Aug 21 2009

Succubi Doll Cuteness!!

I came across this image of a succubus doll that it’s creator as submitted for consideration to be made for real…

I would LOVE to have one!!!

Cute Succubus Doll design by Fuish

She is the creation of an arist called fuish, who has a DeviantArt site at :

And you can vote to have this doll made at:

Please vote!! ((You will need to register on the site to do that… Sowwy!))

*huge huggles for Fuish*

Hoping you get to see her made!!!


Aug 20 2009

Succubi Image of the Week 87

For this week I was absolutely floored by this work of a Succubus Summoning…

Succubus Summon by dragonero

This work is by the artist dragonero, who’s deviantart site can be found here.

It’s one of the best images I have ever seen of a Succubus summoning…

Oddly, when I look at her she sort of looks similar to a Warcraft succubus, but without the hooves and that I think makes this perfect…


Aug 19 2009

I don’t smoke but…

This was something too neat not to comment on…

Devil Girl retro Cigarette case by Retro-A-Go-Go

I just think that it’s cute and retroish…. It does make me ponder what the Succubi would have been like at that time in history…

You can find this case here.

I do wonder whom the artist is…

Just have an idea that I’d love to put by them…


Aug 18 2009

Temptations XXII – Gavin and Marie – Part VI

More of Gavin and Marie and the twisting of the tale that the Queen of the Succubi creates…


Temptations XXII – Gavin and Marie – Part VI

By TeraS and Gasman

She smiled as the shirt fell forgotten to the side and said, “That’s right.. So much better to have the pleasure of obeying me… So much better to have that moment when you know that you have pleased me…. Can you imagine how good it will be when you are pleasuring me?”

She moved back slightly as her hands fell to his pants. She slowly released his belt and then pulled it free of him. She took it and looped it behind his head before grabbing both ends in her hands. She began to pull him slowly up towards her bare breasts as she spoke, “Since you were so good… A reward Gavin…. You may kiss at my breasts and learn the taste of my flesh. You will come to crave it. With each lick the need will expand within you… The desire to touch me with your fingers… Your lips…. Your tongue… It will build stronger and stronger within you like an addiction….”

The smile on her lips was lustful as she whispered, “Now….. Be good and do what I asked of you Gavin…. And the pleasure will be twice as strong within you….”

Gavin’s mind was only just regaining it’s compromised faculties as she nudged him into the imagery of obeying her in a more intimate manner. Kneeling before her, his face buried between those silken thighs, her hands gently, yet firmly guiding him… Lying under her, being ridden until she reached plateau after plateau, the exquisite agony as he held back his own pleasure… His lips caressing her rounded bum… his tongue dancing with hers… his fingers touching her wherever she wished…

“Ohhh… Yesss…” he whispered as the blast of ecstacy subsided, thinking about how much more he could take if she let him pleasure her…

Somehow, the diminishing part of Gavin that knew what was going on, that wanted him to fight this pulled him back from the brink. His head was already being drawn, slack-jawed, to her spectacular bosom as his senses returned, quite battered, but still intact. Even so, his own natural response made it difficult to force himself to resist this ‘reward’. Marie’s breasts, whether this was illusiory or not, were amazing, full but not overly so, even though they probably should’ve been. They were incredibly firm, at least to Gavin’s eye, but didn’t have that false stiffness that marred some women’s. Her nipples were stiff and inviting, hinting at a sensitivity that Gavin very briefly considered trying to use against Marie.

Still, he held back, not truly pulling away, but not allowing her to pull him in easily. Still, that molasses feeling returned, ever so faintly as he used his weight to delay the inevitable. He was so focused on this that he barely even noticed the lack of coherent speech he was producing as his mind split itself between bending to her whims and pushing against them. A faint, “No… Don’t want…” was all he mustered this time.

