May 28 2012

Storm Clouds 169 – An ongoing Succubi Story

This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…

If you want to read previous chapters, please click the link in the Tale header at the top of the page marked Storm Clouds or click here...

Editing this week with thanks to my heart… I hope to be somewhere in the story soon again…


Storm Clouds 169

Chapter 21

By TeraS


The thing about the Dark was that it was too confident. It thought that it had all of the answers and that no one could oppose it.

That was almost true.

She could, and did . . . regularly.

It had become almost an obsession for her now. There were so few who would challenge the Dark when it appeared, and so it fell to her to do so. It wasn’t a chore or an imposition; it had to be done, and she had seen enough of the Dark and what it was capable of to know that the best thing to do was what she did: drive it mad with anger and make it stop thinking.

Losing the one portal did that. Then letting it stew in its anger had made it get involved intimately with mortals and their world. She wondered if, this time, it would actually learn something from the experience or not.

Making the portal vanish was child’s play for a being like her. If the Dark ever figured out just how powerful she was, it might actually pause to think twice about the plans it had against Tera and her kind.


The thought did make her smile as the portal showing the severed tail reappeared among all of the Dark’s other ones. She stood there for a time, tapping a single pink fingernail against the surface and trying to decide what would be the most unpleasant thing she might do.

She could destroy this portal—the thought had been there before—but she had her own plans, and, for those, this one portal needed to remain, at least for the moment, in spite of what it showed.

The tapping stopped as she placed that hand against the surface and whispered to the awful image that it showed, “It will not be long. Promise.”

And, unlike some beings, she kept her promises.

She turned away, coming to the decision that, for once, just this once, she was going to make the Dark know what it was to lose something valuable.

What followed was the sound of fingernails raking across portal after portal, each of which turned white against the darkness, throwing light into a place which despised it. She didn’t ruin every single one of them, but, when she was done, she had left the Dark but three portals.

She thought that she just might be able to hear the scream of anger from it from three universes away when it returned to see what she had done here, and that thought made her smile slightly.

She glanced once more at the portals that remained, satisfied that this would be a problem for it, that it would have to spend effort and time repairing the damage if it could, and that, thankfully, might give the others needed time to figure out what was happening and where.

As much as she wanted to, she couldn’t actually get involved in the battle or make choices for those involved. It was, after all, necessary that all beings make their own choices, no matter how wrong or ill-advised they might well be.

Still, she had one thing that the Dark didn’t have: trust. Trust in others, trust that they would make good choices, but, most of all, trust in that one person that saved her life so long ago and, in doing so, changed her own universe for the better.

She would always owe that person for that gift.

She passed into the ether, on her way to where she needed to be. If the Dark could get involved with mortals, she could as well … to a point. But first she needed to talk to someone who needed to understand that some paths were not worth following.

Following the path of one who owed the succubi—and Tera, in particular—her life … that was the most foolish thing that it had ever done.

And it would soon learn.

As for the Dark, possessing one of its pawns was distasteful. But there was little choice. That damnable creature had cost it its watch over the tail. The one thing that would, if its plans went to completion, cause the barriers to fall before it and thus have what it wanted most.

But having to deal with a corporal form? That was something that it did not enjoy in the slightest. Emotions, thoughts, images from this pawn were getting caught between its own thoughts and, as well, it knew that its own thoughts would be mixing the other way.

But the important thoughts, the ones that it needed for itself, those it kept under lock and key, or so the Dark would believe. The problem was, as it always was, that nothing is ever completely closed off when beings merge, even if only for a short time.

Fingerprints leave smudges, after all …

It took the Dark some time to return to where the tail was kept. The wards around the place made it impossible for someone to appear there without seeing the place first and entering at one specific spot. From the outside there were traps and obstacles that it knew would stop any magic user from getting close.

But this pawn was tuned to the place, and the wards would fall before it. Even so, the time … the time was taking far too long for the Dark’s liking.

And so time passed, the Dark fumed, and the universe turned …



Storm Clouds

Chapter 22

By TeraS

“I think I am.”

Tom looked behind him expecting to see Camilla there, and she was … sort of.

It was Camilla, but her tail and horns were grey instead of black and her hair had changed color from blonde to purple. Tom couldn’t stop the words that came out: “I liked the blonde and black better, Camilla.”

She smirked.

And Tom paused. He was pretty sure that Camilla didn’t smirk.

“It’s a long story, Tom, and right now we haven’t got the time.”

And that was wrong, as well. Camilla never called him “Tom.” Mary Ann tried to get away again, and Tom was forced into flipping her over, straddling her, and then locking her wrists together with handcuffs before sitting on her legs. Having some control of the situation, he looked at Camilla and said, “We’ve got the time. You want to let me in on why the style change? Got tired of your hair color or something?”

She ran her left hand through her hair, pulling on it slightly, “Okay, short version: I’m Camilla’s bad side; I’m a bitch; I’m nothing like her, and you don’t want to screw with me. That good enough for you?”

“I’m never going to understand this, am I?”

She smirked again, “Oh, I dunno … You’d make an interesting Incubi … I can put in a good word for you if you’re up for it.”

