Jun 23 2011

Succubi Image of the Week 182

I haven’t shared a Deacon Black work as a Succubi of the Week on the Tale for some time… That’s not because of not liking his work, because I do like it quite a lot.

No, the reason I haven’t shared any is that I wanted to share my personal favorites of his work in sort of a mini-series…

And so, here is the my third most favourite Succubus by Deacon Black…

Bound Devil Girl by Deacon Black

I like to call this Bound Devil Girl for obvious reasons as I don’t actually know the real title of this work… You can see a larger version of this art if you click on the image above if you’d like one…

Now while her horns are a bit… okay more than a bit long, I like her tail and the outfit she is mostly wearing quite a lot really. Long dark hair is a plus naturally and while she has some interesting curves, it’s not totally over the top in nature I think.

The look in her eyes isn’t one of worry being tied up as she is, more of a “oh I am just sooo helpless and you really need to untie me don’t you?”

There is a story in that I think…

A very interesting one…

You can find more of Deacon’s works here if you would like to see more!



Jun 22 2011

Succubi do not need capes…

It strikes me that, for some reason that I will never understand, costumes for Succubi are appearing with capes more and more…


Why is that now becoming a “necessity” in costume designs?

Like this one.

This is apparently a Devil Lady Costume according to the manufacturer, and to be honest I have issues with that description from the moment I saw it…

The costume comes with the red dress, the cape which attaches to cuffs, the choker and the pair of horns the model is wearing. Pitchfork and shoes are not included.

I don’t care for any of this. The dress is lousy, the cape is so over the top tacky that I can’t bare looking at it, the pitchfork is laughable, and the choker is such an afterthought that I wonder why they added it save for the chance to get rid of some leftover cloth.

The horns, what little we see might be half decent, but you can’t really tell.

So, in short, this is just a mistake from the beginning to the end.

And it sells for about $29 US on most costume sites, but I wouldn’t think of buying it myself…

It gets a quarter pitchfork out of five and that’s generous I think.

As always it seems there are better costumes out there…




Jun 21 2011

Temptations 117

The pursuit of happiness is, but what is the Queen of the Succubi in pursuit of?


Temptations 117

By TeraS and James


She giggled, “A girl can have wide and varied pursuits can she not? I find that the more esoteric and interesting ones seem to catch my attentions and draw my gaze…” Still gracing him with a warm smile she continued, “I think that you are incorrect in your assumptions however… Your reading has brought you to places that others will never see… your writing tells of what you have learned to those that care to listen to the words… Neither is an act of nothing, but rather acts of giving and revealing, possibly the two more important things that a soul can manage within themselves…”

She tapped her hand on the tabletop, “The melding of body and spirit is, I think, never quite equal… It teeter-totters between and around the balance point never quite managing for a moment to meet that equilibrium that it seeks. But seeking it must and so the physical world and the spiritual one trade places over and over again without end until at last they find something at the end of their travels in this world to agree upon and take to the next… and the next… and so on…”

She touched her nose, “Forever we learn, for learning is ever is it not?”


“Of course it is never quite equal.  In this world, no relationship is ever perfectly balanced, perfectly equal.  There is no perfect harmony.  There is always ebb and flow, give and take, wavers and quavers.  And that is part of the fun.  If the relationships were perfectly equal, there would be no improvisation, no syncopation, no jazz, no wondrous overtones.  That is the special joy, the special gift of things never being perfectly even.  It’s a shame more people don’t realize it.

But I still things there a tones that have been less prevalent in my repertoire.  It is understandable; I’m not exactly a dashing or particularly physically attractive sort of person.  That, combined with my own inward tendencies, means that there are many things I have experienced in only limited ways.  It’s probably for the best, somehow, leaving me to focus on the books, the students.”

James sat up straight, having been delighted by her giggle, beguiled by her eyes, and distracted,  for a moment by her touching her nose.  “You are right, learning is ever.  And I suspect you are learning about me.

“Now, exactly what may I do for you?”


The laugh was musical and sweet with not a hint of malice within it… It was a simple expression of her joy in finding such a fascinating voice in the world to talk to.

