Jun 02 2011

Succubi Image of the Week 179

It’s going to be somewhat of a two-for-one entry for the Succubi of the Week image this time. Now it’s not that you will see two images of Succubi today, but rather that I found two images that fit so very nicely into the mythos of the Succubi and Incubi that I have been creating here on the Tale and on Succubus.net as well…

And in that mythos, there is an Angel that I love so very much…

But first, the Succubi…

Devil Girl by Juan Solorzano

And now, the Angel…

Angel Girl by Juan Solorzano

You can click on either image for a larger version of these works of course as usual…

Both of these works are by the artist Juan Solorzano, who’s blog you can find here on Blogspot. The only thing is that the blog with these works and others seems to have been abandoned in 2009, and, unfortunately, the pages on Zazzle which are linked to by the artist no longer lead to pages were you can purchase prints of their work.

Now there is another blog that I found after googling a bit. It is also at Blogspot and it seems to be the same artist, but is is fairly new and there isn’t a lot there as yet, but the art is just amazing…

I have tried to contact this artist, I have been hoping to possibly be able to speak to them with regards to obtaining some of his works, but there has been no answer as yet. Which is disappointing to me as I would have lovely to collect at least two of each of these works.

One for myself and one for a certain Angel that I think would love them both…

The things that I love about both of these works is that it’s not about the sexuality of the subjects in the artwork, but it’s about their attitudes. There is a certain amount of dominance in both the Succubi and the Angel, but that is tempered by the underlying bemusement in their eyes and smiles which I think is a perfect touch for them both.

I also adore the fact that the Succubi has feather wings, which fits perfectly into the mythos of my Succubi, and to be honest I think that bat wings look wrong on Succubi anyway. It’s also telling to me that the wings of both of them are very similar save for the colours. Perhaps it could be said that they are two sides of a coin, both of which are temptingly beautiful and adorable to me…

Please do have a look at Juan’s sites and see all of the lovely art that he has created!



Jun 01 2011

The Devil’s Mistress would not wear this costume…

Some of the names given to costumes are not exactly right I think. And I’m not talking about the ones that use Succubus or Devil Girl in the wrong way either. I’m talking about costumes that use a name that, which when you look at the name and the costume, you wonder, what exactly are they talking about?

A prime example of this is…. this.

And yes, I have a lot of problems with this concept and it’s execution as they show it here…

This mistake is called the Devil’s Mistress Costume and comes with the dress and a headband horns set as well and that’s it. The wig, if that is a wig, the necklace, and anything else that the model in this image might be wearing isn’t included.

It’s available for about $65 US.

First complaint is not so much the costume but the model herself. Why does she have such pale skin? I actually don’t think that she does and that someone used a lot of makeup on her to make her skin chalk white and that, honestly to me, makes this an attempt at mixing the Succubus and Vampire myths again.

Now I will admit that the wig she is wearing interests me a bit, and the horns she is wearing, if they aren’t sparkling things, is a good match for the wig she is wearing…

But otherwise, there isn’t a lot to like about this costume really…

Much too long, I can see lots of tripping in the future of anyone wearing this, and I would also expect a lot of “Morticia” comments from those that remember the Munsters television series…

Although I think that might not be as many as I think. Maybe. Regardless of that, it just seems like a very heavy thing to wear.

I suppose that taking a pair of scissors to it and shortening the length of it and fixing those awful looking sleeves might help a little bit.

But then, why start with this when you have to change so much of it?

One single pitchfork out of five for this disaster.

Better ones are out there…


May 31 2011

Temptations 114

We begin this week an RP with my heart and in it the Queen of the Succubi attempts to come to terms with something that has bothered her for some time in the universe…


Temptations 114

By TeraS and James

James is getting older, graying just a bit, and bespectacled.  He has given his life to helping others, to looking out for others, and to listening and learning.  He knows that he is nothing particularly special, but he tries to help out in little ways where he can.  He also likes to learn and teach and write, though there isn’t much time to study or write in his life.  He accepts that other people, other things come first.

But now he has entered a wonderful, huge, ancient library . . . an ark, a cathedral of books.  He is lost among the stacks . .. happily so, looking at the titles, smelling the wonderful aromas, occasionally picking one up and leafing through, holding it.  He sees a study carrell, with a perfect chair for reading, and he settles in.  Maybe, given time, he will even be able to write.


Libraries. The source of dreams, aspirations, needs, wants and desires. You can find a book, turn the pages and lose yourself within them. Time passes and you don’t notice it does. That is part of the power of the written word, and part of its allure…

And that allure is part of what draws Tera to them over and over again…

She was standing in the shadows between two rows of books across the way from where James had placed himself and his treasure. She was dressed as was her usual way in libraries, raven hair in a ponytail, horn rimmed glasses perched on her nose, a rather classy black crushed velvet dress that stopped at the mid-point of her thighs and left a tasteful amount of cleavage visible, lastly a pair of gold and black heels completing her outfit. Reaching up to the top of the shelfs beside her, she plucked a book with a green and gold cover before moving towards James and the carrell he was at.

