Oct 03 2016

The Second Coming – Part I By TeraS

I’m going to be trying something different in a lot of ways this October on the Tale. I have a story to tell; it isn’t really part of the Realm, mind you. Still, I have been nudged by some to “try and write something more evil”, for whatever that might be worth considering. However, my idea of “evil” and theirs, I think, are two completely different things.

Still, I have an idea, it is October, and Halloween is fast approaching. What follows is a story that I intend to complete by Halloween, if all goes well and if … other things allow me to do so.

It’s different, as I have mentioned, but … as in all things I write, I suppose … We’ll see …

There are some things in the universe that should never be allowed to have what might be called …


The Second Coming
Part I
By TeraS


There are some sounds which are unmistakable. The sound of someone crying out in passion is one of them. Of crying out as they orgasm, their bodies covered in sweat, their breath, if they can catch it, taken away … or stolen … or worse still.

“Harder, you worthless worm!”

For those that called this particular little four story brownstone apartment complex home, such sounds were very uncommon, at least up until the last few months or so as some recalled things. The place hadn’t been known for wild parties, loud neighbours, or, really, anything untoward or bothersome to anyone.

“Give me your hot spunk!”

Even when the mousey twenty-something had moved in, there was no sign at all that she was anything other than a respectable woman starting out in the world. Rather bookish, nothing flashy about her, she’d been quite friendly to everyone there. Many of the more mature individuals had thought her to be more than pleasant and were happy to see that the calmness of their little slice of the city would remain the same.

“Fuck me harder! Oh fuck yes!”

Something changed about her, what it was exactly no one was really sure when they thought about it. Her eyes seemed different; she changed her hair colour. The most apparent change was the pornstar cleavage that she must have been hiding under those baggy sweaters of hers became very prominent in the corsets and leather she was suddenly wearing.

“You’re mine, slave.”

Most had turned their eyes away from what started to happen. At least most were able to ignore the thumping sounds at first, assuming she was moving furniture or something. However, the occasional boyfriend—though in many cases that was questionable—who came to her apartment, then left in the middle of the night, was something many couldn’t ignore.

“Use your tongue!”

One of the other tenants had confronted her about the noise and the seemingly endless stream of men and women that came to her. Afterwards, they didn’t seem to mind very much about her, the noise, or anything else, for that matter.

“You fucking slut! On your knees!”

It was the weekend before Halloween that one tenant in the building was speaking—in confession, of course, as such things that were happening weren’t the sort of thing spoken about in polite company—with her pastor. She told of her concerns about the young woman, how strange things had become, the sights and sounds they had heard.

“Join us! Oh my fuck, yes!”

The good man explained that times had changed and sex was not evil. The parishioner left, worries calmed, for the moment. However the same couldn’t be said about him. There was one particular comment made which brought a frown.

“Gawd, you’re a hot fuck!”

It was meant as a joke, a commentary on the sexual frenzy the young woman seemed to be capable of now. How almost otherworldly her sexual appetites were, how those that entered her domain didn’t seem to be quite right afterwards. How she didn’t, for lack of a better term, seem right somehow. Almost as if she wasn’t quite human.

“What the hell’s that?”

There are some secrets held in places that few are able to see. Knowledge of the past, of legends and things thought to be legends, but actually very real. Some are shared among the trusted, to act as tripwires in the world, to warn of impending dangers, beings coming to this world. To attempt, if possible, to stop such things long before they can do harm.

“Fuck, no!”

In the past, such reports were carried by messenger, taking months to engender a response. In the modern world, such reports, when they were made, took but moments to find their way to those that could understand such things. A report transcribed, pictures attached—one in particular very concerning for what it showed. A click of a mouse and it was away, leaving the sender to pray for the soul of the young woman and hope for the best.

“mmmm. Fuck … yesssss …”

Elsewhere, in a place that simply didn’t exist to the world at large, a soft chime sounded, announcing the receipt of an email. The computer waited, patiently—for it was a computer, after all, and couldn’t do much else without someone using it as the tool it was. It wouldn’t matter if it was hours; the email would sit there waiting. A creaking sound gave notice that a door had opened, the sound of feet shuffling across the room making it clear that someone had entered. A slim hand reached out, shook the mouse attached to the computer, and set about reading the email.

She had heard of many things in her time, been taught about the comings and goings of spirits, angels, and devils in this world. Things that the world in general didn’t believe in, or, when they came to see such things, if rarely, they ignored or obfuscated, save on those occasions when they went mad.

