Nov 27 2014

Succubi Image of the Week 359

A lovely pencil sketch of a Succubus to share this week on the Tale… I found this work earlier this year and at the time I commented to the artist that I thought it was very striking. Especially her eye…

Succubus by traxxamass

Succubus by traxxamass

This work is called Succubus and is by an artist on DeviantArt named traxxamass. You can find the page on DeviantArt I found this work here and this artist’s page is here on DeviantArt as well…

She just looks… right. I really cannot express things much clearer than that. As a whole she looks lovely, seductive, and has this little smile and expression that I do so like to see Succubi have. Her eye is really what I found to be the more expressive part of this work. There is, at least to me, a sort of ethereal glow in it as if she is seeing into the one that is looking towards her. Seeing into them, and… just knowing.

Her body shape fits with her hair style, her horns really work as well, much better than a lot of art I have seen where the Succubus has horns that look silly on her. Here they just bit. The seductiveness of her pose, look and form is something I will remember…

The artist said that this was one of their first works, and really it is an expression of a Succubus that made it one of my favourite images of the year…



Nov 26 2014

You might be a Little Devil… You aren’t quite a Succubus…

Little Devil CostumeI will say that some costumes really are not that awful. There are some that actually do, in some small way, manage to not quite be totally trashy or ugly or a mess or worse. Of course those are few and fae between but they do, sometimes, appear in the midst of all of the junk that is out there to be found…

This is called the Little Devil Costume and it comes with the dress, which has removable shoulder straps, but the tail isn’t. A pair of sequin devil horns, a feather boa and the necklace you can just barely see the model wearing… The shoes are not included and the ensemble sells for $50 US at most places on the web that I found it.

I actually rather like the dress, though the horns, tail and boa are… well… a bit on the tacky side for my personal tastes. Though at least they used a pair of shoes that are a fairly good match for the costume at least. They sell for $22 on one site that gave them as an option to by with the costume I should say.

I would not use the boa, nor the tail or horns, I have better tails and horns to use of course. Overall as a “something to wear to the office Halloween party” idea it really isn’t all that awful a thing to consider I think. Shoes included.

I’ll give this three out of five pitchforks…

Is it bad to think of this as “respectable?”

I’m not sure…



Nov 25 2014

A Review of Succubus – The Hunger by Alice May Ball

Succubus - The Hunger by Alice May Ball

Succubus – The Hunger by Alice May Ball

I find the most interesting stories about Succubi are those that show them on the prowl and seeking those to claim as theirs… Call it my own Domme nature coming into play if you will. I like to see Succubi seduce the ones they focus on. I like to see them be erotic and powerful in their own right.

The story is better when the Succubus can give the one that calls to her, or is called by her, their own fantasy… Where things go from there matters as much as the erotica does. Some authors do understand that…

The work tells about:

Dark haired with a penetrating gaze in his deep, dark brown eyes, Morgan is a fine, hot-blooded male. His keen intellect and burning passions, though, have done nothing to prepared him for the unholy lust of a surprise night visitor. How far will her inhuman passions push him? Can he endure what she will propose?

A Succubus, who is never named, goes hunting and finds Morgan in a club. She knows that he sees her, tail and all, and is intrigued by him. So few can see Succubi around them, know them and, more importantly, be attracted by them. She then visits Morgan later in the evening and choices are made by both of them.

The Succubus is, very much, a tempting seductive being who knows what she wants and who she wants. From the first moment she is in control of the situation, takes Morgan and firmly controls what happens in the story. Having a tail is, for me, just the icing on the cake of her personality and it is nice to see that tail mentioned and used in some interesting ways.

Morgan’s character is a submissive one, but that has to be drawn out and directed by the Succubus and she does so in a way that tells of her ability to seduce him. She does not hurt him or make him do something that he doesn’t want to do. She knows his wants and desires and plays upon them towards an end.

When the moment comes at the end of the work where she asks of Morgan a question and what his acceptance of that question means, it reveals Morgan’s need and her own desires as well. That I thought was well done and the work ends on a fitting note. But it ends a bit too soon I thought. I really would have liked to have seen a part two of this story as the path was there to continue onwards.

Very hot writing with two well told characters. A few minor spelling mistakes to be found in the story. But, as always, the story is short and ends at a question which is left unanswered and I would have liked to know where it would have gone from there.

