Oct 23 2010

A Succubus is art on YouTube…

I found a YouTube a little bit ago that was done by an artist named Max Rambaldi and it shows the method and manner of a artwork he was commissioned to create. It is of a Succubus reclined and, personally, I think it is one the the lovelist works of a Succubus I have seen for quite some time…

And in case the embedding doesn’t work:


I love so very much in this work, the tail especially, how supple and slinky it looks in the art. Her expression is deliciously seductive with a little hint of mischief in it, which for a Succubus is always a good thing… The armbands and what little clothing she wears has a lovely amount of detail in it, the shading makes it look really nice… But I think that her skin tones are the one thing that I am most enamoured with to be honest… Just slightly red in tone, but not so overwhelmingly so that it washes out all of the little details that make her look wonderful…

What’s more interesting, at least for me, is that this art is available on Zazzle.com in various forms including a poster, which you can find here.

I would also like to direct you to an earlier post in The Tale, where I featured an earlier work of Max’s under his DeviantArt name Manidiforice. You can find that post here on Succubus.net in The Tale, there is a video that traces his progress in the work from beginning to end as well in that posting too…

If you would like to see more of Max’s works, he is on DeviantArt, this artwork can be found here on this page, and his artist page can be found here as well.

Hoping to see more Succubi soon!


Oct 22 2010

How long are Succubus Quickies on Lost Girl?

Seriously… I mean, this week’s episode makes me wonder…

Episode five of the Lost Girl TV series was this week. I do wonder about Bo and her sexual needs at times… And my thoughts about what Bo is become a bit deeper…

As usual, 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….

Bo’s life continues on, and she tries to be…

Dead Lucky

The episode begins with Bo and Dyson in Dyson’s office having a somewhat violent sex scene. This goes on for a short time and then the two of them come to discuss some ground rules between the two of them in their relationship. The rules come down to the points that Bo can take any job she wants in her Detective Agency, but Dyson will be kept informed to what she is doing. A well, Dyson makes the point that each of them can see other people outside of their relationship. She leaves the office and is promptly surrounded by several men. She attacks one of them, but soon surrenders when the others pull out guns and toss her into a van.

The opening credits roll and then we return to the episode to see Kenzi in a restaurant talking to a woman named Ms. Sizemore (Maria Vacratsis), they are talking about someone that is trying to kill her named Ms. Snickerpants. The discussion goes on for sometime and reveals that, apparently, Ms. Snicherpants is a possessed kitten.

In the meantime, Bo has been taken to a Chinese food restaurant by her kidnappers and meets the head of a Fae organization, a Dark Fae named Mayer (Aron Tager). She discovers that he is what is called a Luck Fae who feeds on the luck of others, be they human or Fae. Using that power, he stops her from escaping and then they begin to discuss why he brought her to him.

He wants to hire Bo to investigate a problem he has. That problem is that a human, named Roger, managed to win a bet on a horse race that there was no possible way he could have won because Mayer had taken all of his luck. As a result, Roger won a significant amount of cash from him. This is a problem because that money was destined for the Dark Fae leadership.

Bo doesn’t want to take the job, but Mayer tempts her with an offer. He knows that she is trying to figure out her past and it seems that his niece, Cassie (Vanessa Matsui), is an Oracle. Bo is extremely skeptical when Cassie turns out to be somewhat of a Valley Girl in personality, but nonetheless goes into a backroom with her.

In the meantime, Kenzi’s attempt to get work for Bo fails and she is left in the restaurant with a bill she cannot pay, being not too thrilled about that.

There they touch hands and Cassie tells Bo of the moment when Bo discovered what she was. She replays the death of Bo’s first love to her and all of the moments surrounding it before snapping out of the trace and becoming the Valley Girl again. Bo is convinced, takes the job and leaves.

Returning to her apartment, Bo and Kenzi have a talk over what happened the night before, including a sly comment from Kenzi that Bo has a “great caboose.” Bo tells Kenzi what happened and then leaves for her bedroom asking Kenzi to call Dyson and do some other things which don’t go over well with Kenzi. Bo doesn’t seem to notice this however.

