Wholesome. Addicted. – Part Three By TeraS

This is the third of what has become a solid five parts of what was supposed to be a three part story called: Wholesome. Addicted. It tells the story of one of my Succubi named Laila, how she became one of my Realm and what that all means. Laila is the mascot of a podcast called Wholesome Addiction and you can find the link to their site in the sidebar to the right of this post.

I want to thank Sean, Beef and the Operator once again for allowing me to write a story about her. I think she’s really something special and I hope that by the end of this story, that it will be clear why she is special…

You can find the story in its entirety here on the Tale, or you can have a look at the menu bar under Tera’s Tales.

In the first part of the story we were introduced to Laila, a woman that was an inspiration to many, but didn’t have a lot of luck in her own life. In the second part of the story, the reasons for that become very clear…

Part three? Well, that’s a bit of cumming and going you might say…


Wholesome. Addicted.

Part Three

By TeraS


Heel, pet … now. Don’t look so shocked, will you? You do have some rather darker fantasies. Of course, being a wanton toy for a harsh Mistress would be one of them. I promise you that I do know exactly how to use a crop on pets that don’t behave. Collaring pets like you and breaking them to my will is delicious fun and I am quite sure that breaking you will be … sweet.

Now, get on your knees, pet, otherwise, I will use this on you … mmmm … Interesting how the mention of teaching you some discipline makes you so hard and at the same time so very weak. Now, while you are there, as you should be, you can worship my boots and beg for my forgiveness, but you won’t cum, pet. No, no, you won’t, because, if you do, then you will be disobeying me … and you know what happens to pets that disobey me, don’t you? In the end, they beg for my permission. Cry for it.

That will be … fun, won’t it?

Now, while you worship, I do have a story to continue … Where was—that was for looking up, pet. Keep your mind and tongue where it should be. Better. If you do well, I might allow you to worship higher still …

Again . . . where was I?

So, you probably think that I just became one of the succubi, don’t you? Well … it doesn’t quite work that way—not that I really had anything to complain about when it happened, mind you.

The night passed in a blur, for which I was thankful, to be honest. After the crying fits had passed, I just laid there beside Tera. You would think that being with a succubi Queen would drive all rational thought from you. You would think that, but, in truth, and as she said before, Tera didn’t touch my thoughts, my feelings, or anything else. All she did was talk about … me. The only time she didn’t was when I asked her questions about being one of the succubi, and those moments … well … they were …

“What’s it like?”


“What’s it like to … well … to be you?”

I bit my lip at her soft giggle.

“Wellll … let’s say that I am quite sure of who I am, what my purpose is, and why things are as they are.”

“Do you write clues for crosswords on the side?”

“Oh, probably … I’m sure there are many that wonder why sixty-nine across always seems to be answered with a sexual innuendo”

“Are you really evil? I mean, the stories about … well … succubi, they don’t seem to be close to what you are.”

She looked thoughtful. “Sexuality for humans is … odd. It is quite natural, each person, each soul, has her own idea of the perfect partner, perfect position or act, the perfect moment when that one perfect orgasm comes and … it’s perfect.”

“Nothing is ever perfect, Tera.”

She sighed. “True, and that’s where society’s norms or religious views or any number of things driven by those that are uncomfortable with who they are and what they like get in the way. Laws are made or edicts are handed down, and that’s how things get changed for the worse … most of the time, anyway.”

“Some rules are needed, Tera.”

“True. One should be of an age where one can make an informed choice; one should not be forced into something, regardless of what it is; but—and this is the point where succubi like me, and the incubi, as well, come into play—there needs to be room for exploration. When you have the ability to choose, then dreams are a good place to begin a journey, aren’t they?”

“So … you are kind of like free samples at the supermarket?”

The giggle was perfect, but then her tail appeared wrapped around a can of Redi-Whip. “Careful, Sweetness … I do happen to know you have a weakness for whipped cream on your clit and nipples.”

