Nov 13 2015

A Review of His Toy by Misha Ray

His Toy by Misha Ray

His Toy by Misha Ray

On occasion there are moments when Succubi and Incubi characters lose control of themselves. That isn’t always because of love, or need, or desire. Sometimes it’s simply a matter of being taken to the edge by their nature restrained.

When that happens, it can make for some really good heat, some moments that are wonderfully passionate in a lot of ways. Sometimes that doesn’t quite happen and what is left is just animalistic in nature. It isn’t always the most hot of reads when that happens…

The story tells of:

Linna has finally accepted her Succubus side, which means not only accepting but catering to her unnaturally high libido. After countless invitations she finally agrees to join her best friend at the local paranormal club, The Toy Box. Of course, she’s looking for someone to play with, but had no idea she’d become a toy…a toy to be shared.

Linna is a half-Succubus with a problem. Cora, her best friend, as been pushing her to visit a club for a very long time. Unable to control herself as it is “her time”, Linna goes to the club, gets lost in her needs and finds out that she’ll do anything for the right Incubi… and they’ll do anything for her too.

From the opening of the work, which tells just enough about Linna, her situation, some of her history, it’s clear that Linna is a Succubus, but one that is somewhat more under control than the typical ones it seems. That’s more clearly put into focus when her best friend Cora appears, who is a full Succubus, unlike Linna, who is a half, and is, in short, simply focused on sex to the exclusion to anything else.

This, in time, takes Linna from being an interesting character and pushes her slowly towards giving into her Succubus nature and falling into the clutches of an Incubus. There’s a undercurrent of the beginnings of a D/s relationship in that, brought into sharp focus by Linna being referred to, over and over again, as Toy.

As Linna notes in the work, she should be mad over this and walk away, but from the moment she meets Jude, Linna’s brain simply turns off and all that matters to her is having sex with every Incubus, or other supernatural being in the bar, she can. The Linna at the beginning of the story just does not exist any longer and just is a being made for sex, having sex, and only caring about sex.

Linna is put into several situations, and the heat does build in the work well as that happens. However, the disconnect between who Linna is and what she is at that moment is somewhat jarring and I kept thinking back to how she was in the beginning as she was “taken” in the story. Contrasting that, the Incubi in the work are creatures of sex, dominant, and do not really seem to care very much about Linna herself except for how good the sex is with her. In a way, Cora, as well doesn’t seem to care all that much about Linna when things start to heat up and vanishes for a good part of the work before reappearing as things come to a close.

There is a twist in the work at the end, and I think it works quite well and plays to my own views of Succubi somewhat. Things do come to a rather abrupt halt and I would have liked to see things continue further on, at least showing a bit of what happens afterwards.

The Succubi and Incubi in this work do not have horns or tails, but in one passage it’s noted that Jude has fangs which to my way of thinking means that they are related to vampires in some way in this universe. They aren’t vampires, thankfully, and as such I like the concept to a point. What I don’t care for very much is the total loss of control that is shown. I do understand that part of that is “the moment” that comes for them all regularly and in that they lose control of themselves. but how the D/s relationship is told in this work is a bit too violent and harsh for my own tastes.

The work is written well, and overall is a hot flash with a small amount of story at the beginning to set things up before the erotica takes over. I would have been happier with the work if there had been more story to it, either in the beginning, or at the end. Better still would have been Cora more involved in the story than she was, really mainly acting to draw Linna into the club, setting her up, and then fading into the background, one assumes, to watch the fun and games. Really that’s true of all of the characters in that they are interesting, but before their stories can really be told, the erotica comes in and story gets pushed aside for the heat to play out.

Three out of five pitchforks.

As much as Linna interests me, the work doesn’t tell a lot about her, goes almost immediately into the heat of the moment, and in doing so seems to leave a lot behind. Not quite enough story for my taste and because of that, the heat when it comes really doesn’t as well as it could have.

