Oct 30 2015

A Review of Intimate Journeys by Ss Hampton Sr.

Intimate Journeys by Ss Hampton Sr.

Intimate Journeys by Ss Hampton Sr.

I think that writing an anthology collection has to be one of the most difficult things to do. To find a theme that holds the stories together can be quite simple or very complex. There are some stories that touch one’s heart and others that make you sigh when they are done.

It’s a delicate thing to be able to write stories that have, in each of them, something to say and to say that well. To express ideas, to tell stories, to bring characters to life and make them matter.

That’s quite a special thing to accomplish. It should be shared more widely that this particular work is I think.

  • Title: Intimate Journeys
  • Author: Ss Hampton Sr.
  • Length: 200 Pages
  • ISBN-13: 978-1612353326
  • Publishing Date: February 26, 2012
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work is an anthology collection by the author:

  • Rose Cliffs: Archaeologists accidentally set free survivors of an ancient race, who require sexual sacrifices to bring back more of their kind.
  • The Christmas Queen: A young man returning home for Christmas encounters a legendary succubus who wants him for her lover.
  • No. 55 Cherry Apple Court: Believe it or not, sometimes within a gated community there are worse things than a home owners association.
  • The Whisper of Ereshkigal: An immortal Sumerian in love with a human woman is finally discovered by pursuing goddesses determined to take him to the underworld.
  • Imnachar: A frustrated incubus has a young woman cornered in a small country church, and he attempts to entice her to leave her sanctuary.
  • Galleria Millennia: An unusual group of female artist-collectors descend on a city at the edge of the Rocky Mountains before Y2K.
  • The Samar Café: On the eve of joining his combat ship during an interstellar war, a young sailor spends the night with a prostitute, with surprising results.
  • A Harsh Lesson: A female military officer dons a haunted Waffen SS jacket and attends a costume party, where she intends to kill a Senator.
  • Aztec Ridge: An Aztec goddess claims a lover from the same family line every 52 years, and now it is time for her to take a new lover.
  • Dawn at Khabari Crossing: As the US combat role in Iraq ends, a middle-aged soldier faces the uncertainty of demobilization and returning to Ground Zero of the Great Recession.
  • Between Flagstaff and Gallup: They say curiosity killed the cat, but what happens if it didn’t, and the cat is still alive?
  • The Ledger: A married sutler, unhappily retired and in ill health, remembers the example of the love of a young 7th Cavalry trooper for an Irish laundress.
  • Grandpa’s Bon Qui Qui: While deployed to Afghanistan, an older soldier in a May/December relationship must decide if the young woman really loves him, and if he really loves her.

There are two stories in this anthology that have Succubi or Incubi appearing in them and as such they are the focus of this review. I will also, as I do in these cases, review the entire work as a whole as well.

The one story that, for me. was the most amazing, strong, and powerful by far was The Christmas Queen. It was a story that told a tale that simply captivated me from start to end and more. The concept that comes out in the work is very unique and one that, while it told of lust, it also told of love and how the power of that love can work miracles. The Queen herself, a Succubus named Ayla, at least she describes herself as a Succubus, is just an amazing being and one that does reflect much good within herself as the story progresses. The story… simply is. It is strong, clear, emotional and more than anything has been in my thoughts for quite a lot time afterwards. How Ayla is described, her actions, her attitude and power are all quite Succubus-like, but the reveal at the end of the story just made the story perfect in every way and I loved everything about the story, the characters and more.

Five out of five pitchforks. Simply beautiful.

Another work in the collection Rose Cliffs, has but a single reference to both Succubi and Incubi within it, but the beings spoken of in this work do seem to have all of the aspects and as such it is, in a way, the second work that took my attention. The work has a rather strong tone of mystery to it that I thought worked well and while some of the events in the work were a bit harsh, the story itself, the events and characters were every bit as strong. The concept in the story, how that is told, the way the mystery is woven into the story is amazing and when the climax comes, I was rather surprised by it. While the work is, for the most part, complete, it ends on a point where there could be a “after” and I think I would have liked to see that.

Four out of five pitchforks.

The third work, Imnachar, had one of the characters being an Incubus and it is quite the different sort of story when compared to the other works. Set in a time of war, there is quite a lot of strife, conflict and emotion within the story and when things become difficult, the story turns in a direction that I didn’t expect, but made perfect sense. The comparison of the Incubus in this story with that of the Succubus in the other is interesting, but what I thought was the most powerful was the sense of honour that the Incubus had and where that took the story. The ending especially when a promise is made, managed to surprise me and that was quite the pleasant thing to see.