She then explained with a wink, “I thought that was supposed to be my line for you… Perhaps the questions of What do you want? or the pondering to the question of What do you need? Aren’t those both questions that bring us to learn about not just ourselves, but those around us?”

For a moment she paused and then, “And you sell yourself quite short you know… For those that can see need only know who you are within to know the real you and what, no… How important your words, thoughts and actions are to those that care to pay attention…”

“That might be the one thing that we all need to learn in our own ways and time… Given time to see that is…”



I am so very pokie even with my tail not to be seen…



Jun 20 2011

Storm Clouds 128 – 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...

Sorry… Nothing new again this week. But, and it is a rather large “but” I hope to have something else done soooooon….


Storm Clouds 128

Chapter 19

By TeraS

“Step back, Camilla. I can’t let you hurt her.”

The answer to that came in a cruel smile and the words, “I haven’t hurt her yet, Dick. Oh, she wants it and loves it, though. She has a fantasy of having her ass whipped until she can’t sit down for a week. You know that dream makes her dripping wet every night?

Tom watched as Camilla, in Ginger’s form, raised her right hand toward the ceiling and a long black riding crop appeared there.

“Camilla, stop. Think about what you’re doing. This isn’t you.”

Oh, but it’s her.

The whip came down hard on Ginger’s rear and a long red mark was left behind … but Ginger herself didn’t say a word. Not one. Tom was, to be blunt, uncomfortable with all of this. The sex part of it didn’t bother him, but the abuse? That was going against what he believed in.

“You’re going to have to stop, Camilla.”

No. This is what she wants, Dick. Not what I want or you want. Now, go and have a drink from the office bar or read a paper or watch, or wait outside. I don’t care because she doesn’t. All she knows is that the one person she can submit to is debasing her and making her be the person she is inside. A meek little fucktoy that needs a firm hand to guide her.

Tom wasn’t buying it and he moved towards Camilla, “Sorry, but you aren’t going to do this.” Tom didn’t want to pull his gun and use it on her. That was a last resort as far as he was concerned. He closed the distance and then took hold of Camilla’s wrist, stopping her from using the crop again.

She looked up at him and her eyes glowed green, “Thomas, please trust me on this. This is the fastest way to get what we need from her. Don’t interfere with what you see.”

Tom’s grip became a little firmer, “Abusing people is wrong, Camilla.”

“It is. But then she isn’t a person right now, and so she doesn’t qualify. Would you like to hear it from her own lips? Would that make it acceptable, then?”

Ginger’s voice was wrapped in need as she begged, “Slut has been a bad girl. She needs to be punished. Mistress has to punish Slut.”

“That makes it worse.”

Camilla’s tail wrapped itself around Ginger’s neck and tugged her close to one side, pushing Tom slightly as she moved. She took hold of Ginger’s hair again and pulled her face to look up at her, “Good Slut. You can lick my shoes.

There was no delay from when Camilla let go to when Ginger was on her hands and knees doing exactly that and mewling in pleasure from it.

Tom’s disgust with the whole situation came to a boil, and he shoved Camilla’s hand away from him. He turned away from the scene and moved towards the door, pausing there as he gripped the door handle, “Tell me something, Camilla. Is this what succubi do? Hurt others? Leave them empty shells of themselves? Are you going to suck away her soul next and kill her?”

To his surprise Camilla answered that with, “There is a difference between what you see and what there is, Tom. Please, look back.”

He did, and he saw Camilla as he had always known her, sitting on the chair, but with Ginger still on the floor in front of her degrading herself. Camilla’s tail was wrapped around Ginger’s neck directing her movements.

“If someone gave you your heart’s desire, wouldn’t you take advantage of it? This is what she wants, Thomas, and neither you nor I have the right to judge her. She needs this, has needed it for some time now. She’ll gladly answer anything for this to happen without hesitation.”

“I don’t like this, Camilla. Tell me something: do you like it?”

Camilla didn’t hesitate, “No. But that doesn’t matter, does it? Some sacrifices have to be made to get the answers we need.”

Then the scene shifted again to what it had been moments before, a slave groveling at the feet of a cruel Mistress.

Get the point, Dick?

Tom nodded slightly–“Still doesn’t mean that I have to like it”–and left the office, shutting the door behind him.