And finally, he was so close that her promises couldn’t be ignored. He could feel her skin on his cheeks, the electric jolt of bliss that seemed to transmit through such contact startling Gavin enough that he began to nuzzle into her tits without thinking. He could actually feel his erection twitch and throb in praise of his action. It redoubled that when his tongue finally snaked out, curious as to why he was enjoying the soft, but strong sensation of her warm skin on his face. She tasted sweet, delicious, faintly of some kind of fruit, perhaps strawberry and a light salt which told hom she was so into what she was doing that a light sweat was developing. A few licks and he wasn’t even trying to hide it as he lapped at her breats, his lips closing and suckling when possible. Her hard nipple found it’s way between them and he hungrily rolled it under his tongue and  kissed it with passion and abandon. Byt the time he made it over to the other side, his body was shaking with how good she felt, smelled, tasted. It was like being enveloped in sheer pleasure and he wanted more. Needed it. His hands hesitantly made their way to her hips.

That little voice of resistance, however much it may have lost, still held some way, though, and those hands moved very little once they found their resting place, only cressing those hips lightly, and using the simple fact that he was touching her as a way of managing the desire to feel her. It was quickly becoming an uphill battle though. That time, the reluctant capitulation had been a boulder, sending ripples of lust and pleasure through his body. And her smile said that she was enjoying the struggle as much as anything. That it might even be stoking her fire hotter…

Marie seemed to be in her own world at that moment. For a moment she was in her own little world as a orgasm began to roll through her body. She pressed her breast into his mouth needfully…. Her mind pushing thoughts into him needfully…

The ideas pushed against the Gavin that was and replaced it slowly with the Gavin she wanted, “Love Mistress’ breasts…. Need them… Want them…. Love to suckle them…. Pleasure them….

Then she smiled a strange smile and another set of ideas washed into him, “Mistress’ pussy is so perfect… She must be worshipped… Must be obeyed…. Must be pleasured always…. She is all…. She is always… She is…..

Marie’s eyes opened with a flutter. She looked into Gavin’s eyes and said, “Gavin… Shouldn’t you get out of all that clothing? Don’t you think that your Mistress should be able to see all of her property?”

Gavin could feel a strange tingle, which felt like it should be at the back of his head but he instinctively knew it wasn’t. Dimly, he became aware that she was using the little gap she’d created in his head as an opening to pour her idea of what he should be into him. And while he couldn’t tell exactly what was being funneled into him, he could tell that the breach was becoming wider…

Part of why he couldn’t tell waht was being done was because he was captivated by Mistress… by Marie’s beautiful breasts. It felt so good, so right to be drawn in tightly to those heavenly mounds. His lips were constantly moving, kissing and caressing and sucking every inch of that warm flesh. How had he lived without them? Each touch, each taste had him squirming in more pleasure than he could remember experiencing, and a feeling of fulfillment bubbled up inside him as Marie… as Marie… as Mistress moaned her approval. He was doing exactly what he loved most, what he needed most. And he was pleasing her as he did so…

But another, more desperate tingle made Gavin frown slightly. He loved his Mistress bosom more than anything, it made him so excited and happy to serve her bresats and he knew that, so why did it feel… strange? Like maybe he shouldn’t feel so elated about it. He still knew that Mistress was manipulating him, but he hadn’t let her do anything major to him yet, so why did it feel like maybe he was wrong?

Before he could follow that twinge of doubt much further, a new notion drifted to his surface thoughts. He suddenly became more aware of how wonderful Mistress’ (another twinge, but that was what she was called, right?) silk covered pussy felt, rubbing insistently against him as she gently slid up and down against his hidden manhood. It was agony and ecstacy, knowing that such a wonderful part of her was trying to touch him but being prevented. He couldn’t even think why that was now, as Mistress deserved to be worshipped and pleasured in any way she wished. He was just a man after all, and she was everything, prefect, powerful and beautiful. Doing anything but obeying and pleasing her seemed ludicrous.

The twinge of resistance and doubt was very faint now, doing little but holding him back from the edge, mostly by delaying him from giving into the lust and pleasure and climaxing. The sheer power of such sensation would almost certainly leave his mental gates unguarded as it happened.

