Aug 25 2015

A Review of Redneck Succubus: Queen of the Trailer Park by Beatrice Evenmorne

Redneck Succubus: Queen of the Trailer Park by Beatrice Evenmorne

Redneck Succubus: Queen of the Trailer Park by Beatrice Evenmorne

A short time ago I reviewed the first work in a series called Redneck Succubus here on the Tale. You can find that review here if you’d like to see what I thought about it and what I hoped the next work might be.

I will admit that I went into this, the second work in the series, not expecting too much considering how the first work ended, how the main character’s personality changed, and what she did over the course of the story.

Still, there is more of Krissy’s story to tell, good or bad, and perhaps there might be something within the story that makes it better as a whole.

  • Title: Redneck Succubus: Queen of the Trailer Park
  • Author: Beatrice Evenmorne
  • Length: 23 Pages
  • ASIN: B013O7UYS8
  • Publishing Date: August 9, 2015
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells the story of:

After being transformed into an impossibly sexy, and deadly, succubus, Krissy has taken the first step toward her revenge by killing her sexual rival, Jo Anne, but not without having some steamy fun with her first. Killing her is not enough, however, she wants to destroy Jo Anne’s good girl reputation. So she decides she’s going to have a lot more sexy, wild fun with the town drunk right on his porch, all while disguised as Jo Anne.

After that, it’s time to lure in her primary target: Larry, her cheating, good-for-nothing boyfriend. How will she do that? By seducing his mom, of course.

Krissy is seeking revenge, and in order to do so she’s killed one person and now she’s going to have her way with one and change another. Revenge is a complicated thing when you are a succubus you know.

Overall, there’s a slight change in this work and that comes from Krissy realizing that her personality is changing, turning towards all sort of evil thoughts. She is aware of this, makes reference to it, but doesn’t do anything about it. She’s more interested in continuing her revenge in any means she can and, as such, that carries this work along.

While it wasn’t clear in the first work, she has killed one person, that being shown not just by the summary, but a scene in the work that leaves no question to what she’s done. There’s not much reaction to that from Krissy, and it seems like she cares less and less as things proceed onwards. Save for one moment when a character tells her a secret and Krissy changes her mind about continuing to kill others, at least for a moment. This leads to the transformation of another character which I felt worked well in comparison with Krissy’s actions in the first work.

This decision leads to a well told transformation, a piece of erotica that was not quite a hot flash, but slightly better than the erotica in the first work was. Along with that scene comes a slight change in Krissy, if for no other reason than she realizes there are other ways to have revenge on another.  Because of this, there’s a little bit of character growth in her, but by the end, when she works her revenge on her ex-boyfriend, a lot of that vanishes again.

Taking this as Krissy being influenced by the demon, or succubus, that she has within her, that makes some sense and works for the most part. The work is a lot more focused than the preceding work was, allowing Krissy’s thoughts to turn more towards what’s happening to her and how to deal with that. It opens an interesting plot, as to who’s life is it now, and where things go from here.

The work ends on a minor cliffhanger, but mainly sets up Krissy’s continued trail through the trailer park. Getting to that point takes a sidetrack, an encounter and a brushoff. But there is the beginnings of a story around the revenge in itself that should, I think, make things better going forwards. Or at least I hope it does.

Two out of five pitchforks.

There seems to be another work in the series to come, based on the ending. As things became slightly better and more interesting in this work, I hope the next will continue that going forwards. Perhaps Krissy will discover that having isn’t everything. You still might lose it all.

 

Tera

Aug 24 2015

Shoreline by TeraS

A gift, a hope, a bit of dream for the one that is my Song…

 

Shoreline
By TeraS

 

For the one called Love and she knows that to be always…

There is a place called the In-Between, a realm that lies between that which we know to be the real and what we wish it might be. It is a kind of shoreline, a place where the foam of the surf churns and splashes, making little bubbles of shared reality that some who dream can slip into.

The journey into one bubble begins with a simple red ribbon … or perhaps not such a simple one at that. This ribbon is a particular shade of red … a reflection of the red of a particular sinuous tail, a particular pair of small horns, a certain sort of lipstick that adorns a particular gentle smile. This ribbon is wrapped around a tall mirror set in a gilded frame, but it does not reflect the one that looks quizzically into it. There are shimmers of green in the mirror, like those of a pair of so-green eyes that hold love and affection always, waiting patiently.