“You wouldn’t”

“Oh darn right I would … or will.”

I admit that I squirmed. You would, too.

“See, that’s one of the reasons why I think you are the right soul to offer the gift to. You are open to new ideas, new experiences, and …”

“… and I’m not afraid to be seen running around naked?”

“See? I was right. Clean you up, lose the glasses, and you are …”

“I’m me.”

“And that’s the point. You know who you are, in spite of everything that has happened to you. You have accepted that sex isn’t evil, that sexuality is part of you, but it doesn’t control you.”


She smiled, “Yes. The choice is yours, as it should be.”

“Please, Tera? Make me yours?”

Her tail dropped to the sheets again as she turned to look at me. Tera was … she was sexy, there was no doubt of that, but she was in control of herself and what she wanted to do. And she wanted to give me the freedom to do the same. We looked into each other’s eyes and then she asked, one final time: “Are you sure?”


“Then, let’s go.”

As she said that, a cloud of cherry-scented smoke surrounded the bed, I found out later that each succubi has her own scent when she teleports, and Tera’s is cherries. The humor in that wasn’t lost on her, trust me.

When the smoke cleared my apartment was gone, and, in it’s place, I found myself standing in the middle of what seemed like a grand outdoor theatre. Tera was so very naked, as I was, and she offered her hand to me.

“Welcome to my home, my Realm. This is what we call the Place of Becoming.”

It was old, so very, very old. I could have spent a lifetime looking at the art carved on the stones, the colors of the murals that I could see, the stories that were held within them all.

“What … what happens now?”

“Now? Now I share our gift with you.”

Tera’s body shimmered, and then she didn’t just have a pair of red horns on her forehead and that long red sinuous tail behind her. A pair of large angel wings appeared, but not like Gabe’s. Tera’s were the deepest darkest black, with three white feathers on each wingtip. Her eyes glowed bright green and, to my surprise, a golden halo appeared above her horns.

“I am the first. I am the beginning and the end. I was long ago and I will always be. I am fantasy and I am reality. I am the Queen … Pledge yourself to me, Laila, and my gifts are yours.”

I shivered as her voice became my focus, my world, my everything. I wet my lips and then answered her, “I pledge myself to you, My Queen..”

Tera touched her left hand to my forehead and then began to stroke her fingers there.

The moan that escaped me was deep and aching, the wetness trickling down the inside of my thighs.

And then she tapped … my horns?

The shock of that discovery caused my own hands to reach up and feel them, and the look on my face made Tera giggle a bit before her right hand traced a circle over the top of my head. The ache within me was joined with an attraction to Tera unlike anything that I had felt for anyone before. My gasp of air was met with Tera’s flicking of her fingers against my halo, and I reached up to touch it.

Tera held me close, her sex rubbing against my right thigh as she whispered and comforted me gently. “That was the easy part …”

It didn’t hurt; in fact, I felt wonderfully hot and sensual. “Keep going.”

Her tail moved around behind me and I felt a little bit of heat at the base of my spine and then two quick brushes of her tail’s tip before she wrapped it around the two of us, binding us together. “You have the light and the dark already, Laila. Now you receive the passion, then the love …”

It didn’t hurt, not exactly. Tera’s hands touched behind me, touching where her tail had been, and she began to massage there … and I came. I thought I was wet before, but now I drooled and I sooo wanted her. I started to shake and shiver in Tera’s arms, and she cooed softly to comfort me: “It’s happening … Almost ready … It won’t be long … Your body is changing to accept it … Every fibre of your body is becoming attuned to it … It will pleasure you and you will love it … I promise …”

My breath shortened as my eyes opened wide and changed from the brown I had known all of my life to a sparkling deep green, just like Tera’s own, and I heard her giggle in my mind.

Then an odd sensation came. It was pleasant at first, then the pleasure rippled through me, binding itself to me. I whimpered, arched, and pressed tightly to Tera, shaking, crying for breath. My scream of pleasure echoed off the stones around us as my tail exploded from me. Long, thin, sleek, and the same color as Tera’s own.

