Sep 16 2012

A Review of Jessie’s Dirty Little Secret by Jade Twilight

Some concepts about Succubi and Incubi are very interesting to me… And the idea of a family having an Incubus that passes from generation to generation is really an interesting thought to ponder… The question becomes writing a story that gives that concept justice in the story and the characters…

Jessie's Dirty Little Secret by Jade Twilight

Jessie's Dirty Little Secret by Jade Twilight

The story is:

We all have our demons…

Jessie has a secret. She’s inherited Garin, the family incubus. For generations, he’s granted Jessie’s family wealth, power and privilege, but it comes with a price… In return, they must satisfy the demon’s sexual desire.

Now it’s Jessie’s turn. When she proves a match for Garin’s insatiable appetites, her escapades draw the attention of a god who has demands of his own.

Will Jessie sacrifice everything to satisfy her carnal desires?

The first thing that I should say is that this work doesn’t seem to be available any longer at either of Smashwords or Lyrical Press either. That’s a shame really as the story itself is really quite good, the characters as well thought out, and the world itself makes a good deal of sense…

On to the review itself then, Jessie’s grandmother has passed away, and as a result of this, she has been given the family’s secret… an incubus named Garin. There are two problems however that she has to deal with, one is her boyfriend, the other is her girlfriend… oh and then there is the problem of a certain horned being not named Garin that wants Jessie for his harem… and other things…

I liked Jessie. she’s a bit headstrong, a little niave occasionally, but in spite of that, when Garin seduces her, she starts to become quite adventurous in bed, and other places, with him. This of course leads to some very hot scenes with mortals and then with immortals as well.

I thought the world of the Incubi and Succubi was interesting. The connection with their “God” and what their society is like, from what little is given about it, really makes for some interesting reading and there could easily be an entire series in that.

Some very steamy sex scenes in the work, there is quite a lot of bondage, toys, and menage a trios as well to see. For the most part I didn’t mind that until at one point in the story the bondage became very rough and Jessie was hurt physically to the point of pain. That personally for me is a turn off, but thankfully the author didn’t dwell on that too much and it passed quickly.

No real errors in spelling or grammar or anything else to speak of, which was nice to see. It’s a decent length to tell the story of the characters and not make it exclusively about the sex scenes as well.

There are no horns or tails on the Succubi or Incubi that appear in this work, save for their “God.” Whether or not that is supposed to mean something isn’t made clear. What is made clear is that Incubi and Succubi live off the energy given from humans when they orgasm, but they can feed on each other as well. However according to the one Succubi in the story, and Garin, the energy isn’t “as sweet” as a human’s is.

I would have liked to have found another story to add to the world the author created here, but there isn’t one to speak of. The author has written other works about other mythical beings, but not Succubi or Incubi again as far as I have been able to see…

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

The work tells a story, makes it hot, and ties up a lot of loose ends at the end, but there isn’t a lot of background to read about, which I like to see. I would have liked to know more about the Succubi in this universe, but that didn’t happen and if they are anything like the Incubi, that would be interesting to know more about.



Sep 15 2012

A cosplayer that is a real life Morrigan Aensland

I found a cosplayer that I think has done a remarkable real life cosplaying of the succubus Morrigan Aensland that I would like to share today on the Tale…

She calls herself Mrs Hyde and this is, really, wonderful I think in so many ways…

Morrrigan Aensland Cosplay by Mrs Hyde

Morrrigan Aensland Cosplay by Mrs Hyde

Now this is just one of several images of her as Morrigan, I’ll share one more of the series that you can find here as well, and you really should have a look because it’s amazingly well done…

Morrrigan Aensland Cosplay by Mrs. Hyde

Morrrigan Aensland Cosplay by Mrs. Hyde

Mrs. Hyde is apparently from Colombia, and she has done quite a lot of cosplaying, her favourite is this Morrigan costume that has won 2nd place in one cosplaying contest she entered it in.

According to her, the costume is the creation of Claudia Arana and is a remarkably complex thing really, but her bosy shape lends itself to Morrigan quite well and I think that the overall look is so very close to the drawings of Morrigan that she is, for the most part, really a real life Morrigan dressed up like this.

