Feb 12 2016

A Review of I Summoned a Succubus! by Georgia Peaches

I Summoned a Succubus! by Georgia Peaches

I Summoned a Succubus! by Georgia Peaches

There are some stories about succubi that touch upon the idea that they can shift genders and become incubi as well. That in itself can be a hard thing to write about as what usually happens is that the succubus, now incubus, tends to go well over the top in being dominant and that changes the story quite a lot.

It can work, if the main character in the story has something to offer other than being somewhat, and not in a good way, needing her itch scratched. When that becomes the entire point of the story, there’s something missing and that’s a problem.

  • Title: I Summoned a Succubus!
  • Author: Georgia Peaches
  • Length: 15 Pages
  • ASIN: B011A0IYWE
  • Publishing Date: July 8, 2015
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells the story of:

18-year-old Layla just can’t seem to satisfy her wild carnal urges, no matter what she tries, and it’s getting frustrating to say the least– until she comes up with the idea to summon her very own sex-slave, gender-swapping succubus! It works great, and she’s finally getting the stimulation she craves, at least until the demon gets free and takes matters into his own hands…

Layla can’t find a way to scratch her itch, no matter how hard she tries. If she didn’t know better, she might well be a succubus. Finding a book that allows her to summon one, Layla discovers that succubi are very talented, but they also can be tricky in more ways that she expects.

As a whole this work is a hot flash with a main character that really could have been the succubus from the beginning considering how focused she was on sex, having an orgasm, and finding that nothing really managed that for her. She isn’t a succubus, not by any means, but in being so focused on that one goal, she isn’t interesting and that makes it difficult at times to find story among all of the sex scenes that make up this work.

The succubus, who is never named, I thought was interesting at the beginning in that it was clear she could shift between genders and there was a real personality difference between her two selves. The erotica with her female form I thought was hotter than her male one mainly because the latter seemed to be more into dominance and not much else, having a one track mind. Her female form was seductive, manipulative, and had a personality that just worked better in the story to make it more interesting overall.

The work does have erotica as its focus, and what follows is a series of short scenes of Layla commanding the succubus to “get me off” and then that happens in several different ways. I will say that I liked how there was some attention given to the succubus’ tail and what it could do as I thought that was hot. But beyond the little bits here and there, there wasn’t a lot of heat in the story because it just devolved into Layla trying to have the orgasm she craved over and over again until, finally, she makes a mistake and the tables are turned.

Even at that point, the story lost something along the way, becoming a little too stereotypical in what happens next. The ending is open, and could lead to another story, but that likely means the same thing again happening and I think that would be repetitive and I just don’t enjoy that very much.

The writing could have been more descriptive, the characters more than the cardboard they are made of, and, most of all, there could have been some story with the erotica instead of erotica with a slight reference to a story that never returns.

Two and a half out of five pitchforks.

A stroke story, if barely that, which is a shame because the idea I thought had some promise to it.



Feb 11 2016

Succubi Image of the Week 421

A neat action, sort of, pose for Morrigan Aensland this time on the Tale. It is one of the more interesting words that I have seen of Morrigan where she isn’t draw fully, but in spite of that, there’s a certain kind of danger about her…

Morrigan Aensland by JokoSun

Morrigan Aensland by JokoSun

This work is by an artist on DeviantArt called JokoSun and you can find the original page with this art here and this artist’s page can be found here as well.

I like the dream like quality of this art, and the sharper focus to Morrigan’s eyes is a unique touch. Amazing detail, love her hair and the shadows bring out her shape really well. The pose really looks like something you might see in a fighting poster, Morrigan breaking through the paper towards the viewer and that really works well I think.

Her expression is both calmly confident and at the same time there is a certain mischievous look to her eyes and smile that I think is really very neat.

A lovely piece of Morrigan art by far,,,



Feb 10 2016

If nothing else, you would be warm on a cold Halloween

Womens Velour Sexy Devil CostumeThe thing about Halloween is that, as a whole, it’s generally a rather cold evening for rushing about in some of the costumes that I have found. So, why not go in the complete opposite direction and wear something that you are certainly going to be warm in no matter what?

