Jun 06 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 594

It should be said that what one of the Succubi wears is important, but at the same time, their personality, expression and most of all, temptation, it what brings out their being. An image then this week of of the Succubi, well-endowed, but also so delightfully expressive in her gaze.

Aluvia by The-Moonbound

Aluvia by The-Moonbound


This work is by the artist The-Moonbound on DeviantArt and you can find the original page with this art here and the artist’s page can be found here.

A lovely form, her gossamer clothing is perfect for her. The little hints of red in her jewelry and eyes work quite well, her horns are a bit small I think, but aren’t out of place with her ears, hair and overall look. I especially love her smile and arched eyebrows, they tell an interesting story about her too.

Lovely Succubi character, quite well done and delicious in her temptation.



May 30 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 593

I love finding art of Morrigan and Lilith Aensland together. The image need not be anything more than they being together and expressing in that their bond. A work of art this week of the Aensland sisters posing together and just being who they are.

Morrigan and Lilith Aensland by TaeKwon Kim (A-rang)

Morrigan and Lilith Aensland by TaeKwon Kim (A-rang)


This work is by the artist TaeKwon Kim and you can find the original work on their page at ArtStation here.

I love the realism in this work, Morrigan’s expression, Lilith’s over the shoulder gaze. There’s so much in detail and it’s just a wonderful image of the sisters together that just brings me delight.



May 23 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 592

There are some looks that just seem to work for evil Succubi. There’s the lust to draw, the sexuality  to ensnare and, of course, the evil to doom the unwary or enthralled. A bit of Succubi art this week on the Tale in which all of this, I think, comes out in the most amazing way.

Succubeth by IsraLlona

Succubeth by IsraLlona


This work is by the artist IsraLiona on DeviantArt and you can find the original page with this work here and this artist’s page can be found here.

Love her overall look, the outfit just calls out “evil”, her smile is so wonderfully tempting by far. I’m especially pleased that she’s wearing heels and not hooves, but wish she had a tail. The pitchfork is really a work of art, the tail on the end is wonderful and makes it so much more than it otherwise would be. Her horns make sense with the rest of her look and the red skin tone is a really good contrast too.

Amazing work of Succubi art and one of the favourites in my collection.



May 16 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 591

There are, of course, many works of art in which Succubi are being summoned. They mainly show that summoning from the summoner’s side however. A work of art this week on the Tale in which the succubus side of things is shown in a very interesting way.

Another dimension by Scarlett-Aimpyh

Another dimension by Scarlett-Aimpyh


This art is by the artist Scarlett-Aimpyh on DeviantArt and you can find the original page with this work here and this artist’s page can be found here.

It’s interesting in how she seems to be creating her form as she falls from one plain to the next. Perhaps when she appears on the other side she has a tail, but that’s really a minor thing. It’s also interesting that her hair ends in hand-like forms as well.

Her horns do seem to work with her body shape and overall look, I like her expression as well, a kind of “they have no idea what’s about to happen” which I think amuses her.

Lovely otherworldly work of art and I do think it’s a unique look at something that appears in almost every story about Succubi.



May 13 2019

Be Together by TeraS

It was Mother’s Day … Sunday. I’ve written many a story on, or about, this day. It’s a difficult day for me, been so for a long time now … For my Eternal it’s been … difficult for a shorter time, no less so. Perhaps this year we’ll try to …


Be Together
By TeraS


There is no question of a mother’s love.

Specifically, there is no question of the love two Eternals know: the unconditional love from two mothers to their children, love through which everything came to be. That seed brought about the ability of those two Eternals to share themselves with their family, to offer their love, again and again, unconditionally.

Love isn’t perfect, though in the so-green eyes of one and the so-blue eyes of the other, they see it to be as close to that mythical state of perfection as possible. It’s telling, when they think about it, how the words spoken, the lessons taught and, yes, the moments shared in the past, so deeply effect the here and now. It’s especially felt on the one day each year when mothers are celebrated—though, as is so very clear, they should be for always.

The day was especially rainy this year. The winds blew a chill into the air—not exactly the best of days for a celebration, as a whole. Still, the day was important, and no poor weather or inclement bluster was going to bar a daughter and a son.

Not on this day nor any other.

While there wasn’t a day that passed when they didn’t each think about their mothers, not a moment, and from time-to-time they both knew, as one, that the Goddess held both mothers with her … there still was the hurt inside. Oh, it was not anything like it once was, to be clear. But, from time to time, a tear would come unexpectedly, the memory of their voices would nip at their thoughts before fading.

But the thing about the Realm is that nothing ever really fades away, no good things are truly forgotten, and, most importantly, sometimes … things happened.

