Jan 18 2012

There is no need for a seventies flashback Succubus costume…

I thought that the seventies were well over and done with. I mean, I remember them and a lot of the fashions from that time really should stay there…

But somehow this one escaped…

Sultry Devil JumpsuitThis is called the Sultry Devil Jumpsuit… Make of that what you will before I do…

It comes with a lycra jumpsuit, the matching devil horns and a pitchfork. The shoes are once again not included. It sells for, and this I cannot believe, $152 US.


What does this costume have that makes it worth that much? It’s not the horns, it’s certainly not the pitchfork. Neither of those are worth more than ten dollars if that…

So that leaves the jumpsuit and while that being made of lycra could well be that much, I don’t see how other than the colour of it, that it is Succubus or Devil Girl like at all.

Oh, and once again, no tail.

Anyway, getting past that, I don’t see why anyone would want to dress in something that went out of style in the seventies anyway…

There are better ideas out there than this and I really hope that I come across one soon…

One single pitchfork out of five…

I suppose I could wear it while jogging or something…

Just ignore my innocent look mmmmk?



Jan 17 2012

Desires 13

Truths continue… At least from the Queen of the Succubi’s view of things… Sometimes the heart overcomes all else doesn’t it?


Desires – Truths

By MZ and Tera S

Part Two

It’s been a year.

An entire year since that first moment I saw him.

Damn him.

I had been visiting an art exhibition in New York and fell in love with one sculpture. It was carved of the most beautiful redwood that I had ever seen. The note beside it said that the craftsman, a man named Curtis, had spent the better part of a year working on it. It was something so passionate and yet so heart breaking at the same time. A couple were entwined together in each other’s arms. Their hands caressing the flesh of the other. But the faces were slightly wrong somehow for the image that was portrayed. Her face was hidden against his chest and his lips were buried into her mane of hair. The lines and curves of their bodies suggested that they were lovers, but the tension in his body, and the almost despair that was carved into hers, brought a lump to my throat. I looked at the title of the picture and shivered slightly.

Passionate Betrayal

I resolved at that moment to find out about this man that had creeped into my heart without being there. It took a bit of time, but I finally located him and sent a request that he visit me for a commission of his work.

There was something about him that caught me, from the first moment he walked into my home in the Arizona desert. He came into the room and seemed…. Different. When he wasn’t looking I had a look into him. A kind man. A man with hope and love in his heart. A man that was romantic and wanted that perfect moment in his life. But not for himself. That would be selfish. He wanted it for the woman he loved.

When I first appeared to him, I didn’t appear as my true self. I hid my horns and tail away from him. The shock I feared would drive him away from me before I could have the opportunity to talk to him. We sat down under the stars and talked about many things and then he asked me a question that I did not expect. He looked at me and said, “You are her…. Aren’t you?”

For a moment, I didn’t know what to say, and then I released what he was talking about. That statue. It suddenly clicked in my mind. The man was him and the woman was me. I looked at him in shock. I was totally unprepared for the words that he spoke to me. Words of devoting his life to finding me. Of wanting to be the one to hold me and please me and make my life perfect in every way.

When he finished speaking I stood and walked to the edge of the patio. I turned back to him and then simply revealed myself as I was. Tail, horns and all. What surprised me more than anything else to that point, was his total acceptance of what I was. It was almost as if he had known what I was… And it didn’t matter to him in the slightest.

That night he held me in his arms and we talked about his life and dreams and passions. I revealed myself to him in return. I bared myself to him completely. All my wants and needs and wishes and dreams unfulfilled. The sun was rising over the desert floor when we finally came to silence. All that we needed to say had been said.

I asked him to share my bed. I wanted him to willingly join me and be mine. But he paused at my words and shook his head. His honor would not allow that. He believed that something so personal and private was only to be shared with the one he married and called his alone.