Sometimes she envied the ones that had gone mad. She traced a finger along the glowing text, her frown deepening and her concern growing. Finding the attached pictures, she clicked through them, one by one, until she stopped at the very last one.

“Well, damn us all.”

With another click a printer started to make whirring noises, putting the report to paper. She mulled things over in her mind as it did so, her thoughts not as they usually were about why the bureaucracy of the Church needed to have everything on paper. She hadn’t been needed; her role had been changed from dealing with demons and the like to dealing with bureaucrats. It had been ages since the last time she’d had to face this. She remembered what happened then, the threat she had faced, what she had been forced to do. More ominously, she remembered the promise made to her …

“You will be mine.”

As the last sheet of paper came out of the printer, she gathered the sheets up and made her way across the room to her desk. It seemed that she was needed again, whether those above her liked it or not—likely not. The threat was clear; at least the report made it so. Now the problem was to overcome the inertia of those around her. Settling into an old, well-worn leather chair, a stray lock of ash-brown hair fell out of place and she blew it away from her nose.

“You look happy, Cleo.”

Cleo looked across the room as she tucked her hair into place and frowned: “I’m not. Come in, Mandy. Close the door.”

Mandy, proper name Miranda, frowned: “Okay, if you’re not calling me by my proper name, whatever it is has to be a ball of suck.”

The sigh was a long one: “Oh … it is.”

Cleo watched as her protegé, née assistant, closed the door and locked it. An idle thought, one she had had many times, passed: “Young, confident, attractive. Who did she piss off to be here?” She had always wondered about her: how she came to be involved with the church, how she wound up being assigned to Cleo’s own little personal hell. It seemed to her that a vibrant young woman like Miranda should be out in the world acting in a public relations role, possibly on television, being interviewed about the church and dealing with the many issues it faced. Her thoughts were interrupted by Miranda settling into the other chair in the room, after putting a stack of papers that were in her way on the floor.

Miranda didn’t look like the typical nun. Cleo had never seen her looking anything but casual. She liked running shoes, blue jeans, and T-shirts with sayings written on them. Today’s shirt was no exception: “All I need today is a little coffee and a whole lot of faith.”

Cleo smiled, she couldn’t help it. Mandy winked, her blue eyes sparkling as she gathered her hair into a ponytail with a scrunchie: “You like?”

“I think it’s very apt.”

“How so?”

Her brown eyes narrowed slightly as she replied: “How well do you know me?”

Mandy paused in the midst of getting her hair under control: “Professionally or personally?”


Finishing gathering her hair, Mandy picked up a pair of Cleo’s glasses off her desk and put them on. “Professionally, you have been director of the catacombs since 1991. Your guidance has taken what had been a loose collection of scrolls and books whose contents were unknown to the world and made it a wealth of information about the legends of the past.”

Resting a hand against her cheek, Cleo sighed as she thought, “I wish I could keep you thinking that.”

Miranda continued: “By 2000, the collected wisdom and teachings had been collated and sorted into what is the largest collection of lore on Earth. Following that marvel, you pressed onwards and drove into a ten-year long personal project to examine every artifact held here, entering them all into the database and cross-connecting them to the texts involved.”

Another breath of air directed at that lock of hair covered up her shiver at remembering one particular artifact and what happened late one might when she was left alone with it.

“Currently, you are … teaching …”—the pause was telling, as was the look Mandy was giving—“… Miranda Meyer to take over your role here when you retire, sometime in the distant future.”

She smiled: “Nice summary.”

The glasses went back on the table as Mandy took the scrunchie out of her hair, allowing it to fall in waves around her petty features.

“Personally … well, that’s something neither of us has quite figured out yet, but … I’m having fun.”

Cleo’s mood brightened: “Tease.”

A blue-tipped fingernail was poked in her direction: “I’d say the same about you, but then you are my boss, so I’d better not.”

Taking a sip of coffee, Cleo replied: “I still don’t know why I put up with you.”

Mandy returned to putting her hair back into a ponytail, her thoughts betraying that she wanted to know what was bothering her friend, if not quite lover: “So. What’s crawled into your panties and can I be the one to … pull them down and take care of it?”

