Feb 02 2017

Succubi Image of the Week 472

Some Succubi cuteness today for the Succubi of the week… There are those drawings that create characters that I cannot help but adore and smile about. Finding these works of art does bring me so much joy, most of all…

Happy Succubus by Onyxoasis

Happy Succubus by Onyxoasis

This work is called Happy Succubus and is by an artist on DeviantArt called Onyxoasis. You can find the original page on DeviantArt with this art here and this artist’s page can be found here.

Fun, cute, adorable… Really just a piece of Succubi art that I cannot help but have a smile over. A neat little outfit just fits her so perfectly and pushes her adorableness to everything I could have hoped for. Her expression, tongue sticking out and all is wonderful, fun, and with the artist’s style, the pose, and just her overall look… fits.

A lovely sister of the Succubi and one that I adore…



Feb 01 2017

Really quite nice, but the tail might be a tad short…

Sexy Devil Tutu Rave CostumeSometimes when I browse through Etsy, I discover some rather interesting and well done costumes. There’s something about them that has a little bit more than the mass produced disasters that I continually find myself falling over… and ranting over for that matter.

This is called the Sexy Devil Tutu Rave Costume and it comes with the horns, tutu and the cute tail seen in the image here. The ensemble was priced at $40 US and you can find the page on Etsy where I found this costume here.

This is the very first costume that I have ever linked to for one simple reason. I feel like a good deal of thought and care has gone into this creation and I do feel that should be noted.

The overall look makes me smile, there’s a certain cuteness about it that I do adore as well. However, at least for me, i really feel that the tail is a shade too short and could do with being a bit longer. Perhaps at least a bit longer as to be below the actual tutu itself might make for a better look overall.

The horns are an interesting design choice which I think does work here and that’s a refreshing change all things considered with how often they don’t.

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

A long tail is a sexy one…



Jan 31 2017

A Review of Succubus Called by Blair Barrett

Succubus Called by Blair Barrett

Succubus Called by Blair Barrett

A review of what might be the beginning of a series with one of the characters being a succubus, but that’s not clear and not certain by any means. Regardless of that, there’s a certain delight in seeing a succubus character who cares about the other, respects their wishes and, more importantly, cares enough about them to express that.

Callings by a soul can be answered, sometimes the one that answers has needs, wants and desires as deep as the caller’s. The discovery of that need, the reason why things are as they are, can open the door to the unexpected, and unforgettable.

The work tells the story of:

Cassandra thinks a little too loudly, and attracts a dangerous woman.

The book summary is depressingly short, I would describe it more fully as: Cassandra’s inner voice is attractive to others, none more so than a succubus called Lilith. Discovering what Cassandra wants takes she and Lilith on a journey neither expected, with all of the wonder, but all of the dangers and fears. Not all fantasies are perfect, but then when a soul has a succubus watching over them, it’s not all a fantasy.

Cassandra, the main character, is a bit innocent in a coming of age sort of way that I liked. She’s cute, funny, and has some unique thoughts about things. She’s not quite helpless, having drive within her, but when she’s confronted by her dreams, she becomes tongue-tied, which leads to some really cutely fun moments.

Lilith, the succubus of the work, is a delight in many ways. Most of all, there’s this aura of politeness around her, a feeling of learning her own way, which is adorable. She is a succubus, there’s no question, but she’s not evil as such. There’s a protective aspect of her that comes out over time, a need to guide Cassandra towards her desires. Beyond that, when things happen that Lilith cannot understand, she becomes fuller. Lilith isn’t perfect, she has her flaws, and at times her expressions of being lost are heart warming.

There is a small scattering of erotica in the work, which mixed well I thought with the story overall. There’s a bit of succubus powers being shown, but it’s not overdone to the point where either Lilith or Cassandra change who they are. The scene is one of discovery, of Cassandra learning what she likes, what Lilith needs and how they both connect to each other.

The work is written very much like the opening chapter of a series, but there’s no real indication if the author will be continuing the story or not. That’s a bit of a shame as how the story develops, the relationship between Cassandra and Lilith grows, it’s really quite delightful. There’s a connection between them, a story that means something to them both, but by the time the ending arrives, it’s a bit of a cliffhanger. If there’s a part two, or more, that’s wonderful, but if not, that’s really tragically disappointing for all there is here.

