Nov 09 2012

A Review of Hunger of the Succubus by Tasia Winters

One of the things that gets rather irritating is when an author releases a story, then hints at a sequel and then… pulls the rug out from under the reader by removing both the original story and the sequel as well. In the case this time, the author I hope didn’t take offence at the review they got at Amazon and will, someday, return to writing what is, really a very delicious Succubus story…

Hunger of the Succubus by Tasia Winters

Hunger of the Succubus by Tasia Winters

The story told of:

Keiri’s body has been prepared. Now, she is half out of her mind with animal lust, wearing only her collar and a white strip of cloth. Sire Mattias is leading her, on a leash, to hunt Brianna.

The succubus she inadvertently created.

Ritualistically, Keiri was taken for hours, fucked by The Sires and Headmaiden Lithia. Her passion, her lust and pleasure has been bound into magical symbols on her body, crafting her to be a weapon, to hunt the succubus.

Little does she know, she is about to become the hunted.

The story follows Keiri as she is used to hunt a Succubus. One that she knows very well because she, apparently, helped to create her. But how that happened, why it happened, and most of all, what Brianna was before we never know.

Setting that aside, the rest of the story is one of dominance, of control, and all of the things that mix in those themes. Keiri is chained and leashed, is made to repeat her submission to the one that holds her leash, and acts very much like the slave she seems to be. Except of course that she isn’t really able to hold her focus…

Having one’s mind connected to a Succubus, and feeling, knowing, all of the things that the Succubus encounters scrambles her mind to a large extent. That then creates an interesting mix of self need in Keiri to pleasure herself, or to be pleasured in any means possible. But she cannot be and thus must whine and whimper through moments of temptation and wanton desire in spite of herself.

But again, the problem is that we don’t know how she got to this point all that well. She hints at the means that were used, that she is marked with tattoos and so on, but the details are thin and the reader’s imagination has to fill in the gaps.

This is disappointing because the author writes some very, very hot scenes for Keiri and Brianna. I really didn’t expect them to be as delicious as they were, mostly for all of the D/s moments in the story, but I can overlook them for the story itself.

The hunt is the focus of the men in the story, but it is the taking of them by the Succubus, and the experience of that which Keiri shares that is wonderfully hot. I found that the description of what Brianna does, what she takes, and the effect she has on those she controls was well done. I found that I wanted to know a lot more about her, more than was said in this story, but we only see hints of Brianna…

I wonder what she really looks like, how much of her appearance is actually succubus-like or not. Keiri is covered in runes and symbols, we learn a lot about how she is dressed and so on… But not for Brianna.

This then brings up the point I mentioned at the beginning of this review. You cannot purchase this book any longer at Amazon, nor can you purchase the other work that is connected to it. So a lot of story, a lot of explanation is missing. The author moved off towards more D/s stories and just didn’t seem to come back to this series again.

Perhaps that’s why they pulled the work from Amazon rather than continue after they got the one review they received. As for that review, yes, the work is short and yes it ends just as it gets really interesting and hot. Perhaps it was meant to be, it seems we’ll never know for certain on that point.

It is a shame that the story isn’t being continued… I think that Brianna is interesting and I can sort of see the end fate for Keiri in this story. How the author would get to that point I think would have been an amazing piece to read.

I do recommend this work, even if it isn’t available any longer. Perhaps someday it will be again?

I’ll give this work four out of five pitchforks.

The biggest problem is that we are dropped into the middle of the story and we never really know the beginning and the end is never told. If the author ever releases this work, and the other parts again, I would ask that they make the entire story one work.

It would be amazing…



Nov 08 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 253

I’ve always liked Betty Paige. For those that don’t know who she is, and I would be surprised if you didn’t, she was a model in the 50s and really if you don’t know about her, have a look here in Wikipedia for more…

I found a really beautiful piece of art recently that really does remind me of her, though some of my online family seem to think that it reminds them of me…

Please to meet you by Scebiqu

Pleased to meet you by Scebiqu

This is called Pleased to meet you and is by an artist called Scebiqu on DeviantArt. You can see the page where I found this work here and the artist’s homepage on DeviantArt here as well!

