There’s only so much cinching a corset can do

Womens 4 Piece Red Sexy Devil Corset Costume
Another one of those costumes where it’s more tacky than it should be, a bit more over the top than makes sense too. Corsets are fine, that can be lovely, but this example is rather off putting for a succubus costume.

This is the Womens 4 Piece Red Sexy Devil Corset Costume and it comes with the corset, a pair of wings, the rather disappointing horn and, of course, a pitchfork that I want to set on fire. This ensemble sells for $140 US.

It’s really disappointing, very tacky and overall it’s just not a really nice looking corset. Beyond that the horns don’t add anything to this, the pitchfork is less than nothing as well. Overall there’s not much here that appeals, nor should it really.

There are far nicer looking corsets that can be paired with a side-slit skirt, thigh high boots and a really good pair of horns. It wouldn’t take much to outshine this costume with not that much effort.

I’ll admit that it would be more expensive, but at least you wouldn’t be embarrassed.

Zero pitchforks out of five.

Nothing special, but something special can appear given a bit more effort overall…


A Review of Sex Starved Succubus by Samantha Clemmons

Sex Starved Succubus by Samantha Clemmons

Sex Starved Succubus by Samantha Clemmons

There’s a number of very short works appearing of late, something that I refer to as being pamphlets quite often for how short they are. It’s fine to publish a short work, but at the same time, if there’s a story idea, or the seed of one, sometimes it’s better to flesh that out into something more as a whole.

That all said, there’s a subsection of these works in which the purpose is, at least to me, a roleplay idea and that can be interesting when the idea is a good one. But again comes the question as to why not flesh out things more?

  • Title: Sex Starved Succubus
  • Author: Samantha Clemmons
  • Published By: Amazon Digital Services
  • Length: 3 Pages
  • Format: eBook
  • ASIN: B0994RX3M6
  • Publishing Date: July 10, 2021
  • This work in Kindle Format at

The work tells of:

Tables are turned on the Alpha as his new Succubus bride makes her wishes known in this short erotic paranormal fiction.

A wolf shifter finds himself trapped by a succubus, but is it that much of a trap?

The author published a prior work with a similar theme and it feels like this work is supposed to follow on from the first. But that’s not exactly clear overall. As such, this is a very short hot flash that doesn’t develop the characters much beyond telling what they are and not giving much of a voice to who they are. But then that’s really the point of this work, being that this very much is a roleplay scene, a fantasy to be built upon.

The succubus, who isn’t given a name, really doesn’t display much in the way of being a succubus other than wanting her partner in every way possible. There’s less seduction than it is a move directly into the sex scene as well. Again, that’s the point here, but even so, there’s a lot that could be done to build this into a story, make it something more and I really wish it was.

Two pitchforks out of five.

It’s a start, not a lot more and that’s a shame. There’s something here that could be used towards making a larger story and that’s the point really. It’s just so very little in the way of a succubus story idea as a whole. Three pages isn’t enough as a whole I’m quite sad to say.


It’s Not An Act by TeraS

Once more into Cassie’s story and it’s time to face the music.

You can find the previous parts here, here, here and here, here, here, here, here, here, and last week’s part is here.

When you have to tell the truth, no matter what the result will be, you have to be able to prove that …

It’s Not An Act
By TeraS

The hotel disappeared in the rear-view mirror as Cassie left for the final time. She had no intentions of returning there, no matter what happened next. Keith had explained that it would be a bit of a drive, but that was okay, it allowed the silver-tail to gather her thoughts.

Knowing that this would be her last night with Keith, at least before his ebon-maned Eternal made herself known, finally crystallized her thoughts. Cassie knew what she needed to tell him, and what she couldn’t tell him, as well. There was no possible way she could just lay out his entire life’s future; that would cause nothing but problems. The possibilities of temporal paradoxes and the dangers that came with knowing one’s future would only complicate things.

But there were parts of the story she could reveal. The question was how that would come to pass, if Keith would even believe her and if not, just how far the Temptress would go to make their future happen. Turning onto the highway leading from the city core, she realized there was only one way: the truth.

Everything else would have to look after itself.

He’d said she could arrive any time, he would be home. She wondered what his home looked like; she only had the map to guide her along with the address. She didn’t expect a mansion. That wasn’t him. She didn’t expect anything more than a place that reflected his personality.

She didn’t expect the home she’d found. Not that it wasn’t a reflection of her adored one: the red bricks were expected; the seeming ordinary look was meant to be. What Cassie didn’t expect was that Keith’s home was so very familiar to her.