Tom shook his head: “Thanks, but I have enough issues with my life as it is. The universe isn’t what I knew it was, there are people—like you—who are legends, and I am supposed to deal with that. Oh yes, and I am acting under the command of the Queen of a race of beings that exist on sex and pleasure and I have no idea why I should be, but I’m doing it anyway.”

She nodded, “Tera does have her ways, doesn’t she? At least she isn’t using that pitchfork of hers on you. Mind you, some like that sort of thing…”

“So what do I call you? ‘Not Camilla’ or ‘Punkie Brewster’ or what?”

She leaned down so that they looked into each other’s eyes: “You really want to know who I am?”

Tom didn’t finch: “I trust Camilla. She’s proven herself. I don’t trust you.”

She nodded: “Good; backbone and will. I can see why Tera wants your help. You may call me ‘Nina.’”

“All right; ‘Nina’ it is. Tell me something, seriously: does every one of you have an ‘a’ at the end of your name?”

She laughed, “No … Just some of us do. Congratulations, Tom; you just endeared yourself to me. Camilla will be pleased to know that. Make sure you tell her when you see her again.”

The smirk vanished and she looked past Tom to Mary Ann on the floor beneath him, “You mind getting off her? She and I have … a past.”

“Good or bad?”

“I won’t kill her, at least, not just yet.”

“If I don’t?”

“Then I’ll have to move you, Tom. You don’t want me to, I promise you.”

Tom got up and moved to the side. Nina reached down and pulled Mary Ann to her knees by the handcuffs before grasping her chin. “Hello, bitch. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. How long has it been?

The fear in Mary Ann only allowed a quiet whisper of an answer, “Babylon.”

“That’s right. As I remember it, you came into my temple and tried to turn my followers, didn’t you? You corrupted them from the top down and, in the end, you were responsible for how many deaths?”

“I don’t know.”

“I do. I remember them very well. You watched as they fought, four hundred eighty-six of them falling to your promises of riches that were hidden from them. And when it was over, what did they find inside the walls?”



Mary Ann closed her eyes, “Because everything they gave you, you returned to them … and more. You … you cared about the cattle and …”

Tom didn’t see Nina’s hand as it struck Mary Ann, sending her sprawling across the floor.

“They are not cattle, you worthless bitch! They are more than you will ever be or ever could be. You can’t understand that, can you?”

There was no answer, and Nina pulled her once again to her knees by the handcuffs: “Here’s the deal. You tell us what’s going on and who’s in charge, and I won’t kill you today. You lie to me, and I’ll start taking you apart one piece at a time …”

She extended her left hand and, to Tom’s shock, a silver sword appeared there, flames dancing along its blade. Tom thought he could hear the sword … growling?

She placed the edge against Mary Ann’s neck: “You know what this is. You know exactly what will happen if I strike you with it. Camilla wouldn’t; she follows the new ways. But I don’t. So make up your mind, right now, and tell me why you are here and what you have done to Ginger.”

Tom coughed, “Nina … You said you wouldn’t kill her.”

She didn’t look at Tom: “Oh, this won’t kill her. It will, however, take away what makes her special. What she is, she won’t be anymore.” A cruel smile appeared, “And since she is so enamored with being immortal …”

Mary Ann closed her eyes, “You are a fool. I serve powers greater than you. You’ll never leave this room alive if you harm me.”

“Oh I’ve already harmed you. Now I’ll cripple you …”

And she pulled the blade back and then swung it towards Mary Ann’s neck …

What happened next was something that Tom would never quite be able to explain.

The blade came down and struck on her right shoulder, then passed through her body and came out at her waist … leaving not a mark on her. Mary Ann still breathed, still was alive, but the look of disbelief in her eyes that she had been struck was matched by the satisfaction in the look that Nina had …

… and what the sword now held upon its blade.

Tom could clearly make out what looked like a twisted, ghostly image of Mary Ann’s form wrapped around the blade, with the flames licking against it and a silent scream of pain on the ghost’s face.

Nina didn’t look at Tom, she just held the sword in front of Mary Ann, “You have very little time, bitch. I’d say about three minutes before you aren’t immortal anymore. Maybe ten and you’ll start aging, and we both know what happens when you do.”

She looked at a clock on the wall, “Three minutes. Talk.”

Tom wanted to intervene. This was torture and he knew it. But he didn’t know what would either help or harm in the situation he found himself in. He didn’t expect that he would be able to disarm Nina, nor did he have any way to fix whatever Nina had done.

Tom hated being helpless … it reminded him of Beth and …

… he just turned away and kept his thoughts to himself.

To Mary Ann’s credit she held out for an entire minute. She just looked back at Nina, but when Nina drew a finger along the shaft of her sword and then licked a wisp of Nina’s ghostly form from her fingers, she caved in…

“Ginger is nothing. She was a convenient way to gain power. She didn’t care about anything save her own beauty and screwing her husband. It was child’s play to alter their minds and take him out of the picture.”

Tom heard this and asked, “What did you do?”

