Dec 16 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 155

I am going to share, for this week’s Succubus, a promotional image from a role playing game that I think is very good for a Succubus…

The game is called Chronicles of Blood, you can find out more about it here in the game wiki if you are interested in it, but in short, it is a fighting game on Facebook… The website listed in the image will not give you any useful information on it…

Regardless of that, I think that this is a lovely image of a Succubus…

There is nothing in the image that tells of who the actual artist is, something that as always bothers me a lot. Still, the work itself is wonderful and gives us a glimpse of a Succubus, that doesn’t actually appear like this in the game, does give some interesting thoughts of what she might look like…

The quality of the art is wonderful, the shading and tones make her very three dimensional in nature and moreover, the effect gives her a certain sensuality that all Succubi should have…

Her horns are not really outrageous in size, a bit large for my liking, but well done. Her tail is lovely, one of the better ones I have seen, but her damaged  wings do bother me a bit… It just seems to distract from her sensuality having such damage in her form…

Nonetheless, a lovely Succubus by this artist, I would love to have a larger version of this, I am quite sure that a lot of the detail work here cannot be seen for the size of the image we have to look at.

If anyone knows the artist or their site, please do leave a comment!

EDIT: With thanks to a reader of the Tale, you can find this artist at:


Dec 15 2010

Is there a less fluffy Succubus Costume?

I think I have found the most… well… fluffy Succubus costume I can think of… At least so far in my search for a Succubus costume at least…

I really just do not like this costume at all… It sort of reminds me of Cinderella for some reason… I mean… There is just too much fluff in this costume for me to even think about wearing it…

This is sold under the name of the Fever Boutique Devil Costume and I think that of all of the Fever line of costumes this one thrills me the least of all.

It comes with a red dress, a corset with attached overskirt with gold detail, a detachable bat wing like collar, a pair of puffy pull on sleeves and, of course, a pair of devil horns.

The pitchfork, stockings and shoes are not included in the package, but really nothing can help this costume in my eyes to look better…

The costume sells on the web for about $80 US on the average, with the pitchfork another $20, the stockings are $12 and the shoes $25…

I’ll have to admit that I kind of like the shoes, but the rest of this just isn’t good to be honest. There is so little sexy in it that I just have visions of being mistaken for the Fairy Godmother instead of a Succubus…

Which would do nothing but make me cringe… A lot.

One half pitchfork out of five for this one.

Shouldn’t be on anyone’s list of costume choices whatsoever.


Dec 14 2010

Temptations 90

The Queen’s mother and source of her Realm appears for but a moment to those that she graces with her Daughter’s heart…


Temptations 90

By TeraS and JHB

Tera just smiled for a moment and then her tail pointed vaguely skywards, “Oh that’s a very very very long story to try and explain….”

Far up in the skies, in a patch of blue sky, a pair of green-blue eyes shimmer into existence.. They almost seem to twinkle before he saw a wink from the right eye and they disappear again into and in-between the white clouds in the skies above…

Her tail dropped back behind her again as she continued, “As I said…. Mom does good work…”

“Well,” he says, daring to draw her close and hugging her for just a moment, “I have, I think, even more than all the time in the world to listen to whatever you want to tell me.”

He looked up, following the tail, and could have sworn he saw eyes, just for a moment, green eyes almost exactly like Tera’s.  The thought “That’s impossible” flashed into his mind for half a heartbeat, before he realized that nothing is impossible, certainly not in this place.  He looked back down to Tera’s smiling eyes.

“She certainly does,” he steps back and takes her hands, “and she clearly outdid even herself on one occasion.”  He pauses, almost afraid of what to say or think, then recovers: “Now, where shall we go and enjoy lunch, so that you may teach me?  Assuming you’re still willing, that is.”

She moved a little closer and said with a smile on her lips to him, “Flatterer….”

Followed a moment later by a wink…

Then still in his arms she said, “Lessons on an empty tummy are never fun you know… You are forever having the rumblings within drowning out the words about… So… First something to eat and at the same time a tale or two about Tails then?”

She continued to guide him for a short time longer until they arrived at the edge of a forest. It was odd. Odd in the way that purple leaves and green trunked trees are odd when you are used to brown and green in the trees around you…

Just ahead of them a pair of blue AngelKitties were flittering around a red and white checkerboard picnic blanket setting out things here and there for their meal. They put the last item in its place and then swooped over to Tera, each of them giving her a kitty kiss on Tera’s nose before vanishing off into the forest just a short ways away…

As he would look at the forest, he would notice a path leading into it, a small statue of what appeared to be an AngelKitty to the right side of the path just before the first trees sprung up from the ground. There was an inscription on the statue, but from where they were standing it would not be possible for him to read it at that distance…

Coming to the blanket, Tera’s tail waved in the direction of the blanket as she said, “The weather is fine and the company is willing… Shall we break bread and tell tales of what is and has been?”


And our tales continue on do they not my heart?

Dec 13 2010

Storm Clouds 102 – 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...

Chapter 17 begins this week at last… Sorry but Camilla’s answers have to wait until the next chapter… Jane has bigger problems to deal with right now…


Storm Clouds 102

Chapter 14

By TeraS

After Camilla left, Tom spent the next thirty minutes grilling Bill over what he had done, what he was doing, and whether anyone in his company might have taken it upon themselves to attack Brent and his wife. He came to the conclusion that, while Bill wasn’t directly involved in what happened, Tom could not dismiss the possibility that someone who worked for Bill had done the deed … or that Bill was hiding something from him.

That bothered him.

It wasn’t that he didn’t believe what Bill had said; it was the sheer stupidity of Bill blowing up and going off on a tirade over the injustice that he perceived had been done to him.

Tom didn’t enjoy pushing his old friend that way. Worse was trying to break all of his explanations and reasons why he wasn’t responsible for what had happened. Most of the reasons made sense—most of them—but one exchange just about pushed Bill over the edge, and that worried him.

Tom sighed and paced in front of the offices again.  He was sure that the workers inside were looking at him oddly, but he didn’t care: Bill was not quite cleared; that one piece of evidence would damn him in court if it came to that.

Tom hoped that it wouldn’t.

It wasn’t much evidence, but it was enough that fingers could be pointed, witnesses found, and, in the end, Bill could be sent to jail for a long time. But when you are seen threatening someone with death, and promising to harm his family … that is too much to ignore.

Bill had explained that he was madder than hell. That something had snapped inside of him when Brent was nearby. “Something ’bout that guy rubs me the wrong way. He’s just so damn smug, knows all of the secrets, stuff that you don’t want out. I dunno how he does it, but he knows where to be and what to look for. Damn frustratin’. He’d be a great spy. Wonder if he is one.”

Tom continued to pace around for a while. He didn’t know where Camilla had gone; he assumed she would return to the office when she was done talking to Billy. He assumed that she would, at least. She seemed like a responsible woman, if a bit irritating. It hit him, then, why Bill would be driven crazy by Brent.

Tom wondered if that was part of those people’s nature.

He watched Bill’s staff run their errands in and out of the office, most of them ignoring his pacing as he waited for Camilla to return. In his mind, Tom was putting together the questions that needed to be put to Bill next. He was, after all, and by his own admission, someone Tom needed to grill for information.

Coming to the end of one of his walks down the corridor, he turned without looking and walked head-on into someone: a short, blonde, Asian someone. She stood in front of him, a pile of files and papers surrounding her scattered on the floor. For a moment, her dark brown eyes regarded him, and then a flush of embarrassment passed over her and she knelt to the floor, beginning to gather what she had dropped moments before.

Tom knelt with her: “I’m sorry, please, let me help you.”

She didn’t reply, save for a slight nod, her focus for the moment on the mess around her rather than Tom beside her.

After a few minutes, Tom handed her the last file and, as she finally looked at him again, said, “I’m Tom.”