And even as the little embers of the old Gavin tryed their best to keep burning, he began to kick off his shoes and socks, wriggle out of his trousers and slowly force himself to pull his hands from Mistress’ hips, as she stood, in order to remove his boxers. He swiftly lay naked before her, his cock so hard it almost shook with need.

“‘m not property…” mumbled Gavin without really being aware of it, before more definitely saying, “Is this better… Mis… Mistress?”

Marie smiled as she said, “But you are property Gavin. My property. And since you are that means I can do anything I want with you. And I will.” She turned and walked away from him for a moment disappearing into the next room. When she returned she carried an outfit in her hands made of latex. She dropped it on the ground beside him almost carelessly.

She walked around behind him to have a seat in the chair behind him. She crossed her legs and then rubbed her left shoe against his back slowly as she spoke, “As my property Gavin you have a duty remember? You must be the perfect obedient slave to my wishes. You remember don’t you? Nothing is more important than you meetingevery single one of my needs…”

She drew her foot away and said, “You need to be marked Gavin. Pick up the collar and place it around your throat and tell me what you are. What you have been. What you will always be…”


Still more in this tale to tell…

Next time…


Aug 17 2009

Storm Clouds XV – An ongoing Succubi Story

Storm Clouds XV

New chapter of the Succubi story started this week. Camilla reveals her secret to Tom at last and Tom is in a fix…



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 toward 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; and 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.”

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 were rows 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 wood, with a fine, ruddy patina, 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 fulfill something important: our longing to be with family. But we should remember that we should not be together only 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 the only thing that Patricia would have 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 judgment each of us has. There are other, better ways.”

His gaze paused to look at the raven haired woman, “Rebirth will happen. Whether it is happening today, or 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 the 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 proved the words true to us all. If there is something that should be remembered as we leave here, to return to our own worlds within the world around us, it is 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, stunning: full lips, deep green eyes, but, within the beauty, 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…

Tom didn’t move as they walked away. Then he asked Camilla, “How does she…”

Camilla cut him off with a giggle, “She knows. She always knows. Just the way things are when you are around her.”

That seemed to make sense in a way. It appeared that everyone at the service knew her, deferred to her, so it would follow that she was well informed. And then Tom remembered the preacher he had met moments before. He might well have told her his name.

It all made sense finally.

With a grunt, he stood up and offered his hand, “Well she’s invited us. We’d better not turn her down then right?”

She nodded, “Uh-uh. Wouldn’t want to be on her bad side after all this time.” They walked past the casket and then turned onto the path that began just past the first tree there. Tom noted that it was of red cobblestone, but oddly smooth. Normally walking on them for a woman in heels would be a challenge, but there was nothing uneven about them: No gaps, nothing save a smooth path that wound in front of them around and between the trees there.  Still Tom was ready to catch Camilla if she should trip or stumble.

Tom commented, “Long and winding road isn’t it?”

She answered with, “Life usually is when you think about it.”

The path ended at a small clearing and in the middle of that space was a silver and white gazebo. The supporting structure was of the silver, as were the steps. The white was the latticework between the silver and around the sides of it all. Tom asked, “What is this place exactly?”

She replied, “A place to remember those that have gone until they return once more Thomas.”

Standing outside was the minister, and standing at the top of one of the short set of stairs was that woman, working on something hanging from the roof. As they came closer, it was apparent what she was doing.

She was hanging a wind chime on a white ribbon suspended in mid-air there, among what looked to be hundreds of them. Every chime was silver in colour with some sort of white writing on the face of it. Tom noted that there was no single ribbon colour at work holding them all in place. Red, black, blue, yellow, it didn’t seem to have a rhyme or reason to it, just a mass of colours all ending at the same metallic silver and white.

She finished tying the ribbon and then moved away from it. As Tom watched, that chime began to swing a little bit and then touched the chime next to it. He assumed that there was a wind in the gazebo that was causing one chime after the other to start to sway and begin their sounds in the air.