She gave quite a lot of detail on how the costume was put together, and it really lets you see how much you have to work at things to make them come together like this so well…

According to her:

The little wings on the head were done with fabric, wire for the structure, sculpting material and plastic old cables to simulate the “bones”. They are fully removable and very light-weighted.

The wig is “Tina” from Cosworx in turquoise, styled and cut by me.

The big wings were done with plastic tubing (pieces of hula hoop to be more precise) with wire inside to maintain the desired shape, then everything was cover in fabric and finalize with some sculpting material to create the tips of the wings and the little bone “claw” at the top. All the materials were chosen especifically to keep the wings as light as posible.

The body is made out of a very strong pleather and it has two small “pockets” behind in wich the wings are inserted, the body holds up because of the strong material and the lightweight wings. On the inside it has a bra cup for support and shape, that comes with clear detachable straps for comfort.

The stockings were died from scratch (I think I messed up about 15 pairs just trying to get the right color T.T), the little bats were painted while I was wearing them with a stencil and a sponge with very little paint to avoid leaking.

The gloves were died from scratch and the feathers are sewn to them in an elastic band to allow me movement on the arms. The band also has little hooks on the ends for attachment to the body.

And the boots were custom made for the outfit.

Of course this description does not come close I think to the, I am sure, months if not years of effort that she put into making this perfect example of Morrigan come real…

Much love and huggles to Mrs. Hyde and Claudia Arana for their work and sharing it with us all!



Sep 14 2012

A Review of A Succubus for Freedom and Other Tales of Obscene Orgies by M. E. Hydra

Time for another collection of stories by one of my favourite authors M.E. Hydra. I reviewed his first collection called A Succubus for Christmas and Other Tales of Devilish Delights here on the Tale. The second collection called A Succubus for Valentine’s Day and Other Tales of Perilous Pleasures I reviewed here on the Tale as well.  The third collection called A Succubus for Halloween and Other Tales of Terrifying Temptresses, can be found here. And a review of their full length novel, Succubus Summoning 101, is here on the Tale. This week on the Tale I will be reviewing their latest collection of stories, the fourth, called A Succubus for Freedom and Other Tales of Obscene Orgies.

A Succubus for Freedom and Other Tales of Obscene Orgies by M. E. Hydra

A Succubus for Freedom and Other Tales of Obscene Orgies by M. E. Hydra

This collection tells of:

You can’t escape. You won’t want to escape.

Succubi and other monstrous femme fatales abound in M.E. Hydra’s fourth collection of wild, warped and wickedly dark erotica. Lie back and enjoy as alluring sirens ensnare helpless prey in thirteen weird tales of sex and horror.

A drummer’s plans to separate his mother from her boring partner go horribly awry when he asks “A Succubus for Freedom”. An arrogant massage parlor reviewer is taught a lesson by a creature of myth in “Naga Massage Review”. In “Come on the Candle”, a student upset over a recent break-up summons a succubus during an arcane rite of cleansing. A young man discovers “What Bad Boys Get For Christmas” after he is abducted by some extremely naughty elves. “Riding the Medusa” details an unorthodox and risky form of recreation for bored soldiers stationed in an adjacent dimension. And finally, a shy man in his thirties finds his virginity and more under threat after he’s “Locked in with a Succubus”.

Prepare to be surprised, shocked and aroused by these and other tales of dark temptresses. They’ll give you pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, and terrors beyond your darkest nightmares . . .

Once again, as in previous reviews of this author’s works, I will be reviewing the individual stories and then the work as a whole:

A Succubus for Freedom – Once again the “gift” that appeared in the story A Succubus for Christmas and A Succubus for Valentine’s Day and A Succubus for Halloween appears to some mortals. A small band comes into possession of the tablet and ask for certain things from it, one of the band asking for freedom. He returns home and has a dream about a Succubus. And then he meets her for real and all hell breaks loose. It really is a story of being careful what you ask for, you might just get it. The story ends on a down note as all of the stories that have to do with the Succubus tablet do, and to be honest I was expecting it so it didn’t come as a surprise when it did. I think that perhaps the underlying theme in this story is one of seeing the truth before it is too late… In this story that doesn’t happen and the consequences are telling. Four of of five pitchforks.