 

Tera

Nov 13 2015

A Review of Succubus 2.0: And Other Femdom Mind-Control Short Shorts by Declan Heyse

Succubus 2.0: And Other Femdom Mind-Control Short Shorts by Declan Heyse

Succubus 2.0: And Other Femdom Mind-Control Short Shorts by Declan Heyse

A review this time of a collection of short stories that have, in some ways, connections between them and as well at the same time a bit of a disconnect as well. While the subject matter deals with some of my own personal interests, it leaves something to be desired in the reading however.

Not all things called Succubi are, of course, Succubi as we know them… Sometimes they are the things that we have within ourselves that reflect needs, wants and desires… and the price to be paid for them…

The story tells of:

A forgotten marriage. A mind for the taking. A pleasurebot that brings about the fall of civilization. Fifteen short-short tales of femdom mind control and hypnosis.

This work is a collection of very short flashes, some of them being only a few lines in length, occasionally a page, sometimes a bit more than that. The main themes are clearly mind control and femdom themes and as the story goes on there is also a fleeting connection to each of the works.

This connection gives a semblance of a complete story, but at the same time there needs to be more revealed in that story than there is. The work feels like each passage is a summary of a longer work, a teaser if you will, and as such leaves a desire to see that complete story which is hidden among the words here.

Emotionally the work is very well written, offers much to consider and tells of many of the fantasies that are seen in much of the mind control and femdom stories. But again, the work is short, leaving much unsaid and that is somewhat disappointing.

There is but a single reference to Succubi in this work and this story tells of manufactured fantasy and what it did to the world… and what it might still do if the moment came to be. The work, called Succubus 2.0, is intriguing and makes me wonder about what that particular larger story might be. Again, the fleeting glimpse in this work of the larger story mainly teases a summary of what that story could be and leaves the rest to the imagination of the reader.

As a whole, the same can be said for the entire collection. There is just enough story to capture one’s interest, but then nothing more comes from that. In truth the author should consider taking each of these short summaries and transform them into longer, more involved stories.

There’s a lot to like here, and it really all should be told to the fullest…

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

Quite an interesting collection of little vignettes that I thought worked together well as a whole. Not really a work about Succubi per se, but the mind control aspects are quite clear. I would have liked to see the story that comes between the vignettes as I think that would have been an interesting read.

 

Tera

Nov 12 2015

Succubi Image of the Week 408

Quite a unique image of Morrigan Aensland this time for the Succubi of the Week… When I look at this art, I feel like it is sort of something you might find in a book of spells and i think that’s an interesting thought…

Morrigan Aensland by barachan

Morrigan Aensland by barachan

This work is by an artist on Pixiv called Barachan and you can find the original page with this art here.

I think this is one of the most unique images of Morrigan that I have seen. I am not sure whether this is more of an image in a spell book sort of thing or, as I think about this more, possibly some sort of Tarot card image?

The question then becomes…. What does Morrigan represent then?

Setting that question aside, I just really like the style and flair of this art, how vibrant and alive Morrigan is here and how she looks. She’s a bit Manga in form I suppose, but I think that adds a lot of depth to this art.

There’s a kind of wildness here, perhaps a bit of uncontrolled passion or power that, in a lot of ways, seems to capture much of Morrigan herself…

Quite the powerful image and one that I do like simply for how unique it is..

 

Tera

Nov 11 2015

They are Remembered by TeraS

Candle of Remembrance It is my personal tradition that on this day, at this time, I pen something in remembrance.

The words themselves cannot, truly, express what has been lost, been sacrificed. We cannot, really do so. But we can give thanks and remember.

