Aug 28 2015

A Review of Seducing the Succubus by Felicity Silver

Seducing the Succubus by Felicity Silver

Seducing the Succubus by Felicity Silver

Occasionally I come across a story which has as a character a Succubus that I find very interesting. They have personality, drive, but most of all, there is something about them that catches my attention and holds me to the story to see where it takes them.

I want to know more about them, their past, how they see themselves and others. If they have more than just the stereotypical view of the universe, or if, as a chance, the universe has something to teach them. But then the question is if anything really changes when that comes or they do…

  • Title: Seducing the Succubus
  • Author: Felicity Silver
  • Length: 23 Pages
  • Publishing Date: October 22, 2014
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The work tells about:

The art of seducing is the Succubus’ job. This Succubus is about to get a surprise when she becomes the seduced.

Halloween approaches, and the Succubus Cassandra is forced to work instead of play with her Master. She reluctantly finds herself among sweaty, awkwardly moving humans. She must find a human to suck the libido from so she can resume her night of fun with Master. Years of practice enable this self assured Succubus to complete this task in mere moments. Until Markos.

Markos and his dark olive skin cause Cassandra to prickle with excitement. His beefcake body stuffed into a tiny, slutty, female devil costume. Her lust is ignited for this simple human. Simple he is not, as he manages to seduce the Succubus, rather than the other way around. Cassandra forgets about her mission, and her Master, submitting instead to Markos for the night.

Cassandra is a Succubus, one of, if not the best. On Halloween, when she expects something special, she is sent to Earth to claim a soul, just one. She finds one, but then discovers that not all those she seduces are seduced. Some are adept in seducing her as well.

This work is a bit more than a hot flash in that while a good part of the story revolves around Cassandra’s seduction and she facing her own seduction in return, there is a lot more than that told. While there isn’t much said about who she was before she became a Succubus, her life as one is told in quite a lot of interesting detail that I enjoyed. She doesn’t have hooves, thankfully, and her appearance is seductive beauty rather than something more evil in nature. But she is, just slightly, stereotypical in her need to take souls, to be evil, and some of her attitude is a bit callous at times.

Much of the story is told from her perspective and that gives quite a different expectation as the story moves from arrival to encounter, entrapment, and, finally, seduction. Cassandra is very seductive as a Succubus, being that it is Halloween, it’s amusing to hear her thoughts about this time of the year, how she feels about it, and more what it is like for her not to have to hide herself away from those around her.

When the work turns toward erotica, there isn’t any urgency to tell that part of the story. The tapestry of seduction is woven around both Cassandra and Markos in a way that works really well. Cassandra tipping over the edge into submitting to Markos is very hot and her thoughts as they play games with each other I did enjoy very much. Eventually the climax comes, both for them and for the story, and it felt a bit rushed at the end. I think there should have been more of the “afterwards” told when they had their moment than there is.

Which then brings me to the close of the story. Who Markos is, the twist in the story, is very well done and I though it was hidden very well to the end of the work. But with that reveal comes a series of questions, none of which are really answered, which is a shame.

While the work tells a full story, I do feel like there is quite a lot that isn’t told, left open, and in that I felt somewhat disappointed. I like story with my erotica and this work had a lot of story to tell and much of that was told… I just feel like there is something missing… It could well be that there is a part two to come, which would make some sense… We’ll see.

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

While the story was unique, Cassandra I found to be one of the more interesting Succubi I have read, and the erotica was very hot and passionate… it is much too short for all of the promise that the story began with. The work plays with some ideas and concepts that I would have liked to see expanded on, stories told, and more. But it wasn’t and that’s the bigger shame.

There’s more in this work than a hot flash and it would have been good to see that… sometime…



Aug 27 2015

Succubi Image of the Week 397

A very sexy image of a Succubus this week on the Tale that I found some time ago… I’ve always thought that for Succubi to be sexy does not mean that they have to be nude. If they have a look, a pose, and a style that works for them, the sexy comes along with the seductiveness…

Louder, Louder. by Paper-Plate

Louder, Louder. by Paper-Plate

This work is called Louder, Louder. and is by an artist on DeviantArt called Paper-Plate. You can find the original page on DeviantArt with this work here and this artist’s page can be found here as well.