The next scene has Bo and Kenzi at Dyson’s office. Dyson uses the police computers to figure out who Roger is and gives that information to Bo. She leaves the room, but Kenzi stays a moment to tell Dyson off for his attitude and actions towards Bo, noting that she can see through his act if Bo can’t and that she is off “Team Dyson” and sticking a “I’m Stupid” post-it note on his jacket before leaving him behind. Bo and Kenzi then arrive at Roger’s home and discover two things. The first is that Roger is dead. The second is that he died before he placed the bet on the horserace.

We return to find Bo and Kenzi at the Fae Bar talking to Trick (Richard Howland). After a short discussion over drinks at the bar, Bo gets the information that they are dealing with something that is called a Hsien, or as the Fae call them, Body Jumpers. In short they possess and reanimate human corpses, which apparently is distasteful to most Fae. Meanwhile, Hale and Dyson are playing pool and talking about Bo. Dyson notes that he lost the phone number to a Nymph that was supposed to be amazing and that he doesn’t care. This makes Hale rather jealous it would seem. Dyson and Bo talk while Kenzi winds up at the pool tale with Hale. Dyson reveals that he knows of a Light Fae Hsien that works at a morgue named Eddie. They leave and Kenzi attempts to poolshark Hale. He uses his powers to make her lose and then attempts to tell her that she needs to be less of a sidekick. She tells him that all that matters to her is what Bo thinks and everyone’s opinion doesn’t matter to her.

The scene shifts to a morgue, in which there is a blonde woman dancing. Dyson tells Eddie to get back into his own body, he does so, and the now lifeless corpse falls to the floor with a thud. They talk about what Eddie has been doing, he says he has not been involved with Mayer, but tells of a Dark Fae Hsien named Lucas that recently came to town.

Bo returns to Mayer, tells him of what she has learned to his displeasure, and then is told to find out who hired the Hsien. Mayer figures that someone wants to take him down and needs to get to him before they destroy him. Mayer suggests that one possibility is a back room gambler named Jesper (David Keeley). Bo agrees and she and Kenzi leave to figure out a way to get information out of them.

They decide that the best thing is to get into that back room gambling den. The pair of them will enter, Bo will get close to Jesper and use her powers on him to get the information they need while Kenzi watches her back. They go to the place, get in and Bo does meet Jesper. The problem is that he doesn’t completely fall under her control and attacks her. It turns out that Jesper is a Frost Giant and attempts to kill Bo with his powers. He fails however when Kenzi breaks in, attacks him and, apparently, kills him.

They leave and go to the Fae Bar where Dyson and Hale are playing pool. Bo and Dyson wind up in a back room together and, over the next few minutes, the walls in the bar shake, and things fall off the walls. Hale and Kenzi sit on the pool table trying to ignore the screams of pleasure from Bo, which doesn’t exactly work. Trick appears in a panic worried that his troll got loose, and seemed more upset when he realized that the sounds where Bo and Dyson’s lovemaking. Afterwards, when Bo is healed from the attack, the group tries to figure out what to do next, but gets a phone call from Eddit who seems to be in a panic back at the morgue.

Bo and Dyson go to see Eddie, while Kenzi goes to the restaurant, sees Mayer’s nephew arrive in a car, and has a look in the trunk. She is then attacked from behind and the scene shifts to Bo and Dyson at the morgue. Bo and Dyson go there and discover that Eddie is dead, now possessed by Lucas. There is a fight scene in the morgue in which there are several body jumps and Bo is nearly killed, but Dyson manages to come to her rescue stopping the attack. They manage to get Lucas to reveal who is behind everything.

The resolution of the mystery comes back at the restaurant where Bo reveals that Mayer’s nephew was behind the entire event. Mayer is naturally upset and promises to his nephew that he will do something about it, but not exactly what that might be. Dyson takes Lucas to his body, which is in the trunk of the nephew’s car, along with Kenzi being tied up there. Dyson releases her. Kenzi tells him that she can see how much it hurts him not to be with Bo when they are together, to which Dyson doesn’t comment. He agrees not to tell Bo about this, and tries to get Kenzi back on Team Dyson with the promise that “we are getting T-shirts!”