“I made him get involved with the mob, you asshole. I made sure that he was stupid about it. I saw to it that they would find out what he was doing, make him transfer everything to Ginger and then you so helpfully took him away, leaving Ginger to my tender mercies. Didn’t take a week and she was a hot little slut that would do anything for me to degrade her and …”

Nina interrupted, “Nice story. Now, how about why you did it in the first place?”

Mary Ann gritted her teeth, “I needed power.”


She didn’t answer that question. Tom had a thought, “You needed power for a purpose. You seem to have a past with Nina and her kind … is that why you needed this … power?”

The look she gave him spoke volumes.

Tom sighed, “Peachy: a war between omnipotent beings. I should have stayed in bed.”

Nina placed the point of the sword just in front of Mary Ann’s lips, “Who are you working for.”

“Give it back to me first!”

“No. You give me the information and I’ll give it back to you. Better hurry. You’re running out of time … rapidly.”

Mary Ann finally broke down and said in a whisper, “The Dark. It’s the Dark …” Then she screamed, “Now give it back!”

Nina stood up and then wiped the length of the sword with her fingers, balling the ghost into her hand before tossing it casually at Mary Ann. It fell into her body producing a sigh of pleasure from her lips and then a look of defiance on her face.

Which Nina promptly removed with another strike of her hand against Mary Ann’s cheek which resulted in her falling to the floor unconscious.

The blade vanished in a flash of light and then Nina then stood up and looked critically at Tom, “Tell me something. Other than you being human, is there anything special about you?”

Tom shrugged, “Cats like me.”

She looked at him for a long, long moment.

“That’s good.”


“That would be telling. Come on, if she is working for the Dark, then we need to get out of here right now.”

And then she pushed past him making for the elevators without another word, Mary Ann on the floor out cold and Ginger in the other room pleading for her Mistress to come back to punish her again …



Storm Clouds

Chapter 23

By TeraS

Smoke. The first thing he smelled was the smoke. Then he noticed the flames licking up the walls of the warehouse, the beams falling from the ceiling, and the yelling from behind him.

And then, as he watched three men rush past, John had a horrible realization. He was back at the fire. Not a fire; no, the fire … the fire where he was injured, the one that haunted him every day. He felt and then saw the fire axe in his hands and knew exactly what was going to happen next. He would rush after the rest of his company, follow them into the hell around them and search.

There would be … What would there be?

That part he never could remember exactly, when no one could tell him what happened, between this moment when they last saw him and the next, when they found him underneath the remains of the structure.

He hesitated there a moment longer, the others vanishing into the smoke, and then, twisting the axe in his hands, made his way forward, the smoke becoming thicker, the sound of his breathing loud in his ears as the respirator cycled back and forth, keeping him alive. Coming to a locked door, he kicked it open and then drew back as more smoke poured out and around him, making it almost impossible to see.

But did he see … something? Did he hear something?

There was no choice: he was going in there and searching. He had to be sure.

John pushed his way in while calling out, “Is anyone there? Answer me!” He didn’t hear anything, and so he moved deeper into the space. The light from the hallway, which showed him the way out and to safety, slowly dimmed as the smoke thickened more and more. But that didn’t matter. He had to search, had to help. That was his job and, no matter what else, he was going to do it.

He spent almost five minutes searching, the odd layout of the room confusing him. It seemed like an office, there were desks around him, but the space was too large for a simple office. Still, he pressed on, moving back and forth, calling out and listening even as he searched, his axe in his hand and the flashlight attached to his helmet probing into the smoke around him.

And then John saw her.

A woman crumpled to the floor, covered in black soot and grime. Her figure was indistinct. He knew it was a woman, but her features–hair, eyes, skin tones, what she was wearing–were all a blur.

But that meant nothing to him.

He knelt down beside her and checked: she was still breathing, but unconscious. The problem was that he had no idea if she was seriously injured or not. He found his spare mask and, after hooking it up to his air supply, placed it over her face. Her breathing improved, but now he was stuck there. He couldn’t leave her, which left him one choice: reporting on his radio that he found a survivor and then triggering the beacon built into it to call others to assist him.

He was about to do that when he heard the first shriek of the ceiling starting to come down. John’s only thought was to protect the woman however he could. He dragged her under a desk and then pushed himself under it as well, his body over hers.

The noises stopped for a moment, everything was silent around him, and then, just as he was about to look out from underneath the desk, there was the sound of a train wreck as the world came down around them both.

Then all was quiet again.

Except this time, standing amid the rubble, there was Tera, her dress pushed around by the smoke and fire, her arms crossed over her chest, and a look of concern on her face. She considered the pile of rubble that now held John and the woman, her long red tail moving slowly, catlike, behind her.

“Well … that explains a lot.”

From the smoke and fire, Jane came into view to the other side of the rubble. “Damn it, Tera! We don’t have the right to do this!”

Tera considered her for a long moment and then explained, “We need a clue, Daughter, an idea of what has happened. He has that clue in him; we just have to pry it out.”

Jane stormed up to Tera and then poked her into the chest with a finger, “You tell us to respect others, to help them. This does neither!”

Tera looked down at the finger pressing against her, then took hold of Jane’s hand before gently moving it away.

