Dec 02 2015

A crown with horns does not make Succubi appear

Devil Princess HornsOne of the things that bothers me is why costume horns have to be ugly. There are so few that look good, both in form but also in size. Obviously they have to either be on some kind of headband, or have a clip to attach them into one’s hair.

I prefer, as a whole, to have them as a hairband because I can work that into my hair better and the horns don’t look lopsided. But then I came across this set of horns, which are called the Devil Princess Horns.

They do look cheap, and they are. they sell for $7 US. The image here is a bit deceptive as she model is wearing a wig with the horns to cover up a lot of the flaws I think. But it doesn’t cover up all of them and it cannot overcome the cheapness of the horns themselves.

I have better, I have seen better, I have been gifted, by a dear friend, better than this…

And I will be sharing those.

One out of five pitchforks.

It isn’t at all a princess. It’s hardly Devilish as well if you need a wig to make them look better…



Dec 01 2015

The SuccuWiki’s Eighth Anniversary

Today, December 1st, 2015, marks the eighth anniversary of the SuccuWiki. I really just wanted to note that this was happening today more than anything else.

Because of some changes in the MediaWiki software, I have to take an educated guess about how many times the SuccuWiki has been accessed now and I think it is something like 20 million views, more or less.

As well, there are almost 3,700 articles available and I’m rather pleased about that.

Thank you to all that have been part of my making this possible…



Dec 01 2015

A Review of Devilish Dazzle by Gregor Daniels

Devilish Dazzle by Gregor Daniels

Devilish Dazzle by Gregor Daniels

Occasionally a story has a rather serious problem. The characters could be interesting, the moments in the story could work well. There’s even the possibility that the erotica might be quite well done. The issue comes when something happens that is very stereotypical happens, or a well used trope is used far too much. In either case, or both, it makes it hard to care about the characters, never mind the story, and that’s a problem.

It shouldn’t happen, but then, sometimes, that turns out to be the point of the story in the end.

  • Title: Devilish Dazzle
  • Author: Gregor Daniels
  • Length: 41 Pages
  • Publishing Date: August 23, 2014
  • This work at

The work is about:

Unable to get into a popular club, a wishful thought causes a young man to meet a dazzling woman clad all in red. While her motives are a mystery from the beginning, the wishes she offers are absolutely real. However, the strange woman grants Blake’s desires with increasingly twisted results, and she is expecting a payment in return when all of the wishes are used up.

Blake is miffed that he can’t get into a club. He meets Nevaeh who offers to grant his wishes for a price. The problem is that the wishes all go wrong, he is using them all up quickly and there’s a price to be paid. In more ways than one.

I really couldn’t find my way into this story for the simple reason that there were, as a whole, quite a number of story tropes being used, the main one being about how wishes made tend to go wrong, and it kept repeating that trope over and over again. Add to that a genie/devil/succubus who was quite obviously evil and well over the top in that from the beginning and the story lost a lot of its appeal within the first few pages.

Nevaeh, who is the Succubus/Devil/Genie of the work, is really a stereotypical wish granter that sees to it that all of the wishes go wrong so that Blake uses them all up as quickly as possible. Then, of course, Blake has to pay for his wishes and Nevaeh, of course, wants to claim his soul. Before that happens, Blake makes a series of vague wishes that just leave himself open to having things go wrong. When he attempts to stop wishing, Nevaeh of course ropes him into making more and on the story goes.

It was, as a whole, an uninspiring series of vignettes that didn’t hold my interest very much. Even when the story arrived at the climax, which takes a somewhat amusing turn, that wasn’t enough. As well, the final part of the story pushed the work directly into ironic and in a sad way that I didn’t care for all that much.

It’s hard to enjoy a story when the main character is really, as a whole, unlikable, the Succubus herself isn’t really interesting at all either, and the overall story just goes from one disaster to another. As hot as the erotica was at times, it couldn’t overcome the basic problem of not caring about the characters and story very much.