She stands there, wondering about the mirror, about the ribbon. Her long blonde ponytail lies upon her bare skin, tickling, as if to divert her attention from the mirror and the ribbon, but, in spite of this, she steps a little closer, to see better. She nibbles her lovely, pink-shaded lips, thinking about the ribbon, how it tells of the one she calls “Goddess:” of her devotion, love, and need, simmering within her in the moments between being with her.

She is called “Love.” Not the love that many know, that some can say they have an idea of. She is the Love of the Goddess. The thought makes her tremble slightly, a shiver passing through her as goosebumps begin to dance over her skin.

Love traces her fingertips over her skin, dipping a fingertip around her navel, before caressing herself lightly, straying, building her heat and desire to be with her Goddess from the simmering that is with her always. Closing her sparkling blue eyes, she imagines being with her Goddess, enraptured by her, spooned against her in devotion. She nibbles her lip, stifling a little moan, noticing a certain heat passing through her core. She imagines being held, knowing the everlasting affection that Goddess has for her, wishing that, for a moment more, she could be held in the arms that desire while Goddess is unconditionally, completely caring only about Love.

A thought comes to her, a naughty little smile causing her lips to tremble a little. Hesitantly, she reaches out a hand to the ribbon and tugs at the end, unravelling it, separating the ribbon from the mirror. She opens her eyes, expecting that Goddess would be standing there, the ribbon pulled, the gift unwrapped.

But no. The mirror has changed, now reflecting her within it. She sees herself now, sees herself as Goddess sees her: fetching, lightly;bronzed skin, still warm from where the sun had kissed upon her, while she had been serving Goddess. The ribbon is held in her right hand as she rubs it, the feeling of silk against her skin. She sighs as the ends tickle over her curves, drape against her areolae, now becoming little hardened points that press into slim, silken fabric. One end encircles her, winding around her leg, caressing her inner thigh, a little shiver of pleasure and surprise as the edge comes close, but does not touch, her clit. A gasp as the other end of the ribbon comes over shapely rear, rubbing against her skin, almost like the light touch of a hand.

A shiver makes her blonde ponytail sway behind her; a smile comes as she remembers that Goddess mused that it was an echo of herself, she knowing exactly what her Goddess meant by those words. She takes in her entire form, dedicated to her Goddess, and smiles once more.

She takes the ribbon and gathers it up before taking it over to her bed and laying it there. The ribbon now drapes over the bed, a splash of red against the golden sheets that shimmer slightly paler in comparison the red of her Goddess.

Love closes her eyes once more and, as she is allowed, makes a silent appeal for this moment, in this place at this time. A wish for a moment, a touch, the expression of her Goddess’ will. She focuses all of herself upon that desire and need, asking for a boon to be given for this moment. She opens her eyes, unsure if her wish will be given. Her eyes open wider, a gasp escapes her, a joyful smile dances over her lips.

Goddess is there, reclining upon the bed, her raven hair wild and tempting, her so-green eyes sparkling joyfully in seeing her Love there with her, her tender red lips in a gentle smile. Goddess beckons to Love, tilting her head to the right slightly, revealing that she wears that red ribbon around her shapely throat, as if she were a gift to be unwrapped.

Love pauses, for a moment, unsure. She serves Goddess—that is what she needs, desires, lives for in all things—not the other way ‘round. The moment is broken as Goddess opens her arms and gestures with her fingertips for Love to come to her Goddess. She slips into the bed, over the sheets and kneels there, just in front of Goddess, lacing her fingers together, her head bowed down slightly. She shivers, holding back a whimper of need, to touch, to submit, to give of herself.

Goddess touches Love’s cheek, the bed moving slightly as she moves to do so. The touch becomes a caress, then a cupping of that cheek. There is the scent of cherries now, her heat becoming damp. She parts her lips, to wet them with her tongue, but instead feels the touch of soft luscious lips against her own. A light nibble, a touch of their tongues together, the pressing now wet and slippery, soft moans of delight escaping her. The kiss is forever, and, at the same time, it is but a few precious moments. Not a word is spoken; there is no need for them. Her eyes flutter as Goddess hesitantly moves away, their lips moving apart, a last touch of their tongues before the kiss is paused.