Exile – A man travels in a grey world and remembers something more, something with life, passion and fire. His Succubus that he can no longer touch or feel. It’s very difficult to spoil this story, to me it is obviously who the man is and what his connection to his Succubus is. There is a contrast, and it is a hard, almost violent one, between the memories and the reality. There is more to be told about this man, whomever he is, but we can only really guess and ponder the question he asks in vein. It really is something different from this author, but honestly I think it was one of the most amazing things they have ever written. Five out of five pitchforks.

Guard Duty – A guard is brought in to keep watch over something. He discovers that it isn’t something, but someone, and she’s not human. She’s a Succubus. This is a work that is connected to the series of Don stories by this author, the Don being a mobster that has many, many Succubi working for him. In this case it’s not about the Don, but one of his rivals who is trying to find a way to overcome the Don’s advantage. The story however is only of the guard and the Succubus. I thought it was interesting the questions that were passed between them, and to be honest I would have liked more of that dialog in the story. There are echoes of past works in this one, and I will not spoil them, but it’s very easy to see the connections here. I liked the suspense and the characters, the ending was well done in more than one way. Four out of five pitchforks.

Don’t Fuck the Flowers  – Another in the series of H-Space stories which are really the most horror leaning stories that this author writes. A group of soldiers are on patrol and they find an odd grouping of flowers that remind them of something. And that something costs them dearly. More horror than sexy really, and that’s a shame as the idea in this story really is a good one. I think that there should be a little less horror and a bit more sexy in this universe, but it isn’t set up that way really. Three out of five pitchforks.

The Biggest Tits in the World – A group of friends visit a strip club which, they have been told, has a stripper with the biggest tits in the world… and something more that they didn’t expect. Mostly horror with a little bit of sex in it. I will say that there is the barest hint of Succubi in this story, but it’s an aside to the main work itself. Again there are echoes of other stories that the author has written in out of the way strip clubs with secrets… Three out of five pitchforks.

A Night at McHooligans – Three people out on Halloween go into a pub… a very rough pub in a rough neighbourhood, one of them dressed up like a Succubus… really well dressed up. In fact so well that you’d swear her wings and tail were real. The local thugs appear and begin to abuse them.  Things go downhill from there… but for whom? This is a wonderful story, I enjoyed it from beginning to end, and at the end I wanted more. Oh, and having a Succubus Liberian? Hydra, you really took something I love and made it wonderful… I really won’t spoil this story any further, but honestly it really is one of my top picks in this collection. I would love to see another Rosa appearance. Five out of five pitchforks. And read this story first. Seriously.

Barbarian vs. Succubus – A warrior triumphs over a king and believes the battle is over and that all of the riches of the kingdom are his… His battle is just beginning in truth. Another in a series of stories pitting a Succubus against various heroes and not so much heroes. The story I expected to go in the direction that other works in this theme have gone, but it doesn’t and actually I liked this story for for that change. More story, more background, more of the world than in previous settings. Well done and a very good read. Four out of five pitchforks.

Onychophoral Dreams (The Soul Worm II)  – A soldier tells of his escape from a horror of H-Space… or has he really done so? Overall an interesting story of wishes and dreams being granted in a way that makes one question reality. It is a very deep thing to consider in the midst of all of the horror that surrounds the story. I found myself more interested in the beginning and the end than the part in the middle. Two and a half pitchforks out of five.

Naga Massage Review – A reviewer of massage parlours arrives at an out of the way place and acts poorly. In the end he sees the best girl they have, but the girl is a Naga. I think that the author is starting to have a mini-theme in their works about Naga and similar beings and, honestly, I rather liked the Naga herself. I thought that what happened in the story made perfect sense for the situation as well. Comparing this story to the one in the previous collection, I have to say that I enjoyed the first one a bit more. But I would like to see more of this Naga again. Four out of five pitchforks.

