Oct 15 2015

Succubi Image of the Week 404

I do love latex on Succubi… In truth it is a bit of a fetish for myself… and the Queen of the Succubi as well, but that’s… another story… It’s always wonderful to find a work where the latex is used to effect and if that effect is to make the Succubus herself more seductive… So much the better…

Cherry Red by darkdragoon

Cherry Red by darkdragoon

This work is called Cherry Red and is by an artist on Hentai Foundry called Darkdragoon. You can find the original page on Hentai Foundry with this art here and this artist’s page can be found on Hentai Foundry here.

Oh… and the artist also did a work of this wonderful Succubi wearing black which I adore just as much and I really can’t decide which I love more…

Nix in Black by darkdragoon

Nix in Black by darkdragoon

You can find the original page where I found this work in this artist’s Tumblr page here. It also has the red version of this art as well…

I really love this work as a whole for a lot of reasons… I love the outfit the artist chose for her, it works really well with her pose, body shape, and just seems to be what one of the Succubi would wear. I also like her tail, the swoop is really neat, her horns are a bit large, but not overly so. I like her hair covering one eye, the expression she has is neat too.

And I think her name, which is Nix, is just perfect beyond words…

She’s just a wonderfully sexy Succubi… Which is the most important thing after all…



Oct 14 2015

A cape cannot at all make this costume better

Red Hot Devil CostumeThere are several costumes that keep coming back, year after year. When they do most of the time they appear in slightly altered forms. Adding this bit of cloth or that piece of glitter, in an attempt to make them look better. This does not, at all work.

This is called the Red Hot Devil Costume and it comes with the sequinned dress with a chiffon flowing cape attached with that ridiculous collar and the devil horns the model is wearing. Shoes are not, of course, included, nor is the pitchfork. I’ve found this on several sites and it sells for an average of $35 US.

The cape is, honestly, the worst part of this entire look and that’s saying something as the pitchfork is just awful. But it isn’t part of the costume and so the cape is about the worst thing.

The collar is more vampire than anything else and really what’s the point of the collar, or for that matter, the cape in the first place? I know this costume does not come with a tail, and perhaps it should, because really the cape looks flimsy and worse still… It looks cheap.

The horns are as sparkly as the dress, at least they match, which is something at least. But that’s not saying much and it doesn’t do a lot for this ensemble as a whole.

But it’s sad that the dress isn’t completely sequinned and I think it really should be. There is a version of this dress that was, but it doesn’t appear very often. I just don’t like the look of a partly sequinned dress, it just makes things look unfinished which bothers me.

One and a half out of five pitchforks.

The cape is the first thing to go, then the rest…



Oct 13 2015

A Review of Succubus Prey by Emily Bennice

Succubus Prey by Emily Bennice

Succubus Prey by Emily Bennice

There are a number of ways to take heat out of a story. The simplest of these comes to just making the main character just about totally unlikeable due to their actions, thoughts, or words. While there are stories about succubi that have them be evil, uncaring, even aloof, that isn’t quite so bad when there is the smallest thing that redeems them in some way.

The other way one takes heat out of a story, and I have talked about this recently in another review, is when every other character has a name and yet the main character herself doesn’t have one. Doing so, for me, puts up a wall that’s hard to get through, again, because not identifying with the character in a personal sort of way, takes away something that I enjoy knowing.

This work tells the story of:

Every woman has desires. Sometimes we need men to quell our urges. As a succubus I have a voracious appetite and require several men to feed my hunger. I keep an extravagant penthouse guarded by large men who keep my secrets. I also keep several men, at all times, within my penthouse to feed the starving beast within me. Currently I have three beautiful young men captivated by me and living helplessly within my home. They knew what they were getting into, or at least I led them to believe that they did.

Alas, the three have begun to bore me, so tonight I go out in search of a fourth. The men I’ve kept so far seem to tire far too quickly for my taste. I can feel their energy already waning and none have been with me longer than a month. I need a man with more stamina and carnal appetite. I need a man who can keep up with my needs.

A succubus finds she is bored with her harem and goes to a biker bar to find a new addition. A bit of talking, a little innuendo, and a spark sets the hook. It’s up to her to see if she can land the man that has caught her attention.

A succubus, who is never given a name, doesn’t have horns or a tail as an aside, has a problem. The problem is that she’s bored with her playthings and decides that she needs a new one to fix her problem. Deciding that finding someone new that would resist her would be good and she goes out hunting. She encounters the person she’s looking for, tempts him, makes him an offer and then has her way with him.

