Jul 15 2009

I can’t quite see the Succubus in this…

I have tried… Really I have…

But I can’t…

Succubus by Laura Wills

This is a work called Succubus by the artist Laura Wills, whom is based in the UK. Her website is: http://www.laurawills.co.uk

And this art can be found here.

I suppose that one of the things that I wonder about is the lack of red in this image. One would assume that there would be some red in it somewhere. The colours seem muted to me… Perhaps this is a reflection of the descent of a fallen from heaven?

If it was, then the blue and the vortex-like pattern would make more sense…

But, there is still no “Succubus”-like being in this that I can see…

I’m not saying that this is not beautiful, for it is, I’m just trying to understand where the Succubus is in the work…


Jul 14 2009

Temptations XVII – Gavin and Marie – Part I

Going a bit backwards in the Succubi RP called Temptations for this post… Gasman and I did a tangental RP from the Temptations RP which went in directions that I didn’t expect…

Nor did manage to finish once again…


Temptations XVII – Gavin and Marie

By TeraS and Gasman

Gavin wandered through the library, paying about equal attention to the books and the women who were browsing and working as he did so. It was fortunate his attention was so divided, as otherwise, he wouldn’t have noticed the cutie scanning the mythology section. And he wouldn’t have seen what transpired as the worn, aged tome tumbled down towards her.

He blinked, rubbing his eyes as he watched, half-disbeliving the event itself, half-astounded that no-one else seemed to have seen. He finally made up his mind to go over and investigate, his curiosity overwhelming his common-sense, which was telling him to ignore the book lying there, run for the exit and never look back. Slowly at first, but picking up pace, he strolled over to the now-closed book. He gently lifted it from it’s resting place, and began to flip through. He paused to look up as a peculiar shadow seemed to pass overhead, but when he looked back, the same mist was pictured on the page. Then all around him, engulfing all his body, suppressing every sense, but causing no pain, not even discomfort, bar a slight feeling of nausea from the disorientation.

When it cleared, he found himself in darkness, the only thing visible a grand throne, and even that only dimly lit. So dimly that he could barely tell if it was wood or stone, but he leaned toward the latter. Gavin spun round once, trying to get some kind of bearing, but he was either in an almost total void, or a cavernous, dark room. The difference was mostly academic, really, as both made leaving virtually impossible. So he sat himself down on… whatever surface was beneath him, and waited for the throne’s owner.

There was silence all around him for a time and then a green portal appeared close by. He heard a loud scream and then a woman fell out of the portal and landed face down on the floor with a loud thump. She groaned a bit and then took a deep breath.

She gasped, “That’s the last time I try to cross her rules….”

She rolled over onto her back and looked into the darkness, “Lovely. Her throne room. I am sooooo doomed….”

She was dressed in a loose fitting red silk robe. She seemed to be rather plain looking for the most part from what he could see. Her short blonde hair a disheveled mess about her.

Then she realized that there was someone else there and spun to face him, “Who are you?” Her blue eyes peered at him in the darkness in fear of what he was….

He had leaned back on his hands, ready to jump up when the portal had opened, but was unable to refrain from giggling as the young woman’s pratfall entrance. He quickly stopped himself by using his fingertips as a reminder of how solid the floor was. He squinted to see her more clearly in the poor light. Her tangled blonde hair and rather unusual choice of attire raised some questions, but other than that, she seemed unremarkable at first glance. There was certainly the possibility that she cleaned up very well, and some evidence of that in her face, but otherwise, it was hard to think anything but Plain Jane without anything but appearance to go on.

So, in answer to her valid question, he managed to eventually reply, “Um, Gavin. My name’s Gavin. I-I don’t know if this means anything or helps, but I was in the library and then there was this girl, who vanished into a book, so I decided to have a look at the book… And then there was a bunch of green smoke and I was here…”

Finally her initial words registered, “Her throne room? Do you know where we are, Miss?”

She considered him for a moment and then at the mention of the book seemed to relax slightly. Then she began to giggle. Soon that giggling turned into a wave of laughter that the darkness seemed to envelope and strangle into nothingness before it could echo…. If anything would in this place.

She brought herself under control again and said, “I wouldn’t worry too much… If she allowed you through the book that means that she wants to play a game with you…”

She sat up and then asked him, “Tell me Gavin… Has anyone claimed your soul as yet?”

The hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she said, “If so, maybe you have a chance to get out of this…”

The laughter was actually quite comforting. Gavin even joined in for a bit, but the eerie lack of resonance eventually took the wind out of his sails. Thankfully, his companion’s answers kept him from dwelling on such things.

“A game? What kind of game?” he asked, puzzled, and then his eyebrows twitch skyward as he briefly considered the possibility of his newfound compatriot evangelising to him while they were stranded her, “No, I don’t think so… What do you mean…? I’m sorry, I forgot to even ask your name…”

She tilted her head and replied, “My name is Marie….. I’m going to assume that you are not an Angel or Demon or other creature that she owns in this realm of hers?” She looked him over and continued, “No… I think you aren’t.. You seem too innocent to be one of hers…”

She explained a bit more as she stood up, “The book you held is one of several. With some she does nothing. With others she transforms them and leaves them where they are…. Others she is attracted to for some reason and brings them here to play her games….. A few have left, or have claimed to have been here, but I doubt it….”

