Nov 06 2015

A Review of Demon Queen’s Gambit by Dou7g and Amanda Lash

Demon Queen's Gambit by Dou7g and Amanda Lash

Demon Queen’s Gambit by Dou7g and Amanda Lash

For review today, the final, at least for the moment, chapter in the Succubus Temptations series by Dou7g and Amanda Lash. You can find my reviews of the series here on the Talehere, herehere as well as here and here and also here. The previous six works in the series were reviewed herehereherehere and here with the prior work to this one reviewed here.

When a choice must be made, it isn’t about the choice itself, but rather the need to make that choice. Doing the wrong thing for the right reasons is complicated, but even more so is trying to find a way in which you can accept that you did so.

  • Title: Demon Queen’s Gambit
  • Author: Dou7g and Amanda Lash
  • Length: 60 Pages
  • ASIN: B017DTR5X0
  • Publishing Date: October 29, 2015
  • This work at

The story tells of:

Megan the mage, aka the Dark Queen of Demons, her beloved Succubus Kendra, Helen, Lorelei and The Vampire Kiki return for a rematch with the Dryad who has captured and bewitched their friends.

An impossible situation leads Megan and Kendra to make a series of decisions that have consequences. Getting help is a problem when the help isn’t interested. But some deals have power over the affairs of the heart and with that comes a chance, a promise, and a boon. None of which comes easily.

Overall, I think this is the strongest part of the series, mainly because the characters have all come to a point where they have their own needs, desires and goals that drive them onwards. In having that, what transpires in the work fits with each of them, even if sometimes along the way a few things are questioned and wondered about. All of the major characters that have popped up in the series make themselves known and it is the interaction between them all that makes for some quirky and interesting moments. There is some dark humour at times, but also there are some wonderful puns and references that add a lovely flavour to things overall.

Each of the main characters has their moment in the story, some in battle, some in other times. There are some moments when things are shrouded, the end results of decisions made not revealed and that works well towards the climax, the immediate aftermath and then, the gradual telling of the conclusion.

There isn’t an abrupt ending, which I liked in that quite a number of plots and questions were closed and revealed, but at the same time there are several new stories brought into play which offer the promise of more to come. Not really cliffhangers, more of promises, thoughts and the views of many of the characters as to what comes next.

Kendra is still a bit obtuse about many things, but there comes a moment in the work where her own truth is told, even if no one else can see it. Megan on the other hand, finally says exactly what has been on her mind for quite some time and in that comes a decision that has lasting consequences. Phil also reveals something unexpected about himself and that points towards a story I’d like to see appear sometime as well.

The work splits into three parts, the first tells of Megan finding needed things, the middle is her returning for her friends and what their battle with the Dryad turns into, and then the last comes the what comes next. Each part stands on its own well, and how the plans are kept just out of sight until they happen I liked. There is a lot of dialog among the battle, but it doesn’t feel out of place, there are good reasons for it and when they are revealed it makes a good deal of sense.

While the battle takes up quite a lot of the work, the final third is just as important, if not more so at times. The characters are true to who they are, making some difficult choices, but even so, they make them. While there are some serious moments, the puns and the occasional silly bit here and there add something needed as well. Even in the most serious times, there is room for being oneself.

A lovely read, really the best of the series, and well enjoyed. The only thing I wished for really was for Kendra to finally tell her truth. She came close, dearly so, but not quite.  A minor thing perhaps, but after so long with Megan, the need to finally say one simple word, even if that word seems to be impossible… isn’t. Perhaps she will. I think she can.

Four and a half out of five pitchforks.

While this is, in some ways, the end of this series, the doors are open to more tales to come with the laughter, life and more that I have enjoyed throughout. Megan, Kendra and the rest will return, someday and I will be awaiting that day warmly…

My thanks to the authors for sharing their thoughts with me throughout the series and more…



Nov 06 2015

A Review of Closer to Fire by Alexis Reed

Closer to Fire by Alexis Reed

Closer to Fire by Alexis Reed

The first of two works set in the same universe by Alexis Reed today on the Tale, the following work Siren in Stilettos will be reviewed on Sunday. A pair of stories that have two very opposing Succubus characters as the leads in the stories.