All of this is, of course, only my feelings over this work. The thing is that this author has written some really wonderful Succubus themed books in the past and I liked the majority of them. I went into this work expecting to have a similar experience… and didn’t. Overall, the work feels more like a study in what goes wrong when you make a deal with a devil… not one of the Succubi. As such, and thinking about it in that way, it’s clear to me why I didn’t enjoy this work very much.

I’m giving this work two out of five pitchforks.

I just couldn’t find myself caring about any of the characters in the work, and Nevaeh being so very stereotypical in her words and actions made that more difficult still. It’s a shame really, there was some promise, but it didn’t help as much as I had hoped.


Nov 30 2015

Something By TeraS

A very short story this week on the Tale, written last week while I had the joy of having a cold. Still, I have written about sick days before, so I shan’t this … But I will write about something …


By TeraS


One of the happiest moments of Tera’s day comes when she peeks into the Library of the Realm, as she is wont to do. Being that she is the Head Librarian, of course, this means that she does so every day. She wanders the hallways, passes a fingertip over the rows and rows of shelving, regards the collections, the paintings, the many things that make up all of what is, truly, one of her most favourite parts of the Realm.

There is something about just being there, among the knowledge of the universes, that calls to her. It’s the idea that, with the opening of a book, she can discover a place she has never been, a story that she didn’t know. It’s the realization that, by wondering about a painting or a statue, she might discover a thought she had not had before.

Then there are the souls she encounters there. Some do, quite clearly, know they are in a place that is different from the typical library. There is something special about those who curate it, who tend the knowledge there and offer that freely to any that ask a question. Then there are the others, the ones that have no idea how they managed to arrive there, how they found the door, how it led to this place. They wonder about the librarian who calls herself “Tera:” who she is, why there is something about her that calls to them. Some find themselves encountering the truth, to learn who Tera is. Some are more intent upon the book they are searching for. In every case, the events that unfold are as they turn out to be.

Still, there is something about the place that that all these souls find their way to that they all wonder about most of all. It is, in each case, the stories that this ebon-haired woman has to tell, sometimes while her red tail swishes and her red horns glint in the light around them, sometimes not—it depends, really, upon the souls that she is telling the story to.

On this particular day, Tera was sitting in a bean bag chair, sipping at her hot chocolate and thinking about the story to be told that day. It had to be something interesting, for these particular listeners were the most critical of them all. They asked questions, some of them the most amazing, all things considered. Tera found them to be her singular challenge, but also her greatest joy.

She looked at the space around her, noting the pillows scattered here and there, a couch to one side, a few chairs of various kinds scattered about. She brushed a bit of lint from her red sweater, wiggled into the chair a little deeper, and set her mug on one leg of her jeans. While she pondered her red heels, she listened for her guests to arrive, but didn’t yet hear them, though she knew full well she would. She considered hiding her horns and tail, but soon decided not to. These particular listeners didn’t feel there was something wrong with a woman with red horns and a tail. Brushing an errant lock of hair back into place, she realized she still found that particularly gratifying. Oh course, her tail usually was hidden by the chair, so really all they saw were the horns, and those could well be dismissed as simply being a bit of costume flourish by a librarian with an odd sense of humour.

Having all of the time in the world, she wasn’t perturbed by them being a bit late; she knew quite well that they would be distracted by the Library itself, and their chaperones would need some time to gather them up and herd them towards where she was waiting. This always gave Tera a little laugh, and she took another sip of her hot chocolate to hide the bemusement she was feeling at the idea.

Soon however, there was a knock as the first of them arrived, peeking into the room and then ducking back out again. Placing her mug on the floor next to her, Tera called out for them to not be shy, that they were more than welcome to enter. When none did, Tera wondered if there was something wrong, and grew rather concerned. As she got up to see what was wrong, the visitors started to pour into the room, and what had been a quiet place in the library soon was a raucous wall of giggling and laughter. Tera couldn’t help but smile, seeing the young souls flood into the room, their eyes looking about in wonder. Some paused when they looked towards her, as she gave a wave to them all and then asked everyone to get comfortable with her.