The blush was still there as she replied, “Tenshi. Please forgive my clumsiness.”

“It was my fault; should have been paying attention instead of being a hazard to women.”

That made her smile just slightly, “I … thank you for the help.”

“You’re welcome. Have you been with Bill long?”

Clutching the files to her chest as she stood she managed, “A year now. Please excuse me. I must attend to my duties …”

She then rushed off again on whatever errand she was on, leaving Tom standing there alone again, pondering what she had said to him, and, more importantly, why she was so shook up over what had happened.

Camilla came into view soon after, her heels clicking on the concrete floor of the warehouse. Tom noticed that Billy wasn’t there, and he wasn’t too pleased about that. He had been intending to grill Billy next, thanks to his father’s admission, but would now have to hunt him down and corner him. Filing away the thoughts on his old friend, he called out to Camilla, “Where’s Billy? Have to talk to him.”

“No, you don’t. He’s not to blame for this: he nor his father.”

Tom rubbed his chin a moment, then said, “You got a feeling or something?”

She looked around, then nodded and explained, “Let’s just say that my … ‘feelings’ … are pretty accurate.”

Turning away, he replied, “You’ll have to explain that to me sometime. Soon would be great. You know, before I have to toss them both in jail.”

Camilla looked at him curiously, then followed behind. Tom seemed to be in a rush to get out of the warehouse, and she found herself running a bit to keep up with him. Then she asked, “Do you have something to charge them with?”

“Enough to charge Bill: making threats. He was foolish in front of a lot of people. That’s a big no-no in things like this.”

“Passions of the heart can make us all say silly things we don’t mean at the moment they are said.”

“Passions can and have killed in the past, you know.”

Camilla had finally caught up to him, and, as she walked beside, started to lecture Tom a bit, “Those are not passions. Those are misguided beliefs and desires that pull one away from what is important, pull one inward, toward oneself. It is easier to fall to darker desires and temptations than it is to hold onto the more important things within.”

“You know, I don’t understand all of that stuff. I’m just a simple man. I haven’t got the time to deal with theories and wishes. I deal with facts. Give me some of those and I’ll be able to deal with ‘em.”

“All right, then.  Fact: Bill said that he would never harm a lady. Fact: you agree that he would not either. Therefore, he cannot be the one to have done the deed nor order it done.”

“Okay; see, that’s not a fact.  That is conjecture.”

“Is it? I don’t think so. I have …”

“A feeling? You said that before. What does that mean?”

The pair exited the warehouse, but Camilla did not speak until she was quite sure that no one else would hear them talk.

“I … We … know people by their souls, Thomas. When I touched your hand, I knew that you were a good man. I also knew that you have a troubled past and that you have lost someone close to you.”

Tom’s look was a mix of shock and concern, but, before he could say anything, she continued:  “I did not look deeply into you. I did not look into your memories; I could have, but, because I respect you, and you did not give me permission, I did not. All I knew was that you cared about what happened to Patricia, for whatever reason you had, and so …”

“And so that was your lure to get me involved in this …”

“You did not have to.”

He stopped walking: “You know, I feel like I was pushed into this. That you and Tera conspired to get me involved and make me stay in it.”

“No. We did not. I gave you the card. I gave you the chance to walk away.  You decided that you needed to find out more and you came into our world. Do not confuse the sight of an open door with walking through it. You had the choice. You made it.”

Tom wanted to rant at her, but her logic was sound. He did poke his nose in, and he was deep in it now. With a sigh, he asked, “How much do you know about Bill and his son?”

“Enough to know that Bill has not killed anyone, ever. I can say the same for Billy, as well.”

“Okay, explain that … in simple words so that my mind doesn’t break.”

Camilla laced her hands together and explained, “If you are dark, or have been touched by the dark, if you have killed or done something that serves the dark and makes it gain power, you are marked, in your soul. If I touch someone like that, I’ll know. The same is true of someone who has been touched by the light, but it is different.”

“Weird. Sort of sounds like you are a divining rod.”

She giggled a bit and pointed at her forehead: “Divine I am not. Or at least I do not appear to be.”

Tom couldn’t help the smile, “Right. I forgot about that.’

“What most people are, generally, are shades of grey. That’s normal, and what we expect. But there are always exceptions to that rule. If either of them had killed, they would not be grey; they would be dark. I don’t sense that in either of them.”

“So, you give them a pass?”

“I give them more than a pass: there is nothing in them that even hints they are involved. But …”

“But what?”

“I asked Billy for a favor.”

That stopped Tom in his tracks. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he asked, “What kind of favor?”

“I can’t say.”

“Oh come on. He’s a suspect in spite of your feelings about him.  You can’t just go and trust someone because …”

“I can and I did. In the end I gave him some comfort and, in response to that, he agreed to do something for me. He will. He’s as honourable as his father.”

“Did you tell him anything more than what Bill knows?”

“No. We did talk about his mother a while. He misses her. He does not want to lose his father as well.”

Tom stared off into space for a time before ending the conversation with, “We don’t have the evidence to clear Bill. Right now, he’s the only suspect we’ve got.”

“Then we should find more.”

Tom smiled again, “Right. Look Camilla, I know that you … work … differently then we do. I get that. But you have to see that we have rules and laws here and I have to enforce them. That means that without a piece of paper, a videotape, a confession … hell, anything at all that points me away from Bill, I’m going to arrest him real soon.”

“You will be wrong then.”

“I’ll have to live with that.”

“You will not be able to. I can see that.”

“I know. But that’s part of the job. Sometimes, I think that I sold my soul for the job.”

With that confession, Tom whistled for a cab. It didn’t take long for one to pull up to the curb. He opened the door and let her go in first. As she did so, Camilla told him, with a serious tone in her voice, “You cannot sell that which is held by another, Thomas.”

He climbed into the cab, gave their destination and, as the taxi drove them away, Tom’s memories came back to haunt him again … as they always did.

As they departed, Billy watched from one of the windows in the upper floor of the warehouse. He liked Camilla, liked her a lot. After they had left, he stood there by the window, watching the traffic pass by, and thought about what Camilla had asked him to do. He didn’t know why exactly he had agreed to it, maybe it was just wanting to do something when, so far, there was nothing he could do for his father.

With a sigh he rummaged in his pockets until he found his phone, opened it, and made a call.

“It’s me. Yah. No, no they didn’t arrest Dad. I … trust them. Have to trust someone, don’t I? Anyway, I need somethin’ done … today.”

Billy turned away from the window and walked off into the gloom around him, doing what he hoped would help his father in the end …

Storm Clouds

Chapter 15

By TeraS

Jane awoke to hissing. For a moment, she thought it was a snake or something similar; she startled and tried to move, but then heard a voice.

“No, don’t move. Just lay there a minute, whoever you are.”

It took another moment for her memories to come rushing back to her; then she recognized the voice. It was John, that guy that she had talked to before … before everything went black. From the sound of his voice, Jane assumed that she didn’t look like that girl who was on his mind when she first met him.

In the next moment, she tried to move her hands towards her face and the source of that hissing sound, which she now realized was an oxygen mask. A firm hand pushed her hands back down, and she opened her eyes to see John standing above her:  “Look. Just stay there and don’t move.”

He looked around for a moment and then, to Jane’s surprise, flicked one of her horns with a finger, the “thunk” of that echoing in her mind for a moment. Jane started to panic; if someone could see her horns … His next words to her didn’t help a lot, either.

“I know you’re not who you look like. I called Jenni. She’s at her office. You aren’t her. You look like her, but you aren’t her. Now, listen carefully to me: if you try to run, people will see you. Jenni is on her way down here right now. If someone sees you, there will be questions that you probably don’t want to answer. Besides, you have smoke inhalation, you’re weak, and you aren’t going to get very far. Now, nod if you understand me.”

