May 30 2016

Asking Questions By TeraS

Today’s story isn’t about Tera, the Queen of the Realm. It can’t be—not today, perhaps not for a little while. This story is about her Eternal and a time when he was …


Asking Questions
By TeraS


The rains had come to the Realm. Starting with a light drizzle here and there that none paid much attention to, a bit of a shower that caressed the skin and offered a bit of relief from the warm weather.

Over time the rains turned. They were more pronounced, the drizzle turning to a light sprinkle, a bit of a shower. Umbrellas came out; those of the Realm continued on, for what could one do about the weather?

Then the day came when the rains came in sheets of water, a torrential downpour the likes of which hadn’t been seen for so long that few remembered what the significance of that time was. But one soul of the Realm did know and there was nothing she could do save to watch, worry, and wait. She stood in the midst of the rains, clutching her red umbrella. The rain pooled around her boots, cascaded over her long red jacket. But she paid no attention to this, for it didn’t matter. What did matter was what she could just see from where she stood: a lone figure sitting by himself on the highest peak in the Realm.

It was, she knew, her Eternal. This was something she couldn’t help with, though she dearly wanted to, something that she suffered through herself, alone, so long ago. She wanted to be with him, to talk, to hold, to just be there for him. But in the midst of all that had come, in the moments when the words were spoken, he had made a choice. A kiss, a hug, a soft promise spoken, and then he had turned towards the mountains of the Realm and started to walk towards them. She had remained there, waiting, watching, her eyes following him from afar. Through the worsening weather, the downpours of tears, she did not move. She would wait. The promise was there and she was not going to falter from that.

A cloud passed between them both, obscuring him, and in that moment she felt a familiar hand touching her shoulder. As the tears came freely now, she closed her eyes …

The news that had come was something Keith had never expected to face. It simply wasn’t possible, after all. She was strong, vibrant, loving. To hear words you never expected to hear about someone that had created not just one, but three miracles in her life was terrifying, painful. The ache had begun with the first call and had only become worse with every passing day. The tears had started moments after the words had been spoken. They weren’t said in a way that offered hope, some kind of comfort. They were blunt, direct, almost unfeeling, and that, was what simmered within him more than anything else.

He wanted to ask … “Why?” He wanted to know the reasons this all happened. He had searched for a solution, a way to fix things, to make them better. In every case, in every turn, with every single thing he tried to make right … it wasn’t enough. Far from doing better, he felt the he had made things worse, not given the comfort he wanted to. Over and over again, the guilt built up inside of him, layer by layer, until it was almost all that he felt inside.

The rains came on the day when the path had taken another turn: she had slipped a little further, the hurt and pain in watching her voice fade, her body weaken had begun to overflow. With each and every turn, each and every moment of pain, all the long hours of just sitting with her, watching her, and thinking about everything, the rains had turned worse and worse.

The torrents of rain had come when she had cried to him: “Keith … Help me.”

… and he couldn’t.

He had cried before, tears that he had not hidden. How could one not cry now? The hurt was more than he had ever felt before. But the guilt, no matter how undeserved, came in his thinking of himself in that moment and not her. It built up until the day came when he needed to be alone for a while. Not that he was turning away from his Eternal, for that would never happen. No, the reason was that he didn’t want Tera to see him in that moment, to see what would come next.

He hugged her, made a promise and then walked off into the rains. As he travelled through the Realm, he barely noticed the places he walked by. They weren’t in his thoughts as he started to walk. He was trying to figure out what he wanted to ask.

The rains had soon soaked him through, but he ignored the feeling of cold, the damp shivers that passed through him. They didn’t matter right now; he had something in mind that he needed to do, and all that came between him and that goal didn’t matter. Asking did.

The paths through the forests, the steppes of the mountain ranges, were all dotted with newly-formed streams of water, the rains bringing them to life. His footfalls disturbed the streams but for a moment, then they continued on their path to the Lake so far away.

The climb through the mountains themselves wasn’t easy, but he was determined. Tera had told him many times of her perch upon the mountain where she sometimes overlooked the Realm and pondered things. He came to the point in his journey where she would turn and make her way to her spot, and he paused there to consider. But his eyes looked further upwards, the clouds allowing a small, fleeting glimpse of the summit still towering above him. This place was Tera’s. The path was there waiting for him, and so he would continue onwards, hoping for a chance to ask.

He knew that, far below, a single pair of so-green eyes was watching him. The concern of his Eternal, her worry, her need to be with him was pulling at him even as her love and strength were helping him climb. He could not ask her to be with him in this moment, nor the moment to come. Knowing she would know, he looked towards her, gave a smile to assure her, and then continued onward and upward.

