Jan 10 2012

Desires 12

This next RP in the Desires series is something… different. Not in a bad way, but in that it asks of me personally a lot, but MZ is someone that I trust and miss often as I haven’t seen him in some time…

It should be understood, since it really isn’t at the beginning, that MZ is an “evil” mind controller… but he wants something from the Queen of the Succubi…

The RP will be posted somewhat differently than in the past as each of us wrote long, long passages in the series…

Hoping you enjoy…


Desires – Truths

By MZ and Tera S

Part One

I’d heard rumors of the legends that there was a big bad Succubi Queen. Tera they called her…. every mad scientist convention, someone had seen this or heard that…. occasionally a fellow mad scientist would just disappear. Everyone would always say that his path crossed with Queen Tera. She ensnared him and took control of his harem. Of course I, Mind Zapper, never believe such foolishness. No, I’m sure some fellow mad scientist just took over the other’s turf and conveniently spread rumors blaming this fictional Queen Tera.

That was until one day my drones reported back to me that they had captured a new recruit, but she was resisting all forms of enslavement. Heading over to the security monitoring room, I instructed to drone to bring up camera at my South America enslavement facilities. She switched the monitors from the current facility I was in to the one I commanded; sure enough there was a pretty young woman with a red collar around her neck still resisting everything we threw at her. Speaking into the microphone, I instructed the drones to resort to psychological torture to break her spirit. Figuring that was the end of the situation, I turned and left the security room. Moments later down the hall I heard someone yell, “It’s Her ” Just about ready to head back to the room and see for myself what happened, when a bang came from the room and smoke started rising out of the door way. Immediately initiation a code Red, I headed to my data back-up facilities and grabbed the live back up disk. Hearing lots of commotion outside the doorway, I knew this was serious. Activating my dimensional jumper, I retreated to my secret research facility in a parallel universe.

Nervously, I replayed the tape from my back up disk and what I saw left no doubt in my mind who was responsible for my current predicament. The video showed a legendary succubi stepping through a portal in the enslavement chamber. Her beautiful form was only matched by the powers I witness her using on my drones. She turned and looked straight at each of the hidden cameras and the video ended there. The footage was very brief, but the intruder’s green eyes, her red horns and that tail of hers left no doubt that I’d been attacked by Queen Tera. I printed up one of the only frames of Tera that I had. I’d been lucky to have escaped from the likes of her. Later I find out my entire empire no longer existed. With my pride smarting from the realization that all my fellow mad scientists would figure me for dead or enslaved, I swore no matter what the cost, I’d get my revenge on this all powerful Tera.

Luckily as part of my emergency plan, a specially conditioned drone assumed my identity completely took the wrap. I’d now seen Tera and she was real. Her speed and ease of taking my empire down told me I was totally out matched, but I wanted revenge. Figuring I would never be able to achieve my goals of supreme power over the Earth with an opponent like that around, I started researching everything that was to be found about this Queen Tera. It was going to be her or me. Thoughts of revenge consumed me, and I dedicated myself to win no matter the cost.

After months of research and hundreds of hours of planning, I’d come up with just how to deal with this Tera. My course of action was dangerous and highly risky. Taking at least three years of my life for my plan to either succeed or fail, I would finish what I’d set out to do. I’d get close to this Tera. I would make myself into her perfect vision of a man. Setting up my equipment to do the unthinkable to myself only a few months earlier, my program would copy my personality and memories for safe keeping and then upload a completely new personality, one that would appeal to Tera in every way. There was no other way; Tera would be able to read my thoughts and dark secrets from a mile away. I couldn’t confront her as myself.

My new masculine personality went by the name Curtis Allen, but always remained kind hearted, unselfish, empathetic, devoted, humble, and above all loving. A die hard romantic, old fashion values and a need to protect the innocent made him a man of uncompromising beliefs, but never judgmental. Knowing I needed something in his personality to resist Tera’s considerable abilities to influence others from completely devoting themselves totally to her, Curtis would believed he was a virgin. He would be saving himself for the perfect woman and even then only after marriage would he indulge in the fruits of passion. Of course I’d imprinted into him the images of Tera I had from my videos as his perfect woman. Curtis would date other women until Tera discovered him, but would never comment to any of them because they wouldn’t match up with his ideal mate.