I’ll give this work four pitchforks out of five.

For the anthology as a whole, I found that some of the stories didn’t quite do as much for me emotionally as others did and as such they tempered my enjoyment of the work as a whole. Nonetheless, the work is really one of the best collections of stories that I have read this year and I enjoyed the work as a whole very much.

The author put a lot of heart and soul into his works and it really does show well. I do recommend the work but it’s rather hard to find a physical copy or to find an eBook online. I could not order a book through Amazon, it was not available as an eBook either there. After some digging I found the publisher’s website and managed to order a copy from them. I am exceptionally pleased that I took the time that I did to find this work and read what was, for me, a wonderful experience.

It is a shame that this collection isn’t more widely available because I think it deserves a wider audience by far.

I’ll give the anthology four out of five pitchforks.

A series of touching, involved stories that are amazingly well told. A bit uneven here and there, but well enjoyed and cherished…



Oct 29 2015

Succubi Image of the Week 406

One of the more unique Succubi artworks that I have seen in the past while today on the Tale… I like how the idea of Succubi, what they appear to be, how they look, and so on, is played with by some artists… Not all Succubi look the same, really they shouldn’t, and so that gives rise to… possibilities…

Succubus Blade by EvilsmiLeStudio

Succubus Blade by EvilsmiLeStudio

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

There’s a bit of what I think is an interesting Morrigan Aensland vibe to this art in that the outfit here seems to be a variation of the basic Morrigan outfit with some changes to make it just different enough that it helps to give this Succubus character a more interesting style.

While she doesn’t have horns or a tail, she does have wings and I rather like them which is saying something because generally I don’t care for wings very often on Succubi. A unique expression on her as well which is interesting, and the visual aspects of her power I think work well here in her action pose.

Really very lovely, she seems to have a lot of inner strength in her character and that is something that I always enjoy seeing…



Oct 28 2015

A least this costume has possibilities

Fancy Dress Costume DevilIt is only a few short days to Halloween and as a final thought for another year of looking at awful costumes, better ones, and the occasional one that actually managed to rate well with me… Here’s one that has some possibilities at least, though the accessories need some work.

This is called the Fancy Dress Costume Devil and it comes with the corset with lace up back, skirt, cloak, a g-string, that lousy pitchfork again and a pair of devil horns that aren’t much really. Shoes are not included and this sells for an average of $89 US.

And the funny thing is that I don’t think this is all that awful a costume choice really. Oh, it’s not perfect and there are some bits that would be tossed away immediately. but… there’s some hope to this.

Before I get into my thoughts about the costume, I have to wonder why it is that once again the model wearing the costume has an expression that looks like she just sucked on a lemon. I can’t see how that helps to sell costumes really. Perhaps this is something that websites and manufacturers of costumes should think about. Any smile at all does help a lot I think.

Obviously I don’t care for the pitchfork, so that can be ignored easily enough if I try to. The horns look to be the sparkly ones, so again, they don’t do anything for me and wouldn’t remain. But the corset really doesn’t look all that bad I think and in that I think there is a bit of “sexy” to it, even if it is only slightly so.

The right attitude and a bit better look I think would make this as a whole look better and be better. Obviously all costumes are a starting place, it’s where one takes them that matters. The right thoughts can take this idea to better places by far I think.

Three out of five pitchforks.

It’s a start, not all that bad honestly…



Oct 27 2015

A Review of Church of the Eternal Succubus by Arvin Stevens

Church of the Eternal Succubus by Arvin Stevens

Church of the Eternal Succubus by Arvin Stevens

Sometimes I cannot make heads or tails of a story that I discover that has Succubi appearing in it. Sometimes it is that I cannot follow the story. Sometimes it is because I am picking a work that is in the middle of a series. Sometimes it is because the humour isn’t something that I particularly find funny. Sometimes it is all of these things and when that happens… it makes me wonder…


  • Title: Church of the Eternal Succubus
  • Author: Arvin Stevens
  • Publishing Date: February 27, 2012
  • Length: 40 Pages
  • Format: eBook
  • ASIN: B007F1TTJ0
  • This work at Amazon.com

It is the story of:

The P.A.C. Squad discovers the vilest of evils blossoming in a place where the good have lost hope . . .