This is called the Womens Velour Sexy Devil Costume and it comes with the costume, obviously made from Velour which has an attached tail and the matching horns but nothing else. The pitchfork, one of the ones I really do not like, isn’t included nor are the shoes and it sells for… $20 US.

I have to admit that at first glance I thought that the model was wearing something for those cold winter nights to lounge about the house with, but the tail and horns make it obvious that this is a costume, if one that looks rather bland as a whole.

But it does, as an aside, make me wonder about wearing something far more revealing and sexy underneath and, when the time is right, casting this aside to reveal the Succubi beneath…

It’s an interesting thought, but not quite enough for me to actually consider going out and buying this…

One pitchfork out of five for the simple reason that, if nothing else, you’ll be warm.



Feb 09 2016

A Review of The Book of Ecstasies by Amelia Ravenhearst

The Book of Ecstasies by Amelia Ravenhearst

The Book of Ecstasies by Amelia Ravenhearst

A review of the first work in a new series called Daemon Lover today on the Tale. I enjoy series that begin with meaning, a purpose. Characters that are more than they first appear to be. I like the idea of a series exploring who they are, why things happen. I feel that the best series are the ones that remember there is story to be told and the erotica need not be the core of the work.

The drawing out of desire brings with it fantasies, needs and more. Desire can lead to a choice, whether that is from oneself, or is pressed upon one. Regardless of the why that comes, the need to answer the unspoken questions about oneself can be all that matters.

  • Title: The Book of Ecstasies
  • Author: Amelia Ravenhearst
  • Length: 38 Pages
  • Publishing Date: January 9, 2016
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells the story of:

When Natalia Whateley is given an old book of magic spells, it seems harmless enough fun. Little does she know that she is being drawn into an ancient pact of depravity with a lustful demonic spirit.

Natalia visits an odd book store and finds herself bring drawn to an ancient book of spells. A warning given, a spell cast, and Natalia finds herself needing and needful. Returning to the place where it all began, the surprises continue, her life changes. Then she uses the book again and summons an incubus who entwines himself in her life, her body, her mind and soul.

Natalia is written as a wonderfully complex character and I adored her from the moment she first appears in the work. As she passes through the story, there is a lovely grasp of her wit, intelligence and humour. The time spent in telling Natalia’s story allows for a slow erotic heat to build up as the story continues and Natalia’s contact with the book begins to influence her. There are some very interesting references to mind control here and here which I thought were well crafted and told. What’s more important is that she doesn’t turn away from who she is. She become more needy, more wanton in her desires, but she is still herself, just very flustered and those scenes were both hot and, at time, quite funny as well.

Eventually the incubus of the series, Sartraeus, appears. At first he isn’t clearly defined, but once the story arrives at the point where Natalia summons him, I thought his physical form seemed right for him and in being so raised the erotic heat of the work at time right time in the right way. He isn’t stereotypical, for the most part, though there is a clear telling of his character that makes him very dominant and in being so that puts a particular spin on the erotic scene between himself and Natalia.

Of the two main pieces of erotica, the first was… more a porn movie scene than erotica, which worked in that moment. The better was the second one between Natalia and Sartraeus, although some of the D/s moments in that erotica didn’t play out for me well. Comparing Sartraeus’ first appearance with his second, I felt like there was something not quite right with it and I think the reason for that will come out at some point.

What attracted me the most to this work was the storytelling. There is a good deal of care taken to make the story matter, to set up the series to come. Unlike a lot of series that have appeared of late, there seems to be a clear idea, intention to the author’s words. Story is not cast aside for a hot flash with no meaning. Every word matters, erotic or not.

The writing is very good, the characters, main and supporting have clear voices. There are two minor spelling mistakes, but they aren’t in any way critical. If there is one flaw in the story, I think that comes from how odd, at two points, the erotic encounter between Sartraeus and Natalia was. It didn’t quite sit right with me in that the hint of who Sartraeus seems to be at the beginning of the work seems to be discarded, for the most part, in the latter stages.