She walked past him, the swish of her dress at the edge of his perception, before settling into the carrell directly opposite from James, opening her book and humming a soft tune as she began to turn the pages one by one, her red nails flashing in the light of the room as she did…


James looked up from an edition of Chaucer that he had never read before when a wafting scent of cherry fogged his mind and filled his senses.  The corner of his eye caught a tasteful yet alluring black velvet dress, and his ear caught the sound of her heels on the stone floor.  As she sat, she looked at her and, while her flashing nails did capture his attention, and he recognized that her form and her cleavage were alluring, but it was her green eyes, behind those horn-rimmed glasses, that drew him in.  For he was a listener, a lover of heart, spirit, and intellect, and he recognized these as the greatest beauty.  Hers was overwhelming.

He realized that he was gawking, and was horrified at the thought of how long he might have been doing that.  His mind had slipped from Chaucer into Whitman–“I sing the body electric,” to be precise–and would soon be hurtling toward Byron and Shelley.  His lips had started to move . . . best to try to engage the voice.  He knew that many library patrons were extremely possessive of their particular reading spaces.  Standing up, he stepped toward her and offered his hand: “My name is James.  If I am intruding upon your favorite spot, I will, of course, relocate.”


And that would never do my heart as you know full well…

For how would we learn otherwise?


May 30 2011

Storm Clouds 125 – 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...

Starting with Chapter 20 this week, not a lot of it, but at least I have started it…


Storm Clouds 125

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 and harm others? 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.It 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 that 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 their 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 that were part of the Realm… the Realm…

Jane cursed herself for ever leaving it. Why did she follow her twin and go away from there? Why did she just 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 it’s back… and it was holding a sign in its 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 for her. Jane wanted to just get past him, to get to Tera, get her punishment or whatever else she was going to do and get it over with… maybe she would just get sent back to the Realm for her own protection or something and 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, she had one, 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 in fact it was the original Queen’s AngelKitty that Tera had given her.

But it 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 a small laugh escaped 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 then 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 she still after all these centuries with him as her companion didn’t understand why he continued to stay with her.

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


May 29 2011

A Review of Good Guys Deserve Bad Girls by AP Miller

Something that I look for in books that I collect in our library of Succubi are stories that don’t follow the usual story of boy (or girl) meets Succubus, loses their soul, Succubus leaves. It just doesn’t interest me as a plot line and, generally, the Succubus is a cardboard cutout of the typical stereotypical Succubus that it drives me around the bend.

But occasionally, occasionally mind you, someone takes a different view of Succubi and in doing so makes them more than they are not just in character, but their actions as well…

Good Guys Deserve Bad Girls by AP Miller

Good Guys Deserve Bad Girls by AP Miller

The book is described as being a story about:

Sex, in all its many flavours and varieties was natural for Pathrusim. She was a succubus, a female demon who could take any form and whose only desire was to seduce human males and then to steal their souls.

For Andrew, a deeply religious man who had intended to save the physical side of any relationship until after he was married, Pathrusim presented a problem…

The story begins with Andrew going home after helping, as he always did, at the church he attends. Along the way he sees a woman being attacked by a pair of men and, as you would expect, he comes to her aid and rescues her.

This introduces us to Pathrusim, later in the story to be know as Patti to others she meets through Andrew, at first seems like any normal girl. That is mind you until Andrew takes her to his home and she… makes herself at home shall we say?

I thought that Pathrusim’s name was interesting. I didn’t look up the possible meanings of it until after I was finished reading the story. One of the more interesting ones has the meaning be: persuasion of ruin. Which when you think about it, does fit a Succubus well…

But not so much this particular one I think.

Pathrusim does in the beginning have the attitude of a stereotypical Succubus. She does try to tempt Andrew and exhibits all of the signs, powers, and desires of a Succubus. But even in the beginning of the story you can see that she isn’t really what she appears to be.

Which to me makes this story something that I loved.

There is a great deal of growth in both Andrew and Pathrusim through the story, and that I think counters the sex scenes that of course have to appear in a tale like this. But really it’s not so much about the sex in this story. It’s about the realization between two beings that what they need they have in each other if they are both willing to see it.

That however does make for moments where the friction between them is a bit much, and occasionally the forms that Pathrusim takes for Andrew did make me wince a bit.