 

 

They are Remembered
By TeraS

They stand in the moment
Their thoughts their own
They recall lives
Their memories clear

The days past
They remember
The lives lost
They recall

A moment of laughter
They smile
A moment of tears
They shed

Sharing a drink
They once tasted
Sharing fears
They come again

Seeing the battle
They cry out
Seeing them fall
They look away

Celebrating the end
They cheer
Celebrating the loss
They reminisce

Time passes on
They live on
Time wears on
They push on

Forgotten heroes
They do not
Forgotten sacrifice
They cannot

Remembering their faces
They can like yesterday
Remembering their voices
They hear like they are there

Remember for a moment
They salute
Remember them
They do

Nov 11 2015

Heart By TeraS

Today is my heart’s birthday. While I know he wishes no fuss or bother, there will be a little so today for him from myself and my Eternal… and, here, a birthday poem too…

Heart
By TeraS

There is one heart
That gave light
Who showed

Visit at the fence
To share time
Going beyond
Accepting

Stories shared
Trust given knowing
Laughter some
Tears others

Recipe for life
Ingredients for giving
Baked in warmth
Always shared

Two families
Blessed by Goddess
To know love
For always

A wish today
Card written
Flowers sent
Bringing prayers

Just the usual
No fuss made
Only to give
A smile

From Dear One
To her Heart
Wishing a blessed
Happy Birthday

 

Happy birthday my heart always…

 

Your Dear One

Nov 10 2015

Goodbye Britty… We love you…

I’m not going to be telling a story today. Not going to be reviewing something. Last night… We said goodbye to our dog Britty. As I am writing this, it is almost an hour since we left the emergency room. I am looking at her hair on my clothes, her collar on my desk and I am crying. I can see her blanket, here beside me, and it just gets harder by the moment. I want to hear the clicking of her paws on the floor, I want to see her tail wagging. I want to hear her yipping and watch her run around the yard…

And I can’t.

I want to scream in frustration for this. I want to. Goddess… I so want to. All I have right now are the tears. I know there wasn’t a choice. I know that this was “for the best” and… I just keep crying.

We stood outside, in front of our house, and just held each other and cried. Goddess we cried. It’s hard on me, but Goddess it’s so much harder on Keith.

All we have, for now, is her collar and I have been rubbing it between my fingers over and over again. She will be home, we saw to that. She’ll be with Rudy, she’ll be in our family room where she can see her chair, watch us, and know that she’s home.

She’s home.

Goddess please, look after her.

Sunlight streams through window pane
unto a spot on the floor….
then I remember,
it’s where you used to lie,
but now you are no more.

Our feet walk down a hall of carpet,
and muted echoes sound….
then I remember,
It’s where your paws would joyously abound.

A voice is heard along the road,
and up beyond the hill,
then I remember it can’t be yours….
your golden voice is still.

But I’ll take that vacant spot of floor
and empty muted hall
and lay them with the absent voice
and unused dish along the wall

I’ll wrap these treasured memorials in a blanket of my love
and keep them for my best friend until we meet above.

 

Tera

Nov 09 2015

Snoops Part Two by TeraS

A long time ago on the Tale, I started writing a story called Snoops. I think of it as, in a way, sort of a succubi spy story; you can find Part One here. I finally figured out where I wanted to go next, and so … let’s see where this takes me …

 

Snoops
Part Two
By TeraS

 

Two months after Tera had met with Deirdre and Nadia, plans were afoot and the two succubi were deeply involved in them. They had found, to their surprise, that, while Tera had given her tacit approval to their plans, they really weren’t all that sure what to do next.

Setting aside the rest of their problems, their first item of business was where they were going to set up shop. Even this question was something that they had been arguing over for some time. Deirdre wanted a place out in the middle of nowhere in the Realm, far away from prying eyes. Nadia pointed out they could really put themselves anywhere in the Realm and just bampf there.

They were walking down the main boulevard in one of the Realm’s more popular fashion districts when Deirdre came to a stop and Nadia, in the midst of texting a message to the bean counters to leave her alone, walked straight into her.

Rubbing her purple tail, Deirdre turned: “That’s the place. It’s perfect.”

Nadia was speechless when she saw it. Tera had told them, clearly, to find a nice quiet place in the Realm and Deirdre was almost mesmerized by a rickety building that looked like it hadn’t been used in years. She sighed and put her phone away: “Out of the way. Quiet. Not sticking out. What part of this don’t you get?”

Deirdre pulled her along towards the building and explained: “This place was once—oh gosh, a long time ago—one of the biggest. Everyone came here; it was just amazing what you could find.”