The ending points clearly towards the next work in the series, leaving little question as to what will be coming next, and who will be. It does make sense in the context of the work, it isn’t silly or adds in a twist that makes no sense. It simply, clearly, revels in what has happened and offers a hand towards what is to come as all good stories should.

Four out of five pitchforks.

The author has stated there will be a second work in the series, however at the time of this review that date had not been revealed. I will be looking for that work to be published because this is one of the rare series where the needs of the story are met by the heat of the passion and feed upon each other.

Seeing where that takes things I hope can be as amazing as the first work was. The story is but begun and telling that story, should the author continue to do so with the passion they have invested in this work, will be amazing.



Feb 09 2016

A Review of A Tempting Demon by Cora Cross

A Tempting Demon by Cora Cross

A Tempting Demon by Cora Cross

A short incubus story to be reviewed today on the Tale. It has been some time since I’ve reviewed a work by Sinn Lee, as she has vanished, or mostly so. But there are a number of works that now appear under the author name Cora Cross, which are hers, and stated to be.

I didn’t get to read all of Nora’s works with Succubi or Incubi before they were changed, so this work hasn’t been reviewed before by me. But it is a quite familiar read in tone and style nonetheless.

  • Title: A Tempting Demon
  • Author: Cora Cross
  • Length: 24 Pages
  • ASIN: B00U915Y7E
  • Publishing Date: March 3, 2015
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells the story of:

Ava has recently discovered she has the ability to read the minds of others. One day, she reads the mind of a vampire and learns of an entire other world existing all around her. She delves deeper into the secrets of these other paranormal creatures. Her investigation leads her to a mysterious night club. Will she be able to get inside and find someone with the answers she seeks? Perhaps an incubus with a taste for a fairy like her?

Ava has a gift, or a curse, depending on how she looks at it. She can read minds and is using that ability in some questionable ways. A peek in one mind leads her into a world where the supernatural is real. Meeting an incubus, she finds out the truth about herself and what that all means.

The one thing about this work is that it is, really, quite a cute little romantic story about two people meeting, some lessons being learned, and then, in the end, comes understanding and perhaps a bit more than that. It is, overall, a classic story in that way and it is a little formulaic in its nature, but the characters manage to keep it from going too far in that vein.

Ava is, at times, a lost soul, a winey thing. She’s pushy sometimes, quite forceful in fact, but that makes her have some charm that I liked… To a point. The introspection about her past, what she does to earn money and what she intends to do are, sometimes, boring and thin. It does lay out her character, but in doing so she seems whiney sadly.

Malik, the incubus of the story, isn’t stereotypical, seems quite intelligent and in many ways it is that personality of knowing it all that gets a little bit worn over time. Part of that is to draw Ava into connecting with him, really forcing the two of them together, and it does work, as a whole. But the thing is that his personality runs from hot to cold to hot again and it’s hard to follow sometimes.

There is a good deal of story here and it makes up most of the work which then leads into the unescapable moment when the two have their erotic encounter. That in itself is written as a romance with a bit of heat in it and I think as a place the story goes towards it is a nice place to end up at.

The ending has a nice romantic feel to it, there is a future for the characters and it makes a good deal of sense as well. With all of the good that is in this work, as good as the characters are, it is a shame that it has so many little mistakes in it.

There are quite a number of misspelled words, the dialogue at times is a bit wooden, and at a few points there should have been more story than “it happened” and I would like to know what “it” is really. There needed to be a bit more heat as well. Not over the top and wild… Just… hotter than it is overall.

I’ll give this three pitchforks out of five.

A nice little romantic work with two interesting characters, a bit of plot and moments that really did work well. It just needs more editing, and more story, to make it more than it is.



Feb 08 2016

Silver Spoon By TeraS

I came across a GIF that I rather liked the other day. From that image, which I thought was quite delicious, this story comes. I think it’s been a while since I have written some succubi seduction … It’s about time that I did so again …


Silver Spoon
By TeraS


A silver spoon …

…a tool whose existence, in most cases, is barely given a second thought …

… an implement designed for the purpose of moving something from one place to another by means of scooping and lifting. Perhaps it is to be used in stirring sugar, or cream, into one’s coffee, or in the enjoyment of soup, being used to raise a small portion to one’s lips, then blowing over the liquid to cool it slightly before then touching the spoon to one’s lips and enjoying.

