Succubi Image of the Week 171

This week’s Succubi is a pencil work by an artist that, I regret, has not updated their website in some time and, I regret further, has not replied to the emails that I have send to their address on their site.

Nonetheless, in case their site vanishes from the web, I want to note their work here on the Tale…

Contemplating Evil by Kevin Pohle

This work in titled Contemplating Evil and is by Kevin Pohle. I found this work originally on the artist’s site here. You can also find the front page to his site here as well. The site was originally started in 2003, but as far as I can tell has not been updated since 2008.

That’s a shame really because the art he creates is wonderful as you can see from the Succubus here and as well this artwork and this one too.

I love the pose she is in, looking over her shoulder towards where her tail appears from her body, but that the tip of it is sort of hiding beneath and in front of her as if avoiding her gaze. There is so much lovely detail in her body, the tattoo on her thigh is very interesting and I find myself wondering what it might mean to her as well. She has lovely proportions both in her form and as well her tail, horns and wings, all of which do not take away from her beauty, and she is really quite beautiful in her own way…

Please do visit the artist’s site and see all of the wonderful art that he has shared there!



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    • James on April 7, 2011 at 9:41 am

    You think I ponder evil now?
    The evil you have laid on me:
    I seek my tail-self, wond’ring how
    you trapped me thus. I firmly vow
    my heart will soon be free.

    I came to you offering care
    and pleasure; you saw horns and tail,
    assumed you knew my what and where,
    and played with lusts no love should bear.
    Your plan will surely fail.

    These wicked sigils on my skin
    are all your work, and you did bind
    my body, but did not draw in
    my will with their seductive din.
    I have my heart and mind.

    Why must sex be all dirty, lewd
    debasement? There is joy, you know.
    I offer bliss . . . your attitude
    is we must be feeder or food.
    Now, you will let me go.

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    • TeraS on May 1, 2011 at 5:29 pm

    Lovely lovely poem my heart…

    Thank you…


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