Aug 27 2010

Art of the Soul Stripper

I found another bit of Succubus-like art on Zazzle that I find interesting in several ways, one of those being that it put a bit of a story idea into my thoughts this week that I think will be interesting…

But first, the art itself:

The title of this art is Soul Stripper and it is the work of the artist Moonlake. She has but one site that I can find, that being on Zazzle here. According to that site, this artist’s name is Tanya Hall and she is based in the United Kingdom.

I find this work interesting in a few different ways… The mask she wears is different and somewhat appealing… She does have horns and wings, but no tail to speak of regrettably… The tattoos upon her bosy are interesting as, if you look at them carefully, they seem to be different emotions of love and life, which makes me ponder if she is less of a “soul stripper” and more of an “emotions taker” instead…

Which then brings me to my story thoughts… Those being around a Succubus that is at a costume party, looking not as a Succubus, but something close to this image and the misfortunes that come from that both for those at the party and for her in taking them…

But it needs more thought… And I’ll do that…

You can find this piece of art here on if you are interested in it for your collection too…


Aug 26 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 140

This weeks’s Succubi is… well it’s… Did you ever hear the song Take This Job and Shove it? I think that this Succubus is telling someone exactly that…

I’ve had those sorts of days and I can relate to exactly what she’s thinking and feeling… But oh my… She is a lovely Succubus isn’t she?

This is the work of an artist who calls themselves SlavesDolls, and it’s called OL Succubus. I like this combination of a sexy office secretary and a Succubus. The skirt is exactly right, the shirt she is wearing is tight in the right places as well. She as a lovely red skin tone, the shading on her body really makes her pop from the page nicely I think too…

She does have a rather “up yours” expression that goes nicely with her hairstyle and glasses, which of course are horn rimmed ones… What else would a Succubus use?

All in all a funny, sexy moment that I think the artist did amazingly well…

You can find the original page on Hentai Foundry with this work here. As well, SlavesDolls’ page on Hentai Foundry can be found here, and their page on DeviantArt, under the name AngsTheWicked can be found here as well. There is also a website here that shows more of his work too!

Please do visit his sites and enjoy the lovely art he has created!


Aug 25 2010

One Flaming Hot Succubi Costume…

After the shock of last week’s costume and what it cost, to remind you that was $200 for a cheerleader costume which was too much I think. This week, to my surprise I’m going to share another costume from that trashy site that does, in a way, give you good value for your money and it does have a good deal of Succubi goodness in it…

Believe it or not.

Now I have to admit that I like this costume in a few ways, some of which are for my Eternal’s ears alone… You can imagine what those might be…

Now I have tried not to let the model in this image of the outfit alter my thoughts over the costume, but it’s a little difficult when she has the right hair, pose and look to pull off a proper, nicely sexy, Succubi pose…

Which is exactly what she is doing here…

This costume is called Flaming Devil and is consists of a zip front sequined string teddy, tail, sheer fingerless gloves, sequined horns, and the pitchfork. Moreover, you can purchase all of that for only $46 US which really is reasonable for the costume I think.

The fishnets sell for another $6 and the red pumps, which have a five inch heel, are $30. So for $82 you have a complete sexy Succubi costume that will turn heads I promise you…

The thing that I like about this costume is that it can be mixed and matched with other things that make it more… interesting… Shall we say?

There is something about it that I don’t care for, well three things, but those I can fix easily enough… One is the horns. Too sparkly and they just don’t look right at all to me… The other is the pitchfork… I have better ones to use… Lastly the tail is not exactly the perfect one by far.. A triangle for the tip just doesn’t work for me…

Obviously this isn’t something for public parties, although with the right accessories and mebby latex add-ons it could be just tame enough to be able to be worn…

But then you would probably have lots of people gaping and that might be a little much…

I’m giving this costume three out of five pitchforks, but we’ll see what my Eternal thinks when I spring this on him…

I promise to have oxygen ready just in case…



Aug 24 2010

Temptations 74

After a one week break to make room for the 1,000th post on the Tale, we return to the story of Temptations and the Queen pondering the end in the library once more…

But others have other thoughts about that…


Temptations 74

By TeraS, Alei, and Bstyles

The doors were barred, and for anyone else it would have been effective enough to seal them away.

But not so, now.

He watched her in silence, as befit the scenery.  His presence masked so as not to startle her.

He watched her as she moved, forlorn, to each room of this place.  Each closure performed in quiet reverence, and even sadness that their potential might not be used again for some time.

He watched her struggle with that final tome.  The mischievous book that had led so many to this place, for so many reasons.

He couldn’t just stand and watch forever.

Slowly he stepped from his veil, his true appearance still masked for the time being.  Smiling gently, he knelt down before her.

“Now, I’ve never seen anyone before so saddened by having to tidy up….”

B looked up into Tera’s eyes as he slowly lifted the book off of the dusty floor.

Tera was about to leave the room and pass through the final doorway towards home and what awaited her there when she heard his voice. Despite her mood, the smallest of smiles appeared at her lips when B’s voice came to her. Then the weight came again and that smile faded away again.

Tera looked at B and then replied, “All things end you know. As much as we hope that we can keep them alive and strong… It doesn’t always work out that way.”

