May 19 2010

Slightly Bimboish Succubus Costume…

I don’t really like bimboish costumes…. Well, mostly because I am not blonde and, I really dislike trashy stuff…

This costume falls halfway…

It has that aura that says, Bimbo, at least to me…

This costume is available from that site I have been browsing through the past month or so, and again, it’s a combination of several items that are for sale there.

While this costume is not available as yet, you actually get quite a lot with the costume itself. For $40 US you receive a lace-up front mini dress with built-in petticoat, a pair of devil horns, and the pitchfork that is shown in the picture.

The fishnet thigh-highs are separate, but can be bought for $5. The stiletto heels are reasonable priced at $37 as well.

So for less than a hundred dollars you can have a reasonably good costume with all the trappings of a Succubus save the tail.

As usual.

The horns I don’t really like, they almost look droopy for some reason. I’d like the mini dress to be somewhat more red in colour as, in this picture, it seems very washed out for some reason.

Still, again, for the cost and for what you get, it’s not that bad a deal.

Going to give this costume three pitchforks out of five, mostly for the value that is in this offering, but it’s not something that I would likely buy for Halloween…

And in other news…

After doing costumes for a long time on the tale, I have finally added a Costumes Category on the Tail for them… I’ll be adding the category note to them all over the next little while…


May 18 2010

Temptations 61

Succubi have dreams too, but are some of those dreams too costly?


Temptations 61

By TeraS and Legion & Alei & Allison

Oh dear… it seems the young lady is ready to get violent he thought absently.

Not that it was outwardly easy to notice.  But dealing with people as long as he had he could detect the deepest emotion from the slightest move.  And he saw the way her eyes narrowed, the way the hand that was not clutching Queen Tera clenched, and the honey laced with poison in her words and tone.

This needs to be derailed quickly… I suppose I can show a card… as long as I don’t show the whole deck.  But they still don’t understand what I am after… and they can’t… not until the time is right.

His eyes went wide in mild surprise… he thought they understood after all, “Captured?  Enthralled?  My dear lady, none of Queen Tera’s and Allie’s sisters are captured… nor are they enthralled.  I dealt with them, yes.  But the deals were honest and true.  Here, see for yourself.”

He quietly drew a box in the air and an image formed, much like a TV.  It showed a lovely blonde nude woman tied down and blindfolded, a second woman stood over her… playing with her sex.  The blonde was sweat soaked and screaming in pleasure, obviously having been doing this for awhile.

“This, as I am sure you know my Queen, is Deedra.  She desired to be truly dominated… to be the one who gave up control to another.  But being a Succubi means that you always have the power to change that, to have an out.  I came to her and saw her desire… granted her wish… and now she cannot use her skills while being dominated… because if she does… she simply will not climax.  The more submissive she is… the greater her pleasure… the more she tries to dominate… the longer it will take her to climax.  And she never will as long as she tries to be dominate.”

He looked at the screaming woman, her whole body a monument to the pleasure filling her as the other woman pushed her fingers deeply into the helpless woman’s wetness.

“She doesn’t look unhappy to me.”

The scene shifted, this time it showed a far too sexy redhead in the simple outfit of a suburban wife.  Three children came around and hugged her before running out the door to the bus in the distance.  “This is Maria.  As I am sure you are no doubt aware, she has been walking among the mortals for sometime.  But she was always facinated by children… what it takes to have that kind of life… a loving husband… children and such.  I offered her that chance.  She will grow old with her children, face all the highs and lows that comes with such a life and when she ‘dies’ she will be reborn as her natural Succubi self.  Of course, right now she doesn’t know she was one… that would… complicate matters.  But she is no more ‘captured’ than you are M’lady Andrea.”

The scene faded away and he noticed the mildly surprised looks on the three women, “Is it such a surprise my Queen that some of your subjects have secret desires?”  he looked back where the scene had been, “In Maria’s case, she wanted what you found in Andrea… only a bit more to the mortal side of things.  All of your subject, I believe there are three more that I dealt with, made an honest deal with me… as you did with those that come here.  They received what they wanted and in return, so did I.”

