Apr 18 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 587

Not all Succubi are evil, but there are some who delight in the hunt for souls and bringing them to heel. A work of art this week which I think has one of the Succubi who is quite the dominant creature by far.

Demongirl by SamCooper

Demongirl by SamCooper


This art is by the artist SamCooper on Hentai Foundry and you can find the original art on that site here.

Interesting smirk, her outfit fits her form really well and I like the overall tone and how it forms to her. It’s sexy, but at the same time there’s a point to it, especially in her gloves which would make the nasty mark on someone should get reach out and touch them.

Her wings and horns work well for her, it’s a shame there’s no tail, but overall she’s a neat mixture of evil, seduction and strength that I really like.



Apr 11 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 586

Something of a primal Succubus for this week’s image on the Tale. Not all Succubi are sweetness and nice of course, there are some who are meant to… teach a lesson to the unwary. A work of art then this week in which her pets would be well advised to obey their Mistress’ commands.

Queen Of Hell by e-guerrero

Queen Of Hell by e-guerrero


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

Perhaps the most haunting part of this image are her eyes. There’s no question she’s evil from the scythe she holds to the kind of living armour that cups to her form. Evil sharp horns and her expression just says that she’s a harsh Mistress. The thing I wonder about, and it might make for a story, is that her eyes almost feel like she’s a possessed woman and this is her form following the Succubus taking over. That’s an interesting story to wonder over.

She is missing a tail however. Shame that.



Apr 04 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 585

Something a little bit different for this week’s Succubi. Seduction comes in many forms and some of the most seductive begin with a smile and an invitation.

Lili by kyph98

Lili by kyph98


This work is by the artist kyph98 and you can find the original page on DeviantArt with this work here and this artist’s page can be found here on DeviantArt as well.

Wonderful smile and expression, I also like how her horns blend nicely into her hair as well. Her tail is a bit rough looking, but that’s not really an issue. The almost-there outfit works well with her form and the pose is the perfect temptation as well.

Sexy temptation is lovely to find and this art reflects that wonderfully.



Mar 28 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 584

It’s been a very long time since a Disgaea Succubi has appeared as a Succubi of the Week, I found a cute image of her to share this week which I think is just a lot of fun.

Succubus - Disgaea by balitix

Succubus – Disgaea by balitix


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

Amazing eyes, the sparkle in them, and her smile are a perfect reflection of her personality. Cute outfit which does wonderful things to her cleavage. Disgaea Succubi are always fun characters and when an artist can bring out that personality in their art, that’s lovely to find.



Mar 25 2019

Intermission By TeraS

Many of the stories in the Realm are given life through the tireless editing of my heart … Last week’s story, “Interlude,” brought an interesting thought from him about Valerie that I hadn’t considered at the time. To tell that story however, there needs to be an …


By TeraS


Valerie never scheduled a tour of the Realm following the spring time change. It never failed to wear her out, put her on edge. The next day was, always, a chance to sleep in and recover from the night before. However, when she managed to crawl out of bed and stumble to the shower, she discovered something quite troubling: her entire tail, from tip to Valerie’s bottom, was covered in red and black fingerprints. Being that succubi tails are quite sensitive, just looking at these prints was making the purple-tail relive a remarkable amount of arousal. She realized she was still … mmmmmm … buzzing with afterglow from what must have been an incredible night that she couldn’t quite remember. Every time she looked at those marks, the remembered sensation drove her to a near frenzy. She couldn’t leave the prints there, and so, in order to remove every single mark from Valerie’s purple tail, it needed to scrubbed … throughly.

Tera was enjoying the chance to lie in bed with her Eternal—and to lay her Eternal in bed—when a scream shattered the stillness of the morning. Well, it wasn’t so much a scream as an expression of orgasmic delight that made the red tail smile … and inspired her to match it. Keith soon found himself occupied for the balance of the day, not that he particularly minded, of course. The day following the spring time change did make Tera usually a bit more … enthusiastic.