Camilla was silent for a time after Tom left. It was difficult to explain the world that she lived in to humans. Tom had managed to accept most of it, but this part of being a succubi or an incubi, the part of it where realities shifted and sometimes not for the best, was a problem. The problem in carrying it out came in getting too involved in the fantasy and having that stay with you when the moment was gone. Camilla knew already that she was going to feel dirty after it was all over, but she tempered that disgust with the knowledge that it might, just might, get her the answers she needed.

She rubbed her free hand over the mark on Ginger’s ass, “Now, you worthless slut, you will answer every one of the questions asked. For every one you answer truthfully, I will reward you with another cropping that you need so badly … And, if you are very good, I’ll let you finally cum like the needful cunt you are.

Her hand came down hard, “Understood?”

The answer was just above a whisper and was filled with need: “Yesssss, Missstresss.”

Camila held the crop in the air and began asking her questions.

What do you know of the Succubi?

“They are what is wanted.”

Camilla paused at that answer. It didn’t sound like something that Ginger would say on her own, which was troubling. She took the crop and placed it lengthwise against Ginger’s folds, pressing it against the flesh, “Wanted for what, slut?”

“To be claimed again by those they no longer serve.”

It took a great deal of control for her not to grab Ginger by her collar, and she managed in a curt voice, “Who wants them?”

Ginger didn’t respond to that. Camilla placed one hand against Ginger’s cheek, a green glow appearing there and moments later Ginger began to shake and mewl, but didn’t speak. Camilla’s fingers stroked slowly, “Slut… I am going to take you to the edge of cumming. Your pussy is going to ache and your mind is going to splinter apart piece by piece until you answer my question. The sooner you do, the better it will be for you … Otherwise, I am going to leave you a mindless shell here on the floor and then, oh then I’m going to find Mary Ann and do the same thing to her, slut.”

The answer was barely a whisper, one that Camilla would have missed save for the ragged breath that was taken before the words came out: “Please. Mistress doesn’t know why.”

Camilla drew the crop up and down as she tried to make sense of what had been said. Mistress doesn’t know why? But at the moment, Camilla was the Mistress here, wasn’t she?

“Tell Mistress why she doesn’t know.”

“Mistress does what she is told to do, just like slut.”

The cold shiver of realization of what Ginger had been trying to say made her stand up and run for the door, leaving Ginger curled up in a ball on the floor, her fingers pumping frantically in and out of her sex trying to overcome the hold that Camilla had over her.

To Camilla’s horror she heard the sound of a gunshot outside the door and went into a panic. She shifted back into her normal form, save for her horns and tail, which still were visible as she drew open the door and shouted, “Thomas!”

Moments before, Tom had left the office and closed the door behind him. It really bothered him how Camilla could do this. He supposed that most of his misgivings were because he was very old school in his thinking about relationships and sex. It had always been his belief that you found the right person for the right reasons, acted honourably, loved her, married her, and then were happy together.

He didn’t understand why people would want to suffer or be abused by others. It just didn’t make sense when he first heard of it and today … well, that hadn’t changed all that much.

He looked over to where Mary Ann sat at her desk typing away at a computer. Ignoring her, he moved towards the leather chairs and sofa on the far side of the room, hoping to find a magazine that didn’t have artificially enhanced women on the cover but did have some real articles within the pages. Looking at the table there, he sighed a bit as, of course, the only things to be seen were the current and past issues of the company’s flagship magazine, and nothing more.

Giving up on that idea, he dropped into a chair facing the office he just left and looked over the lobby. Lots of mirrors around–probably for Ginger to preen in, he thought. The doors through which the goons had left were closed … and Mary Ann … she was suddenly standing to the right of him in that stupid schoolgirl outfit, a slightly vapid smile on her lips.

“Hello Mary Ann.”

“Hiya, ‘tective! You need something while you’re waitin’?”

“No, thanks. Nothing here that interests me.”

She had a hurt look for a moment and then traced a finger over the curves of her breasts that showed over the top of the white shirt that she was wearing, “Nothin’? Nothing at all?”

Tom closed his eyes and sighed, “Nope. You have nothing that I’m interested in.”