Tera had, for many years, visited her mother’s resting place on this day. She’d started to bring her a cup of tea, exactly how she liked it, every year, soon after becoming Queen of the Realm. The tea would be placed on the headstone, Tera would talk to her mother, telling stories, thoughts, fears, and, always, her hopes. Sometimes the wind would toss an unruly lock of hair back into place and a warm breeze would kick up against her cheek as she turned away.

It was, in a way, Tera believed, her mother, answering.

Keith took things a bit differently as a whole. He’d spent many a year with Tera when she visited. Each time, he remained respectfully aside: this was something personal for Tera, and he didn’t want to break the bonds and memories that she’d made for herself.

His own visit on this day didn’t involve a cup of tea, though he did make sure to plant flowers—white carnations—every year. He’d talk, muse, wonder, and discuss, not expecting an answer, but somehow knowing that his mother would, somehow, hear his words.

Keith knew, in a way, that his mother was listening.

This particular Mother’s day came just shy of three years from when Keith’s mother had gone to be with Goddess. It was also just shy of forty-two years since Tera’s mother had slipped her mortal bonds for the embrace of Goddess.

She wasn’t alone this time. Her Eternal stood beside her, holding an umbrella as the cup was placed. From time to time, a droplet from above fell into the tea, disturbing the beverage. Neither really paid a lot of attention, however. The ebon-maned daughter’s thoughts were of a mother missed, of saying simple words and gaining some comfort from saying them.

The rain helped to mask tears from her Eternal.

He wasn’t alone this time. The ground was wet as he parted the soil, placing life among the remembered. Tera stood over him, holding the umbrella this time as he worked away, talking, remembering, occasionally looking over his shoulder to his Eternal to offer her a smile.

The rain helped to mask tears from his Eternal.

The rains continued throughout the day as the two returned home, finding two blue-tailed daughters awaiting their mother. It wasn’t the cards or the little gifts given that mattered. The simple words: “Love you, Mom” did, more than Tera really could manage to explain.

The rain, this time, could not mask the tears shed by two daughters thankful for the love of a mother. Nor could they hide the tears from so-green and so-blue eyes. It could not hide the memories of the past come calling. Of the love given from two mothers to their children in the hope that love would be passed on.

It could not disguise the warm breeze, as one mother, safe in the embrace of the Goddess, grabbed the hand of another, both so proud of their children, so grateful to see their love growing in those who stayed behind.

For the love of a mother … is … for always.

May 09 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 590

This week’s Succubi art is of an Ifrit, which isn’t quite a Succubus really, but the overall look, to me, is striking and interesting. As such, in my thoughts, she’s a kind of Succubi in her form which I think is unique and offers a story to tell.

Endless Realms bestiary - Ifrit by jocarra

Endless Realms bestiary – Ifrit by jocarra


This is the work of the artist jocara on DeviantArt and you can find the original page with this art here and this artist’s page can be found here on DeviantArt.

The air of mystery around her form works really well and while there’s some obvious Succubi aspect to her, it’s the mixture of mythos that I think is attractive. Flame and fire, the mixture of light and shadow combined with her red skin tone work really well. Her horns, though really far too large work in this stylized form and her eyes being embers adds an air of mystery that fits perfectly.

Perhaps not quite a succubus, but nonetheless temptation given form.



May 06 2019

Amused By TeraS

I’ve been mulling and poking at some stories of late … none of which are anything near to being finished. Overall, that’s due to a lack of time on my part, a somewhat lost direction in writing and … well, we’ll see. Among my writings, there are stories of passion, stories of seduction, stories of battle, and there is the occasional story of someone being …


By TeraS


He had power.

The power came from his status, his place in the world and, of course, his masculinity, lorded over all that were beneath him. Even his name reflected power, which only added more drive to his behaviour to others. But the thing about having power is that there is always someone who had more power … and, if one happened to attract the attention of such a someone, for the wrong reasons … well … things happen, don’t they? Still, being in a position of power meant that others would come to him, ask for certain things, and he, of course, would expect certain favours in return. He always got what was coming to him.

The knock at his office door roused him from his thoughts.


He caught his breath as a blonde vision of femininity with deep, green eyes stepped through the door, her red dress flowing with a current all its own about her long, tanned legs. After taking two steps, she offered her hand: “Good afternoon, Mr. Thompson. I’m from Realm Enterprises. We have a two o’clock?”

There was no question as his shaft hardened, his eyes undressing her: he was going to have her. The decision to treat her as just another conquest was instinctive. His cock ached with the vision of her pressed against the wall while he thrusted over and over until she screamed.