The tip moved in front of my eyes and I looked at it in confusion—but then … then I realized that it was almost looking at me as well. Tera would tell me later that tails have minds of their own (and I can tell you that some of those tails are very, very talented at making me cum, scream, and whimper in need). Then it wrapped itself, like Tera’s tail did, around both of us, holding us together.

“You have the passion now, just one last thing Laila… the love…”

I was warm now, so very warm, even though a wind blew around us both. I felt something shifting under my shoulders and then, on either side of me, large angel wings like Tera’s appeared. But they weren’t exactly like Tera’s own; mine were as white as mortals expect an angel’s to be. They fluttered behind me and then folded themselves to hug the two of us. The overwhelming feeling of love and acceptance flooded me and I knew, truly, that I was one of Tera’s, now and forever more.

The very first thing I did as one of Tera’s was to cup her cheeks in my hands and draw her lips to my own. Her lips were so soft, just so plush and pillowy soft. Her tongue pressed against my own lips and my own brushed against hers.

I had heard of the perfect kiss, the one in which you share the soul, the all of another, and the other shares yours. I didn’t understand what that meant until I had touched Tera’s soul and discovered a truth that was my first lesson: she loved me, and I loved her.

I don’t remember how long the kiss lasted. I know there was some tail involved, and, from the slickness on her fingers, I was pretty sure that she had stroked me into a dozen or more orgasms …

… and I only wanted more.

My voice was husky and needful. “Thank you for taking me, my Queen … Thank you … I will make you proud of me.”

Tera tapped the tip of my nose with her fingertip. “You are welcome, my Succubi … I know that we both made the right choice.”

Tera’s hand then pointed into the air beside us and, with a flash of green light, an ancient tome appeared floating in midair. She nodded towards it as it floated towards me. I reluctantly let go of her and caught the book in my hands.

“This is your book, Laila … It always has been yours, waiting for you to appear and claim it. Every Succubi has her own book …”

“What do you mean, Tera?”

She smiled, and I caught a little bit of mischief in that smile. “Well, think of it as your study guide.”

“Study guide?”

“Sure! Now you get to take Succubus 101, then the graduate courses, the practicum, the …”

My tail dropped behind me.

“There’s always a catch, isn’t there?”

“Laila, I promise you, when you have been with every one of us—and you will—you won’t mind any of it …”

“Every one?”

“Oh, yes! Every one. It shouldn’t take longer than … oh … a century or so …”

The shock in my voice was something. “A century?”

“Well, that’s assuming that you manage to pass every test without fail.”

“A … century?”

I did learn, eventually, that time didn’t mean anything … that I would look the same, unless I decided otherwise … that I would be part of time, but outside of it, as well. But I was still thinking like a mortal, and not like one of Tera’s …

… but I would.

“Come on. We have a long walk ahead to talk, and then I have a couple I want you to meet. They are a lovely pair of incubi …”

I thought my legs were weak after what Tera did … the thought of two beings like Tera having their way with me was … something.

Tera’s tail twined itself with mine and we left, walking towards what was to be my home, my real, forever home. In spite of knowing that the path was a long one, both the one we walked on, and the one I would have to pass over to become truly one of the succubi …

… I was happy.

So, finally, after I passed—and let me tell you that, when you get a tongue lashing from Tera, you really find it hard to decide whether you would rather keep failing or not. She is the Queen after all, and when she sets her mind to using her tongue … ummm … Sorry… zoned out there for a moment—I finally proved to her that I was one of the Succubi, and … I came home.

I stepped through the portal and found myself in my apartment again. It looked exactly like I had left it so long ago. Nothing had changed, though I had. The paper shoved under the front door said that it was only two days since I left with Tera. Two days that,  to me, were years upon years.