Love wants to press against Goddess, to be wrapped in her arms, to be held, cuddled, desired, and more. She gazes in want and need, her eyes telling of the yearning of her soul in this. Her soul is bared, needfully, gratefully, completely sure in knowing that Goddess desires her, cares for her, and holds her dearly within.

Goddess shakes her head, then glances towards the sheets meaningfully.

Love understands, again, without a word being said. She gracefully—for she belongs to the Goddess and obeys in all things—lays herself upon the sheets, her head turned to the side. For a moment she wonders what Goddess has planned. The thought is paused by the feeling of warm oil being poured upon her skin. It pools there, where her waist narrows. Then there is the lightest of touches, and she nibbles her lips once more, knowing that Goddess’ hands are caressing her there. She feels the warmth of the oil coating her skin, making it more sensitive. The tension that she didn’t realize was within her being slowly drawn from her. She relaxes into the sheets, her legs parting slightly.

Goddess moves closer, blowing lightly from her lips, the oil picking up that cooling, then being rubbed upon once more. Love lets out a little gasp of surprise as Goddess moves up her back, over her shoulders and then along her arms, coating them all in the oil. The gasp comes back as Goddess then kneads her rear, giving a light squeeze before continuing lower, over her thighs, calves and to the tips of her toes.

Love whimpers, knowing that Goddess had not touched her core, her heat. She wants to ask a question, to know why not. But she does not move—she cannot—for Goddess commanded she remain as she is, and so she will.

Goddess straddles over her Love, who feels the bed shift again. She imagines in her mind the image of her legs being trapped beneath Goddess, being looked upon. She feels the touch again on her legs, her shapely bottom. But then, Goddess drapes herself over her Love. There is the touch of two hot points into her back, and she knows that Goddess is enveloping her. She wiggles, knowing that Goddess is there, skin to skin. She feels the raven hair like a feather over her skin as Goddess lifts Love’s ponytail to the side, laying it there carefully. Then, Goddess kisses the nape of her neck, along her shoulders, then down her spine. Each little touch is a pressing of lips, a light sucking, occasionally a little nibble of teeth, all reminding Love that her Goddess desires her, needs her.

Love wants to turn over, to wrap her arms around Goddess, to draw her close, to be pressed against her, heat to heat, lips to lips, curves to curves. She needs, so dearly and utterly, to return the love she feels.

Goddess lowers herself close to Love’s ear, her breath warm there. A little lick of her tongue against Love’s earlobe makes her giggle. Goddess then moves to the side, her hand touching Love’s waist, guiding her to turn over.

Love does so, of course. She needs to look upon her Goddess, so that the love and devotion she feels is expressed in her eyes. The moment she is lying comfortably once more, she Goddess reaches to the side, picking up the oil and pouring it upon Love’s navel. She looks upon Goddess, seeing her tanned skin shining with the oil, reflections from the room dancing upon her. Their eyes meet, Goddess giving a little wink and then putting a finger to her own lips, commanding Love to be silent, even though she knows that Love wishes to cry out in bliss. She watches, for she must, Goddess lovingly spreading the oil over Love’s skin. Goddess makes sure not to miss an inch of skin, to be sure that the oil is spread to cover, to warm, to draw Love further into her own heat.

Goddess smiles, then licks her lips before her soft, warm hands cup Love’s bosom lightly. She moves closer, her lips brought to just about Love’s nipples where she then coats them in the oil before blowing over them.
Love, aroused before, now feels the ache, the delicious ache that moves from her needful core throughout her body. She whimpers, feeling Goddess draping her hair over Love’s skin, her lips now gently sucking first one nipple, then moving to the other, her fingers pinching, then rubbing and soothing, before she moves back again. Love shivers and gasps, her legs parting slightly.

Goddess removes one hand, trailing down Love’s flank, over her waist, and then tickling her inner thigh. Love’s eyes open wide as Goddess teases a fingertip against Love’s folds. She is so wet there now, not just from the oil, and she raises herself, legs a little wider, her folds opening, her clit throbbing in need, want and desire.