But a silver spoon can be used, if one is so inclined, to seduce another.

Imagine, if you will, a certain ebon-haired, green-eyed woman sitting at a table. Or perhaps she awaits you, resting comfortably, on a leather sofa, her long tanned legs curled beneath her. Or what if you encountered her in her kitchen?

She stands there, her hands placed on the countertop behind her, head tilted to the left, a bemused smile on her lips, regarding you as you enter. There is a lick of her tongue over her lips as a smile passes over them, her gaze not wavering as you return the look. The smile remains as she turns to her right, a slender hand tipped with red nails reaching for the door of the refrigerator that hums quietly in the background. You watch, spellbound, as her fingers wrap around the door handle, she looking over her shoulder as she moves that hand up and down the length of it before pulling the door open and revealing the freezer within.

She turns to look within the freezer, the cold air passing over her arm. As you move closer, you can almost make out the goosebumps that begin to form over her exposed skin, and you notice how the slightly-too-short, ever so tightly-fitting top reveals the curve of her back before her high cut panties cause your eyes to jump towards her long slender legs and dainty feet.

She reaches into the freezer, looking for something in particular and just before your mind forms the thought to ask what she is looking for, her voice purrs to you: “Would you fetch me a spoon, pet?”

The question isn’t so much a question of whether you would do so as it is a sensually spoken command. There is no hesitation in you; of course you need, so very much, to do as Mistress commands. You take the few steps more, arriving at the counter where she had been standing the moment before. A drawer is opened and there, all alone, is a single silver spoon.

You consider this for a moment, and you find your eyes tracing over the arc of the spoon the way they had traced the curve of Mistress’ back, and you notice how the light in the room glistens off its curves like the reflection of light against water. A flash of a memory takes you away from the moment, a remembrance of seeing Mistress showering, the rivulets of water cascading over her skin. Your hands soaping her curves, the light moan of pleasure she made which shook you to your core. You remember the light that shimmered over her skin, how it seemed to radiate from her, offering a bare hint of the power she held within herself.

The sound of the freezer door being closed with a soft thunk brings you back to the here and now. She is leaning against the freezer door and regarding you. In her left hand she holds a small container of ice cream, not much taller than the width of her hand. She tilts her head to the right, baring her throat, then placing the curve of the container against the tanned nape of her neck. You are frozen there, every bit as much as the ice cream she holds, as she shivers from the cold of it, her nipples now raised against the fabric of her top, making little bumps against the tightness, clearly showing her arousal. She licks her full, red lips, soft and just slightly pouty, as she whispers, in the barest of purrs: “Have you the spoon, pet?”

Her question drives you out of your daze and you grope for the spoon where it lies, still waiting to be used. Your hand scrambles into the drawer to find it and then, embarrassed that you didn’t complete the task Mistress set for you, you encircle the spoon with your fingers. Raising it from the drawer, you turn to face her again, forgetting to close it as you do.

She still leans against the fridge, but her attention is now focused upon the tub of ice cream. You watch as she rests one hand over the lid and starts to peel it aside. She licks her tongue over her lips again, then clicks it against the roof of her mouth as the top comes free. At that same moment, she raises her eyes to look at you under the bangs of her hair, her so-green eyes sparkling, a hint of the mischievousness she offers quite clear. Her eyes shift to look at the spoon in your hand, then into your eyes as she raises her chin to look at you. Casually, though you know full well that she isn’t, she offers her right hand to you, palm up, waiting for the spoon to be given. She doesn’t say a word, simply waiting for you to perform the simple task she asked of you.

The spoon moves through space as if it desires to be in her hand, in the same way that you ache for her fingers against your skin, her breath hot against you, her scent mixing with yours. You cannot be sure if the spoon is taken from your fingers, given by you, or if it leaps from your fingertips to hers. Whatever the means, you watch as she now holds the spoon so daintily.