Val eventually wobbled out of the shower, her flame red hair even more so, her purple tail having darkened to a deeper purple than any other purple-tail had been in the Realm for ages. As she made her way towards her bedroom, she bumped her now extremely sensitive tail against the bathroom door. She managed a gasp of surprise before her eyes rolled up and she crumpled to the hallway floor captured in the bliss of her tail’s newfound arousal.

The ensorcelled purple-tail lay in a messy heap, towels scattered around her and mewling, lost in the pleasure that her tail was pouring through her. Her tail might not have a mark on it, but in being so … enthusiastic … Val had opened a door within herself unexpectedly, one that was never meant to be opened. Flashes of memory appeared and then vanished as the orgasms returned, taking them away from her. A scant image of a red tail waving, a mane of deep black hair, perfect lips of red pressing against her own, gasping and cumming as those red lips and green eyes took her away again and again.

The clock radio barged into her dreams again, the announcer talking about the weather, noting that the morning was particularly hot and steamy for the time of year. Rolling onto her side, Valerie couldn’t help the giggling moan that her parted lips allowed to escape as she rubbed one hand furiously between her trembling legs. The weather wasn’t the only thing that was hot and steamy that morning.

It took quite a lot of effort for Val to drag herself across her bedroom, the carpet not helping in her hyper-sensitive state. Managing to gather her wits, she focused on getting to her cellphone and making a call. The phone slipped from her hands twice before she threw it onto the bedsheets and crawled after it.

Making the call while rubbing her towel against her wet, overheated sex was delicious torture: “C … Call … oh, fuck … Call Miriam!”

On the fourth ring, thank Tera, it was answered by a perky voice: “Hello?”

“M … Miriam?”


“Oh, gawddess … Miriammmmmmmmmmm …”

On the other end of the call, the brightest yellow-tail seen for ages in the Realm found herself treated to the sound of a succubi cumming. Some societies might think this to be an obscene phone call, but, in the Realm, this was something more akin to foreplay.

Miriam could help but giggle: “Holy moly, Val, what happened?”

What came next made Miriam stare at her phone: “F… f … ffff … finnnngerprintsssss … ink … all over … ffffffff … tailllll …”

The blush that came to Miriam’s cheeks wasn’t from Val’s predicament. It was Miriam remembering her own misadventure with covering her own tail in rouge, turning it red. A lesson in succubi biology that she never forgot.

Her tail was pointing straight up as she whispered: “You … you didn’t.”

The scream that came from the phone made the yellow tail hold it about a tail length from her ear: “YES! OH FUCK, YES!”

Slapping one hand over her eyes, Miriam sighed: “Just … try not to make things worse. We’ll be right over!”

The only answer was the phone bouncing off the floor and a shriek of pleasure as Val tumbled further into her bliss.

Irving had been entwined with Miriam as she’d taken the call on their couch and watched as the tail of his eye disconnected the call: “What happened?”

Miriam sighed: “Something about fingerprints on her tail. She tried to get them off herself and … ummm …”

Irving winced: “Wow!”

He did have the good sense not to say “at least she’s getting herself off,” as Miriam would have hit him with a pillow, and she was exceptionally good at pillow fights, he’d learned.

Val had completely forgotten about the phone and everything else, her entire focus being on the need to cum over and over again. Her bedroom was a hazy place, everything out of focus and unclear. Shapes didn’t resolve themselves into anything that made any sense at all. She was trapped in a spiral of lust and pleasure that took her further and further away with each passing moment.

It wasn’t long before her writhing caused the purple-tail to roll off her bed and fall to the floor. It didn’t matter; the push to her next orgasm was all that mattered. Val’s fingers were playing with her clit as a voice, so familiar, breathed hotly against her ear: “Poor purple tail.” She wanted to answer, but the touch of a long red fingernail against the tip of her tail made that impossible. That didn’t mean, of course, that her delicious tormentor couldn’t speak: “I left you in such a terrible state. But you should have known better.”

That fingernail drew a path from the tip of a long purple tail onwards as the musing continued, Val’s mind being focused on the sharp touch and the voice dripping with delight at her predicament: “mmm … What to do with you … I haven’t had a pet in …”—the dark chuckle made Val’s toes curl—“… ages. Perhaps I should keep you.”