He turned to Andrea and decided that, perhaps, it was time to turn the tables on the Queen’s consort.  He had been grilled by her fierce protection of the Queen, now maybe she needed more physical proof of the fact he meant what he said.  But… no, not quite yet.  She liked her role as her lover’s protector. But he wondered how she would react when he offered her, her own heart’s desire.

I look at the magical display with a degree of disdain and disbelief.  Impressive, just as a door to door salesman hawking his inferior goods door to door might do.  They would certainly tell one about all of the advantages of their product, lie about them if necessary but never would they tell you the downside … that, unfortuneately, one had to find for themselves. And of course, I knew at least one of the images was an impossibility, and illusion at best.

A mistake trying to pedal that one with me …

But that was the failing of the all knowing … they weren’t … not really. They just didn’t know it.

“Very interesting … but pray tell, why, by your own admission, did these sucubbi first attempt to flee and fight you before accepting these most gracious of gifts, and more importantly, what exactly do you receive in return deal maker?”

He sighed.. she really was being difficult.

“For the same reason you are questioning me so hard M’lady,” he said in a light tone, “They didn’t understand who and what I was at first… and why their power was ineffective on me.”

He looked at his natural form, all hood, cloak, a hidden face, “And unfortunately sometimes my appearance startles people… I could update to a more 21st century look… but this is my form and I am comfortable with it.”

That question taken care of he moved on to the other one… the one he had been coaxing Andrea to ask.

“As for what I get in return…” he smiled, “I tend to only want one thing, though there have been a few small exceptions.”

His features melt and suddenly he is in the form of the timid man that first entered the library… they shift again… and now he is a she, a she looking just like Deedra.

“I take their knowlage… their skills… their emotions… their desires…” the voice of Deedra said gently, “I take it all and copy it.  Deedra is unchanged… other than what she asked for.  She still has all her memory and skills… but now so do I.”

Deedra’s face morphed again and he returned to his natural form, “Why do you think I am called Legion?”

“And before you again grow nervous M’lady Andrea, this is done with full consent.  The Queen’s subject’s had to be shown… as you have… all that I am to prove to them I was no threat.”

He shook his head, “I do not understand what I have done to offend you M’lady.  But I wish no quarral between us.”


There will be however some of that sooner than later…


May 17 2010

Storm Clouds 73 – 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...

Editing this week of Chapter 13 with thanks to James as always…


Storm Clouds 73

Storm Clouds

Chapter 10

By TeraS

Tom leaned against a tree watching as Brent played with his children next to a small fountain with a soaring angel in the center. He was puzzled by what the fountain was supposed to mean, and that showed on his face. After all, who would expect an angel motif in a place that didn’t seem to have a lot of angel-looking beings in it?

Camilla came around from behind the fountain, carrying a small box in her hands. When she came close to Tom, she asked if he had eaten anything. When he didn’t answer, she simply put a wrapped sandwich in his hands and, with a nod of her head, directed him to have a seat at a picnic table nearby.

After getting settled, Tom watched as she began to pick at a salad. As he unwrapped the sandwich, he asked, “Something bothering you?”

She paused and then began, “What bothers me, Thomas, is that I have lost a Sister. I suffer for that. But that’s nothing compared to Brent and his children.”

Tom picked out a slice of tomato, “How bad is it for Brent?”

She poked the fork into the salad with some force, “If he didn’t have the children, I am sure that he would … be no more.”

Tom considered that as he took a bite, “He’s still here. So are the kids. And you. He doesn’t strike me as the type to put a bullet to his head and end it all. Sorry, Camilla, I’m not going to dwell on that.”

“Heartless, aren’t you Thomas? Or is that just a means to protect yourself?”

Tom reached into a pocket of his jacket and tossed a small notebook onto the table between them: “Haven’t the time to dwell right now Camilla. Brent gave me a list of people that had something against him. I can look into the ones who are people. You game to grill the ones who aren’t?”

