Jun 23 2014

Succubi Anonymous Part II By TeraS

Some might remember that I started a story called Succubi Anonymous quite some time ago… Back on March 10, 2014 to be exact. You’ll probably want to read part one, which you can find here, if for no other reason that to remind yourself of where this story began.

I finally have in my mind how this should go, and so this is the start of all of that… such as it is…

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Succubi Anonymous
Part II
by TeraS

 

Temptation is the devil looking through the keyhole.
Yielding is opening the door and inviting her in.

 

“You have everything? The kitchen sink, too?”

Stacy rolled her eyes at Lee in reply, then just kept stuffing things into her backpack.

Seeing that she wasn’t going to answer, Lee started poking through some of the items that she hadn’t put away as yet: “You know, you could just make this stuff from magic instead of carrying it all with you.”

Grabbing her panties from his hand, she told him: “I’m going to be a normal girl going to a normal university for a normal semester. I’m not going there to flaunt my powers in front of all of them.”

“Why are you doing this again? I mean …” He paused, then continued with a grin: “You might be a little too old to be taught anything.”

She looked over her shoulder and purred: “I can always learn … something.”

He shook his head: “I’m not sure if I should be worried for them or you.”

As the last few things went into the backpack, she sighed: “I’m not going to do anything there. I’d like to learn something new, which I think I will. And … let’s face it, Lee, I need some time away. I need to figure out things somewhere no one will know me.”

“Like?”

“That’s the question, isn’t it?”

The sound of a zipper closing put a period on that subject, it seemed, as Lee didn’t pursue it further. “If you need something, call me.”

She stretched her arms over her head and walked over to him: “I’ll be fine. There’s nothing to worry about, and I’m not going to draw attention to myself.”

“No, seriously; if something happens, I want to know. Don’t shut me out.”

“Have I …”

“Yes, you have … a lot.”

“I can look after myself.”

“I’m not saying you can’t. I’m saying that sometimes you don’t think things through or you try to do something that’s over your tail.”

Stacy’s pink tail moved behind her. Lee knew that particular arc it made, the one that said that she was getting ticked off … rapidly.

“Leave my tail out of this, Lee. Let me try without training wheels, please?”

He reached into a back pocket and then held out a cellphone, offering it to her: “Take this. Call, text, whatever.”

She looked at the phone for a moment, then turned and walked away: “Don’t need it.”

Lee watched her leave the room, then he stuffed the phone deep into her backpack, his next words said to the empty room: “I hope so. But just in case.”

Stacy portalled into a small grove of old trees that stood some distance from the campus proper. She didn’t want to suddenly appear on the campus and have someone see her or walk into her when she appeared out of nowhere. She was supposed to be just another student among many that were there, after all. Drawing attention to herself wouldn’t do any good when all she really wanted was a little bit of normality.

After slinging the backpack over her shoulder, she quickly found her way to the campus registration and waited for her number to be called. Looking at the slip in her hand, she wondered if the universe was having fun at her expense, then shook her head and put her nose back into the book she was reading. She has lost herself in the pages, half listening to the conversations around her, the numbers being called, and so on, but the book was holding most of her attention.

At least until someone took the chair beside her: “Hey.”

Stacy looked up to see who was trying to get her attention, and found a slim Japanese student with shockingly blue hair and a mostly Goth vibe going on looking at her.

She smiled: “Hey, yourself.”

“How long you been waiting?”

“Four hundred.”

“Four hundred?”

Stacy waved the book she was reading: “Four hundred pages … more or less.”

“That’s probably not a good thing, then.”

Stacy closed her book and turned her attention away from it: “I read fast. It’s been about an hour. They don’t seem to be in any rush to get things done.”

Her new companion gave a little snort: “Yeah, well, we’re all the last minute students. They’re trying to wedge us all into the classes that are left. With my luck I’ll get Basket Weaving and Russian Lit.”

Stacy smirked: “Well, I’m pretty good at basket weaving, but the Russian Lit thing will be a problem.” She offered her hand: “Stacy.”

The girl looked at her oddly, then shook it: “Regina.”

“Regina? Don’t tell me: your parents loved Alberta?”

