Dec 14 2012

A Review of 413 by Rick Murcer

There aren’t a lot of murder mystery stories that involve succubi. The thing about those that do, which always bothers me, is that more time is spent on waxing upon the horror and less upon the motivation, the characters and the desires involved. It is interesting when the story turns to the succubus herself more than the corpse left behind I think. But sometimes succubi are simply supporting cast and not the core of the story…

413 by Rick Murcer

413 by Rick Murcer

The work tells of:

Sam MacNabb only writes the facts. That’s what investigative reporters do. But when he shows up at one of the most bizzare murder scenes in Detroit history, not even Christmas can stop his perception of truth and reality from being altered forever.

Sam, properly named Samuel, is a reporter. One with a past, and one who isn’t quite like normal people in a lot of ways. And this time, being different, his past, and reality all come together in a way he never expected.

In room 413, some things should never be investigated for your own sanity…

The work reads very much like a crime procedural in that we have a murder, an investigation, some characters arrive to try to understand what went on and then there is a reveal that wasn’t expected. There is a lot of introspective from Sam throughout this work, the story is told from his perspective and in doing so we get a good idea of how his mind works. That’s an interesting road to travel on as there are some hints about him that do bring up a lot of questions in my mind about him.

Sam is… different. He’s not, for lack of a better description, normal. How he is different I won’t reveal, but there is something there that is hinted at in the story but is never explicitly stated. That’s not a bad thing and I found it interesting to piece together Sam from what hints we have. I kind of life him, but at one point the examination he undertakes does seem to be a bit too much in the story.

For those, like me, that are looking for succubi in stories, it’s not that hard to figure out who she is. To be honest I would have been more surprised if who it turned out to be… wasn’t. They admit to be a succubus, and they are a mix of both sensuality and horror. The horror aspect really overwhelming the former. The description of her victim through the story harkens back to many traditional stories about succubi, and the lengths to which the author details their ultimate end are… well for me personally it’s a bit much.

I say that because it feels like certain points, the smell for one, are repeated over and over again and I didn’t think it added anything to the story as a whole. It is a grizzly death to be sure, but after the first description of the remains, I don’t see why it has to be repeated again and again when someone enters the scene. The reactions alone would have been enough I think.

It feels like there was a lot of story that was lost for all of the rehashing of detail in the story. I would have liked to know more about Sam, the informer that brought him to the scene, and most of all, more about the succubus herself.

I did like that there was some information given on her past, what she looked like and how she fed on and why. It was an interesting tease into something more I hope from this author dealing with the succubi in this universe they have created.

But the end result is that she isn’t the stereotypical telling of the myth, she isn’t sure or clear really about who and what she is either. There is a bit of duality in her words, which was interesting to read. The thing is that while she could have been something more… she really isn’t.

She’s more of a tool to draw the story towards a conclusion, and that conclusion is both satisfying and not so much so. In other words, there is an open door at the end of this story and the author quite clearly says so at the end of this work that it was meant as an introduction to Sam before a longer book appears sometime in 2013.

I think I will likely read that story, not so much for Sam but for the succubus and her story which I would like to see more of.

As for this story, I’ll give it three and a half pitchforks out of five.

A bit too much dwelling on bodies for my liking, a bit too much introspection, not quite enough back story for my personal tastes and the succubus herself I would have liked to have more of.

Perhaps I will see that…



Dec 13 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 258

I found a lovely piece of art with Morrigan Aensland this week for the Tale… Actually several images of her in one work and I love them all quite a lot…

Morrigan In Style by Jassycoco

Morrigan In Style by Jassycoco

This work is called Morrigan In Style and is by and artist on DeviantArt called Jassycoco. I found this work here originally and you can find this artist’s page on DeviantArt here as well…

I can only describe this art as cute… And I love Morrigan when she does look cute and is cute… I think that her best trait above all else that she is…

I like the sort of chalk art look here, something that I haven’t seen much, if anything of really and that makes it quite unique.