War is a terrible thing, and with it comes events that change the course of the world, but also change the lives and loves of many as well. It is also difficult for someone to not know why things happen to them, only that they are different, but not to know why. When the truth comes out, then the question to be asked is… Where do you go from here, and whom will will you trust to take you there? Sometimes there’s more than one person to fill that role…

It tells the story of:

Bane and Darek have simple instructions from their sovereign. Bring in Lily Sinclair. She’s an idana—a succubus—and a threat to their dying species. The two dracambri, powerful dragon-shifters, have Lily’s profile. They know she’s as hot as the inferno in her blood. They know the temptation they will face. Or so they think. Once Bane and Darek get their hands on Lily, she shatters their expectations. Gentle, kind and unaware of her bloodline, Lily is a rarity, like nothing they’ve seen—an angel with the touch of a siren. And unlike the human men Lily’s been evading all her life, Bane and Darek can keep up with her. They can bring her pleasure like she’s never known.

Lily wants to hide herself away and tries to as much as she can. It’s better not to meet others, to remain in the shadows and hold the terrible truth she knows about herself. Enter Bane and Darek who know what Liliy is. But there are complications for all of them and secrets to be revealed. Not all of them are the ones physical, many of them are the secrets of the heart and soul and mind.

I loved Lily dearly in this story, her personality, how she looks at the world and what she seems to know and understand about herself is an interesting thing to watch unfold. There is a moment, a very important one, when she reveals a truth about herself that neither Bane or Darek can believe is true. But it is, and for me, what unfolds from that point forwards is Lily spreading her wings and learning about herself, but also about Bane and Derek. The connection that formed around all of them, how that connects with Lily’s innocence, but also her own strength is really well told and I loved each moment as it unfolded.

Lily wasn’t the perfect Succubus, but then she wasn’t meant to be. Learning about her, about her mother as little is told, put into words the story of a old soul that needs nothing more than someone to love and to be loved in return. When that comes in the story, it’s just a delicious moment and I loved that very much.

There are, to be honest, quite a number of erotic scenes in the work, but they aren’t over the top or ham handled. There’s clearly love in the moments, there are passions and at one point Lily must give control to her lovers and… trust. It isn’t a simple thing, but the D/s relationship that formed in those scenes wasn’t told in a way that dismissed such relationships to being all sex and no passion. That mattered in this work and it helped tell a better story by far.

The work as a whole tells a complete and passionate tale of one woman’s journey from being alone to finding not just her soulmates, but herself. Making that all work, connecting events not seen into a story that revolves around the three main characters was almost perfect. There are some open ended questions I would have liked to see fleshed out more, Lily’s mother Mara Sinclair for one and the other Succubus that appears for a short time, but is talked about very much through the story, Savara.

There’s a huge number of questions about her that aren’t expanded on and what transpired in the time before this work, that’s something that needed to be told. It was in the next work in the series, but that came out long after this work. Savara isn’t like Lily, nor should she be. She’s much more sexual, more powerful and more sure of herself. But she also loves and is loved in return. That relationship was one I wanted to see more of and more of Savara herself.

The Succubi in the story look very much human, there are not horns or tails or wings. But they have a glamour. a sexuality in one case, in the other pure innocence, but in both there is no question of when their love is given, it is for always and without reservation. For me, seeing that being such a part of them just tugged at me and I loved the work for giving them that and not making any of them “evil” as they could have been.

A story with heart, soul, passion and mystery. Characters that are not cardboard or stereotypical. Really everything I look for in a work with Succubi. Just really would have liked to know more about Lily’s past and the world of the Succubi than is told.

I’ll give this work four pitchforks out of five.

A wonderfully told story of discovery. Not just for Lily, but for many in this work. A work that doesn’t tell all of its secrets, but leaves you looking for the answers not told. The next work in the series, Siren in Stilettos, does not tell the future, but rather the past and in that comes the story of Savara and what she did to get where she is.

That’s as powerful a story as this one, but the taste, who Savara is, that’s quite a different thing from Lily and her innocence…



Nov 05 2015

Succubi Image of the Week 407

I have a special place in my soul for images of Succubi with Angels… Some know why that is, and when they see this art I think they will understand why I smiled and adored this art from the moment I first saw the wonderfulness that is shown here…

Succubus by Duridian

Succubus by Duridian

This work is called Succubus and is by an artist on DeviantArt called Duridian. 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.