She looked at him with a touch of fear in her eyes, “Those that have played her game are forever changed…”

As her eyes scanned him, verifying his humanity, Gavin ran his hands quickly over the essentials, making sure nothing had changed since he’d been wandering those stacks a little while ago. He sighed in relief as Marie and his own senses confirmed that as the case.

“Too innocent?” he queried, before falling silent again, taking in each word, not quite wanting to believe but his current situation making that kind of denial foolish at best.

The fear in her eyes makes his heart jump in anxiety of it’s own, and he actually had to swallow slowly before speaking again, “So, she… likes me? Who is she?”

A hand rose partway to his face, joining his eyes in apology for interrupting her, but his voice was quieter once she finished, ” …changed? Changed how?”

Marie bit her lip a moment and then said, “Changed. Not the same anymore…. I knew a man. He thought he could make a deal with her. Trick her into giving him what he wanted. He wanted power. He wanted control. I warned him the day before he went to her…..”

She looked at him as if memorizing his face, “When I saw him next, he had all that…. As the plaything of a Countess in a realm near mine. He didn’t know me…. Didn’t speak to me…. All that he cared was to do whatever his Mistress wanted….” She seemed to almost spit the word into the air as she said it.

She sighed, “He had the power all right… The power of a slave…. He had the control…. Of another over him….”

She turned and walked towards the throne and then paused in front of it, “Listen to what she says and consider your answers carefully… Once you make a choice, she will see it to the end….”

She reached a hand towards the throne and then paused an inch from touching it. She whispered in a soft voice, “The Queen of the Succubi is who she is…. Her name is Tera… Goddess preserve me…. I shouldn’t have crossed her…”

As she spoke, Gavin’s anxiety grew into full-blown worry. Fear wasn’t an option, that had been simmering deep inside since before he’d touched that book. But it actually quieted a little as she explained, his lips curling into a cynical smirk.

“Oh, one of those… Basic ‘Monkey’s Paw’ rules? She asks me if I wanna leave, I say yes, and poof, there’s a leaf in my hand, or I’m a tree, yeah?”

He stood as she approached the throne, a little nervous himself of the act, although he wasn’t fully sure why.

“Tera… Thanks. If she’d upset with you or something, you don’t have to say anything else. I don’t want to get you into trouble for helping me…”

Marie turned and said, “Oh I am well beyond that… She’ll deal with me at some point I’m sure… I’m resigned to that…”

From the darkness around them there was a sort of hissing noise and then for an instant he could see a flash of silver in the blackness. It flickered about for a moment and then disappeared again.

Marie didn’t seem to notice it and said, “Don’t assume anything with her. She’s a Succubi…. The Queen.. The rules are hers… But she will abide by them…. Remember that…”

The glint in the dark caused his eyes to widen, and his heart to resume it’s pounding. The sound was halfway between escaping air and a snake, neither of any great comfort.

“R-right. Try and figure out the rules… Don’t be rash… Uh… Marie, I’m not so sure we should still be talking about this now… I-I think I saw something. Like a little flash of light…”

Marie looked around for a moment and then said, “I didn’t see…..” Then the hiss became very loud for an instant and then faded away into nothingness. She looked at him with terror in her eyes and said, “Whatever happens! Don’t give into it! She’s playing a game already!”

She grabbed him by one arm and shook it, “Promise me! You have to try!! Whatever it is…. Don’t give in!!!!

He jumped slightly at the sudden burst of sound, and could almost hear the blood rushing through his head as she stared at him, her green eyes wide and shimmering with held-back tears. He put his hand on top of hers and paused for a moment. What if Marie was part of the game? Trying to throw him off balance, psyching him out? He took a deep breath and looked her in the face once more. He couldn’t know, but his heart told him the terror, the compassion, this girl herself was genuine, real.

“I won’t…” he answered, trying to sound more sure than he felt.

As he looked at her, there was a whistle of wind past his right ear. Then Marie was thrown away from him to lay on the floor face up. Her hands were at her throat clutching at something there. For a moment one hand moved and he saw a glint of sliver around her throat.

She screamed into the darkness, “Curse you forever Tera!

She turned onto her side and continued to struggle with the thing around her throat….

Then one hand slipped away from her throat and he saw a smooth slender silver collar closing around her throat. The edges of the open part at the front growing towards each other….

Her one remaining hand underneath the collar trying to keep it from closing…

Gavin was stunned, unable to move as he watched Marie struggle, until his mind was able to make sense of what he was looking at. It was still stupifying, but the sheer energy with which she was straining against the collar made him step forward, wanting to help. But each inch he moved wasslow, a powerful wind making any progress difficult.

“I’m coming!” he yelled over the roar of the air.

He managed to overcome the impediment, gradually nearing her, hoping she’d be OK. And then, as he got close enough to rach out and touch her, to try and remove the silver strip from her neck, he saw her muscles relax, drained. The collar finally slid shut just as his fingers found it…

Marie’s arms fell away from the collar and she took one long gasp of air before releasing it in a long moan of pleasure. As Gavin watched the collar shrunk until it was pressing into the skin of her neck tightly. Her body shook as a powerful orgasm passed through her. She moaned out in a needful voice, “Oh yesssssssss….. Soooooooo gooooooood……. Soooooooo gooooooooooood……”

She closed her green eyes in the ecstasy and then licked her lips slowly….

