Feb 14 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 578

With the exception of Morrigan, there aren’t that many succubi characters that appear twice or more as the Succubi of the Week. A short time ago I shared this particular character here and I happened to come across another image of her, which I really do like because it gives a different view of her look which I think is so very delicious…

Super Fantasy War Succubus Kuorite by ArrowHead

Super Fantasy War Succubus Kuorite by ArrowHead

This art of the Super Fantasy War Succubus is by the artist Arrowhead on Pixiv and you can find the original page with this art here.

There’s just something about this outfit and look that’s really appealing to me and I have to ponder that and see about my favourite artist creating something… That said, really it’s the sexiness, the power in her form, and most of all just how she’s fun but so very seductive at the same time…



Feb 07 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 577

Shiny succubi are something I do like, mainly in how that sheen on their skin enhances their look and form. A red-tail then this week who is so very shiny and sexy too…

Rain (Clean) by Digi-Ink-by-Marquis

Rain (Clean) by Digi-Ink-by-Marquis

This amazing piece of succubus art is by the artist Marquis on DeviantArt and you can find the original page with this art here and this artist’s page can be found here as well.

This art is just amazing in so many ways from the succubus herself through the water droplets and more. Lovely deep eyes, such an expressive smile, amazing hair and, of course, just how that sheen on her skin brings so much to her form.

From horns to tail, she’s wonderfully sexy and seductive which just makes me smile.



Jan 24 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 575

It’s time for the first image of Morrigan Aensland of 2019 and in keeping with the ongoing theme of cute succubi art, a sketch of Morrigan which simply make me giggle in delight.

Succubus Sketch for TheReddestMage by SuccubusAdoptables

Succubus Sketch for TheReddestMage by SuccubusAdoptables

This art of Morrigan is by the artist SuccubusAdoptables on DeviantArt and you can find the original page with this art here and this artist’s page can be found here as well.

Cute art of Morrigan is a bit of a passion for me and this sketch is dearly so very, very cute most of all. The blush is adorable and the artist has done an amazing thing with Morrigan’s eyes which I really like as well.

Cute Morrigan is always a good thing after all…



Jan 17 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 574

There doesn’t seem to be a lot of art that has blonde succubi, which I think is a bit of a shame really. I’m not particularly interested in bimbo-blonde succubi, I do however like them to have something of a presence. The right look just is a delight to find.

Succubus by Lunacle

Succubus by Lunacle

This ever-so cute art is by the artist Lunacle on Pixiv and you can find the original page with this art here.

Just an amazing work of art and quite the interesting succubus character as well, I get a little “Morrigan” feeling from her stockings and corset, which is perfectly fine, this does work nicely with her body shape by far.

Amazing hair texture and style, lovely deep eyes and as much as I love her horns, wings and that really interesting dress… she really needs a tail. Oh it might be a little too much, I do understand that, but, remove the hoop dress or put her tail over her shoulder and I think it would really work.

Cute and sexy, love her dearly and I’m sure there’s a neat story about her to tell sometime…




Jan 14 2019

Wishing By TeraS

Something of a bit of fun this time on the Tale … Things need to be made clean, or at least somewhat cleaner, when they become … dirty. In the Realm this can, on occasion, mean that one needs to do some …


By TeraS


One would expect that in the Realm, in a place where magic exists to do, really, almost anything one might want to, that there wouldn’t be much of a need for washing clothing. Why bother? One could wave their fingers and create out of thin air the most complex, or for that matter, the simplest of garments and when they were soiled or damaged, then it wouldn’t be more than a thought to bring them to be new once more.

But the thing is, magic, though a very useful thing, isn’t always the best of choices. It would be, for example, a terrible thing to have one’s clothing vanish into a puff of thin air at an inopportune moment—not that some of those in the realm would really mind if that happened, of course. More so, imagine if there was a certain piece of clothing that held with it treasured memories, ones that could not be felt from the wisps of magic that might make up some design created in one’s mind and given form through magical means.

This, then, was the reason for, and gave meaning to, the existence in the Realm of a shop known throughout the Realm as “Ilka’s.” It was the single place in the entire Realm where one could take their cherished ensembles and they would be returned in immaculate condition. It also provided for Angelika, the owner of the shop that didn’t quite bear her name, something of an outlet for her fantasies.