The reply was unexpected and the choking fit went on for a few minutes, Mandy sitting there and looking as innocent as she could. Cleo was older, yes, but to Mandy that only meant she was more experienced, in a lot of ways. Yes, she had a crush on her—she wasn’t exactly hiding it either. Still, the flirting didn’t go much further than that and the one kiss they’d shared left Mandy wondering what it would be like if Cleo was her age. That particular thought was the source of a lot of daydreams that she wasn’t all that sorry about.

Wiping tears from her eyes, Cleo sighed: “Ah yes, now I remember. It’s your sparkling personality and all of the times you’ve told people to … what was it …”

“… go and fuck themselves when they wanted to get in your way?”

The reply to that was a raised coffee mug and a nod. Mandy was very good at running interference, but at the same time she was more than capable of dealing with the bureaucracy and keeping Cleo out of it.

Thank God.

Mandy’s expression turned earnest: “Okay. Spill it. What’s going on?”

Cleo put the mug down and gathered the report into her hands: “This morning a report came in from a diocese. It tells of … well …” She handed the report over: “… you read it.”

The earnest expression turned from Cleo towards the papers, becoming quizzical. With a shrug, Mandy started to read the report, skimming over it at first, then suddenly stopping when she came to the middle of the second page and starting over again. When she was done, her eyes returned to Cleo: “Okay. A girl’s on a sex kick, screwing left, right, and centre, and someone didn’t like it, complained about it in confession and then … this appears in your box.”

“What do you make of it?”

“Nothing. She sounds like a randy tramp that’ll fuck anything in sight.”

“Anything else?”

Reading the report again, Mandy pursed her lips when she came upon it: “That’s … impossible.”

Cleo handed over the picture that sealed things for her: “No, it isn’t.”

Mandy stared at the picture in disbelief: “Cosplayer or something … has to be some kind of fetish.”

“No. I wish that was true, but … no.”

Her eyes flicking from Cleo to the picture, Mandy asked: “You’re seriously telling me that she’s some kind of devil?”

Learning back, her blue eyes watered: “No, she’s human, mostly. It looks like she’s been possessed by a succubus.”

“How do you know?”

Still looking at the ceiling, Cleo didn’t dare look at Mandy: “Ever wonder why there’s that sealed-up section of the catacombs?”

“Not really. The signs say it’s unsafe, structurally unsound.”

Cleo’s voice lowered: “It isn’t. It contains … things that should never have been found.”

“Cleo … What are you saying exactly?”

“You know all of those legends? The stories about devils and angels, possession and so on?”

“It’s real?”

Leaning forwards, she looked across the desk: “I was there, around the witching hour one Halloween. I found a locked chest in which there were … things. Dark things.”

Mandy started to laugh, but when she saw the look in Cleo’s eyes she choked it away: “You’re serious?”

“There are two kinds of sex demons. Name them.”

Mandy’s reply was by rote: “They are the succubus and the incubus. They seduce mortals, take their souls and … are you telling me you encountered one of them?”

A short nod was the answer.

“Heavens …”

Cleo’s eyes wandered around the room: “I found myself at the mercy of an incubus. He wanted … a succubus mate. Needed one to start his conquest of the world. I was … handy …”

“What happened?”

“I came within a soul’s breath of being made a succubus. He had everything needed save one thing. I didn’t know what he was talking about, he searched, trying to find it. He ran out of time, was banished back to where he came from when his time was up. When I came to my senses, I got out of there. The next day I had the place sealed off.”

Mandy put the picture on the desk between them: “And this?”

Cleo looked at the picture again: “She seems to have come into possession of what he was looking for, and then been possessed.”

Her finger tapped the picture. It showed what might well be the most sexually alluring women either of them had ever seen: deep cleavage, a wild mane of hair. That wasn’t strange; there were a lot of beautiful people in the world after all. What were haunting were her red eyes and the green emerald that was nestled above her cleavage, one that was glowing, seemingly merged with her body, tendrils of similar green spending out from it under her skin.

“She’s the host for a succubus.”

Mandy didn’t say anything for a long time, the shadows in the room moving slowly as the light of the day turned slightly darker.

“Assuming you’re right … what happens next?”

Cleo’s answer made Mandy shiver: “I … don’t know.”

“Okay, where do we start then?”

“Have to gather some things from the artifacts. I’m … going to deal with this.”


Cleo’s expression turned sour: “As my … penance … for what happened … this is my responsibility.”