Feeling safe the coast was now clear, I briefly returned to my own dimension snagging world renowned carpenter artists and down loaded all their skills and talents. Then I returned them before they would be missed. Using their knowledge base as carpenters, Curtis would quickly develop a reputation as the world’s greatest and most sought after carpenter. Tera has a reputation of enjoying the finer things the world has to offer. Curtis Allen being the carpenter to use when you need the best, Tera would of course hire “me.” If I’ve done my homework right, Tera will take an interest in Curtis. But if she scans my mind, she will only find that Curtis is sincere and trust worthy.

The only trigger I put into my programming was that Curtis would not be able to accept being anyone’s submissive except if they gave him an act of faith first. That act being to become his submissive for a day first, then and only then would he be able to truly trust them and freely give his whole heart to. After they fallen under his control, Curtis would have a need to look up a file on his special PDA filed under “Hell has frozen over.”

Finishing my new personality’s future home, I hid my conversion chamber behind a wall in the basement. Now ready to implement my plan, I stepped into the chamber. Seconds later the scanner finished backing up my mind and downloaded the data into a special file on my PDA. Slowly I started to feel Mind Zapper being erased. My every thought and being ripped from my mind as I get an idea what my old drones must have gone through. Mind Zapper was no more. Curtis Allen began up loading. After the new personality finished, the chamber dumped Curtis out onto the basement floor.

Slowly Curtis wakes up lying on the basement floor. Thinking nothing strange about sleeping in the basement, he did that a lot while working on a big project. Now fully awake, Curtis decided he was ready to conquer the world. Very quickly the world took notice of Curtis Allen and his carpenter artist skills. His carved works of art became highly sought after by museums. Requests for new works of art flooded into Curtis’ new art studio.



My answer next time…



Jan 09 2012

Storm Clouds 151 – 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...

And the first post of Storm Clouds for 2012… And look! There is new stuff!


Storm Clouds 151

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 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, the flames licking against that 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…

“Give it back!”

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

The second minute started and she finally said, “The Dark. It’s the Dark! 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.

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.”

And then she pushed past him making for the elevators without another word…

Jan 08 2012

A Review of Devil Red by Nova Chalmers

Some stories have twists in them that almost make the journey though the story worth reading. Changing stories that we all know into something different yet familiar is really a talent that few authors have. The question that strikes me is whether the twist in the end is really needed in the story or is it just there for the sake of being there?

Devil Red by Nova Chalmers

Devil Red by Nova Chalmers

The story is about:

A new twist on an old story. Meet Devil Red, a not so innocent woman on a mission. She’s got a treat to deliver, but when the others don’t quite play by the rules, Red gets even.

A basket with one hell of a goodie, a heroic woodsman with an axe to die for, and the horniest wolf in the woods, but Grannie herself may be the worst of the lot.

If anyone can sort them out and get to the cottage on time, it’s Devil Red.

Imagine the story of Red Riding Hood taken to a world of innuendo, sexual trysts and more sexual tension than you would expect to see. That in summary is the world that this author has created in this work.

Now I have to say that from the beginning that the sex in the story was quite central to the story. All kinds of fetishes and acts appeared from the start when Red appears to the end where the twist is revealed to the reader.

I won’t spoil that twist, you can read the story for free, but I don’t see how it needed to be part of the story, nor really what it added to it in the end. It was, I think more for shock value than anything else which after all of the rest of the story and how well that was written was disappointing…

But it is free, so you can read it and make your own decisions about the story and if the twist was really worth being there…

Oh, there are Succubi in the story, but they are fleetingly there in the work…

I’ll give it two pitchforks out of five.

Too short, the twist for me was not needing to be there, and I think that it took what could have been a really cute sexy read and made it a lesser story…



Jan 07 2012

A how to draw Morrigan Aensland YouTube…

This week, and for that matter next week, I’m going to be sharing a pair of YouTubes that I found in which an artist draws Morrigan Aensland of Darkstalkers fame…

Their name is Xia Taptara, and I think that they do quite well at that indeed…

And if the embedding does not work…


And there is a complete article on their blog that you can find at: http://idrawgirls.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-to-draw-manga-morrigan-from.html as well…

And finally a look at the finished work:

Morrigan Pencil Art by Xia Taptara

Morrigan Pencil Art by Xia Taptara

You can find quite a lot of similar work at the website Idrawgirls.com, where there are many other similar videos that teach methods of drawing that I think are fascinating to watch whether you can draw or not…

I like this in that it is a nice clean drawing of Morrigan that isn’t do over the top as some art of her is…

Lovely and next week’s is just as nice I think…



Jan 06 2012

A Review of Legacy by Niall Teasdale

I’ve been taken by a book series over the last year by the author Niall Teasdale, and to my pleasure he has released two more books in the series for a total of three so far with another to come soon as well. My first review of his first book, Thaumatology 101, you can find here. And I reviewed the second book in the series, Demon’s Moon, last week, and that review you can find here on the Tale as well. This week I will be reviewing the third book in the series Legacy, which I personally loved for all of the things we learned about Lily, the half-succubus of the series….

Legacy by Niall Teasdale

Legacy by Niall Teasdale

The book tells the story of:

All Ceridwyn Brent wants is a normal life, well, as normal as it gets when you are the only living sorceress in the world, your lover is a half-succubus, and you have a werewolf for a mate. Work is keeping her busy enough; she is trying to capitalise on her research with her boss by building a power generator which uses magic to generate electricity, and she has a PhD thesis interview to get through so she can finally be Doctor Brent.

Then mysterious, dark figures are seen watching the Battersea pack, paying particular attention to Ceri. The Greycoats, the supernatural branch of the Metropolitan Police, turn up to talk to Lily because men have been dying, apparently the result of a succubus feeding on them. To make matters worse, Lily is having dreams about the deaths and is starting to believe that she might be responsible. As Lily’s control over her demon side weakens, and it looks as though her father may have returned to Earth, Ceri must face off against the dark magicians pulling their strings from the shadow world under the bright face of London.

As an added extra, included in this book is an unpublished short story, Black Moonlight. Ceri, Lily, and Michael go to a rock concert where Michael’s half-brother is the base player.

It’s very hard not to spoil much of this book, so you’ll have to forgive the vagueness of some of my thoughts about it.

One of the things that I have liked about Niall’s writing is that he’s not afraid to build suspense in his stories, but not in telling you something that is important, but showing you something that is important with some other, not so much so, things. A little misdirection in a murder-mystery, which really is the core of this book, is not a bad thing at all.

I was taken by the lengths to which Ceri would go to protect Lily. Not just in the sense of comforting her when that was needed, but also to take risks that might, possibly in the future, come to haunt them both. I did have moments in the story, especially in the first moments of it, when I wondered about Ceri’s mental state at times. It was explained well when it needed to be, but even with that, I felt like something else was going on between Ceri and Lily, and it has throughout all of the stories so far. The thing of it is, to puts a lot of tension between the two, builds on that a lot in this story, but when they have to come to a resolution on their relationship, out of need more than anything else, Ceri didn’t do the easy thing and that made me respect her as a character more.

I also found Ceri’s past coming back to haunt her in this story was well done and actually more than I expected. I felt that how Ceri dealt with the horrors inflicted on her in the second book seemed too pat. That is to say, that there didn’t seem to be any long lasting effects on her from her experience. That came to an abrupt change in this work. She suffers, and I can see the how and why of it, but when it comes, it’s not something that is brushed aside by her. It’s effects are real in that there is emotional and mental harm that Ceri suffered and she starts to be effected by that.

Lily’s past comes back to haunt her in this story, and it breaks her at one point. That was, honestly, the saddest thing to see happen. I understand why it had to, I know that in the end it serves to get Lily to a point she needs to be at, but, it wasn’t the easiest thing to read when it happened.

Lily’s father appears in this story, and I won’t say much about him save that I would have liked to know more about him, and Lily’s mom for that matter, than we do. Yes there are moments where Lily’s past through her parents is shown, but it’s fleeting and I had the oddest feeling that a lot was left out to be revealed in the next story. Lily’s father was, mostly, what I expected him to be. The story itself, and Lily herself, make him out to be quite the evil being… I expect to see him again… soon.

The threat that Ceri and Lily face is well wrapped in darkness and you don’t get a good sense of how bad it is, and who is involved until Carter, one of the main characters in all of Niall’s stories and an important person to Ceri and Lily, opens a door to them, and to the reader, on a part of the world that has been hinted at before, but never really revealed. That places another problem into Ceri’s universe she had to deal with, and considering that they threaten someone she loves, namely Lily, I was surprised at her response to them. I don’t think I would have been quite so… nice with them.