As he passed through the final layer of dark storm clouds that barred the summit from view, he noticed that the sky changed, the darkness turned aside as the light came to seep into the clouds. They turned from dark grey and black to white. The winds calmed, the rained faded away, white mists diffused the light as he paused just below the summit, now shrouded in white.

He paused there, trying to come to terms with what he needed to ask, to say, to express, then made the last push to the summit. It wasn’t, he found, quite as lonely a place as he expected it might be. Blue skies were above him, the white clouds beneath and surrounding him.

The guilt that had been brewing within him pushed him to scream into the void, to confront the one that would be listening, hearing every single word. The tears came, more than ever, and, far below, the rain was joined by thunder and lightning.

But, after a while, after so much storm, he remembered something she had said. Instead of ranting, yelling and being who he was not, he clutched his hands together. His voice was the one she had heard all of his life, the one that gave to her, helped, thought nothing of the time, the cost, the needs. All that mattered in this moment was her.

He began: “Goddess, I need to ask.”

A light wind sprung up, his words being caught within it and carried off. The words were meant for Goddess alone and no one else. He poured out his heart, his love, his fears and all that was within him. Even the guilt was allowed it’s place, but it was not allowed to be the thing that mattered most.

What mattered the most was that she knew.

A cloud drifted over the summit, encasing him within it and in that moment he felt a familiar hand touching his shoulder. As the tears came, he closed his eyes …

He knew that touch, the warmth of his mother, the love they shared. He didn’t question how she could be here in this moment when she was elsewhere. For a fleeting moment, the guilt pushed at him, chiding him for not being with her in that moment, losing the time they had. But the One who was with him took the guilt, as she had the anger, the pain, and everything he brought to her.

“You feel like my mom.”

“I’m everyone’s mother, you know. And she’ll always be with you.”

“I know.”

“Then go.”

When he opened his eyes he was alone, having asked. The answers weren’t all that he expected, wanted, hoped for. But they were asked.

The clouds weren’t quite so grey, so dark as he descended. The sheets of rain lessened slowly over time as the Realm came into view. They faded away a little bit more as he spied his most special her standing, out in the rain, holding her red umbrella.

She had waited, he had returned, that was part of the promise … today and always.

The rain was a light drizzle as she looked at her Eternal: “Are you okay?”

His answer was a small shrug: “We’ll be okay.”

The umbrella was large enough for two, and the question of sharing didn’t need asking.

May 29 2016

A Review of On Becoming a Succubus by Lillian C. Sisk

On Becoming a Succubus by Lillian C. Sisk

On Becoming a Succubus by Lillian C. Sisk

Stories about succubi or incubi set in historical times face several problems, not the least of which is how women were treated at that time and having to overcome that aspect of the storytelling. It sometimes overcomes the main part of the story and in doing so can leave a lot to be desired.

That said, there are other stories in which the summary suggests one thing and the work delivers something entirely different. Succubi and incubi aren’t ignored, as such, but the story takes on a different turn, one that places them on the extremities of the plot waiting for their moment. Sometimes that moment doesn’t quite come out as one might expect things to be.

  • Title: On Becoming a Succubus
  • Author: Lillian C. Sisk
  • Length: 26 Pages
  • Publishing Date: May 16, 2016
  • This work at

The work tells the story of:

Though she has suffered much abuse, she has done so in silence. She couldn’t risk fighting back. She had to live so she could be with Dan, so she could become a succubus, so she could be with her lover, so she could gain revenge. At seventeen, Rachel fell in love with Dan, an incubus, but their love was against his society’s laws. As a result, he was banished from his society for fifty years. He must prove his love by spending those years feeding off only Rachel. If he feeds off anyone else, or if Rachel dies before those fifty years, they will not be able to spend eternity together.

While he remains with her in spirit during this time, he cannot physically protect her, so he encourages her to marry a kind, generous man named Fredrique. She does so, but while Fredrique is performing tours of duty, his brother, Paul, stays on as a guest in Fredrique’s country mansion. Paul is obsessed with Rachel and doesn’t hesitate to enforce his desires. Dan visits her during these times, trying to comfort her in her dreams, but there is nothing either of them can do—until now. The fifty years is over. Rachel has become a succubus.

Rachel encounters a strange man calling himself Dan and over time they fall in love. But love has nothing to do with the time in which Rachel lives. A promise made by Dan leads Rachel to accept her family’s fate, but along the way she finds that with a promise of love comes the pain of betrayal and suffering. But Dan is with her, for always, and sometimes love is what you have left when there is nothing left beyond.