Jack Rayon only wants to visit his incarcerated brother, but someone has other ideas – namely, the world’s deadliest assassin.

This ice-cold killer is as supernaturally skilled at killing as he is hampered in his abilities to communicate – but he is guided by a brilliant partner, deadly and immature in equal measures, a hateful young super-genius in a frail body.

But combat, violence, and death are in Jack Rayon’s blood – and Sachet Saperstein is at his side.

Yet as the battle rages to an old abandoned church that turns out to be all too occupied, all of them are about to encounter something that they hate and fear even more than they hate and fear each other — a terrifying evil as old as mankind, nursing an insatiable lust for vengeance.

This being the sixth book in the series may explain why I couldn’t find my way into this story. There are a few sub-plots running about which, really when you read the work, take the majority of the story’s time up. The actual appearance of “Succubi” really amounts to a creature of horror, some zombie like beings, and a plot that seems very much like it was taken from a teenage horror movie.

The action, such as it was, was scattered and ran all over the place. There really wasn’t much of a focus to anything, save a lot of cursing and yelling from many of the characters. I didn’t find a single character to care about, not one moment in the story stood out, and possibly worst of all the humour in the work… really wasn’t at least to me.

Now, I will say that perhaps my problem is that I do not understand this series. I do not know the characters, what drives them or anything else really. But I do know what a story should look like, at least to my sensibilities… It wasn’t in this work by any means.

I’ve said that I like to have some kind of focus, some “soul” within the story. I couldn’t find anything in this story that I could point to in order to make that possible for me. I have seen some reviews that call this work hilarious among other similar things, but… it just wasn’t.

I found the writing difficult to follow, the pace uneven, and overall it felt like an unfinished story in many ways. I think, as a whole, the Succubi, or what passed for them here, could have been wiped out of the story and it would not have made any difference whatsoever.

In the end, I just didn’t enjoy this work very much, if at all.

I’m giving this work a half pitchfork out of five.

I just could not follow the story, did not find a character to like, and really, there was a complete and total lack of Succubi in this work.



Oct 27 2015

A Review of Succubus Society by Eden Redd

Succubus Society by Eden Redd

Succubus Society by Eden Redd

Last week I reviewed a work by Eden Redd called Rise of the Succubus, and you can find that review here on the Tale.

I was wondering what might come next and where the story would go. It took a little bit of time for the author to come back to these characters and I’m actually quite pleased they did so.

One of the things that can be compromised, if one is not careful, is one’s humanity. It can be so very difficult to keep that piece of yourself intact when so much otherwise is trying to pull you in directions that both unexpected and unknown. Sometimes when you are pushed to your limits, you need to push back. But what if you aren’t sure that you want to… or can?

The story tells of:

Rita is having a difficult time controlling her urges. As she and her fellow succubus, Alina, drive to New York, they do what they can to ease the fire of her demon blood.

But the lust is overpowering and Rita is losing the battle. Once they reach the Society, Alina must meet with others of her kind and decide what will be the best course of action for Rita’s lustful hunger. It may take all of their power to slack her growing thirst.

Alina and Rita have left Rita’s old life behind and are travelling towards her new world. Along the way Rita loses herself to her new needs, discovers something of what she has become, and then needs to make a important choice about her future. Alina shows her the world of the Succubi and Incubi, but is Rita prepared for what that means or will she find herself on the crest of a wave she cannot control?

The most interesting thing about this story is the world building which develops over the course of things. There’s a good deal of time spent with Alina trying to help Rita control herself, her needs and her abilities. Rita is, as a whole, very much on a hair trigger the entire work, needing to feed and being, for the most part, unable to control herself. To have this unfold is good and I think adds a certain amount of conflict and uncertainty towards what Rita is feeling and what she does. In the moments when she is entwined with others, trying to feel the need that is consuming her, there’s still that little piece of her, her humanity, that tells her she should feel regret, feel concern, worry about what she is doing and why.

Beyond Rita’s battles within herself, once she and Alina get to where they are going, the work opens up the hidden universe of the Succubi and Incubi and it was really interesting to me. It isn’t a simple matter of beings like Rita acting like the legends they resemble, having no sense of control. They have a code which they live by and it makes a difference. To see how that works was the missing part of the previous story. The explanations don’t read like an information dump, they fit into the story well. There is a good deal of mind control, some dominance and submissive aspects as well. There’s a quick transformation scene at the end where tails and horns appear that works to build up the tension more before the conclusion comes and I think it was a nice touch to do.