Cleo had never heard Mandy rant before, but there was always a first time: “Bullshit! Whatever happened wasn’t your fault! They can go and fuck themselves! You? Against this? Bullshit!”

“I know what to expect; she’s a succubus, she won’t affect me like an incubus would. There’s a way to banish them.”

Cleo’s thoughts betrayed her confidence: “Never have, though … no idea what happens if I try.”

Mandy pushed the report and the picture aside: “You’re not going alone. I’m coming.”

“No, you aren’t. I’m not going to risk …”

“Stop. Just … stop. I’m not going to stand aside and do nothing. You can’t do this alone, you aren’t going to. You and I both know you aren’t as young as you were. Let me help you … please?”

Cleo looked very small there in her old, worn leather chair: “Miranda …”

“Yes, Cléophée?”

“If this goes badly …”

“It won’t. You’ll see.”

“If it does …”

“… I’ll … take care of you.”

Cleo smiled softly: “Thank you.”

The phone rang in the next moment, the two women looking at it. Picking up the phone, Cleo sighed: “Yes, your Grace?”

The conversation was very one sided, Cleo not saying another word until she put the phone down again.

“I’m expected to be on a plane in the next few hours.”

Mandy smiled as she stood up to leave: “We’re expected. You know … this might be a great chance to do some shopping. I’ve never been over there before.”

Cleo shook her head: “More T-shirts?”

A pair of blue eyes sparkled: “Darn right.”

Five hours later and Cleo found herself sitting onboard a private airplane. It was a new experience for her, one she found delightful, all things considered. Security was a breeze, no fighting for the armrests either. The only thing she didn’t care for was having to wear what made her look like a university professor, 1960s era glasses included. Tweed jackets were not her thing. No matter; she wasn’t a fashion plate, anyway, and appearances had to be taken into account.

There was no sign of Mandy as she heard the pilots warn they would be leaving shortly. She relaxed slightly. She had what she needed in her sealed case. Mandy wasn’t here and she’d be safely away from what might …

“Hey. Sorry I’m late.”

Standing there, a backpack slung over her shoulder, was Mandy … but a far more sexually charged Mandy than Cleo had ever seen. A wild mane of red hair was the first shock, the second was the low riding hip-hugger jeans and the pair of cork-wedge heels she was wearing. But the one thing that made it clear that, no matter what she was wearing, no matter how shocking the change, one thing made it clear it was Mandy: the baby-doll T-shirt, which revealed her underboobs and her cute navel. Or rather what was written on it: Blink if you want me

Cleo blinked.

Mandy smiled as the door closed and the plane started to move. Tossing the backpack onto an empty seat, she settled beside Cleo: “Eight hours plus on a plane, just you and me.”

Cleo managed to blink before the plane took off.

“Cat got your tongue?”

What happened after that involved a lot of blinking, and a lot of tongue . . .

. . . and something nagging at the back of Cleo’s mind.

Oct 02 2016

A Review of Spells of Binding by Natalie Severine and Eric Severine

Spells of Binding by Natalie Severine and Eric Severine

Spells of Binding by Natalie Severine and Eric Severine

The twelfth review of the ongoing series called Lily Quinn written by Natalie and Eric Severine today on the Tale. You can find my first review here, the second herethe third herethe fourth here, and the fifth review here. The sixth review be found here and the review of the seventh work can be found here. The review of the eighth work in the series can be found here and my review of the ninth work is here with the tenth review here. My review of the prior work to this one can be found here on the Tale as well.

One of the core points of the series has been Lily’s thoughts about being partly succubus. Trying to put into words the conflict between her human side and her succubus side. There are differences, there’s no question, but there is also one singular thing that they both need. Perhaps in that comes a realization for both sides, an understanding that, for a succubus, some souls are worth far more than they can imagine.

Nothing can, regardless of bravado, dominance or need, overcome that point. The understanding of this, in all its forms, whether of lust or love, matters.

It tells the story of:

Two months ago, everything went to hell. What should have been a routine monster hunt ended with a demon in my living room. He killed one of my best friends that night and I still don’t understand why.

Now I’ve got a lead on the wizard who summoned up my demonic trouble from the Nether and nothing in this world or any other will keep me from hunting him down. But the College has put the rest of the bounty hunters on the job and barred me from joining in!

This won’t be easy, but I like hard just fine. Even the little information I’ve been able to uncover is suspicious as hell. To find my answers and some measure of justice, I’ll have to face my own demons – and considering I’m half succubus, that’s saying something.