I really like her quite a lot, though I will admit that I wish she had a tail. I can imagine it curled around her legs and waving for you to come closer to her. A very strong character in her expression, pose and form as well, which I like and with that her outfit I think works very well with her body shape.

Her wings remind me a bit of Morrigan Aensland in a way, which is probably why she doesn’t have a tail. I also like her hair and how her horns meld into the colour and texture. From her expression and pose, I would think she’s a fairly dominant character, again, something that I like in Succubi.

A lovely piece of Succubi art and it tells a lovely story all on its own…



Aug 26 2015

It’s SuperDevil…. not.

Fierce Flame Sexy Devil CostumeOne of the things that I have, I admit, thought about as a costume is a sort of superhero Succubi thing. Now I’ve never been able to work out something that looks sexy, isn’t silly, but has that “thing” about it that makes it work. That doesn’t mean of course that someone hasn’t tried… sort of.

This is called the Fierce Flame Sexy Devil Costume and it comes with the metallic mock neck bodysuit with contrast flames and the gauntlets. The boots are not included and it sells for $79 US. Adding the boots would send the price of this costume to $150 US.

I notice that there aren’t any horns, nor a tail with this costume and as such I think it’s a really lame attempt to stick a devil tag onto what otherwise is a rather unimpressive superhero costume.

Just because a costume has some flame sewn onto it does not, at all, make it anything like a Succubus costume, nor a devilish one for that matter.

There is a certain kitsch to this mess I suppose and perhaps it will be appealing to someone, but for myself I just can’t see this working at all. Even adding a set of horns, or a pitchfork for that matter, probably would result in having to answer questions about just what exactly you are supposed to be?

There has to be some sort of way to create something in a superhero theme that isn’t a compete disaster like this is. Thinking about this a moment, it probably would work with something as simple as a black corset, skimpy bikini bottom, thigh high boots and a pair of horns… I’m sure that particular idea tells some that follow comic books exactly which well known character I am thinking of… But it isn’t this thing.

Zero pitchforks out of five.

Not even close to a devil costume and so far away from being one of a Succubus that it isn’t worth mentioning…



Aug 25 2015

A Review of Summoning the Demon Succubus through the Power of Orgasm: An Erotic Fantasy by Aaron Sans

Summoning the Demon Succubus through the Power of Orgasm: An Erotic Fantasy by Aaron Sans

Summoning the Demon Succubus through the Power of Orgasm: An Erotic Fantasy by Aaron Sans

Some short stories bother me more than others do. What I mean by that is a story begins, the characters are drawn together, and the story becomes very interesting. But then, quite suddenly, everything climaxes, in more ways than one and the story ends far too soon.

It’s more bothersome when the hint, and a bare one at that, of who the Succubus on the story could be is limited very much to a few lines… and when she is one that I like, even with hooves? That is very frustrating to me…

  • Title: Summoning the Demon Succubus through the Power of Orgasm: An Erotic Fantasy
  • Author: Aaron Sans
  • Length: 8 Pages
  • ASIN: B00ERV11VK
  • Publishing Date: August 24, 2013
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The work tells about:

Johan and Alexa are put into a dangerous position where Johan must go on a quest to seek help for his tribe. Alexa volunteers to be an avatar for the summoning of a demon protector, which requires the use of sex and orgasms to fully awake the beast and bend the demon’s will to his. This might be a fun journey after all.

The summary here is a little bit off. Johan is a warrior of the North and he must leave on a quest to find help for his people from an invading army. In order to do so, his wife Tarja agrees that she will become the vessel for a demoness to inhabit. The die is cast, the summoning made and Tarja is possessed by Alexa, who Johan must tame.

There is much to like in this short work… Johan and Tarja’s relationship and goals for what they are going to do are made clear, the shaman who helps them pushes the story along, and very shortly we see Tarja possessed and transformed into…. Alexa.

Alexa is, quite simply, a Succubus as far as I am concerned, though there is a second one mentioned for an instant before the transformation occurs in the story. She appears with black wings, horns, and chalk white skin… and hooves. Save for the hooves I rather liked the description of her and it was interesting to see her personality as compared with what Tarja’s was previously.

What follows is Johan’s domination of Alexa, physically and sexually, and at the point where that story ends… so does this work. That is a shame really because it is a very good opening to a longer story… but it isn’t there to be seen. I would have liked to know more about the whys and hows of the story, how things link together and so forth. But instead all that does not come, though both Alexa and Johan do.