The thing is, as much as that concept is a good one, in this case there’s a number of issues that I have problems with. Firstly, the succubus herself is never named. She never refers to herself, those around her never speak her name either. There’s a wall that she has put up around her and in doing so, she starts to become unlikable from the beginning.

The next thing I have a problem with is that she whines about how terrible it is that her harem isn’t doing what she’d like them to do, but then admits that she never has actually told them what she wants to change, but then makes the illogical connection that having yet another playtoy will fix everything. Then things become even more unlikable when she states that when she “tires” of them, she just gets rid of them, and they aren’t the same as they were and she really doesn’t seem to care.

So, into this story, with a main character that I felt nothing for at all, comes an encounter at a bar that leads to a sexual encounter and an offer by the succubus in the midst of what is happening. While there is some heat in the erotica, it is completely doused by the level of dislike that I had for the succubus herself.

She’s too callous, too aloof, too uncaring, that seeing what she does to ensnare her chosen one isn’t so much sexy or seductive as it is… sad. I felt like this entire story happens because she is unable to see her own flaws and come to terms with them. To understand that if she changed her attitude, how she treated others, and simply expressed her wants more clearly, that she would be better off. But that didn’t happen here and so the story loses a lot of the promise that the book summary seemed to offer. Even if that on its own made me pause.

The work is written from the succubus’ perspective and as such her attitude colours every moment and being that her attitude is mainly that of being bored with the world that just erodes the heat in the story.

In the end, after the erotica was past and the story came to a close, I didn’t really care all that much about her, or the one that she met. It’s hard to enjoy the erotica when there’s nothing that brought you to anticipate it, need it, and want to feel what the characters do.

I think making her more seductive, more passionate, would have been a good place to start. Beyond that, a name to connect the reader to her would have been a nice touch as well. Lastly, and, at least for me, more to the point, less of her blaming the world and instead dealing with her own flaws would have been more interesting. Sometimes the fault is no one else’s but our own.

Two out of five pitchforks.

More passion, something more to like about the succubus and a name would give this work a lot of what I felt it was lacking. There is a story here, about the succubus, that I would like to see, if for no other reason than to understand just why she turned into the being that she is.



Oct 13 2015

A Review of Overpowered by Sylvia Parker

Overpowered by Sylvia Parker

Overpowered by Sylvia Parker

Some time ago I reviewed a work called Just This Once by the author Sylvia Parker, and you can find that review here on the Tale. At the time I noted that the appearance of the succubus in that work, named Ubana, was fleeting and as a whole didn’t seem to have any real point to it.

Today’s review is of the second work in this series in which Ubana returned once more. The question I had was, of course, was she going to be more than she was in the first book or was I going to be disappointed once more.

  • Title: Overpowered
  • Author: Sylvia Parker
  • Length: 22 Pages
  • ASIN: B00L5J97R2
  • Publishing Date: June 19, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work is described as:

Anna is taking a relaxing bath when she is interrupted by a knock at the door. Without warning, her door is broken down by Captain Armstrong and four of his Elite Werewolf Guard. Covered by only a towel, she is told by Armstrong that she is wanted for questioning regarding a questionable event in her past.

But before he can extract her from her home, another unexpected guest arrives. Ubana, a powerful succubus, enters the fray and dominates the scene. Captain Armstrong is powerless to stop her as she mind-controls the four massive werewolves which accompany him. Using her magic, Ubana amuses herself by setting the werewolves loose on Anna.

Despite herself, Anna finds that she quite enjoys being… overpowered.

Again, as in the first work in this series, the summary tells just about the entire story of this work, but, the difference is that Ubana the succubus has a much more active and central role in the story. With that comes a good bit of character development and what seems to be driving her in the work.

While that is a good thing, the problem that was in the first work is quite apparent in this one as well. The story reads very much like a very over the top sexual fantasy Dungeons and Dragons adventure in many ways with just about every trope being seen at some point in the story. The majority of the story is taken up by Anna and the werewolves being controlled by Ubana and her cohort which was disappointing considering that the beginning of the story had some promise to be at least better storywise, which it was.

Still, the story comes to a point where the only thing that Ubana wants is to get Anna all hot and bothered which then leads to the sex scenes and, of course, a bit of death and destruction at the hands of a rather stereotypical succubus at that point.