Come on the Candle – A man visits a shop for some mystical help in overcoming his needs. He is given a candle to help him, but finds that the what is helped isn’t him. A Succubus story, albeit s bit different one. I did like how things came together and where the story went from there. The ending was a bit horrific, but not too much so. There are quite a few questions left unanswered,a and they probably will never be, but that makes this work more interesting. Four out of five pitchforks.

What Bad Boys Get for Christmas – A gang attacks Santa and then some of them find a group of girls that seem to be hookers… seem to be being the operative word. And they they discover the real truth about Christmas. Kind of a you reap what you sew kind of story. Some very hot moments in the middle, but that is bookended by some pain in the beginning and horror at the end. To be honest, I didn’t quite see the ending and that was a surprise. Four out of five pitchforks.

Riding the Medusa – it is a bad thing when soldiers are bored. It’s more of a bad thing when they get involved in doing something risky that they do not understand. And there are worse things that some never think about. The last H-Space story in the collection. Not really a horror story which for an H-Space story is something rare. It’s more of a story of two lives, what happened in them, and what the ramifications are. It is odd, as are most of the stores in this universe, but honestly I found this to be the one story that I actually enjoyed. Four and a half pitchforks out of five.

Locked in with a Succubus – A man is sent to visit a woman and discovers that she is, or at least she claims to be, a prostitute. At least that is what she seems to be until she leads him into a room, reveals that she is a Succubus, and then locks them both in the room together… and wants something from him…

This is a story that runs though the collection and acts as sort of an intermission between each of the longer stories. It has my favourite of all of Hydra’s Succubi, Nicole in the story and it was wonderful to see. The thing is… I’m not sure that the chopping up of the story into little vignettes really is the right thing to do. The story itself really is something to consider, but jumping in and out of it hurts it I think. So, personally, I would read this story in long continuous read rather than in pieces… But then I love Nicole and so I am biased to her really.

One thing I need to say, having Nicole say “Heh.” at one point really didn’t sit well for me. Considering her attitude, her seductiveness and what we have seen of her in the past… it just seemed wrong. It’s my opinion I know, but really I don’t see how a Succubus of class would stoop that low in her language. It was nice to see other characters in Nicole’s universe be mentioned, it’s always a good thing to remember the seductive themes of this series most of all… Oh and the massage that Nicole gives is very hot and sexy…  And I loved the description she gives of eating her prey like melting ice cream… That is, most definitely, a Nicoleism.

And something else I liked as well… She isn’t perfect, and that is for a logical reason which I thought was well done. Things go a little bit wrong here and there and in that happening we see more of Nicole that we really have ever seen in the past in stories about her.

The thing about erotic moments with Nicole is that they are erotic. I still believe that she deserves her own book, really a series but I won’t be too greedy. She is an almost perfect representation of what I believe is the pinnacle for a Succubus… She has power, she is dangerous, but she is in control of herself and makes choices that are good ones. Not simply evil, though there are hints of that in her, but instead she is a being that made a choice, is holding herself to it, and in doing so, becomes so much more…

In the end, this story makes the collection for me. I would have rather read it all at one time and I really think that if you read this book you should do so. The story is strong, the characters are very real and most importantly, you will find yourself wanting to see where the story goes.

And for me personally, Nicole reminds me a lot of myself in how she seduces and teases those she is with. But it is also that she learns about herself, and them as well, which makes things much more interesting to me.

I understand that the author tends to lean more to the horror aspects of Succubi and other beings. I know that there is a market for that, and I know that he has an audience for that as well. The thing of it is, Nicole really is someone that I want to see in her own story… badly. Darn it all there is so much hidden story to her that I want to know and we only see little tiny pieces of it.

I want the entire Nicole and not the slivers of her. She is, by far, the most interesting, real, seductive, and soulful character in all of this author’s works…

I’d gladly pay for a book about her. Obviously a five out of five pitchforks. More Nicole… please?