Looking up, Nadia saw an old three story building, paper over the windows, and a sign on it that directed interested succubi and incubi to call the Palace if they wanted to use it for whatever reason they might have. But it seemed like no one had a use for it, hadn’t for some time. “Why are you so thrilled?”

Deirdre was trying to peek between two sheets of paper over one of the windows: “I used to work here, right after I got my tail. It was the most fun I ever had … well, except for spending the night with a certain green-tail who can give an amazing tail massage.”

Nadia blushed, a little: “You’re just lucky that I get bored easily.”

Deirdre turned and kissed her on the lips before holding her close: “Well, the whole idea is to see to that you don’t get bored again, y’know.”

Nadia sighed and then walked past Deirdre, towards the main doors: “Flatterer.” Her tail swished in that certain way that told the purple-tail she was feeling frisky. “Come on, let’s have a look at this place.”

The door was open, as was the way of the Realm, and the two peered inside, curiously. The lights weren’t on, but it was clear, mostly, they were looking at a large, open space, a flight of stairs at the back leading upwards and another downwards into an inky darkness.

Pulling a small penlight out of her purse, Deirdre led the way, Nadia closing the door behind them: “Who owned the store?”

Deirdre was poking about here and there with her light: “Farah. No, not that one—I know you are going to ask.”

The green-tail stayed close, but looked at the ceiling in some frustration: “You aren’t Tera, and you can’t read my mind.”

“No, but I know how you think, and you were thinking it. Anyway, Farah was really into swing, she loved the fashions and she had a really interesting way of promoting the shop.”

“Nude dancers?”

Deirdre giggled: “No. That would be that place two streets over. You know the one; they have their salespeople doing striptease while you shop.” She waved the flashlight off in one direction: “When we were working, we wore her fashions, obviously, but we also had to talk the talk and walk the walk. It was like you were walking back in time when you came in the store. But what set things apart was that the second floor was a nightclub and, when you came in, if you weren’t all dolled up, you had to go and buy her stuff. Considering how popular the club was, it was a no-brainer.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“It had its moments. But, eventually, the fashions changed and Farah retired, closing the shop and then going off somewhere. I haven’t heard from her in a long time.” Approaching the stairs, Deirdre pointed the light upwards: “The upper floors are like this, Farah cleared everything out. So we can turn all of this into whatever we want. It’s the basement that I’m interested in.” She tried a light switch beside the stairs and found the light had burned out. Turning her light downwards, it was clear there were a couple of steps that looked like they were ready to fall apart. At least, that’s what it looked like.

Nadia, the wiser, if not older of the two, was looking into the darkness, her green tail moving slowly behind her: “Are you really sure about this?”

Deidre, being a purple-tail and therefore loving mystery, shrugged and then made her way down the stairs: “No, not really. But we need to get a look at things. Tera isn’t going to be a lot of help, so we need to figure things out on our own.”

“Including falling down a flight of stairs?”

The chocolate-skinned purple-tail started down them: “Yup, if we need to.”

It turned out that the stairs were stronger than they appeared, and, after two flights, they found themselves in the basement. As Deirdre moved the flashlight around, it became clear that the basement wasn’t exactly empty. Where she had expected another empty space, where she was planning on starting out their enterprise, they found stack after stack of boxes, piled to the ceiling in places. There was just enough room for the two of them to squeeze by, though at least once they bumped a stack of boxes and it swayed menacingly before settling down again.

“I thought you said this place was empty?”

“Well, it’s supposed to be. Farah wasn’t the sort to leave a mess behind. This isn’t like her at all.”

Turning around a corner of crates, Deirdre noticed a single sheet of paper laying on top of them. Shining her flashlight on it, she shook her head … and once again the blonde Asian walked straight into her, brushing her tail in the process …

“Ow! Darn it …”

… and dropping her flashlight, which then rolled off along the floor before it went out.

In the pitch black, Deirdre called out: “Don’t move. There’s another light switch against the far wall. I’ll find it.”