Four out of five pitchforks.

Seductive, tempting, and deliciously erotic. A lovely description of a Succubus on the hunt and finding one to be claimed… but leaves the reader just when the story turns the corner.



Nov 24 2014

Sparkly Horn Horror Part III By TeraS

I don’t think I’m finished with Part III of Sparkly Horn Horror… In fact considering where I leave things this time I know I need to do more with this chapter so… sorry all for that…

If you want to read Part One you can find that here on the Tale and Part Two can be found here.

Some answers, still a lot of questions, and for one particular soul of the Succubi a choice made that probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do…


Sparkly Horn Horror
Part III
By TeraS



The sound of snapping fingers was accompanied by a slightly miffed tone of voice: “Doc? Uh … could you please tell me where Adam is? Please?”

The question would have been innocent, except that the outfit Abby was wearing consisted of an oversized sweater and a pair of clear plastic stripper heels. Clearly, she was asking not out of innocence, but out of her own needs. And those needs had endangered her needlessly.

Florence pinched her nose: “Abby, what the hell are you still doing here? I know you were released this morning. I signed the forms. Come to think of it, I also told you to get your tail out of here and to go home.”

Abby looked at the floor and scraped the toe of one of her heels on the floor: “Umm … yeah, you did Doc. But I … well … kind of …”

“Never mind, it’s too late now anyway.”

Abby looked up in surprise at the tone of voice in those words: “What do you mean by that, Doc?”

It took about ten minutes to get Abby up to speed on what was going on, and, at the end, she stood there with an unreadable expression before asking in a calm voice: “So what you are saying is that a friend of yours is sealed up in a room with Adam and she’s fucking him.”

“That’s putting things in a really bad way, Abby. Neither of them are exactly themselves at the moment. You probably wouldn’t even recognize Adam. I can barely recognize Deb, and that’s only because they are the only two in that room.”

“But … she’s fucking him.”

“Not because she wants to. Neither of them wants to.”

“How are you sure? They might want to. She might have done all of this to get Adam from …”

Florence threw up her hands in disgust: “Fine! Yes! Deb is getting the shit fucked out of her by Adam! She’s planned this all along to get into his pants! Are you happy? Is that all that matters to you?”

Abby had the oddest look in her eyes, one that caught Florence and made her worry: “Yes, it does. I don’t care who your friend is, she isn’t good enough for Adam. Actually, neither are you, Doc.”

“What do you mean by that, Abby?”

“I know you and Adam were fucking at the nurse’s station. You think I didn’t hear you? You think that I couldn’t tell? You can’t hide that from me, Doc. You …”

Abby was stopped in mid-rant by Florence slapping her, hard, and then it was Florence’s turn: “You think I don’t know you have a doctor fetish? You think that I don’t know you want into Adam’s pants in the worst way? I’ve walked past your room and heard you moaning out his name in the middle of the night! You aren’t fooling anyone!”

Before things got much further, John coughed, then interrupted, waving his glasses at the pair: “If you are both done acting like children, perhaps you might think about the fact that you, Florence, have very little time left, and you, Abby, are likely going to be the only one in here when she is no longer capable of thinking about doing anything about this mess you are both in. So, why don’t the two of you get past who’s—as you so eloquently put it—‘fucking’ whom, and get to the question of who’s trying to ‘fuck’ the Realm and how to stop it?”

Abby was the first to speak after the shock of John’s words got through to them: “You just don’t understand. You can’t understand because you’re a … a thing. You have no idea what it feels like.”

Florence was going to say something more, but she bit back the words when she saw the look in John’s eyes and found herself feeling … bad … for him. Shaking her head, she cleared her thoughts and chalked up her emotions over John to being part of this thing that she was starting to suffer from.

It was that. It couldn’t be that she actually felt something for him. He didn’t exist, save in a computer. It was probably better that way.

“Abby. Have you seen anyone else here?”

Turning away with a shake of her head, Abby replied with a sigh: “No, I was looking for Adam. I thought I heard his voice here in your office. Thought that … that he was here … with you.”

“I … stupidly had John snow me what they were doing. It wasn’t a good idea.”


“Because I started to slip away … felt like I had to go to them and … join in … couldn’t think of anything else.”

Abby twined a finger in her green hair: “Kind of explains why you’re so horny, Doc … Sorry. I know that’s not you. You’re a little too straight-laced to be that horny … reputation or not.”

