Mar 10 2016

Succubi Image of the Week 425

Sometimes I find images of Succubi that, for me at least, really inspire some interesting stories in my thoughts. Sometimes it’s an expression, other times their form, on occasion the attire they wear. It’s nice when all of those things come together in a piece of Succubi art that I think is inspired…

Topaz Tornado by Lynie

Topaz Tornado by Lynie

This work is of a character called Topaz Tornado and was a commission of the artist Lynie on Hentai Foundry. You can find the original page on Hentai Foundry with this artwork here.

She’s just the most amazing looking Succubi really. The pose, expression, attire, her overall form really all come together in just the right way so that she’s powerful in her character but at the same time there’s a certain allure to her as well.

I think the mixture of her red skin with her hair, wings, horns and especially how the glowing gems that she wears just simply work and make her look perfect.

It’s not often there is an image of a Succubus in flight and I think, by far, this is one of my favourite such images of the year…



Mar 09 2016

Lots of red, but really, this isn’t all that much of a costume…

Red Hot Devil CostumeAh spandex… You do help with some interesting superhero costumes. But you don’t as a whole, make for very good devil costumes all that often. Perhaps the main problem is that tight and clingy isn’t enough by itself?

This is called the Red Hot Devil Costume and it comes with the catsuit, an attached devil tail and the horns. It sells for between $45 and $55 US on the site that I found it on.

It’s quite simply… Meh. There’s really nothing attractive about it and as a whole it’s quite unimaginative I think at least.

The flame pattern is a bit odd, and I suppose that’s supposed to be an accent or something like that. But it does nothing at all to make things better.

I can’t see a way to improve this as nothing about it even comes close to being something that I like in the first place.

It might be another costume to toss in the fireplace and roast marshmallows over though…

Yet another zero out of five pitchforks.

Perhaps next week we’ll crack into the ones again?

I can but hope…



Mar 08 2016

A Review of Lair of The Succubus by Sheba Griffins

Lair of The Succubus by Sheba Griffins

Lair of The Succubus by Sheba Griffins

A review today of the first work in a series called Lucifer and Lilith by Sheba Griffins which has an interesting premise as a whole, but gives me pause. The thing about using such characters is that there is a certain viewpoint that readers have of them. Being so, trying to tell a story with them can be difficult because of all of the preconceptions that come with them.

It is possible to, however, write a tale in which there is something more, something slightly different that provides a focus that falls outside of the main characters themselves. Then the critical point comes to making the characters be more, act more, tell more than just what one might expect. The hard part is trying to not fall into stereotypical behaviour for them both.

  • Title: Lair of The Succubus
  • Author: Sheba Griffins
  • Length: 19 Pages
  • Publishing Date: February 29, 2016
  • This work at

It is the story of:

She’s the world’s first succubus – rejected by Adam and banished to her own corner of the underworld. Now Lilith waits in her den of iniquity, using dozens of men to sustain her insatiable appetite. Until one day, a beautiful stranger walks into her home.

His name is Lucifer, and they share a common enemy. But to make sure this mysterious stranger is truthful, Lilith must encourage him to bare all…

Lilith’s eternal life consists of those around her sating her sexual appetites, if barely so. She exists in a gilded cage because she decided she wanted something more. She remembers the one responsible and burns in anger among the flames of pleasure. He comes looking for revenge for his choice and sees in Lilith the means to that. But is this a relationship or just two seeking to settle their score using one another? Time, and themselves, will tell.

The majority of this work centres around a long extended erotic scene in which Lilith has her way with many of her servants and slaves while Lucifer watches from nearby. This, the first part of the story, has some reasonably good heat, but what I found more interesting and captivating was Lilith’s thoughts as the scene continued. Her thoughts about where she is, why she is there, I think were quite well told and, at least for me, made her to be more than she seemed to be from her actions.