There comes a time when answers cannot be avoided or evaded. For Lily, the questions she has been carrying from the moment she was born have their answers. Whether the question of family, self or love, the answers are what they will be. Some answers come with a cost, some with pain and some, when the universe gives the gift, the ability for Lily to see within herself and face the one thing she’s never been able to. Herself.

I think, as a whole, this part of Lily’s story is, for me, the most captivating in many ways. That is mainly for one important reason: Lily gets some answers. Throughout the series Lily has been asked questions about herself, but never finding, or being allowed to see, the answers she wanted. While some are answered, one that I find the most telling for me wasn’t. The question of who, exactly, Lily’s mother is. We have the answer about her father, a resolution of which in this work that I felt was very true to the characters involved in how they reacted. It was a bit fleeting for me, I was hoping for a little more than what is, but, again, the character themselves simply makes that, as a whole, impossible.

Beyond the main plot, the events of the story both erotic and otherwise, there’s an interesting discussion about dominance and submission. It is a very rare thing for writers to understand the dynamics of such well. Speaking from my own past, my experiences, there are so many works that forget the single most important thing about such relationships. The encounter which Lily has, the lessons taught, was for me, one of the most erotic moments in the series. Not from any sort of sexual moments, but rather the teaching to Lily of what it means to be a Domme. What the rules are, but more so, what the most important thing is. That theme runs through all of the story that comes afterwards and is very telling to define the events that unfold. Some characters understand, but so many just do not.

Lily is drawn into an encounter with the “evil” of this series, who has been lurking in the shadows. Some characters are “evil” with no purpose, not having the tone, the presence to carry things well and make the plot stand on its own. Lily is forced to battle against her own sexuality as a result, and being made to, just how strong her will and character is shown to be I found delightful and, more to the point, made sense from all else that has come before in the series.

Having Lily deal with her own truths, the dark within her, was telling. It’s the core of this work, for me the strongest part of the series to date. To see both sides of Lily, to know what could be, what was, and what is, captures so much of the preceding works in the series. As an aside, to be able to put into words Lily’s soul, to then reveal the truth of the series, that was difficult at times to read. As bright as Lily is, her mirrored self is as dark. The one the suffers through this isn’t unexpected, but the truth given needed to be told.

The cost however, that’s the question. There is a cost to be paid. Lily’s been through so much, but not been able to deal with it. She’s carrying a lot within her, it would be nice to see her open her eyes and really see what’s always been there for her. Knowing what she does now, seeing the threat for what it is, things aren’t seemingly going to be better very soon in a lot of ways. Sometimes the resolution isn’t so much resisting as bending to the winds.

The erotica has a lovely scene between Max and Lily, which I laughed over. There’s a smattering of D/s moments which Lily isn’t part of, but tells a story of their own. I’ll admit that some of the more violent moments, BDSM-wise, didn’t do a lot for me, but they were core to the story, to set things up. There’s a fine line which the authors didn’t cross I felt, but when the story moved to another “level” it didn’t feel out of place what happened.

Lily’s character developed in this work more than any other by far. Max was central, needed, wasn’t left to the side when it mattered. His presence was telling, important. The two combined, the moments they had, both intimate and otherwise, were wonderfully hot and delicious. Their relationship, the truths of it, are there, Lily seems to know them, it’s a question of where that takes them both. I’m hoping for that to be all I have been waiting for.

The work tied up a lot of loose ends, made connections with past works in the series as well. Many of the questions that have I have been mulled over were answered, not all, but quite a few nonetheless. The heat was everything I expected, but more importantly, the lesson taught about dominance to Lily, that one thing along made this part of the series special for me.

Four and a half out of five pitchforks.

Telling a story about dominance and submission which does not neglect the singular most important point of all matters. Opening the door, telling what lurks within Lily matters. Revealing what Max has always known, but Lily has missed matters. Taking Lily’s past, explaining it, telling of why things are as they are matters. The main plot is revealed, the climax of the series comes soon.

One single work left, to appear on Halloween 2016. I have my hopes, some thoughts, but I’ll hold them close for the moment. Finding one’s self and coming to terms with them is hard. Sometimes that takes more than yourself to do.