There were a lot of new souls who came in, but there were some that she had seen before, as well, they being the braver ones that ran over, hugged her tightly, and then ran off once more. Some of those, of course, were teased by their friends about being in love with the librarian, and some got some pointed looks from their girlfriends. Many blushed and stumbled over an explanation, trying to justify why they did so, but, in the end, all they could say was: “Just wait. You’ll see!”

Soon, though it took a while, things settled down enough that the chaperones could find their own places in the room, for they would never miss Tera telling one of her stories. The Queen raised her right hand into the air and waved to everyone there, and then she told a story about something. What that something was didn’t really matter, or perhaps it did for some there. The story told about something that mattered to her, or perhaps something she had discovered in her life. Perhaps she explained something about the universe, or a bit of a tale about something she had seen. It didn’t really matter what the story was, exactly, just that something was told.

When she finished the story, some had fallen asleep, some were whispering to one another about what she had said, and some looked confused, with questions Tera could clearly see in their eyes. A few of the brave ones were waving their hands wildly, trying to get her attention, to be the first to say something.

Her Majesty, of course, answered every question put to her. Not all of her answers made a lot of sense, but, when a particularly clever soul had a moment of enlightenment, she found that especially gratifying. This went on long enough that she would look at her mug and wonder about getting a refill, but she continued to speak, allowing every soul that wanted to ask something to do so.

Eventually of course their time came to a close and they were all gathered up, to give “Miss Tera” a thank you for sharing her story and her library with them all. As each and every one of them left—the sleepy, the bright, the wondering, the confused—she made sure to hug each and every one as they passed by her beanbag chair. If nothing else, she had given them all something to think about, and, perhaps, in doing so, she would guide them to their futures.

Once they all had departed, she would pick up her mug off the floor, stood up, and started to walk towards her office, intending to put something into her mug to finish off her day.

But, just once, something a little different happened. As she turned a corner, a young girl, one of those that had been listening to her before, was waiting there for her. She scrunched up her nose and looked at the Head Librarian, horns, tail, and all. She seemed to be thinking about something; then she asked, in a small voice, “Are those real?”

Tera knelt down beside her and smiled: “Yes, they are.”

The young soul reached out a hand and touched one of the Queen’s horns, then gave a little poke to the red royal tail. She giggled when, in response, Tera’s tail swished and then darted behind her once more: “That’s cool.”

“I’m rather fond of them myself.”

There was a bit of an awkward silence, then the same young voice with an inquisitive tone: “How did you… get something like that?”

Tera set her mug on the floor beside her: “That’s something of a story. I’m not sure there’s enough time to tell it all.”

From which, a slight pout came: “Aw … Please? Something?”

Tapping her lips, Tera considered. Then she motioned with her hand for the young one to come closer. When she did so, the succubi cupped her hand and whispered softly into the attentive girl’s ear.  This was something that she hadn’t told before, and, this time, what she was telling was very important: a story about what the Queen’s tail and horns meant to her, why they were something.

When Her Majesty had finished, she watched as a flicker of … something … a new something … passed over the young girl’s face: “That’s … something …really something. But … I’m not much of something.”

Tera nodded: “I think my tail knows you’re quite something.”

The Succubi Queen was quite surprised when she found herself being hugged, quite tightly: “So are you.”

As the young girl ran off to her friends, Tera watched her leave, a thought coming as she did …“You learn something every day.”

From across the way, a young red tail, her hair in a ponytail, watched, her hands cupped over her nose and lips, her eyes moist with tears as her own thought came to her … “I learned something that day.

Since the Queen noticed everything, she noticed this, and glanced from the young succubi’s pony tail to that of the departing little girl. First, her green eyes sparkled with recognition; then, they moistened with tears as an important life-circle closed for her. In a moment, she was up and across the room. The two embraced, weeping happily, as horns touched and tails entwined.

In the grand scheme of things, Tera’s stories might help people learn something … but, sometimes, just sometimes, the little somethings caused bigger somethings that even she could never imagine.