Besides the shortness of this work, the one other problem is a need for editing, there are several word mistakes made: lead for led for one. There is also an odd disconnect between Tarya being in the ceremony and Alexa in the other world being summoned that was confusing and unclear. It tripped me up and took me out of the story as I tried to understand just what was happening.

In spite of the shortness and the few writing stumbles, it really would be a solid beginning to a much longer work. One that I at least would like to see sometime…

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

It is really an interesting beginning to what might be an even better story. The characters are there, the quest is clear, and the costs are as well. It is a shame that the author didn’t continue the story from where they ended it. Still, should another work appear in this universe I will be looking for it….



Aug 25 2015

A Review of Redneck Succubus: Queen of the Trailer Park by Beatrice Evenmorne

Redneck Succubus: Queen of the Trailer Park by Beatrice Evenmorne

Redneck Succubus: Queen of the Trailer Park by Beatrice Evenmorne

A short time ago I reviewed the first work in a series called Redneck Succubus here on the Tale. You can find that review here if you’d like to see what I thought about it and what I hoped the next work might be.

I will admit that I went into this, the second work in the series, not expecting too much considering how the first work ended, how the main character’s personality changed, and what she did over the course of the story.

Still, there is more of Krissy’s story to tell, good or bad, and perhaps there might be something within the story that makes it better as a whole.

  • Title: Redneck Succubus: Queen of the Trailer Park
  • Author: Beatrice Evenmorne
  • Length: 23 Pages
  • ASIN: B013O7UYS8
  • Publishing Date: August 9, 2015
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The work tells the story of:

After being transformed into an impossibly sexy, and deadly, succubus, Krissy has taken the first step toward her revenge by killing her sexual rival, Jo Anne, but not without having some steamy fun with her first. Killing her is not enough, however, she wants to destroy Jo Anne’s good girl reputation. So she decides she’s going to have a lot more sexy, wild fun with the town drunk right on his porch, all while disguised as Jo Anne.

After that, it’s time to lure in her primary target: Larry, her cheating, good-for-nothing boyfriend. How will she do that? By seducing his mom, of course.

Krissy is seeking revenge, and in order to do so she’s killed one person and now she’s going to have her way with one and change another. Revenge is a complicated thing when you are a succubus you know.

Overall, there’s a slight change in this work and that comes from Krissy realizing that her personality is changing, turning towards all sort of evil thoughts. She is aware of this, makes reference to it, but doesn’t do anything about it. She’s more interested in continuing her revenge in any means she can and, as such, that carries this work along.

While it wasn’t clear in the first work, she has killed one person, that being shown not just by the summary, but a scene in the work that leaves no question to what she’s done. There’s not much reaction to that from Krissy, and it seems like she cares less and less as things proceed onwards. Save for one moment when a character tells her a secret and Krissy changes her mind about continuing to kill others, at least for a moment. This leads to the transformation of another character which I felt worked well in comparison with Krissy’s actions in the first work.

This decision leads to a well told transformation, a piece of erotica that was not quite a hot flash, but slightly better than the erotica in the first work was. Along with that scene comes a slight change in Krissy, if for no other reason than she realizes there are other ways to have revenge on another.  Because of this, there’s a little bit of character growth in her, but by the end, when she works her revenge on her ex-boyfriend, a lot of that vanishes again.

Taking this as Krissy being influenced by the demon, or succubus, that she has within her, that makes some sense and works for the most part. The work is a lot more focused than the preceding work was, allowing Krissy’s thoughts to turn more towards what’s happening to her and how to deal with that. It opens an interesting plot, as to who’s life is it now, and where things go from here.

The work ends on a minor cliffhanger, but mainly sets up Krissy’s continued trail through the trailer park. Getting to that point takes a sidetrack, an encounter and a brushoff. But there is the beginnings of a story around the revenge in itself that should, I think, make things better going forwards. Or at least I hope it does.

Two out of five pitchforks.

There seems to be another work in the series to come, based on the ending. As things became slightly better and more interesting in this work, I hope the next will continue that going forwards. Perhaps Krissy will discover that having isn’t everything. You still might lose it all.