The answer was a punch in the shoulder followed by: “You’re such an idiot, Stacy, even for a blond.” Then she smiled: “Here I thought this place was going to be a pain in the ass, and you’ve proved me right.”

Stacy rubbed her shoulder, not that it actually hurt: “Hey! Am not! You left yourself wide open for that one, you dummy.”

They continued to talk as the numbers were called, the time passing quickly, along with the occasional commentary that they shot at each other over the entire situation. Eventually Regina’s number was called, and she left Stacy, telling her that she’d be back when she was done.

She returned a lot sooner than Stacy expected.

“Hey, Cee? You got a place to stay?”

“No, I don’t … and don’t call me that. I hate that nickname.”

Regina, now knowing what bugged Stacie, of course continued to use it: “Listen, Cee, I need a roomie. There’s not a lot of places left on campus, and they won’t give out a dorm to me without a roomie. Would ya’?”

Stacy thought about it a moment, then replied: “Sure … Ginny.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Sure I would. You’re asking for it.”

Regina grabbed Stacie’s backpack and started dragging it over to where she came from: “How the hell did you carry this? Is there a kitchen sink in here?”

Stacy laughed and took it from her: “Nope, left that at home. Come on, let’s see what you’ve gotten me into, Ginny.”

What Stacy had gotten herself into was being roped into a sorority on campus, one of the smaller ones that was so far off the social map that you’d need a flashlight to find it.

They made an odd pair as they stood outside of the oak door to the sorority house—a Japanese Goth chick and an almost stereotypical blonde who was just this side of cutely sexy.

“I can’t believe that you signed me up for basket weaving, Cee.”

“Learn something new, Ginny, and it’s not that hard to do. Besides, it might come in useful someday.”

“Like when?”

Stacy couldn’t help the next words: “Like when you want to make a basket, duh.”

Regina opened the door and they stepped inside to see a tall woman with chalk white skin and green hair sitting behind a foldable table and staring off into space. Regina whispered out of the corner of her mouth: “Great … competition for Goth of the House.”

Stacie whispered back: “Be nice, dammit.” Then she turned to the new Goth and said, “Hi! We’re looking for Room 109.”

The Goth looked over, greeting them with a bored expression as she answered: “Upstairs, to the right. Welcome. If you need something, ask. I’m Lisa. Yadda-Yadda.”

Regina started to say something, but Stacie gave her a push with one hand and as they walked past Lisa, Stacy nodded and kept going.

After they had walked up the stairway to the second floor, Lisa looked off to the side and asked: “What do you think?”

The woman in the shadows nodded, but what she looked like or thought about the two new arrivals she didn’t reveal.

Room 109 was just large enough for two to share—assuming that you liked tight quarters with almost no privacy and could ignore all of the traffic that came past the door all of the time.

“Right, Cee. How much crap are you going to stick on the walls?”

“Me? Was going to ask you the same thing.”

“Okay: cards on the table. I only dress like this, Cee. I don’t do the rest of it.”

“Acting up against your parents a little?”

“Maybe. What about you?”

Stacy sighed: “Trying to find myself … trying to learn something of value.”

Regina was in the middle of opening her suitcase and looked at Stacy: “You know, you don’t sound like the blonds I know. They’re all vacant bimbos that come here to fuck.”

Stacy looked at her with a raised eyebrow and a sly grin: “I can do that if you want.”

“Please don’t … just … don’t.”

The blond tossed her backpack on the bed and opened it: “Wasn’t planning to. Look, I don’t want to party, okay? I’m just as happy to read a book all night.”

The smile in the words was very clear: “Bookworm.”

Stacy waved a book at her: “Yup. Seriously addicted.”

They didn’t say much of anything else for a while, though splitting the closet space and drawers required several rounds of rock-paper-scissors. Regina finished long before Stacie and helped for a time, but then stopped and asked: “Well, I didn’t find the kitchen sink in here, but I found this. You been looking for it?”

Stacy walked over and saw that Regina was holding a green cellphone in her hand and looking at it oddly: “There’s no keypad on it. Weird.”

“Dammit, Lee.”

“Who’s Lee? Ex-boyfriend? Stalker? Pain in the ass?”

She took the phone: “No, Ginny. You get the ‘pain in the ass’ label.”

“Thank you. I work hard at that. But, seriously: who’s Lee?”