Once again, well written, overall there is less horror than in the author’s earlier works, which personally made it much more enjoyable for me to read. While horror is well done by this author, it is when they give themselves into a long, detailed, character driven story that their talents truly shine…

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



Sep 13 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 245

For last week’s Succubi, this week’s and next week’s I will be sharing the works of the artist Hooksnfangs on DeviantArt. You can find their page on DeviantArt here, and last week’s Succubi here on the Tale as well…

And this week, the fun Succubi continue…

Jaddice by Hooksnfangs

Jaddice by Hooksnfangs

This work is called Jaddice and I originally found this work here on DeviantArt.

This is just such a fun image isn’t it? A mischievous smile, a pose that is delicious, a cute playful tail, and an outfit that is just perfect for a Succubi…

To be honest, it’s really a toss up between this image and last week’s for my personal fav from this artist… I think I like the other one for the whimsy in it, but this one for the seductiveness of it…

Either one makes a lovely Succubi…

One more next week to come…



Sep 12 2012

A pair of Devilish shoes…

With any Succubi costume, there of course has to be shoes… The hard part is finding shoes that are sexy and Succubish… Which isn’t the easiest thing to do…

This isn’t that bad a choice I think…

Devilish Shoes

These are described simply as being Devilish Shoes and are as you see them here… They have a 5-inch heel, black pitchfork details, cutout flames on the heel and the ankle strap has devil tail accents, all in shiny red patent leather.

And they sold originally for $47, but they can be found for as little as $25 at many costume sites on the internet…

I really do like the look of them, and I think I will order a pair for Halloween this year…

Yes, I have figured out the costume I will be wearing to the annual party and these shoes will be perfect for the outfit I have planned…

I’ll try not to giggle evilly I promise…


Sep 11 2012

Desires 45

How do you say hello exactly? And in the right way?


Desires – Needs

By BFSlave and Tera S

Part Five

She smiled and giggled softly at his words, “I’m new and at the same time rather old as well…”

She focused all of her attention on him, watching his eyes, his body language and she felt comfortable around him. He wasn’t trying to put up a false image of himself to her. He was just being himself. She was so amazed by that. It was something so different from what she had always seen in this place.

And then there was that other thing about him. He was…. Was….. Something… Something about him was so inviting… So tempting…. She found herself drawn to him as much as he was to her.

She asked in a soft voice that somehow carried over the music and noise around them, “I do hope that I am not intruding on anything… I would hate to do something like that to you my dear…”

She tilted her head slightly as she looked at him. Slowly her hair spilled over her left eye, and for a moment it looked as if her eye was glowing underneath the fallen hair. She raised her hand and brushed the errant locks from her eyes and smiled at him. A moment later and she offered her hand to him and said, “Where are my manners! I’m sorry… Please forgive me… My name is Tera. And you are?”

And so it begins doesn’t it?



Sep 10 2012

Drinking by TeraS

I wrote yesterday that I was thinking about a fanfic of sorts about Lost Girl. Well, last night this came to me and I decided to share it today on the Tale… This story, or rather scene, is set in the Lost Girl universe and is not cannon of course… But what if it was?



By TeraS


Bo was at home: a mess as it always was, empty bottles of all kinds of liquor scattered around the place. Half awake, she stumbled over a couple of them on the floor, making them scatter and clink as she did so.


Kenzi wasn’t there, she was out … again. After what happened with the Garuda, something had changed with her, and she was distant of late. Bo intended to talk to her about that as soon as she could. She managed to stumble over to the couch when there was a light knock on her front door.


“The universe is having too much fun at my expense.” With a whine she got up again, made it through the hallway, and opened the door. Being in a bad mood she was about to growl at whomever it was when she was brought up short by who was there.


“May I come in?”


Bo had been told by others that she was beautiful, a large part of that being she was a succubus, after all. She hadn’t really seen any other Fae who came close to her own level of charisma and power over others.


The woman that asked the question, however, made Bo lose her train of thought. The first thing that caught Bo was this woman’s eyes: green, so very green. If that was all that she had going for her, that would be more than enough … but it wasn’t. A confident look went with the eyes, a bemused smile too. A wild mane of raven hair that framed those eyes and face. She didn’t dress over the top or wildly, she just … looked right, for lack of a better explanation. She looked … right.