Pulling into the driveway, she found herself looking at the same home that the Eternals had where her Realm met this one: same interlock driveway, same layout of the home, same two floors and all. The only thing missing was the fence where Tera met with her heart in the evenings. She knew this place intimately in the future. It wouldn’t be, she expected, exactly the same inside, nor would it have the additions built onto the home over the years as their family expanded. But the beginnings of their home were here, and Cassie thought that it was so very much like the Eternals to be just themselves regardless of the Palace, the Realm, or, for that matter, what royalty were expected to do.

Once more Cassie realized just how much change the Realm had been through because of them. Once more the Temptress realized how much she’d changed for them, as well.

“Welcome to my humble abode my Lady.” The blonde was startled when Keith called out to her from the side of the house as he approached. Her adored one looked … right. The plain red (of course) shirt and jeans weren’t a surprise. He had been clear that she shouldn’t dress up; there wasn’t any reason to. That didn’t mean the Temptress exactly followed his suggestion … exactly. Opening the door, Keith discovered Cassie’s idea of ‘not dressing up’ was a silver top that hugged her curves, a silver skirt and–this being a concession to him–low red heels.

“You didn’t have to dress up, Cassie.”

Taking Keith’s offered hand, her reply attempted to sound innocent: “Do you like?”

His answer would forever stay with her: “You’re beautiful, but I don’t think anything will match that silver dress.”

There was the smallest twinkle in her eyes as Keith led them towards the backyard: “I’ll remember that.”

It wasn’t a fancy restaurant. It wasn’t some grand club, either. It was, however, one of the moments the Temptress would admit put everything else to shame. A simple wood picnic table set on a simply furnished patio. Dinner cooking on the barbecue to one side as she and Keith just spent the afternoon turning towards evening talking. The meal wasn’t anything fancy, but this just showed the silver-tail something of the red-tail-to-be’s talents. She would be sure to … encourage … him in making dinner for her again … sometime.

The sun soon began to set among the houses around them, the night turning cool. Finding herself curled up on his sofa, just talking, gave the Temptress a very strong feeling of deja vu. She wouldn’t, however, do what she did on that spring night in the Realm, at least not this evening.

They’d been talking about the house when Keith mentioned his library. It didn’t take much for him to show it to her. It was exactly how she expected it, the shelves, the telescope in the corner, old cameras tucked away along the tops of the bookcases, and, in one corner, a leather chair–the same leather chair that would find its way into Keith’s office in the future. She’d brought in her canvas bag and placed it on the floor, resting against a bookcase. When she looked upwards, her eyes found … the book, dog-eared, well-read, looking so very much out of place with all of the other books around it. She tapped a finger on the spine: “Interesting book.”

He knew what book she was touching: “We all have our fantasies, Cassie.”

Green eyes met so-blue ones, her hand now waving in the direction of the chair nearby: “Let me tell you a story.”

The Temptress began to pace back and forth, just out of reach. From time to time, one hand pulled on her blonde mane as she put the words together. “There is a place called the Realm. This place is the home of the succubi and incubi.” He was going to say something, but a wave of her hand stopped him. “To be clear, these are not the same as legends make them. They call themselves ‘succubi,’ never ‘a succubus.’ It’s the same for the incubi: none of them is ever an incubus. They aren’t part of …” She pointed to the floor: “…down there. They believe in passion, love, and the Goddess herself.”

Keith watched from his chair: “Where are you going with this, Cassie?”

“I know your fantasy.”

“It’s only a fantasy Cassie, it’s not real.”

The silver-tail crossed the room, standing her ground a tail’s length from him: “What if it was?”

Her adored one seemed intrigued: “If it was, then, are you suggesting you are … one of the succubi?”

“And if I was?”

Keith had always told the truth. This time it was more truthful than Cassie expected it to be: “If you are, it doesn’t change that I love you.”

Cupping her hands over her mouth, Cassie fought back tears: “I am Cassiopeia of the Succubi.”

She couldn’t quite see through her tears, but she felt his hand touch her arm: “Cassie? Look at me, please.” He’d left the chair, and she knew that look. He wasn’t thinking about himself when he asked the next question: “Is this the real you?”


“What’s different?”

“You don’t see my tail … or horns.”

“They’re silver … aren’t they?”

She should have known; he was always so perceptive: “How did you guess?”

“Silver seems to be your thing.”

She was sure she looked a mess as she wiped the tears: “Silver-tails are said to be all about glamour. Like how red-tails are about love.”