Love wants to ask, to beg, to wish and more. She closes her eyes, her thoughts crying out to Goddess, begging for her, pleading for her. Her prayers are answered when she feels Goddess move, then there is the touch of a slick, wet tongue. Love’s folds quiver in pleasure, her clit thrumming now. The touch of Goddess’ tongue there, her fingertips dipping, parting Love’s folds, makes Love cry out wordlessly.

Goddess lightly, lovingly, pushes Love further—the need to orgasm, to cry out in her submission, to give all of herself to Goddess’ touch are all pushing at her mind, body, and soul.

Love’s hips buck, trying to increase the friction, to push herself over the edge, but Goddess pauses, her fingertip tapping against Love’s inner thigh. Even this, a reminder that Love belongs to Goddess, only serves to build Love’s passion for her Goddess. Love’s eyes are watering, the emotions of being enjoyed so completely, totally, utterly by Goddess taking her breath away. The moment passes, Goddess returning to Love’s pleasure, stroking her, kissing, licking, breathing hotly upon her sex so wonderful and so desired.

Goddess takes Love to the edge, holding her there, on the edge, but not quite allowing her over. Love is a hot, wet, mess of slick desire now, her thoughts of touching Goddess, of worshiping her, of pleasing Goddess being the last straw that breaks with Love screaming out in passion, devotion, and ecstasy.

Love comes down from the pleasure after an unknown time—it might have been minutes, hours, or centuries. Her eyes flutter open to see that she is held in the arms of Goddess, spooned against her. She feels the ribbon that Goddess wears against her own skin, and notices a smile playing upon Goddess’ lips.

Goddess also has her eyes closed, and Love sighs a bit, wanting to behold the so-green eyes that she loved and lost herself in. The smile is a little bit larger as she gently pulls at the ribbon, slipping it away from Goddess and gathering it into her hands.

Love regards the ribbon, then carefully ties it around her own shapely neck, the bow on her right side, the mirror of Goddess, who had the bow upon her left. Love moves back against her Goddess, cheek to cheek, curves against curves.

Goddess opens her eyes and sees that Love is wearing the ribbon. Before Goddess can do a thing, Love puts a fingertip over Goddess’ lips and then touches her own before sharing a kiss once more. She places all of her love, submission, and desires in the moment. She has no fear of this, the trust they share making it as it should be. She traces her way along Goddess’ lovely, perfect neck, downwards towards her collarbone, kissing along, shivering at the sigh Goddess gives in the pleasure given.

Love smiles as she sees the goosebumps flashing over the lovely tanned skin that she adores, her sex becoming slick once more. Kissing along Goddess’ breasts, she gently sucks upon her loved one’s nipples, her tongue swirling. She moans as she pulls away, then gives the same attention once more.

Goddess traces a hand between her Love’s thighs causing her to arc her back. Love then rests lightly against her Goddess, licking, moaning, gazing upwards.

Love looks into the eyes of Goddess, the green sparkling, the love held in those eyes complete, perfect, and total. Love’s eyes flutter in the moment, the joy as she suckles, her own need and fantasy being fulfilled by this moment, this need that she feels.

Goddess wraps her arms around Love, holding her, rocking her gently, lovingly. Love does not know when she slips into dreams, being held in Goddess’ arms, warm, loved, and knowing that all that Goddess holds for her, in all things, is for always and ever more.

Love awakens the next morning and looks about her. The mirror stands there, the ribbon once more wrapped around it. She sighs, brushing a tear from her eye. The moment is past. Goddess is away once more. Love moves to sit on the edge of the bed, drawing in the scent of cherries that still lingers about her. She smiles and remembers what Goddess has given her in all things, and is whole in that knowledge.

A touch of a hand against her back startles her, and she turns to see Goddess resting there beside her. She squeals in joy, in seeing Goddess and presses against her. Their fingers entwine, their lips touch, and a smile is shared.

The sharing of a dream, of a love, is a blessing between two souls. The giving of oneself to another is a gift shared. To return the gift, to give of yourself to them, and their dreams, loves and more, is where anything can be.