I love her horns, nice and cute as my favourites are, a lovely long tail, again very yummy, she doesn’t have bat wings but feather-like ones, again like the ones that my Succubi self has as well. A lovely outfit that isn’t trashy or over the top either and a perfectly sexy hairstyle too…

Actually I can see why they think it looks a lot like me as it does have that classy seductive look that I love most of all…

Do visit the artist’s site and have a look at all of their other lovely works of art!



Nov 07 2012

Rockin Succubi Costume this isn’t…

And so yet another year of trying to find a decent Succubi costume begins…

So, let’s start with something that isn’t really a disaster, but I have so many questions about it…

Rockin Red Devil Costume

This is called the Rockin Red Devil Costume, and it comes with a two-piece costume with red sequins, a flame bodysuit with an attached tail and horn head band.

The shoes are not included as always…

It sells for $45 US on many sites on the web…

It’s not close to the best costumes I have looked at here on the Tale. Setting that aside, it isn’t the worst one either…

Yes the horns are lousy, I don’t care for them much, but considering the outfit, the tail and the horns all together, I kind of like it actually…

The mesh bodysuit I think is a mistake, I would have liked it to be a bit heavier or, not have that at all and make sequinned cuffs instead…

I think this has possibilities if it had been thought out a bit more, but, as I have said, it’s not the worst thing I’ve ever seen…

I’ll give this two and a half pitchforks out of five.

Middle of the road really, but with some work, and the right shoes, this could be something really nice…

And I really like those shoes… a lot.




Nov 06 2012

Desires 53

Anticipation is…. making me wait…


Desires – Needs

By BFSlave and Tera S

Part Thirteen


She held his hand as they left the club and then she stopped at the edge of the sidewalk. She wanted to have him now. She wanted it so much… As much as he did, but using her magic now would destroy this moment forever and he might not stay with her.

She raised a hand and a taxicab pulled up in front of them. The door was opened for them and a moment later she slid into the back of the cab her long legs disappearing within. After he entered and closed the door she told the driver, “Spria Towers please….”

During the drive there she didn’t say anything, She snuggled up to him in the cab and just enjoyed the warmth of him against her as they were driven through the city. It took almost twenty minutes to get there, but they finally arrived at her home in this city.

As they left the cab, she casually tossed a fifty at the cabbie and then followed Derek out of the cab. They paused for a moment at the front of the building looking at it towering above them. She smiled and said, “Welcome to my home away from home Derek..”

It was a modern looking building that reached high into the sky above the city. The walls were polished chrome and glass with the light of the apartments within shining into the darkness of the night. She took his hand again and they walked towards the main entrance to the building.

The doorman watched them approach and opened the door bowing to her slightly. In a low voice he seemed to say, “Welcome home Miss Tera…” Or was that, “Welcome home Mistress Tera…” The sounds of the city made it hard to tell which was correct…

They walked through the marble lobby together hand in hand. As they did her heels clicked on the marble floor echoing over and over again in the lobby rhythmically. One of the elevator doors was open and waiting as they approached them. A moment later and they were within the elevator. She pressed the button for the top floor and then after the doors closed she leaned against them, the bare back of her dress allowing her bare skin to touch the metal of the doors. Goosebumps cascaded across her back and then as he watched her nipples stiffened from the cold seeping into her body. She moaned and then whispered, “We have forty floors to occupy ourselves with….. Have you any ideas Derek?”



But it’s better that way isn’t it?



Nov 05 2012

Speak into the Air by TeraS – Part One

This is a special story for a special person who asked for something special…

With love always…




Speak into the Air

By TeraS


Tera held the note between her fingers lightly, for the stuff of dreams, hopes, and wishes was so very fragile. She traced a finger over the handwriting: the words were simple, yet asked so much in what they said.

She had received many wishes and dreams in her life. Some were very obvious, such as a wish for her to perform some act or provide some kind of pleasure. But with those, the words didn’t show an understanding of what those in the Realm were, what they believed in.

Some saw them as much less than even that.

