of it, try searching Succubus or Succubi on eBay…
It’s amazing just how many so-called spells and so forth are available on it, they are of course said to be for entertainment, but honestly?
Too much blech…
In other thoughts, why is it that Blogs with nothing to do with Succubi wind up highly listed on the Google Blog search when looking for Succubi or Succubus?
I think… Not sure, but I think, that I will have a manip up Friday and there is a possibility of having a story up on Saturday about a witch encountering a Succubus… NOT a succubi…. I got a really weird series of ideas for the story, but I can’t quite figure out how to put it together…
But the sex scene?
May 12 2009
This RP was with a member of the Garden named The Riddle… Hasn’t been seen there for ages now…
Remy pulled the backpack up on his shoulder as he walked through the library. ‘Myths, why am I even bothering?’ Remy thought to himself as he made his way down the long aisle. Someone had told him that this library had the one and only copy of a book that would be sure to change his life.
Change his life? A book about legends and myths? Ok, he could understand maybe, the Bible, or some philosphical debate on what the meaning of life was, but a book on legends and myths? He might as well start believing in Thor and look for his hammer as a way to change his life.
A few minutes later, Remy picked himself up off the floor after the falling book had smacked him in the head, leaving the backpack he had been carrying on the ground. His bright green eyes taking in the new surroundings and the incredibly beautiful woman sitting before him on some type of throne.
“A game? What is this?”
He questioned, trying not to let his eyes wander over her body. It wasn’t every day you went looking for a book and wound up staring at a girl from some fantasy. The most you usually could expect was a cute girl with glasses telling you to be quiet. He caught himself looking to see what type of legs she had… Then he realized, what the HELL was going on? Stop looking to see if she had sexy legs, freekish green mist has just sent you to some weird place with a girl on a throne, hello? Something WRONG with this picture?
Tera smiled and then her clothing shimmered as she stood up. The latex disappeared to be replaced by a slinky black dress with red trim. The dress was slit on both sides well above her hips revealing her long tanned legs. A pair of strappy red heels were on her slim feet. A pair of long black gloves covered her arms from the midpoint of her upper arms to the tips of her fingers. Her hair was a long flowing mane about her, a few bangs over her right eye, the green of her eye glowing beneath it. The dress left her shoulders bare as it looped around her neck, the dress moulding to her breasts and holding them proudly within it. Her red horns peeked out from her forehead into the mane of hair, her long red tail swishing behind her as she walked towards him.
She give him an amused smile and said, “Remy… You need a change do you? You need to see things in a different way do you? What would you do with a new life to play out? Good? Bad? Indifferent? What is it that you need to find to make your new life complete?”
She stopped just in front of him, her dress swirling around her, her long legs revealed to him, her bare hips betraying the fact that she wore nothing under the dress itself…
Remy bravely put on a face that he hoped didn’t show his thoughts… She was incredibly beautiful and he wouldn’t mind staring at her for an eternity.
“Um.. well. I came here searching for.. what everyone searches for right? Meaning.” He coughed and ran a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t expecting beautiful women in.. revealing clothes though.” He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “Are you going to tell me the meaning of life? Or is a guy with a hidden camera going to jump out and say surprise?”
Tera smiled and then began to walk in a slow circle around him, the clicking of her heels echoing in the darkness around him. She reached her tail out and stroked it along his right arm as she walked behind him, “Remy… This is so very very real… It can be so very meaningful…. or not…. That depends on you…”
She turned as she came to his right and placed her hands on his shoulder. She placed her chin on her hands and then breathed hotly into his ear, “Trust me… There is no hidden camera….”
Remy shivered as the tail touched him. That felt real enough, this wasn’t a dream. He looked down at her heels as they echo’d off the ground, then back up to her. “I.. I want it to be meaningful.” He admitted, sort of surprised by it himself. When she breathed into his ear, he sighed, his eyes closing a bit. To tell the truth, this was like a dream of his. A beautiful girl, seemingly enticing him with promises of more. Why exactly was he not having fun with this? There was the whole horns and tail thing…
He turned his head to look at her and swallowed. “I just get this feeling that you aren’t exactly the truthful or… good sort.” He wanted to take it back, but to late, he had said it.