Jane did so.

“Okay. You’re in the back seat of my car. You have an oxygen mask on, and you are under a blanket so no one can see you right now. Just stay there and I’ll get you out of here, all right?”

Another nod, then Jane closed her eyes again.

The next time she opened them, the oxygen mask was gone, but the blanket was still there, and she was still moving. Sitting up gingerly, she held her head in her hands while she managed a question: “Where am I?”

“Still in my car; I’m trying to decide what to do with you.”

Jane then looked up and found herself looking at … Jenni; with horns … green horns. The only thing she managed was a soft, “Damn” before she fell back into the seat with a thud.

“So tell me: What’s your name, anyway? You know mine already, so I’ll skip the introduction.”

“I’m Jane.”

“Jane … Jenni … I can see how I could be confused. No, wait, you were Jenni when we first met. Now, you are Jenni with horns.” He looked in the mirror at her, “So. Are they real? The horns, I mean. And is that what you look like or is it all makeup or something?”

Jane’s first instinct was to lie and tell him that was all it was. But then she recognized the problem with that lie: he’d ask to see the horns come off or the makeup be pulled away. Then another thing came to her: she had been out cold for a while. He could have checked and seen that it was all real. Lying to him would be a mistake.

So she said the only thing she could say at that moment: “You’d never believe me even if I tried to explain it to you.” Gaining a little bit of confidence, she added, “So. What are you going to do, then; police or something?”

John smiled thinly, replying with a flat, “Or something,” as he continued to drive, leaving them both with their own thoughts …

Jane’s were spinning around one thing:  it would be disastrous if beings like her, the ones that were thought of as being legends, were discovered to be quite real. Her next thought was that Tera was going to kill her … or, even worse, be disappointed in her, and that thought was much worse than the first one she’d found. But the one that she held onto was: how she could get out of this mess she found herself in?

She looked out the window of the car and watched the city passing by.  She didn’t say anything else for the moment, in part because she wasn’t sure that John wouldn’t hurt her, but mainly because she needed to get focused again and try to make herself not look like Jenni any longer.

John’s thoughts, on the other hand, were slightly more focused. He wanted to know exactly what the hell was going on. The shock he felt when he touched those … horns? … on Jenni’s … no, Jane’s … head told him that something was seriously wrong here.  He didn’t believe in legends or tales of the beyond.  No, what he believed in was logic and proof. Thing was that here he had proof that there were–and even now he found this impossible to believe–demons in his world. That still didn’t sit right with him.

Then he made a decision and turned the car to follow it. He needed a doctor:  someone to tell him if Jane really was what she seemed to be or if it was just a fluke or some cosmetic surgery or something like that.  He found himself liking that possibility, as that idea would fit into his world a hell of a lot better than the other one, which kept prodding him as being the truth.  Looking once more in the mirror, he said, “Better put your seatbelt on. You’re going to be there for a while.” John made a hard right and continued to drive, occasionally looking in the mirror at Jane.

Jane did so, not so much out of caution, but to try and lull him into what she hoped would be a false sense of security. The pair didn’t say another word to each other for the rest of the drive, but Jane was curious about where they were going and what John was planning.

Their destination was clear when he made a left and drove down a ramp into an underground garage. They dropped down four floors and then came to a stop in front of a garage door.  John pressed a button on an intercom and just said his name to it. The door rolled up, they entered, and Jane looked behind to see the door close again.

After parking in one of several spaces there, John helped Jane out of the car.  “Don’t try to run. You can’t get out, and there are cameras watching us. Just stay calm, all right?”

Jane didn’t feel calm, but she nodded her head in understanding when he took a hold of her arm and guided her away from the car.

Two sets of double doors, one short elevator ride, and Jane found herself in an examination room. After she was offered a chair there, John left the room and Jane heard the door lock behind him as he left.

Jane tried to figure out a way to escape before he came back, but there were no windows, no exits but the one they had come through. She tried to teleport from the room … but nothing happened.

With a sigh she walked over to a small mirror that hung on one wall and looked herself over. The horns she recognized as her own, but everything else wasn’t her. She found herself missing the familiar eyes, face, and body that she had known for centuries … and wondering if she would ever see them again.

John hadn’t returned, and she found herself trying to figure out what trap she had sprung back in that house. It was a magic trap, obviously, a powerful one if it had locked her into this form and taken away her powers … She couldn’t change her appearance, couldn’t teleport, couldn’t cast a spell or use her powers of seduction …

Or could she? Running a finger over her lips, she considered whether or not she should try to seduce John, try to confuse him long enough to make her escape. It seemed like an option.

Then the door opened, and John walked in with someone else …

“Well there she is, Doc. What do you think?”

Jane turned to see John standing there with another man, who was obviously “Doc.” This older man with thick glasses and a gruff voice answered, “Well, she’s alive, John; something I don’t see a lot of anymore.” Then he walked over to her, looked her over for a minute, and then said, “So, you want to tell us who you are and why you look like someone he knows? Oh, and, if you want, tell us how it is that you have horns on your head?”

Jane shrugged, “He knows my name.”

Doc nodded, “Right. Jane. You have a last name?”

She shrugged again, “Call me Jane Doe.” She paused and then, remembering the description of the person whom Camilla had met when claiming Patricia, bit her lip. For a moment, she considered thanking him for looking after her sister, but decided that would be too much information to give them. Then she said, “You’ve seen enough of us, haven’t you?”

Doc pulled back a bit from that comment and softened his approach slightly: “Look, just because I work in a morgue doesn’t mean that I’m not a doctor, okay?”

She rubbed her hands together a moment and then said, “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

Doc then turned around and pushed John out the door. Then he tossed a gown to her. “Get dressed in that. I’ll have a nurse in here to examine you in a few minutes.”

Jane watched him leave, watched the door close, and heard it lock again, and then she smiled.

Outside the room, Doc and John waited patiently for a nurse to arrive to actually perform the physical. Regulations were that such things had to be done by a woman–for various legal reasons nether of them cared to try to figure out. It was a lot less stress to just do it and avoid the investigations, should they come.

The sound of footsteps on tile made them both look to see a redhead in a nurse’s uniform come around the corner. Doc nodded at her, “Good day, Patti. Sorry to keep you here at work, but I need you to do something for me.”

She gave a nod, “Sure, Doc. What’s going on?”

He pointed a finger in the direction of the room that Jane was in, “Do a physical on the woman in there, please. Her name’s Jane Doe.”

She looked at Doc oddly, but nodded and walked away from the pair, who turned to the other side of the corridor and entered Doc’s office. Doc opened a drawer of one of the filing cabinets and pulled out a bottle of whisky. When he offered it to John, the reply was a shake of his head.

Doc, nonetheless, opened the bottle and poured some into a coffee cup, “So, you got a mystery, don’t you? She tell you anything yet? I mean, other than a name that can’t possibly be her name?”

“Nothing much. I mean, she looks like Jenni, but it’s not her. I know that for certain, because Jenni is at headquarters. Otherwise, I don’t have a damn clue what is going on here, Doc.”

There were two quick knocks, and Doc didn’t even look up as a muffled voice came through the door, “All ready for you, Doctor; report is in your inbox, the door is locked, and she’s safe there. If you don’t need me, I’m running late and want to take off.”

Doc called out, “Go home, Patti. Thanks.”

They both heard the sound of her walking away. Doc finished his drink, and then the two of them left the office, Doc grabbing the report as he led the way. Opening the folder, he mumbled to himself about height, weight, and other various things. Then John asked, “What about the horns?”

Doc stopped in mid-stride, “There’s nothing here about horns.” He looked at the edge of the folder, cursed, and ran down the hallway.

They opened the door to the examining room to find Jane lying on the table, a sheet over her body, face turned towards the wall. Doc walked over and touched her on the shoulder. She rolled back towards them …

… and it wasn’t Jane.