While the work is called Succubus, I can think of some other titles which would have a lot of meaning to me. It speaks to me in a way that reminds me of one particular Angel with a Pitchfork that I love dearly, always and forever.

When I look at this art, I see something special here. It isn’t a fight or battle, it’s a moment between two souls coming together as one. Yes, they are both wearing armour, and yes, they might have been in battle or preparing before… But in this moment I don’t see a struggle between them… more of an acceptance, an understanding that one needs the other and in that understanding something special comes through…

And that, more than anything, is why I adore this work and smile…

Beautiful detail, wonderful clothing, form, pose and personalities that seem so clearly drawn here. So much to look at, to see within this art and really one of my top five Succubi artworks of the year….

But then… I am somewhat biased in that aren’t I?



Nov 04 2015

A bigger pitchfork doesn’t help this costume at all

Devilicious Devil Lady CostumeHalloween is past, but that doesn’t mean the awful costumes stop appearing. And it isn’t possible, no matter how good the accessory to make a bad costume look better. Although some seem to think that it can…

This is called the Devilicious Devil Lady Costume and it comes with the dress, the sleevelets and the horns the model is wearing. The pitchfork and boots and stockings are not included and the costume sells for $65 US.

As a whole I think the costume reminds me of, in a way, an Octoberfest beer girl corset with a really bad skirt and sleeves. Setting that aside, I don’t think much of the horns, they are far too small really. The costume itself just looks… rushed… i think is the best way to put it. Really the entire look seems to be just that side of trashy and that pitchfork does nothing to make things any better.

Thinking about this further, I suddenly see this being more of a Devil Pirate costume than anything else, so then the question is, does that work in this case?

To make that work, really all that would need to happen would be to find a sword really. I’m not sure that it would be that easy for people to figure out what you were, but as this costume really could be just about anything if there were no horns, it might not be that much of a stretch of imagination to get there.

I don’t really like this costume as a whole, there are better.

One and a half out of five pitchforks.

It would be nice if this costume could make up its mind or I could about it…



Nov 03 2015

A Review of Imprisoned by Incubi by Ashley Knott

Imprisoned by Incubi by Ashley Knott

Imprisoned by Incubi by Ashley Knott

A review of the first work in a series called Escape from Hell House in which there are quite a number of Incubi appearing. At the time of this review, a second work in the series had not appeared and I have some mixed feelings about that.

There are those that call out in need. They desire, need, whisper and moan towards sating what cannot be within them. If one cannot turn away, if there is no where else to go, are you willing to give up all you are for the sake of what they desire… and are you the one that desires them more? Or is it all a game and you are but a pawn within?

The story tells of:

Lori is an American student backpacking through the Scottish Highlands. When a car accident, bad weather and the approaching nightfall leave her stranded, she takes refuge in an abandoned manor house.

Little does Lori know the house is infested by incubi: demonic spirits who feed off sexual energy! These incubi are starving, and Lori’s their prisoner. She needs to think of a way to escape, but until then, she has to feed them, and that means she will be taken by multiple demons in the most pleasurable ways she’s ever experienced…

Lori decides to go off on her on, having no real destination in mind. A car accident, a long walk through the Scottish weather, and she finds herself at a long abandoned manor. A night of sexual dreams turn real as the world around her is reshaped by those that need her. A struggle for control and what comes after means Lori has a choice to make. Or is that as much an illusion as what she sees, or is it as well as what she feels and cannot escape?

While the majority of the work is solidly focused upon the erotic, what Lori is feeling as the Incubi surround, touch, and then use her in all sorts of ways, there is a fair bit of story leading to that. While there is but a passing note about who Lori is, her past, and why she decided to go off on this adventure, the story behind why the Incubi are where they are, what they intended to do, even their names are a mystery. It is odder still when there isn’t one sort of Incubus, but many different kinds, with their own looks, needs, and actions.