The writing is quite good, I liked the little quirks in both Cassandra and Lilith’s characters that had a lot of depth. The story is rushed, to a point, but then it is a short tale, and as such there’s not quite enough time for much in the way of expanding on what happens so much as there is a need at times for the occasional information dump disguised as a conversation.

There is, as I’ve noted, promise here, a mystery to unravel. That little bit of temptation, uncertainty, and need combines really well, it gives life to the characters themselves. It would have been nice for things to be a little more drawn out, take a bit more time outside of the erotica to know both Cassandra and Lilith. That will come, if there’s more to be, but if not, it tugs on me that two smart, passionate and unique characters didn’t have the chance to tell their story. I’ll hope for the best regardless.

Four out of five pitchforks.

I really like Cassandra and Lilith, their dynamic, how the story built towards the climax. I’m hoping there’s a series to follow, there’s really no clue as to if there is, or not, other than how things ended on a cliffhanger. I’d really like to know if my thoughts about some of Lilith’s comments are right, if Cassandra is who I think she is. This seems like it could be a fun and different story, one in which the succubus isn’t quite perfect, but she’s perfect enough for one soul.



Jan 31 2017

A Review of Damned If He Does by Marcella Burnard

Damned If He Does by Marcella Burnard

Damned If He Does by Marcella Burnard

I’ve said many times that story matters. To take characters from where they are to what they become is important and it makes the difference between a story and something more. Characters need to develop, to explore who they are, their feeling and more. Having that makes all else that comes along for the ride worthwhile.

The question isn’t a simple one. What does it mean to love? What touches your soul? What curls your toes and makes you find bliss in that moment? It’s not always sex, it’s not always passion. Sometimes it’s as simple as some ice cream shared with someone that actually cares about you as… you.

  • Title: Damned If He Does
  • Author: Marcella Burnard
  • Length: 333 Pages
  • ASIN: B01HR5R2DI
  • Publishing Date: July 19, 2016
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells the story of:

Rejected by heaven, twisted by hell, what’s a damned dead man to do when he stumbles upon a life and love worth fighting for?

Though damned for his earthly sins, Darsorin Incarri likes being an incubus. Prowling women’s dreams to siphon off their sexual energy for Satan’s consumption has its perks: an array of infernal power and a modicum of freedom. Sure, Ole Scratch holds Dar’s soul in thrall, and Dar has to spend a few hours recharging in Hell every day, but it could be much worse. All he has to do is hold up his end of his damnation contract – five women seduced, satisfied and siphoned per night for eternity. So when he encounters gorgeous, bright, and funny Fiona Renee, it’s business as usual. Deploy the infernal charm and rack up another score. Except it doesn’t work. She’s immune. He has to find out what’s gone wrong or face Lucifer’s wrath.

Fiona Renee has the life she’d always wanted: a career, a home, a cat with a bad attitude, and peace. Fiona’s dated. Had boyfriends. And hated every minute of it. She’s reconciled to being lonely. So when a man shows up in her bedroom in the middle of the night demanding to know why her dreams turn to nightmares every time he tries to seduce her from within them, Fiona winds up negotiating a contract with a demon that allows him access to her life. She never anticipated that it would also give him access to her heart. If she’s going to fall in love at all, something she never thought would happen, shouldn’t it be with someone who’s alive? If Fiona wants to hang on to Darsorin, she has to find his true name—the one he’d been given at his birth over a thousand years ago. But Satan, himself, stands in her way. Even if Fiona can dodge Lucifer, she and Darsorin have to face the question neither of them can answer: What happens to a dead man if you manage to wrest his soul from the Devil?

Dar is the greatest incubus there is. But not even the greatest can figure out Fiona. She’s not at all what he expects, her needs are things he cannot quite understand. Ice cream means more than sex to her and Dar needs to know why. A deal made, against the Devil’s wishes, which takes Dar and Fiona on the path to discovering something. What each other really wants, and what that means to them both.