Sometimes, in the In-Between, the foam is fleeting and ephemeral. But, sometimes … sometimes where the love, the passion, the desire are strongest ….sometimes the bubble never has to break …

Aug 23 2015

A Review of Sandwiched by Succubi by M.E. Hydra

Sandwiched by Succubi by M.E. Hydra

Sandwiched by Succubi by M.E. Hydra

It has been some time since I have reviewed a work by one of my favourite authors, M.E. Hydra. Normally I have been reviewing collections of his works, but this time I have part of a series called Sandwiched by for review, and, of course, in this, the third work of the series, there are Succubi.

There are those who think they know everything, or have everything, or, many times, seek to have it all. The thing is that the universe has a way to see to it that not everything works out as you might have expected.

Especially when it comes to Succubi…

The work tells the story of:

Julian Cress-Vejce is a man used to getting what he wants. What he wants is a pair of succubi for a night of hot sex. At an exclusive brothel specialising in otherworldly beauties the madam cautions against this. Sex with a succubus is an intense experience and one is more than enough for most men. But Julian Cress-Vejce isn’t most men, and what he wants he gets…

Sandwiched by. One dude, two sexy babes. A perfect fantasy… or maybe not…

Julian has want of nothing in his life. As such he is arrogant, self-centred, and the sort of person that expects to always get his way. Ignoring good advice, he finds himself in the arms of two seductive succubi named Honey and Cream. They promise he will have an experience unlike any other.

I’ve always believed that M.E.’s strength is in writing longer, more involved stories which have the most interesting characters appearing in them. The succubus Nicole, for example, ever so much so. There’s just something about how much personality is created, how much story is within them, that I just find to be amazing. In this work that is very clear in many ways.

The succubi, Honey and Cream, are wonderfully seductive, having a lovely undercurrent of controlling the entire encounter even as Julian assumes that all is in his control. There’s a neat little touch of subtle mind control, some misdirection, even a bit of sheer sexual power that the pair of succubi use that I just adored.

The work tends to be a little more “adult” in nature compared with the author’s other works, but that doesn’t overcome the story, the characters or anything else. The heat simmers throughout the story, telling how succubi in this universe are “Mistresses of Sex” and I really think that came out well.

The main character, Julian, is someone that you really cannot like much from the beginning, being a bit of an ass from the beginning to the end of the story. As such, knowing the author’s tendencies in writing, I was wondering how that was going to play out as the story went on. There’s a certain satisfaction in seeing Julian fall under the control of the succubi, how they both play with him, and with each other, and while I expected the ending, how that came about, and the reason for it, was quite a surprise and I liked that a lot.

Getting back to the story itself, there is a lot of work building, some of which is seen from Julian’s perspective, but also there are hints about where the succubi, and other beings in this universe, came from. I found that Julian’s memories were a bit bland at times, almost as if the events were nothing special, but I did like how the succubi made their tale very seductive in how it was told.

The erotica has a good bit of mind control, some lovely seduction, the heat in telling of the succubi having their fun with Julian comes out quite well and as this takes quite a long time to develop fully, I was enchanted by how the author managed to keep the heat in play throughout.

Well written as always, amazing succubi, and a setting that I found just fit perfectly for the characters involved. I don’t feel that one must read all of the other works in the series in order to get full enjoyment of this work and that is a plus as well.

My one nitpick, and it is a minor one, is that I would have liked to have a slightly longer ending, focusing more on Honey and Cream than what was developed. I feel like I wanted to know a few more secrets about them that weren’t really touched on and the Madam of the house I think, while telling some, could have revealed a little more.

As always, a wonderful hot read about the succubi and, as always, enjoyed from beginning to end.

Four and a half out of five pitchforks.

A delicious story of succubi seduction and what happens to someone that does not heed when they are warned of the dangers they are.

I skipped over one collection of M.E.’s works called A Succubus for Saint Patrick’s Day and Other Tales of Sinister Sirens, in order to review this, his latest work, but not for long I promise…

 

Tera

Aug 23 2015

A Review of Caught in the Temple of Forbidden Lust by Haleigh Cookson Clark

Caught in the Temple of Forbidden Lust by Haleigh Cookson Clark

Caught in the Temple of Forbidden Lust by Haleigh Cookson Clark

The second review today of a pair of works by the same author on the Tale. I reviewed the other work Never Summon a Succubus here on the Tale last Friday. I am reviewing them in reverse order of publication as the last work released is billed as the prequel to the first one. Both have some rather interesting characters and events in them and I do think the author tells quite the story. Today’s review is of the first work in the series that was released called Caught in the Temple of Forbidden Lust.