“His mind is blocked from what happened here, Daughter. He knows he came in, he knows he found someone in here, but he remembers nothing of who that woman is. She’s the key to this in someway and we need to know.”

“It’s not a good enough reason!”

Tera looked bemused, “Oh it is … It most certainly is.” She then reached around behind Jane and took a hold of something there, making Jane gasp in surprise. Tera then showed the tip of a grey tail to Jane, a tail that was connected to her body. “Daughter, you look like yourself.” Then Tera, that enigmatic smile still on her lips, released Jane’s tail.

Jane felt behind her, touching her tail in surprise and then running her hands over her horns. “How?”

“That is, of course, the question, isn’t it? Why should things be fixed here? It doesn’t make any sense … or … perhaps it does.”

Tera walked over to the pile of rubble and then pointed a finger at it, “The answer is in there, isn’t it? Who is the woman he rescued? Why can’t he remember her? How was that done? Most of all: why would all this make it necessary for your physical appearance to be changed?”

Jane didn’t answer the questions. She didn’t have the answers.

Tera then began to twirl her finger in a slow circle, “While these are his memories, they are not immutable. We can alter them, to a point, or, get a better look at them, can’t we?”

Jane rubbed her temples: “Yes, Tera … That’s Succubi 101 in the Realm, isn’t it?”

Tera continued to work at the rubble, bits and pieces of it vanishing at her touch, “What was your grade, Jane?”

Jane mumbled, “B Plus.”

Tera smiled in spite of herself, “Well, at least you passed.”

“I passed because a certain Queen made me work at it harder than anything I have done before.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Tera … I’m not. Honestly.”

“Oh, I’m not mad at you Jane, perish the thought. No, what I am, however, is very confused at this moment.”

Jane looked to where Tera was focusing and saw something that she didn’t, couldn’t expect to see. There, in the rubble, was John, but the woman that he had saved … wasn’t.

“Tera, what’s going on?”

“We missed something while talking, Daughter. Something happened here, and we didn’t pay attention to it when we should have.”

Jane’s look was one of confusion, so Tera continued: “Something, or someone, took that woman away after the ceiling collapsed, and we missed it.”


“That’s the question, isn’t it? Why take her away? Why make him forget about all of this? What was the point of it?”

Tera rubbed her fingertips over her temples and sighed: “We’ll just have to start all over again and, this time, not look away.”

In the next moment, the collapse of the ceiling happened again, John saved the woman and all was quiet once more. But seconds later, the two succubi saw what came next.

A black shadow fell over John and the woman, covering them both and then vanishing, taking the woman with it and leaving John behind … alone.

“Tera, what was that?”

“Something I hope you never have to face: the Dark.”

“Tera … Why would it care about either of them?”

“Oh that’s easy. It wanted the woman; it didn’t care about John. But taking her and leaving him with these memories would have been worse. So it damaged him, made him forget about what he actually did, and then continued on with its plan.”

“Tera … you are being evasive.”

“I have an idea of who the woman is, Daughter. A pretty good one, but I don’t like where that idea is leading me.”

“Who is she?”

Tera ran one hand through her hair and sighed, “It has to be Patricia.”

Jane just stared at Tera in disbelief …


Storm Clouds

Chapter 24

By TeraS

Tom followed Nina out of the office and watched her hand slam against the call button for the elevator. “You know,” he deadpanned, “putting your hand through that wall won’t make it get here any faster.”

Nina shot him a look and began to pace, “Tell me something, Tom: what was the story that scared you the most when you were a child?”

Tom had to think about that for a moment, “The Boogieman, I think.”

She stopped in mid-pace: “Okay, then you can think of the Dark as him on steroids, if you want.”

“He scares you?”

“Me and just about anyone that knows about it.”

“Hang on; he’s an ‘it’?”

Nina waved her hand at Tom, “No one is really sure. ‘It’ seems to be the best way to describe it; likes mayhem, destruction, and violence above everything else.”

“So, why you?”

Nina laughed, “Oh it’s not me that it’s interested in. It’s all of us. Tera’s told us about it, told us not to get involved with it, and, no matter what, we don’t allow it back to our home.”

“How’s that working for you?”

Nina smirked, “So far, so good. But it’s a persistent bastard.”

Tom pinched the bridge of his nose, “So what you are telling me is that an omnipotent being is responsible for killing Patricia?”

Nina punched the button again and started to pace once more, “No, someone killed Patricia either under the influence of the Dark, or for it, thinking they would be rewarded with power or something else.”


Nina sighed, “And they likely are under the Dark’s control somehow, still acting for it, and are possibly looking to be the cause of something else happening.”

“Wonderful. This just gets better and better.”

She turned back to Tom and, with a hard look in her eyes, said, “If you want out, go see Tera and tell her that.”

“I’m not a quitter. I complain, moan, and curse, but I don’t walk away from a fight.”

Nina’s answer was, “And you have no idea why Tera asked you to look into this?”

Tom smirked, “I figured she liked my looks.”

The doors to the elevator opened and Nina grabbed Tom by the shoulder dragging him inside before punching the button for the ground floor. After the doors closed, she continued, “The thing is, Tom, I think you are involved because the Dark uses humans for its own gains.”