Lilith, at least this one, needs, craves sexual moments and her life is held to that. She describes herself as a succubus, as a warning to others for what she chose. The underlying emotion in that thought make her a far better character than otherwise she could have been. In the moments between her sexuality coming to the fore and taking over, she’s intelligent, scheming to a point, but also remembers well what she has lost and why it matters to her.

Lucifer, while a core part the story as well, is a bit less well rounded out as a character. Like Lilith, there’s a strong sexual current in his character, there is a bit of aloofness, and somewhat a domineering aspect to him. While that works, I would have been more enthused if he and Lilith were more equals than how things seem to be otherwise.

The latter part of the work tells of Lilith and Lucifer becoming intimate, and it is far more heated, more real, more character driven than the first erotic passage. There is purpose, for one, and as well when the moment passes, what Lilith discovers, and how she does so, makes perfect sense and I think that was a well constructed bit of conceit to Lilith herself.

The work is rather short, most of it being focused on the erotic scenes and there isn’t a lot of time spent in developing the story, the series or the characters. I feel like another five pages of telling both of their stories from their perspective would have added a lot to this work. Just too much sex and not enough substance for me at least.

The work ends on a point that obviously leads into the next work in the series. It’s a rather ominous note, but makes sense from the perspective of the main characters. I’m hoping that Lilith remains true to herself, I wouldn’t like her to change herself for the sake of a simple revenge. She’s more complicated than that, more subtle and that would be good to see. Succubi after all are their seduction and temptation, not otherwise. I hope that is where the story goes from here.

Three out of five pitchforks.

Far too much time spent on Lilith being sexual and not enough on her character. Too much time spent on Lucifer scheming and not enough on building a connection with Lilith that is more than the sex they have. Still, the undertone of the work, revenge, seems to have a purpose, and where that takes the series I will be interested in. But if that comes to be only Lilith being sexual and Lucifer gloating and watching, that will be disappointing. I’m hoping not.



Mar 08 2016

A Review of Bad Dreams by Brantwijn Serrah

Bad Dreams by Brantwijn Serrah

Bad Dreams by Brantwijn Serrah

There aren’t very many stories which use the idea of sleep paralysis as the basis for driving a story forwards. That’s surprising really as it does link into the myth of incubi as a whole. Possibly the largest problem in doing so is that managing to make the story not be too clinical and have some heat is a challenge.

Beyond that, if the buildup of the erotica works well, the story can be something quite unique and fascinating. Regardless of how odd the incubus themselves might be.

  • Title: Bad Dreams
  • Author: Brantwijn Serrah
  • Length: 22 Pages
  • ASIN: B00O57LN7S
  • Publishing Date: October 2, 2014
  • This work at

The work tells the story of:

Priya can’t sleep, but that’s not the worst of her troubles. She’s starting to hallucinate, and every night she’s seeing a very wicked male…

The doctor calls it “sleep paralysis.” Her husband doesn’t realize anything’s wrong. But night after night, Priya finds herself stuck between sleep and waking, perfectly aware and perfectly helpless, as a looming dark creature hovers over her. He promises pleasure so sinful, Priya can’t resist. Bound in his coils, she’s starting to lose herself…

Priya’s sleep isn’t much of one. She exists inbetween the world of wake and sleep throughout her nights and as she does so, something strange begins to happen. The waking world becomes a dream while her dream, and the pleasures within, becomes her all.

The work tells what is quite the complex story. It begins in a matter of fact way but as Priya falls further and further into the clutches of the incubus, reality and her dreams get mixed up in some very odd and unique ways. It is jarring at some points where Priya’s feelings and changing attitudes about her “waking sleep” go from fearing it, to accepting it and then, finally, giving into the needs that are brought out in her as a result of what the incubus does to her.

The incubus, who is never named, is not exactly what one expects an incubus to be. There’s a good bit of tentacle erotica mixed in with some hot mind control and incubus erotica as well. The erotica tends to lean more on the tentacle theme as a whole however. Eventually the story turns from the telling of Priya falling to the temptations of the incubus and moves onto the incubus offering Priya a place in his world.