The summary is a little misleading as the story isn’t so much about Rachel becoming a succubus, In truth she never really does become one, though the ending leaves that possibility open to happen. We never see that event, never see what that takes Rachel towards. There’s no expression of the “what comes after” so much as there is the telling of “what comes before.”

The encounter between Rachel and Dan is lovely, telling quite a lot about them both, about what they share and when events turn against Rachel. the discovery of Dan’s truth and then what his own society thinks of Rachel knowing about him is telling as much as that of the time in which Rachel lives. There seems to be another story within the story that I would have liked to see, that of what Dan goes through, but the story is about Rachel and while Dan is part of that, he fades in the background over time, appearing here and there to offer Rachel comfort.

Overall the story is a little hard to read, mainly from all of the abuse and suffering that Rachel faces in her life. However her secret, the encounters with Dan and what that means with regards to her family is captivating. There comes a moment when Rachel speaks of revenge, for which I cannot fault her, but in doing so I hope that her becoming does not allow that to overcome what she and Dan have together.

There really is no erotica in this work, the encounters with Rachel and Dan have some sexual tension, but it isn’t really resolved. The moments that are there are not what I think of as sexual, really they are Rachel having someone forced upon her and it just rubbed me the wrong way when it did happen.

However, as a historical story, one in which there is hope that is tested and pressed to the limit, it reads very well. The characters are strongly written, you are immersed in the story and this is what I enjoyed the most. I wish the author had taken the story a little further in that there’s a seeming happy ever after, but that is never told. I think it should have been for all that Rachel passed through and what happened to her. It’s the one thing this work is missing and I wish it had been.

Four of out five pitchforks.

The book summary is a little misleading, really Rachel never becomes a succubus and that’s where the problem is. There’s a lot of story in the world of the succubi and incubi, but it’s touched on fleetingly and isn’t really expanded upon. The work ends at the exact moment when things turn towards that plot and are then left dangling. This needs some kind of continuation, to close the circle and finish a story that really isn’t finished where it ends.



May 29 2016

A Review of Fourth World: Erotic Tales of Monsters, Myths and Magic by Lisabet Sarai

Fourth World: Erotic Tales of Monsters, Myths and Magic by Lisabet Sarai

Fourth World: Erotic Tales of Monsters, Myths and Magic by Lisabet Sarai

The most common stories about monsters and similar beings resolve themselves to telling a story in which there is more horror than love, more pain than life, and more darkness without having a sense of the light that should be. Telling stories like this can be a difficult thing in that one needs to push the boundaries of that darkness to the limit at times in order to tell the story.

Trying to mix in a little bit of seduction can temper that to a point, but there is always the need to have that moment of shock, of the seduction becoming entrapment. When the story loses the seduction for the blood and darkness, it is difficult for me to enjoy the story for what it tells otherwise.

The work is an anthology collection of:

Enter the fourth world – a world of lust and shadows, where anything can happen.

Obsessive passion and dark ecstasy mark these seven stories of paranormal desire from eroticist Lisabet Sarai. An undead couple hunts for beauty and youth in the history-drenched streets of Prague. A sex addict meets his fate in the embrace of a seductive monster. An innocent writer offers her body and heart to a century-old ghost. A spiritual seeker succumbs to temptation in the arms of a fearsome and greedy goddess. A kinky, blood-drenched threesome unfolds in a luxurious Bangkok penthouse. These tales conjure the magic of sex, and its dangers. Expect to be unbearably aroused and occasionally terrified. Do not expect happily ever afters.

The work is a collection of stories that, as a whole, have a rather darker turn in them, tending towards a range of emotions from simple attraction through obsession. Each of the works tells the story of a particular mythological being, or act of magic, but doesn’t quite come out and say who and what they are for the most part, leaving the reader to figure out things as the stories progress.

The theme that seems to run through each of the works is an initial attraction, something that tugs the characters together and then, when the moment of pleasure arrives it is tempered, or overwhelmed at times, by horror or violence or some other action that in a moment takes the heat from the story and leaves something quite different behind. It is the tailing off of the passions into, at times, loss and despair that makes the works difficult to read, at least for me personally.

There’s a distinct lack of hope, a feeling of disconnect and being so the work as a whole was difficult to become involved with. While there is some erotica, there’s more of a harsher tone to that which I didn’t find attractive. For some there likely will be something in the tone they will find interesting, but I just couldn’t find my way. It isn’t so much a work of erotica as it is a work of horror and mystery with an undertone of erotica to push the story towards its conclusion.