Bo sees Mayer again and gets an IOU from him for the future should she ever need it. Bo then goes to see Cassie again to find out about her parents, while Kenzi and Mayer talk about luck and a bit more. He notes that Kenzi tastes like a survivor and offers her a job. She replies that she has one already. Meanwhile, Cassie touches Bo again and instead of revealing Bo, her past and her parents, reveals the future to her.

She tells that Bo’s mother was betrayed by the one she loved the most, was imprisoned for years. She escaped and has been searching for her daughter. There will be a battle, death will come for who she does not say. We see images of Bo with a long knife attacking someone and then the vision ends. Cassie winds up with a nose bleed and is scared out of her mind. She tells Bo that she is a major player and the Fates have something in store for her. She tells Bo not to tell anyone of what happened and then leaves.

The episode ends with Bo telling Kenzi that she now knows that her mother is alive wherever she is, and then an split-second image of Bo, her face bloody and swinging that long knife in anger towards the viewer.

Fade to black…

There were a few moments in the episode that I did like. I think that the interaction between Kenzi and the other main characters is growing, and that makes up for a lot of the sillier things that happen on the show. I liked the scene especially where Hale and Kenzi were trying to ignore what Bo and Dyson were doing, a classic over the top moment that was handled exactly right. I thought that the wig that Kenzi was wearing, the black one with the braids, really worked well for her and I’d honestly like to see her with that style for the majority of the show.

I also thought that the looks given between Dyson and Trick as well were very telling and I think do open up some interesting story-lines for the future I hope. Dyson is developing further into his character, but I find myself on occasion shaking my head a bit at the tension between him and Bo, which, to be honest, is getting a bit over the top. Sexual tension is fine, but why is it that we have started the last two episodes with a sex scene between these two? I get the point that they are a couple, whether they are or not completely isn’t that important. I also have a problem with any relationship development between them. Get over the blocks and make the relationship develop while we have time please?

I didn’t like the main story in this episode much. Not the actual story mind you, but the characters in it. It seemed so stereotypical in so many places. I don’t see why we had to go in the places that it went to, nor why some of them were so over the top. Cassie’s Valley Girl personality most of all drove me batty. Honestly I would have been more interested to see a more mature character in a young body which, to me, would make sense for an Oracle. I didn’t like the mafia stereotype either, Mayer was too over the top and, to be honest, the entire underworld aspect of the group was just so wrong. It could have been a bit more serious, with a look into how the Dark Fae really are, not all of the beating around the bush that seemed to be prominent in this episode.

The one thing that I did appreciate was the fleeting glimpses of Bo’s past. That answered a lot of questions about what exactly happened between her and her first love. Moreso, the snapshot of Bo’s mother were revealing, but not too much so. We really didn’t get a clear look at her, but that moment did place the groundwork for what will be, I assume, the season finale.

Bo verses her mother. Possibly for the fate of the Fae? For who is the Succubus Queen?

The mind boggles over what it all means…

Overall, I didn’t like all of this episode, was hoping for more. It seemed too over the top and silly, which was a disappointment to me. We did see something of Bo’s past, but too short and honestly only left questions for the future. That;s okay, but now you have to fill in the gaps for the resolution that you have shown to us all don’t you?

My rating of Dead Lucky

Keeping my interest – 4.5 Pitchforks

Portrayal of a Succubus – 4.5 Pitchforks

Overall look and feel – 3 Pitchforks

Storyline – 3 Pitchforks

Main Characters – 3.5 Pitchforks

Mythos – 4 Pitchforks

Overall Rating – 3.75 Pitchforks out of 5

I thought that I would be rating this episode the highest one so far, but the Oracle, as far as I am concerned, ruined so much of the episode for me. I really don’t need to see Miss Valley Girl again. She’s served her purpose in the series and can just fade away into the background. Just leave her there and let’s get back to some stories and events that bring us more of Bo’s past in a better way than this. Seriously. I didn’t like Mayer, or his family at all. They were such an example of a stereotype that it made me cringe. As a result, this episode gets the second lowest rating so far in spite of all of the things that I did like in it.

This Sunday, Episode Six: While tagging after Lauren and Bo in the Fae world, Kenzi becomes deathly ill (and incredibly grossed-out) when she inadvertently eats some toxic human soup at the home of an Aswang.