Stacy traced a finger over the phone as she explained: “He’s a good friend. I’ve known him since … forever.”

“Friend-friend or Friend-boyfriend?”

The look she gave Regina, her blue eyes glinting slightly, sent a shiver up Regina’s back: “I trust him with my life.”

Regina had an odd look, then nodded: “Okay. So, why the phone?”

Thinking a minute, Stacy walked over to her side of the dresser and opened the bottom drawer: “Look where I’m putting this, Ginny.” After it was put away, she became very serious: “If something happens to me. I want you to dig that phone out, hold it in your hand, and just say Lee’s name.”

“What could possibly happen?”

“Just promise me. If something happens, call him, okay? He’ll be here sooner than you think.”

The knock at the door interrupted Regina’s answer, but as she opened the door she replied: “Okay. I will.”

“Will what?”

Standing on the other side of the door was a tall woman with purple hair wearing a corset and jeans.

When she didn’t get an answer, she looked at time both: “I’m Mary, you can think of me as the Mistress of the house.”

Stacy and Regina looked at each other and thought the same thing: “She’s going to be trouble.”

They really had no idea how right they both were at that moment.

Jun 22 2014

A Review of Hotter than Hell by Jemma Chase

Hotter than Hell by Jemma Chase

Hotter than Hell by Jemma Chase

A sightly different story to review this time on the Tale. It’s not so much a story about a Succubus than it is about two beings trying to find reasons. In the end the reasons they seek turn out to be very close to home in a lot of ways and in the end some truths they both learn.

As well, it isn’t a work of erotica so much as a mystery to be solved. Story with erotica is so much better than erotica alone by far.

  • Title: Hotter than Hell
  • Author: Jemma Chase
  • Publishing Date: October 16, 2011
  • Length: 11 Pages
  • ISBN: 9781619379633
  • This work at Smashwords

The work tells the story of:

It’s summertime in Phoenix, Arizona, meaning it’s hotter than hell. So when Ruby Prince walks into the Private Investigator Nicholas Masters’ offices bundled up like she’s in Nome, Alaska, Nick thinks she’s crazy. But what Ruby wants is to find someplace truly hotter than Hell, and what Nick discovers changes his life…forever.

This is an example of the kind of story that I like more than anything else. There are two characters that are real from the beginning, a situation that isn’t over the top or beyond the impossible, and what happens from that first moment is the core of the story. It’s about discovery, understanding and in the end, acceptance of the impossible.

Ruby may not be a Succubus. I say may because there really isn’t any real evidence that she is one save what she does to Nick just by being near him. Whether that is because of her nature or something more, she likes sex and isn’t afraid to say so and take control of a situation when it comes. She has no horns or tail either, but in this universe it makes some sense that she wouldn’t. Who she is, what that means and then the why and how of her being where she is really struck me as being something special.

There is a little film noir attitude in this work, but it’s more in Nick’s character and how he is described, otherwise it is set in the modern world. I enjoyed Ruby’s attitude, how she told just enough but not everything to Nick, leaving him to connect the dots and come to a conclusion.

When that moment comes, he makes a choice and the way he does, the reasoning behind it, and how the story comes to its conclusion, are amazing. You can sometimes do anything for the right person for the right reasons, in this case especially so.

The other thing that I thought was unique was Ruby’s reality, where she came from, her parents, and how everything connected together. Much of it I didn’t expect, but the last page of the work, where the future is told for the two of them just made me want more. There is closure to the story, but in truth I can see so much more that could be told about the two of them.

Sadly, this work has been available for some time now and there hasn’t been another story about them since this one. It’s a shame and I wish that wasn’t true… But I’ll hope for something someday…

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

Just wonderfully written, loved Ruby more than I can say, and really a heart-warming story in more ways than one.