Tera laughed softly at Remy’s concerns. She moved a hand to his cheek and held his gaze upon her as she spoke, “Remy… Have you ever heard of the old saying, It’s what’s inside that counts? You should keep that in mind my dear…”
She moved in closer to him and then butterfly kissed her way across his lips sending little bursts of pleasure into him with each kiss. Then she stepped back and in that sultry voice said, “It’s better to know what you face than to assume that which you have see is not real…” She turned around in a slow circle so that he could see all of her. Her smooth skin… The lights playing off the dress and her sleek form… The aura of sexuality that surrounded her and seemed to make her glow with power….
She finished the turn and then faced him again. As Remy watched her tail snaked out and slipped around his waist. She touched a finger to his lips and said, “You can ask one favour…. One only Remy… Ask it and I will allow it… If you ask the right one…”
Then she moved her finger from his lips and waited for his answer…
Remy was irritated with how easily he was distracted by her dress, her looks, her legs… hell, if she was wearing nylons and a short skirt he would probably be drooling. He glanced down at the tail that wrapped around his waist and raised his eyebrows as her finger touched his lips.
“A favor?… That’s a deep question if you think about it…” He blinked a few times. “Ok, a favor… how about giving me purpose?” What could he loose by asking? That was the whole reason he came to this place anyhow wasn’t it? “Can you show me what ‘my’ purpose in life is? OR shoudl I ask for a milllion dollars?” Or maybe for a ben and an hour alone with this woman…. it was incredible how attractive.. no, seductive, she was.
Tera tilted her head slightly and smiled knowingly as she said, “I know your purpose Remy…. But you are not, as yet, ready to have it shown to you…. But you will soon… I promise you that…” She pressed against him, her breasts rubbing softly against his chest. Her lips moved to just beside his right ear and she whispered so hotly that his cock hardened almost instantly to steel, “The question is… Shall I wrap my lips around that long thick cock of yours? Should I lick and suck you down my throat? Will I make you cum so so much?”
She nibbled his ear gently and growled, “What shall I do to you Remy… How shall I take you?”
Remy swore silently. This woman was downright intoxicating… He stiffened as she pressed against his chest. He could think of a few things right now that he would like to be his ‘purpose’…
“How…do I become ready?” He asked, surprised at the shakiness of his own voice. He was also surprised that he asked! He coughed to cover up the moan that came when he felt his own body respond to her whisper.
He stepped a bit back from her to clear his mind. “Ok… I’m just having a hard time understanding why I am here, why an incredibly beautiful woman is offering to do these things…” His voice was still shaky… He had to force himself to step back though, he felt like he was doing something wrong in his questioing.
Tera didn’t relent as Remy tried to step backwards. To his surprise a pair of slim hands appeared from behind him and then her scent was around him again. He looked to see that she wasn’t in front of him any longer, but had appeared behind him. She nuzzled against his neck and then kissed her way up the right side of it, until her lips were again so close to his ear. Her tail slithered around his waist, and then the tip and a good length of it twined around his right leg holding him fast.
Then as she nibbled and kissed around his ear she whispered, “You learn some lessons Remy… And then if you pass the test then you will be ready for your future…”
At his question of why she smiled and said in a so hot voice, “Why? Very good Remy…. That’s lesson one…. Why would someone as powerful as me…. Want to do something for you…. Perhaps it’s my good side appearing to help someone that is lost? Or maybe it is my bad side playing with someone that interests it….”
She kissed him again and whispered, “The point is…. I am here…. You are here… And you need to decide if you want to learn….. Or not…. It’s that simple….”
And again… The RP ended here…
May 11 2009
I think, or at least hope, that this will be the beginning of a serial story posting here on the Tale… What I have in mind is to post at least 250 words per Monday of a story and see where that goes… I will repost the preceding parts of the story each Monday and then add to it as it goes along. I’ll do that because parts of the story may change or be edited as it goes along…
So… Let’s see if I have this in me or not…
“How did she die?”
The question hung in the air over the people surrounding the cold steel table upon which a body laid covered in a white blanket. The medical examiner pushed his thick glasses up his nose with a latex-gloved finger before replying in a disinterested voice, “Looks like a mugging. Stabbed in the back eight times and then whatever she had on her was taken. She was found beside a car in the Summer Hill Mall parking lot.”
The man that had asked the question rubbed the day’s worth of stubble on his chin, “Eight times? Sounds like something more than a mugging Doc. No mugger than I know of would spend the time to stab his or her victim that many times. Too easy to be see or get caught.”