Nadia was brushing her hands against a wall of boxes: “Why don’t we just make some light with magic instead of messing around?”

“No! Wait!”

The green-tail tossed her right hand to the side, creating a ball of light which blinded the pair of them.

“Hey! What the … ? Gosh damn it!”

Blinking, Nadia mumbled: “Some snoops we are. Can’t even make our way through a basement without making a mess of things.”

Her dark partner came back and reached for the sheet of paper, reading it and then shaking her head: “Yeah. I think we got led into this one.”

The note read:

To the Snoops: It’s about time you got here. You need a cover story, so this is it. Deirdre, you worked with Farah a long time ago. You know what to do. Nadia, I think you’ll find the basement has some interesting features that will be helpful. Move your tails now, you’ve been messing around for long enough, and watching the two of you going in circles is making me dizzy.

The letter was signed with a very familiar “T.”

Deirdre looked at the ceiling: “I should have known. Tera’s always got something cooking.” She heard some rustling from off in the distance and followed it to find Nadia looking through one of the boxes. She was waist deep in the box, her tail moving about happily, in that way that Deirdre recognized as her friend finding something she really liked.

“So, what are we going to be selling? Shoes? Jewelry? Cans of Redi-Whip and coconut oil?”

Nadia poked her head out of the box: “Better. Never let anyone tell you that Tera doesn’t keep her tail out of things … or that she doesn’t have a sense of humour.”

The following month a new shop opened, the buzz surrounding it bringing citizens from far and wide to attend the opening day. The building had changed dramatically from what it had been a short time before. Now a sleek and modern, well-lit, and, all things considered, quite loud fashion store was in full swing, the place packed with shoppers looking at the items on display.

Nadia was in the midst of talking to a visitor to the Realm and explaining how one of the items they were looking at did, in fact, have that hole in the right place for any of the succubi or incubi when she heard a voice behind her.

“Nice to see what you’ve done to the place. I always hoped someone would take up where I left off.”

Turning away from her customer with an apology, Nadia found herself looking at a smiling platinum blond with red horns: “Um. Thank you. I’m sorry, but I don’t know you.”

The blond, her hair in a bun, a smokey almond sheen to her skin, was wearing a vinyl corset and skirt in black that told Nadia one important thing: this succubi was used to getting her way and wasn’t afraid to make sure that it happened the way she wanted.

Her partner’s voice came from behind before she could ask another question: “I do.” Deirdre walked around Nadia and then embraced the new arrival. Before the green-tail could speak, the two of them were twining tails and kissing each other deeply.

Nadia felt a flush of … disappointment as she watched. The kiss wasn’t a kiss of hello. It was clear that whoever this was, Deirdre knew her intimately. Nibbling her lip, she asked: “Who are you?”

The two finished their kiss and then the Asian green-tail found herself smothered in a kiss that was every bit as hot as the one her partner had gotten moments before. When it ended, she barely managed to whisper: “Wow.”

For that, she got a squeeze of her tail before the platinum blonde pulled hers away: “It’s nice to know that I haven’t lost my touch.”

Deirdre then offered: “Nadia, this is Farah. We … a long time ago … I mean …”

Farah looked sideways at the purple-tail: “No need to be bashful. I was Deirdre’s mentor when she became one of the succubi. I know her intimately.”

Nadia answered, with a little hesitation: “I’m …” She looked at her companion, then continued: “… Deirdre’s lover and partner.”

Deirdre’s purple tail shot straight up into the air for an instant in a way that was unmistakable before she quickly recovered herself asked: “What are you doing here? I haven’t heard from you in ages! What brought you here?”

“Oh … Tera called me. Said that you and your partner … “in crime” I think is how she put it … needed someone to help you both out. I’ve been out of touch for a while, but fashion is fashion, and I know that much.” She looked around the store: “So, tell me: which one of you has the secret agent fetish? Who’s idea was to call this place ‘Snoops’?”

Deirdre and Nadia looked at each other, then answered in unison: “It’s all Tera’s fault.”

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