This note did not. The soul behind these words did not ask for herself or himself; no, that would have been too obvious. These words asked for something that was not for their author, for what the author wanted was not as important as giving to another.

That made this dream, this wish, one that Tera held and thought about.

It wasn’t asking for her to do something—not exactly—but what was asked for was something that she wanted to have happen, something she wanted to be true, something she wanted to be. But the question was whether she could ask for one of her own to do her a favor.

It wasn’t that Tera couldn’t ask, it was that she didn’t want to impose her will upon another. It wasn’t her way to use her role as the Queen to get what she wanted. It was … difficult for her when that had to be.

What made this wish more than all of the others was that it spoke of one specific individual in the Realm. It told of what she looked like, how she spoke, who she was, and, most of all …

… it told of her name.

Tera read the name once more before folding the note carefully and slipping it back into the envelope it came in. She touched the simple four words written on the envelope’s face of it and sighed.

Breathe Into The Air”: Tera knew exactly which of her succubi this spoke of and that was her main concern. Tera didn’t have, to be honest, the best of relationships with her and that would make what was to come, she expected, harder than it had to be.

Finally, she walked out of her home and made her way across the Realm, note in hand and determination in her stride. She might even get to have a real conversation with the one of whom she needed to ask the favor of.

Lily, in the meantime, wouldn’t know what was coming her way.

Lily, known by Tera by her proper name Lillian, was an amber tail, and that meant that she had a problem that not many others in the Realm had: being amber, she had a mix of the powers of red, orange, and yellow tails. For ambers, the powers were slanted towards one of the three tails that were part of them, but they also had a smattering of the others within them as well. In Lily’s case, her powers were focused on vitality, endurance, and healing.

Which was rather unique in the Realm.

Tera understood, from reading the note, why Lillian might be requested, even if the one who wrote the words wouldn’t, couldn’t possibly know how apt they were. But Lillian had become somewhat isolated from the rest of the Realm, had been for some time now, and that concerned Tera most of all.

While Tera had her Castle in the Realm, she didn’t use it much, save for the moments when someone visited expecting to see the Queen of the Succubi in all of her glory. No, she was always happier to be in her small home in the midst of the Realm with her Eternal and be part of those around her, not above them.

It wasn’t quite the same for Lily. Lily’s home was a small—the word being relative of course—mansion on the southern edge of the Realm, facing the Plains of Dreams. Lily asked for permission to build her home there and it was, Tera thought, one of the most wonderful places in the Realm. But something happened on one of Lillian’s travels out of the Realm, and things had changed.

Tera, not wanting to pry but, in truth, knowing the reason—she was the Queen, after all—could not do more than watch Lillian draw herself within its walls and then just … vanish … from life in the Realm.

Until today: Tera arrived at the hedgerow that surrounded Lillian’s part of the Realm and, after drawing a long breath, stepped onto the cobblestone pathway that lead into her world. As she walked through the garden that lay around Lillian’s home, Tera couldn’t help but sigh a little as she regarded the space around her. Once, long ago, this home had been well looked after: the flowers, trees and more all just so. She had found pride in her home, in what it represented, in what she could do with it. But now the grass was long, the ground unkempt and it seemed as if Lillian didn’t care about anything from the looks of things.

That thought seemed to be more true when Tera arrived at the main doors to Lillian’s mansion and found one door slightly ajar, the wood, once lovingly polished to a shine, dimmed and dingy. If this was how her home was, just how much worse was Lillian herself? The lights were out, the carpets thread worn, dust covered every surface, and, for a moment, Tera was concerned that Lillian wasn’t there, or something worse had happened. But then Tera heard the creak of a floorboard high above her and made her way up the wide spiral staircase towards a dim light that flickered from one of the rooms upstairs. As she came closer, she felt Lillian there and paused outside of the door, wondering if she should really see her.

“Come in, Tera. You’ve come this far, you should see me, shouldn’t you?”

Tera passed over the threshold and found herself in Lillian’s sitting room. She remembered how it once looked, the walls covered in books on life, health, the living world, the carpet a deep blue, a large window facing the gardens outside. But now, the walls were but empty shelves, the carpet threadbare like the others in the house, the window covered in dust, little sparkles of light only occasionally making their way through, and, against the far wall, by that window, Tera found Lillian sitting in a small worn leather chair, looking at the window blankly.