Florence smiled and wagged a finger: “Truth. Have you ever been with Adam?”

The blush was something to see. It went right up her tail and horns: “I … No, we haven’t. He probably doesn’t even know I exist. I mean, he’s seen me, said “hi” and stuff … just been too scared of asking him to … you know …”

“Fuck your brains out?”

Abby bit her lip and nodded: “Gawd, Doc he’s … perfect. Can’t explain it. I just … can’t stop thinking about him.”

Florence walked up to Abby: “How about we try to get him and Deb back? There isn’t an answer yet, but we’ll find one somehow. We have to.”

“Yeah. As much as it sounds like fun, better that we do. So how does that happen?”

“Miriam and Tera are trying to find a solution.”

“Well, that’s something.”

“Yeah. You know, I’ve never asked, what’s your “thing,” anyway?”

Abby looked confused: “Thing?”

“Medicine is mine. What’s your’s?”

“You’ll laugh. I’m a pink tail. We’re supposed to be all sex and no brains.”

“You never struck me as no brains. All sex, sure, but you never acted like a total bimbo. Try me.”

The blush came back: “I … have a green thumb.”

“Goes with your hair?”

Abby pouted: “That was kind of a mistake with a bottle of magic fertilizer. I was a redhead, once.”

“Green looks better on you.”

“Wish Adam would say that.”

Florence didn’t know how to answer, and, in the next moment, Abby was turning and walking out the door.

“Abby? Where are you going?”

“I’m going to see Adam. If I’m going to lose him, lose me, then I’m going to be the one that makes it happen. Sorry Doc, you’re not my type. See ya’.”

As Abby vanished from view, Florence called out for her to stop, to turn around … Abby didn’t reply, and, as she ran after her, she had but one thought: “The stupid things we do for love.”

Elsewhere, Tera and Miriam had been waiting for some time—how long Miram wasn’t quite clear on: “Um … Tera? How long do we wait?”

“As long as it wants us to. It’s kind of a pain in the tail at times.”

Miram was going to reply, but was stopped when she noticed something odd that had suddenly appeared in mid-air just in front of her. It was something she never expected when Tera brought her here. It was what appeared to be an old writing quill, green in colour, glowing with a purplish light. When Tera didn’t speak, Miram asked: “What is that?”

“That is something I have always thought of as the Storyteller of the Realm. To be honest, I don’t even know if it has a name. It’s never told me.”

The quill started to move swiftly, the glow moving from the tip, words appearing as it did so…

Some secrets are never told. Some are. Welcome both: the one that is and the one to be.

Miriam looked at Tera: “What does …”

Tera put her hand over Miriam’s lips to stop her in mid-sentence. Then Tera’s tail held up a sign to her: Be careful what you say. We have little time here and when that glow ends our time is up.

Miriam nodded in understanding as Tera asked: “An old curse has returned to the Realm … the one that almost ended us. We need to know how to stop it.”

The quill replied: The story continues. The loss returns. Remember stories you have been told.

“They are too vague, too unclear. We have little time left. I ask … plead. Will you give the answer?”

Remember your stories. The answer is there to be found.

Miriam frowned: “This is so confusing. I thought it was going to help us!”

The answer you seek is the one you already know, brightest of the yellow. Find the answer in yourselves.

Tera looked at Miram, then at the quill, with some concern in her eyes. The glow had faded, just slightly, but it had.

Time was running out, and it seemed that the storyteller had more riddles than answers. They just needed to figure out the answers to the riddles. Or ask the right questions …

Nov 23 2014

A Review of The Succubae Seduction: The Generator by J. Sselxuyt

The Succubae Seduction: The Generator by J. Sselxuyt

The Succubae Seduction: The Generator by J. Sselxuyt

A good story tells of many things. It tells of characters finding themselves, who they are, what they are, and what they mean to others. This isn’t simply something that is central to the lead character of the story, it is something that needs to be touched on, and touches, those that aid, travel with, fight alongside, or become something more than simply part of their lives and loves.

The same is true of those that press against them, fight against their goals or, sometimes, reveal that the world that once seemed ordinary isn’t that any longer. The discovery that one has a soul, that it matters, and in discovering that truth they come into their own is important. But it is every bit as important to find one’s soul one also finds the love to share it with others completely.

