Sep 16 2013

Acceptance – Part II by TeraS

The story of Sheryl continues and a bit more of what her situation is becomes clearer…

You can find Part I here…

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Acceptance – Part II

By TeraS

 

The hallway that Sheryl stepped into was brightly lit, warm, inviting. Doors, some open to reveal one of her courtesans there, others closed for the privacy of those behind them. Her own personal curse was there, but in spite of that, the needs of those who came to her would always come first. As she passed one door, she sensed within the heat of two souls entwined …

… and smiled. A bit of passion helped to calm her in the worst of times and this was, truly, one of them by far.

But there were the best of times as well, and she recalled how all of this began…

“Mistress?”

“Yes, Joseph?”

The pause that followed, as Sheryl well knew, came when he wanted to ask something of her that he expected she might refuse. The thing was, truly, she had never once refused a request he made, for the simple reason that what was asked for was never something she could refuse. Looking back, she wondered if she should have, just this once.

He stood there, fidgeting with his bracelet a moment longer, “How wealthy are you?”

“That’s an odd question, but, I’m well enough off. What possibly brought up that question?”

“How much do you enjoy working for the escort service?”

The shift in topics was a surprise, but Sheryl told him the truth, “I’ve been moving away from it, to be honest. It is not as important as … as you are.”

He turned away a moment, smiling. Sheryl did like it when he was a bit embarrassed, “Some of the others there are thinking of moving away; starting something on their own. You, Mistress, have given them all the ability to do so.”

A nod, “Well, I hope that, whatever they wish to do, they are successful in doing so. But, especially if they are leaving, then there is little reason for me to remain.”

“No, Mistress. You do not understand. You have given them much. You respected them—all of them. You gave freely of yourself to them, supported them, and made them be more than they ever expected them to be.”

This was confusing to her, “I did what I thought was right, Joseph. That’s all.”

He smiled, a smile that usually meant that she didn’t quite understand what he meant.

“Will you come with me? I would like to show you something.”

The drive was not that far, less than an hour from the condo she—they—had called home for some time now. They arrived at an old, worn out, dilapidated Victorian mansion. She really would not have been surprised if there were bats in the belfry and cobwebs in every room. To call the place a fixer-upper would bring shame to many other houses … But there was something about it that she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Sheryl continued to look at the place for quite some time after he turned the engine off.

“Joseph?”

“Mistress?”

“You do understand that I am not a vampire? We have been through all of that, haven’t we?”

He chuckled, “Oh I know, but that’s not why we are here.”

He left the car, then opened the door for her. Moments later he had guided her to the front door and paused there.

“Remember I said that I chose you as Mistress?”

“Yes, I do. I never forget.”

He turned the doorknob and opened the door for her, “I’m not the only one.”

While the outside looked to be a mess, just inside the landing the house was … spotless: the wood floors gleamed, freshly polished; the walls were covered in intricate patterned wallpaper; furnishings surrounded her that must have cost … Well, in truth, she couldn’t really guess, but she was sure that no expense had been spared.

She heard the door close behind her and turned to look at him, “What are you trying to explain, Joseph?”

He nodded further into the place, past an archway where there appeared to be a larger, dimly lit room. From it, Sheryl could sense … devotion? The quizzical look she had was met only with a smile and an outstretched hand.

The sight she beheld next was one that Sheryl would never forget. Stopping just inside the archway, her senses were overwhelmed by emotions of a strength she had never experienced before. There, kneeling in a circle, was every single soul she had touched, every single person whom she had helped, taught, befriended. They did not look down, but towards her, open, freely gazing upon her, their united desires only one thing at that moment: devoting themselves to her and her alone.

Joseph entered and took a place to Sheryl’s right, kneeling there, not saying another word. The silence was both terrifying and arousing to her. So many souls … so much raw power that she could draw on … control … make whatever she wanted of it.

The realization of that thought in her mind made her shiver … and another of Tera’s proverbs came to her …

Seduction is not a one-way street.

Out of the shadows came the sound of heels clicking and in the next moment the surprises continued as Sheryl stood face to face with someone she didn’t expect there.

Her name was Ashe. She ran the agency. Once she was a very popular call girl who had managed to bankroll her way into ownership. She was, to be honest, a little bit past her prime, and of late had been spending less and less time there.

Sheryl could see the worry lines around Ashe’s brown eyes. In spite of that she still cut a figure in the rather flattering blue dress she wore, and her greyish hair was still as perfect as it ever was. The more troubling thing was that Sheryl also sensed … acceptance—sad, in a way—within her.

“Hello, Sheryl.”