She next raises the spoon in her hand, the curved end, the end meant to hold whatever it is dipped into, pointing towards you. That bemused smile you know so well is there as she lightly presses the tip against your skin, just above your navel, guiding you to step away from the counter, to be moved just far enough so that she can come between you and the open drawer you so carelessly—or was it by design?—neglected to close. Her steps are smooth, regal, mesmerizing. As she stands there between the open drawer and you, she takes a single step backwards before pushing out her shapely rear towards the drawer. As you watch, a long, sinuous, heart-tipped, red tail rises into the air behind her, then the tip touches against the drawer and begins to push it closed as she continues to move backwards, her eyes never leaving yours. The drawer almost, but not quite, closes, and it takes a bump with her soft rear to close it the rest of the way before she presses herself against the countertop’s edge. Her tail moves slowly behind her, the light from the window casting a glow about her form … or was that glow always there? She raises the spoon to her lips, her breath slightly fogging its metal, as your own thoughts are captivated by her.

Her hand moves the spoon away, her eyes looking away from you to the dessert she holds in her hand, your thoughts hoping the ice cream is an appetizer and you are the dessert instead. The shiver that thought brings goes through to your core and you stifle a moan of anticipation.

She looks up as the spoon has taken a small portion of the ice cream, her hand bringing it towards her soft, smooth lips. The spoon is paused just before completing its journey. A stray thought comes to you, wondering if the spoon is crying out in need to be kissed by those luscious lips. Knowing you are watching, she parts her lips, the spoon passes between them and then she presses her lips against it. There is a moan—whether from you remembering how her lips feel against your sex or from her enjoying the ice cream really doesn’t matter: the sound alone is desire, passion, and need. As the moan ends, you can clearly see her shapely red horns in her ebon locks of hair, the light from the window—or is it?—making what seems to be a halo all about her. She draws the spoon from her lips, which are drawn out slightly as the spoon escapes her. Yet even though it leaves her lips, she still controls it every bit as much as she does her pet, who cannot move or look away. The tip of the spoon is pointing upwards, her fingers curled still around the stem, the end of which you suddenly realize has a tip shaped exactly like Mistress’ own tail. She crooks a finger towards you, your will obeys, and you cannot help but move closer to her. As you do, she returns the spoon back to her lips, the curve meant to contain what she desires upside down, then pressing her lips against the spoon before drawing it out once more. She still holds the ice cream in her other hand as she then parts her lips and then moves the spoon towards you as you close the space between you both. She taps the spoon against your chest, the cold of the ice cream still upon it, making you shiver once more. The spoon, you realize now, is you. She controls you and the spoon without any effort at all. The spoon obeys her will and desire in the same way that her pet does. Her touch upon you both is firm and sensual, a reflection of her will and seduction. The taste of her lips upon you both is erotic, and you both ache for it so utterly. You are both in your place, the spoon in its drawer, you in her orbit. Neither of you can escape, not that either of you would want to. Your hands move to touch her hips and, as you do, you realize that, somehow, you missed that she is leaning against the counter nude. Her hand rubs the container of ice cream against your chest as the spoon taps your collarbone lightly. She pours the now melted confection down your chest before licking her lips and pushing you back slightly with the spoon. You find yourself gasping for breath as she then licks you clean in one swift, sensual move. Your head spins, and, the next thing you are aware of outside your overwhelming ecstasy is Mistress reaching behind herself, placing the spoon and ice cream container on the countertop.

Her long, red tail wraps around your waist, holding you as she begins to walk from the kitchen, her pet drawn along, awash in anticipation of what Mistress’ desires will be.

The spoon on the countertop witnesses from afar as the sounds of pet becoming Mistress’ pleasure fill every room.

For the spoon … it finds itself placed in another container of ice cream, captured by it, slowly sinking into the velvety mixture, surrendering itself to its simultaneous fulfillment and fate.

For pet … well, you have been captured since Mistress first smiled and, as for your surrender, that came when the silver spoon of Mistress’ tongue caressed you while you imagined her first lick.