It’s good to see many of the characters in the previous stories appear again in this one. More so that their appearance means something to the story and it isn’t just a name-dropping exercise. One thing that I have learned about this series is that you should pay attention to all of the characters in it, no matter how small their roles. They will appear when you least expect them to and then their reason for being in the series makes you stop and wonder why you didn’t see that when they first appeared.

As in all of his previous works, the writing is solid, the characters are well rounded, and the plots within the work are well thought out. The science of the magic in this world remains solidly grounded in rules as well, which adds to the overall plot. There isn’t any point where a solution is offered or a threat appears, where it makes no sense with the rest of the universe that has been created before. The past is remembered by the characters and that I think is wonderful to see. It makes the story, and the series, more like “reality” and, of course, reality is what you make of it isn’t it?

At the end of the work, I was quite satisfied with the resolution of the plot, at least the main one, which resolved several ongoing themes in the series. I could see a few dangling plot lines that will lead, I am sure, into the next book in the series, which I am fine with as well. I still have a lot of questions about Succubi in general in this world, but then there are other beings, like Twill, the fairy of the series, which we know little about. But then a good series shouldn’t give you everything you want in one moment, but sprinkle knowledge and understanding throughout.

And this series certainly does that…

The second story in the book, Black Moonlight, actually had a moment in it that brought me to tears which I think is a good indication of how much I have become invested in the characters in the series. Set during the events of this book, it gives us a look into part of the werewolf Michael’s life, as fleeting as it is. That’s not a bad thing as what we do see answers a lot of questions about this character and, at least for me, makes me wonder about his and Ceri’s ongoing relationship in the third book.

Niall has written some other short stories that he has published elsewhere in the web and you can find them here. I can’t quite decide which of these I like the best, but I hope that, eventually, they appear as their own book because they add a lot to the entire series and I think that they haven’t been seen by a lot of his readers…

I’m giving this work, like the first two in the series, five pitchforks out of five.

Some answers given, some hints of what is to come appear. All wrapped in excellent writing, characters and stories that are the mark of a talented author that cares about their works…

And I have no doubt that the next book in the series, Dragon’s Blood will add so much more to this universe. I can’t wait to see what happens next…


Jan 05 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 210

This is the eighth and final week of a series of posts for the Succubi of the Week featuring the work of an artist on DeviantArt that has created some wonderful sexy Succubi…

The artist is Darthhell, and this week, I wanted to share what I think is a striking image of Morrigan Aensland in flight…

Butt In The Moonlight Flight by Darthhell

Butt In The Moonlight Flight by Darthhell

This work is called Butt In The Moonlight Flight, which does make me smile really… But really there aren’t a lot of works of Morrigan in flight, clothed or otherwise, which is a shame.

This work was created in 2010, and you can find this image where I originally found it here on DeviantArt.

I like this work for the sexiness in it, but it’s not crass or overwhelming really… She is souring through the clouds, enjoying the moment for what it is. The pleasure of being free to be who she is and that, really, is what gives this work it’s special touch…

Please do visit Darthhell’s site on DeviantArt for lots of wonderful 3D art!



Jan 04 2012

Devil Woman Costumes should not be glazed…

Welcome to the first costume on the Tale for 2012…

I just wish it was a better one than this one…

Classic Devil Glazed DressThis is called the Classic Devil Glazed Dress. The name alone makes me cringe and the costume isn’t that much better really…

It comes with a  glazed lycra rhinestone dress with a zippered front, a pair of devil horns and a pitchfork.

It sells for $137 US. Fishnets and shoes not included.

I suppose there is something good in this costume, but I’ll be darned if I can find it.

Son’t like the sparkly horns, which are supposed to math the dress… I fail to see how they do exactly. The collar looks lousy, the zipper on the front of the dress honestly ruins what could have been something reasonably good.

I think that the dress looks too heavy in the material they used, the pattern on it only serves to point out that zipper on the front, as if you wouldn’t be focused on it over the rest of the costume…

Overall I just don’t like this at all.

So we begin the year with yet another zero out of five pitchforks for a costume…

I hope that there will be fewer of them…