“Ma’am. What … what is going on?”

“It has come to my attention that …” she regarded the others there with them a moment, “… that you are planning something?”

Sheryl shook her head: “I know nothing about this. I have no idea what’s going on.”

“What are you planning, Sheryl?”

She paused, then admitted, “I am planning on leaving; with Joseph, if he wishes to be with me.”

Ashe looked at the others in the room with them, “I have heard something different. From what I understand, all of those here wish to leave with you.”

Sheryl was dumbfounded, and the look she had was complete and utter shock, “I …”

Ashe stepped closer to her, “Answer me one question: are you worthy of them?”

Sheryl shook her head, “No. Absolutely not.”

“Are you sure of that?”

“I have done nothing more than be who I am. I have not done anything more than that.”

“You are wrong, you know.”

It was then that Sheryl noticed something she hadn’t before. Placed in front of every kneeling soul there was a pink bracelet … exactly the same as Joseph wore.

“I never … I didn’t …”

Ashe took Sheryl’s hands in her own, “No, you didn’t. They chose for you … for both of us. I was going to offer you my place and leave … retire … leave everything to you.”

Sheryl shook her head, tears beginning to form, “No, this isn’t what I want. It isn’t …”

Ashe shrugged, “You want to do the right thing. If you do not take my place, there is another who will. Someone who is not like you. You care; you have cared. You will look after them because that is who you already are.”

Tera’s voice came again …

Sometimes the hardest thing to do is say yes.

Sheryl bit her lip, “I am not their Mistress. I am only Joseph’s.”

“He chose well. They chose well. Accept that you are Mistress with my blessing and be what they need. Please? For their sake?”

Sheryl looked back at Joseph: the trust, the complete trust in whatever she decided, so very plain upon him, the pink bracelet shining on his wrist. “I promise to do my best.”

When she looked back to Ashe, she noticed that not one bracelet remained on the floor … and Ashe had lifted her right wrist to reveal that she wore one, as well … “Of course you will. Joseph chose well.”

Sheryl entered the sitting room and found, as she expected, the one that she loathed more than any other being in the universe sitting there.

To most he was a nothing: a face in the crowd, one that could be overlooked so easily. But the seeming normality hid behind it a force that wished to be more than he was. He was human, completely so, but morals were long past from him. All that mattered was what wealth, what power, what gain he could realize at the expense of others.

Specifically, right now, at her expense.

He had been examining the suitcase he collected each time he visited, Sheryl refused to deal with his underlings before and, after what happened … there was no possible way she would deal with anyone else but him.

She wanted to see him, dissect him—unfortunately, not physically—try to pick apart what might make him crack and give what she wanted. The problem was, she knew exactly what it was he really wanted from her. If the thought of him near made her skin crawl, there was no possible way he would have what he wanted. But he would never know that … for good reason.

As such, the game began once more, one piece after the next moving over the board they played on …

Sheryl crossed from the archway to the Victorian chair that rested near to the wrought iron fireplace, unlit now … not lit for some time. She brushed her dress smooth behind her and then settled into the chair, her hands resting upon the deep black fabric of the upholstery. She was a pool of bright pink surrounded by the deepest of darkness … a reflection, perhaps, of how she truly felt in that moment.

“It’s about time you came.”

The smile hid Sheryl’s true thoughts, “Oh you wish that you could manage that, don’t you?

Instead she tilted her head slightly forward and spoke, “My business is mine. You asked for me, I am here. What would you like?”

“You.”

Sheryl’s smile didn’t change an iota, “You know the answer to that.”

He seemed to be mentally undressing her, which Sheryl was quite sure would be the extent to which he would manage such a thing as he continued, “Pity. We could rule if you did.”

Sheryl’s eyes narrowed slightly. The foolish mortal always believed that power was the be all and end all. It had taken Joseph for Sheryl to understand what was more important.

“I am not at all interested.”

He shrugged, almost dismissively, “Then I’ll have to find one of yours that will.”

Sheryl’s thoughts moved to the others standing around the edges of the room, trying to blend in, but unable to hide from her what their feelings were. Some were quite willing to kill this mortal in her name. Others simply rejected him out of hand. Still others considered a means to trick him for Sheryl’s benefit.

But the one overriding feeling in the room, the one that warmed Sheryl, was that not one of those that had given her the gift of being Mistress thought about leaving her.

Sheryl could have laughed, or stood and threatened him, but before she could do so, Celeste came to stand to Sheryl’s right and said, quietly, as was her way, “We are spoken for.”