Angelika, a purple-eyed green-tail, had something of a terrible clothing fetish, and her little shop only served to feed that fetish over and over again. It wasn’t really a secret that Angelika’s eyes grew so very large when one of the succubi or incubi of the Realm appeared with a cherished fabric to place into her care. The delight was palpable as her fingers caressed the cloth and she nibbled a green lip in barely held back erotic wonder.

But in all of the Realm, there was a single item which Angelika’s desires made into a fantasy that never left her thoughts: a certain deep black dress trimmed in red possessed by but one red-tail; a dress known to all as the SuccuDress. But, to Angelika, it was so much more.

She’d seen Tera being caressed by it’s wonder in person. How captivating were the images of the perfect black against the Queen’s tanned skin and red tail, images which made Angelika shiver, fingers teasing herself as she attempted to overcome the need of her fetish that pushed her over and over again. She had even gone so far as to find every picture taken at every angle imaginable, plastering them all over a space in her shop where only she would see. Drifting off in the midst of caring for one garment or another, lost in the fantasy of being in possession of the need that burned within her, was almost a given.

It had been a quiet day, mostly spent in allowing her charges to be retrieved by their owners, taken from her possession. Feeling a bit lonely, she had curled up with the images of her obsession and began sinking into her dreams once more. In the midst of one particularly erotic fantasy, she was shaken from her daze by the ringing of the front door bell. She ran one green-tipped hand through her hair as she made herself presentable before appearing at the front counter to greet her visitor … and found herself unable to breathe. There, waiting for her, was Tera! And she was wearing the dress of Angelika’s dreams and carrying a large, red box tied with a black ribbon.

Angelika was at a loss for words, being unable to overcome Tera’s bemused smile or the sparkle in her so-green eyes. The tossing of the Queen’s hair over one shoulder to reveal that little bit more of the dress was enough to bring a whimper of need from her lips. It was a good thing the counter separated Angelika and her desire, mainly so she had something to hold onto as Tera placed the box in front of her: “I have a … gift … for you, Angelika.”

The red of the box held her attention, but she did not trust herself to speak.

“I know how much you love … no … need and desire.”

Purple eyes rose from red packaging towards so-green eyes.

“I … know.”

Angelika’s eyes filled with tears as Tera reached out with her gloved hand, cupping the green-tail’s cheek. In that moment, Angelika truly understood the meaning of the dress, what power it held, and she wept in shame of her desires.

The Queen’s words were of comfort: “Angelika … there is no shame in desire. He would not want that fire within you to end.” Angelika found her hands guided to the box, being placed upon the bright red and so-deep black. “My …”, Tera’s smile was wan as the memories came. “… Evil Dragon’s talents are immense and unending. I know you will cherish them as I do.” She took a step back, turning to leave, but paused as she approached the door, looking over her shoulder: “Embrace your desires, Angelika, and make them yours.”

“Tera? Why?”

Her smile was that bit more bemused: “I’d usually say ‘why not?’ but … you’ll understand.”

The box awaited her as Tera left. Angelika just stood there, her hands still resting where Tera had placed them. She could have ripped the box open, seen what awaited her in an instant, but her desire demanded that she give proper respect to the gift given. She’d managed to resist the temptation until the day had passed and she had returned to her home above the shop.

The black ribbon came loose with two fingers, the top pulled away as easily. She’d expected the black trimmed with red, but what greeted her was so much more. Green, so much green, shimmering green scales of breathtaking wonder trimmed with the barest edge of purple and, beneath that, against her skin, would be the black that Angelika had craved. It wasn’t the dress of her desires; it was the dress her soul needed most of all.

The gift was perfectly moulded against her curves. She felt the fabric teasing her from her now-damp sex to the ache in her breasts, which felt like they were being licked. Bare shouldered, the style made the flush of her skin so very clear, as there wasn’t a part of her that the dress didn’t bring a quiver of delight. There were no long gloves—the style didn’t need them—but the Evil Dragon had been kind to include a pair of heels just as green and just as perfect.