The name Ubana should be familiar to those that had read other works by this author as she has appeared in several other works. Between the two versions, the one in this work is somewhat more palatable in that she isn’t exactly as evil as her other incarnation and she seems to have an actual plan to most of her actions, but there are some things missing still which are disappointing.

There really wasn’t all that much that held my attention plot wise, and honestly there could have been a lot more lead up to the main story and a better ending than there was. The writing is better, there aren’t any glaring errors in the story, grammar, spelling or otherwise, and as such that did make the work a better read.

The erotica was, for me, again rather lukewarm. It’s a lot of mindless sex under the control of Ubana and then her involvement really only serves as a means to push the story towards the conclusion a little quicker than it otherwise would have. Again it seems like the plots got pushed to the side for the erotica which doesn’t add anything to the work for me at that point.

That is a real problem as the story at the beginning, what is revealed and where it could go forwards comes to a halt when Ubana appears. It is an odd comparison between a story with plot, depth and mystery and a lot of mindless sex. Perhaps there needs to be a greater emphasis by the author on more story within the erotica that matches up better with the leading part of the story that takes the reader there.

I’ll give this work two and a half pitchforks out of five.

It is a better work than the first in this series was, but overall the work still read very much like a Dungeons and Dragons adventure hyper sexualized. Comparing this work with the other series that Ubana appears in really puts to the fore that a good character in one series sometimes doesn’t quite make the transition to another well.



Oct 12 2015

Thanks Given by TeraS

It is, at least in this part of the universe, Thanksgiving. Being that it is, and this day tells of family, a short story today that speaks to that most of all … at least to me, at any rate.

To those that I love, so dearly, you have my …


Thanks Given
By TeraS


The day broke upon the Realm with a golden-orange sun peeking out over the Lake of Fire. Overhead, thin wisps of cloud mixed with the light, turning shades of red that—if perhaps only a little bit so—had a familiar shade to them.

It was the fall. The trees had turned colour; shades of orange, red, and brown mixed in with the green that still remained. A crisp wind blew through the trees, making them shift, the occasional few leaves coming loose and fluttering through among the forests, over the paths, and along the boulevards and streets of the Realm while most still slept in their beds, tails entwined with one another, or cuddling with their pets. Of course, some were not so sleepy, for their fun and games were still going on from the night before.

Over near one particular home, a tall, ancient maple tree rustled in the winds, its leaves being shaken this way and that, until, at last, one single leaf broke from its stem and spun off into the winds. It moved this way and that until, pausing above the front steps of the home and fluttering downwards, it rested between two small, rather cute horns that were that familiar red that seemed to be appearing all through the Realm.

As a pair of so-green eyes looked up to see what had landed in her hair, a smile passed over her lovely red lips as she carefully tucked the leaf between her raven curls. Picking up her mug, Tera stood and looked out upon her Realm. After one last sip, placing the mug on the table there, she picked up a small stack of cards and placed them into the pocket of her so-very-familiar red jacket. A brush of her hand over her black fuzzy sweater and jeans, and she was off, her heels clicking on the sidewalks as she made her way.

Her only company as she walked through the Realm was the warmth of the sun, the dew on the grass, and the sounds of the winds flying around her. As she went about her way, she stopped here and there, placing a card in a mailbox here, tucking another into a window there. One pushed through a mail slot in a door, the occasional greeting given to a pet, thrall, or toy. The Queen made many stops that morning, until every card had been delivered, every note was given away, and all that she needed to do, on this day, was taken care of.

The sun had risen to about mid-day when she had completed her set task, pleased with herself for managing to do so and still have time to do the other thing she needed to accomplish. So she continued on her way, stopping to gather things on her list. It was a short list, one that she had learned and held tightly to for this day every year.

It was into the mid-afternoon as she made her way back home, and, along the way, found those for whom she had left cards waiting for her to appear. In each case, she smiled, hugged them with her tail and wished them her thanks and hopes before continuing.

Some asked to help, if she would allow, but, as was her way, she insisted that they look after themselves, their loves and lives, tor their doing so was the gift she cherished the most. That’s not to say that there weren’t some attempts to see what she was carrying, or to ask what she was up to, but, in every case, her reply was the same: a tap of a finger on the nosey nose, a wink, and a simple wish for the inquirer.

She came home in the late afternoon, walked into her home, to her Eternal, and, after pushing him out of her kitchen, set down her package and began the one thing she needed to do to complete the day. Soon there was the sound of something being sliced, of mixers mixing, and, occasionally, a puff of sugar or flour drifting out of her kitchen … which her Eternal would watch from just outside, knowing that this was all in answer to her needs calling to her, and knowing better than to get in the way.