When you make a deal one does need to make sure that all of the I’s are dotted and the T’s are crossed otherwise you might find yourself in a situation you might not have expected. This is true for sorceresses as it is for Incubi as well…

  • Title: Caught in the Temple of Forbidden Lust
  • Author: Haleigh Cookson Clark
  • Length: 20 Pages
  • ASIN: B00KAE19HO
  • Publishing Date: May 11, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work is described as:

Braena Wyvernwood, skilled sorceress and treasure-hunter extraordinaire is as cocky as she is beautiful. One evening while attempting to “liberate” the wealth of a temple dedicated to a dark cult of deviant pleasures, the arrogant girl stumbles upon something she hadn’t counted on – the agonizingly beautiful demon guarding the temple! The excited adventuress attempts to magically compel the demon into leading her to the cult’s treasure trove, but she soon finds out that the demon is only too happy to teach her a lesson in humility she’ll never forget.

Braena is in search of a treasure and in doing so finds an Incubus. She binds him to her, but she forgets something important in the binding which finds Braena in a position where the Incubus takes every advantage of her. Braena has him exactly where she wants him now… or is it that the Incubus has her where he wants Braena to be?

Braena isn’t quite the innocent she was in the other work in this series in that she’s more focused, older, and as a whole, a lot more experienced in the ways of the world. With that comes a certain attitude that felt slightly wrong at the beginning of the story. However, when she encounters the Incubus, then her real personality comes out and much of what I liked about her in the other work came back again. It’s that cute, slightly submissive attitude in the midst of having her sexual desires met that I find wonderful and as that happens, the reason why I liked Braena came back to me. She’s quite happy to give into her sexuality, but for the right person in the right way.

Kas, the incubus of the work, begins out to be somewhat stereotypical in nature, leaning towards a lot of threats and bluster, but when Braena gains the upper hand, he has to change his approach and it is when he turns towards seducing, with a bit of mind control. Braena, that the story becomes very hot and I liked Kas much more. He is a bit devious in his actions and desires, but as the story unfolds he gets caught up in Braena’s own desires and things are very hot and deliciously so.

There is a really neat twist in the tail of this story, which I shan’t reveal, but really it made me smile and did speak to Braena’s own sense of what is important to her. If this was actually the second work written I can see how her encounter with a particular Succubus might be the beginning of this. It’s an interesting thought.

The thing is that Braena herself in this work is quite a bit different from what she is in the other story. It isn’t so much what she does with Kas or even the path that take her to him. It’s more of a question of her going from wanting to be submissive in the other work to becoming more dominant in this one. It isn’t explained what happened between the two stories to make this change in her and it’s a question that bothered me throughout this work.

When the story turns towards erotica, it is every bit as hot as the other work in a lot of ways, though I have to admit that Kas is a bit more forceful and dominant over Braena. That does work and it sets up something later in the story that I couldn’t help but laugh over when it happened.

A neatly told adventure story with a well told hot flash that brings things together really well. The personalities of Braena and Kas come out well in the story and both of them I really like a lot. The story ends on an interesting note and I think there really should be another work in the series that ties things together in a way that makes everything fit together.

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

I think that Braena isn’t quite the same character she was in the other work in this series and that bothered me a bit. The erotica is very hot, the writing is excellent, and considering that this work was written before the other is does well reflect on this author’s writing and what came next. But reading the works in the order it is suggested tends to make the latter work better than this one did for me at least.