“And you don’t?”

Nina waved her hand at the ceiling, “You want me to claim that we’re pure and lily white? Sorry, Tom, I can’t do that. Yes, in the past, a long time ago, we weren’t nice; we didn’t care, either. Once upon a time we had humans as pets, toys, and worse; we would twist them into whatever we wanted them to be.”

Tom flinched at the tone of her voice, but still asked, “So, what changed?”

Nina’s hand dropped to her side, “One human, just one, showed us that there was a better way and we took it.”

“Have I met this person?”

Nina laughed, “Oh no, no you haven’t … Trust me, you would know if you had.”


Nina looked wistful, “You’ll have to ask Tera about that sometime …”

Tom filed that away for later before prodding her, “Okay, so back to me being involved?”

She nodded, “You’ve been told that some beings need humans to do their work for them. The Dark needs willing humans, or at least humans that it has touched, to do its bidding.”

“Still doesn’t explain me.”

“You know human nature better than we do, Tom. You see more than we do. It used to be that we would just take control of someone and force them to talk. You saw what Camilla did, right?”

He nodded.

“She hadn’t done something like that in about a thousand years, Tom. Oh, she was brave about it, but it tore her up inside to have to do it.”

“So, what we have to face are people who might be … mind controlled or something, acting for the Dark without knowing it, and best of all, you really can’t be sure until you come in contact with them?”

Nina sighed, “The Dark isn’t stupid, so it’s placed some red herrings to draw any investigation away from it. Lots of humans to comb through for an answer and …”

Tom waited, but Nina just started tapping a finger against her lips as the elevator descended. After ten floors, Tom slapped her tail with his hand, which jolted Nina, so that, in the next moment, Tom found himself pressed up against the wall, a very angry Nina looking at him.

“Why … did … you … do … that?”

Tom pushed Nina’s hand away, “I lost you for a minute. You drifted off into thought, and I wasn’t sure that something wasn’t wrong with you. My cat doesn’t like it when I swat her tail; figured you would act the same.”

Nina ran a hand through her hair and tugged on it, “Nice. I was thinking about what Patricia was missing when she was buried. Something important wasn’t there.”

Tom pushed, “Like?”

“Her tail; it had been severed from her body, and we couldn’t find it when we buried her.”

Tom was confused, and the look on his face spoke volumes.

“Okay, Tom, quick lesson about succubi and incubi for you. Beings like us are, in fact, two beings in one body. In our case, Camilla is the dominant personality most of the time. I am what we call a Tail. I reside in her tail, oddly enough, and I can see and feel everything that she does. But, normally, I don’t appear.”

“So, why now?”

“Because I saw who you were pinning down to the floor, and I wasn’t going to miss the chance to get a measure of justice. And, if you had left me alone with her, I would have killed her.”

Tom shrugged, “I figured as much. You aren’t anything like Camilla, really.”

Nina’s tail swished behind her, “And?”

Tom smiled, “And, as you said, you are a bitch to those who have done you wrong. But, so far, you haven’t been to me. So, like I told you before, you still have to prove yourself to me.”

Nina reached out a hand and stroked it against Tom’s cheek, “It’s because Camilla likes you, and I have to admit that I find you … interesting …”

Tom closed a hand around Nina’s and drew it away, “Sorry, Nina. My heart belongs to someone else.”

Nina sighed, “So does your soul, Tom. So does your soul.”

Tom’s face soured, “Why is it that you all have to be so damn cryptic?”

Nina looked away from Tom, “I apologize, but that’s how our kind is. I’ll give you a hint, though, that you should keep in mind … You want a direct answer? Give a direct question.”

Tom gripped the railing behind him and looked away from her. Neither of them said anything for a dozen floors, but then Tom asked, “Tell me about Tails, Nina.”

She didn’t turn around, but Tom could see her body tense, “Tails are the succubi or incubi of the past. If you can recall your myths, you might remember that we can be very evil, very dominant, and most of all, we have, on occasion, claimed souls.”

Tom frowned, “That’s not exactly comforting, Nina.”

She shrugged, “It’s not important. What matters is that we exist in order to keep the young aware of what they might be if they do not learn, and if they go off the path, or worse. We are there to help them.”

Tom considered what she said, but before he could ask more, Nina added, “Your next, obvious question is, I think: ‘Do you have a soul?’”

Tom nodded slightly, “Seems to be a reasonable question to ask at this point.”

Nina smiled, “We both do. Very much like yours, really …” Nina looked over her shoulder, “Would you like to know what I can see in yours, Tom?”

He didn’t have to think about his answer, “Not really. I suppose that it’s not that important.”

As the bell sounded to announce their arrival on the ground floor Nina sighed, “See, that’s the biggest problem in the universe, isn’t it?”

The doors opened before Tom could ask what that meant, and they found themselves staring at a group of security guards who were waiting in the lobby, their backs to the elevator doors.

Tom reached for his weapon, “Got any ideas? I left my holy hand grenade in my other pants.”