Nov 29 2015

A Review of Taken by the Demon by Katie Riddle

Taken by the Demon by Katie Riddle

Taken by the Demon by Katie Riddle

Origin stories about Succubi always interest me. I like to find out about someone before they became one of the Succubi. I’d rather know who they were and why they changed or became than just having them appear in a story with no background or explanation.

The better stories about this, at least for me, are the ones where things turn in a direction unexpected from where the story began. Mix in a bit of humour, some strong characters and it gets better. Perhaps the Succubus need not be selfless, but even then, they can do good…

  • Title: Taken by the Demon
  • Author: Katie Riddle
  • Length: 24 Pages
  • Publishing Date: March 19, 2015
  • This work at

The work tells of:

Chelsea Foster is an average citizen in the grip of a town now controlled by a powerful demon. In order to save her town, she’ll give herself to Molock, a powerful demon who has some extreme demands. He’ll take her offer. And he’ll take her on the town’s stage, in front of the entire town.

A demon takes over a town, makes demands, and eventually a sacrifice is needed. It might save the town, it might not, but Chelsea decides to be that sacrifice. She’s alone in the town, owes the people there in ways she can never repay… or can she?

This is, as a whole, really an origin story and as such I am hoping that Chelsea’s story will continue from here. There is a wonderful story built up through the work, one that’s gripping and holds your attention as things happen. More, watching as things unfold from Chelsea’s eyes makes for a story that has a lot of emotion and history behind it. As well, and what caught my attention, was the little hints that Chelsea was… different. It wasn’t really explained, but here and there the hint was made that she was waiting for something in her life and the events around her seemed to bring her towards that moment.

Chelsea herself is a very complex personality and I liked that because she held the work together from the first moment. Seeing what happened through her eyes brought the story into a very sharp focus, but it also allowed for little bits of dark humour to pop up here and there that just added to the tapestry of the writing. As the story moves onwards towards Chelsea meeting her destiny with the demon, you come to expect the story to go in a stereotypical direction. At first it seems to, the signs are all there, but then it takes a turn and that’s when things change.

As does Chelsea herself. By the end of the work, Chelsea has been transformed, referred to as a Succubus, and isn’t quite the same person that she was at the beginning. It’s never quite clear what the transformed Chelsea looks like, save for a few offhand mentions about fingernails and the change within herself. But the main thing is that she has an attitude that leans towards having done good than being evil and I really like that approach.

After the erotica, the transformation, and the last thoughts of Chelsea as she disappears, there’s a good bit of closure to the story and a last thought about Chelsea herself. It also leaves the way open to Chelsea appearing again in a followup work and I’d like to see that happen. Especially since another character in the work seems like the likely means of doing so.

The story, as I have said, it well told, strong and I enjoyed it very much. The erotica was, at its best, a hot flash with some rougher moments, but when Chelsea transformed and the story turned that unexpected corner, that’s when this work came together for me. I would have liked to have had more time with Chelsea, perhaps a flashback to where she came from, some truth about her other than the story that the town knew about her. It would have been nice to have seen Chelsea in the afterwards, looking back on this moment in her life and making a comment herself about things.

Perhaps there will be a part two. I think she has a lot more story to tell and I hope that happens.

I’m giving this work four and a half out of five pitchforks.

A really good story that builds towards a well told piece of erotica. I liked Chelsea, I really liked her a lot and it would be nice to see what happens to her in the “after”… Somehow I have the feeling that she isn’t, at all, stereotypical.



Nov 29 2015

A Review of Succubus: Book One (Devour) by Simone Evars

Succubus: Book One (Devour) by Simone Evars

Succubus: Book One (Devour) by Simone Evars

There are some characters that, for one reason or another, seem to resist developing through a story. Whether that is their personality, they being in a rut, or simply not seeing that they can be more than they are. they don’t change. Being “ancient” isn’t a good reason of that. It is an excuse.

While this resistance to change can be simply what they are, it doesn’t always reflect who they are. When confronted with, or by, something or someone that gives them pause, there is the chance to change. If they cannot see that, if they only lie to themselves, that doesn’t necessarily make for a better story. Most of the time it only leads to questions.