The work is very much male, or rather males, plural, dominated, and at times this is very over the top, pressing towards the hyperbolic in nature. The moments of seduction pass very quickly and when Lori shows some resistance to the Incubi, it is rather sad how they seem to turn into something akin to bratty, demanding children that take their toys and leave Lori to suffer for her choices. It was disappointing because I don’t think it needed to turn in that direction, to be so clear about what the Incubi were really like, or seemed to be, and what Lori would have to consider going forward.

The choice of resisting and perishing in the moment, or giving in allowing herself to be used as they want and then losing herself to them I think needed to be more telling in the work. The choice is made far too quickly, the outcome even quicker still. The sense I had was that the story needed to be pushed aside quickly so that the erotica could return and the story could drive towards its conclusion.

The work ends on a cliffhanger, and in a lot of ways it is unsatisfying considering what Lori goes through, what the Incubi are doing and how Lori is reacting to them. The story ends far too soon, in the middle of thought and feeling overwhelming that. Story didn’t matter in the last page or two, but I don’t think there was any way to bring the story fully back considering what Lori was going through in that moment.

The work is well written in its descriptions of Lori’s feelings and what she perceives is happening to her. There isn’t much in the way of character development, and while there is some story being told, it pales to the erotica that the work mainly focuses on. More about the Incubi, more about why things are, and it would have been a better start to a series. As this is, it resembles a slightly extended hot flash with a smattering of plot.

Three out of five pitchforks.

The mix of suggested horror and very strong erotica is unique and there were some heated moments that I did like. However once over the edge, when things turned more towards the horror and less the heat I found it a somewhat difficult read. There should be more to this story, the title well suggests that, and I’d like to see where things go. Cliffhangers are what they are, but as well, they offer some promise. I hope the author finds the story they wish to tell among the heat and horror that awaits.



Nov 03 2015

A Review of Craving by Lilith Lo

Craving by Lilith Lo

Craving by Lilith Lo

Many times the wordplay between two characters is more than just words. There is meaning hidden in the words, kept at bay, held close but still shown if one looks for it… If they dare. There sometimes is a veil that hangs over their meaning, the moment they share, what, in the end, the moment transpires to be.

While that can make the story hotter in the erotic telling, it can also serve to shadow what otherwise is hard to see. To make it more ambiguous. unclear. That, in the end makes for something that is, as a whole, a lessor story for the promise in the beginning.

  • Title: Craving
  • Author: Lilith Lo
  • Length: 12 Pages
  • Publishing Date: December 11, 2014
  • This work at

The story tells of:

Serial killers have feelings, too. Gentry has been on the hunt for such vile humans for centuries. Finally, he closes in on one of the most prolific killers he’s ever hunted. Only, fate has something more in store for him and instead of reigning in Evil, he becomes enslaved to it.

Gentry holds in his arms Beth, a woman with a secret and a past. A long one that holds things that he never realized she could be. Words are shared, temptations are offered and in the moment when he knows the truth, the real Beth appears and holds him fast… and forever.

The work reads very much like an intimate scene held between two lovers that are dancing around a series of questions which seem almost innocent at first. However, as the story progresses the darkness behind the words starts to creep in and make itself well known. While that is present, it is muted by the passions between Beth and Gentry and what they offer to each other, or resist as they can.

The dialog continues on in a kind of dream-like state, the two groping their way through the words, the touches, the passions that slowly burn between them. For the most part, Gentry seems to be in control, leading the way, his path sure. That is until the tide very subtly turns and Beth’s read nature and power come to the fore and what she seems to be emerges from the shadows.

For all intents and purposes, Beth is a Succubus, it’s quite clear from her actions, how she wraps Gentry around her finger, how he feels and knows when she takes from him. While he is a vampire, he cannot find a way to resist her, not that he ever could, and from what little hints about Beth’s past are given, and what she has done in the moments before in this story, it’s clear that what Beth seems to be isn’t what she is. After all, one of the powers of a Succubus is to be a chameleon. Beth’s quite good at that.

While the heat in the story is well done, the main problem I had was that the work tended to drag at times, seeking the next moment, the touch, or words, that needed to come next. I think a great deal of my feeling lost in the story was that the story begins in the middle of things, the two characters obviously having been entwined for a time before. Dropping into a story like this is a bit jarring and as such it’s hard to gain one’s footing in the story and process what is going on.