The single thing about this work that caught my attention was the interaction between Dar in his trying to understand Fiona, and she trying to come to terms with him. While much of that revolves around a sexual theme, it’s far more than that. The concepts delved into are something that simply never has been touched in a work about succubi and incubi before that I am aware of. Fiona is someone that Dar has never encountered before. Her idea of pleasure doesn’t match up with that he understands it to be and that opens the door to Dar’s own self examination.

It is that exploration of himself, of learning there is more to life than sex which changes Dar. But beyond that, the path he takes is one that Fiona has a great hand in and it changes her as well. Not to the point where her character betrays herself, but rather she evolves. This is the central point of the story. That both Dar and Fiona aren’t the same once they begin on the path to understanding.

This is not an easy path, there are many obstacles, some within and some without, that make the journey for Dar a battle and for Fiona variously painful in how others “try” to help. There are moments of tears, others of joy and wonder. It’s a rollercoaster ride for the characters and in being so, there’s so much delicious story to tell.

What’s most interesting about the work is also the sexual tension that runs throughout. There is innuendo, both intended and careless. There are expressions of love, romance and desire, but the characters do not fall into a wild hot flash with no meaning. It’s exceptionally well done, and I felt that the relationship between Dar and Fiona felt very real and plausible as a result.

The building of tension leads towards a moment which, for me, was exactly right in how it unfolded. A little bit of truth, a little bit of redemption. The story does not close in a rush, time is taken to explain why things happened, what has happened, and what it all means to Fiona and Dar. It’s a really satisfying conclusion which didn’t leave anything lacking.

Five out of five pitchforks.

I simply adored this work for the characters, the story, and the resolution. A unique work that tells a classic story, but in a way that asks important questions. Richly written, amazing characters and just the most wonderfully heartwarming of tales.



Jan 30 2017

Shared By TeraS

Another one of those very short stories that I’ve been sharing of late, one of those stories in which there is, perhaps, a little of reality seeping into the cracks. There are moments, special ones, in which, sometimes, things that need to be said … are. Those aren’t the worst of times, they aren’t the best of times, but regardless of all else they are the moments …


By TeraS


The day comes in the midst of winter, a time when the snows have blanketed the world, turning the air crisp, leaving the sounds a bit muted over the crunching of boots in the snow. It falls between the New Year—when promises are made, hopes are set, and the future is looked towards—and Valentine’s Day—when lovers meet, flowers are abundant, and, if there’s some chocolate as well, that’s not a bad thing either.

This day isn’t one that’s celebrated, held out to the world as being important. It’s a more private day, one in which the meaning is important to one small family. It’s what one would expect, all things considered when the family in question is identified.

Everyone in the Realm knows that Tera never wishes her birthday to be celebrated, and in the same way Keith’s birthday is, again, a day where he doesn’t expect, nor wish, for anything special to unfold. What they don’t know, what they cannot know, is that this approach to birthdays comes from someone that both Keith and Tera dearly love with all they are.

This day came a little bit darker than the year before, a little colder than it had been. The snows were a little deeper, the winds a bit more forceful in their rushing about the landscape. The light coming through the window wasn’t quite as warm as it passed within. It was, all things considered, a little bit bleaker for the three souls that had gathered together this particular morning.

The home was still a home, a dearly cherished place of memories, and so stories came as the three talked, smiled, and shared some black forest cake. There was coffee for one, hot chocolate for the other two souls. There were memories of arriving here, so long ago: to a new house, waiting for the family to make it a home; of the time spent making the home a better place, adding the touches that were needed to bring the love that came with the family to the place that would be their home, the family homestead. There were stories of the embarrassing moments of a son growing up: remembering that one day when he’d come home, carrying his bike, broken in two pieces, and then went off to learn how to weld the broken metal together, learning a skill when he was only a child at his father’s hands.

They mulled over the better things that came as time passed along, of the time spent in the garden, helping with the flowers, putting things as they needed to be, giving up—but gladly so—time with others for the sake of spending it with his parents. They remembered his going off to university and still being with them both; the long hours he’d spent studying, then helping his parents with their lives; that day, when the time came for him to walk across the stage, take the offered parchment, looking out into the crowd, and see them both there, proud of what he’d accomplished.