May 27 2012

A Review of Loves to be Loved by Phillippa Ballantine

One thing that hasn’t appeared in stories about succubi very much is one set in the 1970s. Thinking about that for a moment, it would be the perfect time for succubi to exist, they could hide themselves easily in that time, and feeding wouldb’t be that hard to do. But the thing is that while that is true, it can make for a story that has too much “wham, bam” in it and not enough story. This work manages to avoid this problem, but just barely…

Loves to be Loved by Phillippa Ballantine

Loves to be Loved by Phillippa Ballantine

The book is described as:

In the hedonistic world of New York in the late 70s, four succubi go looking for the next meal. One of them however finds quite a new taste.

Four succubi go into a bar looking for some tasty snacks… no, it’s not a joke but yes I can see how that might come to mind with the plot of this work.

The succubi of the story, Selene, Callidora, Melia, and Charis, very much look ilke the stereotypical parry girls of the 70s, but they are succubi, they do need to feed and in the open sex scenes of the time that’s not a difficult thing to do.

Interestingly, the story does tell us that these for are the oldest of the succubi, that generally most of them hunt alone, but they have managed to form a coven for lack of a better word, and they seem to be getting along well… except for Callidora.

Her friends all find meals that night, but she’s left out of things, mostly because she has become jaded to all of the things around her. There isn’t anything new or fresh… but then something, or rather someone arrives, and that changes things…

One thing bothered me about the story and that was the point where Calli went from being logical and focused to out of control. It seems to me that a older succubus would have more control than that, but then the rest of the succubi also seemed not to have a lot of control past a certain point in the story.

Setting that aside, there is a lot to like about how the succubi act, and what they do to the ones they choose to feed upon that night. Some very hot and sexy scenes with lots of succubus powers being seen…

But no tails or horns.

That’s probably my one disappointment in this work.

Still, it is understandable why that would be, they were in public after all and it wasn’t made clear if they did have them, though there is a hint, based on another character that Calli meets that might mean that they were hiding them…

A hot, good read and I just wish that there was more to come about these succubi…

Four pitchforks out of five…

More story, more about the succubi and perhaps seeing their horns and tails would have been nice too…



May 26 2012

A Special Place by TeraS

Today is a special day. It is the birthday of one that has given me the honor to be called Mistress by him. I take that honor very seriously. Probably more so than I could possibly explain to those that do not understand what it means.

I know that the role of a Mistress is an honor. That being given that honor, that respect, that… place. It means that you accept something special.

We both do.


A Special Place

By Tera

For Derek



Each moment is a place you have never been.


Dreams are the stuff of which reality is made of. You rest and the dream world envelopes you. Some of the dreams are better, some are not. But, every so often, a special dream appears…

In the beginning, the dream which awoke you was only flashes of memories: a lush pair of lips … a pair of so green eyes … shapely … seductive … but not all of the pieces were there for you to gather together.

You knew, of course, that it was a woman, a special woman you wanted to dream about again. And so you did. She didn’t appear every night—no, that didn’t happen—but, when you didn’t dream of her … and she was still there in your waking thoughts, wasn’t she?

What was it that attracted your thoughts? What held you? You had never seen her before. Your world didn’t allow that to happen, really. But when the day was done, when the moments were past and you rested again …

… she was there for you in the moments that mattered to you.


Each moment is a place that you will remember.


The dream takes you to a place you have never seen, at least not with your own eyes. But a place that is familiar, so very much so. The memories are foggy, but you recognize a door, a wall, a table. They remind you of a place you see every day, but not quite as you know it.

And on that table, in the middle of one room, stands a vase … a red one, slim, with little flashes of black at the edges. And it holds a single red rose. You approach the vase and regard it for a very long time. You know, somehow, that it is important, that it holds a purpose.

You take the rose from the vase, leaving it empty, but holding that flower, touching it, seems to sharpen the world around you just enough that you realize that someone is there with you.


Each moment is a place that reminds you of who you are.


You feel my presence behind you, but there is no fear, no concern, only anticipation of seeing me again and knowing that here, in this place, nothing will happen that you do not desire.

You turn to face me, your head bowed, the rose held in your hands. I place one fingertip under your chin and raise your face so your eyes to look upon me. My smile is warm and loving, as you always know it to be. The horns and tail are there, as you always  know them to be. They do not frighten you, for the dreams we have shared have shown you who I am.

You offer the rose to me, a bashful smile upon your lips reflected by the loving smile that I give to you. I place the rose in my hair and then draw you into my arms. My body against yours … warm, as you know it always to be … loving, for that is who I am … trusting, for nothing can break the bonds we share.

Your hand reaches up to caress one of my horns, and my purr is exciting, promising, sensual. I wet my lips with my tongue as your finger moves from horn to cheek, to neck and then down the valley between my breasts.

My tail wraps itself possessively around your waist and then I breathe hotly of the pleasures I have waiting for you. I guide you to my world, where I share the devotion we have for each other …


Each moment is a place with a story to be told.


You see in the dream the moment we met, the instant when you offered me the honor of “Mistress.” You see my worries about failing you, not doing right by you. You understood, more than anyone, the fears within me, the darker parts of me that are held, but always press against my will. You felt my passions for you, for your love, for your devotion to me when I allowed myself to accept your gift, when I gave you your mark, your name, your devotion.