Then her eyes fluttered open again. The pale green of them was gone. Replaced by an unearthly beautiful, crystal clear green. Her pupils even a darker shade of green than that. She looked at him and the hint of a smile tugged at her lips as she said, “mmmmmmmmmmm…. That felt sooo goood…..”

Then she seemed to snap out of it and say, “What happened? What did she do? Tell me!!!! The tears ran from her eyes like rivers….

Gavin ‘s hand shot away from Marie as he felt the collar actually pull away from his touch. He gave it a swift look to make sure he was unharmed when Marie’s throaty moans of pleasure pulled his attention back to the blonde woman, now writhing and bucking on the floor. The sight was disquieting, as the cause had him bubbling with apprehension, the sight of Marie being so unashamedly sexual, the sheer bliss radiating from her face and her body was incredibly enticing.

The she opened her eyes again.

He took half a step back as he saw the unnatural green hue in those pupils. Her husky sighs of contentment making the whole scene so surreal that if he had been a tiny fraction less tense, Gavin would’ve burst into the most hysterical laughter. But he didn’t.

He did, however, relax that tiny fraction when she seemed to come back to herself, the collar and her altered eyes leaving him on edge and keeping his distance.

“I think she made you… well, orgasm… Majorly. At least that’s what it looked like… And it sounded like you were enjoying it, even after…” he trailed off, not wanting to shake her out of whatever was letting her stay coherent at the moment.

The tears rolled from Marie’s eyes and she whispered, “I’m doomed… Truly doomed…” She reached a hand to her throat and traced a finger along the silver collar there. She then placed her head in her hands and sobbed loudly.

Between the sobs she asked, “Why? Why didn’t I listen to her?”

Then to the right of them a green glow began to form in the darkness. The glow turned into a swirling mass of green mist and then from that a pair of enormous green eyes focused upon them both.

There was only the eyes and nothing else. But the look in them was that of amusement or perhaps pity…. It was so difficult without the face to go with them….

Then a sensual laughter began to fill the air around them echoing in the room where no echoes had been heard before….

Then Tera began to speak, “Marie… You silly silly girl… I warned you what would have happened if you crossed me… You thought it was all below you… Now soon it will be… Gavin…. You couldn’t leave it well enough alone… You had to see what happened…. And so you will…

The eyes focused on Gavin alone and said, “This is the game Gavin. Listen carefully…. Marie’s collar will change her into one of my playthings…. You can stop it… If you figure out the way…. You have a wish within you…. Is it hers? Is it what she wants or is it only yours? Find the question within you and see…. Are you the answer? Or is it she?

Then the laughter returned and the eyes faded from view leaving Gavin and Marie alone in the darkness again…


Nexy Week Gavin and Marie’s tale of Temptations will continue….


Jul 13 2009

Storm Clouds X – An ongoing Succubi Story

Storm Clouds X

With thanks to James for his editing from the beginning of this Tale of the Succubi, this version has been edited and cleaned up somewhat…

And as well, I finally managed to finish the chapter I have been stalled on for the last few weeks such as it is…


Storm Clouds
By TeraS
Chapter 1

“How did she die?”

The question hung in the air over the people surrounding the cold steel table upon which a body rested, 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, then whatever she had on her was taken. She was found beside a car in the Summer Hill Mall parking lot.”

The man who 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 seen 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,  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 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 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 after that. Within moments they had moved around both himself and the blonde 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 that it wasn’t just words, that he hated his job, that he hated not being able to find the ones who did these things and bring them to justice. Instead, he replied, “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. Tomorrow. Nine in the morning.”

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…

Tom picked up the card and stuffed it into his inside pocket of his jacket without looking at it. That decision could wait for the moment. Pushing through the door that led out of the room, he turned down the hallway and entered Doc’s office.

Doc’s office was not what you would expect from a medical practitioner. Every other doctor you would ever meet had their diplomas on one of the walls, books neatly placed on bookcases, files waiting on the desk, all of the stereotypical things you would expect. Doc was not the norm. Doc’s office consisted of a wall of filing cabinets on one side, his mass-purchased steel desk opposite to that, and, on the wall to the right, a single photograph in a frame.

That photo was of a young Doc with his arm around a cute redhead with blue eyes. They looked happy together. Tom always wondered about that picture and what happened to make Doc the old crusty pain in the ass that he was today.

Doc was sitting behind the desk, a bottle of some cheap dime store beer to his right, his concentration on a file in front of him as he wrote something there in the chicken scratch that was common to doctors around the world.

Tom took the chair on the other side of the desk and said, “It’s early for having a beer Doc.”

As he put his pen down and reached for the bottle, the answer was, “Nightshift rules, Tom. Whatever helps you make it through the shift.”

Tom frowned but didn’t push Doc on this. Doc was one of the few people who still tolerated him. Not quite a friend, mind you, but at least Doc would listen. He said in return, “Our Jane Doe was claimed. She was rolled out of here a few minutes ago.”