I would like to see a third work in the series with Kas, Misstiand’ara and Braena together… I think that would be something quite hot and heated for the three of them by far…

 

Tera

Aug 22 2015

Morrigan Speedpainting Cuteness on YouTube

It’s nice to find art of Morrigan Aensland that is cute, and I found a YouTube of an artist creating such art that I wanted to share today on the Tale…

 

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MiSjfDq_gpc

Finally ,here is a screenshot of the finished art in case the video should vanish as happens from time to time…

Morrigan Speed Painting by LawyDraws

Morrigan Speed Painting by LawyDraws

 

I just adore this art of Morrigan because it shows her cuteness. There’s a certain pose and look she has that just really works well here and it is something that really isn’t seen enough of in art of her. The artist brought out her eyes and that little smile just makes the entire piece exactly right. The added touch of her hair flowing around her frames Morrigan’s body really well and makes this one of my favourite pieces of Morrigan art by far…

 

Tera

Aug 21 2015

A Review of Possessed by a Demon: Book 1: Awakening by Kat Firestone

Possessed by a Demon: Book 1: Awakening by Kat Firestone

Possessed by a Demon: Book 1: Awakening by Kat Firestone

A review of a recently began series in which an Incubus appears to make a college students life more interesting than she expected it would be. There is that moment for some where they turn from what they appeared to be and become who they actually are. The question that comes along with that decision is whether they understand who they are, or if they only think they are.

There are some stories which have a theme of possession in them that never quite manage to get to the actual story. They tend to hover around the erotica, try to tease the story out of some passion. But there is story in the characters themselves if one only listens to them. No matter how we might not want to know…

  • Title: Possessed by a Demon: Book 1: Awakening
  • Author: Kat Firestone
  • Length: 16 Pages
  • ASIN: B013GYJGLU
  • Publishing Date: August 4, 2015
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells the story of:

Eighteen-year-old Silver Bellingham has escaped her small hometown and arrived at college intent on exploring her repressed and raging lust. But on her first night away from home, her virginity and lust awakens an ancient incubus hell-bent on opening a portal from his world into hers. Now Silver must learn to live in the shadow of Hell, and navigate an unknown reality that will either drive her to the heights of ecstasy or her utter destruction.

Silver leaves home, and the false front she has been putting up for years in order to be what she feels is her true self at college. A wrong room picked, a spirit awakens, and she finds herself being haunted in more than one way.

The work is told from Silver’s perspective and, as a whole, she’s rather unlikable for much of the work. She is very much the wild child away from home and as she goes on in the story, it becomes clear there isn’t much of a filter between her mind and what she says out loud. Along with that, her decision to run away from all she was and become what her fantasies pull at her makes for moments in which there not much left save her need for sex and nothing more.

That means her thoughts revolve around sex, aren’t filtered, and when she is confronted with something that she doesn’t like, there’s no holding back for her. She seems to lose control and in doing so that makes her a little less of an interesting character for me. That said, the story itself focuses, in this the opening work, in setting up Silver’s past, her reasons for what she is doing, and her first moments in her life at college. There are some amusing moments, but as well there are some dry passages that are a lot of reflecting upon her plans done and her plans to be.

Silver encounters what seems to be an incubus, or at least that is what Silver believes it to be. Who, and how, that comes to pass seems to be an interesting story and that I expect will lead towards some points in the series going forwards where the incubus possesses others or something similar. It is also entirely possible that Silver herself might become a succubus, considering her past and goals that she has clearly stated in the work.

There is one bit of erotica, really a hot flash, in which Silver and the incubus have their moment together. There is an aftermath, which is something not seen in a lot of works, that I thought was quite different and interesting as well. The heat is luke-warm at best, as it feels rushed in order to get to the next part of the story and begin setting up the series going forwards.

There are a lot of hints about where the story might go, and I think that will be interesting to see. There are, however, a lot of unlikable characters in the work, mainly male, but Silver herself has her own level of dislike. That is a bit of a problem as, if she is the heroine of the work, she needs to have something likeable. Considering her attitude and her goals, I’m not sure about that.

The writing is quite good in expressing Silver’s thoughts and what happens around her. The work sets up the series well, tells just enough about Silver to explain about her, puts in the incubus in the quickest way possible, and then the story travels onwards to the ending.

The ending is quite open, leading into the next book in the series without a doubt. I do hope the characters becomes less self-absorbed and in being so the story becomes more as well.

Three out of five pitchforks.