As the sun began to dip towards the opposite horizon from where it rose, the aroma of something being baked came from her home, drifting over the Realm. A familiar bouquet, one that was well known, considering who was baking and what her particular scent was, after all. She rested now, watching her oven, sipping from her mug, and waiting. She brushed a hand through her hair, sure that it was a mess after the day, and stopping when she felt the leaf she had tucked there. Carefully slipping it out, she carried it out of the kitchen and into her private, if small, library.

A particular shelf held a particular book, waiting for her—one with many red maple leaves pressed between the pages, each one with a date written beside it. She added this new one, after which she put the book back and returned to her kitchen once more. The book glowed, slightly, the words on the cover telling of the secrets that the leaves represented.

She expected to see her Eternal in the kitchen, the oven opened, requiring her to tell him to close it again. He was there, smiling, waiting with a knife and a serving plate for her. But there was something more than that. You see, the cards had expressed, to each and every person they were given to, her thanks for being part of her family, her world, and more. They asked if the recipients might, if they wanted to, come visit her home, to share this day she thanked her family with her, also sharing in something she had made for them.

What she didn’t expect to find was that she wasn’t the only one that had been baking that day. There, sitting in the middle, was her own cherry pie, and all around it were all of the cakes and pies you could imagine, each and every one made by each of those that jammed into her kitchen, den, and up and down the stairs, with still more coming in the front door with every moment that passed by.

She smiled, shaking her head and trying to explain to them all that they had no need to, but they all smiled in a very familiar way in return before offering her pieces of their own creations. The day turned to night, the evening carrying the sounds of the mirth, love, and joy within the home that spilled out upon the surrounding lands. Within the home, light came anew, and, without, the night brought out the stars among the wisps of clouds.

The night closed with the last of the creations being enjoyed, hugs shared, and thanks given for always. When all was settled once more, she curled up on her sofa with her Eternal, watching the fireplace and its warm glow. As she drifted off to sleep, comfortable in the knowledge that her thanks were given, she was at peace with herself, for her hope in this day came true.

To give thanks is only part of the story. It is in loving while expecting nothing in return, asking for nothing more, that makes any day when thanks are given and love shared matter most of all.

And, along the way, love always seems to come back, many times over, and that love is sweeter, warmer, and more filling to our bodies and souls than any pie we might imagine …

Oct 11 2015

A Review of The Gender Swapping Succubus by Laurel Greene

The Gender Swapping Succubus by Laurel Greene

The Gender Swapping Succubus by Laurel Greene

One of the most important things about characters in a story is that they have character. A personality quirk, some humour within them. A focus to them, something that makes them stand out in the story.

Another important thing is… their name. To write a story in which a character is called by what they are, and not who they are, tends to have a problem. You cannot just say what they are, as their name, because it makes for some very odd sentences and conversations. Perhaps the problem might be in finding the right name for a character. Perhaps their character is so unique that coming up with a name is impossible.

That doesn’t mean one shouldn’t try.

This work tells the story of:

Saul gets more than he bargained for when he summons a Succubus who promises to make him irresistible to the opposite sex. (Un?)fortunately for him, she gets to decide what the “opposite” of his sex is, and her ability to shift not only her own gender but his as well leads to some certain sexy surprises!

Saul summons a Succubus who, almost instantly, knows what he wants and decides to give it to him. The Succubus has her way with him, soon becoming a she, and things are never going to be the way they were. For the Succubus, that is exactly what she wants of the deal.

The most interesting part of this work is all of the background that is told about the Succubus. In fact, there’s so much more about her than Saul that the work is more about her view of things than anything that Saul says or does. She has the most amazing sense of dark humour that put a period on her personality from the first words of the story. I liked how she was described, how she seduced her way into Saul’s mind, and how thing unfolded.

I thought that how she transformed Saul’s gender wasn’t quite what one might expect, that there was a certain flair to doing so that, again, fit into her personality and goals. There was some subtle, and not so much so, succubus mind control as well that I liked, mainly for when it wasn’t too openly pushed in the story.

The problem I have is a very simple one. The Succubus never has a name in this work. She’ always referred to as “The Succubus” and that got old very fast. By continually referring to her as such, in the moments when this term keeps getting used, and it is a lot mind you, the story loses a lot of what makes it what it is. A darkly humorous tale about a student that really should have known better and a Succubus who is more than willing to take, and give, as a result.