Doc just about choked on his beer, “Claimed? I wasn’t told? Who released her?”

Tom blinked, “Err… I did. She had paperwork and…”

With a slam of the bottle on his desk Doc growled, “Gimme the paperwork, Tom.”

It took a moment for him to draw it from his suit before handing it over, still folded up. Doc opened the paper and then shot him a look, “Did you look at this Tom?”

A shake of his head was the answer…

Doc tossed the paper at him as he reached for the phone on the desk, “Nice paper. No work.”

Tom blanched as he looked to see that the paper was… empty. Blank. Nothing.

Just like Jane Doe herself.

It took a short time, but it became clear that whoever had claimed the body had gotten out of the building unopposed and unseen. Even more frustrating was that parts of the surveillance cameras in the building would randomly turn off and then back on again leaving gaps in their coverage.

Doc pointed a finger at Tom, “You have any ideas?”

Tom didn’t hesitate, “Nothing. Didn’t give me a name or anything. I figured that a woman and her muscle wouldn’t get down here without clearance, so I didn’t think to challenge her.”

With a grunt, Doc turned back to the phone, dismissing Tom… which was fine with him.

He stood up and walked from the office heading towards the elevators. After pressing the button for the main floor, Tom fished out the card the blonde had left on the counter. He almost expected it to be as blank as the sheet of paper she had given him. Why didn’t he look at it? He should have. At the least he should have asked for her name or Jane Doe’s name. Something.

Finally the card was in his fingers and he considered the address printed there in a cold formal font…

S. Realm Enterprises, 69 69th Street. We make dreams.

The bell sounded as the elevator doors opened.

Tom had an appointment to keep in a few short hours, and some answers to get from that woman over this…

Storm Clouds
By TeraS
Chapter 2

Tom didn’t go directly to the address on the card. No, that wouldn’t be proper if there was a funeral there–especially not at four in the morning. First he went back to the small unremarkable apartment that he called home. He had lived in the place for just over 12 years now.

Exiting the subway he crossed into the first rays of the sun pushing their way into the concrete jungle that was his city. A sort walk with the warmth of the sun on his back brought him to his small apartment. It was a simple basement apartment that he could slip in and out of at all hours and not bother the people that he knew were his neighbors but whom he had, in all truth, failed to get to know.

Moving down the twelve steps from the street to his door he fished out his keys and then rammed one of them into the lock. For a moment he dwelled on the past and why the place meant as much to him as it did.

That could be summed up with one word.


With a grunt to push the memories away, Tom opened the door to discover a small calico cat, the last living thing in his life to connect him with her. She purred questioningly at him and he replied out of habit, “Yeah. I know. Look like crap and smell like it too, right?”

His answer came in a flick of the cat’s tail, and then it walked away, no longer interested in him for the moment. Much like he was with the world today; for some reason that didn’t matter right then.

The floor creaked as he tossed off the clothes he’d worn that morning. A quick shower and shave to look semi-respectable, and then he fished around in his hall closet, he found his funeral suit, shoes and tie and changed into that.

It didn’t take long. Before leaving again, he tore open a tin of cat food, filled the old porcelain dish that was the cat’s and left some drinking water before leaving again, catching a cab and heading off to… Somewhere else again…

The cab came to a rough stop as Tom heard the cabbie grunt, “69 69th Street bub. Nine-fifteen for the fare, plus the tip.”

Tom looked out of the window with some surprise. 69 69th Street was… odd.

This was one of the more fashionable, modern parts of town, with gleaming steel and glass buildings, corporate logos plastered all across them. The typical chain stores with their signs screaming at people to buy something within their doors…

But not 69 69th Street… no this place was, well, calm… quiet…. unassuming. Among all of the rushing around, this building was a throwback to earlier times in the city, a brownstone four story building set back from the curb a short way. The windows gleaming in the sunlight made whatever was within invisible for the moment.

Tom paid the cabby and then started towards the wrought iron fence that marked the edge of the property. As he walked along the cobblestone path towards the front doors, an odd thought came to him: this was like following the yellow brick road. Amused, he wondered whether or not that woman that he met in the morgue was named Dorothy. He also noticed that, to either side of the path he walked, there were a series of park benches and trees for shade in the small space that had been carved out…

He then registered the fact that there were no people sitting on them or milling around. If there was a funeral to be held here or at least a remembrance of someone shouldn’t there be people here waiting to enter or at least trying to comfort each other? Or did he mishear the time of the gathering, being either too late or too early for it?

Either way he was here, and time was ticking away.

Taking the four steps to the front door, he noticed the bronze nameplate of the company by the door and the little buzzer and speaker to call for assistance.

Which he pushed.

The speaker crackled and a somewhat distorted female voice asked, “Yes? Can we help you?”

Tom was going to start with the usual lines that all police gave, but then remembered the conversation he had with that woman and said, “I would… if it is possible, like to pay my respects to a sister that passed away…”

There was a short pause and then the voice replied, “One moment please and someone will let you in…”

It was a short wait — perhaps five minutes — before the thick wood door was opened and, to his surprise, the blonde who gave him that blank note in the morgue stood there. She didn’t seem at all surprised to see him, although, for a moment, she brushed her hands to smooth out the black silk dress she wore before greeting him with, “Good morning. Please do come inside.”