While there is some world building, there are quite a number of moments for Rita, really a series of hot flashes that, overall, work well to show how much need she has inside and how far she has to go to find a measure of control. Some of them are a little over the top, but not terribly so and the more Succubus-like moments I did like very much.

With all of the good in this work, and how far the characters change and develop from the where they were to where things wind up, there is an issue. Similarly to the first work in the series, this work needs another editing pass for several reasons. The main one is simply that some of the dialog, when read out loud, seems stiff, not quite right. There’s an oddity to what is said that gave me pause on several occasions. Mixed in with that comes a fair number of similar sounding words being used in the wrong places and a serious problem with tenses that keeps cropping up.

The thing of it is, honestly, the promise of the first work is built on here in the second work. The work ends on a note that promises Rita and Alina’s futures are going to be very interesting and I want to see where that leads them. The world is built, the plots are set, the troubles and tribulations are quite clear. Rita has made a choice, even if it is one she didn’t have much of one in. She might be at the beginning of her path, and it likely is a long one, but that is what makes things interesting.

I really wish the author had done more editing to the work, to fix some of the word mistakes, to make the dialog a bit less stiff. Overall, in truth, it is a much better work than the first in the series because there’s a good deal of world building, explanation, and a desire in the story to tell what Rita experiences and what that does to her. I really would have liked to give this work a four, possibly a four and a half pitchfork rating… But the flaws just took me out of the story too many times and I really wish it didn’t.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

Eden, the author of this work, sent me a note, actually in the midst of my writing this review, that tomorrow. October 28th, 2015, this work will be available on Amazon for free. Please do have a look, consider purchasing the first work in the series as well and, perhaps, like me you’ll be wondering what Alina and Rita are going to be facing next… and what that means.



Oct 26 2015

Belle of the Ball By TeraS

It is a week, more or less, before Halloween … As such there needs to be some Halloween stories, I think … So, let’s start with something that could be Monday-Story-Meets-Wednesday-Costume-of-the-Week …


Belle of the Ball
By TeraS


It really wasn’t the best Halloween costume ever, Belle knew. In truth, she hadn’t really wanted to go out anyway. She was far too old to be trick-or-treating, for one, and, for the other, she really didn’t enjoy going to those sorts of parties.

Those sorts of parties? You know the ones. The ones where it seemed the only point was to get drunk—Belle didn’t drink—or to wind up with someone else in a costume—with her luck, probably someone in a bed-sheet, and that didn’t interest Belle either, because she hadn’t had a lot of luck with her love life.

For that matter, she hadn’t really had a lot of luck with any sort of social life. Though her name was Belle, she knew she wasn’t going to be the belle of the ball by any means. Her main problem was that she didn’t have the looks, or the boobs, for that matter. Her personality was too timid, she being far more comfortable being a wall flower and keeping out of sight.

However, she was pushed and prodded by her friends to join them at what they promised was going to be a tame—though, in that, Belle knew they were really thinking “lame”—party. She had gone to a costume store in the mall and wandered the isles looking for something that she wouldn’t be totally embarrassed to wear, something that wouldn’t make her stand out, and, she hoped, something that wouldn’t make her be laughed at.

But, even after looking through everything there, she hadn’t found a single thing that she could bring herself to wear. Belle saw a clearance bin of various accessories, and, after poking through them all in a last-ditch effort, found a pair of red plastic devil horns, a flimsy looking tail that came with a strap to tie around her waist, and a tiny, pathetic, plastic pitchfork with some feathers on it.

After taking one more good look around the store, she started to make her way towards the cashier, rummaging around in her purse for the twelve dollars and twenty-two cents her costume was going to cost. She wasn’t even going to bother with anything else, intending to wear only her new collection of devilish things and an unflattering dress and running shoes.

At least, that was her plan … until she bumped into someone and all of her costume pieces clattered to the floor.

As Belle knelt down to pick up her things, she didn’t glance at whoever it was, but she did express, in a very apologetic way: “I’m so sorry, this is my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.”