To his surprise, Mary Ann patted his hand, “Wells, if ya want something, let me know, okay?”

He didn’t open his eyes, but instead tried to make sense of everything that had happened so far: thoughts of possible reasons, ideas of who was on the list next. But then, for some reason, his thoughts turned to his past and the one woman he had ever truly loved. He found the image of her forming so very clearly in his thoughts; he could see her, almost smell her perfume …

Sitting up, he coughed for a moment, and then heard a voice …

“Are you having allergies again, Thomas?”

That voice. Tom opened his eyes and saw standing there a woman with pixie-cut brunette hair with some blonde in it, a button nose, the pink lips he remembered so very well, wearing a black off-the-shoulder dress, and he heard the voice that he thought was gone forever.


“Hi, Thomas …”

It was her. Beth. And all of the feelings that he had kept bottled up inside for so long started seeping up again. He asked in a hurt tone, “How?”

“Don’t worry about it, Thomas. I’m here now and that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

Tom found that it did matter, more than anything he had cared about in a long time. He got out of the chair and smiled almost stupidly, “Of course. I’ve missed you, honey …”

“I’ve missed you, too, Thomas.”

Her hands moved to straighten his collar: “You look good. Been looking after yourself?”

Tom found her voice soothing, and having her there just made the tension in his mind and body vanish, leaving only her voice as the one thing that mattered at that moment to him.

“No. Been missing you and … why did you have to go?”

“I’m here now, so you can forget about that, can’t you?”

Tom felt a little fuzzy then, like his thoughts weren’t connecting properly, like there was something that he should be remembering about Beth, but which wouldn’t connect in his mind. All he could do was listen to her voice and nod on occasion to her words.

“Why don’t you tell me what you are doing here, Thomas. Why are you and Camilla here?”

“Looking into a murder, but you don’t care about that.”

“Oh but I do, Thomas, I really do. Tell me about it.”

She slipped into his arms and for a moment he enjoyed having Beth in his arms again. It felt right. Just like the very first time he held her and they spent the night … together?

Tom’s eyes widened as he held her close and realized something. Beth couldn’t possibly know who Camilla was. That meant she couldn’t possibly be here. That meant … this wasn’t Beth.

His thoughts cleared enough for him to ask as he looked at her again, “How do you know Camilla?”

There was a look of confusion from her, “You introduced us? Remember? I’ve known her for years!”

That shook him from the stupor he was in and he turned away from her, “You’re not making any sense, Beth. Something’s wrong.”

She spun him back around to face her, her voice becoming more insistent, “You … introduced … us … Thomas.”

A wave of nausea came over him with her words and he closed his eyes to get that under control. The nausea went away and he found that his thoughts cleared, making him remember something.

She was wearing black. Beth never wore black. It was the colour she had hated more than anything else in the world. She’d rather go naked than wear black, she had once told him … and she never called him “Thomas.” Not ever. She didn’t like the formality of it, she told him. He would forever be “Tom” to her.

That snapped him clear of her hold over him and he acted out of instinct. Grabbing her by the arm, he pulled her down onto the floor, straddling her and pinning her there in the next moment. The anger pushed everything from his mind about Beth and he thought clearly at last: “Who the hell are you?”

“I’m Beth! Can’t you see, Thomas?”


He pulled his gun from its holster and placed the barrel against her throat, “You look like her. You aren’t. She only wore yellow. You’re wearing black. She called me Tom. You’re calling me ‘Thomas.’ And she never met my partner. You’re a poor copy of her; should have realized that when you first appeared. What the hell are you? Show me or I swear I’ll put a bullet in you.”

Beth—no, this poor copy of her—continued to struggle, the fear on her face evident and then, to Tom’s surprise, she smiled. Then Beth’s smile was gone and an evil grin had replaced it. And behind that grin was Mary Ann struggling to free herself from where he had her trapped.

“You fuck! I’ll tear your heart out and eat it!”

Tom had figured out by now that she was something not human. This only made him angrier than he had been. He had foolishly assumed that there was some kind of honour among those that weren’t human. Whatever Mary Ann was, she didn’t have any. The next thought was of Camilla and her promise to him: not to pry into his life, to let him make his own decisions. He realized that it wasn’t just a promise, it meant something to her.