Oct 02 2016

A Review of The Devil Lives Inside My Husband! by Rose Black

The Devil Lives Inside My Husband! by Rose Black

The Devil Lives Inside My Husband! by Rose Black

When writing a story, there are some things that do need, at some point, to be explained. Problems with relationships can be told, desires brought out and explored. But along the way when something happens to a character, and it isn’t explained, that leaves questions that take away from the story overall.

Putting a twist into a story isn’t unexpected, nor is it something that is rare. But a twist with no reason behind it, nothing to tell why it happens leaves a lot to be desired. More so when the ending leaves a singular question behind that cannot be answered and needs to be for the sake of the story most of all.

  • Title: The Devil Lives Inside My Husband!
  • Author: Rose Black
  • Length: 30 Pages
  • ASIN: B00GU723WK
  • Publishing Date: November 21, 2013
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells the story of:

Ava’s unhappy. She married her bible study boyfriend right out of high school, and now she’s a bored housewife with nothing to do all day and a husband who can’t satisfy her needs at all. That all changes when her husband, Richard, returns from work one evening quite literally a changed man. Darkly sexy and wickedly horny… This devilish new Richard is ready to make all of her lusty dreams come true!

Will Ava return to a life of boredom, or give herself over to the devil who’s taken up residence inside her husband?

Ava has some issues, not the least of which is that her relationship with her husband is a rocky one. The sex isn’t what she needs and the frustration is growing. She needs a change, but when Richard comes home one night, he’s not the same husband she knew. Temptation calls and Ava is willing to heed the call.

Overall this work is a series of short hot flashes that tell that story of a marriage that has a sex life  in which Ava just gets nothing from it, straining her relationship, and putting things on the rocks. The first we see of the couple there’s strife in the midst of what should be passion, but isn’t. Even when Ava tries to find her own needs, there’s a moment when her husband dampens them. It’s one disappointment after the next, over and over again.

At least until he comes home and isn’t the same husband he was. Then follows an almost classic porn movie scene before the work ends on what is a major question that’s never delved into, and seems to be an afterthought more than anything else.

One would expect that this would might have a possession theme, perhaps something of an incubus character, something that would explain why Richard’s personality changes and what the signs that appear mean. The problem is that none of that is explored. There’s no time spent in what happened to him, what exactly is going on in the final scenes, and what it means.

The focus is on the sex, it isn’t really erotica, and there’s no time spent to tell the story that needs to be told. The why of the story doesn’t appear. The when isn’t explained. Most of all, there’s no presence given to this “new” husband in Ava’s life and what he wants. Question after question and the only answer given at the end of the work is what appears in his eyes. A single sentence in which Ava has to make a choice.

It’s that choice, how odd it is considering all else that happened in the story, who Ava is, that bothers me the most. There’s no thought about what’s happening and why, she just falling into this new situation and leaving the really hard questions to the reader to think about.

I couldn’t find my way into the story, the characters weren’t that interesting, and most of all, that question about Richard and what’s going on not being answered is the largest flaw of all. There should have been more story about that, perhaps some time spent in which Ava had to make a choice.

It is her husband possessed? An incubus in his form or something else? It makes a difference to how this story can be seen and understood. It’s a shame that the author didn’t take the time to explore that thread and draw out more story from this work than there is.

One out of five pitchforks.

The main problem here is that the story does’t get past the erotica and tell the story itself. Why things happened as they did is never explained, and the ending leaves such an open question that really matters, but never answers it. That question, what happened to Richard, why it is, and if he’s even there anymore, or if this Richard is another one and the original will return, really matters. The author missed out on a more interesting story in the rush to get to the sex scenes and it’s the larger shame here.



Oct 01 2016

An interesting speedpainting Succubus YouTube

I came across another of those YouTubes where an artist is painting an image they have been working on. I thought that this character was cute, has an interesting smile, and while the entire video isn’t about her creation, the end result is rather unique…

And if you cannot see this video here on the Tale, please try this link:


Here’s the finished artwork, as always, in case YouTube makes the video vanish for whatever reason there may be…

Succubus by Jaciopara

Succubus by Jaciopara

She’s really quite fun as a whole, that smile of hers seems exactly right for her style, outfit and what seems to be her cute personality. It’s nice that her entire outfit matches her horns, tail and hair. Considering all of the other options the artist considered, I have to say that I like this the best of them all by far.