As Belle picked up her things, she noticed that she had bumped into a woman; the red open-toed heels she was wearing made that very clear. Looking a little further upwards, Belle then noticed a pair of shapely calves that led towards some very curvy thighs that were draped by a very tight, very red, dress.

As Belle continued to pick up her things, she stopped looking upwards, turning her attention back towards the costume bits that seemed to be a little more flimsy, a little more trashy looking.

She was just picking up the pitchfork when the woman spoke to her: “I think you weren’t paying a lot of attention when you were looking for your costume, either, sweetie.”

Now while the words might have been a little bit odd, the hot flash that Belle felt tickling up her legs, then between them, then settling into her core was slightly more concerning. She nibbled her lip as she looked upwards once more. The red dress seemed to be almost making love to the woman it was caressing. As her eyes moved up over the woman’s hips, Belle wished that she could be even slightly that shapely. Once her eyes slipped over the woman’s chest, Belle knew that she’d never look anything like her, and so she paused there, not wanting to look further upwards.

A slim hand and arm, covered in red latex, was offered to her: “Up you come now. Let’s have a look at you, hmm?”

When Belle took that hand, her legs felt like mush, her breath caught. She felt herself shiver at the touch, not knowing why this woman had such an effect on her … at least not until Belle stood up and looked into the eyes of the woman. She fell into a pair of so-green eyes surrounded by ebon hair, tanned skin, and lips as red, if not redder, than the dress the woman was wearing. Belle almost missed the two small horns in the woman’s hair, but not the red tail whose heart-shaped tip was hovering over her right shoulder.

Belle was at a loss for words as the woman looked at her, looked into her eyes, looked at her while moving her hands over Belle’s shoulders and arms, looked at her while touching her hips and moving her this way and that before finally stepping back.

Belle did—just barely—manage to hold in the whimper that came at that moment.

She then watched as the woman’s smile became a little less so as she looked at the meager things that Belle considered a costume with a critical eye.

That whimper Belle didn’t manage to hold inside herself.

The woman then took Belle’s hand and led her through the costume shop, past the other customers, both in and out of costume, with determination. Belle expected that they would be bumping into people, but it was like the parting of the Red Sea. The crowds moved out of the way. She was sure some of them bowed, but that couldn’t possibly be.

As they walked, the woman spoke: “If there is one thing I cannot stand, it is all of the poor attempts at costume design there are … especially those pretend to have a clue as to what seductive is. They seem to always get trashy and seductive mixed all up.” She turned her head, and gave Belle a look that made her tremble in hot, wet need: “I think someone needs a lesson in what the difference is, don’t you agree, sweetling?”

Belle’s mind was awash in the thoughts of how she was so turned on at that moment that she’d happily walk around in a string bikini and a collar if she was asked. That thought brought her out of the almost-trance she was in long enough to answer: “I … I don’t know. I’m not either.”

The woman stopped and touched a red-covered hand to Belle’s chin, raising her dull blue eyes to look up into the woman’s so-green pair: “You aren’t trashy, pet, and you shouldn’t be wearing trashy things.”

Belle continued to clutch her assembled costume pieces, feeling very ashamed now of what she had been planning to do: “Sorry …”

The woman smiled, and then Belle found herself being kissed—a long, slow, wet kiss that made her toes curl, her pussy moisten and her nipples ache; a kiss like the ones she’d imagined that the sexy, hot girls got all of the time, and it only made her so needy and wanting to do whatever …

“Tera. But you will call me ‘Mistress’ won’t you, pet?”

The shiver turned into a hot need that settled in Belle’s sex and mind, pushing out all of her concerns about not being good enough. Mistress said she was, and Mistress was never wrong. It was then, in that moment, when Belle realized that they had walked through the store and into the back where the changing rooms were. She continued to clutch the little bits of red that seemed so insignificant next to the red of Mistress, somehow needing them.

Belle didn’t resist as Mistress walked towards one of the larger rooms, guided Belle inside, and then spoke to her again: “Now, you go on and take off those clothes and put on your costume. I don’t want to see you wearing anything else, pet. When you are done, just call for me.”

As the door to the changing room was closed, Belle felt lost, needy, but at the same time she knew that she was going to do exactly as she was told. All of the worry about how she looked, what she thought of herself, were pushed aside for the words of Mistress: “You aren’t trashy.”

Just before the door closed, Belle whispered: “But I only have trashy things.”

Mistress opened the door and smiled: “Trust in me, pet. You won’t disappoint me. I shall make sure of that.”