The story tells of:

Lydon lives the life of drudgery. Every day it’s the same thing, overworked by an overbearing boss, just to try and make ends meet. That is, until a seductress that only he can see shows up and throws his life into chaos. Supernatural forces will conspire to use or kill Lydon as he fights to save two worlds. Hopefully he uses the proper brain to face the challenges before him, before those he loves are killed.

Lydon’s life is, bluntly, something that he exists through, but does not live. An odd encounter in his office with a Succubus named Angela reveals who he is, how important, special, he really is and that there is more to his life than he knows. His world changes, then he discovers that there is more than one world, but only one truth that matters. Finding that truth in his life changes the loves and lives of many around him. The rewards are many, but the costs are too.

Lydon’s story is involved, taking many twists and turns, encountering that which he never expected and, more to the fore, he discovers that his past in truth is unknown to him. It is in that discovery, that searching for his own truth, that he becomes quite a different person from where his story begins. The mix of some unique myths, legends, and stories come to make him realize things about himself, but also to see, in time, things somewhat hidden from his eyes.

The transformation Lydon undergoes, for which Angela is at the core of much, but I will return to her a bit later, brings myth to reality in many ways and his ability to deal with that is a fascinating thing to watch develop over the course of the story. As he “becomes” there is a bit of a hint of the power of an Incubus in him, though he isn’t really one. And it is that explanation of what Lydon is, what he can do, and what opposes him that adds a lot of depth to the story. Lydon draws quite a group around him, mainly women, and there are many moments which turn into some lovely hot flashes of passion. But in those moments his love for all of those around him, in all of the ways that can be expressed by deed, words or actions, brings out unexpected parts of their characters which makes even the most minor of characters mean something to the story.

As such, there really isn’t such a thing as a character that doesn’t matter in this story, there is a purpose for each of them and to find out what that is in time, when it is revealed, makes the journey they all take with Lydon that much stronger.

The Succubus of the work is named Angela and her arc in the story is an amazing one that takes her from being “just a Succubus” to something more. Something better and in becoming Lydon’s truth, she finds a part of herself that she lost. When that is told, when her real self comes out and Lydon sees within her all that she has been through it is tragic, so desperately so. In spite of how she sees herself, in spite of “just being” who she is, that changes because of Lydon. I do adore Angela very much and while there are some twists and turns in her story, some of which are completely unexpected in their meaning and result, she does hold one promise to herself. One truth that is shared with Lydon and the other women that are close to him and love him dearly.

Besides Angela and the lover of Lydon, there are others that do not necessarily love him, but do act in a way as guides, teachers, and protectors. The ensemble of characters fills out into a band of adventurers that seek out their individual destinies on the one hand and on the other they strive to find that which they need as well.

Not a simple story by any means, there is much to be told, many moments of joy and passion, love and loss, victory and defeat. The action moves swiftly throughout with quite a few erotic moments in the work that I liked for the love within them, but I also felt there was a problem with just how often Lydon found himself entwined with one of his lovers in the work. I felt as if there was a tad too much in the number of sex scenes in the work. It isn’t so much that they don’t make sense, because they do, it’s more that a bit less I think would have been more. The love Lydon shares is complete and total, there is no doubt at all about that. The scenes are hot little flashes of passion which give a nice break between the adventure itself. The need for Lydon to have these moments makes sense in this story and universe. It’s just that I felt like there could have been a few more moments between Lydon and his loves, Angela especially. I felt like there was a piece of their love not told and that would have been nice to have seen.

The universe that this story is set in is richly told, the imagery and descriptions are really well done and I enjoyed them very much. The work felt like the story was told, from beginning to end, fully and there wasn’t a feeling that the story ended at a point where something more needed to be said. The truth in the story, about giving one’s soul to the ones you love, comes up often, and in that the individual stories of all of the characters are more vibrant, strong, telling.

By the end of the work, there is quite a lot to think about, which I enjoy. In doing so some questions arise which ask about what comes next after all that Lydon and his loves, friends and enemies have endured. The ending feels more like a pause in the story, a chance to catch one’s breath and then turn the page to see where the story goes from there. I felt that Lydon’s story isn’t over, that there will be another part to his story and that interests me. The ending isn’t like the beginning, and it offers a moment that, for me, felt right and true to the characters and their stories.

Five out of five pitchforks.