Keith stepped back: “Show me the real you, Cassie.”

She could have shifted forms in an instant, but not this time. She drew the process out, starting at her heels, shifting from low red ones to taller, sleek, silver ones. As the change came, Keith watched as the silver dress reappeared, the silver bracelet remaining on her left wrist as it did. Passing over Cassie’s forehead, a pair of–he thought–cute silver horns came into existence.

The long, sleek silver tail hovering over her shoulder, moving on its own, the tip seeming to look at him, made her story real. The Temptress, in all her glory, turned in a slow circle for her adored one. She needed him to see that this was her real self, the one that, in the future, he would come to know so, so well.

She noticed something. Yes, he looked at her tail. Yes, he looked at her horns. But he didn’t dwell on them. Again, he surprised her: “Tail or not, horns or not, I still love you.”

Her tail wrapped around his waist: “This is me. You can’t understand how much I love you, what you mean to me.”

His touch against her cheek made her eyes flutter: “Can you tell what you mean to me?”

The truth had to be said, no matter how hard it was. The sigh in the words was heart-breaking: “Yes. But we can’t be together.”

He never expected those words: “Why?”

Cassie tuned towards the bag she’d left against the bookshelf and handed the silver framed picture to Keith.

“Tomorrow … you will meet someone who is perfect for you.”

Keith started to reply, but Cassie stopped him by placing two fingers against his lips. “You’ll understand the moment you see her. She told me that when she first saw you, you looked … right. I never understood, not really. Now I do. You are … right … and that’s so difficult to explain.” Tapping the tip of her tail against the frame, she continued: “The future … I can’t tell you about it, but you make that happen. That is the future you gave … that you will give … to all of us.”

His so-blue eyes looked at the photograph and then back to the Temptress: “Cassie … are you …”

Her tail wrapped around his waist once more, her smile not hiding the delight: “There won’t be a day when I won’t be tempting you.”

“But …”

She nodded: “I won’t know you like I do now, I won’t remember this time with you; it hasn’t happened for me yet. But there will come a day when I will.”

Her adored one was quiet for a time, Cassie was surprised when he brushed her blonde mane off her shoulder, allowing the tresses to fall against her back in waves: “It won’t be easy to hide the truth from you.”

“I know. That’s not who you are.”

He seemed very thoughtful: “I’ll … figure something out.”

Cassie smiled: “That’s very much you.”

She shivered as his hands rested on her hips, her fingers finding their way to his own, bringing her love closer, deep green eyes meeting so-blue. Her voice seemed so very small: “I’m sorry.”

“Whatever for?”

“Not being perfect for you.”

Her love’s answer was, when she thought about it later, so very much him: “You are perfect, Cassiopeia of the Succubi, in all the ways that matter.”

A Review of Empath’s Lure by Jen Lynning

Empath's Lure by Jen Lynning

Empath’s Lure by Jen Lynning

Creating a universe with depth and meaning to surround a story is important. There needs to be a reason why things happen, meaning to the events and, most of all, a way to draw the characters of the story together that makes sense and isn’t something that just happens for no reason at all.

In telling such a story, that universe can create its own desires and needs. Whether the characters submit to them, or take control, is where things get interesting.

  • Title: Empath’s Lure
  • Author: Jen Lynning
  • Published By: Amazon Digital Services
  • Length: 134 Pages
  • Format: eBook
  • ASIN: B098TSRR4P
  • Publishing Date: July 6, 2021
  • This work in Kindle Format at

The work tells of:

An incubus reluctant to use his powers. An empath confident in her own skin.
His powers may not affect her, but there’s more than magic in play.
Lisca doesn’t want to be a part of Lhanaperi’s trade delegation. While she is heir to a powerful merchant family, she is on the negotiation team for one reason only—her empathic talents are the perfect foil to Khiran BeVelor, the Moialans’ not-so-secret weapon.
Being part incubus gives Khiran the power to engender more than just lust in the people around him. Too bad his uncle, the king, thinks his only use is seducing his opponents. Khiran plans to ignore his uncle’s expectations and rely on other emotions to gain favorable trade concessions for Moial. But when the empath detects his every lure–even those he didn’t know he used–seduction might be the only option.
But who will be the seducer, and who the seduced?

Dealmaking is an art and those who make the best deals sometimes become captured within themselves. Khiran seeks a goal, but his nature haunts him. Perhaps in the struggle with Lisca to make a deal together, there is something far more needful being fought over.