I came so close. So close to using my powers to strip his mind bare, and rewrite it to allow what I wanted and what I believed that he truly wanted. I was on the edge of casting the spell into him when I looked into his deep eyes…. And I stopped cold. I couldn’t do it. He wanted me and I wanted him, but not as a person that he wasn’t…

He left my home in the desert for his that morning. I held him close for a moment before he left, and then I kissed him and I felt myself melt at his touch. As he drove away my mind swirled with his image within me. I spent the next year seeing him as often as I could. He was perfect in every way and he became the focus of my life.

And now here we are. A year has passed. He’s coming to my home again tonight. I will ask him to give himself to me for I have given myself to him already. I will ask him to cherish and obey me…. I hope that he will…. I hope….. Oh please….. I hope….


Not all hopes come true as you would hope they would… That’s next time…




Jan 16 2012

Storm Clouds 152 – 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...

A bit more new stuff in the last chapter here… Just thought that the reveal was too quick and needed to extend it some…


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…

“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…

Jan 15 2012

A Review of Haunt by Amber Delaine

Another Incubus themed story for review this week… It’s a really involved and to be honest tragic story of the darker side of the universe, but then not all stories are happy ones in truth are they?

Haunt by Amber Delaine

Haunt by Amber Delaine

The story is described as being:

Artist Megan Nelson has never lived anywhere but the tiny Texas town in which she grew up. There is one bus, one corner store and everybody knows everybody. So when a stranger shows up, Megan is more than curious. Adam is more than he seems: beautiful and strange. Megan soon finds herself falling in love with him as she learns who he is and where he comes from. But being with Adam comes with a price. The closer Megan gets to Adam, the more she realizes he holds a dark secret which threatens to tear apart everything she has ever known. On top of it, Megan is plagued with guilt over her best friend, Tony. As her new love life puts a strain on their old friendship, Megan learns how love can help her overcome her terrifying circumstances and change the rest of her life.

It has to be said up front that the story is, honestly, quite sad. It’s heartbreaking to see what happens to Megan and Tony as the story goes on. And what Adam, the incubus, does just makes the story so much worse to be honest.

That’s not to say that the writing isn’t good or that the story itself isn’t worth reading, it’s just that you need to go into it with the realization that it will be sad at times and that not everything ends in a good way for the characters in the story.

For Adam is, quite simply, an evil being with evil plans and in truth is so very much the classical incarnation of an incubus without a doubt. It’s quite easy not to like him, though that takes a bit of time from his first appearance in the story, but when that comes, you find it easy to wish a good deal of hurt upon him at some point in the story to appear.

But I won’t spoil what he does or what happens in the end. But I will say that I could understand the final resolution of the story being what it turned out to be for everyone and I admire the strength of Mrgan to do what she does in the end.

The author writes well, has excellent characters that feel real and you care about them quite a lot with the story unfolds. There are moments when they do something and you want to poke them with a finger to tell them that they are being stupid, and that happens a lot, but eventually there is meaning behind their actions and that’s refreshing in a story…

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

It was more violent a story than I like, there were moments that I did consider stopping reading the work, but the writing kept me involved to the end.



Jan 14 2012

Another how to draw Morrigan Aensland YouTube…

Today I’m sharing the second of 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 their art is really wonderful…

And if the embedding does not work…


And a look at the finished work:

Morrgian Aensland Drawing by Xia Taptara

Morrgian Aensland Drawing 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 another nice clean drawing of Morrigan that isn’t do over the top as some art of her is…

Lovely art and do have a look at their work!



Jan 13 2012

A Review of Temptation by Samantha Cain

There is a new book series that started this past November that has the interesting series title of: The Secret Lives of Succubi. The author promises that there will be a total of four books in the series and the first one, Temptation, will be the focus of today’s Succubi book review on the Tale…

Temptation by Samantha Cain

Temptation by Samantha Cain

The story is told of:

Jason Gallagher thought he knew the truth about the world around him… until he met her.

Lillian Luster thought she fully had a grasp on what to expect… until she actually met him.