Tom shot her a look, but accepted the invitation and stepped over the landing…

…and just about lost his breakfast as he did. For a moment, he thought that he was going to leave a wet chunky spot on the carpet, but then the feeling passed and he found himself looking at the blonde as she shut the door and locked it again.

He coughed and then was about to read her the riot act, arrest her, and take her downtown when he realized that they weren’t alone… and there was a funeral or wake or something going on.

The immediate area around him was filled with couples milling around, talking in hushed tones. Several of them were looking towards him and the blonde with looks that ranged from disinterest to bemusement to… desire?

The blonde gave a little cough to get his attention and added with a nod of her head, “Will you join me in the sitting room, please?”

Tom was torn for a moment between hauling her away and getting more out of her, but finally decided that it all looked legit in his eyes. Making a scene at a funeral would not go over well, and he wasn’t sure but he thought that a few of the people in attendance were city officials… high up ones.

Very calmly, Tom replied in a low voice, “Lady. You have no idea just how much trouble you have created. Where’s your sister? I’m going to have to take her back to the morgue. She was attacked and there is an investigation going on. You can’t…”

The blonde shook her head and then with a nod, offered, “Please, just come over here into the waiting room with me? We can discuss this there and I’ll try to answer your questions.”

Tom finally gave a grunt of agreement and followed her away from the crowd deeper into the building.

She led Tom towards a white trimmed doorway in the wall that opened into a good-sized room. It was not your typical business waiting room with year old magazines and hard, cold, plastic chairs. No, this place was classy. Cherry wood furniture, bookcases filled with what looked to be expensive writings, a large ornate rug in the middle of the room, and a small fireplace in the wall that was unlit for the moment.

Taking a seat in what looked to be a Victorian high-backed chair, she waited a moment before asking, “Would you like a seat?”

Tom shook his head, “No, thanks. Lady, you are in all sorts of trouble.”

Turning to him she said, “I’m sorry for misleading you, but there was little time and I didn’t have a choice in the matter.” She smiled a bit, “My name is Camilla Addison. I’m sorry that I didn’t introduce myself when we first met, but I wasn’t prepared for you to be there. Might I know your name as well?”

Tom offered in return, “Thomas Selleck.”

Camilla placed a hand over her lips and attempted to not giggle as she managed to get out, I’m sorry. It’s just that…”

Tom nodded and allowed a small grin, “Yeah, I know. My mother was in love with the television show, but my dad wouldn’t let her name me Magnum… It’s an ice breaker at parties, however, when I have a fake moustache on…”

She placed her elbow on the arm of the chair and then put her head against her hand, “I’m sure it would be Thomas.”

He turned serious again, “Miss Addison, you understand that you have broken several laws with what you have done and I will have to arrest you for them.”

She just smiled, “I don’t think there will be a problem.”

Tom was getting frustrated and it began to show, “A missing body, a theft, and you think there won’t be a problem? Why would that be, Ma’am?”

Camilla explained, “I am sure that whatever is needed to make that issue disappear is being looked after as we speak, Thomas. My… group is not without it’s resources and connections within city government and the powers that be in your city.”

He paused to consider that and then said, “Group? Are you suggesting that you are part of the Mafia or something illegal?”

The oddest smile came with the words, “Not the Mafia, and nothing that your rules would see as illegal as such, Thomas.”

He had the feeling he was being played with, much like when his cat would tease a mouse before killing it. The frustration grew as he answered, “We should continue this discussion downtown ma’am.” Tom was not happy with the situation and found himself falling back on his training to try to take control of the situation– if he had even been in control of it at any moment since he had met Camilla.

She shook her head and replied, “I think that will not be where we need to go next, Thomas.”

He gave her the obvious reply, “And just why would that be ma’am?”

A new voice came into the room behind him, “Just because.”

Tom spun around and just about fell over from shock…

Standing there, in a red dress, was Jane Doe… very much alive and, from the look in her eyes, not exactly happy with what was going on.

Storm Clouds
By TeraS
Chapter 3

It was her. One hundred percent Jane Doe, complete with mid-length curly red hair and green eyes. He found himself thinking that she looked better in the red than under that white sheet in the morgue. Tom’s next coherent words were, “What the hell is going on?”

Jane replied coldly, “That’s a good question isn’t it?”

Camilla shot her a look, “That’s enough. Show some manners when we have a guest here.”

The reply was a snort of derision.

Camilla tapped her right hand on the arm of her chair before she sighed, “Have a seat, Thomas. She’s not who you think she is.”

He took the chair to her right still in shock. He was absolutely sure that this was Jane Doe. That he had seen her on the slab. Dead. But there she was, angry and looking for trouble. With a sigh Tom ran his fingers over his chin as he attempted to gather his thoughts. In doing so, he managed to reply, “Must be the end of the world. Dead people walking the streets.”