Something that Bo would never forget.


When Bo didn’t say anything, the woman waved a hand at her and asked again, “You know, standing there in your dressing gown in the draft will do you not at all any good.”


Bo shook her head gathered her thoughts and asked, “What do you want?”


“Rather blunt, but, really, all I would like to do is talk to you for a while.”




“mmm … Call it an interest in you.”


“Anyone with an interest in me wants something.”


“Shame that. Care to try something new? Just for the heck of it?” The woman held up a take-out bag, “I have donuts; you look like you could use the sugar.”


Bo thought about how odd this woman was, but finally decided to let her enter: “Come on in. Excuse the mess.” She closed the door behind the woman and followed her inside. “So, Dark or Light?”


“mm? It’s a bit early to be cooking chicken isn’t it?”


Bo rolled her eyes, “Dark Fae or Light Fae?”


The woman laughed softly, “Let’s say I am an interested neutral observer and leave it at that for the moment.”


“Everyone has a side. Except me.”


“Maybe that’s part of what I want to talk about.”


The woman set the bag of donuts on the table by the sofa and then asked, “Mind if I have a seat?”


“No … fine … please do.”


Bo watched her as the woman continued, “So tell me, Bo: are you going to manage to remain neutral or are you going to allow yourself to turn towards the Dark?”


“I don’t know what you are talking about.”


“Of course. And hiding your problem from your friends and, more importantly, Trick accomplishes what exactly? You fall a little deeper into despair, into losing your friends and your life and then … well, then things get really bad don’t they?”


The woman nudged an empty bottle with her right shoe, “Oh, and you really need to cut back on the drinking. Honestly, it amazes me that you haven’t made some huge mistakes while you are drunk.”


“It’s my life.”


“Is it? What about Kenzi? Do you think you can protect her when you are drunk, when you can’t think straight?”


“Leave her alone.”


“Oh I would not think about touching her. I rather like her. But she takes risks, you do as well, and the worst time for the two of you is when you are both drunk. That happens far too often.”


“If I want abuse, all I have to do is walk outside.”


“Ah, that’s the next thing. You really need to learn how to play the game so that you can survive in it. You have the talent to do so, and yet you are more interested in using weapons and fighting your way through. How about using some finesse? And I don’t mean the shampoo, my dear.”


“I’m a succubus. No one takes me seriously.”


“Oh you are a succubus; there is no doubt of that. But the question is: what does it really make you? Who are you? You just don’t seem to be coming to an answer about that, are you?”


“At least I finally understand what I am.”


“Yes, you have that much. But what do you do with it? Just running around chasing your tail”—the woman seemed to smile for some reason at the word—“doesn’t get you anywhere.”


Bo walked over to the woman, stood over her, and said in irritation, “What do you know?”


The woman tilted her head to the right and waved her left hand idly, “You would be surprised. Still, it is, as you say, your life, isn’t it?”




“And so Dyson and Lauren aren’t important either, are they?”


“Shut … up.”


“Temper, temper, my dear. You really need to control that, too.”


“You are about the most pain-in-the-ass Fae I have …”


The woman held up one finger: “When did I say I was Fae?”


Bo was brought up short by that admission, “You … you have to be Fae.”


She chuckled softly, “Oh … not really. I am who I am, and I’m not Popeye …”


Bo pulled at her hair in frustration, “Why can’t anyone tell me anything clearly?”


“You could ask.”


Bo shot a look at her, “It would never work.”


A shrug, “Suit yourself, then.”


As Bo watched, the woman opened the bag of donuts and pulled out a chocolate one before offering the bag to Bo: “Go on. You were out all night, got smashed, and you are going to have a massive headache in a moment or three …”


Bo took the bag and looked inside, “From the booze or from you?”


“Me, most likely.”


Bo sighed and walked off towards the kitchen looking for aspirin. Pushing around some of the trash there didn’t make them appear, so she turned back toward the woman, only to discover her standing nearby holding a bottle in her hand: “It was in your bathroom, next to the toothbrush.”