It’s also interesting the different outfits she is wearing and that one of her in the upper left I believe is holding a whip which makes me ponder a bit…

Anything sexy cute with Morrigan is a good thing…

The artist also has this bit of Morrigan and Lilith Aensland cosplay art on their pages as well that is lovely too….



Dec 12 2012

They are horns, not ears…

Sometimes I have to wonder if costume designers understand what certain items they sell are. For example there is a difference between bunny ears and, oh, I dunno… Succubus horns mebby?

Devil Ears Headband

For some reason that I cannot understand, this pair of Devil Horns is sold as the Devil Ears Headband. And I don’t see how someone could make what I think is an obvious error, but that’s just me probably…

One size fits all of course and they are red metallic devil horns attached to a black fabric headband.

It sells for $7 US on a lot of different costume sites.

I don’t understand why there is fuzz on these horns. There shouldn’t be, it looks wrong even if your hair matches the black of the fabric they used, so why add it?

I think I would like them a bit more if the fuzz wasn’t there, but they are a bit too large for my liking and that also makes them less attractive to me…

Two pitchforks out of five.

The name don’t help, and there are better ones to be found I promise…



Dec 11 2012

Desires 58

Even the Succubi Queen can be surprised…


Desires – Needs

By BFSlave and Tera S

Part Eighteen


He couldn’t believe what he just saw. The amazing woman he’d met and fallen for all in the same night just…. changed right in front of him. The funny thing was, he wasn’t afraid of her. Others might’ve been terrified at her demonic appearance, but he wasn’t. To him, she just looked…. familiar. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it hit him. His eyes got bigger and with a gasp he said, “YOU!! You’re the one! How could I forget that dream?!?” Images flooded his memory.

A while back, when he couldn’t say, he had an incredibly beautiful dream. It was a bar, kind of like the one he was always in. He was alone, literally. Not even the bartender was there. He looked across the dance floor and he was the most beautiful, erotic sight he’d ever seen. A woman. No, a demoness. Glowing green eyes, red skin, horns and a tail. Instead of being scared, he felt drawn to her. They began to move closer together. Not really walking, more like floating just above the floor. He noticed they were both naked, and her body was indescribable. As they got closer, he saw this beautiful face. A look of happiness and love in her eyes. He felt this rush of emotions. Not just lust, but… love. Real, deep, heartfelt love for this woman. He felt like they were supposed to be together. Like they were meant for each other. A smile covered his face. It mirrored the one on her’s. As they drew ever closer, she reached for him. He reached out for her as well. They were meant to be together. It was like a long search had finally ended for both of them. But, just as they were about to touch, it felt like they were pulled apart. The room began to fade away. They kept reaching for each other. He saw her mouth seem so scream, “Nooooooo!”, but he couldn’t hear her. His eyes opened to the darkness of his room. He was covered in sweat, and was apparently crying.

He tried to go back to sleep and have the dream again, as he so often did when he was having an amazing dream, only to wake up when he didn’t want to. But, it was no use. He went back to sleep, but the dream was gone. The next day, he couldn’t remember the dream completely. He vaguely remembered the bar, and a beautiful woman that he was in love with, but that was all. That Friday night, his search began. He went from bar to bar, club to club trying to find the right one. When he found one that resembled the one in his dream, he spent every weekend there, sometimes weeknights, trying to find… her. The one in his dream. The one he could barely remember. The one that was standing before him right now.

He didn’t know weither to laugh or cry. So he did both. He stood and walked over to her, tears running down his face, running past a huge, happy smile. When he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply, lovingly on her beautiful lips. He broke the kiss and looked into her glowing eyes. He caressed her face softly. He looked at her horns and gently touched one, letting his hand slide down to her cheek. She was so beautiful. More beautiful than she was in her human form. His heart swelled, filling with love for her.