He found that it meant something to him as well.

“You are so dead, cop! They’ll never find your body when I’m finished with you!”

His thumb pulled the hammer back on the gun, “Let’s see how you do with a bullet in you.” He moved the barrel from her neck, and pulled the trigger leaving a clean hole in the floor beside her right ear and it bleeding where the bullet grazed her. The look of shock in her eyes that accompanied the sound of the shot echoing in the office gave Tom some satisfaction.

Whatever she was, she could be killed by a gunshot, it seemed.

He put the barrel against her throat again, “Talk or the next one is going to make it hard for you to breathe.”

“Bastard! I’ll rip you apart!”

He heard Camilla’s voice behind him, “Thomas!”

He took a quick look. Camilla was standing there in a panic. He found that comforting, somehow: “Camilla. Get over here and help me before I kill this … thing.”

She ran towards Tom trying to hide the fear that had been in her eyes when she burst through the office doors and thanked the stars that Tom was still alright.

Tom looked at Mary Ann, no longer just the image of a bimbo, but now a twisted version of one,  one that had hate in her eyes and was obviously more than she appeared. As Camilla came closer, he told her, “The goons will be here in a minute. That gunshot will bring them running.”

Camilla’s smile was sure, “No, no they will not be, Thomas. I can promise you that they are … busy at the moment with other thoughts in their minds.”

He gave her an odd look and managed a smile, “Kinky ones?”

Camilla allowed herself a chuckle, “Very. You would be shocked.”

He turned back to Mary Ann, “So, what is she?”

Camilla’s tail struck out and slapped against Mary Ann’s cheek before she answered, “She’s s Siren. Mesmerizes her prey and then feeds them what they most desire to get what she wants.”

“Bitch. You’ll never get out of here alive. We’ll turn you both into thralls and you’ll…”  Tom’s hand against her cheek stopped Mary Ann’s voice and put shock into her eyes.

“I don’t hit women, but in your case you aren’t a lady, are you?”

She didn’t answer except to look at Tom with death in her eyes.

“Camilla, what do we know?”

“Nothing useable, save for Ginger being a pawn of Mary Ann.”

Tom considered that for a moment. If that was true, then Ginger didn’t have control over this place any more than her husband did. It also explained what happened to him and why Ginger was so over sexualized from the woman she had been when he had first met the pair and took them to jail for a minor incident in the past.

“Okay. So, then, what do we do?”

Camilla’s voice was cold, “She talks to my Tail.”

The look in Mary Ann’s eyes became one of fear and she struggled trying to get away, becoming more violent in her movements, seemingly not caring if she hurt herself.

“What the hell does that mean? Why is she freaking out?”

“She knows what it means Thomas. That’s what matters.” Camilla’s tail struck Mary Ann’s cheek once more, making her stop moving as she looked in fear at Camilla. “You can talk to us right now, or you can talk to her. Make a choice.”

“If I talk, I’m dead. If I don’t talk, I’m just as dead.”

Thomas took hold of her chin, forcing her to look at him, “Pick one. Which is worse?”

The voice that came over Tom’s shoulder was smooth and seductive, its tone wrapped in dominance …

“I think I am.”

Storm Clouds

Chapter 20

By TeraS

Jane returned to Tera as soon as she had changed into something less fetish-like. That amounted to a black sweater, blue jeans and low heels.  The outfit made her look as low as she felt.

It still shocked her that disappointing Tera would effect her so much. It wasn’t like she was one of Tera’s favourites; she wasn’t Rianna, or Branwyn, or any of the Daughters who had a direct family connection to her.  She was … just Jane … just plan Jane. Or at least she would be if it wasn’t for this spell that held her in this form and handicapped her so badly. Now she looked like someone else with a pair of horns stuck to her head.

Why did it matter so much that Tera approve of her? Why did Tera really care that much about what she did? She was just one of many who were part of the Realm …

The Realm … Jane cursed herself for ever leaving it. Why did she follow her twin away from there? Why did she ever pick up and join in this futile quest?

She pushed all of that aside and made her way down the hall towards Tera once more.