I am going to be trying so very hard not to do too many needs salt jokes on this next review I promise.


Oct 21 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 148

One of my favorite artists on Hentai Foundry did a Succubus artwork some time ago, and, finally, I am going to share it here as the Succubi of the Week…

This work is called Succubus Pillars and is by the artist GoldfishValhalla…

One of the things that I really like about GoldfishValhalla’s work is the amazing amount of cute that he adds to his work. It’s not just the pose or the smile, but the way the entire work just seems so very cute…

I love her pose, so cute and just that side of sexy too… A lovely figure, and her horns are just right for her look as well.. The wings are interesting, but she is missing a tail, as always a bit disappointing to me…

I do like her green eyes, all Succubi should have those, her red skin tone and colour are really well done, but the thing that makes this work another one of my favourites are her long book and gloves… Just two perfect accessories for her to be wearing…

She’s a perfect image of a Succubus starting to ensnare someone in her web and draw them into her power… I have wondered what her name might be, the artist has never actually named her as far as I know in all of the works she appears in. And she is in some very X-rated images as well… All of which are deliciously Succubus in nature by far…

She usually is drawn mostly nude or almost so, but I would love to see her wearing something deliciously sexy as well… Mostly because sometimes you don;t have to show everything to have someone look sexy…

You can find this work where it was originally posted on Hentai Foundry here, and you can also find GoldfishValhalla’s artist page at Hentai Foundry here as well…

Please note that a good deal of his works are very R and X-rated in nature!


Oct 20 2010

Not a winning Succubus Costume I think…

Occasionally there are some Succubus costumes that come close to being in the running for consideration.


Then there are some where the costume itself isn’t as interesting to me, or as sexy as it could be, when compared to some of the accessories they suggest you need for it to work for you right…

Like this one…

This is called the Devil Hottie Costume and what you get in the package is a lace-up front mini dress with attached petticoat, a pair of soft horns, and a pitchfork. The dress is made of spandex and is very stretchy… It needs to be because it pinches in a few places otherwise…

It seems so very plain to me to be honest. If I didn’t know better I would assume that it was a simple red dress with lacing in the front. I have lots of those in my closet to be honest…

With the exception of the horns and the pitchfork it doesn’t really call out “Succubus” to me, rather disappointing really…

You can find this costume on the web for around $60US…

What’s a bit more disappointing is that along with this costume they suggest something to “kick it up a bit”…

That being a pair of red patent boots to wear with this costume… The boots, as shown here, are $60 US as well, lace from the front and have a reasonable five inch heel as one of the options…

So here’s my dilemma. I can either buy the costume for $60 or the boots for $60. I could wear the costume and look sort of Succubus-like to I could forget the dress, pick one of my own, possibly one of the latex ones with the slit down the right leg, add the boots to it, my favourite pair of horns and my silver and red pitchfork to it and probably have something that is about a thousand times sexier…

But I digress…

So, overall, the costume isn’t that great, the horns are mostly okay, the pitchfork is one of the cheap ones, so don’t like that at all.

I’m giving this one pitchfork out of five.

I can do better with one of my sexier red dresses than this costume and look a lot better I think too…


Oct 19 2010

Temptations 82

Temptations continues, the Queen of the Succubi tries to continue on and more enter her world… One special someone indeed…


Temptations 82

By TeraS and JHB

Was it too late for someone else to wander into that library?

He was bearded, bespectacled, and obviously caught up in his research, but he knew he’d never been in this wing of the library before.  A book fell from a high shelf, hit him in the head, and knocked him to the floor.  When he picked himself up, and straightened his glasses, there was the offending book, open on the floor, strange markings on its pages, and a green mist rising up, enveloping him.  The next thing he knew, he was in blackness.

Where was he?  Was he alone?  Would anyone notice his presence here?

From the darkness around him, there was the sound of a pair of heels clicking their way across a wooden floor. Slow measured steps that were almost mesmerizing in their tone.