This is where things are somewhat unclear. Priya accepts the offer and is transformed, but what she looks like exactly isn’t quite clear. Her appearance seems to be more vampiric than succubus in my perception of what happens. There is a very abrupt shift in her mind, who she is, and when that happens it is a bit jarring. There is a connection to this event earlier in the story, when Priya’s thoughts about her husband are mentioned here and there, so it’s not absurd by any means.

The work closes quickly and leaves Priya as she begins her new life, but what that is, exactly, is unsure and unclear. It would lead nicely into another story about her, about what the other world is like and that could bookend this work well.

Well written, Priya is a very strong character and supports the story extremely well. While the erotica has heat, tentacles aren’t my thing so in those moments the heat was lessened quite a lot for me. The plot is complex and takes many turns to get to the ending, but that serves to keep things interesting, and it is.

I’ll give this work three and a half pitchforks out of five.

A unique kind of incubus mixed with erotica with some heat in it and a story that had something to say. Very well done and I found it interesting as a whole even if the incubus himself didn’t quite appeal to me as a whole. It would be interesting to see where Priya goes from here as that would be a story in itself to tell.



Mar 07 2016

And Now the News… Part IV By TeraS

It has been some time since I have written in the story I call: And Now the News… If you’d like to read what came before, you can find that here on the Tale.

We all come from somewhere and somewhen… For some that tells not just their past, but their future as well. But what is the cost of spending one’s truth for what amounts to a dare? Is that all there is and when the deed is done, was it the right thing to do?

We all come from somewhere and somewhen … For some, that tells not just their past, but their future as well. But what is the cost of spending one’s truth for what amounts to a dare? Is that all there is? And, when the deed is done, was it the right thing to do?


And Now the News…
Part IV
By TeraS


The past is part of us. The present is fleeting. Both lead to the future.As said by Tera to a lost soul in search of meaning to certain choices

Paige lay upon soft, golden sheets, her form curled up beneath and among them. Her sleep was fitful, haunted, uneven. From time to time, a sound escaped her, a moment of loss, of calling out …

…of the need within.

She awoke to find herself no longer in the temple, not in Her presence. Her thoughts were slightly jumbled. A mixture of Thrall, who ached to return, to kneel, to keen and be devoted, and Paige, who was confused, lost, wanting to understand why. Raising herself from the bed, the sheets held against her, she looked about to see she was in a comfortable room, the space inviting, loved, cared for. A thought intruded, one of her being trapped, held against her will.

She looked for the stone walls, the bindings that were used to hold her. She glanced towards the door, knowing it was locked, there was no escape until she had become what they wanted her to be. But there were no such walls. There was no door trapping her. A memory came, a memory of Her voice explaining that Thrall could leave if she wished; the choice was hers.

Pulling the sheet away, Paige looked upon herself. The only thing she wore was that black collar. There was no escape in the nude from this place. At the same time, another part of her relished the thought of padding through the temple, bare to all, submitting to Her in all things and ways.

The sound of clothes rustling drew her attention to the foot of the bed, where she saw a figure only glimpsed before. Thrall recognized her as Need. Paige didn’t know her, at least she didn’t recall her well. Need knelt nearby, as She had asked of her. To be present when Thrall awoke, to be the hand to guide Paige, to give whatever was asked of her. Need shivered slightly, wetting her lips and allowing the softest of mewls in her want.

She was the embodiment of need, of want, of desire. Thrall shivered, knowing that Need was there for her and her alone. Paige, however, didn’t see Need: she saw a woman that was achingly familiar; but her own thoughts were slippery, unclear, troubled as she tried to remember.

Purple eyes glinted in the light, catching Paige’s and Thrall’s attention long before the moan and tremble from Need’s voice poured from her lips and over the sheets: “Hello.” It was a simple word, but laced with passion, with aching need. For Paige, it was like having her clit licked. For Thrall, it was enough to make her pussy drip and her legs part slightly, the offer of servitude on the edge of her lips before Paige took control once more.

“Who are you?”