Feb 07 2016

A Review of Sleep Beside Me Always by Jenny Mercer

Sleep Beside Me Always by Jenny Mercer

Sleep Beside Me Always by Jenny Mercer

A review this time of the first work in a new series called The Mara that tells of succubi and incubi in a complex and telling way. By that I mean the author didn’t fall into the trap of making their characters stereotypical by any means. That in itself was a pleasant surprise and then finding how much effort the author placed into this work, truly a novel on its own, was more so.

But the best thing of all, quite simply, is a singular truth in the work that endeared what the author created here. A story of succubi and incubi being more.

  • Title: Sleep Beside Me Always
  • Author: Jenny Mercer
  • Length: 268 Pages
  • ASIN: B01ATM6H3W
  • Publishing Date: January 18, 2016
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work is the story of:

Tabitha Wood, drowned as a witch at 17 and reborn as a succubus, has never ventured far from home. Living in an abandoned factory in Lowell, Massachusetts, with her beloved incubus partner Sam, she spends her days immersed in paperbacks, her evenings with her ancient friend Meridiana, and her nights prowling Greater Boston for men who wouldn’t mind a particularly good dream. But when Sam takes a heroic risk to save a child, he alarms both the human police and the supernatural authorities– a pair of underwater spirits known as the Lady of the Lake and the Dark Mother. Now Tabitha must flee the only home she has ever known, and defend Sam from the wrath of their own kind– all while contending with the appetites and fears that define her. And when Sam reveals a harrowing plan to defy the Leaders and follow his heart, she must choose between obedience and rebellion– each with its own unthinkable consequences.

Tabitha and her partner Sam make a decision with consequences. Their future hangs by a thread, their world coming for them, threatening to end them. But along the way a secret is revealed and in being so they both have to make choices. None of them will be simple ones for the lives of succubi are incubi are like water and fire and when they mix the results can be catastrophic.

This work is a beautifully written love story with some interesting side plots and events that tell a story about the world of the succubi and incubi that I enjoyed greatly. The complexity at times can be a little bit difficult to read through, but in the end each moment in the story matters, they tie together and offer something really quite amazing.

The succubi and incubi in this work have their own mythos which is somewhat different from the normal stories told of them. As such, they have no horns or tails, they are not “evil”, unless of course they want to be that way. Their powers are slightly different, which is a good thing because it makes for some quite humorous moments when they speak of the modern world and how that complicates things for them at times.

The main character Tabitha is the heart and soul of this work by far. She’s funny quite a lot of the time, but along with that comes a reflective nature, considerations of her past, and the secrets she holds within herself. In a similar way Sam, her partner, is written as a force in the story equal to that of Tabitha, with his own secrets, needs and desires.

The telling of those aspects of both of them, what happens when they make a choice and what that means in the grand scheme of things creates a work that is quite unique, but also has the most interesting undercurrent running throughout. There is a moment in the work when a comment is made about good and evil and what the purpose of the succubi and incubi are and I thought it was possibly one of the most insightful statements made in a novel I have read in some time.

Besides Tabitha and Sam, there are other succubi and incubi that appear, as well as Cambions, and the complexities of that entire social arrangement was, to be honest, quite a sad thing at times. There is such a thing as love, need, passion. The question that comes up over and over again in this work is: What are you willing to do for that? It is a hard question to ask, and to answer it can be something which changes everything.

The writing is wonderful, the passions, the moments of need and fear are telling for all involved. The erotica is carefully written, blending with the story in such a way that it doesn’t take away from all that transpires. There are some points in the work where things rush by, leaving little time to consider what is happening, but that is a reflection of the moment. Overall the tone is right, the characters and their dialogue read well and there’s nothing that takes me from what is a wonderfully complex love story most of all.

If I have one thought about the work that I didn’t like, I feel like this work might have been split into two parts at a certain point. There is a lot of events that come together in this work as it was published and at times it feels like too much. Complexity is a good thing, and this work uses that well, but with all that transpires, all of the twists and turns, a little pause might have been for the best.

Four out of five pitchforks.

A wonderful work that I highly recommend by far. A complex story of love, needs, and desires both fulfilled and wanting. I am not sure when the next work in the series will appear, but I will be watching for it in anticipation.