It took all of Val’s effort to bare her neck and whimper: “Please…”

The fingertip left and Val didn’t dare to move.

Lilith lay beside the lost purple-tail, considering. One missing succubi wouldn’t be a problem; she could make the Realm forget and that would be that. It was nothing to straddle the delicious morsel, to look into glazed-over eyes, hear the mindless mewl of submission, need, and want. Bending one will to serve wouldn’t even be an effort. The First shivered, then shook her head to clear her thoughts. No; that was the old way, the way that almost doomed her kind, and she was not going to do that. But there was something about Valerie that kept drawing Lilith to her.

Val had another little burst of pleasure as Lilith’s smile appeared in all its seductiveness, her lips drawing close and then kissing her, the pleasure of being touched by the First of Them All filling her soul with desire.

That desire was not doused by Lilith’s words: “You won’t remember, Valerie, just like every time before.”

There was a note of panic, Valerie struggling in vain: “No! Want … need to remember!”

Lilith’s sigh made Val’s sex drip: “Doesn’t work like that.”

That sad note made Valerie understand, even if Lilith couldn’t. Her mewl held a promise from her soul: “I’ll remember.”

The purple tail’s focus turned back to the perfect body of the First, her lips and tongue worshipping Lilith as a long supple red tail drew its tip against Val’s own needy and slick pussy. Lilith’s voice was lost in their gasps as they pushed each other to the brink: “No … you … won’t.”

Val wasn’t sure if her screams or Lilith’s were louder as they both came and she blacked out.

When Miriam and Irving burst into Val’s apartment, they found her lying on the carpet beside her bed, the sheets pulled off and tangled around her tail and legs. Val’s hair was matted, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. Her hair redder than Miriam remembered and her purple horns almost, if not quite, a dark purple that almost looked black.

Miriam ran into the bathroom as Irving called for help on his phone.

Neither heard Val sigh in rapture … or the name that came from lips of reverence …


Irving was impatiently waiting for the phone to be answered when a slim, purple-tipped hand suddenly snatched the phone away.

He spun about in surprise to be greeted by an oversexed Valerie with wild flame red hair, tail and horns of a purple so dark as to be not quite, but almost, black. Her jade green eyes were inescapable as they probed the depths of the incubi currently capturing her insatiable desires. A long, purple tail wrapped around his waist as wet, crimson lips crushed against his own. Something undeniably needful ensnared Irving, leaving no resistance, no inquiry as to why his clothing vanished … or why Valerie wrapped her hot, slick hand around his shaft and started to stroke.

The studious incubi didn’t even notice when he fell onto the carpet, but Valerie’s tight sex wrapping itself around his shaft as she followed him to their mutual ecstasy was something he couldn’t ignore. The growl of passion that drew from Irving was so very unlike him, but exactly what Valerie’s lust demanded.

Miriam was running water over a washcloth when she heard the thud beyond the door. She didn’t have the chance to ask what happened when the symphony of lust in the next room washed over her. A wave of heat rolled from the tip of her bright yellow tail through her body, leaving in its wake a desperate need to cum.

Pushing herself from the sink, she tumbled into the bedroom winding up on her hands and knees. Miriam’s glassy eyes looked across the room in a daze, the sight of her beloved blue-tail being ridden by a wild purple-tail causing her to boil over and her last threads of restraint to snap. Her tail glowed and her body thrummed in need, demanding that she entwine herself completely in the lustful scene before her.

The glint from Val’s eyes as she rode Irving in delight drowned Miriam in a never-ending chasm of need. She needed to lick and suck and cum and fuck. Nothing mattered but burying herself between Val’s legs as Irving filled her over and over again. The sudden vanishing of a bright yellow dress was a relief, as Miriam wasn’t able to put much else between her horns save the thought of submitting to her new, feral, titian mistress. Her last, fleeting thought as she lowered her lips to lick Valerie’s folds and Irving’s shaft was that being naked would make things so much easier. Val’s whirlwind of lust pulled the three souls into a tangle of limbs and tails cocooned in screams of ecstasy.