 

Tera

Jun 21 2014

A cute Morrigan Aensland work in progress YouTube…

I have a thing for pastel art… I’m not sure what it is exactly, but I just really like art that has that look about it. I found a lovely piece of Morrigan Aensland art that does not get quite finished, but even though it is not, I really like it…

And if you cannot see it on the Tale:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mhd5KLB-c6Y

And a screenshot of the image towards the end of the video…

Morrigan Aensland WIP by AdiFish

Yes it is unfinished, but really there is just something about this work that catches my eye… Perhaps it is the brushstrokes of Morrigan’s unfinished form or the overall pose, but whatever it is, I just think it is wonderful…

 

Tera

Jun 20 2014

A Review of After Her Death by Laran Mithras

After Her Death by Laran Mithras

After Her Death by Laran Mithras

I have problems with stories that centre mainly on horror or mix that with other themes such as erotica. While they might not actually come together in the story itself, I find that any heat that develops for me in the erotica gets washed away by the horror. Sometimes I have to set aside the possibility of erotica for the strength of the horror that is the rest of the story.

That in itself is not a bad thing and in general it can work out very well for those that can do so. But I find it very hard to manage to keep things in perspective sometimes when the horror is a little too much so for my own personal taste.

  • Title: After Her Death
  • Author: Laran Mithras
  • Publishing Date: February 4, 2013
  • Length: 17 Pages
  • ASIN: B00BBL1Q50
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells about:

Dorothy sells a widower a reputedly haunted home. She yearns to be loved and cared for but is trapped in a loveless marriage. She looks to the lonely man and strives to make a connection with him before he withdraws into his equally lonely Victorian.

Randy loses his wife to a drunk driver and sets off to fulfill their retirement dream of seclusion in some dying town away from the crowd. He knows the overgrown Victorian no one wants to buy is the house for him. But he loses himself inside the house and realizes he cannot cope with the loss of his wife.

He knows both he and Dorothy could use the comfort and support each other could provide, but it is too soon after his loss, and the Victorian has other ideas. As his nightmares worsen, the house makes a move to consume him before Dorothy can intervene.

The story does tend towards the horror side of things at least for me with the occasional bit of erotica appearing. There is a Succubus of a sort in this work, but again she tends towards the horror aspects rather than the erotic ones overall. That is not to say there are not some good erotic moments in this work, not by any means. It is simply that for me at least they are overwhelmed by the horror of the story.

There are many many things that just make this work hard to read for me, one of the main ones is Randy himself in that the darkness settles over him and in doing so it envelopes everyone else around him. There is a huge sense of loss, of not being able to continue on. It makes all of the moments between himself and Dorothy poorer and strained.

In that comes a feeling that there is no hope, no glimmer of anything like it. I find that hard to take and as such the work just didn’t connect with me that I could enjoy it. The writing is very good, the characters as well… But a story of loss and that mixed with horror just is a little too much for my liking.

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

I just could not find my way into the story as much as I wanted to do so. That likely has everything to do with my not really enjoying horror all that much. As such, for me I didn’t enjoy it all that much. For others that enjoy some horror with their suspense, this probably would be liked more I would expect…

 

Tera

Jun 19 2014

Succubi Image of the Week 336

Not all Succubi have horns and or tails of course… While that is a personal preference there are some works of Succubus art that give me pause to wonder about them. Many times it is the look in her eyes, what she is doing at that moment, or the questions of who she might represent…

And every once in a while it can be something as simple as a slice of apple…

White Succubus by Solomandra

White Succubus by Solomandra

This is called White Succubus, and is by an artist on DeviantArt named Solomandra. You can find the original page with this work here and this artist’s page on DeviantArt is here as well…

This is a really unique image in a lot of ways… The detail is amazing in her expression, eyes, skin, the texture of her hair, the fabric of her clothing. There is so much to look at as a whole, but looking at all of the little touches that give her so much personality makes this something much more…

I love her outfit, it is just the right mix of sensuality and personality. Her wings being a match and part of her overall colours is lovely, the seeping of red there and elsewhere in the work I think hints at her… other side shall we say. There is beauty here, but within it also comes a hint of the wildness that is also part of her.

I wish she had a tail… horns too I admit just to have the overall effect of them, but as well I look at this art and she really does not need those touches for the personality that she has…

I don’t see her to be evil, and that isn’t just in her colours. Her expression and how she is slightly hunched over puts the thought into my mind that she has been rejected many times for false reasons and this time she still has the hope of things being different.

The apple seems like temptation here in the sea of white. A speck of red that draws you closer to taste of it and find her truths…

Another story idea?

Lovely art and please do visit this artist’s site!