The dress of legend couldn’t be duplicated or copied, but in this dress there was a reflection of the dragon himself, a glimpse of the textures and power drawn from temptation and seduction. A dress of deep green made with dragon scale and the breath of fire.

It was, always, the gift given from the soul of a dragon never-ending, the gift shared by the love which the Queen of the Succubi has for all her daughters.

Jan 10 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 573

There are quite a number of succubi that take the name Lilith. Some are quite evil, some not so much and then, of course, are the images of those succubi called Lilith that are cutely sexy most of all.

Lilith the Succubus Queen by That-One-Personage

Lilith the Succubus Queen by That-One-Personage

This lovely succubus art is by the artist That-One-Personage on DeviantArt and you can find the original page on that site here and this artist’s page can be found here as well.

I adore her colours, the black mixes nicely with the red accents overall. Interesting outfit, her wings aren’t overdone nor do her horns feel wrong either. Slim and sexy I think is the best way to describe this succubus and she’s adorably so.




Jan 07 2019

Break the Ice By TeraS

Been some time since I’ve written something on the Tale … That’s for various reasons, many of which shouldn’t have had a bearing on why I haven’t done so … others more so … Still, it is a new year, at least when this story appears in the grand scheme of things and so, perhaps, something to, as it were …


Break the Ice
By TeraS


The winter hadn’t, at least as yet, quite turned fully towards it’s expected wintry self in the Realm. That’s not to say there wasn’t a certain chill in the air, a dusting of white powder upon the ground, that there weren’t the glowing embers seen in fireplaces as entwinements of various numbers came to be. Even if the expected storms hadn’t rolled over the mountains, there were things that just happened regardless of nature’s choices.

After all, with winter comes the so-very-long nights, the days when idle comments are made about the weather being a bit frightful outside and that, perhaps, it might be more prudent to remain indoors and see what events transpired therein. Heat doesn’t just come from a stack of wood burning in a hearth or a furnace hidden away to keep one warm, after all. Sometimes the heat which comes from the friction of skin against skin gives other sources of warmth some stiff, in many ways, competition.

Amidst the winter’s chill, where the winds blew impetuously, a certain ebon-maned Queen of the Realm peered through frosted glass and mused about the scene outside. Flakes of snow netted in a whirlwind outside caught her attention, the mug of tea warming her hands as she pondered in consideration.

Her thoughts for a moment considered something she’d heard in the past, something about the dark tea time of the soul. Pursing her lips, she wondered about that, if, possibly, she’d come to her own encounter with that moment in time. It was after all, something to think about, regardless: a change in one’s soul was not unexpected, it was the way of things, how time passed, and such a thought needed to be given its due. A movement beyond the glass caught her attention now, her lips curling towards the bemusement that was at the core of her being. It was, after all, amusing to watch the scene outside.

He’d been working on something since just before the seasons changed and the cold winds blew. The first inkling had been when she’d noted a sign that had been staked into the grass beside a path leading away from the Palace between two very tall hedgerows. The sign read, surprisingly, “No Tera allowed.”

Now, Tera being Tera, this sign was a terrible temptation. What possible reason could there be for her not being allowed into a part of her Realm? What was Keith up to? Most of all, how did he expect her not to have a look? He really did know better than that …

…. and he did.

She’d started to move forward when his voice startled her: “Naughty!”

Turning about she smiled innocently: “Whatever do you mean?”

She noted that he was carrying a bundle of plans under one arm and what appeared to be a roll of string in the other as he replied: “You did see the sign, didn’t you?”

Tilting her head to the left, she allowed a light purr to pass the distance between them: “Oh … but I’m sure that my Eternal won’t mind if I take a peek.”

His smirk caused a slight shiver to travel up her tail: “My naughty Eternal might find herself being spanked if she’s not good.”

Of course, this was a promise that Tera wasn’t about to miss teasing about. Turning slightly to the right she caressed one hand over her hip, batting her eyelashes: “Promise?”

Keith’s so-blue eyes were warm as he came close: “Always … but … please, Tera … just this once?”

Sighing in exaggeration made her answer a bit of a wine: “Oh … fine. I won’t; I promise. But you are so going to make this up to me.”