The passion of the brightest of all of the yellow-tails drove headlong into the lust of the darkest of the purple. The two battling for supremacy over one very special blue-tail. Val suddenly arched her back, cumming until she collapsed, Irving’s shaft slipping free as she did so, Miriam pushing the stunned purple-tail aside and mounting her beau with an excited gasp as their vision greyed out before turning black.

All the while, Miriam being who she is, the building, frenzied ardor was no longer limited to the room, but was spreading throughout the Realm, and even pushing through portals into other worlds. Legions of succubi and incubi were driven into unthinking, untamed, uncontrolled ecstasy. Even the First, who could not remember the last time such urges had such a grip on her, found herself inexorably drawn to the orgy at the center of this storm just before all three participants passed out.

As the room fell silent, from on top of the bed, a sultry red-tail with hair a darker black than even Tera’s regarded the scene and nibbled her lip in thought … and then Lilith entwined herself among them and the pleasure started anew.

Mar 21 2019

Succubi Image of the Week 583

Fancy dress Succubi are quite a lot of fun, especially when their look has the right mix of formal and teasing temptation. A cute Succubi this week that I think has a lot of fun going for her.

Nemora by HazardQueen

Nemora by HazardQueen


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

I like the semi-formal style here in that it’s fun and with the addition of the roses adds quite a lot to this Succubi character. Odd horns and tail, but they work with her overall look and body shape nicely. The stocking are lovely and the fun in her character and pose just makes me smile.



Mar 18 2019

Interlude By TeraS

So … it’s been a while since I’ve posted on the Tale … written a story … It’s been, really, far too long an …


By TeraS


There are certain things which are expected in the Realm. Time is, of course, one of these and perhaps the singular shift in time which seems to have the biggest effect is that moment when the Realm loses one hour of time in the spring.

The night before this moment arrives, everyone in the Realm turns in for the night—well, everyone turns in eventually, and sleeps sometime after that—and in the wee hours of the morning there’s a missing moment that happens in the midst of sleep, in the depths of dreams. It does tend to result in many a succubi and incubi feeling the effects in the morning.

Few citizens of the Realm really wondered about this. It wasn’t at the top of their agendas by any means. Accommodations were made, an extra cup of coffee, or tea, perhaps, to manage the following day’s weariness. Others pushed through, trusting that the next night’s slumber would help, in some way, to make up for the sheer lack of energy that came with the shifting of the clocks one hour ahead.

Valerie, a purple-tailed succubi of the Realm, wasn’t one of these. It bothered her, more than she really let on, that the entire Realm seemed so … exhausted. Admittedly, part of that was that she rather enjoyed her middle-of-the-night dalliances with whichever visitor to the Realm happened to attract her attention on any given night. Being the Realm’s most popular tour guide meant, of course, that she simply had to show everyone a good time … in every way possible … and some that were completely unexpected.

Being a purple-tail, the mystery behind this … depletion … of the Realm brought many hours of pondering over an energy drink, the kind of which is best left to one’s imagination, pulling on a lock of her flame-red hair, her green eyes focused on something far away that none with her might be able to see or understand, and coming up with all sorts of explanations for why things happened as they did.

She’d pretty much rejected the answer that it was simply the loss of an hour’s sleep. Certainly, that would wear on everyone, but it didn’t explain why the next morning it felt like she’d … lost something in the midst of the night. She ached all over, her tail was completely limp and, perhaps most worryingly, she didn’t always wake up the morning after in exactly the same place she’d gone to bed.

It was that last point of her musings that made the entire event, which happened every year, a mystery that any purple-tail worth her lavender could never ignore, and Valerie certainly couldn’t.

At the beginning of March every year, in the two weeks when there was a lull of visitors to the Realm, she renewed her library card at the Realm’s Library to continue her research. Not that she really had to have a card, or have it renewed, but the opportunity to tease Miriam and Irving was too sweet a delight to miss. This year, though, things had gone a little differently.