Camilla reached out a hand to touch his arm and explained, “Identical twins. We always had a problem telling the two of them apart. Finally got to the point where we made them get tattoos…” A short nod in Jane’s direction, “Mind you, her sister was not as frustrating to deal with.”

The glare in Jane’s eyes made it clear that she didn’t like Camilla. Nor, Tom thought, that she thought much about him, either.

Tom couldn’t believe that she was right. This was the Jane Doe in the morgue. The face, the hair; It was her, all right, he was sure. Identical twins? Weird things did happen, but this was just out of the ballpark. Still, he found himself asking her, “So what’s your name, then? Can’t be Jane, can it?”

For an instant, she seemed to be considering her answer very carefully. The look of barely contained anger didn’t change for the seemingly endless moment before she came to a decision. Uncrossing her arms, she put them behind her back and then shifted her hips a bit before answering, “You can call me that, if you like.”

Tom wasn’t sure at first if she was playing him or not. When someone was being evasive they looked guilty, nervous, unsettled. Jane looked as if she was ready to snap someone in half if they weren’t careful what they said or did.

But somehow calling her Jane felt right. Whether or not it was her real name was another question. He figured that he could get something out of Camilla or that, when he took the two of them downtown, there would be some real answers given. Still, he couldn’t do that right this minute, and so he glanced at Camilla, “Are you all this helpful when it comes to answers?”

Camilla chucked, “Ask a direct question and you’ll likely get a direct answer Thomas…”

He pondered that as he looked at Jane standing there, unconcerned with him, the police, or. it seemed, anything else.

Save the anger within her that was almost like a black cloud hovering over the room.

Seeing that she wasn’t leaving, he took that to mean that she would answer more questions from him. Tom decided that it was in his interest to get some basic information out of her, so he sorted out the questions he wanted answers to, picking out the ones that were quick and meaningful. Then he said, “Jane it is, then. What’s your sister’s name? The one who was lying in the morgue who Camilla and the goons took out last night?”

Jane didn’t flinch as she answered, “Patricia.” And not another useful word came from her after that to ant of his questions. But it was obvious that there was a great deal of hurt in her eyes, hurt that was feeding her anger. Tom found himself deciding that as odd as the story was so far, there didn’t seem to be a lie in it he could touch. It was also obvious that Jane was hiding something from him that he would need to figure out.

Rubbing his chin, Tom mumbled to himself, “Magnanimous women will be the death of me I’m sure.”

Jane smirked and offered, “You never know what the future brings.  Patricia didn’t.”

Tom managed to bite back what he wanted to say, which was that she should get off her high horse and try to be less of a bitch and more of a human being. He found himself looking at Camilla and thinking, “I wonder how she’s related to her?”

Camilla saw him look at her and began to explain, “Jane… has been out of the country for a while. She came back early this morning after we sent word a few days ago that Patricia had gone missing. She arrived shortly before you did Thomas, and…”

Jane finished the sentence, “I was told she was dead. A wonderful way to return to family isn’t it?”

Tom couldn’t argue that point either.

Camilla told Jane firmly, “The detective is here to look into what happened.”

Jane actually rolled her eyes before giving him a dismissive wave with her right hand, “So you are here to investigate why she was killed then? Or are you here just to make waves in our lives?”

Tom gave her a hard look as he answered, “You want tidal waves lady? Just setting aside what happened to your sister, what you people did in the morgue is a no-no. She was taken from the morgue improperly. There is an investigation going on about that. It’s not my problem but I’m here because I am involved in it. Now, your sister is my case, and maybe I can figure out what happened and why and find the one that did this. That’s why I’m here. I have to start somewhere and…”

He looked at Camilla, “…You were good enough to leave me the clue to this place at least.”

Jane gave a little snort of derision, “Police. Useless beyond words.”

He managed not to growl out the words, “Lady, I don’t know where you were and I don’t give a damn either. This isn’t some two bit country in the middle of nowhere. Patricia is my case to solve, and I’m going to. I’m not going to let this just slide by into the unsolved case files, and you know why?”

Jane just watched him in silence until he answered with a smirk, “I have my reasons.”

Camilla chuckled at his words before saying as she clapped her hands softly, “Touché…”

Tom was about to start asking some pointed questions of them both when there was a soft cough from the hallway. Standing there patiently was a man of the cloth. He looked like the sort of man that you’d like to have as your uncle: a kind face; eyes that held the glimmer of mirth and joy he carried with him; the stature of years of listening, understanding, seeing and helping; a life filled with the joy of doing good work wherever he was needed to be.

He carried a small, old book that Tom took to be a Bible in his left hand — a hand well weathered with time and doing the work of his life. But it was also clear that his hands were the source of comfort as well as guidance where it was needed. He didn’t command the room with his size. No; that, it seemed, was not his way. It was more his easy smile and welcoming stance but, most of all it was just the calm understanding that surrounded him.

He smiled pleasantly to them all before saying, “We’re going to be starting the service in a few moments. Would you care to join us?”

To Tom’s surprise, both women replied in soft voices with deference to him, “Of course. We’ll be right along.”

He nodded at the reply and then said to Tom, “You are welcome to join us as well, mister…?”

Tom stood up and then offered his hand, “Selleck. Thomas Selleck.”