 

Tera

Jun 18 2014

This corset might give me an idea…

Flame CorsetAs most that know me are aware, there is very little costume-wise that I think isn’t mostly trashy. As such, when I find something that I like, and like quite a lot, then my thoughts turn to how exactly that might be Succubish…

And I think this qualifies…

This is simply called a Flame Corset which is described as being a side zip with soft boning and a lace up back for that “perfect fit.”

And it sells for a reasonable $40 US on the sites I have found it on…

It seems like whomever designed this corset actually took some time to come up with a flame pattern that looks good, which is rare. The red accents do not overpower the flame pattern either which is also nice to see.

But most of all, it isn’t trashy, silly or worse. That makes this quite attractive to me. It really isn’t bad and I have to admit that the shiny skin-tight pants the model is wearing does give me a lot of interesting ideas for a Succubi costume…

It does need one other thing however, a pair of horns and next week I’m going to share something I found that I think would be just the perfect accessory to this corset…

But that’s next week…

I’ll give this four out of five pitchforks.

Not trashy, actually does look sexy, and it is giving me ideas…

So that has to count for something doesn’t it?

 

Tera

 

Jun 17 2014

A Review of Changeling by Gulliver Noir

Changeling by Gulliver Noir

Changeling by Gulliver Noir

There’s something that bothers me in stories about Succubi. More accurately what concerns me are stories where one of the characters is, in a way, a Succubus, and for a good deal of the story they are sexual beings who bring fantasies to life and are known as such in the universe they appear in.

What bothers me is when that story path goes off the rails somewhat and turns into something that’s more tending towards horror than it is erotica. While that might be for some a thing they enjoy, for me it’s a rather difficult thing to deal with. Especially when the work starts out so very well.

  • Title: Changeling
  • Author: Gulliver Noir
  • Length: 30 Pages
  • Format: eBook
  • ASIN: B00IKTSV04
  • Publishing Date: February 20, 2014
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells of:

The Girl with Green Eyes. Urban myth, or modern day succubus? Meeting Green Eyes means mind-blowing, toe-curling, soul-shattering sex with the girl of your dreams, wherever and whenever she might find you. The only catch? You’ll never see her again. Green Eye stories are everywhere—she’s a cultural milestone, an urban legend, and as it turns out, 100 percent real.

As a soon-to-be Ph.D in sexology, Clyde is prepared to go the distance with Green Eyes, to penetrate the mystery of the busty, caramel-colored girl in the library, uncovering a world beyond his imagination.

Because for Clyde, Green Eyes comes back to finish what she started.

Clyde has a problem, rather a huge one and the Girl with Green Eyes appears to help him with it. But things don’t quite go as the legends say and she promises that he will see her again. And he does with some quite serious consequences for them both.

As a whole, this story is really very interesting, not just for the erotica in it, but the story itself, the myth of the Girl with Green Eyes and what happens to Clyde. At the beginning, the story has some delicious heat in it which is then followed by a mystery to solve. What happens after that is sort of closure for Clyde but it opens up a new future for him.

All of this is told well, is gripping, and the work is a page turner. The problem comes, for me, when the story moves away from the mystery and erotica into pain and suffering which really does nothing for me at all. While that is part of the story, I found it hard to read and it took away what enjoyment I had from the rest of the tale.

That is all the worse for the universe itself because the questions about Maya, the Girl with Green Eyes are many. Some of them are answered in an tangental way, but many questions remain to be answered which needs another book to do so. What she is also isn’t quite clear though some interesting theories are told by Clyde as he learns about her. Is she a Succubus? Well, in many ways she is, but then she also, as Clyde notes, fills in many other myths and legends, ancient and modern.

But as much as I liked the story, the sudden turn of events at the climax just before the work draws to a close are troublesome. I cannot quite connect the dots from where the story began to where it ends. Going from erotica to suffering… Just doesn’t work for me well.

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

I’m not sure that the best place for this story to go was where it ended up. Now, there is a note at the end of it that the author is working on a sequel, or part two and I think I will read it. There are a lot of questions they have set out in this story and I’d like to see some of the answers appear. As it is now, it just didn’t end satisfyingly for me. And I wish that it didn’t.

 

Tera

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