Her tail sort of corkscrewed around her body and once around her legs as if it was hugging her softly as she continued, “Just like reading a book B.. You start a chapter, read and see what happens, then it ends and you move to the next and the next until finally the book is finished and you put it away on a shelf…”

The irony in that statement wasn’t lost on Tera.

Looking at him gathering up the book she explained, “Temptations just are B. Are you willing to take them or turn them away? Are you weaker than them or stronger than them? Can you see the truth in them or not? Is it want is expected or something different?”

She waved a hand dismissively, “But then I’m not what I am expected to be. I appear and offer a choice and then… Then they decide on their fate. It almost always seems to be the wrong one in the end… Save for a few. Hopefully I will see them again soon when I can B…”

Taking the book from his hands Tera turned it over in her hands and asked, “Be careful what you give, for you will never see it the same again B…”

He smiled at her once more.  An amused smile this time.  “And who’s to say that that has to be the ending?  What’s to stop you from reading a chapter or two once again, or finding a favorite spot to bookmark forever…every look back is a chance to see something new, to reflect on something special…”

He considered her words for a moment.  She was not wholly wrong…not with all of it.

He clasped his hands over her own, gazing over the edge of the book at her.

“Isn’t it worth it, then, to take that chance?  To give of yourself so openly, for the sake of those few right choices?”

He smiled warmly at her.

“A change of perspective does not always have to be so horrible, Tera….”

A slight blush tinged his cheeks.

“After all, you helped to change mine…about many things…”

The smile that slipped from Tera was a little on the wane side as she said, “Some Angels go where others fear to tread.”

Her tail shifted and darted about in that way it did when she was trying to marshal her thoughts in a way that would be telling and then she managed, “It’s odd the clichés that come to mind in moments like this. One in particular. Risk is our business. That perhaps more than anything else defines me.”

She considered pulling her hand from his, but she found that she couldn’t. She didn’t really want to. B was first and foremost someone very special to her. Like Andrea… Like Allie… Like Vvrayven… Like Lisa… Like all of her adopted Sisters and Daughters, Brothers and Sons….

They all mattered to her. Always would.

She smiled a little, “Maybe… Maybe there is a way…. But not this way I think… It’s time has come and past B…”


Still sad, but then it was for a time…

More next week…


Aug 23 2010

Storm Clouds 87 – 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 15 starts… Mostly…


Storm Clouds 87

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

Jane awoke to the sound of something hissing. For a moment she thought is 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 as her memories came rushing back to her and 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 that 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 that 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, he flicked one of her horns with a finger, the thunk of that echoing in her mind for a moment. Jane started to panic then, if someone could see her horns… and his next words to her didn’t help a lot either.

“I know you aren’t 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 and Jane closed her eyes again.

The next time she opened them, she found the oxygen mask gone, the blanket still there, and the car 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 ones. The only thing she managed as 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 is all was. But then several problems with that lie came to her. He’d ask to see the horns come off or the makeup be pulled away. Then another thing came to her. She has 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 if I tried to explain it to you.” Gaining a little bit of confidence, she also added, “So. What are you going to do then? Police or something?”

John smiled thinly, “Or something.” And continued to drive, leaving them both with their own thoughts…

Aug 22 2010

Another Succubus T-Shirt of Temptations…

Sometimes things come in threes… Oddly, this past month the three things are all T-Shirts that have something to do with Succubi on them…

This one, I think, says it all…

Well it does doesn’t it?

The ting that I find really interesting is that the font used here is the same one, I think, that I use for most of my Succubi manips, and as well, always for my tag on the manips that I finish…

Interesting how that works isn’t it?

This shirt was made by someone on Zazzle that wanted a shirt like this to wear for her husband. I like the way she thinks a bunch…

You can find this shirt on here.

I wonder what the next T-shirt will look like… Hopefully something tasteful… Mebby I should take a try at making something myself…

Have to ponder that some…


Aug 21 2010

The Succubus Inside… A YouTube Story…

I discovered an interesting student film on YouTube this week that touches on a number of myths, but especially that of the Succubus…

It’s called Savage Indulgence…

And, as always, if the embedding doesn’t work:

This film tells the story of a woman who is confronted with her inner demon after having a night of debauchery and conflicts. It is a student film, really quite well produced and shown, I didn’t expect it to be one when I first watched it… I think it’s really well polished.

The film was written and directed by Chuck Strickland. Interestingly, according to the information on YouTube about the film, it is an interpretation of a poem written by Maria Wolters called “A Little Devil in Your Head”. A poem that I have, as yet, no luck in finding to read myself.

I’m going to show a screenshot of the demoness, or as I think of her, Succubus so I can talk about her a bit…

I think that she is rather interesting really.. I know that she has no horns or tail, but it’s interesting that she displays some other traits that make her “demonish” in nature.

The snake she holds of course harkens back to the Adam and Eve myths, the goat is, as well, a symbol to be pondered as well…

She is an interesting foil to the female lead of the story, and the words she speaks are quite interesting when you consider her as a Succubus…

Perhaps she might be a facet of Lilith in some small way, her mannerisms, at least to me seem to be reflecting some of the aspects of Lilith…

Something to ponder I suppose…

Really thought it was an interesting take on the Succubus myth save for the screaming at the end which was, I think, a bit overdone…

I wish those that made this work the best in their future works!