Sexy cute is one of the best kinds of Succubi I think, and she’s really quite that and more…



Sep 30 2016

A Review of That’s The Spirit by Belinda Burke

That's The Spirit by Belinda Burke

That’s The Spirit by Belinda Burke

There are some stories that are, in a way, eternal. Such as the story of Dr. Frankenstein, for one. Putting a new twist on things makes that story renew itself and the tales that can come from that have their own appeal.

A review then today of the second work in the series Dr. Frankenstein’s School for Monsters. A series with an interesting premise, lovely characters and a unique way to tell a story. However, even with the basis of a story, or series, there are some things that need to be done.

Such as telling a bit more about a character within the story rather than in the book summary for one. Another thing that’s good to do is to allow the characters to tell their story and in doing so make the erotica so much better still. The former is a shame, the latter is a must.

It is the story of:

The succubus Lin is both student and teacher at Dr. Frankenstein’s school for monsters. A Vietnamese demon with an interest in anatomy, she is also responsible for the school’s weekly atmospheric cleanup – getting rid of ghosts that haunt their asteroid’s orbit.

Maeve, lately of Ireland, is one of those ghosts…and one of Dr. Frankenstein’s experiments. Daughter of a line that once produced banshees, Maeve is looking to become more than merely mortal. Phase two of her experiment required her to become a spirit just as she caught sight of Lin. Now, she’s going to take advantage of her ghostliness by taking advantage of the succubus.

Like any demon, Lin is a lusty being, but even she might not be prepared for the spectral encounter waiting for her in the stratosphere.

The good Doctor Frankenstein has made a home for himself and the monsters of the world on an asteroid deep in space. In the future, monsters can hide easily among the stars and the humans that are travelling there. A place for monsters to learn sounds good, but the Doctor needs to experiment of course. A succubus and a ghost sounds interesting, and the Doctor is, if nothing else, quite curious to see what comes next… and who.

The series is set in a universe where Doctor Frankenstein has built, on an asteroid, what he has claimed to be a school to keep human eyes uninterested. In truth, it’s a home for various supernatural beings, one of which is a succubus named Lin. This particular story tells what happens when the Doctor tries an experiment and what happens when the result of the experiment “happens” to encounter Lin.

I liked the story as a whole, the telling is quite unique, I loved Lin and Maeve very much as they were interesting, had personality and when the two came together in the erotica, it was wonderfully hot and passionate. The setting has a lot of promise, and, honestly, the mental image I have of a succubus in a skin-tight spacesuit makes me smile.

But there are some things missing and one of the largest is telling about Lin herself. Really there’s not a lot of time spent in setting up her past, how she came to be where she is, how succubi exist in this universe. There’s a lot of handwaving to get past the questions and directly into the erotica as fast as possible. Lin is described as being Vietnamese in the book summary, but there’s no real focus on her appearance within the story. It’s hinted at, suggested barely, but her form is very shadowy and the missing clarity bothered me.

That said, once the story turned from an adventure to an erotic encounter, Lin’s physical form as Maeve teases and plays is wonderful and I adored the erotica for being something more than just a short moment as many such encounters are. There’s a point to things, meaning and desire for what comes. it’s not an encounter without a point, which is amazing really. There’s a feeling of there being more story to tell, that Lin’s life will change, and what that means to her. Even the Doctor himself cannot ignore this, regardless of his personality.

I found it hard to really like the Doctor himself, there’s an air of aloofness to him. Perhaps that’s because he cares more about his experiments, as a whole, than those around him. It would be something interesting to explore as well in the series. While this is the second work, I didn’t read the first and, as a whole, really this work can stand on its own. There’s enough underpinning that things made sense, but there are still a lot of questions to be wondered about.

A unique story idea, a universe that has a lot of promise. A succubus who is anything but stereotypical, erotica that feels rather than rushes. There’s a lot to like here, and I do very much. But honestly I dearly with there had been more told about Lin herself.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

I really wish some time had been spent in telling Lin’s story, describing her more than she was. It’s hard to grasp a character when she’s really only described as a succubus and what gives her form is the book summary. I wish the Doctor hadn’t been so eminently dislikable as well. The erotica was wonderful, the story captivating. It’s just the little things that were missing that got in the way for me.

Perhaps Lin will appear in a later work in the series, perhaps there will be more story told about her and Maeve. I really hope so, there’s so much story left untold here that needs to be.