The snapping of her fingers an inch from his eyes roused him from of his daydream. Putting a mask of indifference to her action, he asked: “You are?”

The desk was between them as she replied: “I’m here at the request of a client to discuss certain matters with you.”

It didn’t register that she’d not given her name. She’d put him off his game, and he needed to take control: “I see.”

Her lips which he really wanted to see wrapped around a now very stiff part of his anatomy, were instead wrapped into a frustratingly smug but undeniably attractive smile: “Really?” She turned and made her way around the desk, trailing a green-tipped finger over the polished surface: “Then you are aware of the … terms … of the contract you signed?”

Her profile made it clear how shapely she was. Her sexuality was permeating the space around her, and his eyes were unable to leave her. He managed not to growl: “I’m aware.”

She stopped to his right, spinning his chair towards her and laughed: “Oh … you aren’t. You … really … aren’t.”

He’d always been the one to take control before, and it was a surprise when she drew her emerald talons along his length, making him gasp in unexpected need. Somehow, she’d wrapped her hand around his heated member and started to tease his tortured length. Closing his eyes, he murmured at a question he’d barely heard: “Oh … yes …”

Her hand pulled sharply, forcing him to look up into a pair of gleaming, green eyes, seemingly alight with amusement. “Oh, my dear Samson.” How did she know his name? “Have you never learned the story behind your name? About the foolish man who lost control at the hands of a mere woman?” As she tossed her hair, her smile was devilishly amused by his plight, and he startled at the two small, green horns that suddenly appeared at her temples. “But she was no mere mortal woman. No mortal could, after all, overcome the power your namesake had.”

Her hand stroked his shaft as she straddled him, and she was rubbing the now unbearably sensitive tip against her wet folds: “Like every Samson since, you believed that your power was …” Her hand moved slickly over his purple head and reddening shaft, “… right … here. That every woman would fall to her knees for … this.”

The long, green, spaded tail that rose behind her was met with an anguished gasp—whether that was from realizing she wasn’t who she appeared to be or from the feeling of her warm wetness encompassing his purple crown would never be known. “You will to learn that this …” she lowered herself, taking more and more as she continued to gloat “… is a leash and you will … mmm … obey your Mistress. You were mine the moment you laid eyes upon me. From your soul to your cock, I own …” the shock of the blonde seductress taking his entire length suddenly caused his back to arch and his arms to grip tightly at the chair’s armrests as she purred, licking a pink tongue over cherry-red lips “… you.”

There was no escape as she began to ride him. Her nails left angry red marks on his chest as she marked him. The gleam in her eyes now darkened, matching the thoughts she continued to share. A terrible laugh foretold of her intentions: how she would bind him, mark him as simple property, to be used as she saw fit.

As he thrashed his head, his long hair moved wildly, taking her visage from sight for a moment before her smile burrowed its way deeper into his soul. She came close again, her hips still pumping his shaft into her perfect sex, his thoughts muddled by the approaching orgasm. A shadow passed between them, only a gleam from her luscious lips and emerald eyes left to capture his attention. “Just … another … plaything … Collared … bald … kneeling in submission … You won’t even remember … your … name.” If her laugh was dark, her giggle was both frightening and, impossibly, making him harder still, his hips driving upwards to meet her undulations upon him. A hand tipped with long, green nails took hold of his chin. He needed to know, the thoughts struggled to come from his lips, but the gasps and groans left nothing to form actual words.

But … she knew. Since she’d walked in the door, she knew exactly what he was thinking. Blacking out as he came screaming was a mercy. He lied there, spent, and she allowed his depleted shaft to slip away as she raised her hips, falling with a wet slap as it came to rest. Stretching languidly, she sighed contentedly at the conquest slumped beneath her.

Nibbling on an emerald fingernail, she mused, her tail moving slowly as she looked upon the foolish mortal who thought he had power …

… and she smiled.

The knock on his office door roused him from a daydream that he couldn’t quite remember.


He caught his breath as a blonde vision of femininity with deep, green eyes stepped through the door, her red dress flowing with a current all its own about her long, tanned legs. After taking two steps, she offered her hand: “Good afternoon, Mr. Thompson, I’m from Realm Enterprises. We have a two o’clock?”

For an instant the thought formed to treat her as just another conquest, his cock ached with the vision of her pressed against the wall, thrusting over and over until she screamed in …

… submission? He shook his head, incredulous at his own fantasy.

Crossing the office, he took her offered hand and lowered himself to kiss her flesh: “Please, call me Samson.”

She replied, with a purr of delight, “Delilah.”

He might actually have learned something this time.

And that amused her.