“Hello, Lillian.”

When Tera spoke her name, the look that Lily gave in return reminded Tera yet again just how much Lillian didn’t like to be called Lillian. The problem was, Tera found it incredibly difficult to use nicknames, and she really had to concentrate not to do so.

But seeing her now, compared to how she was, had diverted Tera’s focus. Once Lillian was passionate about life, about living, about the world around her. Now it seemed that all her passion had been drained from her life and she was just marking time.

Now sitting there in the chair was a tired, so very tired, Lillian, not caring about herself much. Tera remembered the stunning being Lillian once was, her short crimson hair in a bob, the shiny silver dresses that she loved to wear along with the strappy heels that once were her trademark in the Realm; how the sun, when it shone against her horns and tail, made them sparkle with joy in the life that was around them, her brown eyes so focused and yet contemplative, anxious to discover all that she could. This Lillian was barely wearing an oversized sweater and just didn’t have any of the life in her that Tera once knew.

But the old anger came through from Lily clearly when Tera used the name she truly disliked: “My name is Lily.”

Tera nodded, “Alright … Lily. I’m sorry.”

She answered with a snort of derision and then turned away, not interested in Tera any more. But Tera wasn’t going to leave, she wasn’t going to be brushed off, either. So Lily walked across the room and then paused beside her Sovereign.


“Why what?”

Tera waved her right hand, gesturing at the room around them both, “Why this?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Tera stood there, her tail swishing behind her, watching Lillian … er, Lily’s face, looking for a hint that she didn’t truly believe what she said. The problem was, she did. “It matters.”

Lily was suddenly standing in front of Tera, her finger poking against Tera’s chest, “NO, it doesn’t, not to anyone … No one cares, so I don’t either.”

Tera just looked at her and said nothing.

That, more than anything else, gave Lily pause, and she took a step back, but her words didn’t retreat: “No one cares, Tera. That’s the truth.”

Tera shook her head and then held the envelope she’d brought with her between the two of them. “This is the truth … Lily.”

The auburn-tail looked at the envelope, seeing the words written on it, but not understanding what Tera held or why it mattered. “I don’t do that any more.”

“No, you haven’t had the will to accept it. That’s the truth.”

“How can I?”

“Why can’t you? Why can’t you try, just one more time, to see?”

“It’s not worth it. I’ll just …”

“… make things worse? Make a mistake?”

Lily turned away and started walking, but Tera followed her through the mansion, always two steps behind, and constantly asking her questions as she did so …

“Think about all of the good you have done. Think about all of the good you can do. Have you considered that?

“You matter, can’t you understand that?

“Why don’t you come back and see that you are wanted?”

It was in the main hall where Tera finally stopped being kind and started pressing the one button that she knew would get Lily’s attention.



“No, your name is Lillian. That’s the name your mother and father gave you, that’s who you are.”

“My name is Lily!”

Tera caught Lily’s hand as it moved to strike her and held it tightly. Tera wasn’t mad, not even close to it. She was upset with herself more than anything else.

“If you want to be … Lily … then …” Again, Tera showed her the envelope, not saying another word.

When Lily tore the letter from Tera’s hand, the Queen feared that it would be ripped into pieces in the next moment for the frustration that she could see in Lily’s eyes.

“I don’t promise anything, Tera.”

“Just read it? Please? I’m not asking you to do anything more than that.”

Lily finally opened the envelope and read the note it held. For some time, she didn’t know what to say. She did wish that she could take back what she said to Tera about calling her “Lillian” and the other stupid things she now regretted. Much like Tera did, she just read the words, then traced them with her fingers … and really thought about what it asked of her … of them.

“Tera, I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about … Lily. I …”

She looked at Tera wistfully, “No, “Lillian” is fine, Tera. I should have understood that better … understood why you never said my name any other way.”

“I couldn’t explain …”

“I know. I’ve forgotten who I am. I’ve lost what I can do, Tera … I …”

Tera still wasn’t pleased with herself. She brushed a hand through her hair and asked, “What are you going to do?”