“Oh Tera. You’re the one I’ve been searching for. I can’t count how many nights I’ve tried to have that dream again. How many bars and clubs I’ve sat in trying to bring it to life. Now, here you are. It’s over. The searching, the rejection, the broken heart, trying to find the one my heart was looking for so desparately. It’s all over.” He looked into her eyes and ran his thumb along her soft, sweet lips. “You asked me if I was sure I wanted to give you my soul. Well, I already have. It’s been yours ever since that beautiful dream. Ever since that night, my heart has been searching for it’s owner. It’s…” The word the doorman used became clear in his mind, “It’s Mistress. I belong to you, Tera. My mind, my body, my heart and soul are yours. Now that I’ve found you, I’ll never leave you. I love you, Tera. I’ve always loved you.”

He saw her eyes fill with happiness. Tears ran down her beautiful, red cheeks. A smile spread across her face. Again, her face mirrored his. He kissed her again, more passionately this time. He wanted nothing more than to make love to her. Forever.


I am the stuff of some special dreams sometimes…



Dec 10 2012

Speak into the Air by TeraS – Part Four

The story continues today…


Speak into the Air

By TeraS

Chapter Four



They didn’t stop Lily.


It wasn’t a question of how powerful they were, or how determined Lily was. It wasn’t that their weapons weren’t strong enough. It wasn’t that Lily was able to resist them. It had nothing to do with force at all.


The power wasn’t in Lily herself; the means to pass was the note she held and the need that came from it. In that need, in that wish, she could pass, could overcome, and they could do nothing but bluster and threaten and belittle her.


It wasn’t enough. Lily left them behind her. She did hold a question in her thoughts that she could not take away: Was she really, after so long, really prepared for what was coming next?


She paused at the edge of entering the place where she had been called to. She wanted to appear dramatically, powerfully, desirably … but it didn’t turn out that way. The shift didn’t feel right. Something was different, but she wasn’t exactly sure what it was. She could sense her clients nearby, felt them: their emotions, their needs, their desires, their … fantasies … She also felt her own fears, her worries, the overwhelming sadness that surrounded her. It was, Lily realized, so very familiar because it was the same feeling that she had been living with for so many years herself. The light was gone, and in its place was … emptiness.


She drew a shuddering breath and tried to wipe away the tears that were pooling in her eyes. Blinking them clear, she noticed that the darkness that hid the space around her was, ever so slightly, pushed back by the wish she now held like a lifeline. The despair was returning, pushing against her, but the wish had formed a halo around her that the gloom couldn’t quite get through. Lily hoped that it would be kept at bay …


Her eyes could see now, and it was clear that she was standing in a house of some kind; more accurately, she was in what looked to be a sparsely furnished family room … but there was no family: no sounds of laughter, of joy, of anything that said that there was life here.


She worried now, the ache within her deep and mournful as she feared that she was too late, that her own worries, uncertainties, and more had delayed her far too long. Her stupidity must have cost her subjects … everything.


Lily dropped to her knees, hands covering her eyes, and she was overwhelmed by the realization of what her own selfishness had cost her. It had been everything. It was all happening again … “I’m sorry… It’s all my fault …” Lily spoke to both the one who summoned her and the one she had lost so long ago.


“I don’t deserve to be. There’s nothing for me anymore …” The images of her own loss, her own folly, came to her now, each and every moment—and, most of all, the instant when she knew, fully, that there was nothing for her anymore …


But Lily snapped back to the here and now as she heard the voice again … “Lily …” not in her thoughts now. No, it was … here?


She scrambled to her feet and called out in reply, “I’m here!”


The answer, after a short time, was, “Lily …”


She moved now, guided by the small glimmer of hope in her that it wasn’t too late, that she could make a difference. The house wasn’t large, but it felt to Lily like it took ages for her to pass from room to room, look inside, and then move onwards. The call of her name came from everywhere and nowhere. She thought the voice was in one place, but then it wasn’t. Lily’s searching became more and more frantic the longer it went on, until she tripped on a rug and fell once more.