“I am Her Need.”

“No, who are you?”

The purple eyes were captivating: “Need.”

Paige shivered, something deep inside fluttering at the word, at the thought of how completely fulfilled Need was in this moment. “Why are you here?”

“To serve.”


The moan sent a thrill along Paige’s spine as Need whispered her desires: “You.”

Paige thought about this, still looking at the woman with purple eyes, still so intently focused upon her. She wondered about why purple eyes, why purple hair, why was she wearing a purple collar.

Thrall whispered the answer: “She knows.”

Paige shook herself from the stupor she was in and asked: “Where am I?”

“In our place.”

Paige was confused, Thrall soothed the worries, spreading a warm calm feeling over Paige’s thoughts: “Ours.”

She gathered the sheets around her and rose from the bed, Need remaining where she was, her eyes never leaving Paige as she moved about the room. She looked out into the hallway, seeing the passage leading off towards what seemed to be an elevator in the distance. No guards, no threat of punishment, nothing to stop her from leaving if it was what she wished.

Thrall guided Paige’s fingers to play upon her folds, a whisper of thought merging with Paige’s own.

“… I can leave. Escape. Expose this place …”

“… You can stay. Remain. Be part of this place …”

… We can stay for Need and be …”

Paige didn’t notice how her thoughts had shifted, how her focus had moved from thoughts of resisting and escaping to thoughts of the one called “Need.” She didn’t really notice when the sheet fell from her fingers and pooled on the floor about her. She didn’t think it was strange that she began to play her fingers over her skin, cupping her mound, licking her lips. She remembered the taste of another on her lips, the desire for her long hidden away. She felt the ache again, long trapped beneath the role she had been made to embrace.

It was Her Need.

“I …”

“I am Need.”

Paige made her way to Need, pausing, then kneeling with her. She looked into those purple eyes in wonder. Thrall ached for them to touch, ached for Need.

Need’s purple-tipped fingers touched Thrall. Paige felt them on her cheek … familiar, so familiar that her clit thrummed at the touch. A memory came, mixed with Thrall, and then Need moved closer, her lips surrounding and then sucking. Paige remembered this, had a recollection of doing this, of how it made them cry out in pleasure, how thrilled she was to be able to do this for her. She was lost in the moment and didn’t realize that Need had guided her to recline, to part her legs and offer herself to Need. Thrall was hot and wet, and whispered for Paige to give herself to Need. Paige closed her eyes, biting her lip as Need began to lick along the inside of one thigh, moving slowly higher, her fingertips just ahead of her tongue: “Oh … fuck … yessss … please … yesss …”

The feeling overcame Paige, she falling into Thrall, the two becoming one in the moment when Need’s supple tongue and lips pleasured her needy clit, her fingers parting her folds and moving in and out of her slick, wet, hungry pussy.

As Need pleasured them, Paige and Thrall shared a memory: a shower, being pressed against the tiled walls, blue-green eyes sparkling in need, a voice begging to be allowed, a nod, then gasping in surprise as her lover sucked on her nipples, kissing around her navel, and then, still holding her against the shower wall as the water sprayed about them both, cupping her ass, fingernails raking her skin. Next came the scream from her lips as that tongue—oh, Goddess, she had the longest tongue—dove into her cleft, flexing, tasting, purring into her cunt making her cry out in surprise once more. Paige was cumming, so hard, so long, sliding slowly down the wall until she was wrapped in her lover’s arms as the warm rain of the shower drizzled over them both. Her trembling hand reaching out, cupping the chin of her lover lightly: “Only you.”

The answer was a soft smile: “It’s nice to be needed.”

Paige wept, the tears mixing in the water from the shower around them: “I …”

The memory came to a close as reality returned in the rush of an orgasm, one Paige hadn’t felt since that day. She screamed until she was unable to breathe, her hands twisted into Need’s hair, holding her, where Need worshipped her. The memories, long suppressed, trapped, refused to her because of the choice she had made, flooded back in. Paige and Thrall cried out at the unfairness of it all, of what she had lost. She thought of how she had been changed, how she was no longer the woman that once had loved and been loved. A deal had been struck, and she had paid for it with her very soul.