The singular story in the collection which has a succubus-like being is less seductive as it is manipulation and while there is heat, seeing all of the manipulation makes that erotica seem flawed and lesser as a result. While there is a sense of seduction and pleasures offered, there is also a harsh edge to them, an almost aloofness, and it didn’t quite work for me. But as a story on its own, the characters are very good, the textures in the words are excellent.

As a collected work, that is the core. There is excellent writing, good storytelling, and there is purpose to the stories. But the erotica is muted by the harshness of the stories and in being so my enjoyment of the collection was tempered quite a lot.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

A slightly dark collection of erotica, but written well and telling some interesting stories. Perhaps too dark at times for myself, but there are some attractions as well.



May 28 2016

You Kiss Like A Succubus

Some of the things that I find on sites like Etsy do make me smile and, sometimes, giggle. There is a series of things which have a certain phrase on them that make me laugh really. After all, kissing like a Succubus can be quite a good thing…

You Kiss Like A Succubus

I do rather like the sentiment of this in my own way. How one takes that depends on who you are of course…

You can find this as a sign, as well as a pillow and other items on Etsy here, assuming of course that the seller is still selling them of course.

I will have to find a way to work this particular phrase into a story sometime for no other reason than I keep smiling when I think of it…



May 27 2016

A Review of My Best Friend is a Succubus: Book One: Summoning by Amanda Clover

My Best Friend is a Succubus: Book One: Summoning by Amanda Clover

My Best Friend is a Succubus: Book One: Summoning by Amanda Clover

One of the themes that is actually very difficult to write well is bringing a succubus character from the distant past into the present. By that I mean there is a certain tone of voice, understanding, experience, that should lead to a ‘fish out of water’ situation. If that’s done well, it can make things interesting. A review then of the first work in the My Best Friend is a Succubus series by Amanda Clover which has quite a lot I liked, but two things that could not but help give me pause.

There is a cost to everything. Whether that is one you understand or not isn’t the question. What matters more is if you are willing or if you are guided into what happens. There is a difference, but sometimes that can simply be a matter of a misplaced word… or a bemused succubus.

The work tells the story of:

Faith’s boring life is about to get wild!

Faith Granger considers herself to be a chubby loser. She lacks confidence, she lives in books, and she works in a high school library. The closest thing she has to a love life are all her dirty daydreams, but those aren’t enough to quench her desires for football star Maxwell Harper.

Faith discovers a mysterious occult book called the Septagrammaton Codex in the library’s donation box and decides to take it home and try her hand at a love spell. She doesn’t really expect it to work. Faith casts the wrong spell and ends up summoning Morgana, a succubus as beautiful as she is dangerous.

Can having a sex demoness for a friend help Faith finally win over Maxwell Harper or will Morgana lead Faith down a new and kinky path?

Faith’s imagination is quite interesting. If she wasn’t human, she’d certainly be a succubus. The discovery of a book leads to Faith summoning Morgana, a succubus who has some ideas of her own to share. Want and need turn into desire, but sometimes desire turns into something far more troubling. The ability to make dreams real, or, perhaps, a nightmare.

The series starts out with telling quite a lot about Faith from her perspective, and the entire work is told from that perspective as well. Faith has a rather deeply set self-image problem, and the things about that is, well before Morgana appears, it’s clear that Faith knows that all she really needs to do is look after herself better. Her friends are unique and interesting, the library she works in has some real possibilities as well. There’s just something I really liked about Faith, but at the same time there’s an almost constant internal monologue about her fantasies which gets a little worn before Morgana appears.

Morgana I can’t say is a stereotypical succubus, in truth it’s a little difficult to say what she really wants, if she is telling the truth or otherwise. What adds to this confusion is that Morgana’s view of the world is a little focused on the past, she not being on Earth for a very long time. There’s an oddity in her speech, her mannerisms and so on. At times she’s subservient to Faith’s will, at others she’s very much in control. There’s a bit of duality in her character which works well, but it might be at the cost of her becoming stereotypically evil at some point and I really hope that doesn’t happen.

I rather liked Morgana’s appearance, her means to transforming herself, the other powers she shows through the story. There’s a little bit of mind control as well, though that is very minor and fleeting. It isn’t out of place though and fits in with the scenes it appears in well. At one point Morgana shows Faith something which I understand about being intimate with her, but it was a little too… expected.