But before she got there, she found someone blocking her way.

It was a small grey Calico kitten with a pair of orange wings on his back … and he was holding a sign in his front paws to her: So? What the hell happened to you?

“Leave me alone Aries. I haven’t got the time to talk to you.”

But he didn’t move. He just hovered there in mid-air, his blue eyes looking at her and just waiting. Jane wanted to just get past him, to get to Tera, get her punishment or whatever else she was going to get and get it over with … maybe she would just get sent back to the Realm for her own protection or something and then she could crawl under a rock.

The sign changed: No, you have the time. Talk.

Jane leaned against the wall and looked at him. Aries was one of the AngelKitties; every Succubi in the Realm had one—except Tera of course. Tera had two, her purple one and then a white one that was given to whomever was the Queen of the Succubi in the Realm. Legend had it that the white AngelKitty didn’t have a name, or wouldn’t tell it’s name to anyone but the Queen, and that it was, in fact, the AngelKitty which Tera had given to the first Queen.

But that was only legend.

“Fine. I screwed up. I got caught in a trap and now I am screwed. Are you happy now, Aries?”

The message changed: No. But at least you’re admitting that you are a fool. That’s a start.

Jane couldn’t help herself and let a small laugh escape her, “Thanks, it’s good to know that I’m measuring up to your expectations of me.”

Again it changed: Better. Now that you aren’t so pissed off at yourself, how about getting your mind around fixing your problem and then fixing whoever did this to you.

She sighed and put her hands over her eyes, “Aries, I don’t know where to start. I don’t know how to fix it. I’m not … Tera’s not sure that she can fix this. So what do I do?”

He didn’t do anything for a minute, save his tail moving back and forth behind him. Then the sign flipped over: Find yourself.

Then he fluttered up to her close, gave her a kiss on the nose and flew away down the hall, away from Tera’s office. Jane watched him leave and tried to figure out what he was trying to tell her … but that was nothing new with Aries. Jane rarely understood him and, even after all these centuries with him as her companion, she still didn’t understand why he continued to stay with her.

After one last sigh, Jane took the last few steps to Tera’s door and walked in, ready to face the music once more.


Jun 19 2011

A Review of Portrait Of A Succubus by Gerald Dawson

Portrait Of A Succubus by Gerald Dawson
Occasionally the shorter stories about Succubi are, in their own ways, interesting in how they convey their existence and what they must or must not do to survive. Occasionally those descriptions are either off the wall, or seem to be not quite the way I see Succubi or Incubi to be. Now that’s not a criticism in itself, every author makes their own universe and characters and to that they must be true of course…

It’s all a question of how you manage to do that…

  • Title: Portrait Of A Succubus
  • Author: Gerald Dawson
  • Publishing Date: February 14, 2011
  • Length: 29 Pages
  • ISBN-13: ?
  • This eBook at Smashwords.com

The summary of this work is:

Tristana, as she is known for this adventure, has lived since the dawn of time. Her sole purpose these days is to seduce mortals and steal their souls. Jerome is an artist, and even as the body cools from her last victim Tristana sets her sights on having his unique talents create a portrait of her, of course intending to steal his life and soul when it is complete. Her beauty is beyond measure.

The story begins in the aftermath of Tristana, the Succubus of the story, as she has claimed a soul. What that person is, and what their particular desires were, didn’t do a lot for me, but that is the author’s decision, so I won’t dwell on that part of the story.

Through that event, she is made aware of an artist living in Dallas, named Jerome, who she targets as her next victim. She gains his attentions through a phone call to him that is very erotic in nature and I think seems very true to form if it happened in real life.

She eventually has him agree to paint her portrait and goes there to sit for it and, of course, the sittings become very erotic things indeed, but then things start to go down a path that Tristana didn’t expect and in the end, secrets are revealed that she didn’t expect to be true.

Tristana’s true form is somewhat monstrous in nature, we get a good description of that at the beginning of the story. She’s described as sort of a reptilian creature in black, but she has been many different mirages of women in the past and we see her shift between some of them in the story.