If the shiver in her tail was delightful, his telling smile was more so: “I might … if you’re good.”

She kept her promise, not going past the hedges to see what he was up to, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t find a perch to watch what happened. Tera knew there was only one way into that part of the grounds about the Palace and, whatever Keith was up to, she’d be able to see what that was from the window where she now peeked out, seeing and yet not seeing.

Tera hadn’t seen the plans, so she didn’t have an inkling as to what Keith was up to. The mystery settled into her thoughts: no matter what else was going on, there was always that little nagging thought wondering about what he was doing. On more than one occasion, the distractions took her attention from other things that should have been given more consideration.

Over the course of a couple of weeks, she’d caught him carrying what seemed to be rolls of plastic and long, thin wooden boards beyond her sight toward whatever purpose he was about. Once, she’d been reading a treatise written by one of the more learned scholars of the Realm reporting upon her attempt to translate a text from ages past—though how it was that RediWhip had been in existence long before the wheel was beyond her. She was just turning the page towards the scholar’s chief revelation when she noted Keith carrying rolls of what seemed to be garden hose into the temptation calling to her. That evening, she attempted to “convince” Keith to reveal his secret with her own liberal use of RediWhip. Tera wasn’t, all things considered, that upset when he didn’t spill the beans. Going through twenty-four cans of creamy ecstasy didn’t leave anything to be upset about, really.

When the weather turned cold and the frost came calling, she was surprised when he slipped out of bed at four in the morning the first time. Keith had tried not to wake her, but when an Eternal’s tail rubbed as it was wont to do, being a sneak wasn’t quite going to work. Tera watched him quietly leave, and was tempted to follow him, in the nude, assuming he was going to visit someone in the middle if the night—there were a lot of fantasies about that which certain succubi, one specific silver tail in particular had. But she’d seen the toque he’d set on his head, and the heavy clothing upon him, and knew better.

Tera was, nonetheless, nude as she stood by the window, seeing him bundled up and going off to his plan in the darkness and cold. Whatever his scheme was, Keith was determined to see it through regardless of what needed to be done. That said, when he came back to bed and his cold tail twined with her own … there was a lot of heat the two of them created to warm up again.

Christmas came and went, the New Year arrived and then departed, and still her Eternal continued to get up far too early, to work away at whatever he was devising. His beloved had, on more than one occasion, nibbled, both in words and actions, upon his willpower, trying her best to have Keith cave in and reveal what he was up to. Surprisingly, not even her most seductive plans would pierce his secret, whatever it was. That, of course, only made Tera’s love burn that much more brightly for him. Keith knew her so dearly well, after all.

The past ebbed from Tera’s thoughts as the scene outside the window continued to bemuse her. The sign, the barrier which proclaimed “No Tera allowed”, had a little bit of red paper pasted on it, now reading “Tera allowed”, Keith standing beside it, waiting, expecting her temptation to egg her to come running. Oh, how Tera wanted him to wait—that would be so delicious, of course, carrying with it a certain amount of proper teasing—but darn it if she didn’t rush out of the room, leaving her tea behind and bundling up to go stand beside him, her tail wrapped in its cozy, twisted in a question mark.

The sight beyond the hedgerow was quite unexpected, as he’d meant it to be. It really wasn’t much, it wasn’t the grandest of things by far. A simple pond of ice, white plastic sheeting beneath and wooden planks holding in the edges to mark the boundaries. Not something amazing, nothing that anyone couldn’t find in one’s own backyard if inclined to make it appear.

There was one single hesitation, Tera’s so-green eyes gazing to Keith’s so-blue ones: “You know I can’t skate.” His assurance was everything: “So? That’s never stopped us before.”

The Queen of the Succubi soon found herself wobbling on her skates, holding Keith’s hands and trying not to fall. The ice made light sounds as they moved slowly, a brisk wind picking up and lifting snowflakes into the air.

That wobble turned into a shriek of surprise as Tera fell to the ice, Keith joining her there a moment later. The Eternals looked at each other for a long moment before breaking out into giggles and struggling to their skates once more.

That question about the dark tea time of the soul was answered by the brighter time of two souls being together and laughing in joy rediscovered.