Aug 24 2015

Shoreline by TeraS

A gift, a hope, a bit of dream for the one that is my Song…


By TeraS


For the one called Love and she knows that to be always…

There is a place called the In-Between, a realm that lies between that which we know to be the real and what we wish it might be. It is a kind of shoreline, a place where the foam of the surf churns and splashes, making little bubbles of shared reality that some who dream can slip into.

The journey into one bubble begins with a simple red ribbon … or perhaps not such a simple one at that. This ribbon is a particular shade of red … a reflection of the red of a particular sinuous tail, a particular pair of small horns, a certain sort of lipstick that adorns a particular gentle smile. This ribbon is wrapped around a tall mirror set in a gilded frame, but it does not reflect the one that looks quizzically into it. There are shimmers of green in the mirror, like those of a pair of so-green eyes that hold love and affection always, waiting patiently.

She stands there, wondering about the mirror, about the ribbon. Her long blonde ponytail lies upon her bare skin, tickling, as if to divert her attention from the mirror and the ribbon, but, in spite of this, she steps a little closer, to see better. She nibbles her lovely, pink-shaded lips, thinking about the ribbon, how it tells of the one she calls “Goddess:” of her devotion, love, and need, simmering within her in the moments between being with her.

She is called “Love.” Not the love that many know, that some can say they have an idea of. She is the Love of the Goddess. The thought makes her tremble slightly, a shiver passing through her as goosebumps begin to dance over her skin.

Love traces her fingertips over her skin, dipping a fingertip around her navel, before caressing herself lightly, straying, building her heat and desire to be with her Goddess from the simmering that is with her always. Closing her sparkling blue eyes, she imagines being with her Goddess, enraptured by her, spooned against her in devotion. She nibbles her lip, stifling a little moan, noticing a certain heat passing through her core. She imagines being held, knowing the everlasting affection that Goddess has for her, wishing that, for a moment more, she could be held in the arms that desire while Goddess is unconditionally, completely caring only about Love.

A thought comes to her, a naughty little smile causing her lips to tremble a little. Hesitantly, she reaches out a hand to the ribbon and tugs at the end, unravelling it, separating the ribbon from the mirror. She opens her eyes, expecting that Goddess would be standing there, the ribbon pulled, the gift unwrapped.

But no. The mirror has changed, now reflecting her within it. She sees herself now, sees herself as Goddess sees her: fetching, lightly;bronzed skin, still warm from where the sun had kissed upon her, while she had been serving Goddess. The ribbon is held in her right hand as she rubs it, the feeling of silk against her skin. She sighs as the ends tickle over her curves, drape against her areolae, now becoming little hardened points that press into slim, silken fabric. One end encircles her, winding around her leg, caressing her inner thigh, a little shiver of pleasure and surprise as the edge comes close, but does not touch, her clit. A gasp as the other end of the ribbon comes over shapely rear, rubbing against her skin, almost like the light touch of a hand.

A shiver makes her blonde ponytail sway behind her; a smile comes as she remembers that Goddess mused that it was an echo of herself, she knowing exactly what her Goddess meant by those words. She takes in her entire form, dedicated to her Goddess, and smiles once more.

She takes the ribbon and gathers it up before taking it over to her bed and laying it there. The ribbon now drapes over the bed, a splash of red against the golden sheets that shimmer slightly paler in comparison the red of her Goddess.

Love closes her eyes once more and, as she is allowed, makes a silent appeal for this moment, in this place at this time. A wish for a moment, a touch, the expression of her Goddess’ will. She focuses all of herself upon that desire and need, asking for a boon to be given for this moment. She opens her eyes, unsure if her wish will be given. Her eyes open wider, a gasp escapes her, a joyful smile dances over her lips.

Goddess is there, reclining upon the bed, her raven hair wild and tempting, her so-green eyes sparkling joyfully in seeing her Love there with her, her tender red lips in a gentle smile. Goddess beckons to Love, tilting her head to the right slightly, revealing that she wears that red ribbon around her shapely throat, as if she were a gift to be unwrapped.

Love pauses, for a moment, unsure. She serves Goddess—that is what she needs, desires, lives for in all things—not the other way ‘round. The moment is broken as Goddess opens her arms and gestures with her fingertips for Love to come to her Goddess. She slips into the bed, over the sheets and kneels there, just in front of Goddess, lacing her fingers together, her head bowed down slightly. She shivers, holding back a whimper of need, to touch, to submit, to give of herself.