The twinkle in the pastor’s eyes became a little more mischievous as he accepted the hand and gave it a firm shake, “You need a mustache.”

Tom chuckled, “Thanks for the tip. I’ll get right on growing one in the morning.”

The minister laughed in return, “Excellent. We need something to smile over. Patricia would be mad as all get out if there wasn’t some joy here today.”

Then. with a pat of Tom’s shoulder and a wink, he disappeared down the hallway. Tom watched him leave before he commented to the two women in the room, “Seems like a good man.”

Camilla had stood up and offered, “The best. Come on. He’ll be disappointed if the whole family isn’t there.”

Jane turned away with a last scowl at Tom before vanishing into the hallway. He looked at Camilla and said, “Well, I suppose she’s on my not friends list.”

She slipped her arm around his and said, “Well, maybe I can be on your friends list instead?”

He replied to that with, “Tell me the truth after this. Explain to me what the hell is going on and you go to the top of the page Camilla.”

She seemed to be thinking about that for a long time as she stood beside him. Then, mysteriously, she said, “The truth just is Thomas. You just need to be able to see it for what it is.”

As they left the room, Tom found himself wondering what kind of service it would be…

Storm Clouds
By TeraS
Chapter 4

They followed the crowd towards the rear of the building. As Camilla led the way, Tom attempted to fit what he had so far into some kind of explanation of what was going on.

That wasn’t turning out to be simple.

What he had so far was a dead body that was going to be out of his reach soon. A woman who took that body illegally and didn’t seem to be concerned about the problem with the law she now had. A sister of the deceased who was an identical twin. One who he hoped wasn’t going to take the law into her own hands.

Tom sighed and mumbled under his breath, “A beautiful day in the neighborhood.”

As he turned to explain, they passed through a white marble archway and into what seemed to be a courtyard behind the building. The first thing Tom noticed was that there were trees. lots and lots of trees. Looking up, he found that, with the exception of a small open space in the middle that showed the blue sky above, there was no view up, out, or around the place. It was as if the buildings surrounding the brownstone had vanished and had been replaced by trees. He expected to hear the sounds of the city coming through the greenery, but, instead, all he caught was the occasional low conversation from people here and there as they milled around, and the sound of wind making tree branches rattle in the air.

Camilla replied with that odd smile she had, “It usually is.”

Looking around, Tom saw that there was a series of chairs placed from the back of the brownstone towards the middle of the space. Tom figured something like fifty or sixty people could fit in the space comfortably. Then he saw it. A casket made of cherry oak, past the rows of chairs ahead. Camilla maneuvered Tom along the side to the line of mourners giving their respects. As the two of them came closer to the casket, Tom was surprised by what was there.

A grey calico cat curled up beside the casket on a small chair. He looked at it for a moment, noting that some of the people would stop by the cat, offer a few quiet words, and then move off to find a place to sit. He was about to ask why the cat was there when it was their turn to pause.

Tom watched as Camilla twined her fingers together and bowed her head before beginning to whisper to the casket. He didn’t catch all of what she said. Just the occasional words… “Hope… someday…. remember… missing you already… be fine.”

Tom simply looked at the casket and closed his eyes after a moment. He didn’t speak the words but just thought to himself, “Rest well Patricia. Not giving up.” Then they moved away in the next moment. But Tom stopped to give the cat a gentle scratch behind its right ear and received in return a low purr. Tom recognized it as the same purr his cat made when it was content. It raised up its head and then looked at him with a pair of odd blue eyes before it’s tongue darted out and licked the palm of his hand once.

Camilla said with some surprise, “I’ve never seen her do that with anyone but Patricia… Usually she’s a lot meaner.”

Tom answered as he drew his hand away, “Just good with cats I guess.”

A young man serving as an usher came over and guided them towards the last row of the chairs and then indicated where they should sit. After getting settled, Tom asked Camilla, “How big is the family anyway?”

She replied again with that smile, “We’re all here.”

Then Tom saw Jane pausing at the casket for a moment. When Jane went over to the cat, there was a low hiss and Jane glared at the cat before walking away to take her seat. Tom leaned over and whispered to Camilla, “I see what you mean about the cat.”

Somewhere around them all, a chime sounded. Then another. And Another. To Tom’s ear it wasn’t quite wind chimes, but something very old and meaningful which seemed to catch everyone’s attention making the conversations come to an end and the attention of all turn to where the casket lay.  As the chimes ended, the mourners rose, Camilla nudging Tom to his feet with her elbow.

Then the minister walked down the center aisle accompanied by a woman with long wild raven colored hair that reached most of the way down her back. She was wearing a flattering black dress and a wide brimmed black hat that covered most of her face from Tom’s view. But he was able to pick out the woman’s red lips and slightly tanned skin. It was obvious that everyone but he knew who this was from the nods and whispered words of sympathy.

“Odder and Odder”, Tom thought as he watched the scene. He wasn’t sure who this woman was, but there was no doubt that she was important. Patricia’s Mother? She seemed too young. More questions and mysteries to pick at…

With some help from the minister, the woman found her place in the front row, and after a word with her and a nod, he left her there and took his place beside the casket and the cat.