After the door closed again, Belle stood, looking into the mirror. She looked … ordinary. She felt … not so much so. Yet Mistress said she wouldn’t be disappointed

With a sigh, her clothing went on the bench and, after a slight hesitation, so did her bra and panties. The cheap-looking horns went into her short, sandy blond hair, the poor excuse for a tail wrapped around her waist and, finally, she picked up that sad thing someone decided was a pitchfork and held it in both hands in front of her.

She sighed before calling out: “Ready … Mistress.” Then, several things happened. Belle was looking right into the mirror as they happened, mesmerized by them.

First, her pale blue eyes changed colour. Before, they were unremarkable, ordinary. Now they were deep sea blue, the kind of blue that one could get lost in if they looked into them for too long.

Belle found herself staring into them, being held by them as the second thing happened: she heard a voice. It was her own voice, but sexier, purring, seductive: “We’re not going to disappoint Mistress. We are going to be everything she wants us to be, Belle.”

Belle managed to nod, once, not trusting herself to speak. As she watched, the third thing happened: the red horns in her hair turned a deep brunette colour, then melted into her hair, changing its colour to match them. Her hair then began to lengthen, becoming a wave of rich brunette locks that cascaded along her shoulders, draped down her back, and spilled over her chest, framing her face and bust on either side.

This drew her attention to her breasts, her hands moving to cup them when the third thing happened. She felt a warmth spread through her body, her skin tanning, her body gaining curves, her hips and chest becoming more than they were before. A shiver rolled up from her sex, now bare, like fingers tickling up from her heat, exploring every curve, finally settling around her slim, shapely throat.

Then the fourth something: the slight, simulated, scarlet tail turned golden, drawing itself against Belle’s new form, wandering over her body, tracing over her curves, becoming a gold bandeau that tightly held her now well more than a handful breasts perfectly, a golden loop in the middle holding the two halves together. Another stream of gold curled around her hips, cupping her now needful sex, teasing it, before moving behind, returning to its source at her perky, sexy rear.

For the last something, the pitchfork changed to gold, then some of it dribbled out of Belle’s hand, falling onto her shapely toes. Belle wobbled, slightly, as she found her balance now on a pair of golden heels, higher than the old Belle would have ever considered wearing, if she had ever even considered before. Her voice was wanton, needful as she moaned, gasping as the last of the golden liquid on her skin moved towards her neck: a golden collar formed there, and the thoughts of obeying Mistress cemented themselves in her mind, body and soul. The voice from before was now fully hers as she mewled needfully: “Anything … please … Mistress …”

Pet—she didn’t think of herself as Belle now—continued to mewl in need as she dropped to her knees, needing to obey, needing to serve. When the door opened, Mistress smiled: “Much better, pet. I am so very pleased with you.”

Pet arched her neck, displaying the collar, the ring attached to the front. She licked her lips as Mistress attached her red leash there. Pet melted as Mistress kissed her lips and caressed her cheek: “They will love you, pet. You’ll be the belle of the ball …” The words spoken made her cum, crying out in pleasure, her mind blanking out as she felt Mistress’ touch upon her, felt the promise of being her pleasure for the night.

The following morning, Belle came back to her senses when the morning light came calling through her window. She laid there for a time as flashes of memory came to her.

An amazingly hot brunette … lots of red.

A leash … kneeling … her tongue lapping … so wet … soaking … the orgasms.

Her fingers trailed down under the covers, playing there until a knock at the door startled her. As she scrambled to find something to wear she called out: “Hang on! I’m not decent!”

She paused as she saw Belle in the mirror: sandy blond hair, looking ordinary. She sighed, disappointed. It was only a dream. She hadn’t gone to a party, hadn’t gone to find a costume, hadn’t been found by Mistress … The last thought both confused and bothered Belle, and she didn’t quite know why. She ran to the door, wearing an old T-shirt that was long enough to hide that she was otherwise nude underneath, her bare feet padding on the floor. A quick twist of the door handle … and … and Belle didn’t know what to say next.

There, standing on the other side was … Mistress? Tera? Belle’s thoughts were confused. The woman stood there in a long red jacket, with black jeans, ankle boots, and bandeau top. But no horns or tail, and that just seemed very odd.