Sheryl nodded slightly in unspoken thanks to those in the room, knowing full well that the one sitting across from her had no real understanding of all that they had done, not just to her and Joseph, but to all there.

This was the game he played each and every time he came here. Now, it was her turn, as it always was … “How is he?”

The silence was, as always, something that caught in her chest … but on the outside, she was still calm and controlled in his presence …

… as long as that would last.

Sep 15 2013

A Review of Frost by Taryn Kincaid

Frost by Taryn Kincaid

Frost by Taryn Kincaid

Succubi are not, of course, the only kind of… well, personally I don’t like calling them demons, but I’ll use that term for the moment, who are linked to sex.

There are others, some more… focused… on being unashamedly… male. Now that isn’t a bad thing, far from it, but along with that comes a personality that is both at the same time enthralling and aggravating.

Perhaps the best heat comes when fire and ice mix? I would think so…

This work is the story of:

Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.

Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.

When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?

Dagney, the middle of three sisters, sort of falls in-between her younger sister being cute and her older sister being a vision of the classic Succubus. It isn’t just that her personality falls between the two, physically she also straddles the two ends of what some feel is sexy or seductive and as such she calls to many a suitor… The problem is that they don’t exactly call to her in return. Valentine Day is coming but Dagney hasn’t. Not for a very long time. She’s become ice and wants some fire.

Maxwell is an artist with heat and fire within him, which considering he is a “fire-sex demon” makes sense. But he hasn’t found the one to quench his fires and when he has tried to be intimate… it never has ended well for the other.

Dagney tore at my heart strings to be honest from the first moment she appeared in the series. There was something… sad I think… about her even in the short conversation she had with her sister. This story just brought that to the fore from the first moment and I felt rather tragically so. She was not so much a character as someone with some real problems in her life. There was so much background that didn’t need to be said for all of her own reflections in the very first scene of the work.

Maxwell… At first I wasn’t quite sure about what he really was like. That’s not to say the real Maxwell didn’t appear in the story, but all of what seemed like stereotypical male bravado smothered him I felt. Once that was past, and he met Dagney… well… then things heated up nicely, but also his real personality, the one guarded much like Dagney’s was, came out and that made an immeasurable difference to me.

The one scene that honestly made me laugh was when Maxwell’s art arrived in Dagney’s art gallery and the effects that it had on everyone there. I especially loved the descriptions of some of the art… the bananas were quite… interesting… to put it mildly… I did have to wonder if the sort of thing that happened was a regular occurrence for how… almost matter of fact-like… Dagney took the goings on there. It was both odd and erotic at the same moment and that is something very difficult to manage in any story I think.

When the two finally meet, the repartee is very delicious and sensual. The things done and said are perfect for the two in one way, but in another they are tragic. There is a disbelief, really on both sides, that they might have found the one they are seeking. That is less so on Dagney’s part, but the hesitation, concern, and almost grief from Maxwell is very clear. It does hurt, quite a lot really, between their first touch and the moment before the climax of the work. It felt right for Maxwell, but the pain I felt for Dagney was as strong.

Lily, Dagney’s sister, and her love Campbell appear appear again in this work and it was nice to see a little bit of character development there, how those two are entwined more and more. It was perfect for those two and felt right for them. I might have liked Lily to have more time with her sister before rushing off after her beau… Perhaps that will be sometime.

An almost casually tossed out comment from Dagney about the new Succubus Queen being “not as evil” as the one before really captured my attention. I have some very high hopes about her and should they come true later in the series I think I will be very pleased to put it mildly… I have a feeling that when the shoe drops about her, one of my questions about a certain often mentioned character in this series that hasn’t been seen yet will be answered.

I still think that the Succubi need, at least once, to have horns and tails, but that’s just my personal preference speaking…

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

I just fell in love with Dagney and Maxwell from the beginning. A lovely couple that do really find their match in the most wonderful way. I also am very intrigued about a certain Succubus Queen that is mentioned, if briefly, and what she is like. Two of three Succubi Sisters, both of whom are not, thankfully, stereotypical… I hope the third meets my expectations when she arrives on the scene…

This coming Friday: A Blizzard and the heat to melt it away…

 

Tera

Sep 14 2013

This YouTube film doesn’t suck

It is rare, to be honest, when I discover a short film on YouTube about Succubi that I really like. It’s still more rare when I laugh about the film and wish that there was more than the film gives…

I found this film called This Sucks on YouTube some time ago, it’s about a awkward teenage Succubus who is told by her parents that she must become a real Succubus by seducing a man and devouring his soul for the first time.