“You know there’s really no need for a library card, Valerie.”

Valerie’s purple tail waved slightly in the air behind her: “Well … I wouldn’t want to break any rules, and …”—she looked in the direction of Tera’s office, where the mischievous Queen of the Realm had hung a little sign on her door, “Out to lunch … mostly”, and smirked just a bit—“interrupt her … lunch.”

Miriam paused in her fiddling with what appeared to be a quite old and quite quant Royal Model O typewriter, her own yellow tail twisting into a question mark. “I think you just want to see me fiddling with this thing and getting my fingers covered in ink from the ribbon.”

The sly smile in reply was meant in jest, of course: “I’m on the wrong side of the counter to see your cute bum as you hunt and peck.”

Miriam blushed as she made a slight error in typing: “Tease.”

The mistake went unnoticed as the card was pulled from the depths of the contraption and the librarian handed it over: “Okay, here you go, good for another year.” Noting the black and red ink on her fingers, she mused: “Now I have to spend Tera-knows-how-long getting this off my fingers.”

Irving’s voice came from within the circulation office: “Do I hear the sound of a damsel in distress?”

Winking at Valerie, Miriam stepped back from the counter and peered into the office waving her hands in the air: “Oh woe is me! Whatever shall I do!”

Smiling as she disappeared into the depths of the library’s stacks Valerie mused to herself: “I wonder if Model ‘O’ means orgasm.”

Miriam’s giggling seemed to suggest that might be true.

Fingering the card, the purple tail wandered into some of the oldest parts of the Library, seeking out clues to the mystery before her. She’d been working her way through every book, scroll, and other piece of knowledge that the Pitchfork Decimal System referenced, but as a whole the answers revolved around the same point. It was a matter of time and space, the rising and setting of the sun in the sky. The universe said that things had to be done this way for a reason, and one couldn’t ignore the rules of the universe.

The card catalog loomed in front of her and she went to her task for this year. The online system had been used—and, if she was honest, a bit abused—in her search. While she understood that Miriam had put the entirety of the old manual system online, there was always a chance, no matter how small, that something had been overlooked, much like a certain mark being made on a certain library card by a certain yellow tail, the brightest yellow tail that the Realm had seen in generations.

Yellow and white card stock passed under Valerie’s purple tipped fingers as she considered and then rejected the books noted there. She’d just about given up her search when she stumbled across one odd card that resided in a drawer that had been stuck closed so tightly that she’d had to pull on the drawer several times to get it to open. It was a white card with a thin red line drawn across the top edge, the red a particular shade reminiscent of one particular tail known to everyone in the Realm and many beyond. If Miriam’s tail made the cutest of question marks, the exclamation point her own tail made didn’t hide her excitement at this discovery. Fingers shaking, she pulled the card from the cabinet and stared at it:

A Treatise on Spending the Spring Time Change Awake by Tera, Princess of the Realm.

Valerie’s shock was twofold. One, she was amazed to discover that Tera had been captured by the mystery and tried to figure it out. But, more importantly, two, that Tera had somehow managed to remain awake through it! Worrying one corner of the card with a fingertip and pulling on a handful of her flame red hair with the other, she considered what to do. This book seemed to be hidden away from seeking eyes. It couldn’t just vanish, of course; the Realm Library saw to it that every work of literature and art made its way into the collection. But it was hidden for a reason and it was the reason that worried her.

Was the book not supposed to be read?

Was Tera trying to hide the secret?

The card found itself being nibbled on as Valerie tried to make up her mind. The time change was that evening, she had little time left to unravel the mystery. The entry was written by Tera. Even the index card in her hand held the Queen’s red mark.

Did she really want to know what the mystery was?

Sliding the drawer closed, Valerie decided that, yes, she had to know.

Few really understood how vast the Realm Library was. It was, for all intents and purposes, infinite in size and, being so, one could become easily lost in the maze of knowledge that surrounded them. It wasn’t unheard of there to have searches undertaken for those that had become entangled in their research, some of those going on for months ‘til the lost scholar had been found and returned from the winding caverns around them.