It was Patti, a blessed-out expression on her face as she sighed, softly…

Doc took hold of her shoulders, shook her and yelled, “What happened, Patti?”

What happened was Jane.

As Doc and John realized that she was gone, Jane was exiting the building wearing Patti’s nursing uniform. Quickly walking to the curb, she hailed a cab and drove away, a satisfied smile on her lips as she recalled what had happened with the nurse moments before …

Storm Clouds

Chapter 16

By TeraS

The taxi carrying Tom and Camilla pulled up to a small newspaper stand on the corner of Broadway and Lakeshore Boulevard. From the outside, it didn’t look remarkable in any real way. The sides of it were old sheets of plywood nailed together ages ago, hooks and shelves holding various magazines and newspapers, attempting to get the attention of the passersby, that they might have a look and see what was offered.

The pair got out of the cab and it left, leaving them looking at the person who was running the stand.  A frail-looking man sat on a milk crate surrounded by his wares, a pair of dark glasses over his eyes and a white cane in his right hand, a working man’s pair of jeans and a sweater keeping him warm in the breeze around the place. Camilla asked Tom, “This is a suspect?”

Tom nodded and mumbled, “Sort of,” then just walked over to the stand. Without saying a word, he reached out a hand towards one of the more adult magazines that sat on a shelf just behind the proprietor. His fingers were about to touch the pages when a gruff voice barked, “Listen buddy, you pay and then you play with yourself. Not the other way around.”

Tom chuckled, “Not my style, Charlie. So, where’s your wife?”

“Well, I’ll be darned; the fuzz himself. You haven’t been around here in years, cop.”

“You’ve managed to keep your nose clean, so I haven’t had a reason to bust you. Now your wife, on the other hand … what has she been up to? Anything that I should know about?”

Charlie pointed a thumb to the building behind him, “Not my business and you know it. She’s got her thing, I got mine. If you want to know, go ask her. And leave the magazine here or pay for it.”

Tom dug into a pocket, pulled out a twenty, and put it into Charlie’s hand, “Still don’t know why you stay with her.”

“Love makes you do stupid things, kid. Now git!  You standing here is messing with my business.”

Tom tucked the magazine under an arm and then motioned to Camilla to follow him. They approached a tall glass-and-steel skyscraper with a nameplate that read “TFX Incorporated” above the main doors. Camilla didn’t say anything to Tom until they were in the elevator, but then the questions started …

“What’s going on, Thomas?”

“Welcome to TFX Incorporated, the country’s biggest purveyor of porn magazines, videos, and toys of all descriptions, with a side business of laundering money for the mob–at least they did in the past. I haven’t heard anything illegal about them for about three years now.  They got their fingers burned back then; the CEO paid a huge fine and then was pushed out of the company in favour of his wife.”

“Who is that?”

“You just met him: Charlie Drake. Took a lot out of the guy and he cut himself loose from the company to keep out of jail. Plea bargains and so on.”

“Is he really blind?”

“Nope. I’m sure he was trying to look up your skirt while we were talking. He’s not a bad guy, really; circumstances took him down this road and so, now, the place is run by his wife.” Tom looked at his watch, “About now, she’ll know we’re coming up to see her.”

“What’s she like?”

Tom answered by handing Camilla the magazine and saying, “That’s her on the cover. She’s got an exhibitionist streak in her a mile wide.”

Camilla looked at the magazine in amazement. On the cover was a platinum blonde Barbie doll of a woman who looked as if she had been dipped in black liquid latex and then allowed to dry. For a moment, Camilla tried to remember if any of her Sisters looked like this, but she drew a blank. Then she realized that not even a pink tail would be that over-the-top in her appearance for whatever reason there was.

They did, after all, have a reputation.

Then there was the sound of a bell, and the doors opened to reveal the company lobby. To one side, a young blonde girl in pigtails sat at a clear plastic desk that revealed she was wearing a schoolgirl’s outfit, if over-sexualized. She was chewing bubblegum to complete the look. To the other side of the space stood eleven men in three-piece suits, holding briefcases and cell phones, their eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. And, in the middle of the room, only a few short steps away from Camilla and Tom, the woman from the magazine stood.

She had traded in her black latex come-fuck-me look for her hair in a bun, a red, woman’s business suit–if well-open at the front to display her chest quite clearly–and a miniskirt that stopped only a finger’s width below outrageous, paired with cruel-looking red heels.

Tom looked over his shoulder at Camilla, “Say hello to Ginger.”

Camilla couldn’t help the words that came out as the elevator doors closed behind them: “If that’s Ginger, I don’t want to meet Mary Ann, thank you.”

Tom gave a slight nod to the blonde behind the desk and a grunt, “That’s Mary Ann.”

Camilla rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything else.

Ginger closed the distance between them and then with a cruel smirk on her lips purred, “Hello Dick; are you here to put me in cuffs, or are you looking for a hot three-way with your doll?”

Tom could almost feel the burn coming from Camilla at those words, but continued, “Sorry, slut.  Business is business and I can’t afford the ticket to ride.”

“Well I could give you a freebie, I like the babe with you … She must be a lot of fun when you get her screaming …”

Camilla just continued to remain quiet while the two talked, her eyes looking Ginger over, but nothing more.

Tom just smiled, “You have no idea, Ginger. Now, you want to call off your dogs so we all can have a nice chat in your office?”

She shook her head, “Nuh-uh, Dick. The boys tell me that I need them there to make sure you don’t weasel stuff out of me.”

Tom was about to press her a little harder when Camilla moved in front of him: “Oh come on, Ginger honey … If you are nice to us, you might get something from me in return …” Then she reached out a hand to stroke Ginger’s right forearm.

Camilla paused in mid-stroke and her eyes hardened. Then she focused all of her attention on Ginger, ignoring Tom for the moment.

Ginger’s eyes fluttered and then she purred, “mmm … Like what?”

Camilla moved closer, one hand now pressing the small of Ginger’s back as she purred in response, “Your pussy is all wet and needy right now, isn’t that right, slut? You would love me to be on my knees licking your twat and making you cum so hard, wouldn’t you?”

Tom moved to break the two women apart, but a sharp look from Camilla brought him up short for the moment. Something was happening, but he didn’t have any idea of what it was.

Ginger shivered as she caught her breath: “You … you make me cum and then the Dick can ask his questions … nnnnn … not before …”

A lick over Ginger’s right earlobe: “Call off your boys, slut, and I’ll have you cumming for hours …” At the same time, Camilla shifted a hand to slip under Ginger’s skirt, her fingertips drawing against her shaven, panty-less pussy.

For the barest instant, as Camilla’s fingers slipped inside, Ginger’s eyes turned completely white and she spoke in an unsteady voice, “Fuck off, boys. Don’t need you.”

The assembled men looked as if they weren’t going to leave for a moment, and then approached Ginger, Camilla, and Tom. Tom was reaching into his jacket for his gun when he heard Camilla’s voice change …

That’s a good idea. You all need to do what she told you.

Then, the group of lawyers turned away stiffly before scurrying into the depths of the office. Camilla then looked at Mary Ann and purred, “Mary Ann, sweetie … You stay right there and finger yourself until we return … and nobody gets in to see Ginger …

Tom’s worries shot up another notch at Camilla’s voice. It wasn’t the pleasant sunny voice he was used to. It had changed somehow into something that reached deep inside of you and took hold of your thoughts. Shaping them. Changing them.

But while they were effecting everyone around him, Tom was only barely aware of something being wrong. He didn’t find the need to do what Camilla was telling the others.

Camilla then told Ginger, “Now, my hot wet slut, take us all to your office.

Tom followed the two women past the reception area, down a long hallway, to a pair of doors that, when opened, didn’t reveal so much an executive office as a private sex room. Once inside, he closed the door, locked and then leaned against them watching what was happening.