The erotica is of a hot flash nature, but there isn’t really so much heat as there is a focus on the transformation of Saul, how he becomes a she, and then the story abruptly ends with a stereotypical transformation, and a short note about what happened to Saul and what came after when the Succubus came back into his, now her, existence.

I would have liked a better ending than there is, mainly for how abrupt things end and how little of the “after” is told. Much of that could be said to be in who Saul becomes and that there isn’t a lot of story as a result. But there could have been something more than a few short paragraphs to close things out.

The writing is very good, especially the wry humour that threads its way through the story. Really that alone I found to be the most wonderful part of this work. There’s just something about a Succubus that is amused that I do enjoy. I just wish that she had a name.

Three out of five pitchforks,

Honestly, the humour I liked, I thought the Succubus herself was interesting, and along the way there was a story about her that was interesting. But the problem here is that the Succubus not having a name made the story awkward to read, uneven, and at times when knowing her name would have added a lot to the story, it didn’t happen.



Oct 11 2015

A Review of Erotica Lover’s Collection by Glen and Vivian Gilbert

Erotica Lover's Collection by Glen and Vivian Gilbert

Erotica Lover’s Collection by Glen and Vivian Gilbert

Sometimes there are some erotica collections that are… missing something in them. I think in a lot of cases it is a good idea for the summary of the work to be more than a single paragraph if for no other reason than to give a reader a good idea about what the collection has in it beside a short description.

It’s also a bit of a problem when the work itself doesn’t have any descriptions of the stories and they are, as a whole, a series of mysteries to unravel as one reads them. It’s a bit more troubling when, by the end of the work, you find that there is just something… off… about the stories and what they represent. Knowing what to expect, even if a little does I think change one’s perspective as well…

  • Title: Erotica Lover’s Collection
  • Author: Glen and Vivian Gilbert
  • Length: 49 Pages
  • Publishing Date: November 5, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

This collection’s summary is very short:

A collection of fifteen over the top erotic adult fantasy stories. The stories are straight and transgender friendly.

The hardest thing for me in reading this collection was how to approach the entire work as a whole. The summary was so vague and really didn’t give any sort of idea what to expect. Within the collection itself there was no sort of tease or summary of the stories and that I think would have helped a lot in putting this work in some sort of content if nothing else. As the collection is presented, it is a work of mystery in both substance and themes and that brought about an odd situation.

In each story’s case, it was a mystery to read, to find the plot, the characters and try to put the ideas into some kind of mental picture so that the story could be enjoyed more. However, I couldn’t find my way into the stories, to want to see where they were going, to relate to the characters. The writing wasn’t the problem, for that is very good, nor are the characters, because they all have a clear voice to tell their stories. I did not find the erotic parts of the work had a lot of heat or passion to them and I think that had a lot to do with the tone of the stories.

They were, as a whole to me, rather sad and depressingly so. There just did not seem to be much joy, little passion evolved, and the saddest thing of all was that at times the characters in some of the stories read as if they were sleepwalking through the story. There was a disconnect between the story and myself as the reader and that is a shame. I can’t put into words exactly why I felt this way about the work emotionally save to say that I… just didn’t feel anything at the end of each of the stories and the collection as a whole.

There are two stories that have, in some way, sort of a connection to succubi. But that connection is vague and doesn’t exactly come out of the stories very well. It is there, but if you are not aware of the legends about succubi it isn’t exactly in the forefront of the stories. The one story that caught my attention has more of a transition, transformation theme to it which refers to the idea of succubi in a way. Like the rest of the stories in the collection, it did make me pause and consider the story, but the heat in the story wasn’t there for me and the sadness that soaked into the characters and what happens to them is painful at times, but that is part of the story’s core and makes sense… I just didn’t find my way to being part of the story as much as I felt I should have.

The themes in the work are very varied and there is really something for everyone in the collection. The question that any reader will face I think is one of: Does the story work for me? I really do wish that in this case that would have been true for some of the ideas present here.

One and a half out of five pitchforks.

I just am not sure how to approach this collection as a whole. I felt a bit lost, a bit confused, and in a lot of ways I think that might have been the main theme that ran through the collection as a whole. The question of being lost and then being found and what the implications are of that realization. It isn’t the easiest thing to read, at least I found it to be that way, but that does mean one needs to think about the stories in their entirety and what they represent.