Lily folded the note and whispered, “I don’t know.”

Tera closed the distance between them, her right hand touching Lily on the shoulder … a touch Lily hadn’t felt in centuries: “Perhaps not knowing is where we start?”

Lily was confused, but listened to what Tera had to say. The two of them talked until the sun set on the Realm and, finally, they decided on what they would do. They hoped that it would be … somehow … what was meant to be. And that it would make two dreams—now three—come true.

Finally, Lily asked Tera a question. “Why me?”

Tera’s reply made them both smile …

… “Because. What other reason need there be?”


To be Continued in Part 2

Nov 04 2012

A Review of A Spirit in the Night by Katarina Ravenwood

One of the hardest things for me personally to read is a story set in Victorian times. It’s not for the language or the setting so much as the way that all women in that time are written to be sub servant to their husbands, to show as little intelligence as possible and, more often than not, lose their sexuality because they must act “right”…

But what if they could act differently?

A Spirit in the Night by Katarina Ravenwood

A Spirit in the Night by Katarina Ravenwood

  • Title: A Spirit in the Night
  • Author: Katarina Ravenwood
  • Publishing Date: March 3, 2012
  • Length: 3,500 Words
  • ASIN: B007GT1IEK
  • This work at

The story is about:

Mary is the proper, demure wife of a cold, distant husband. She has lived a life of meek subservience, keeping her sinful desires hidden deep down. Then one night her dull existence is shattered when she receives a visit from a lustful demon, a mythical incubus.

The creature unlocks a world of secret desires within Mary, and she learns the true depth of her hidden desire to sexually dominate in this sexually graphic short story loosely inspired by the Gothic horror romances of old.

Mary is a stereotypical “good” Victorian wife. That is to say that she obeys her husband, whether she really wants to or not, submits to his desires, and, tragically, has found that their love, which once was passionate… isn’t any more. Her husband is away more often than not and when he returns there is no love or passion anymore… Only duty. And duty isn’t making Mary any happier.

One day, she discovers a creature watching her and it awakens a passion in her to dominate it and that eventually makes her relationship with her husband change into something oddly different. And all of that is caused by the creature, who might be an Incubus, who allows Mary to do things and think thoughts that “good” women… don’t.

It’s an interesting transformation to watch really…

She goes from meek woman to a much more dominant one in a very short period of time and uses that dominance to her advantage which to me seems to be the point of the story overall.

My issue with stories like this is that they have the sensibilities of the time they are set in and, as a reader from the here and now looking back on those times, I just have a lot of issues with the treatment of woman in those times…

Setting my issues aside, the author writes well, the speech and thoughts feel right for the time and setting. The flow of the story is very good and I wasn’t drawn out of it save for the moments when I had to stop and shake my head at how Mary was seen and treated in her time.

The only thing that was missing was the question of why this all happened. I can take a guess at it, but I won’t. You should read the work and make up your own mind on that subject I think…

I’ll give this work three out of five pitchforks.

Many questions never answered, though the answers and reasons for what the Incubus wanted, did, and managed to change in Mary and her husband… Oddly, by the end of the story I felt as if Lilith would have been a better name for her…

It probably is.



Nov 03 2012

A mini Succubus sculpture…

I love cute things… And I found a really cute and fun little succubus figurine this week that I’m going to share today on the Tale…

Sylvia the Succubus by FantasyFiguresThis cute little thing is called Sylvia the Succubus and is by FantasyFigures. You can find the page on where I found this lovely work here for those that might want to support this artist’s works…

The figurine is about one and a half inches tall and comes with her own little spear and whip that you can see in her hands…

She has a pair of red horns and a red tail which you can’t see in this image but can on the webpage where this lovely sculpture is for sale…

She sells for ten British pounds, and can be in different colours ii you contact the artist, but really she’s just perfect like this I think…

I love the whimsy in this work and the overall feeling I get from her is fun and cute and then some. I know that she isn’t “sexy” but really  this is just too cute as she is and she really doesn’t need to be over the top anyway…

Please do visit the page with this work and support this artist!