And then she noticed something. The wish! It … pulled her ever so slightly in one particular direction. If she had been paying attention, if she hadn’t lost herself to despair she would have felt it tugging as if wanting to return … home.


Lily stood up, took a deep breath to calm herself, and moved in the direction that the wish desired. She soon found her destination …


Lily called out to her summoners when she entered the room, but she wasn’t heard. The darkness, the loss, the despair around the three of them swallowed up her words completely. She tried to embrace them, but her hands passed through them like she was a ghost. She couldn’t understand why that was. It had never happened like this before.


She looked at the wish she held and unfolded it, traced her fingers over the words, and tried to make sense of what had happened to her. Was it that they didn’t believe that she would appear? Was that why she couldn’t comfort them?


She tried to touch them, comfort them, but she was mist, etherial, without solid form. All she could do was call out into the air, sobbing softly with the words in reply as she listened to their voices in the darkness …


“Lily …”


“I’m here …”


“Lily …”


“I’m here …”


“Lily …”


The wish dropped from her fingers and fluttered towards the carpet below …


“Please … I’m here …”


Then a flash of both light and darkness came …


Dec 09 2012

A Review of Joseph and the Succubus by John Gallagher

The myth of Lilith is a well known thing I believe. It’s interesting to me when authors take the concept of Lilith and change her myth, or actions, towards something that hasn’t been seen before. The work I will be reviewing this week has as one of the main characters Lilith… But she isn’t quite what you would have expected from the title of the work…

Joseph and the Succubus by John Gallagher

Joseph and the Succubus by John Gallagher

The story tells of:

A young man’s sleep is disturbed by a most unwelcome visitor with a most unwelcome request.

I’ll note that this story first appeared in a collection of works by this author called The Half Eaten Boy and Other Ghastly Tales which was released earlier this year as well.

Now, going by that title you have to expect a great deal of horror themes in the story. And in this story there is lots of that happening.

I don’t personally feel that Lilith in this story is so much a Succubus as she is a demon in search of something she needs. That need drives her and makes her take things from her victims.

The thing is, and this isn’t explained, does she need this but once, or is this an ongoing quest that she does over and over again?

Questions like that, and others, are unresolved by the end of the story, which is a little disappointing, but understandable in this context. The point of the story is to get in and out quickly without a lot of exposition about the characters or anything else.

The format of this story focuses the author in this direction, so we are left with a story which drips in horror and then final reveal, when it comes, is awfully sad.

I will not spoil it, but to me, what happens is about the worst thing that could possibly happen to a human being and that’s saying something…

The author writes with style and with a firm hand on the  story. They know where they are going and how to get there as well. Edited well, nothing really took me from the story save the points where Lilith’s actions were disturbing.

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

It is mostly a horror story really. That’s not a bad thing in itself, but it is that. Erotica it isn’t, which again you have to expect from the themes in the story that appear. The ending is unsatisfying  to me personally. I don’t like horror, even slight horror, so that reduces my enjoyment of this work.

But the author can write really well and that’s the important thing.



Dec 08 2012

And Another Morrigan Aensland Tribute YouTube…

Time once again for a Morrigan Aensland tribute YouTube I found to share on the Tale… Rather like the music in it and many of the images of her are just lovely too…

And if you can’t see it here on the Tale:

And, finally, one image that I really liked most of all in the work…


Morrigan Aensland

I have seen other works by this artist, I have no idea who they are however and I would like to know so if anyone does… Please leave a comment?

I have to admit that I found some of the more racy art of Morrigan didn’t quite strike me the right way, though I will admit that I smiled when she appeared in a Maid’s outfit… Really didn’t expect that and I haven’t see any art of her drawn that way… nor did I expect to see her wearing bunny ears instead of her normal head wings…

I will have to do a bit more searching…