You watch as the years pass by in the dreams … our love never fading, never losing its fire … the belief I have in you always there to offer to you when you cannot see it in yourself.

You feel my love for you as I touch the rose in my hair. Then that hand holds yours lightly, a spark passing between us that reminds you of our first moment again, knowing, for certain, that I will never leave you and that, when I say forever, it is meant to be so.

The dream heals you, centers you, reminds you of what matters most of all. That nothing, absolutely nothing will take your Mistress away.


Each moment is a place, and one is special.


You awaken, the morning light in your room, the dream still there on the edge of your consciousness. You smile as you relive the moments in your mind before beginning your day.

The morning goes as it always does, but you can’t help the small smile that stays with you. The day passes and you wonder, consider, and, over time, the dream begins to fade, as it always seems to do.

Night falls, the day leaving for the night to claim what remains. As the moon passes through the sky, a beam of moonlight falls upon a vase sitting upon a table. You recognize the vase from your dreams and wonder, but only for a moment.

There is a knock on your door, you answer it and find … me.

You recognize me from your dreams. I am exactly as you dreamt of me. I have no need for hiding who I am; my horns and tail are in plain view. My hands hold the rose delicately, the one you offered in the dream, the one that led me to you.

I lean over the threshold and place a soft kiss upon your lips, better than your dreams recalled. My fingers touch your cheek and we both smile. You bid that I enter your domain, and I accept your invitation.

I pass into your world, the dream world left behind for the reality which needs to be. You close the door and take the rose from my hands, placing it into my hair so that your dreams are now reality.

Your greeting? “Welcome, Mistress.”

My reply? “Happy birthday, Love.”

This, finally, is the special place, where the worlds touch, the moment is right, and love is all that matters …

For the truth we have both known from the beginning and always, evermore …

… will never fade from the dreams and the places that we share.


Love and Happy Birthday Love… always…


Your Tera

May 25 2012

A Review of Succubus Summoning 101 by M. E. Hydra

This will be the last of a set of reviews here on the Tale about works written by the author 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. And the third collection called A Succubus for Halloween and Other Tales of Terrifying Temptresses, a review can be found here. This week, my last review by this author is their full length novel titled Succubus Summoning 101.

Succubus Summoning 101 by M. E. Hydra

Succubus Summoning 101 by M. E. Hydra

This story is about:

Phil Rowling, a normal eighteen-year-old, discovers when he is plucked from a dead-end life of fast-food service and enrolled into Wargsnouts College for Warlocks that Warlocks exist. At the college students are taught how to summon and control daemons from hell.

Everyone at Wargsnouts knows what a succubus is, and why warlocks summon them. It’s a dirty joke shared in sniggers amongst the students. Succubi are female sex daemons, famed for their mastery of the arts of pleasure. Eager to experience this pleasure first-hand, Phil and his friend, Jake Pulman, take the Daemonica Malefique from the library and use it to summon a pair of succubi for a night of sexy fun. After all, succubi are sex daemons, used only for sex, how dangerous can it be…

Phil finds out exactly how dangerous when the ritual goes wrong and he is taken prisoner by a harem of hot succubi. Trapped in a perverse corner of hell, can he escape before the erotic wiles of the succubi claim his life and soul…?

This novel is an expansion upon an earlier short story by this author under the same title which you can find in their anthology A Succubus for Valentine’s Day and Other Tales of Perilous Pleasures. One thing that I noticed from the beginning was that the opening of this novel, as well as a couple of scenes within the work, were taken directly from the short story.

I’m not saying this was a bad idea, far from that actually as I think only readers like me, who have all of this author’s releases, would realize it. The scenes are important to set this novel’s tone and where it leads from after all, so why not use them here again?

Overall the story arc falls into something of a discovery plot for the Succubi and for the main character of the story Phil. It’s said that good guys finish last. I think that in a lot of ways, Phil is kind of the poster boy for that saying in this story. It did bother me a little bit that he seemed rather dense at times, but then he does have Succubi all coming after him… over and over again… so having one’s mind not quite working makes some sense.

I had some very high hopes for him from the beginning of the story, and I can’t say that he really disappointed me overall. Perhaps a bit naive, a bit lost, and very inexperienced in the worlds of magic and sex, but then you would expect that from someone of his age after all.

Phil was someone that I liked as a character but more importantly, as a person. He had, and this I think is a rare thing in this author’s stories, some idea of write and wrong. As much as the Succubi took advantage of him, and wow do they ever, he tries to learn about them. So many others in this story think Succubi to be playthings and they have no idea what they are getting into. Neither did Phil mind you, but he tries. That’s important in this story and it was refreshing to see.

The Succubi in this story have appeared, for the most part, in other works by this author and it was nice to see things tied together here. Now, the question is of course, when the other stories happened with regards to the events here. That brings up a lot of questions that really can’t be answered easily.