Need’s tongue slithered away, licking Paige-Thrall’s folds, her clit. She left a kiss on the inside of each thigh. Paige was in a stupor as Need rose herself, crawled between Paige’s legs and drew closer. She couldn’t look away from those purple eyes, the shine of her wetness on Need’s lips and chin. Then, just as their nipples rubbed deliciously, Need hovering over her, eyes looking into eyes, Paige saw … “It’s … you.”

“I am your Need.”

From nearby, Paige heard Song’s voice, the song returning once more, breaking the barriers between Paige and Thrall, merging them, blending them into one.

Paige’s eyes turned as black as the collar she wore. Her hair turned the deepest of black. A wave passed over her skin, the changes made vanishing away. They were not part of being Hers. They were unneeded.

She had, in her arms, what she needed.

The three spoke, their voices becoming wanton, aching, submissive. Each of their beings calling out their own truths.

Song pure in bliss, the first to know: “I am Her Song.”

Need purred in heat: “I am Her Need.”

Paige felt the last of what was empty out of her mind and soul, the truth coming in ecstasy: “I am Her Thrall.”

The three souls cried out in pleasure, crying out their singular truth: “We are Hers.”

Mar 06 2016

A Review of Succubus Noir: Tearing The Veil by Christiane Pelletier

Succubus Noir: Tearing The Veil by Christiane Pelletier

Succubus Noir: Tearing The Veil by Christiane Pelletier

A review today of the first work in a series which appeared several months ago, then was removed, and returned in the past week or so. At the time the work first appeared, I purchased a copy and seeing that it had reappeared, I decided to review it today.

Not knowing who you are is a problem. Not understanding why you are is a bigger one. When push comes to shove, what is your truth and who can you believe? At best, or worse, you are either on your own, or beholden to another. The question is, which is the role you will play and can you?

The story is about:

Keri Linsey is an ex cop, private investigator. She is working on a case involving a cheating wife and a jealous husband. Like things weren’t complicated enough she’s also struggling with certain needs that are waking inside her. Will she be able to control her dark desires or will she become a Succubus unleashed?

Keri hasn’t been feeling well for some time now and things are getting worse. But she still has a job to do and in the process of doing so she discovers she isn’t sick, she needs to feed. A succubus alone in the world can find herself being the prey of others. But Keri herself isn’t easy prey too.

The concept of this work, Keri herself, and the appearance of a certain Mistress towards the end of the story are all very interesting and hold a lot of promise. Keri is a strong character, trying to keep things together as best she can. The work tells the tale of her coming to learn she is a succubus, what a small part of her powers are and then being offered a choice.

The problem with this work really comes to the editing and how the work reads more than anything else. It needs at least two more editing passes to remove a lot of awkward sentences, dialogue and action. The writing is very uneven, tending to shift back and forth in tense and perspective more than it really should have, if at all.

The erotica is somewhat hot, being a pair of short hot flashes among the rest of the work. There’s an air of BDSM as well during the erotica. A small hint of a succubus using her powers on others comes along, but it’s fleeting as a whole. There’s really no passion, no direction, no meaning or focus in the erotica which in a lot of ways reflects the balance of the work.

Besides Keri, another character is a succubus, but she appears fleetingly at the end of the work, offers a hint of what comes next in the story, and then the work closes with a promise of something more to come. Her character is vague, not really fleshed out clearly, but seems to be a focal point of the story, and series, going forwards.

Somewhat confused in the storytelling, much like Keri and some of the other characters, the work offers a path for the series to take, if that ever happens. The ending comes quickly, much like many of the characters do, and when the work closes, the main question comes to one of, what was the point?

There’s quite a lot of world building character-wise, which was fine, save for the need to edit it. The author really needs to do so and take some care in what they are writing. There is a story here, one that interests me, but the read isn’t smooth or clear. It needs to be so.