Camilla guided Ginger to a leather chair next to the door, making her sit in it before straddling her legs and trapping Ginger beneath her.

He was about to ask Camilla what was going on when she put a finger to her lips to keep him quiet, then returned her attention to Ginger: “Are there cameras in here, slut? Is there any way that anyone can see what is going on?

The answer was a long whine of “noooooo.”

Then, to Tom’s surprise, Camilla’s black horns and tail appeared, as her clothing turned to the latex-like material he had seen before back in her world. She gave Tom a wink and then cupped Ginger’s chin with one hand before putting a finger over her prey’s lips, “You are a horny little slut, so wet and needy that your pussy aches for release … All of those thoughts in your silly little mind are draining away, slut … You can’t help it, because you are a weak little slut that needs someone to tell her what to do …

Worried that something was terribly wrong, Tom reached under his jacket again for his weapon. He still was not totally sure of Camilla, but he was sure that he didn’t know what she was capable of.

Ginger’s moans became louder as the smell of arousal began to fill the air. She started to pant in need, and the occasional mewl of lust and desire escaped her mouth before Camilla pressed her lips against Ginger’s tightly, her hands now entwined in her subject’s hair.

Tom watched almost mesmerized as Ginger’s body shook and shivered underneath Camilla.  And then, to Tom’s shock, Camilla’s body shimmered and seemed to melt for an instant. In the next moment, there were two Gingers there in front of him: one of them in the latex suit from the magazine he had given Camilla, but with the same black horns and tail he had seen Camilla with earlier.

The original Ginger was no longer in her business suit, but nude, save for a green metal collar around her neck. But what were truly unsettling were the white eyes that stared up almost lifelessly and the little whispers of, “I Obey” that came out in a needy voice. The latex Ginger turned to Tom and said, with Ginger’s purring voice, “Sometimes sex is the best weapon, isn’t that right, Dick?

Tom had, by that point, finally gotten his gun out of its holster and was pointing it at the floor.  “Camilla, just what is going on?”

She remained where she was and began to stroke the real Ginger’s cheek, “What’s going on is Ginger’s innermost fantasy. She’s so in love with herself that she’d do anything to be able to fuck herself. So …” Her fingers took hold of Ginger’s hair and pulled her to the floor beside her. “So she is in the middle of her fondest wish: submitting to the only person that she sees as strong enough to control her and bring her to heel.” Another pull of hair and Ginger was forced to look upwards, “Isn’t that right, slut?

The answer was a whine of need and Ginger’s stroking of fingers over the latex-covered legs of her new Mistress.

Tom still wasn’t convinced, “Camilla. Step away from her. This is wrong, and I can’t let you continue.”

She looked at Tom, her hand still holding Ginger’s hair, “Oh no. There you are wrong. You see, Ginger has all sorts of secrets to share. Like Mary Ann, outside: she’s very interesting so far as bimbos go. But the most interesting thing is how Ginger is aware of what I am, Thomas. That is something I would like to know.

Tom considered that, “What do you mean she knows what you are?”

Somehow she has knowledge of our kind. Someone told her about us. I know that because, when I touched her, the first thing she thought was: ‘a Succubi.’ How would she know what I was unless one of my kind had touched her before, or, perhaps, someone has told her about us …

She gripped Ginger by the chin, making the thrall look up as her long black tail swished back and forth, “… and I want to know which of those it is. She will tell me what I want to know.”

Storm Clouds

Chapter 17

By TeraS

Jane had been very quiet since she left in the cab. At first she had been quite pleased with herself. She had managed to get away from John and his friend. She didn’t do any real harm to the nurse in order to do that.

But she knew full well that she hadn’t been as neat and tidy as Tera would have wanted her to be. She had been taught  that it wasn’t just well enough to make an exit. It was important to cover your tracks too.

Jane knew she really didn’t do that. She wasn’t worried about the cabbie, he was after all a troll and so the sight of her horns only resulted in a raised eyebrow and nothing more. And directing him back to their home in this world wouldn’t be a surprise either. They had been there often enough that simply asking to be taken home would result in being taken there.

No, the problem was that Tom and his friend had seen her. With horns too. She looked at herself in the rear view mirror of the cab for the umpteenth time. It wasn’t her. Not what she should look like, not who she was. But her grey horns were there and that gave her a little comfort at least.

She rubbed a finger against one of them and wondered how she had been forced into this form, why she couldn’t shift from it, but she could still use her powers to persuade others to do what she wanted them to.

It was confusing and that bothered her more than anything else. For an instant she cursed the fact she was a grey tail and what that meant. She had been moody before she became a Succubi, but since then her Tail had also made her very cool towards others. That wasn’t a plus most of the time, she hadn’t found an Eternal and she blamed her Tail for that problem.

She sighed and pushed that thought from her as she realized that the cab had arrived back at the brownstone building she called home. Then she realized that she didn’t have any money to pay for the cab ride. Knowing that the troll wouldn’t let her leave within paying she explained, “The Realm office will pay your fare. Come on inside and the Receptionist will take care of it.”

The troll, a short squat man with a long black beard just grunted, turned off the cab and got out. Jane followed a moment later and they entered the building. Standing there was the Succubi they all only knew as The Receptionist. She was in her usual place, not by the main doors, but at the bottom of the staircase that lead to Tera’s office.

This Succubi had a red tail and horns like Tera’s, raven hair too, but in a short cut rather than Tera’s longer mane. Her green eyes were puzzled as Jane approached her. For a moment, Jane was worried that she wouldn’t be recognized and that would be very bad for her.

They looked at each other for a moment and then, without a word, she opened a drawer of her desk. The troll was handed an envelope, then a dismissive wave sent him away. Jane didn’t move from where she stood, knowing full well than angering this Succubi would mean nothing but bad things for her.

Then the question came, “Jane, you’ve changed.”

“Not willingly.”

“I see.”

This was the part that Jane worried about more than anything. If she was refused now, there was no way she would ever be able to see Tera, or The Realm, or anyone else she knew again.

And that made her eyes glisten as the thought of being alone sent a shiver up her spine.

“Where is your tail?”

“I… I can’t change from what you see.”

The tapping of a fingernail against the surface of the desk was worrying. Jane knew that as a sign that a decision had been made about her. Good or bad she didn’t know, but she knew that whatever else happened, that wouldn’t change.

“Was it your fault?”

“I was overconfident… and stupid.”

The tapping stopped.

“At least you learned something. Make sure you tell Tera that…”

Then the Receptionist turned away from Jane, her focus now on some papers on her desk.

Jane rushed by and climbed the stairs hoping that Tera would be as understanding…

Dec 12 2010

A Review of Lovestruck Succubus

Recently I added a SuccuWiki entry for a book that I discovered in my searching on I noted that I would be adding a review there in the future, but first I am going to place that review here on the Tale.

The book I am going to review is called Lovestruck Succubus and is by the author Ellison James.

I would best describe this work as a romantic supernatural crime drama, and an excellent introduction to the characters and worlds within this story.

If you purchase this work, you should be aware that it is the first in a series of stores that this author is planned to release, the next book in the series being called Demon Among Wolves, the release date, as yet, is unknown.

The story revolves around a Succubus named Azra who has a rather large problem. She is told by her kind that she cannot find love as it is not for beings like them, but she continues to try and find that love regardless of the pain and suffering she inflicts upon herself.

Azra makes her home on the mortal world in Atlanta Georgia, and spends as much time as she can there. However, her search for love has meant that she has left a trail of bodies in the city behind her. As a result she is made to face judgement in front of a tribunal of demons that sentence her to remain there, her needs slowly breaking down her will. At the same time, a detective named Raif Lungren is investigating the deaths.