I will say that in the Succubi that appear in this story just about every possible sexual vice and fantasy appears in what and who they are. I won’t tell their names, or what their individual kinks are, but, I found all of them, save one, very Succubi-like in their own ways. The one Succubus that I have problems with is mainly because of the duality of her existence and how she hides what she is within another shell. Somehow I just think that if she would have been seen in her true from rather than the latex clad one, it would have changed the story a little bit. She is, compared to the others, more horrific really, but in the frame of this story, that horror makes complete sense. but I have to wonder where revealing the truth from the beginning would have taken the story to.

Lots of very hot Succubi scenes in this work of course, I’ve come to expect that from this author and they deliver on that once again. There are appearances of other sexual creatures of myth and legend as well, but they are fleeting which I think makes for a better read. Most of all, it was nice to see that the Succubi were the dominant beings in the story, which focuses the writing a lot more I think as well.

Well written, but I expect that of this author. Nothing took me out of the story and the lessening of horror to give more time for plot content and character development I think makes this work the pinnacle of this author’s creativity.

That’s not to say there isn’t room for a little bit of improvement. Some of the background of the school that Phil goes to is a bit sparse at times, and the attitude of the facility seems… well, much too over the top to be believable really. Mind you, I suppose that powerful warlocks do have a more care free attitude…

Until, of course, the Succubi appear and then all hell breaks loose… That could be interesting…

I’ll give this work four and three-quarter out of five pitchforks.

There was, I thought, a better balance of story over horror and erotica in this work compared with the other works by this author. The meat was in the telling and not the showing, which adds to the enjoyment I have in reading quite a lot.

Hoping for the story to continue, but always wishing M.E. the best always…




May 24 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 230

I found a rather stylized image of a Succubus for this week’s Succubi, and I really like the design of it very much…

Devil Girl by Hardpawn

Devil Girl by Hardpawn

You can click on the image for a larger version of it as usual… The work is called Devil Girl and is by an artist named Hardpawn on Hentai Foundry who drew it back in 2004. You can see this work on that Hentai Foundry page here and the artist’s page is here as well…

I just think this would make for a really neat sticker. It’s got that look to it, the design would easily transfer to one too… But otherwise I love the pose, the latex clothing is a delicious contrast with her red skin, and her yellow hair works perfectly with all of the red that the image has…

Lovely, lovely stuff!



May 23 2012

Some Divas are not Devils when it comes to costumes…

It amazes me the number of costumes that I find that are so far from being sexy and are completely trashy. I haven’t figured out just why that is exactly, it does bother me though. See, to me, you want a sexy costume not something that makes you look… well… slutty…

Like this one does.

Red Diva Devil CostumeThis… thing… is called the Red Diva Devil Costume. It comes with  a zip up front red dress, headpiece and black gloves.

The stockings, shoes, and pitchfork are not included.

It sells for $65 US, but can be found on the web for $45…

This is just… well awful is the nicest word I think I can use to describe it, but there are other ones that probably describe it better than that…

It… it’s just a mess isn’t it?

It’s ugly, unflattering, the epitome of lousy really. And the stockings and shoes don’t help it at all, even though I personally like the stockings a lot really as I have said elsewhere in the Tale…

The gloves do nothing for me either, and the horns are nothing special as well. It’s not just that this is trashy, no it’s that this is, I think, embarrassing to wear.

Zero pitchforks out of five.

There is no saving this. Leave it in the shipping box under a rug…



May 22 2012

Desires 30

Mindsets are hard to overcome… But the Succubi Queen tries at least to…


Desires – Truths

By MZ and Tera S

Part Eighteen

Tera caught me off guard again… so direct unlike my previous slaves. She had the gall to kiss me after I just commanded her to kneel. My anger wanted to lash out, but she was quite the kisser and to my surprise, I was kissing her back. But her playfulness was going to cost her dearly.

That’s right, enjoy your teasing me… what you don’t know is my thoughts of revenge is what’s exciting me more than anything. God she’s breathtaking to look at. I’m going to enjoy burying my cock into every one of her hot holes over and over again. Finally she’ll getting to what I’ve been waiting for… let’s see those dehumanized eyes… let’s watch as she begins to understand her new place in this world… being my slave. But her eyes never slowed anything but complete love in them. Baaaahhh… Tera still doesn’t grasp that’s she’s not in control anymore. She must think this is all some kind of role playing… I’ll show her otherwise.

Rising from the chair, I slowly walked over and pick the red collar off the floor. The feel of the leather excites me as I imagine it around Tera’s own neck for the rest of her days. Then inspiration struck. Walking over to the altar of cubbies holding each flower I’d ever carved for her, I ran my hand across a few of them. Each one a different memory of a special occasion between Tera and Curtis, I found the one I was looking for. Pulling the rose out and holding it delicately in my hand, I turn and walked slowly back towards Tera.

“As you are a new slave, I’ll let you address me without being addressed first, but only for today. After today, you will not address me unless I’ve given you permission first.” I kept looking over the flower’s craftsmanship as I continued to spell out Tera’s new life. “Unless instructed otherwise, you’ll remain kneeling around me or be flat on your face with your ass in the air; presenting yourself to me or anyone else I want you to service.” Soon I stood over Tera looking at her behind the rose. “Before I tell you the rest of how your life is going to change, do you remember the night I gave you this rose? Do you remember what I promised to you?”


Promises… Promises…