The odd thing was, as the woman stepped down and away from the chimes, they tolled in a clockwise pattern around the gazebo, ending where they began at the chime she had just placed there. But when it was struck, Tom didn’t notice that it didn’t make a sound…

She took the minister’s arm, and the pair walked to Tom and Camilla, stopping just in front of them.

Tom assumed he would be able to ask a question of her first, but instead the woman began, “I have spoken with the Mayor, and as of this morning all of your other cases have been removed from your docket, Thomas. Save for Patricia; as of this morning she is your only case.”

Tom couldn’t help the stutter, “But… But… How?”

She didn’t quite smile so much as allow the corner of her mouth to arch a bit. “Just cause Thomas. Just cause…”

The shock in Tom’s voice was very apparent, “Who exactly are you? What gives you the right to be able to order things in this town?”

She replied in the same calm voice, “You have our card do you not? We make dreams Thomas. We have done a lot of good in this place for a lot of people. Those people owe us favours… I called in a few of them this morning.”

She continued in a matter of fact tone, “You are supposed to be the best at solving difficult cases. The other ones are all simple ones that can be handed off to those in your department that need the experience in solving them. Secondly, you are involved in this case Thomas. Quite deeply now aren’t you? Finally, and most importantly Thomas, you have shown more concern about Patricia than anyone else has. Therefore, you are part of our family now Thomas.”

Thomas frowned, “What exactly does it mean that I am part of your family?”

She smiled, “You go where angels and devils fear to tread…”

For the first time Tom managed a chuckle, “Do that every day ma’am, that’s going to be nothing new.”

She turned to Camilla, “Answer his questions, Daughter; all of them. Give him what he wants.”

She nodded, “Yes. I will.”

And then the woman began to walk away with the minister. Before they had moved too far away, Tom called out, “What’s your name?”

She paused in mid stride and with an oddly pleasant smile replied, “Tera. My name is Tera.”

And then she continued on her way, leaving Tom more confused than ever…

Storm Clouds

By TeraS

Chapter 5

After Tera walked away, Tom returned his attention to Camilla, “Okay, I have questions, you have answers so, what the hell is going on around here?”

Camilla had walked to a park bench nearby and after brushing off some leaves, reclined there to look at Tom. At his question she answered, “That’s a big question Thomas. You want to narrow it down some?”

He sighed, pinched his nose and then said, “Right. Let’s start with something simple then. What is your family’s last name?”

The answer was not what he expected, “We don’t have a last name.”

Tom was getting frustrated again but managed, “Okay, no last name? That doesn’t make any sense Camilla. You have to have one.”

Folding her hands into her lap she replied, “I did have one, I don’t anymore. There is no need for one. I know that doesn’t make a lot of sense Thomas, but… For us it does…”

He mumbled, “Also makes for lots of fake i.d.’s.”

She raised a finger in the air, “I have never changed my name since Tera gave me her gift.”

Tom dismissed that and continued, “Who is she exactly, Tera? How is it that she has so much… power?”

This answer was also a surprise, “She’s the Queen. That’s why. The how is more… involved.”

He stumbled over his words just slightly, “A Queen? So she has diplomatic immunity then I suppose. You know I’ve never heard of a queen named Tera before. Small country I suppose, but then why does she operate out of a normal building and not an embassy, and second, where is her security? A head of state doesn’t just walk down the street everyday.”

Camilla smiled, “Tera does. She is the Queen, but she refuses to take of the trappings of one. She would rather be with the world instead of being separated from it. Pomp and ceremony to her only means that you don’t care about the people that call you their ruler, or other things, so she spends her time in the world, easily accessible and never once has she refused a request if someone has asked to see her.”

Tom interrupted, “But her connections?”

Camilla explained, “She’s been around for a very long time Thomas. She was one of the founders of this city did you know?”

Tom shot her a look, “This city is over 500 years old Camilla.”

She nodded, “Yes. Yes it is. Interesting contradiction isn’t it?”

Tom paced for a few moments trying to fit that into his worldview before saying, “Well she looks good for being 500. But you must mean a previous queen named Tera and she’s something like the twentieth one or something.”