The work is very short, very condensed and as such when the reveal comes things move very quickly to the next moment and when the ending comes it is a bit unsatisfying in nature. There is a “after” which isn’t seen that reflects the beginning which isn’t either. Both would have, I think, given a lot more to this work as a whole and I would have liked it more than I do.

Three out of five pitchforks.

Really the work is a moment, a scene, a passing exchange that is wrapped up with innuendo undone and incomplete. I don’t mind stories that leave you guessing, but sometimes it’s better to give the point to the story instead of letting it be hidden and guessed at. More story about these two characters I think would have made this more than it is.



Nov 02 2015

Not Going By TeraS

It is two days past Halloween now, of course … but that doesn’t mean that I don’t have one more little Halloweenish story to tell.


Not Going
By TeraS


“I’m not going.”

“You are such a stick in the mud, Vicky. Honestly, get your nose out of your books and live a little! It wouldn’t kill you to have a good time.”

The argument was one that the two roommates had every year on Halloween since they were put together. Roxie was the wild girl: flame red hair, the kind of body that looked good in anything she wore, a personality that people gravitated to. Vicky was the book worm: chestnut hair, pale skin, never wanting to go out, happier to wear baggy clothes and hide behind Roxie’s stunning personality.

At this moment, Vicky was sitting on their couch, flipping through the television channels and looking for something to watch other than what seemed to be an endless stream of horror movies. Roxie was all dressed up for a Halloween party that was going on two floors above; she going for a devilish angel look as a whole. That did, Vicky had to admit, work, considering the green horns in her red hair, the white robes that almost looked like they were painted on her curves and the pair of fairly-decent looking angel wings that were strapped to her back.

She heard the sound of Roxie’s heels coming up from behind and then she caught Roxie’s scent—strawberries, no less: “Look, I’m not going. There’s nothing you can do to make me.”

The purr of Roxie’s voice against Vicky’s ear made her tremble: “It’s Halloween. Come on … please? I promise: when I’m done with you, no one will recognize you.”

Vicky shook her head: “No, Rox … Not gonna … I …”

The rest of Vicky’s words were lost as Roxie traced a fingernail against the nape of Roxie’s neck and purred: “Be a little naughty … please? I have your costume.”

A shiver came with: “Nnnoo, Rox. Don’t care. Don’t wanna.”

Vicky thought “That’s it, Roxie will back off,” when she heard the clicking of heels. But then Roxie walked around and blocked Vicky’s view of the television before taking the remote and turning it off. Leaning down to put the remote on the couch, she treated Vicky to a view down Roxie’s top, showing that she was completely naked underneath the robes.

“Okay! If you aren’t going to the party, then neither am I.”

Vicky blinked: “But … you’re all dressed up for it!”

Roxie smiled one of her thousand watt ones, her blue eyes sparkling: “This? Oh, this is nothing.”

Vicky started to answer, but Roxie put a single red tipped fingernail on Vicky’s lips: “See, what I want for my treat … is you.”

Vicky blinked again. Roxie wanted her? She thought about that as she looked towards Roxie’s smile and her lovely sky-blue eyes. She did have a crush on Roxie—had one for a long time, but never did anything with it. Mind you, the middle of the night pleasures she had thinking about cuddling with Roxie, nibbling her skin, spooning with her … those were the source of many hours of wonderfully hot little orgasms.

Vicky swallowed, and then put a hand on Roxie’s, moving it away: “What … What do you mean?”

Roxie stood up straight and flipped her hair over her shoulder: “I mean that, once a year, I can have a treat. I want you. All of you.”

Vicky didn’t know what to say and, as Roxie started to undo her robe, she found that she rapidly lost her train of thought, far more interested in what Rox had to say and what she was doing.

The robe loosened, then was pulled back over the redhead’s shoulders, revealing smooth, tanned skin, the straps of her angel wings now visible. “See, today is Halloween, but it is also an important day where I come from.”

Vicky knew that Roxie was from somewhere else. They never really talked about it, but she said it was a wonderful place and she was planning on going back there someday—something about being involved in the family business or something.

Again, Vicky’s thoughts were derailed as Roxie shimmied her hips and the robe fell off her shoulders and she caught the material just below her bosom, right above that sexy curve of her waist and that cute belly button that Vicky had dreamed of swirling her tongue around.