They’ll soon discover that neither one of them truly knows what life has in store until they start living it.

But Lillian has a secret – one that Jason may be unable to overcome.

It’s never an easy thing to create a universe for any author. The trick is building one with characters that have a past and that the reader cares about, and placing rules about their universe that you can understand and that don’t change for no apparent reason.

This book, being the first in the series, introduces us to Jason, a normal average guy making his way through undergrad school and facing all of the problems and roadblocks that all students do… Except for one. He also has a problem in that he has become smitten by a woman in his classes named Lillian… and that will come to change his, and her lives forever…

I found how Succubi are weaved into the “normal” world was well done, I am somewhat disappointed that they have no horns or tails, but that’s a personal preference that I have for them. What they are, how they exist, and what they need to survive all make a good deal of sense. The difficulties that Lilian faces as a result are well played in the story and it helps to strengthen the relationship she has with Jason over time.

The other Succubi we see, are in their own way, quite evil as you might expect from their names and what they do in the story. I have to say that while I understand that there has to be an “evil” one to offset the “good”, there is a bit too much of the stereotypical evil character in her and I would like to see her become less so as the series goes along. A threat for threat’s sake doesn’t seem to match with the rest of the story…

The minor and other characters in the work are well fleshed out, though sometimes the use of regional accents becomes a little bit bothersome for my liking. While it adds to the flavour of the story, one particular character got on my nerves from the first moment he appeared and with the revelations that happen at the end of this story about him, I do hope that it’s a front more than anything else…

There is a good deal of “things below the surface that you don’t understand” here. That will, I expect, lead into the next books as it should, and I hope that the reveals aren’t just little short ones, but well explained as happens in this story.

In spite of all of the good in this work, there is something that bothers me about it. That problem is that it seems to take forever to get the story moving forwards. There is a lot of teasing and innuendo through most of the work, and then, as we come towards the end it seemed like there was a lot of information and character development to go through. Now, I can see why that would have to be as the story to that point didn’t really allow for Lillian and Jason to get to what she was and what he is to her.

But that was sort of a problem at least to me. There is a lot of world building that goes on, but then we sort of fall into a lull in the action which extends for what I think is a bit too long before the next crisis, or important moment comes to pass. I wonder if a little less internal monologue wouldn’t help to move the story along better and in doing so, allow for more story to be revealed over the course of the tale being told.


I’ll give it four pitchforks out of five.

I care about the characters, the threats that Lillian and Jason face are quite real and present, and that makes me want to see what comes next. I can’t give it five pitchforks because I think, as I have said, that the build up to the reveal and understanding took a little bit too long to unfold at the expense of the story itself…

A little less “tell” and a bit more “show” would help I think in that.

Still, this is the opening of a longer series and the groundwork has to be set for the rest of the path to be revealed and, in that, the author has a good foundation for a really fascinating series to come.

According to the author’s note at the end of this book, the next in the series will be appearing sometime in the summer of 2012 and I look forward to seeing where the story goes from here…



Jan 12 2012

Succubi Image of the Week 211

It’s been a while since a Warcraft Succubus has been on the Tale and so this week I found one that I think is wonderfully done…

World of Warcraft Succubus by Gwendraeth

World of Warcraft Succubus by Gwendraeth

This is a World of Warcraft Succubus as created by an artist calling themselves Gwendraeth. I would like to say that I found their website or something about them, but their DeviantArt page has been removed and they don’t seem to be anywhere on the internet for some time.

I did find a page on Hentai Foundry with their work, which are mainly female elves which you can find here.

I think that this is a lovely rendering of a Warcraft Succubus, thankfully without showing her hooves which I personally dislike to no end… I like her tail and overall she’s sexy cute being a blonde, unlike the normal Warcraft Succubus who is dark haired…

All in all a lovely image of a popular Succubus…

I only wish there were more of this artist’s works to share about Succubi…