That sounds a bit dry I admit, but, watch the film please and you’ll see why I adore this…

And of course, you can find it on YouTube here:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tO3rhSn91kM

Here’s a still of the Succubus herself, her mother and her father…

This Sucks Still

I have to say that the entire film has sort of a “Married With Children” vibe to it, but that just adds I think to just how funny it is. Oh, make sure you have a look at he fridge magnets… Just too funny…

I loved all of the characters, the actors and actresses were perfect as far as I am concerned. The Succubus-to-be was awkwardly cute and when she stumbles and makes some missteps I fell over laughing. The Mom and Dad are wonderfully evil and yet still you can see the parents that want their daughter to succeed too.

I found it amazing that they accomplished all of this in less than 48 hours too. The writer of this story has a wicked sense of humour and it just shines here. There’s a lot of in-jokes in the scenes as well, I found myself pausing over and over again and just smiling as I found them.

I really would have loved to see this as a web series, but we won’t, it is a single film with so much going for it however. And in having the promise in it, and the story in it that just really spoke to my own sense of humour… I truly thank all of those involved for sharing what they created…

 

Tera

Sep 13 2013

A Review of Thunder by Taryn Kincaid

Thunder by Taryn Kincaid

Thunder by Taryn Kincaid

Obviously not all series have Succubi appearing all of the time and the Sleepy Hollow series by Taryn Kincaid doesn’t have one of the Succubi Sisters appear in every single work in a major way… Still they do pop in, if only for a moment or three, which is nice to see.

Being that this is a series, world building is an important thing. As the setting of Sleepy Hollow has a good number of supernaturally connected beings in it, some of them do, of course, have to have their moment as well. Sometimes the moment is more than it seems at first…

One of the most telling things about someone’s personality is their fears, but also their fantasies. But what if the fantasy contains one of their greatest fears? That the one wanted might not want them in return for that is how they seem to be… or are they?

 

The work tells of:

Lonely young witch, Veronica Hardwicke, has struggled to get on with her life after the death of the elderly husband who’d left her a fortune and a sprawling estate in mystical Sleepy Hollow. When frightening things go bump in the night on a stormy Fourth of July, who better to call than the sexy developer and contractor, Sean Jones, who’s been renovating her mansion for months?

Sean may grace the tabloid pages with a different supermodel on his arm every night, but it’s Veronica who drives him nuts. Ignoring his instinct to stay away, he answers her summons.

Will the thundering passion of their 1Night Stand tear down the barriers between them?

Veronica is a witch with two problems, one is that she has been alone for some time now and she has become frightened of things that go bump in the night. The other problem she has is that she’s found someone that she is hopelessly in love with, but cannot believe herself good enough for him… even if she sees him almost every day.

Sean seems to have everything, but the problem is that what he doesn’t have is Veronica who has haunted him since he met her. And he would like to be the thing that goes bump in the night with her. That is if he can overcome his own fears about Veronica.

The thing about this story is that, really, the two of them are mirrors of each other’s wishes and fears. Both cannot see themselves being good enough for the other. Both cannot understand why they are so attracted to the other in spite of themselves. The fears are in their thoughts from the beginning to the end, looking for anything to cause them to turn away from the other. That is, of course, until one takes a chance and the other is roped into things by their relative. Perhaps the magic isn’t so much in the magic used but the magic in finally taking a chance, pushing their fears aside and just being together.

When the two of them are together, it is a lovely slow burn towards a moment of passion and desire that plays out in the most delicious way between the two. There is a little bit of magic, used in a very cute way by Veronica that made me smile when it appeared. I also liked the releasing of the false front that each of them had placed in front of the other, how that was stripped away and their own truths came to the forefront.

I did have one small problem and that was Sean calling Veronica princess. duchess, countess, and so on. I found that drew me from the story when his pet names for Veronica kept changing through their moment together and then at the end of the work, calling her princess again. It just felt… wrong… somehow… going from the name he called her when he thought she wasn’t listening to others and then back again to it. If not for how this story ended, I would have been wondering if they were a couple or not for that name’s return.

The story was a lovely tease through most of it, both of their personalities very clear as the story went along. The games played between the two were perfect for who they were, though I felt that Sean lost himself trying to explain, to understand Veronica. It also is a bit of a puzzle how quickly that Sean came to deal with Veronica’s magic, though I suppose being that Campbell, in the previous work, wasn’t exactly “normal” and Sean likely had met Lily, he could have had a clue about the oddness of those that live in Sleepy Hollow.