The other character in the story that we see is the Reverend Aaron. A kind, caring, thoughtful man of the cloth who I think has the greatest role to play. To give faith to Aaron that the risk of caring about someone like Pathrusim is worth it in the end. And he also reminds me of one particular person that has taught me a few truths that matter. More than most will understand and know.

So the story has in it a lot of the moments and themes that I particularly like. There is love. The attempt at understanding it and making it grow. There is some strife, but it’s not the core of the story. There are erotic moments, but they are not what the entire story is about.

It’s a well written piece that has surprises, joy, and moments where you can’t help to either laugh or cry. But it is far too short a story. There could be so much more to be told about Andrew and Pathrusim. More about the world they live in, the beings that appear in it. But one thing bugs me about this work.

I don’t like it much when we are teased with something in the story and it doesn’t pay of later on. That one thing here is that we have a hint at one point that there are other Succubi looking at and wanting Andrew, but we don’t get anything more than a tease of them. Nothing of who they are or why they are interested in him when Pathrusim is with him already.

That bothers me because that means there are untold stories to go with them and that, to me at least, isn’t fair to them whoever they are…

I’m giving this four out of five pitchforks.

Lots of questions left behind, wish that there was another story afterwards to tell them, but it seems like there will never be…



May 28 2011

Morrigan the Succubus returns once again…

I found another speedpainting by the artist known as Mdavis2k8 on DeviantArt of the Succubus Morrigan Aensland on YouTube, and so this week, I am going to showcase their work once more…

This time, it’s a poster of Morrigan, one of the most famous Succubi there are…

And in case the embedding fails:


And as well an image of the completed work:

While I found this work originally on YouTube, the artist, calling themselves Mdavis2k8, has a page on DeviantArt which you can find here, and as well this work on this page too.

If you visit their site, you can download a huge file of this artwork and there is a lot of nice detail work in it when you see it in that size…

I find it sort of amusing that her hair is draped over her breasts in such a way as to make anything that might be a bit on the adult side of things not visible. That’s not a complaint, just something I found interesting to me at least…

As in this artist’s other work, seen last week on the Tale, I like the shading and colouring of her skin and her body stocking, but her wings I think are the most lovely things in how well they are given a nice texture and really to me, seem very three dimensional-like…

Do visit this artist’s site on DeviantArt and have a look at his art!


May 27 2011

An interesting Dungeons and Dragons Cover…

This is another one of the occasional comic book cover posts that I place on the Tale when they have something that looks, or tries to be, Succubus-like.

IDW has released a new comic book series on the Dungeons and Dragons franchise and in issue number four there was a very nice colour cover available that I rather enjoyed for the subject matter on it…

Dungeons and Dragons Issue 4 by IDW

Dungeons and Dragons Issue 4 by IDW

Now the subject of this cover is described as being a Teifling, which for those that do not know were originally introduced as humans with demonic ancestry. In the 4th Edition Dungeons and Dragons, they are instead a non-human race whose human ancestors made a bargain with devils to increase their power.

With her ram’s horns, glowing red eyes and long tail, she’s a pretty good match for a Succubus, even without her flowing red hair and skimpy attire. Mind you, she could also be a Succubus shapeshifting as well if you think about it…

That actually would bring me to my rant of how they changed the Succubi in D&D into devils and removed a lot of their past powers and abilities in the fourth edition rules, but I won’t as that rant would go on forever…

I will however post this little character summary that was inspired by this image…

Note: This isn’t a complete character sheet for Dungeons and Dragons, it’s more of a thought experiment on my behalf to come up with a history of a character from the one image that I have and without looking at the issue in which she appears…

Her name was Cheriz. It was convenient as a name as when she was performing on stage and feeding from the creatures lusting after her, she was called Cherry. Two names close enough but different enough that she could tell the difference.

And there was a difference.

When she was Cherry, she was a buxom, bubble headed sex toy that performed in the taverns, brothels and, occasionally, the places of power in the towns that she travelled through. Sex was, after all, something that all beings found pleasurable. The fact that she fed from their desires and wants, taking that which was offered to her.

And she always took that which was offered freely or by her own manipulations…

But as Cheriz, her plans were more than that. Using those she seduced into her underground cult, her power creeped beneath the lands. A duke here, a queen there, a knight that was unwise, piece by piece she placed her pawns into the world and waited for the moment to let her plans bear fruit…

And she had time for that to come.

Her powers of shapeshifting were useful of course, but in the places where her will held sway, her succubus heritage was not hidden away, but was used as the focal point for those that sought out their own power.

Dealing with the devil could be pleasurable for a time, at least until Cheriz had no more use of them and then they, the lucky ones, would become her thralls. Draped in black cloaks, chalk white skin and black eyes, they would hide in the shadows watching for her and, occasionally, acting should she see fit to do more than seduce others into her control…

Who knows?

She might appear in one of my stories sometime…