As he awaited the owner of those shoes to appear, the darkness gave way to what seemed to be the library, save that the roof above was…. Missing… Somehow… And in its place was a royal blue sky with white fluffy clouds in it…

Then the owner of those heels that he had heard walked out from behind the next bookcase and smiled at him. This women seemed to like red. She wore a fuzzy red sweater and red leather pants. A pair of red high heels adorned her feet. She wore red nail polish and her lips were a rose red color. Only three things broke the sea of red around her. Her well tanned skin, her long raven hair that fell wildly to play around her waist, and finally her green eyes…

She regarded him with amusement playing at her lips and said, “Yes? Can I help you?”

He was struck with her beauty, but it was her eyes that took his breath away. “I . . . I . . . I . . . um . . . came into the library looking for . . . looking for . . . for . . .”

He was confused, and aroused (not part of his normal library routine), and ready to fall at her feet . . .

She regarded him with bemusement as she asked, “Looking for? Arts? Science? Fiction? Myths? Legends?”

A moment later as she paused, a little purple kitten with purple angel wings fluttered down from the open skies above. It circled around her once before landing at his feet, closing the book with its paws and then flittering off with it again…

She crossed her arms over her chest as her hips cocked to the right and she asked him, “If you aren’t sure exactly what you are looking for that will make the search somewhat more difficult… Not impossible mind you… But difficult…”

I’m a poet, and a historian, but tonight I was reading in myths and legends.  I never expected to encounter anybody like you. Forming coherent sentences before this woman was taking all his concentration.  He almost had the feeling that she was giving him mental energy to help focus his thoughts.

She smiled at his words and replied, “Me? There’s nothing really special about me is there? But then it’s not so much about me as it is about you when you think about it… You are looking for myths and legends… There are many many many of those in the known and unknown universes…”

She rested her right hand against the bookshelf and asked him, “Do you believe in all of the myths as they are told or do you believe that they have a grain of truth surrounded by much created chaff?”

There may have been nothing special about her, yet there was something very special about her, if only because someone this attractive was rarely seen in these depths of the library (was he still in the library?), and such women almost never spoke to him.

He took a deep breath. “I believe there is at least a grain of truth in all myths, and in some myths vast worlds of truth we could have never imagined, while some others are true just as they are told.  The great joy and excitement for me is in discovering which are which.”


And we have discovered so much together haven’t we my heart?


Oct 18 2010

Storm Clouds 95 – 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...

Edits only this week as Real Life has conspired to cause the Queen of the Succubi to have to study for a pitchforking exam… Well, not really, but it does bring up interesting thoughts doesn’t it?


Storm Clouds 95

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 while not  saying 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 he found this still 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 a false sense of security. The pair didn’t say another word for the rest of the drive to each other. But Jane was curious about where they were going and what John was planning.

The place was obvious 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 him 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 that 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, 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 Jenny, but it’s not her. I know that for certain, because Jenny 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 lead 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 blissed 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…

Oct 17 2010

A Succubus for Christmas releases this week…

Earlier this year I wrote about a collected series of stories by the author Many Eyed Hydra… You can find that Tale post here if you are interested in seeing it…

Well, that day has finally arrived…

It is with great pleasure that I announce here on the Tale that M.E. Hydra’s book, A Succubus for Christmas will be released at eXcessica Books this coming Friday, October 22nd…

This is a collection of some of this author’s best writing including the stories:

A Succubus for Chistmas in which a man discovers his surprise sexy gift also possesses a dark side… The Masterton Covenant asks how much would you risk for one night of perfect pleasure… Four men are taken to a very special place in Flesh Pitchers of Prague… A tough demon slayer discovers why ‘Men can’t fight them’ in Slayer vs. Succubus… A man gets his Happy Ending in a sensual massage that touches him right to his soul… A former soldier tries to resist the wiles of an exotic alien queen in The Coils of Aenictia.

All of these are just a small sample of the thirteen works that make up this lovely collection of Succubi story goodness… Or evilness depending on your point of view…

You can find this novel on sale at eXcessica Books here.

As always, you can see Many Eyed Hydra’s blog in the link here in the Tale’s sidebar or you can click here to be automagically taken there!

I wish M.E. all of the luck in the world on the publishing of his work and I hope that he will grace us with more delicious stories of the Succubi really soon!