The work tells the story of:

Qarinah the demoness had things pretty good. Travel, wealth, beauty….And immortality through devouring human souls. When she meets Renard her easy life is upended as her hunger for human flesh is intensified. She comes to the conclusion that if she devours him, she can regain her control.

Qarinah seeks out those that have done evil to women for a price. She has done so for longer than she can remember. An encounter with a man leaves her confused and needing him. But he isn’t what she expects and her hunt for him leads to something unexpected.

At the beginning of the work, it is very hard to like Qarinah overall. There’s little in the way of seduction, of being more than a being that seeks to consume others. Really that is her entire purpose for being and she is very focused upon that. This is made more clear through several encounters where she ends the lives of those that have done evil things and with that comes a certain acceptance of that being how things are for her.

But it is her thoughts, her very cold internal monologue that drives a wedge through most of the story in finding a way to like her. She’s so focused on the hunt and the kill that all else about her is pushed to the background. At least until she meets Renard and she is confronted with a mystery, but also a growing need within her that she cannot understand.

Once past the first encounter, there’s more focus on Qarinah trying to understand herself, her needs, and trying to ensnare Renard over and over again. This works, for the most part, but there is a lot of internal friction within Qarinah that is spoken of, but really isn’t explored. She tries to ignore as much as she can and while that is a valid response, all it accomplishes is to ramp up her needs and confusion.

The final third of the work tells of Qarinah with Renard, he revealing something which shocks Qarinah and forces her to reveal herself. At this point I expected the previous events in the work to come again, but thankfully they do not. The encounter is tentative, unsure for both of them, but once that passes, there is a wonderful heat in the erotica that was missing prior to that point. It is, by far, the most telling part because Qarinah is made to feel. She didn’t before and that was enjoyable and seemed to suggest that her character was developing.

The ending is short, though it does offer some really interesting paths for the series to take going forwards. However, in spite of what happened between Qarinah and Renard, Qarinah herself falls back into herself, returning to who she was before and it was a little disappointing. But there is one point that does give some promise, that being Renard himself, and I think that tells something important.

There are some problems in the work however. It does need at least one more editing pass. There are quite a number of misused words: “you’re” instead of “your” for one. Some of the dialogue is a little clunky, reading that out loud makes is sound wrong. There are also a couple of disconnects with stated facts in the work that I wonder if they are mistakes or are actually plot points. One of these being that Qarinah states that no human could break her skin and yet in her encounter with Renard that happens. As well, Qarinah tells Renard she will kill him, then when he asks to see the real her, she responds that he isn’t going to leave. It just is a bit confusing as she has told him already that he’s “going to die”.

Still, the ending shows promise, there are some really interesting paths to follow, and if the series moves away from Qarinah being a “demon” and instead focuses more on her “changing” or “learning” or even “having what she needs” then I think that will be quite a story to tell. But if all that happens is she falls back into her past and learns nothing, that will be disappointing. There’s more to Qarinah than what she has admitted or accepted. I’d like to see that be.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

In spite of the violence, the blood, and the far too cold aspects of Qarinah’s personality, there’s something about her that offers the possibility of change. I hope, as this is what seems to be the first work in a series, that happens. Having her fall back into what she was before after the encounter and needs in this work would be a waste of things.

Qarinah needs to develop. to be more than what she has been so far. There’s a path to that, an interesting one. Perhaps that can be told. I do hope so.



Nov 28 2015

A cute Lilith Aensland YouTube

Well, actually it isn’t Lilith Aensland as such, it is a character named Kawashiro Nitori cosplaying as Lilith Aensland, and I think she’s very cute. The music is a bit hyperactive, but as a whole I adore the image and, in some ways, I think the music works well here…


And if the video does not appear on the Tale, please try this link.

As well, here is the full image of Kawashiro Nitori cosplaying as Lilith Aensland which I found on Danbooru here.

Kawashiro Nitori cosplaying as Lilith Aensland by Yohane

Kawashiro Nitori cosplaying as Lilith Aensland by Yohane

I just really like the cuteness of this art and, honestly, seeing Lilith like this would be simply adorable I think really…