Belle didn’t know what to say, and her thoughts were confused, but, somehow, she knew Pet would be clear, Pet would know, Pet would … would …

Tera smiled: “I think you are more than decent, Belle. Did you have a nice time at the party?”

Belle didn’t answer, couldn’t answer. The memories buried in her mind came out in a rush, overwhelming her and leaving her thighs quite damp. She swallowed, carefully: “I … Yes … ummm … Thank you.”

Tera didn’t say anything, and Belle started to close the door, to return to her life as it was, the night of passion, pleasure, and more a memory, possibly a dream.

Just before it closed completely, Tera asked: “Would you like to be that way always?”

Belle thought about her life, who she was, who Tera had made her be, at least for a time. The door remained almost closed for a long time, neither woman saying anything.

Then Belle opened the door: “Would you like to come in, Tera? I’d … like to ask some questions before I make up my mind.”

Tera smiled as she walked past Belle, her tail and horns appearing out of thin air, then her Tail giving Belle a hug around her waist: “Anything you’d like to, Belle, anything at all. Even if all you want is to be the belle of the ball.”

Oct 25 2015

A Review of Lycan Unleashed by Tiffany Allee

Lycan Unleashed by Tiffany Allee

Lycan Unleashed by Tiffany Allee

A review today on the Tale of the third work in a series that I have been reviewing last year. You can find those reviews here and here on the Tale. In the previous two works, Succubi were rather central characters to the plot, but in his work, the Succubus is fleeting in her appearance, though she leaves her mark nonetheless.

Sometimes the decisions we make are not ours to make in the first place. What comes from that can be, in many ways, the real tragedy and the greater desire.

The work tells of:

Detective Astrid Holmes is a sensitive, a human capable of feeling the energy of otherworlders. When she is dispatched to the horrific murder scene of a local vampire, she expects it to be just another day on the job. But when evidence is stolen on her watch, she is removed–not only from the investigation, but from her job as a member of the Chicago police department’s paranormal unit.

Astrid’s only hope of reinstatement lies with her ex co-worker and almost-lover, Lycan Mason Sanderson. But convincing the OWEA agent to let her assist with the investigation isn’t nearly as difficult as staying alive when the murderer realizes that Astrid may hold the key to unlocking his identity.

Fighting to take down a killer could have deadly consequences for Astrid and Mason, but working together puts their already fragile relationship in jeopardy.

Astrid is in a situation that isn’t a good one. She’s deeply involved in a crime. Not just investigating it, but being investigated as well. Things come to a head when the one person she can turn to is the last one she wants to. A little white lie gets her in, but how is she going to get out again in one piece?

This work is one in a series that is set in a world where the supernatural mix with humanity and, of course, things never quite work out smoothly for anyone. Astrid is the focus of this story along with Mason and how their relationship finally, after so many stories before, comes to a point where things move forward and becomes something more for them both. There’s so much good storytelling, universe building and more, which considering the previous works in the series is no surprise.

There is a succubus who is a minor character in the story, her name is Mary and she is married to a vampire, has been for some time. But things go wrong for her in a lot of ways and how her life tangles and then what happens afterwards isn’t really explained in detail, but the results are and in that what happens is very tragic. She is caught between a rock and a hard place and no matter what she does, things don’t go the best way possible.

There are a few nicely hot scenes in the work, all of which are not over the top erotica or written in a way that makes no sense. As a whole, the story really is well told and I enjoyed it very much, but there is minor problem at least for me. The problem is that there isn’t really a good feeling of closure in this work towards the main storyline. There is for the main characters, there is in a lot of other ways, but in one very important way there isn’t and it left me sighing a bit.

The work is, to be clear, not focused on Succubi, the appearance of one is only fleeting, but Mary’s history would be interesting to explore and explain. Actually the entire universe has a lot of stories that are left untold from each work and that means, I hope, there will be more stories coming and more to learn, succubi and otherwise.

A story well told, a mystery unwrapped, two finding their way in the world with all else that goes on around them. Really a good read and I recommend it as much as the other works in the series by far.

I’m giving this work four out of five pitchforks.

The work is well written, tells a really fascinating story, but really don’t provide a “clean” ending in a similar fashion to the other works in the series. That is a function of the main “bad guy” being untouchable after all, but somehow their having their just desserts would have I think made things a bit more satisfying for me. Hoping to see more in the series sometime soon, there are still many stories untold and there are Succubi there that have their stories to tell still…