Goddess touches Love’s cheek, the bed moving slightly as she moves to do so. The touch becomes a caress, then a cupping of that cheek. There is the scent of cherries now, her heat becoming damp. She parts her lips, to wet them with her tongue, but instead feels the touch of soft luscious lips against her own. A light nibble, a touch of their tongues together, the pressing now wet and slippery, soft moans of delight escaping her. The kiss is forever, and, at the same time, it is but a few precious moments. Not a word is spoken; there is no need for them. Her eyes flutter as Goddess hesitantly moves away, their lips moving apart, a last touch of their tongues before the kiss is paused.

Love wants to press against Goddess, to be wrapped in her arms, to be held, cuddled, desired, and more. She gazes in want and need, her eyes telling of the yearning of her soul in this. Her soul is bared, needfully, gratefully, completely sure in knowing that Goddess desires her, cares for her, and holds her dearly within.

Goddess shakes her head, then glances towards the sheets meaningfully.

Love understands, again, without a word being said. She gracefully—for she belongs to the Goddess and obeys in all things—lays herself upon the sheets, her head turned to the side. For a moment she wonders what Goddess has planned. The thought is paused by the feeling of warm oil being poured upon her skin. It pools there, where her waist narrows. Then there is the lightest of touches, and she nibbles her lips once more, knowing that Goddess’ hands are caressing her there. She feels the warmth of the oil coating her skin, making it more sensitive. The tension that she didn’t realize was within her being slowly drawn from her. She relaxes into the sheets, her legs parting slightly.

Goddess moves closer, blowing lightly from her lips, the oil picking up that cooling, then being rubbed upon once more. Love lets out a little gasp of surprise as Goddess moves up her back, over her shoulders and then along her arms, coating them all in the oil. The gasp comes back as Goddess then kneads her rear, giving a light squeeze before continuing lower, over her thighs, calves and to the tips of her toes.

Love whimpers, knowing that Goddess had not touched her core, her heat. She wants to ask a question, to know why not. But she does not move—she cannot—for Goddess commanded she remain as she is, and so she will.

Goddess straddles over her Love, who feels the bed shift again. She imagines in her mind the image of her legs being trapped beneath Goddess, being looked upon. She feels the touch again on her legs, her shapely bottom. But then, Goddess drapes herself over her Love. There is the touch of two hot points into her back, and she knows that Goddess is enveloping her. She wiggles, knowing that Goddess is there, skin to skin. She feels the raven hair like a feather over her skin as Goddess lifts Love’s ponytail to the side, laying it there carefully. Then, Goddess kisses the nape of her neck, along her shoulders, then down her spine. Each little touch is a pressing of lips, a light sucking, occasionally a little nibble of teeth, all reminding Love that her Goddess desires her, needs her.

Love wants to turn over, to wrap her arms around Goddess, to draw her close, to be pressed against her, heat to heat, lips to lips, curves to curves. She needs, so dearly and utterly, to return the love she feels.

Goddess lowers herself close to Love’s ear, her breath warm there. A little lick of her tongue against Love’s earlobe makes her giggle. Goddess then moves to the side, her hand touching Love’s waist, guiding her to turn over.

Love does so, of course. She needs to look upon her Goddess, so that the love and devotion she feels is expressed in her eyes. The moment she is lying comfortably once more, she Goddess reaches to the side, picking up the oil and pouring it upon Love’s navel. She looks upon Goddess, seeing her tanned skin shining with the oil, reflections from the room dancing upon her. Their eyes meet, Goddess giving a little wink and then putting a finger to her own lips, commanding Love to be silent, even though she knows that Love wishes to cry out in bliss. She watches, for she must, Goddess lovingly spreading the oil over Love’s skin. Goddess makes sure not to miss an inch of skin, to be sure that the oil is spread to cover, to warm, to draw Love further into her own heat.

Goddess smiles, then licks her lips before her soft, warm hands cup Love’s bosom lightly. She moves closer, her lips brought to just about Love’s nipples where she then coats them in the oil before blowing over them.
Love, aroused before, now feels the ache, the delicious ache that moves from her needful core throughout her body. She whimpers, feeling Goddess draping her hair over Love’s skin, her lips now gently sucking first one nipple, then moving to the other, her fingers pinching, then rubbing and soothing, before she moves back again. Love shivers and gasps, her legs parting slightly.