Getting my brain wrapped about the fact that I could pop in and out of time just gave me a headache that was almost as bad as the ones I got when Tera got in one of her moods and I needed to answer riddles to get the answer I was looking for.

But I found this one: I had thought that coming back would be a bad idea, that remembering what had almost happened, and did happen, would make this place somewhere I never wanted to be. But I discovered that, while I had seen the bad here, I had also seen the good, and it was all part of who I was.

I’m Laila. I know right from wrong, and I know … everything that matters.

That was, finally, the revelation that Tera had talked about: to understand that, regardless of what had happened, would happen, or could happen now, I was still me. The horns, tail, wings, and halo were just … well … optional extras. It was what I did with them that really mattered. I could be loving, cruel, passionate, demanding … all of the things that the moments of being with another being could be would be me.

I had to think about all of this—if this was where I wanted to be, how I wanted to present myself—and so I went back onto the roof again to think. The skies were dark, cloudless, and not one star sparkled above me. Once again I looked into the sky and asked for the reason why things were, why my life was, and what the future held. But now I rested on the ledge with my halo above me, my wings behind. My tail swishing as I pondered things I had never before thought about as I rubbed a finger against one of my horns.

No one would see me like I truly was, of course, not unless I wanted them to, but the universe could and did. And that was when something happened in the skies above. If I was human, I would have never seen it for what it was. A human would have seen a falling star and made a wish … but I knew better now.

I saw an angel. Falling from above towards the Earth below. A trail behind him marking his path until, finally, I watched as he crashed to the ground on the outskirts of the city I called home.

And I couldn’t help but curse to myself.

Tera’s words came back to haunt me, the ones she said when I asked her what she would want from me: “Do the right thing. Always. All else is up to you.”

The right thing was to go and see if he needed help, to comfort him.

The right thing was to ignore him and give pleasure and passion to those who called to me now.

The right thing was to do the right thing … wasn’t it?

I spent the next ten minutes with my tail wrapped around my waist, hugging me as I made my choice. I could go or not. Either would be my choice, but which was the right one?

My decision was in a puff of chocolate-scented smoke around me as I vanished from the rooftop to appear in the next moment where the angel had fallen. I found him in a pile of branches and leaves in the middle of a crop of trees. His wings were torn, his robes shredded. Bloody and bruised, covered in earth and smoke and ash that was falling from him. He was alive: it was so very hard to hurt one of them and even harder to destroy them. But he had suffered greatly when he fell.

I came close and laid a hand on his shoulder, for a fleeting moment I actually had the thought about trying to do that when I felt who he was.

“Hello, Gabe.”

The answer was exactly what I expected as he turned his head to look at me in disgust and loathing: “Come to gloat, Laila? Are you happy? Does it please you?”

My tail swished like a cat’s as I thought about that … and what it meant. Was I happy that he had suffered? Was I gloating? Was I pleased that some measure of flesh was taken from him?

Was I?

Now then, pet…


Next time, Laila makes her choice and discovers what that means. And then the real fun begins …




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    • James on October 1, 2012 at 9:37 am

    Than what we have had up until now, Majesty, was unreal fun?

    You are telling a marelous tail here, and making Laila a deeper, more complex (and, therefore, sexier) character than we could ever have hoped.

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    • Legion on October 1, 2012 at 11:43 am

    Basically what James said. I notice how that your writing a story that is free of the issues that you mention in your book reviews, with good backstory and history and all kinds of sexy. Please continue!

  1. I don’t think I could have put into better words that rooftop scene when I was drawing it myself. Excellent and powerful ma’am! Well done indeed!

    Also the tail action with Tera… uber hot.

  2. Also if you wanna see that rooftop scene, here ya go. 🙂 http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mb81a3M1eC1rbxwr1o1_1280.jpg

    beautiful writing, truly!

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    • TeraS on October 21, 2012 at 6:14 pm

    Thank you Sean, my heart and Legion…

    I really want her to be something special as she should be…


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