The next work in the series is titled Incarnation, having some obvious connotations in that. Hopefully that work will balance out the erotica and the story itself as much as can be…

 

Tera

Aug 21 2015

A Review of Never Summon a Succubus by Haleigh Cookson Clark

Never Summon a Succubus by Haleigh Cookson Clark

Never Summon a Succubus by Haleigh Cookson Clark

A pair of works by the same author this time and this coming Sunday on the Tale. I am actually reviewing them in reverse order of publication as the last work released is billed as the prequel to the first one. Both have some rather interesting characters and events in them and I do think the author tells quite the story.

If you are going to look in places where you aren’t supposed to, you shouldn’t be surprised when you meet something that you didn’t expect to. Sometimes that’s a bad thing… and sometimes it opens your eyes to things you never thought of before…

  • Title: Never Summon a Succubus
  • Author: Haleigh Cookson Clark
  • Length: 22 Pages
  • ASIN: B00ONEKJ4G
  • Publishing Date: October 17, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work is described as:

In this prequel to Caught in the Temple of Forbidden Lust we follow the life of the beautiful sorceress Braena Wyvernwood back when she was still just a lowly apprentice. Late one evening she makes good use of her powerful mentor’s departure and decides to better explore his keep, eventually stumbling across a seemingly ordinary room. However, little does the curious girl realize that the room hides a seductively sinful secret! Will she be able to undo the powerful magics that accidentally released a sexy new playmate before her master gets back? More importantly, considering what a rare opportunity this presents for the frustrated young sorceress will she even want to?

Braena is an elf who is studying to be a sorceress, but as her teacher is away, then she, of course, has to play and discover all of the things that she hasn’t seen so far. She finds a hidden room and accidentally summons a Succubus. And then the play time really begins and Braena discovers that submitting to the wiles of a Succubus is very pleasurable.

I really enjoyed this work as a whole in that there is a lot of story being told before any of the erotica comes into play. Quite a lot is told about Braena’s past, what she is doing at the moment, and what she thinks about her teacher. It’s also interesting to hear her thoughts about everything that she sees and how that changes her opinion of her teacher as well. When she discovers the hidden room, and makes what is honestly a silly mistake, then the Succubus of the work appears and her name is Misstiand’ara.

Misstiand’ara is not quite the stereotypical succubus and it isn’t exactly clear if that is because of what her situation is or if how she acts is really how she is. Nonetheless, Misstiand’ara is seductive, quite dominant, and how she wraps Braena around her little finger is very hot and wonderfully told. Misstiand’ara has an appearance that is just slightly evil, but really it’s more towards her sexuality being very powerful and how she uses her powers to draw Braena to her, and then make her submit, is nicely hot.

There are some aspects of Succubus mind control in the work that really aren’t mentioned very often, such as in her scent among other things. But what really sets her apart is the nature of her control that Braena cannot resist and falls to completely. The mention that Misstiand’ara makes of Braena falling to her own “dark desires” is very apt and when the story turns towards being a hot flash, that’s when the story really shines.

A wonderfully told sapphic hot flash in which both Misstiand’ara and Braena fall to their own desires and needs. There is a turning point for Braena when she calls Misstiand’ara her Mistress and when that comes, and they both do, the story isn’t simply a moment of sex and nothing more. There’s more to the story, something changes in Braena, and that really interests me as much as Misstiand’ara herself does.

The work ends on a lovely close, one that just felt right after all else that happened, but it left me wanting somewhat. While I am reviewing the second work in this series first, knowing what happens in the first work, which chronologically is the second in the series, is a bit of a problem. As much as this work is wonderful, it doesn’t really connect with what happens in the second and as such there is a lot in that story that doesn’t quite connect with this one.

I really would like to see another work in this series that brings Misstiand’ara back and perhaps with what happened in the other work in the series that would make for an interesting threesome… It’s a thought at least.

Well written, steamingly hot, really enjoyed the work very much. Just really would have liked to see more of Misstiand’ara, who she is, how she came to be where she is, and, perhaps, an answer to the question of what comes next… and who does.

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

I like Misstiand’ara very much, she’s very much the image of a seductive powerful succubus that I so very much enjoy reading about. The erotica is very hot and deliciously so with just a hint of mind control in it that I so do enjoy reading.

Next time, the second work, actually the first, Temple of Forbidden Lust, in which Braena encounters an Incubus and makes a deal… or two… but as for Misstiand’ara… She’s never seen.

 

Tera

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