Goddess removes one hand, trailing down Love’s flank, over her waist, and then tickling her inner thigh. Love’s eyes open wide as Goddess teases a fingertip against Love’s folds. She is so wet there now, not just from the oil, and she raises herself, legs a little wider, her folds opening, her clit throbbing in need, want and desire.

Love wants to ask, to beg, to wish and more. She closes her eyes, her thoughts crying out to Goddess, begging for her, pleading for her. Her prayers are answered when she feels Goddess move, then there is the touch of a slick, wet tongue. Love’s folds quiver in pleasure, her clit thrumming now. The touch of Goddess’ tongue there, her fingertips dipping, parting Love’s folds, makes Love cry out wordlessly.

Goddess lightly, lovingly, pushes Love further—the need to orgasm, to cry out in her submission, to give all of herself to Goddess’ touch are all pushing at her mind, body, and soul.

Love’s hips buck, trying to increase the friction, to push herself over the edge, but Goddess pauses, her fingertip tapping against Love’s inner thigh. Even this, a reminder that Love belongs to Goddess, only serves to build Love’s passion for her Goddess. Love’s eyes are watering, the emotions of being enjoyed so completely, totally, utterly by Goddess taking her breath away. The moment passes, Goddess returning to Love’s pleasure, stroking her, kissing, licking, breathing hotly upon her sex so wonderful and so desired.

Goddess takes Love to the edge, holding her there, on the edge, but not quite allowing her over. Love is a hot, wet, mess of slick desire now, her thoughts of touching Goddess, of worshiping her, of pleasing Goddess being the last straw that breaks with Love screaming out in passion, devotion, and ecstasy.

Love comes down from the pleasure after an unknown time—it might have been minutes, hours, or centuries. Her eyes flutter open to see that she is held in the arms of Goddess, spooned against her. She feels the ribbon that Goddess wears against her own skin, and notices a smile playing upon Goddess’ lips.

Goddess also has her eyes closed, and Love sighs a bit, wanting to behold the so-green eyes that she loved and lost herself in. The smile is a little bit larger as she gently pulls at the ribbon, slipping it away from Goddess and gathering it into her hands.

Love regards the ribbon, then carefully ties it around her own shapely neck, the bow on her right side, the mirror of Goddess, who had the bow upon her left. Love moves back against her Goddess, cheek to cheek, curves against curves.

Goddess opens her eyes and sees that Love is wearing the ribbon. Before Goddess can do a thing, Love puts a fingertip over Goddess’ lips and then touches her own before sharing a kiss once more. She places all of her love, submission, and desires in the moment. She has no fear of this, the trust they share making it as it should be. She traces her way along Goddess’ lovely, perfect neck, downwards towards her collarbone, kissing along, shivering at the sigh Goddess gives in the pleasure given.

Love smiles as she sees the goosebumps flashing over the lovely tanned skin that she adores, her sex becoming slick once more. Kissing along Goddess’ breasts, she gently sucks upon her loved one’s nipples, her tongue swirling. She moans as she pulls away, then gives the same attention once more.

Goddess traces a hand between her Love’s thighs causing her to arc her back. Love then rests lightly against her Goddess, licking, moaning, gazing upwards.

Love looks into the eyes of Goddess, the green sparkling, the love held in those eyes complete, perfect, and total. Love’s eyes flutter in the moment, the joy as she suckles, her own need and fantasy being fulfilled by this moment, this need that she feels.

Goddess wraps her arms around Love, holding her, rocking her gently, lovingly. Love does not know when she slips into dreams, being held in Goddess’ arms, warm, loved, and knowing that all that Goddess holds for her, in all things, is for always and ever more.

Love awakens the next morning and looks about her. The mirror stands there, the ribbon once more wrapped around it. She sighs, brushing a tear from her eye. The moment is past. Goddess is away once more. Love moves to sit on the edge of the bed, drawing in the scent of cherries that still lingers about her. She smiles and remembers what Goddess has given her in all things, and is whole in that knowledge.