Her, and for that matter, all Succubi in this story’s history is not what I expected. It sort of combines a few different myths and legends and then attributes them to the Succubi. I can see where the author is going with that idea, but it seems to be a little outside of the normal mythos of Succubi, both in their past and their form.

Again, that is the author’s choice.

I had the oddest feeling when reading this work that it was part of a larger story. It felt like we came into the story many chapters from the beginning and then moved to the climax, in more than one way, of the story far too quickly for my liking.

I also found myself slightly put off at some of the descriptions of the sexual acts between the two characters, as well I was taken out of the story a few times where one character or the other is speaking and we also get a description of what they are doing to pleasure themselves at the same time.

I know that this is erotica and it is about Succubi, but rushing through those moments between the characters just made the work come off the rails for me slightly. I will admit that there were a couple of subjects in the work that for me have a rather large squick factor, but then not every story is for everyone is it?

The author’s writing style is a bit abrupt in nature, and is ever so slightly on the crass side at times, but then, considering how Tristana acts in the story and her views on humanity, I can see how that would be reflected in the author’s writing here.

I can only give this work three out of five pitchforks.

The squick made it lose a point as did the crassness of some of the work.

What can I say, I just don’t like some of the themes in this work and that made it hard for me to enjoy it.



Jun 18 2011

She’s a little young for a Succubus isn’t she?

Earlier this year, there was a new anime series that came to air in Japan that is, at least to me, seemed so very wrong so far as it relates to Succubi when it first appeared…

It’s called Astarotte’s Toy and here are a couple of YouTubes with previews of the series:

If you can’t see it here:


And the other one I found is:

And, again, if not viewable:


And here, lastly, is an image of the main character in the series, known as Astarotte or Lotte…

The first thing of course that has to be talked about is the premise of the story and show. Now I understand that Japanese culture is… different…

The theme is:

In the medieval fantasy world of Alfheimr, succubus princess Astarotte Ygvar, the first princess of the kingdom of Ygvar, has just reached the age of 10. For the coming years of a young succubus’ life, it is necessary for them to have a male harem. In order to maintain their body and preserve their beautiful appearance, they must consume a substance only found on males. This substance is a liquid called Sauzfryma, better known as semen. The princess, however, bears a great dislike against men, and only agrees to create a harem if a human male is to join.

I have so many problems with this premise.

The underage part of it of course is the most troubling for me personally, but that is, according to the wikipedia article here, not that heavily talked about in the actual anime.

Which saves this series for me.

See, the anime series mentions that core fact of the story, but then doesn’t beat you over the head with it all of the time. It’s less about this point of the tale than the relationships and characters within the story itself.

It was very easy to forget about the ick part of the story and watch it for the cuteness, the fun and the joy of the story that the series gave us.

I thought it was interesting that the show focused as much as possible on the characters and just about anything else save the core point of the story. Which really they have to since this show is on “general public” television… So you aren’t likely to see sex scenes and the like which, again, I appreciate…

This coming June 26th will be the last episode of the series and I have no idea how it is going to end, but I have some hopes for what I would like to see happen…

Hoping that it does…



Jun 17 2011

A Succubus Babe Sticker…

I found an interesting sticker of a Devil Girl or as I see her, a Succubus this week on the web and so, here she is…

The sticker called Devil Babe and is by Lethal Threat. You can find them here at their website and you can find this sticker on sale on their associated site here as well.

I like this drawing a lot really. The succubus herself is lovely, sexy and seductive, all of which are things that all succubi should be.

Her outfit I think works really well with her body shape, her hair is lovely and while her horns might be a little bit on the small side, her tail is interesting to me…

It seems like it’s a little thin perhaps, but otherwise it’s a lovely tail and is, mostly, like the one I have on my Succubi avatar that you see from time to time…

I also would like to say how much I approve of the pitchfork she is holding. It’s not too heavy or over the top like  a lot of the usual ones you see with Succubi or Devil Girls here and there. I’d almost want to call it sexy in its own right I think if such a thing was possible.

I like the shoes as well she is wearing, even if they are, perhaps, a bit on the steep side of things for my personal preference, they do shape her legs really nicely and that’s a very good thing for a Succubus to have…

Lovely work, please do visit their site and see some of their other Succubi, and not so much so art that they have created!