The work is a rather complex underlying story into which the needs and desires of the main characters come into play, and conflict with each other and the promises they need to keep. The universe building is very complex and I enjoyed the little touches which brought depth and life to those around the main characters. Beyond this, there’s a certain flair, a bit of delight in the background of the families involved which I think creates some telling moments as things progress.

There are a number of incubi and succubi mentioned, though the focus is on Khiran, the incubus of the work. He’s not stereotypical and it was refreshing in how he pressed against his nature and the needs of his father and family. Once he manages to be more focused on Lisca, that;s when his depth and personality really came to the fore. He’s unique and more he has a belief within himself that plays out over the story and in doing so there’s just that little bit more of wonder the author brings to him.

I would have liked more to be told about the mythos of succubi and incubi in this universe. There is a good bit of that, but at some points I felt as if it was skimmed over slightly and left part of the story untold. Perhaps seeing more of the nature within the larger community might have been interesting, if perhaps a bit outside of the work’s focus. Otherwise the writing is very good, the characters are not two dimensional and there’s a lot to enjoy.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

Lovely universe building, both Khiran and Lisca as delightful characters and their dance throughout the story was so very well done. A lovely theme, telling characters and a touch of intrigue that work very well together.


A lovely Morrigan Aensland Figurine

From time to time various Succubus figurines appear on YouTube and, occasionally, a Morrigan Aensland figurine makes an appearance. This time on the Tale, one particular Morrigan figurine which has the most curious expression.

If you cannot see this video here on the Tale, please try this link.

Here’s a screenshot of the figurine, and you can just make out her expression which bemuses me quite a lot…

Darkstalkers (Vampire) Morrigan Aensland 5.5 Figure Collection

Darkstalkers (Vampire) Morrigan Aensland 5.5 Figure Collection

Morrigan’s slightly confused expression is delightful and the use of one of her wings to support her is really inspired in this figurine. Morrigan is always fun and sexy, this figurine being no exception of course. Lovely detail and I think this will be a lovely addition to any Morrigan collection…


A Review of I am Sister by Doniyen Bom

I am Sister by Doniyen Bom

I am Sister by Doniyen Bom

There are a number of stories that revolve around the mythos of Lilith and then take things towards another direction. That can be rather interesting, occasionally thought provoking as well. But sometimes the concept gets a bit lost along the way and one is left to wonder.

Perhaps the most difficult thing is when there’s a bit of a language barrier between the author’s thoughts and the words on the page. But even so, sometimes the story still manages to be.

The work tells of:

Lilith went through her garden, collecting the herbs and flowers she needed to make her spells. She tied them up to dry in her kitchen. Her tiny home was located out in the country where she was free to do as she pleased. She tended her chickens and pigs, before heading indoors for the night. She had cleared Samuel’s room, readying it for a new apprentice if the coven requested her to take another. She screwed up big with her last, he hadn’t used a barrier, big no-no when summoning demons. Her thought kept returning to that night and the sex. It was a rape, she corrected her mind. Scowling she stomped through her home with her burning sage to clean the wickedness away. She dressed for bed and had a restless night, tossing and turning over dreams of an incubus named Xazel.

Lilith summoned an incubus once and now finds that both of them are caught in a trap from which there’s little chance of escape. The devil will have what he desires, the question however is if Lilith will allow that to happen or not.

The work is interesting in its plot and overall story idea. There’s a lot going on through the story, at times the events go in tangents that just seem off. Beyond that however, Lilith’s journey does amount to something once the story is done.

While there’s good in the work, the problem is that the story reads oddly, not quite managing to open the story and characters to fully explore themselves. It really needs an editing pass to clean up the dialogue and narrative.

It’s a shame because the story has its moments, the places where things are really quite well done. But then are the other moments when the story just loses itself and becomes scattered and unsure of where it wants to be.

Two and a half out of five pitchforks.

The singular thing that is needed comes to reediting the work into something more cohesive. That would make this a far better read and in doing so I think the story would come out better than it does otherwise.


Succubi Image of the Week 708

A rather striking succubi work of art this time on the Tale for the Image of the Week. Style matters in many ways, it can add a lot to the form of a succubus. It also can bring about a rather delightfully sinful succubus who enjoys being so very naughty…

Vilanda by chaosdmm

Vilanda by chaosdmm

This work is by the artist chaosdmm on DeviantArt and you can find the original page with this art here.

Striking eyes and expression, I love her form and how everything fits her so well. There’s an air about her that seems to give a hint of her strength and her character as well. A seductress approaching her prey and I really like that idea…