Sep 30 2016

A Review of The Cult of E by Ivona Dikson

The Cult of E by Ivona Dikson

The Cult of E by Ivona Dikson

There are some works which just are missing something. Sometimes that is plot, sometimes that is heat. Many times the problem is a lack of direction, of purpose, of making the story speak. There can be a focus on odd erotica, of actions or words spoken that give me pause and wonder… why?

Character names do matter. They invoke mystery, passion or a need to know more. Leaving the mystery to one of what happened rather than why, doesn’t make for a good read. It makes for the start of confusion. Mixing a story that seems to have little purpose other than the sex makes things odder. Leaving the reader wondering what and why things happened is more disappointing still.

  • Title: The Cult of E
  • Author: Ivona Dikson
  • Length: 49 Pages
  • IBSN: 1505863066
  • Publishing Date: November 25, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

It is the story of:

E is a one of a kind Demon, part incubus, part succubus and part vampire. He has his own group that live with him in his home along with his acolyte Christopher. Within the group E can satisfy any and every desire a sex demon could have, until Emily arrives. Emily is different changing Emily has unforeseen consequences. Amber, the member of E’s group who found Emily has wanted E to make her an immortal acolyte for over a year, but E has refused. With the sudden changing of Emily, anything could happen as Amber’s jealousy starts to show the night of the ritual.

E needs Emily. S/he needs her in every possible way and more. Drawing her close the need grows and those around him/her fall to their desires. But nothing is perfect, least of all E.

The work needs quite a lot of editing overall. It reads oddly at times, there are points at which there’s very little comprehension of what is going on exactly. The characters are very thinly written, and almost seem to be within the story for the sake of having a series of sex scenes unfold that don’t really have a lot of heat within them.

E, the main character, is never explored fully in this work. S/he is a mix of a succubus, an incubus, and a vampire. That in itself needs a little explanation and that is what comes in the story. Very little explanation. They have the ability to shift forms, be male or female, but that isn’t told in detail either. The entire meaning behind the character is told in literally a paragraph or two and nothing more.

There’s a little bit of mind control, but that too is skimmed over in the rush to get to a series of sex scenes that read oddly, occasionally make no sense, and at times push the boundaries. Personally I didn’t care for the violent aspects that happened in every scene, and as such there was next to no heat in the work. There’s blood, there’s some anger and quite a lot of pain at times. That might be appealing to some, but I couldn’t see it myself.

Some of the events in the story, especially the beginning of the work, read like something of a mix of an action movie and a porn film with a little bit of the supernatural mixed in. There’s a certain lack of emotion from the characters overall, really only Emilie has some shown, but that’s smothered by E’s effect on her. The fire isn’t there, save for peeking out on occasion and not nearly enough.

That leads me to my single overall problem with this work. I couldn’t find my way into the story, mainly because when there was one, it wasn’t used as it could have been. There were moments when E could have told about their past more, that didn’t happen. There should have been more time spent about the relationships within the group, that didn’t happen. There should have been some time spent on what drove the characters to do what they did, it didn’t.

Just a lot of opportunities for story to be revealed and it wasn’t. What remains is the threads of what should have been something interesting but is left to stand on sex alone. It simply cannot. Erotica without a good story to support it and vice versa leads to disappointment.

One pitchfork out of five.

There’s no substitute for plot and story. No amount of sex, no matter what kind or how it is written, can overcome not having one of some kind. There is a story somewhere in this work, but it never really comes out as it should, nor did the ending really feel like it mattered when it came to a close. There’s a good idea here in who E is, but that is only toyed with. Much like my interest overall in this work.



Sep 29 2016

Succubi Image of the Week 454

One of the things that I like to see, and really don’t very often, is when the wings of Succubi are angelic in nature. I know the usual thing is bat-like wings, but, to me, I think that the combination of feathers, horns and tail has something about it that works quite well… as in the case of this week’s Succubi…

Succubi Angel by ks-claw

Succubi Angel by ks-claw

This work is called Succubi Angel and is by an artist on DevianrArt called ks-claw and you can find the original page on DeviantArt where I found this work here and this artist’s page can be found here.

I think she is adorably cute in a lot of ways. The contrast between her wings, hair, horns and clothing is quite nice. It’s also good to see a different skin tone as well. She has this sort of assured appearance, lounging as she is, and I think that makes her a stronger personality too.

Perhaps she was an angel once or a succubi once? Perhaps she’s been seen by the light and shown what she really is, what she can be… Which is more than anything she might have imagined?

It’s a nice thing to think about…