Azra makes some errors in judgement that bring her and Raif face to face. They are attracted to each other and through that attraction, Azra learns Raif’s secret, and that secret comes to threaten both of their lives.

That’s all I am going to reveal about the story in this review, I think that the above summarizes the main character’s situation well.

I found the writing quite good, the drama wasn’t over the top, and the plot followed along well from place to place. I like the use of Atlanta in the story, the descriptions of places were well done and I felt like the author knew the places well.

Arza is an interesting example of a Succubus, she has a demonic form that isn’t all human, but has a human side that fits well for her as a mortal. I found the use of her Succubus powers when she was with Raif quite original. I didn’t expect the changes when they came and the confusion on both sides, Arza and Raif, was an interesting layer placed on them both.

There is a “baddy” in the work named Tarmin, who is very evil as you would expect any demon to be. But I was less impressed with him than I was with Tatianna, a lesser being in the demon planes that I think is just fascinating. Not just in what she did in this work, but what she could become in the future stories to come.

The story did leave many questions unresolved, as I would expect the first story in a series to do, but that didn’t bother my enjoyment of the story as a whole. I thought the work was well polished, that the world was well constructed, and that I found that I cared about the characters.

I’m going to give this work 4 pitchforks out of five.

I would have liked a bit more about characters such as Tatianna to round out the story, as there were many questions about her and the other members of the Demon Council that were unanswered in this story. But there will be another chapter in the story to be told and I await that with a swisch in my tail…


Dec 11 2010

A Succubus Dance YouTube…

I found a Succubus dancing YouTube this week, now it’s animated and it is not exactly a complete Succubus… She’s missing one important thing, but, it is amazing to watch…

And in case the embedding doesn’t work:

Now the video itself is a little dark, at least on my computer, so I took a couple of screenshots of this Succubus dancing as well and brightened them up a bit…

I think that perhaps her skin is a bit too red, but, that’s actually not a bad thing with her golden bands she is wearing. The black lips look a bit odd, but, again, that has to be with her red skin. I like her horns, not too large and they look good on her form… But I do regret that she doesn’t have a tail. Now I know that happened because the amount of time it would take to animate a tail with the software that was available to the artist when this was done…

It still would have been nice to see…

I think that she dances well to the music, which was an excellent choice both in the setting and what the Succubus is wearing in this video…

It’s a shame that the creator of this work, called SuccubusArt on YouTube, hasn’t created anything else…

It would be lovely if they would…


Dec 10 2010

On Lost Girl Succubi don’t have happy relationships…

I’ve wondered for sometime what are the different kinds of Fae on the Lost Girl series. What I mean by that is, how are they classified? We have had hints of “sex Fae”, “Forest Fae” and a few other such devisions, but so very little in the way of explaining the why and hows of them… I think that the series should either start a Wiki on it or publish a book.


I am quite sure that if they released a book that would see well, and, I wonder if they will ever release official fiction in this universe as well. It would be interesting to see if they did…

Episode twelve of the Lost Girl TV series was this week. People are served as lunch to a forest dwelling Fae, Bo and Dyson connect and make a commitment, and a final threat to Bo and Dyson’s life together appears…

Again, I will be posting thoughts every Friday of the week after an episode of Lost Girl is shown. I will be adding the individual episodes to the SuccuWiki somewhat sooner than that, but won’t be adding my commentary to the articles as that is what the Tale is for….

Bo sees that some places are really meant to be…

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We find Dyson (Kristen Holden-Reid) and Hale (K.C. Collins) in Trick’s bar looking at a map, discussing where Dyson will be going to hunt bear. Bo (Anna Silk) and Kenzi (Ksenia Solo) appear moments later, Bo interrupting the two men and flirting with Dyson. She tries to convince Dyson that he could have a much better long weekend with her than with the bears. Dyson finally relents and asks where she wants to go. Bo isn’t sure and invites him over to her place to figure that out. In the meantime, Kenzi and Hale place bets on what will happen next in Bo and Dyson’s relationship, gambling twenty dollars on the win between them. We then shift to a forest where a groundskeeper is using a pair of shears on a tree brance. He is hit over the head with a rock, then is bound by vines and killed moments later.

Returning from the opening titles, we find Dyson and Bo in a bathtub together looking over brochures for places they are thinking about going to. Dyson notes that a place that has “green tea conlonics” is a no, that one of them is actually owned by Faeries and removes that from the choices. This leaves the Theme Motel which Dyson comments has a “Pirate Room” to which Bo comments that Dyson has been alive for centuries and he is still an eight year old boy. Kenzi then runs in and stops the fun asking Bo to come downstairs to see a friend of hers, named Neville (Michael Mando) that she owes a favour to. Bo gets dressed and finds out that she is being asked to find out what happened to Neville’s cousin, named Thumper (Edsson Morales) . Bo also finds out that Kenzi’s street name was Meow Meow. The story is that the two got jobs at the Queensdale Country Club and Thumper didn’t show up for his ride home. Being that Thumper is an illegal, they can’t go to the police and so Kenzi and Bo are asked to help solve the mystery. Neville also tells them that the club is a weird place, that they go out of their way to hire illegals, and also tells them that there is a member at the club named Blake that probably knows what is going on. Then, after Kenzi agrees to find out the answers, Neville asks how they are going to do that.

The answer comes when Bo and Kenzi return to Dyson, still in the bathtub, and try to get him to agree to help them. Bo explains that Kenzi will be undercover in the kitchen staff while she and Dyson will be a married couple looking to join the club. Dyson asks if this is a proposal from Bo to which she just laughs it off. Then she mentions what she did for Dyson in the last episode Faetal Justice, saving his life, and he finally agrees to help.

We return to see Dyson and Bo meeting with the club’s owner Mitch (Jonathan Higgins) posing as Mr. and Mrs. Thornwood. They go through the niceties and are told that they will know in a month or so if they are in or not. Bo uses her powers on Mitch and he agrees to allow them to sample the club. They also find out about Blake, her full name being Blake Jorgenson, that she is a bit odd and usually can be found on the tennis courts.

Meanwhile, Kenzi is in the kitchen pretending to be from Venezuela. She talks with the head of the kitchen, Amy (Stephanie Belding). She is told that the people in the club are the Nouveau riche, and didn’t get where they are with brains, but with luck. She is also told that snacking on the job is grounds to be fired. Bo and Dyson arrive at the tennis courts and find Blake (Suzanne Cyr). Bo begins to chat her up looking for information. They go to lunch together, and find out that Blake is a drunk and thinks not a lot about the membership of the club in general. She talks about Mitch and his wife Chloe (Amy Lalonde) and an exclusive cliche in the club that few are part of. Chloe is pointed out and it is also mentioned that there is an after hours, invite only, scotch tasting every month for the group, and the next one is that night. Kenzi spills water on Chloe, is berated for that, and leaves the scene. At the same time a odd looking man it watching her from the trees nearby.

She goes back into the kitchen and it told by Amy that she has a strike against her already and there is a list of all of the screwups. Amy then leaves and Neville tells Kenzi that Thumper had two strikes against him when he disappeared. We then see Chloe driving a golf cart and confronting Blake who is stumbling around on a path. They argue for a time and then Chloe hits Blake over the head with a golf club. Moments later Blake is wrapped in vines and is killed. Kenzi continues to work in the kitchen and drops a pan on the floor. When she looks up the man that had been watching her from the woods is standing there, dressed like a groundskeeper (Boyd Banks) and tells her that she is in trouble and no one will help her. Kenzi runs off in search of Bo and Dyson.

The pair are together back at Bo’s place at that moment having an intimate moment together. Bo congratulates Dyson on his undercover abilities and also that he doesn’t keep secrets from her. Kenzi comes into the room in pain from her day of work, Dyson teases her a bit, but gives Kenzi a foot massage, which she obviously enjoys. Kenzi confirms that the club employs a lot of illegals, and they have a very high turn over rate. Bo and Dyson decide to have Hale do a background check on Chloe and Mitch and also crash the party that night. Kenzi’s response is to fall asleep while Dyson continues the foot massage.