I’m hoping there’s something more to Morgana, that she’s actually going to be a friend to Faith and that the series won’t rush off towards pushing a twist ending at the last moment that makes everything that happened before have no weight.

The characters are very well written, their voices are quite distinct. A small scattering of spelling mistakes here and there, but nothing that takes away from the story as a whole. Some of the dialogue that Morgana speaks is a little bit odd, not just from what she knows, but more in that how the words flow seems wrong when spoken out loud.

The length allows a lot of story, character development, history and plot to be formed. The ending was a little bit expected, perhaps not the best way to end the first book. There’s a lot covered and it might have been good to split this work into two parts, expand on each and have the story not read as being as rushed as it feels like.

Four out of five pitchforks.

I’ll be looking for the next work in this series, I think there’s quite a lot of promise, certainly what might be happening to Faith is something to follow and if things turn as they might, I’m not sure if I will be disappointed or amused. That I think depends on whether Faith remains true to herself, or if Morgana’s game is more than it seems on the surface.

We shall see, I hope.



May 27 2016

A Review of Incubus: An Intense Novella by C. De Melo

Incubus: An Intense Novella by C. De Melo

Incubus: An Intense Novella by C. De MeloStories

Not all stories written about the Succubi and Incubi tell of beings that, in some way, actually care about others. They can be aloof, cold, even spiteful. But being what they are, less so, who they are, can hide their true selves away.

That in itself can be a good story, but when the same can be said for the mere mortals that encounter them, the story can be quite a lot more complicated. Not everyone can show their true selves and survive, to be the same as they were.  Choices need to be made, regardless of all else, to one’s self be true.

The work tells the story of:

Mia is obtaining her PhD in paranormal studies in Edinburgh Scotland. After moving into a new place, she discovers that she is not alone. Something strange and erotic starts happening to her at night- and her body is reacting to these nocturnal episodes in a manner she has never imagined. Could this dark dalliance end in danger? Her attractive professor, Craig, may be her only hope.

Mia encounters two things she didn’t expect when she came to university. One was the crush she has on her professor, but the more troubling one is the nightly visits she has been having from… something… since she moved into her new apartment. A lesson told, a demand made, and Mia finds herself encountering an Incubus that has plans for her, whether she likes them or not.

This work is a slightly different approach on the theme of a woman encountering an Incubus in that there’s a distinct point to the story in how the Incubus, Shemhazau, is first seen to be and then, when the truth comes out about him, how different the attitudes are between mortals of the here and now and being of another age that cannot understand them.

Reflected in that is Mia’s own uncertainty which over time becomes somewhat of a barrier to her. While that is mainly to draw her story towards a conclusion which is at odds with Shemhazau’s plans, it doesn’t overcome the simple point that Mia has made her own choices and will continue to do so. She’s very strong within herself, once she makes up her mind, and there’s no point in the story where her character goes back upon itself.

While the work’s title speaks of intensity, that doesn’t really come out overall. There’s a very light piece of erotica, some moments of anger and strife, and a telling scene which makes complete sense all things considered and what Mia understood of her situation. The work’s story is really that of Mia’s relationships, her life, and an encounter which, when explained, becomes more than troubling. It becomes life changing.

This makes for a very well told story, but the ending leaves something to be desired. It reads very much like the ending to a television drama in which the things to come are mentioned, suggested, and left open-ended in something like a summary. With all of the care taken with all else, the ending that is shown doesn’t quite live up to the story itself and that shouldn’t have been.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

The ending left me wanting in a lot of ways and considering how good the story is overall, that’s a real shame. I wasn’t looking for everything to be ended nicely, or completely, but in telling of what might be to come in a bit of a roundabout way, that felt like a way to get the story to an ending and not to the finish.



May 26 2016

Succubi Image of the Week 436

One of the more strikingly unique works of Succubi art today on the Tale. They say that reality is what you make of it. I find that this art has quite a lot of ‘reality’ and in being so that makes it something quite unique when it comes to Succubus art…

Succubus1-WaterColour-wash by herarip

Succubus1-WaterColour-wash by herarip

You can find the original page on DeviantArt where I found this work here and this artist’s page can be found here.

I really like the ‘reality’ of this art. By that I mean she doesn’t look impossible, out of the realm of what makes sense in the real world. In a way, she looks like a model who just happens to be a succubus and I rather like that idea.

More, like that her tail and horns are well matched to her body shape, pose, and expression. There’s really nothing that feels out of place here, and in being so that adds to the ‘reality’ very well I feel.

That idea of a Succubus as a model is something that I should wrote a story about sometime…