Placing one hand upon the casket he began to speak, “It’s good to see all of you here today, some I haven’t seen in a while, some met for the first time today. And in being together, here and now, we fulfil something important. That is to be with family. But we need to remember that we do not just have to be together in times of need, but in times of joy as well.”

He looked about them all, his eyes stopping on a few as he continued, “If there is nothing else to be found again today, the finding of family, of understanding, of seeing what should have been seen… that is what you can all take from here today. But that is not what Patricia would have only wanted from us today now is it?”

His hand rubbed against the wood, “She would have wanted us to remember the good she had done. The joy she had brought into our lives. The memories and yes, the promises made for the future would she not? She would not wish us to think of revenge, of anger, of seeking out a measure of flesh in return for her. Let not the darker thoughts cloud the judgement each of us has. There are other, better ways.”

His gaze paused to look at the raven haired woman, “Rebirth will happen. Whether it happened today, will happen tomorrow, a century or a millennium from now, it doesn’t matter. She will return someday. That much we do know. And with that moment , the family will be together again once more.”

He turned his eyes to look at Jane, “As much as we miss Patricia, we should never forget that. Ever.”

Opening the book that he carried in his other hand he explained, “Patricia and I had a discussion once. It focused on this passage.”

Looking to the book he spoke clearly to them all, “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

Closing the book he then continued, “We should remember what matters. That in the end love does matter. Does make a difference. Does make this impossible… possible. Each of us with the love that we share in our lives makes that possible. Patricia knew that. Believed in that. Made it happen in her own way… and in doing so, she did prove the words true to us all. If there is something that should be remembered as we leave here, return to our own worlds within the world around us. That is above all.”

He then closed his eyes, “A moment of quiet for Patricia…”

Tom closed and bowed his head in respect to the minister’s request and waited for him to speak again…

But he didn’t.

Instead, Tom heard the sound of the wind chimes begin again off in the distance a short time later and then to his surprise, the people around him stood, gave a final look to the casket and the minister, then departed. Tom remained seated with Camilla as they did so, watching them all leave. including Jane.

But then he noticed that the raven haired woman was still at the front with the minister standing by the casket. He asked Camilla, “Why aren’t they going?”

She explained, “There is one more thing to do, but that is something she and he do alone when everyone is gone. It’s hard to explain to someone that doesn’t believe in what our family does.”

Tom leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, “Your family is full of mysteries. I’d like one of them to be answered before I leave.”

The next voice he heard wasn’t Camilla’s.

“Would you care to join us Thomas?”

Opening his eyes, he found himself looking at the raven beauty he had only glimpsed earlier. She was, to be blunt, beautiful, Full lips, deep green eyes, but within the beauty was the love of a mother, of a sister, of something intangible. Tom was taken aback by her, and then she favored him with a warm smile as she spoke to Camilla, “If you both want to join us, you know where to find us my dear…”

Then she turned away to return to the minister, take his arm and walk away from them towards the trees…

Jul 12 2009

A cute Succubus/Demoness drawing on YouTube…

I was looking around for another Succubus transformation video or something like that this morning, but came across this lovely bit of art being created!


And in case the embedding doesn’t work:


It’s a demoness/succubus/catgirl character named Cath by an artist named LimyKat there…

She also has a Deviantart site, which I haven’t found as yet, but hope to…

I do want to say that I love her drawing very much and I hope that she has continued to do more!!!


Jul 11 2009

Something Succubi Imagey that I’m pondering…

Well I normally do ponder Succubi things don’t I?

I found a yummy image in my email this morning and have been fiddling with it some…

Not really sure this will be posted this week or not, but as a tease for the next Succubi image…

Touchy Tease

I’m thinking of calling it Touchy-Feeley…



Jul 10 2009

This is a Succubus Costume?

It’s been a little while since the last Succubus costume I have blogged over…

Mebby I should have waited longer after seeing this one…


I really don’t know exactly how to describe it, or more importantly, how I can possibly fix it into something more Succubish…

You get with this a three-piece devil costume which includes wire bra, skirt and horns. The rest of it is of course extra stuff that you have to add to the outfit…

Oh, and they suggest 6 inch stripper heels with this outfit…

So, first thing that just has to go is all of that stringy stuff hanging down from the mini-skirt. What is the point of that anyway? All that does is make the outfit look more… Rough? Unfinished? Something like that…

The ribbons hanging from her horns also have to go. Cheap looking and I have no doubt that they are a pain as they swisch into your eyes as you walk along…

Shoes? Not liking them a lot. I suppose red glitter heels would be a better match with the shirt and bra top, but that alone wouldn’t save this…

And speaking of the bra top…

I hope that whomever buys this outfit has stickies on otherwise, she’ll prolly have the infamous “wardrobe malfunction” happening I’ll bet…

Cost of this costume is $30 USD

It gets half a pitchfork out of 5…

No web link because I just can’t this time…


Jul 09 2009

Succubi Image of the Week 81

Something a little bit semi-animeish for this week’s Succubus…

Blackhorns by Unknown Artist

Now I think that there is a series of images with her floating around the net… This is certainly the fourth or fifth image of her that I have seen from the same artist, though I have no idea who that is…

Help as always is welcome!