There were stories of how the family had grown, how a couple had watched their sons go off and become men, starting their lives, making both he and his love proud of all they had accomplished. They had seen their family growing, over time, the seasons changing, the time passing and that day when their eldest came to the door, holding hands with his Eternal, asking for his mother and father’s blessing. They recalled the joy the couple had felt in calling her “daughter,” welcoming her to their family: how she’d become every bit the eldest daughter as he was their eldest son; the visits; the holidays; the time spent together at the river, off on the occasional trip, finding their paths through time and cherishing each and every one of them.

The joys of just being a family.

On this birthday, there was one seat where the sunlight did linger. There was one mug set, for the soul that was with them. Watching, knowing there was warmth, love, and joy to be found. There was, in spite of the gloom of the moment, the feeling that she was there, holding them all, smiling at the black forest cake and nodding in approval. It was his birthday, he not needing—as was his way—anything special to be done.

But it was special.

The family had called through the day, souls from far and wide sending their love to him. There were conversations about everything and nothing at all. There were chuckles when the granddaughters and grandsons had wished him well. He’d spent the morning with his eldest son and cherished daughter—for she was his daughter, make no mistake about that—finding that cake, searching out that coffee, that hot chocolate, being out in the world, being part of what was, what is, and what, in time, would be. The afternoon was spent talking over that coffee, hot chocolate, and cake; spent with the laughter and smiles that chased the gloom away; spent with the stories that made the light brighter, the warmth stronger.

It was, in the end, a day for him, one that he enjoyed, for the family was together and always would be. This was the truth that, in time, would be the comfort needed.

It was a birthday, not of loss, not of missing aches, but of hope, love, and knowing that she’d not left him …

She had shared it with him, and she always would.

Jan 29 2017

A Review of Incubus: A Visit From Hell by Marco Chambers

Incubus: A Visit From Hell by Marco Chambers

Incubus: A Visit From Hell by Marco Chambers

There are some stories that are aimless. By that I mean there’s a character, there’s a long telling about them and what they do, but it doesn’t really amount to much. Having a character seeking to discover themselves is one thing. Ending up in a sex scene that doesn’t go very far doesn’t make the story more. An idea not realized is one of the most difficult things to read.

Magic is powerful, it is something not to be toyed with. Words have meaning, they make things happen. There is always a cost, but it is that cost that can make the story mean something more. Turning that into something that has no emotion or power leaves nothing behind.

  • Title: Incubus: A Visit From Hell
  • Author: Marco Chambers
  • Length: 9 Pages
  • ASIN: B01KAGP5H6
  • Publishing Date: August 11, 2016
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells the story of:

Dan is a wizard. He’s sure of it. All he needs in order to prove it is to be able to do a single spell. But when he buys a special spellbook from a special fortune teller, it seems like his time to shine has finally come. However, the results are a lot more intense than he expected when he accidentally summons an incubus, a demon whose purpose is to mate with human women, and he has to assume the role of the female so that the demon can fulfill its purpose.

Dan believes he’s a wizard, but he’s never been able to create magic. A book calls to him, opened to a spell to summon an incubus, and it works. But the incubus needs something from him and Dan decides that the cost of the spell is worth paying.

The work is lacking in heat, story and plot, needing to be taken from a very lukewarm hot flash towards something which the story suggests, but never really gets to. Much of the work is spent with Dan in monologue, talking about himself, his past and what he believes he can do. Once the spells start, it’s a series of disappointments before he attempts to summon an incubus.

This works and an incubus, who is never named, appears. He’s actually interesting as he’s not stereotypical in his words or actions. He’s just different enough to make him interesting. But there’s little time spent in exploring that aspect before the story turns to a rather quick and unsatisfying piece of erotica. There’s really no heat, there’s nothing more than a very quick sex scene and then things come to a rapid close, the story ending on a ‘what-if’.

Being that the work is so short, the balance of plot and heat doesn’t come through, the exploration of Dan isn’t complete and otherwise the story holds not much in the way of being interesting. The author could have well doubled the length, told more about the incubus, brought more character to the characters and had something more than a very short hot flash.

Two out of five pitchforks.

The story really doesn’t go anywhere, there’s really not much of a plot or meaning. It’s a monologue, with little interesting happening. There’s an idea here, one that should be built upon, but as this stands I just didn’t find it interesting.