A touch of a hand against her back startles her, and she turns to see Goddess resting there beside her. She squeals in joy, in seeing Goddess and presses against her. Their fingers entwine, their lips touch, and a smile is shared.

The sharing of a dream, of a love, is a blessing between two souls. The giving of oneself to another is a gift shared. To return the gift, to give of yourself to them, and their dreams, loves and more, is where anything can be.

Sometimes, in the In-Between, the foam is fleeting and ephemeral. But, sometimes … sometimes where the love, the passion, the desire are strongest ….sometimes the bubble never has to break …

Aug 23 2015

A Review of Sandwiched by Succubi by M.E. Hydra

Sandwiched by Succubi by M.E. Hydra

Sandwiched by Succubi by M.E. Hydra

It has been some time since I have reviewed a work by one of my favourite authors, M.E. Hydra. Normally I have been reviewing collections of his works, but this time I have part of a series called Sandwiched by for review, and, of course, in this, the third work of the series, there are Succubi.

There are those who think they know everything, or have everything, or, many times, seek to have it all. The thing is that the universe has a way to see to it that not everything works out as you might have expected.

Especially when it comes to Succubi…

The work tells the story of:

Julian Cress-Vejce is a man used to getting what he wants. What he wants is a pair of succubi for a night of hot sex. At an exclusive brothel specialising in otherworldly beauties the madam cautions against this. Sex with a succubus is an intense experience and one is more than enough for most men. But Julian Cress-Vejce isn’t most men, and what he wants he gets…

Sandwiched by. One dude, two sexy babes. A perfect fantasy… or maybe not…

Julian has want of nothing in his life. As such he is arrogant, self-centred, and the sort of person that expects to always get his way. Ignoring good advice, he finds himself in the arms of two seductive succubi named Honey and Cream. They promise he will have an experience unlike any other.

I’ve always believed that M.E.’s strength is in writing longer, more involved stories which have the most interesting characters appearing in them. The succubus Nicole, for example, ever so much so. There’s just something about how much personality is created, how much story is within them, that I just find to be amazing. In this work that is very clear in many ways.

The succubi, Honey and Cream, are wonderfully seductive, having a lovely undercurrent of controlling the entire encounter even as Julian assumes that all is in his control. There’s a neat little touch of subtle mind control, some misdirection, even a bit of sheer sexual power that the pair of succubi use that I just adored.

The work tends to be a little more “adult” in nature compared with the author’s other works, but that doesn’t overcome the story, the characters or anything else. The heat simmers throughout the story, telling how succubi in this universe are “Mistresses of Sex” and I really think that came out well.

The main character, Julian, is someone that you really cannot like much from the beginning, being a bit of an ass from the beginning to the end of the story. As such, knowing the author’s tendencies in writing, I was wondering how that was going to play out as the story went on. There’s a certain satisfaction in seeing Julian fall under the control of the succubi, how they both play with him, and with each other, and while I expected the ending, how that came about, and the reason for it, was quite a surprise and I liked that a lot.

Getting back to the story itself, there is a lot of work building, some of which is seen from Julian’s perspective, but also there are hints about where the succubi, and other beings in this universe, came from. I found that Julian’s memories were a bit bland at times, almost as if the events were nothing special, but I did like how the succubi made their tale very seductive in how it was told.

The erotica has a good bit of mind control, some lovely seduction, the heat in telling of the succubi having their fun with Julian comes out quite well and as this takes quite a long time to develop fully, I was enchanted by how the author managed to keep the heat in play throughout.

Well written as always, amazing succubi, and a setting that I found just fit perfectly for the characters involved. I don’t feel that one must read all of the other works in the series in order to get full enjoyment of this work and that is a plus as well.

My one nitpick, and it is a minor one, is that I would have liked to have a slightly longer ending, focusing more on Honey and Cream than what was developed. I feel like I wanted to know a few more secrets about them that weren’t really touched on and the Madam of the house I think, while telling some, could have revealed a little more.

As always, a wonderful hot read about the succubi and, as always, enjoyed from beginning to end.

Four and a half out of five pitchforks.

A delicious story of succubi seduction and what happens to someone that does not heed when they are warned of the dangers they are.

I skipped over one collection of M.E.’s works called A Succubus for Saint Patrick’s Day and Other Tales of Sinister Sirens, in order to review this, his latest work, but not for long I promise…