Jun 02 2016

Succubi Image of the Week 437

There are those pieces of Succubi art that simply have something within them that’s unique. A look, an expression. Perhaps the pose, the style, something more. Sometimes you can’t quite say what it is exactly that made you notice that particular piece of art…

Rei by Grimoire-Noir

Rei by Grimoire-Noir

This art is called Rei and is by the artist Grimoire-Noir whom you can find on DeviantArt here and the original page where I found this art can be seen here.

I adore line art, and in this case there’s simply so much detail, so much character here by far. She is a lovely sensual Succubus, whom I simply adore for her expression, her look, and all in all there’s just a presence about her that just… works.

She has some softness to her expression, but as well there’s an underlying current of power, control, perhaps even a little bit of concealed dominance that is lurking behind her eyes…

A lovely Succubus image most of all…



Jun 01 2016

I think the Deva in this costume is missing the Devilish

Devilish Deva CostumeOf late I have noticed that some costumes are not trying very hard when it comes to trying to entice someone to purchase them. Sometimes that is the price, other times the look. I have rarely seen a costume where what is included in the costume is described as… costume. Short and to the point perhaps, but what does that say about the costume?

This is called the Devilish Deva Costume. It sells for about $50 US on the sites I have found it on… and really that’s about all that I can say about it. The description is amazingly short and to the point in that this is described as “costume” and nothing further.

Having seen those horns, which I don’t like, as a separate item, I have to assume that the costume is the dress itself. As a whole, there’s really nothing to it that says “devil” or anything else really other than “tacky.”

I don’t really like this look at all, the collar would drive me batty. Which might be the point of it, but one never knows do they? The dress seems to be very heavy, something that I don’t enjoy either. The length of the dress leaves all kinds of opportunities for tripping on one’s dress and looking foolish as well.

Even if the description was the epitome of vagueness, I wouldn’t consider this in the first place.

One pitchfork out of five.

Really nothing to see here, but I suppose if it was the last thing on the shelf and you could stand yourself when you looked in the mirror… maybe?



May 31 2016

A Review of Sex Fiends Book Two by Linc Jericho

Sex Fiends by Linc Jericho

Sex Fiends by Linc Jericho

A review of the second work in the sseries called the Writ of the Succubus which in the first book as I noted here, seemed to suggest there would be succubi and incubi appearing, but was being a little coy about that point.

The second work in the series opens the door to telling more of the story, offering a hint of what is to come and in doing so at least answered one question. There are, in fact, succubi and incubi appearing in this series. The question remains however… just what is going on exactly?

  • Title: Sex Fiends Book Two
  • Author: Linc Jericho
  • Length: 17 Pages
  • ASIN: B01G9NVUX2
  • Publishing Date: May 27, 2016
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells the story of:

Episode 2: Maddic’s initiation into the The Hensing Study on Charisma, Attraction, and Sexuality. Maddic drives into the desert overlooking San Francisco, where Dr. Jonckers is waiting for him with a celebrity.

A story of being trapped by lust and desire, but as well the need to discover just who is in control and who is being controlled as well.

The series takes a turn from conversation into something more approaching a porn scene with a mix of dominance, mind control, and something more. Overall that shift is really well done, though Maddic’s confusion and uncertainty pull the story in some side directions before Dr. Jonckers, also known as Victoria, comes to take things in hand and turn attention where she desires it to be.

Much of this work is focused upon Maddic having his way with a celebrity of the time this work is set in. It is a bit odd in how that plays out, some of the language used, and what drives both of the characters onwards in their bound lust and desire. If the work was only this erotica, it would be disappointing, but there’s a saving grace and her name is Victoria.

Victoria is far more involved in what happens in this work than she was in the first. She’s controlling things, guiding, and pressing on towards her own needs. When that comes to pass and her revelation appears, it makes a good deal of sense, but doesn’t really answer the question as to who exactly Victoria is. She’s still a cypher, a mystery, but if nothing else, like Maddoc’s own understanding, it does clear up one point about this series. There are succubi and incubi to be found. Now the question to answer is: What is the point of the series?

Lavishly detailed, the scenes are wonderfully told, the characters voices and internal monologue are captivating. The work tends to wander a bit, still trying to find where exactly it wants to go, but there is a better focus. Questions remain, the erotica is a little over the top and distracts from the story overall, but there’s something about the series that interests me and leaves me wondering.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

As well written and mysterious as the first work, but allowing for the barest hints of answers to appear. I wonder who Victoria really is and what she really wants. Perhaps that’s the more interesting story than Maddic’s discovering what he is and what he really can do.



May 31 2016

A Review of White Wedding by Jeanna Pride

White Wedding by Jeanna Pride

White Wedding by Jeanna Pride

A review of the third work in the Incubus series by Jeanna Pride today on the Tale. In my review of the first work of the series, which you can find here on the Tale, I didn’t really find much that I enjoyed in the story for all of the pain and suffering. The second work in the series continued the rather dark and ominous story from the first and as I noted here, that didn’t really do much for me either.

The third work seems to really not change the formula so far leaving so many questions in its wake, but also leaving me just not really satisfied with the series still.

  • Title: White Wedding
  • Author: Jeanna Pride
  • Length: 42 Pages
  • ASIN: B01G7U2X9W
  • Publishing Date: May 25, 2016
  • This work at Amazon.com

The story tells of:

Leigh and Joe are the ultimate power couple, pledged to each other in holy matrimony. A wealthy lawyer and his beautiful socialite Asian bride to be, they are the perfect couple. But, all is not well in the dark souls of the betrothed. Each seeks something more, something darker. She seeks a partner that knows how to please, and harbors a need to dominate and control, and he needs to be controlled. Into this, Incubus worms his way, taking the form of a domineering black man that wants only to draw out their inner darkness.

Leigh and Joe find themselves pulled into a darker place in which what they truly need comes to the surface. But who is the one in control and who are the ones being controlled?

I found it very difficult to become involved in the story for several reasons. The domination theme that prevails in this work left me cold. Abuse and pain really does nothing for me, though it well may for others however. I wasn’t expecting a happy ending having read the prior works in the series, but I was hoping for more development of the main character in the series and that really didn’t happen.

The incubus remains the same slightly over the top dominant alpha male that bends all others to his will. But this isn’t done through a real desire on the part of those he is dominating so much as it is his pushing his will upon others until they submit. It just feels wrong in several ways, but as a fantasy for some I’m sure they will enjoy it. There was a book once that tried to create a window into the D/s world and it made a lot of money, but wasn’t telling the truth. In a lot of ways this series is playing out a fantasy with not really all that much basis in reality.

I didn’t find a lot of heat in the erotica for all of the pain and abuse that the characters have to endure. That said, the actual characters themselves, that of Leigh and Joe, are well created, have depth and there’s really an interesting story around them. They aren’t cardboard cutouts, there is some meaning to them and that bodes well. The incubus however doesn’t grow as each story is told and remains for the most part static. Perhaps the next work can reveal more about him than has been said, or offered, before.

Two out of five pitchforks.

The incubus still hasn’t a name, and really calling him “Incubus” just seems like a bit of a disappointment. He’s very much an alpha male, the stories pull that to the forefront, but there has to be something more going on than has appeared so far.



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 Amazon.com

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.