Back from commercial, Bo is dressing Dyson as Hale comes in with the information that they wanted. It turns out that just after members joined the club their bank accounts grew substantially. Kenzi also gives the opinion that the person responsible for the missing people is the creepy groundskeeper that has been watching her. The group’s plan for that night is for Dyson and Bo to hit the party while Kenzi and Hale break into Mitch’s office and have a look around. Then there is a knock at the door, which Bo answers.

Standing there is Saskia (Inga Cadranel). Saskia makes fun of Bo’s clothing asking if she is modeling for J. Crew. Bo asks what she wants, the answer is a twenty-four hour orgy, but she will settle for a night on the town with Bo. Bo refuses her and Saskia attempts to explain that they ended on bad terms and she wants to try again with Bo. When Saskia sees Dyson, she tells Bo that if she is going steady with him that would make her the lamest Succubus ever. Bo closes the door on her and Saskia leaves. Dyson asks who it was and Bo tells him that it was a ex-client that she couldn’t help. They them leave for the party.

Arriving there, Mitch escorts the pair into the scotch tasting party which turns out to be a pool party in full swing. Hale and Kenzi break into the office easily, Hale commenting on how quick Kenzi was in picking the lock. Kenzi however is not in the mood for jokes and they argue a bit before settling down to search through the files. Kenzi comments about how the two of them do the grunt work and that Dyson and Bo get the glamorous stuff. Bo in the meantime is in a hot tub with Chloe and Dyson with Mitch nearby, having a chat with them. The subject of food for the evening is brought up, to which Mitch comments that the vegetables are all from the club’s garden before jumping in the tub and hitting on Bo. As that happens, Hale discovers that the files document the success of the membership that happens after they join the club. Kenzi wonders if it is a secret society helping each other. Kenzi has found files on the missing employees and notices that the most that anyone has is three strikes against them. Her file has two. Then the groundskeeper appears at the door which freaks Kenzi out causing both of them to hide behind the desk until the groundskeeper leaves. Hale can’t help but try to get closer to Kenzi, but she slaps him with the comment that this isn’t a sexy uncover moment. They gather up their information and leave, Kenzi making the comment that she hopes Bo and Dyson are getting somewhere in the meantime. Bo, Dyson, Chloe and Mitch are still talking together and it is revealed that Chloe and Mitch are swingers and looking to have sex with Dyson and Bo. Dyson manages to find a way out of that and they leave the party.

When they get back to Bo’s place, Bo is upset that Dyson messed up a chance to get more information to which Dyson replies that being a swinger isn’t his scene. After Bo tosses a heel away in disgust, she yells at Dyson to talk to her. Dyson explains that he cannot stand to see Bo with someone else no matter what. He tries to explain that he knows that she doesn’t want to hear this because she is a Succubus, that everything he wants is against her nature because she cannot be monogamous. Bo tells him that she is fighting her nature every moment of every day for him. She noted that he doesn’t spend his day running around howling and chasing rabbits to which Dyson replies that she makes a good point. He then tells her that he is hers, if she will have him. She tells him that he is an idiot and that he has been hers for a very long time. Dyson tells her that wolfs mate for life and she should be careful. Bo tells him that she is making no promises, that she wants none in return from him save one. That they keep talking and be honest with each other because that is all that they have. Dyson agrees that there will be no secrets between them. The scene then switches to Trick’s bar where Trick (Rick Howland) is opening up. Dyson arrives and tells Trick that if he does not tell Bo everything by that evening, he will. Trick does not answer before the scene ends.

Returning, Dyson and Bo are beside the pool, Dyson on the phone talking to Hale. Kenzi arrives at bemoans the fact that she now knows that the people around her are swingers and she is being checked out on the “boinkability scale.” Hale gets off the phone and is confused because his department’s budget has increased by ten percent and they used him as the poster child for that. Kenzi is a nervous wreck in the meantime worried that she now has three strikes against her and that means she is next to die. As she runs off she crashes into another waitress, the groundskeeper still watching her. Dyson and Bo decide to have a look around the club and see what else there is. They take a walk in the forest paths, Bo flirting with Dyson about having a boring life wouldn’t be so bad. Bo finds a scratch and win lottery ticket on the ground, scratches it and wins the top prize which freaks them both out. Then the groundskeeper, who had been watching them, runs away. They attempt to follow the groundskeeper, but lose sight of him. They see a hatch in the ground, open it, and discover human remains rotting beneath it. They get a sample and take it to Hale who has it analyzed. They discover that it holds DNA from Blake and from the missing Thumper as well as DNA from a Fae. Hale surmises that the Fae DNA is there as a result of it feeding on the humans. But the kind of Fae isn’t known as it is not in the Fae database. Dyson asks what Bo wants to do and she replies that it is time to be direct with Mitch and his wife.

They go back to the club and confront Mitch. Bo feeds on him and he reveals that while they and the membership have gotten rich over time, he has no idea how it works. After another feeding, he admits that the group uses human sacrifices to keep the power. The only thing that Mitch knows is that the group selects the sacrifice and they don’t feel bad about it. Bo comments that it sounds like a Dark Fae, but Dyson tells her that there is nothing he can do because all it has been doing is feeding on humans. Bo leaves to try and figure out what kind of Fae it is while Dyson takes care of Mitch.

Bo and Kenzi see Trick in order to figure out what the Fae they are looking for is. Hale arrives with the sample that Bo and Dyson brought him, which Trick takes a sniff of. The first question he asks is if the people at the club have had incredible luck. Bo sighs and comments that she expects this is a bad thing. They go into the back of Trick’s place and he pours some of the material into a dead plant which comes back to life almost instantly. Trick explains that the Fae they are looking for is called a Land Wight, a nature Fae that lives in harmony with a particular piece of land. It is also a shifter in that it can make itself indistinguishable from the flora around it. There is also a side effect it has as well. Anything growing in that land becomes incredibly tasty and brings prosperity to whomever consumes the plants. The Fae digests the humans and its waste fertilizes the soil the plants grow in.

Bo and Kenzi go back to the club and Bo is ill from realizing that she had eaten from the planet that had been growing there. The two split up, Bo searching for the groundskeeper and Kenzi going to the kitchen to try and stop people from eating the vegetables. Bo chases the groundskeeper and corners him. He reveals that he has been there for thirty years and has seen all of the weird things going on and believes that Bo is part of it. He also makes the comment that he is not allowed to use herbicides on the property. Bo is confused and asks the groundskeeper who else has a vested interest in the garden. She realizes who that is and runs off.

Kenzi arrives in the kitchen and frantically attempts to stop the people there from using the vegetables. Amy confronts her over this and then reveals that she is the Land Wright when vines begin to grow from her body. She wraps a vine around Kenzi’s throat and is about to eat her when Bo arrives holding a pair of garden shears to threaten Amy’s life. When Amy realizes that Bo is Fae, she is confused to why she would want to stop her. Bo asks her why she is doing this and the answer is because humans taste so good. Then she taunts Bo that she will not be able to stop her. Bo answers that she won’t but her prey will. The groundskeeper arrives with help carrying herbicides to use on Amy. Bo and Kenzi leave the scene and moments later, as they are outside the building, there is a scream as Amy is killed by the groundskeepers.

Neville meets with Bo and Kenzi, who tell him that he can never tell anyone about what really happened. He agrees since no one would believe him anyway. He then tries to figure out what to tell the relatives back home and what will happen without the money Thumper was sending back home. Bo gives Neville the lottery ticket and tells him to get the money to Thumper’s parents.