Jan 29 2017

A Review of Futanari Serves her Sorority by Jocelyn Saragona

Futanari Serves her Sorority by Jocelyn Saragona

Futanari Serves her Sorority by Jocelyn Saragona

It’s been a little while since there’s been something published in the Succubus in the Sorority series by Jocelyn Saragona. While the first two works in the series I found to be disappointing, and you can find those reviews here and here on the Tale, I had hopes for something better to come.

With the third work in the series, the one thing I really wanted to see came to pass and that was Sharis actually having a life. For her to have things to struggle with, trying to come to terms with all of the things that were pulling on her, both within and without. That to me is a story, it doesn’t take a multitude of sex scenes to do so. Getting to the core of who Sharis is makes for a far better story.

It is the story of:

Succubus futanari Sharis works as an escort like the rest of her sorority. Between classwork, clients, and the sorority’s domination sessions, Sharis almost never sleeps! She’s even been with her history professor’s wife -and she’s worried that he knows. Soon, the sorority offers a new rear entry service to their rich, regular, clients and Sharis is called on to help train an endless line up of volunteers. Yet her duties conflict with her perfectionist passion for learning, and the only way out is to break the rules. Sharis loves her history professor too much to cheat, but he’ll never accept a late paper either. With pressure at both ends of her life, Sharis might fail an important class or offend her awesome sorority; and neither option looks good to her right now.

Sharis is finding herself pulled in so many directions she doesn’t know which way is up. If it isn’t her college, it’s her sorority. If it isn’t her friends, it’s her needs. The world is spinning out of control and something’s going to give, whether Sharis will manage to pay the price is another thing all together.

Unlike the prior works in the series, Sharis is the central focus of this work. Everything turns around her, every character pulls on her, every moment is one that comes from her. There’s not a moment within all of that were she can gather herself, find a moment to rest. Burning the candle at both ends is one thing, but she’s throwing the entire candle into the fire. That struggle is telling on her, there’s a real feeling of being lost, trying to manage as she can. But she still needs to give to her friends, obey her sorority, and along the way, manage to have a little sliver of what she, herself, desires.

None of this is easy, it is a struggle and that’s what kept my attention in the story. While there is quite a few erotic moments, they tend to pale in comparison to the crisis that Sharis goes through. It’s not something skimmed over, it has real effects on her and it isn’t forgotten about either. Every moment has a point, a meaning and a result. Sharis can’t escape that.

As things unfold, Sharis, as a character, develops in a way that I’ve been hoping for. She’s been rather static throughout much of the series and here she can’t help but have to confront all that’s come before. The past books had events which now come to press on Sharis, force things to happen and its in the more human moments, when she’s truly herself, that my heart went out to her.

The writing is much better in this work than the prior ones, though some editing still is needed to clean up some dialog and as well remove a few scattered spelling mistakes. While Sharis grows as a character, I felt that much of the sorority didn’t. There’s a disconnect between Sharis and them, an important one, and it is, for the most part, ignored by those around Sharis. When push comes to shove, it’s a shame that they think more about themselves than they do about Sharis.

I would have liked a bit more about Sharis coming to terms with herself, not just emotionally, but more that she sorts out what she wants. That’s still muddled, but it’s getting better for her. At some point she’s going to have to make a choice and that’s going to be interesting. Nonetheless, by far, this work is the most involved and most revealing of the series by far, I hope that continues because telling Sharis’ story brings out a work that’s a lot more interesting than just the sex.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

Really it is the best of the three works in the series, mainly because it tells a story about Sharis more than it dwells on her being a futa succubus. That leads to a lot of character development, a reveal of what matters to her the most of all. Getting past all of the erotica and digging into what matters to Sharis, what she fears, needs and desires, is a telling story.

The question is what comes next, for there’s a telling comment made that foreshadows the next work to come I think. I’m hoping that should what I think will happen does unfold that it wouldn’t be for the sake of the erotica, but more to ask an important question of Sharis herself. What’s important to you, why is it, and are you really willing to do anything?

That question, I fear, will result in Sharis facing some of the darkest moments of her life.