I found myself wondering where Sean and Veronica go from here, a witch and a “mortal” and what happens next between them… One thing is quite certain though… I expect like his brother, Sean isn’t going anywhere…

Being that Sean is Campbell’s brother, who appeared with Lily as the main characters in the previous work Lightning, both Campbell and Lily appear for a fleeting moment in this work. While they really have very little to do with this story, save that Campbell sets up Sean a bit, it was nice to see where their relationship has moved onto. While a glimpse only, it made me smile and i did love the little tease of what that pair is up to… And there are still Lily’s other sisters that have to have their own moment…. Which they will…

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

Lovely heat, characters that come together really well as the story unfolds, and more tapestry added to this universe which I enjoyed. Some of Sean’s pet names for Veronica did get to me a bit, especially he not settling on one which bothered me more than it should have I suppose. Still in spite of that one small quibble a lovely hot read with story is never a bad thing…

This coming Sunday: Frost and something to heat things up…

 

Tera

Sep 12 2013

Succubi Image of the Week 297

A piece of art this week of a Succubus that seems like someone was trying to trap her or control her… As always, that’s quite a mistake and I’m sure that she will explain that to them soon enough…

Hexy Devil by ErikVonLehmann

Hexy Devil by ErikVonLehmann

This art is called Hexy Devil and is by ErikVonLehmann. You can find the original page with this art here and the artist’s page on DeviantArt can be found here.

I don’t find a lot of images of Succubi that have skin colour other than red or normal skin. There is the occasional blue ones, but purple not so much so. But she is interesting for a few different reasons…

She has a tail, which I rather like, she’s really quite sexy and overall I like her look a lot. A lovely tail, wonderful hair and a sensual form are the marks of a Succubus after all. What makes me pause and consider are the ruins on her body and the look she is giving. It almost appears as if she was summoned by someone and they are trying to either enchant or restrain her. Neither of which seems to be working from the look in her eyes and the tenseness in her pose at the moment.

I wonder who she is as this was a commissioned work and I assume it is of someone’s role playing character. There’s a story in her obviously, and I would like to know what it was…

Please visit this artist’s site and see more of their art…

 

Tera

Sep 11 2013

As a costume, it looks as if you aren’t even trying…

I believe that you should, if nothing else, at least appear to have made an effort in finding a costume for Halloween, but more so, you should, really, look sexy. So why is it that some think that adding accessories will accomplish that?

Adult Red Devil Costume

This is, supposedly, called the Adult Red Devil Costume and it comes with the bodice with lace-up front and attached wings…

…and that’s it.

It sells for $20, which for what you get makes sense to be honest.

I just can’t understand why something like this would be even vaguely considered as a costume. The model doesn’t help much either. Too uninspired, too blah-say, too…

Well, in short, if I ever see someone wearing this at one of the parties that I attend… There will be an issue. A huge one.

I can’t see a way to use this as part of a costume for the ugly that it represents really as well. The wings are, truly, one of the most ugly ones that I have ever seen and that’s saying something.

I would give this a negative rating, but I don’t do that. So I’ll give this a zero, shake my head, and walk away mumbling to myself…

And I really hope to find something better next week to wash the memory of this disaster from my thoughts…

That’s not asking much is it?

I honestly don’t think it should be.

 

Tera

Sep 10 2013

Desires 94

It is wrong for one to give pleasure to another? And in that giving, if that is without cost or other need, then isn’t it perfect?

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Desires – Beginnings

By BStyles and Tera S

Part Thirty

 

Tera giggled softly and then said, “It’s nice to know that an Angel can appreciate a being like me…. And that I appreciate them as much…” Her tail looped around his legs and held him close by for Tera. She returned her lips to the head of his cock and so slowly sucked on the tip bringing him closer and closer to the moment of release. But she was not pushing so far to make going over the line necessary for him. She placed her hands on his thighs and then drew them upwards until her hands rested on his waist. Her fingers were warm against his flesh, but only served to hold him steady with the tail.

She swirled her lips and tongue once more around his cock’s head and then pulled free. She looked up at him in pleasure before dropping her right hand to her wet folds as she spoke, “I know that you are ready Martin…. Your body wants this as much as mine does…” She raised her now wet hand to her lips and licked her fingertips slowly clean.

Tera then smiled and then laid herself back on the bed, her legs open to Martin. She played her right hand over her wet folds again and said, “It’s up to you now Martin…. I welcome you to the next moment of my pleasures if you wish them…”

She laid there awaiting his pleasures without a fear in her heart… Without a evil thought in her mind…. Without a need to be anything but what he desired and wished for in that moment…

She tilted her head to the right and smiled awaiting his decision… As always the choice was his to make…

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Choice is…

 

 

Tera

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