A truly epic tale of finding good and evil, discovering the truths within each and the strength to believe in the impossible. Strong characters, truly heartfelt passions, and a story that goes places unexpected, wonderful, and more.

I’d like to see more, perhaps someday there will be. I do hope so for the story has more to say and should.



Nov 22 2014

It’s the Seventh Taleaversary

On this, the twenty-second of November every year, I mark the anniversary of the first appearance of A Succubi’s Tale on the web. 2014 marks the seventh anniversary of the Tale and it is a moment when I look at all of the things I have written and think about… things.

I think about the stories I have written here, the things I have shared, the thoughts about the Realm, about those that I love dearly too. How some of the stories I have told have been little things of fluff, hoping to make someone smile, others that brought me to tears in the midst of trying to put into words my feelings, thoughts, hopes and wishes.

I think about the art I have found and shared here, all of the different ways that Succubi have been imagined, brought into form, and given a breath of life in the visions they bring to others. The thoughts of stories I had not thought of before and, eventually, find their way from my fingers to the screen for others to see.

I think about the works I have read, the stories told about the Succubi and commented on by me. I shudder at some of them, smile at others, and sigh, remembering those that I wanted to see more of but never did. I ponder the universes created, the view of Succubi that comes from that, and where it could, in a way, inspire more of the same.

I think about the costumes I have seen, trying to forget the worst, keeping in mind the best. The stories they bring to mind, what may come from them. I smile, remembering the few things found that sparked ideas, and yes, some of them were very naughty even for the Queen of the Succubi I promise by far.

I think about those that have given me the greatest gift I could have hoped for when I started the Tale so many years ago. The gift of friendship, of sharing life, loves, hopes and dreams. The knowledge that in some small way I have done something good here. Something that can give a smile, a thought, perhaps a comfort or two.

I think about all of these things and more, I do so every day, but in this moment, at this point in the year, those thoughts are a little more focused, clear, true. In all of them there is the thought that perhaps I can do better, should do better. I know of many things that I don’t quite manage as well as I should, or could, or however one might wish to look at things.

I think, however, that writing the Tale has done something unexpected. Something that wasn’t in my thoughts when I began this journey in thought, purpose, and words. It allowed, if only in the slightly of ways, a means for the idea that Succubi are more than they have been told to be.

In some ways, that’s true of Tera, Queen of the Succubi herself.

Thank you all for being part of that journey. You might never share a thought, make a comment, or think of doing so. But my thoughts are shared and in that, somehow, something more happens…

…and that’s something to be celebrated isn’t it?



Nov 21 2014

A Review of Succubus by Sal Aceous

Succubus by Sal Aceous

Succubus by Sal Aceous

Not all Succubi are the same. Some are more passionate, some are less so. Some have seduction as their goal, some do not. Sometimes what they desire however has a lot to do with the one they are called to, or are with.

So, what happens when the other is a werewolf? Where does the story go from there and how is it different?

  • Title: Succubus
  • Author: Sal Aceous
  • Length: 11 Pages
  • ASIN: B00646CDKY
  • Publishing Date: November 6, 2011
  • This work at

The work tells of:

A werewolf encounters a succubus intent on possessing his very soul. But she wants his body first.

The meeting of a Succubus and a Werewolf takes many turns in this story. While the tale is interesting, there are a few points in it that bother me. First among those is whether or not the Succubus and the Werewolf actually have met before or not. This is somewhat unclear in the story and is confusing at certain points.

The story is a rather violent one, though the characters themselves enjoy things more when they are a bit on the rough and dangerous side. Personally I don’t enjoy violent works, there really isn’t anything in those kinds of stories for me, but the story, if a good one, can overcome that.

The Succubus, who is never named, is, as she should be, using her powers of seduction and attraction to control the one she wants, the werewolf. But in doing so there is a good deal of BDSM in the story, and a touch of blood and pain, which you would expect in a tale like this. In return the werewolf is, as you would expect, violent and animalistic at times.

Overall the story is told well, but I found it a little difficult to get past the violent aspects and into the erotica. Beyond that the characters are well written, the author tells a compelling story and it was, in its own way, an interesting read. I would have liked something of a longer story however in that there was parts of the past of both characters that wasn’t told and confused me.

Three out of five pitchforks.

Overall well written, a little too violent for my own preferences, and I would have liked a bit more story.