Doc looked back at him before shrugging, “You want facts Tom. That’s all we have here. Nothing else to say about her. Eight wounds with a knife or similar object. No sign of other harm to her. Before you ask, no signs that she was raped either.” He turned away from the table and stripped off his gloves, “Just the usual senseless crime in the big city.”
After Doc left the room, Tom stared at the body for a while. It didn’t make sense. Why her? She was nobody. Nothing special. She probably had a family and he would have to see them next. That was the part he hated most of all. Having to walk up the lawn or path or whatever. Knocking on the door. The person opening it for a moment with hope in their eyes that their loved one would be there waiting. But instead they would see a middle-aged brown haired and brown eyed man in a rumpled suit flash a badge, ask to come in and then a little while later leave the home with wrecked lives in his wake.
He sighed and grabbed the clipboard that held her ID…
And came to an abrupt halt in his thoughts.
There was nothing there. No name. No address. No other ID. Nothing.
He was mulling over in his mind the procedures for filing a Jane Doe report, when a woman’s voice broke into the room from behind him, “We’ll look after her from here, thank you.”
Turning to look over his shoulder from his right he answered, “She’s a Jane Doe. My file. You have…”
He found himself looking at a woman about his height. She had short blonde hair in a bob cut, blue eyes. Slim of build. Cute in her own way, he supposed. She was holding a folded piece of paper in her hand, “Paperwork. I’m here to claim my Sister.” She handed him the paper as two burly men in dark suits entered the room behind her.
Tom didn’t bother to open the paper. There really was no point. They would not have managed to get into the room without having the paperwork to do so, nor would they be able to leave with the body if they didn’t. He watched her go over to the table, lift the top of the sheet from the body, then with a nod say to the men, “It’s her.”
They wasted little time then, within moments they had moved around both himself and the blond before taking hold of the table and rolling it out the door.
As she turned to follow the men pushing the table from the room, Tom called after her, “I’m… sorry for your family’s loss.”
She hesitated in mid-step before replying without looking at him, “Are you really? Or are you just parroting the words that your regulations say you should say officer?”
Tom found himself unable to bring himself to say to her that it wasn’t just words. That he hated his job. That he hated not being able to find the ones that did these things and bring them to justice. Instead he said to her, “Not all words are lies Ma’am.”
Her answer gave him pause, “No. No they are not. But neither are they all truths either.”
He watched her open the small blue purse she held. For a moment, she seemed to be considering her next actions carefully, as if she was about to reveal something that she was not sure she had the right to. A small white card appeared in her hand a moment later. She looked at it before placing it on the countertop to her right, “If you want to attend her services, they’ll be at that address.”
With that she pushed through the door leaving Tom in the room alone with his thoughts, the buzz of the lights, and the card on the table…
And the question in his mind of whether or not he would or wouldn’t…
May 10 2009
It’s Mother’s Day and so….
It was just before dawn in the Realm. Quiet. Calm. For those that were asleep it was still dreams and wishes…
But for one that was awake… She had something to do…
Her footsteps were soft in the wet grass around her as she came over a rise and entered the place she needed to be in that day. She did keep her promises after all… Her thoughts were focused as they always were when she came to this place…
In her hands she held a teacup. Earl Grey. One lump of sugar. No cream. She came to the spot and then placed the cup there, her fingers brushing away some of the dew from the wet surface there as she did. For a moment she just stood quietly and looked at the spot. The memories rushing back as they always did here…
She clasped her hands together and then began to speak to the air around her, telling of the days past, the things that had been happening, the feelings in her heart… The words came out in a long flood of what mattered to her, what didn’t, what was and what wasn’t…
She closed her eyes as a gentle breeze passed through the place, her hair shifting around in its embrace, a little shiver in her body from the touch… The familiarity of it, the hope that it was… But she continued to tell her stories….
Finally she came to the end as the sun peeked over the edge of the horizon. The first rays of sun began to trickle onto the land around her and she turned to face the sun as she always did…
To see it.
To share it.
She turned back around to face the spot again. The stone marker in its place of honour. Marking the place where she lay. Noting for those that came here to see her, know her, love her as she did. She smiled as her fingers picked up the teacup and looked inside to see it was empty…
Touching two fingers to her lips, she then touched them to the stone marker and said, “Love you Mom…”And then Tera walked off into the morning dew, her heart lighter for knowing that she had been heard…