“We’re allowed, by our Queen, to pick the one thing we want on this day, and …”

Vicky drew her tongue over her lips as Roxie allowed the robe to fall over her hips and then pool about her red sky-high stripper heels. She felt the flush, she knew her skin was turning colour as she looked, for the first time, at Roxie in the nude. She was a dream. Vicky had fantasied about this moment, how Roxie would look, smell, taste, but seeing it all in the flesh took her breath away.

“… reveal ourselves to them. I’ve wanted you a long time, baby. I’ve dreamed about rubbing against you, licking you, caressing your skin.”

Vickie whispered: “I … I’ve wanted you. But … never thought you wanted me.”

Roxie slipped a finger underneath one of the straps holding her wings, tilting her head to the left as she did so: “I know. All you had to do was tell me that you wanted me, too. So many nights I have listened to you moan in your dreams, that look you have in the morning when we brush past each other. Goddess, Vickie … I could smell you.”

Somehow, learning that Roxie knew everything didn’t upset her. The trickle of arousal had now become a lava flow between her legs, and Vicky started to rub her thighs together, trying to distract herself, closing her eyes as she did. Roxie’s wings falling to the floor with a thump brought her attention back to where it should be: looking into Roxie’s eyes.

Roxie leaned forwards again, placing her hands on Vicky’s thighs, the touch making her quiver as goosebumps erupted over her skin. She felt Roxie’s fingernails scraping lightly on her thighs and then parting her legs gently. Vicky wished the she was naked … and then realized something …

… she was.

Roxie kept looking into Vicky’s eyes as she kneeled between her partner’s legs on the discarded and forgotten Halloween costume. Roxie was only wearing her red horns, and they were gleaming in the light.

“See … I have a secret, love. One you can be a part of.”

Vickie trembled as Roxie’s fingers moved up the inside of her thighs and then stroked highly over her now bare, wet, and open folds. Her voice was somewhere between a moaning, pleading, and need: “Wha– … Geez, Rox … Wha– …”

Roxie smiled and then she focused her attention away from Vicky’s eyes. As Roxie’s lips and tongue slithered over, into, and about, Vicky clutched at the couch, trying to hold onto something, but she couldn’t find anyplace to anchor. When the ersatz angel touched her clit, she thrashed about, melting in pleasure, her hands moving wildly before taking hold of Roxie’s horns…

… Roxie’s now larger, the-perfect-size-to-hold-onto-while-she-was-being-eaten-out, horns.

They didn’t move—they seemed to be attached to Roxie’s head—and when Vicky could finally look to see what was going on … well, that’s when she saw the long, green, heart-tipped tail, moving slowly behind her new lover. She following the tip down to where it met Roxie’s body, just above her sexy heart-shaped ass.

A thought came to Vicky: “That tail is real. The horns are real. But …”

Her thoughts were derailed by one of Roxie’s fingers slipping against her clit, teasing her. Vicky couldn’t move, didn’t want to, and, while she was experiencing everything she wanted in her dreams, Roxie’s voice continued to explain: “See … I’m one of the Succubi, and I want you.”

A lick—God …Goddess … whatever, her tongue was long. “You want me, too, so … you are my treat.”

Vicky felt one of Roxie’s hands moving up her waist, the succubi’s nails scratching lightly before she cupped a breast and then pinched the brunette’s nipple gently.

“Just say ‘yessss.’ That’s all you have to do.”

Vicky wanted this, so desperately so. She wanted to be entwined with her, be with her, needing her as much as Roxie needed her in return. The answer came from deep within, filled with need and want as much as passion and desire.

“Oh Gods, Rox! YES, please!”

Roxie purred like a cat that had a bowl of cream to enjoy as her tongue went back inside. The screams that came from their apartment throughout the night were luckily drowned out by the sounds of the party two floors above, the party that they never went to, for theirs was better.

As the old clock in the hallway chimed midnight, two lovers were laying on a soft rug between their television and their couch. One had horns and a tail, the other didn’t. One was titian, the other was a brunette. The one thing that was the same about them, however, was they were in love, their secrets now open to each other, and their fantasies made real on this day.

They weren’t going anywhere. They didn’t need to.

They had found each other on the Night of Souls.