Two out of five pitchforks.

The work needs a serious editing to make the dialogue more real, more focused and more believable. The numerous spelling mistakes and grammar errors have to be dealt with. If that was done, and the work read better, that would make a huge difference.

Keeping in mind that this review is based on the first release of this work, and that I have not purchased the reissue, I’m going to assume that the author did something to make it read better than it was. The work ends such that there should be a part two and I will be looking for that.

There’s something interesting here to be found. It is the flaws that smother it.



Mar 06 2016

A Review of Smoking Hot: The Diary of a Fire Demon by Amy Mah

Smoking Hot: The Diary of a Fire Demon by Amy Mah

Smoking Hot: The Diary of a Fire Demon by Amy Mah

Not all the stories that I review have a Succubus character in them. Sometimes the reason I review a story is simply because the story is something special in a lot of ways. There need not be erotica, there doesn’t have to be anything more than a story with characters that have an interesting story to tell.

There comes a moment, sometimes, when who you are inside doesn’t match who you are on the outside. However, in being so, in seeing things from a different perspective, you can change yourself, those around you, and, sometimes, most importantly, you can find what has been missing in your life. Someone that matters to you and you to them.


The work tells the story of:

Swapping bodies with a young female demon had not been part of the planned vacation. Nor was having to attend a demonic high school for the magically gifted when the most magical thing you could do was set your own underwear on fire. Life was not going to be easy, even less so with a painful tail that everyone trod on. Owning a magic sword that always tried to look up your skirt when fighting, was not helpful. But then nor was having a telepathic diary that corrected your thinking instead of your spelling.

The summary for this work doesn’t really tell what this work is about in a lot of ways. That’s not to say that much of what is told doesn’t happen, because it does. However, there is more. The work is a coming of age story, a mystery, an adventure. But at the core it is about finding someone to care about and in doing so, discovering more about oneself.

Alyce is an ordinary girl who finds an extraordinary mirror. The girl on the other side offers an adventure, which Alyce accepts, but when she does so, she discovers that the girl on the other side is actually a demon, more specifically a Fire Demon, and Alyce now has her life. Off to school Alyce goes, meeting with some troubles along the way. Helping another demon named Pink, they become roomies and their adventure begins.

Alyce, as a Fire Demon, isn’t a succubus, obviously, though she has horns and a tail. The thing about her is, as the story unfolds, there are secrets about her new life that come out and in that happening, there is a lot of development for her and Pink as well. When the truth comes out, when they finally understand what is happening to the two of them, the story moves into telling what happens to their relationship, and who each of them are.

To follow along, to see Alyce come into her own, expressing her humanity in a place where humanity isn’t known is one thing, but to see that happening to Pink, and to a lesser extent, to a few other students marks a change in things. This doesn’t come to a climax in this work, but it sets up a lot of plot threads for where the series should go.

In some stories like this there is a lot of angst, a lot of internal argument in the main character that doesn’t add much to the story. Here, that doesn’t come out, though there are some interesting passages in Alyce’s diary that come close to that. By avoiding this theme it makes the work a lot stronger as a whole and a better read.

The work ends on a sad note in a lot of ways, there is a revelation about what happened back on Earth, what Alyce finds out about Pink, and more. There’s a melancholy that seeps into the last chapter which bothered me. After all of the trials, battles and hurt that Alyce goes through, the ending just left me… wanting.

Still, the work is amazing in many ways, it avoids a lot of stereotypical pitfalls that most coming of age stories fall into. There’s nothing erotic in the work, and really there shouldn’t be. This is a work about finding someone, becoming someone, and, in the end, making a choice to stand up for those around you. That is, always, a good story to tell.

Four out of five pitchforks.

The ending comes on a sad, almost painful note, and I wish that hadn’t been that way. To the writing of this review, there hasn’t been a follow-on work in the series and there really needs to be one. There’s so much good in this work and where Alyce’s life goes from here should be told.

I hope it is.