Bo took the bottle. “Thanks.”


“You’re welcome.”


Bo swallowed two tablets and the woman continued, “You know, if you really took stock of yourself and looked after yourself and your friends, you would be in a much better place.”


“Everyone thinks they know better than I do.”


“Have you considered that some of those people might actually care about you?”


Bo mulled that over while she picked the sprinkles off the donut she pulled from the take-out bag, “Not a lot of those … I’m..”


“Just a succubus?”




“My dear, that’s baloney and you know it so how about you stop being sorry for yourself? You have so much promise.”


Bo looked stunned and then started to laugh. This went on for a few minutes until she realized that the woman was standing there, her arms crossed over her chest and tapping a finger. For the first time ever, Bo felt like she was disappointing someone that she really shouldn’t be. “Um … Sorry.”


“Don’t worry about it. I’ve seen worse.”


“Why am I not comforted by that?”


“That would be telling …”


She walked close to Bo and then traced a finger against her cheek, “The young do not know who they are or why they do what they do. When the time comes, you’ll understand.”


She stepped back and that odd smile was there again, “Enjoy the donuts, and for your own sake, cut down on the drinking will you?”


“That’s it?”


The woman stopped and turned back to look at Bo. As she did, Bo felt a shiver pass up her spine, “Don’t disappoint me.”


“Who are you?”


The woman smiled as she turned away and walked out the door, “My name is Tera. Ask Trick about me sometime …”


Later that night, Bo was sitting at the Dal Riata and did just that.


Trick seemed surprised at the question, “Tera? Where did you hear that name?”


“Some woman came by and we talked. When she left she said that was her name, told me to ask you.”


“Describe her.”


“Tall, long raven hair, really hot … and I mean she was stunning, Trick. Wore a long red coat and …”


“… black capri pants, ankle boots, and a bandeau top? Amazing green eyes?”


“Yes. But how do you know?”


Trick reached under the bar and put a bottle of whiskey and two glasses on the countertop. He opened the bottle and explained, “She is the Queen of the Succubi.”


“Hang on. We have a Queen?”


“Well, she is one of them, there are a lot in the universe that call themselves a succubus queen, but only one who calls herself a succubi.”


“I’m confused.”


“Here, have some of this. It gets confusing.”


“Everything Fae is confusing.”


“She isn’t Fae.”


“But she’s a succubus?”






“If you see her again, don’t say that. Trust me.”


“Trick … Grandfather … please … small, simple words.”


“Tera is … different. She isn’t from around here, not a lot is known about her, but one thing is.”


Bo rolled the whisky in her glass around for a moment before setting it on the bar top, “She’s blunt and expects you to listen to her?”


Trick looked at the glass and then Bo, “What did she tell you?”


“To get my head on straight, to stop drinking like a fish, and … and to remember what really matters.”


“Which is … ?”


She laughed, “Oh, that’s easy: family, friends, doing the right thing because it is the right thing to do.”


“Smart woman.”


“You know, it felt like she had been around for a long time, Trick. Like she knows … everything …”


“Best guess is eons, Bo.”


“She’s a goddess?”


“Goddess … angel … devil … She is succubi … she’s Tera. Anything else anybody tries to hang on her doesn’t quite stick.”


“She said something about trying not to disappoint her, but she didn’t say how.”


“Well, knowing her legend … some of it is doing what you do. The one thing that is always true about Tera—besides the part where she can make men and women melt with a glance or a touch—is that she makes people’s lives better, all the time, every day.


“In that way, both of you are a lot alike. I think she would just want you to be the best you possible, and to enjoy who you are.”


Bo took hold of the glass again and raised it to her lips, but paused and returned it to the counter.


“Can I have a coffee, Trick? Somehow. I really don’t want to piss her off just now.”


“You’re probably right.”


“And maybe, just maybe, there is something more for me.”


Trick picked up the glasses and put them away, smiling at his granddaughter. “About that, you’re definitely right.”



Love and many thanks to my heart for taking the time to help with my disaster of a story..

With luck, Storm Clouds will return next week…