While the card stated, quite clearly, where Tera’s notes were placed, Valerie’s passage through the stacks seemed to take ages. The midnight hour had arrived when she found the section. It was so very close to the changing of the time when the manuscript came into view.

It wasn’t very impressive, a score of papers tied together with a red ribbon, unmistakably Tera’s colour. The pages were yellowed, the text not typed, but written in Tera’s messy and nearly unreadable scrawl in red ink. Valerie’s fingers took hold of the ribbon which sealed the tome from prying eyes, pulling on it as off in the far distance she heard a clock start striking one and then …

… the moment had arrived …

A sigh of delight caught her attention, seeming so close and so far away. The purr that came next was so familiar, and yet she’d never heard it before.

“Oh you silly purple tails … you just can’t keep yourself from mysteries, can you?”

The pages fell back onto the shelf as Valerie turned towards the teasing voice. The thought of resisting wasn’t there, there really wasn’t anything she was thinking of as a red tail, a deeper, darker red than even Tera’s was, passed its tip in front of her eyes.

“Over here, dear Valerie…”

Valerie found herself in the presence of the only succubi with black hair deeper and darker than even Tera’s, icy blue eyes that captured Valerie’s mind and made a shiver of pleasure curl about her clit before spreading all over.

“mmm … That’s right … Delectable, aren’t you?”

Wetting lips of red, the smile that greeted Valerie’s eyes was both erotic and inescapable. She felt her heat being enflamed, her desires pulling at her, egging her on. She wanted to say … something … but she was so addled that the words didn’t come.

“I love this little interlude … I have the chance to enjoy all of the Realm.”

The red-tail came close and entwined her tail with Valerie’s own. The friction of tail against tail brought a scream from Valerie’s lips as she dropped to her knees, the dark red-tail standing over her. “This single hour, lost in time, is my playground.”

The purple tail was lost as fingers with long red nails toyed with her flame-red hair.

“An hour to be with all of you … to love you all. A delicious interlude.”

A glimmer of a memory flashed through the heat, Valerie’s green eyes wide: “L … Lilith?”

The library melted away as her red-tailed companion entwined them, the pair falling back, clothing gone, skin heated and slick against each other. The world was an unending mixture of red and black. She heard the screams of pleasure all around her, the entire Realm being drawn into an orgy of pleasure, one single red-tail guiding them all in their ecstasy.

In all of this, Lilith’s voice sighed in wonder and delight: “mmm … Yes.”

The hour seemed to take forever, not that Valerie minded. Somehow, in Lilith’s power, Valerie found herself with every one of the incubi and succubi of the Realm, possibly twice times over, but she really couldn’t keep track. She did remember Miriam and Irving doing unspeakable things to her tail, however.

Eventually—just when was a blur—Valerie found herself in Lilith’s arms, held close, tails and bodies on the edge of collapse. The befuddled purple-tail managed a moan: “Will … I … remember?”

The red-tailed First purred as she toyed with Valerie’s red hair, a soft smile upon her lips. Valerie wanted to beg to remember, to be allowed to quench her desire to know. Lilith stopped that from happening by kissing her way from lips parted in moans to thighs parted in slick need. She paused, breath warm over Valerie’s clit: “Where’s the fun in that?”

Lilith licked lightly over Valerie’s clit and the world exploded into light before all … went … dark …

The sound of a clock radio set to the morning Realm news brought Valerie back to wakefulness. Rolling over, she felt warm sheets around her, a familiar pillow caressing her cheek. Her tail was especially aching this morning, she barely had the energy to roll over and poke the radio with the tip and shut the infernal thing off. Sighing, she burrowed under the covers.

The time change had really gotten her this year. The thought of figuring out the mystery did, again, however briefly, nibble at her thoughts. Then a feeling of deja vu tickled at her. Maybe she’d go and see Miriam about that. Or maybe she’d go and … with Miriam … and maybe Iriving.

Her tail shivered as it retreated under the covers, its length covered in red and black fingerprints.

Maybe she’d sleep on that. A delicious interlude.