His answer was a shrug.

Then he turned to another subject, “Tell me about Pamela then.”

Camilla sighed, “She was, is, one of Tera’s Daughters like I am. She became one before I did. She lived in the city with three children she adopted with her… husband for the last 17 years. Two boys and a girl. They’ve left the city with their father. They are quite safe where they are.”

Tom sighed, “You know that he’s a suspect right?”

Camilla shook her head, “He’s not. I can guarantee that.”

Tom frowned, “You can’t know that.”

She just smiled again, “Tera knows. He couldn’t lie to her and if he tried she’d know.”

Tom managed a smirk, “Handy to be a living lie detector. Still I want to talk to her husband and the kids Camilla. I can’t just accept her word on him.”

She sighed, “It won’t get you anywhere Thomas, but I’ll make sure you meet them.”

Tom nodded, “Thank you. Now, did Pamela have any enemies?”

Camilla actually looked confused for a moment and then explained, “Why would a loving wife and mother have enemies? They lived their lives together, Tera let them be and didn’t ask them to do anything save live their lives and look after their children. They did their time in hell Thomas. They survived, Tera found them and gave them what they wanted most of all. Why would someone hate that?”

Tom’s answer was blunt, “Extortion perhaps. Kidnapping. Money. Anything is possible.”

Camilla put her hands over her nose for a moment before saying, “None of that is a good enough reason for her passing Thomas.”

Tom walked to her and placed his hand on to her shoulder, “I know. It never is.” Then he asked, “Why wasn’t her husband and kids at the ceremony?”

She explained, “They are, at the moment, burying Pamela.”

Tom was very confused now, “Here?”

She nodded, “Where else? Well actually over there a way.”

Tom threw up his hands in frustration, “Look, this is nuts. You can’t bury someone in the middle of the city.”

Camilla answered that with, “Who said we were in the city Thomas?”

He felt a shiver run down his back at her next words, “You haven’t been in the city since you walked into our world.

Camilla stood taking Tom’s hand in hers, “Come on. Tera said to show you everything.” She started walking away from the gazebo to a clear spot in the grass around them. Before Tom could react, Camilla made a motion in the air with her hand and in the next moment Tom found himself standing at the base of a lush green mountain, hundreds upon thousands of grey grave markers surrounding him.

Tom turned to her and exclaimed, “What the hell?” He found himself looking at Camilla transformed. She now had a pair of short black devil horns in her hair, her dress transformed to latex from the cloth of before, a long black spaded tail moving in the air behind her… and tears in her eyes.

She still held his hand tightly in hers as she said, “This is all real Thomas. Don’t panic okay? I will not harm you. Just try to get your bearings and calm down okay?”

He tugged at her grip trying to dislodge it, but she held him firmly in her grip. Putting a hand against her chest, he tried to pull away grunting out, “What the fuck are you?”

He caught out of the corner of his eye her tail whipping around and braced for when it struck him…

Aug 16 2009

First sneak peak image of our Succubus Lost Girl…

I came across an image of Anna Silk as Bo in the Lost Girls Succubus TV series that I posted on a day or so ago…

Anna Silk as Bo from the Lost Girl TV Series

They posted this at the Showcase Blog, which you can see here.

Umm… Well…

They could have picked something more… sexy… Mebby?

I still think she’s promising and I still hope that the series lives up to my hopes for it…

Still with tail and fingers crossed…


Aug 15 2009

Well if I can’t find a Succubus Costume, how about a wig?

Stepping back from looking for a Succubus costume for a moment, mebby there is a wig that just might be good…

Red Wig Black Horns

It does have a certain amount of cuteness in it… Pigtails and horns with the right outfit just might make it… Just mind you…

The red seems a little bit off, so with some photoshopping…

Redder Wig

I think that this looks better, the horns are more visible and the red is not so washed out looking…

But of course the second version you can’t buy…

The wig sells for $12 US and it’s easily found if you look for it…

I’d try to dye it myself if I was going to use this…

But there are better ones that I have seen…