Dyson and Hale are at Trick’s who tells them that the rumour is that the Land Wright was killed by humans and so Bo isn’t involved in what happened. Mitch is having his memories erased while he is in jail and the people that were in on the plan will be having a run of bad luck since the Land Wright no longer exists. Hale leaves the bar telling Dyson he gets to do the paperwork. After Hale leaves, Dyson asks Trick if he told Bo the truth. Trick says that it wasn’t the right time. In disgust, Dyson calls Bo and tells her that they need to talk. He makes arrangements with Bo to meet at his office later that night. She agrees and promises to bring dinner with her.

The climax of the episode begins with Dyson working in his office. Saskia appears there. Dyson asks if he can help her. she replies that she can help him as she walks to him. She then attacks him, taking his energy from him in huge amounts as she tells him that she is the one that he has been looking for. As she continues to feed on him, Saskia tells him, “Now do you know who I am? Say my name bitch.” And before Dyson can answer the scene ends abruptly. Coming back from commerical, Saskia is still feeding on Dyson and controlling him. Once again she demands he says her name and Dyson manages in a groan to say, at least according to the closed captioning “Aife” but it sounds more clearly this time like the name “Eva”. Bo arrives moments later making Saskia, (I am going to continue to call her this until we get a confirmation of who she is), stop feeding and she tosses Dyson to the floor. Bo tries to comfort Dyson, she tells Saskia that she is a toxic friend to which Saskia tells Bo that she was doing her a favor in killing Dyson. When she says that Dyson didn’t put up a fight, Bo attacks her, but Saskia smashes a wooden chair over Bo’s head stopping her. Saskia tells her that Bo will not be owned by a man while she is around. Bo takes one of the pieces of the chair and rams it through Saskia’s stomach wounding her. Saskia, with a wild look in her eyes, tells Bo that she is a hard friend to help, pulls the wood out of her body and then hobbles out of the office. Bo returns to Dyson and frantically tries to save him as Saskia took so much from him that he is close to death. She tries again and again to send her energy back into him, but she has no idea how to do it. After several starts and stops, she finally brings Dyson back from the edge of death.

The last thing we see is Dyson on the floor, Bo over top of him looking into his eyes. The last words spoken by Dyson are, “Oh Bo, I’m so sorry.” Bo only manages to answer with, “It’s okay. It’s okay” as the episode ends.

Fade to black…

There was a lot to like in this episode, mainly the character development and the moving of the overall plot of the series towards the season finale. This was something that has been happening in the past, but this time we get the set up that was needed for the finale to work.

There is a but howsoever in that statement. The but is that while the closure of Bo and Dyson’s relationship was well done, while the coupling of Kenzi and Hale fit well together, while Trick’s hopes to control the situation were well done, Saskia’s attempted killing of Dyson was handled very poorly I think. I wasn’t sure before if Saskia was slightly insane, but that now seems very likely from her attitude and words when she attacked Dyson. Oh yes, the other thing… Saskia seems now to be Bo’s mother. And that is, in a lot of ways, really cringe worthy.

Something else that was cringeable was when Bo staked Saskia with a piece of wood from that chair. To be honest the first thing I thought was, darn it, mixing up myths again aren’t they? Something else about that scene that made me sigh was the flippancy of it. There should have been a lot more drama in it, not to mention that Saskia’s line of “Say my name bitch” was stupid in several ways. Mainly in that the crazy factor went through the roof when it happened.

I still find it irritating that Bo allowed Saskia to abuse her as much as she did. Why is it that Saskia on the one hand wants Bo to join her and be like her, and on the other hand pulls her down with every chance she gets? In the end that only serves to not make Saskia a foil for Bo, but simply a means to an end. That shouldn’t be the character’s point of existing. If all she is to be is someone to wreck Bo’s life again, why spend the time on her?

Moving on to the good things about the episode. The scene where Dyson tells Bo how he feels about her was probably one of the most emotionally draining and heart wrenching moments in the series so far. Dyson’s expressions of need and want were perfect in every way, and to say that he ate the scenery is not an understatement. Bo however I found to be slightly less believable in the scene. She said the right things and all, but the emotion she showed seemed somehow off. I would have expected tears of joy from her over Dyson’s admission of love for her and she half laughed it away. A small bit more of drama would have made the scene all it should have been.

I thought that Hale and Kenzi playing off each other through the episode was exceptionally well done. The betting scene was really nice and the “Get closer” moment in the office was a screamingly funny scene as it played out. I hope that this continues to be developed in the future as, I think at least, they make an interesting couple that can relate to each other better than the other couples in the series have been.

We didn’t get a lot of Trick in this episode. He did answer the question of the Fae responsible and he was given an ultimatum by Dyson about talking to Bo, but that was the extent to it and that was disappointing. It would have been nice to have a bit more revealed about why Trick is involved or how he got Dyson to agree to all of this, but we get none of that. If the next episode was the end of the series, it would be a shame because there is so much still to cover in that.

No Lauren at all in this episode, though we can assume she was involved in the lab work on the sample Bo had analyzed. Someone had to do the work after all. Being that the season ender is next week, I hope she appears and possibly that Bo and her resolve what happened. The triangle of relationships was interesting. And now that Bo knows that Dyson wants from her, that would make things more interesting I think overall.

I was impressed by the level of special effects in the episode, the vines and such were really well done. The storyline was interesting and did keep things moving, but the added reveal of the club being for swingers really didn’t add a lot to the overall storyline. You could easily skip over the pool scenes and lose nothing really important to the overall scheme of things. I hope that in season two the writing tightens up a bit and some of the extra time filling moments vanish from the series.

I was impressed by the Succubus powers this time. While the effects on Saskia only served to make her look more crazed, the moments where Bo was sending energy into Dyson were especially interesting for one important thing. The energy was white in color. Not green. That means something I think, but as it wasn’t explained, we will have to see what that becomes, if anything.

Overall, a good solid episode with some small nits in it, but then that does happen. It answered some important points, opened some doors and left us wondering what happens next time. All good things really and I hope that this continues…

My rating of (Dis)Members Only

Keeping my interest – 5 Pitchforks

Portrayal of a Succubus – 5 Pitchforks

Overall look and feel – 5 Pitchforks

Storyline – 3 Pitchforks

Main Characters – 5 Pitchforks

Mythos – 5 Pitchforks

Overall Rating – 4.6 Pitchforks out of 5

The thing that saved this episode was the acting of everyone in it. My dislike for the portrayal of Saskia as being if not insane, at least crazy didn’t do a thing for me. I understand that it all leads into the final episode of the season, but really, that part could have been written a little bit differently. The traps are set for Dyson and Bo’s relationship, for Bo’s actions to come, for the things that Trick and others have to do as well. I understand that… I do. But was it necessary to do so like this?

I’m not sure about that point.

This Sunday, Episode Thirteen: Bo finally learns the identity of her mother – and that those closest to her have been keeping secrets. No longer sure who to trust, Bo decides to track down “Mommy Dearest” alone, in order to extract the truth about her own origins once and for all. While everyone frantically searches for Bo, Dyson visits an ancient Norn, a wish-granting, tree-dwelling crone, where – in order to protect the woman he loves — he makes a sacrifice that may change his relationship with Bo forever, as she prepares for a final face off with her deadly mother.

The first season finale arrives and promises much… I truly hope that it delivers all of what it promises in the previews. One thing that bothers me about the preview more than anything else is how much they showed of Saskia being “evil” and the voiceovers that seem to indicate that Bo and Saskia are going to try to “take over.” Seems like a storyline that has been done before. Now the one thing that I wonder about also is, since they didn’t know for certain if they would have a second season, is it going to answer everything? If that happens, then what is the cliffhanger then and moreover,  what is the hook for the following season?

I will hope and with that hope, be pleasantly surprised. I hope. Gosh I hope. I don’t want to be poking people with my pitchfork for nine months in frustration…