She turned the notebook around and opened the cover. After a moment she whistled: “I would not have guessed at any of these.”

Tom wiped his lips with a napkin, “How bad are the names you recognize? The ones I do are lousy, but I can take most of them from the list. I’m looking for a killer, and most of them are playboys, play-toys and thrill seekers. They don’t qualify.”

Another bite. “Three of them I’ll have to grill.”

She considered him, “At least your list is a short one. From this side I can see ten times that many creatures and things who would have loved to be the one to have done this…”

Tom shook his head, “Not love, Camilla. Need.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Tom explained, “Some people would love to get an advantage over someone else. That’s a wish, a hope and nothing more. Then there are those that need to get that revenge or whatever else they see it as. They have the power to do so, and more so, they wouldn’t be stopped by anything to get it. That’s need.”

She started back at the beginning of the list again, her fingers tracing down the names. Then she said, “Two that we can get to; one that I would not touch with a ten foot pole and an army of hellhounds behind me.”

Arching an eyebrow, he asked, “That bad?”

She shrugged, “Worse. We’ll need help to see that one.”

Tom considered his sandwich, “You know something? I am more inclined to believe that whoever did this is on your turf rather than mine.”

Raising her fork, she explained, “It can be that someone, as you say, on our turf started this, but you don’t understand how things work in your world. You see, Thomas, while some creatures like us can exist there and interact with your people, there are so many more that need an anchor, something or someone to believe in them and give them purchase in your world. Without that they can’t do anything physical.”

Confused, Tom just nodded for her to continue.

“Magic is thin in your world now. Creatures that once thrived in your world now can’t exist there. Oh they can look in, try to whisper thoughts and ideas into people’s minds and see what happens, but, without someone who believes, like a wizard, mage, or witch… they can’t actually do anything there.”

“Then how do you all manage to be there?”

She smiled, “Sex is a powerful thing. Love more so. If you are intimately connected with both of those, then crossing over isn’t a hard thing to do.”

He nodded slowly, “Base desires and overwhelming needs are the gateway to the soul or something?”

“Or something.”

They were quiet for a time until Tom said, “I need to get back, get on and see those names. Can you check your list and … ?”

She shook her head, “No. You are stuck with me for the moment, Thomas. You can do your investigating there and then we’ll both see what happens.”

He frowned, “Are you telling me that I am going to have to go with you to see what you are afraid of seeing?”

“Afraid doesn’t mean I will not go there. But here’s the thing: you are a detective. You know how to ask questions and, moreover, you see more than I do. I think that you asking the questions of them will get us further than I can alone. Besides which, you have one power over them that I don’t.”

Tom looked shocked: “Power? I got nothing.”

Camilla gave a small shake of her head, “You have free will. You have the ability to choose. Most of the creatures we will have to see do not have that luxury. They are connected to other beings in ways that make them what they are. You however … you don’t have that flaw.”

He sighed, “No. I have the flaw that makes me always do the right thing.”

She munched on her salad, “That’s not a flaw. It’s a gift.”

A small smile, “Some gift.”

She just prodded her salad, “Better than most. Count your blessings Thomas.”

Tom chewed on that, and on his sandwich before asking, “Tell me something. Why is it that you always speak to me so formally? It’s always Thomas, not Tom. Come to think of it, I haven’t heard any of you use nicknames or shortened names, for that matter.”

“Manners count, Thomas.”

He gave her a look, “Well I can understand that, Mom always said that having a civil tongue was timportant, but…”

She shook her head, “No buts about it. You can get further with a kind word than with a foul one.”

Tom’s smile was just this side of wicked, “You can get further still with a kind word and a two-by-four.”

“Oh so you have met Tera before, then?”


A similar smile appeared, “You sound a lot like her when she’s in a mood, you know.”

Tom stuck the last of the sandwich in his mouth and mumbled, “Probably why she liked me.”

Taking the list back from Camilla, Tom reviewed it again trying to decide who he would try to see first. Running his finger down the list he tapped one name, “Okay. I think I want to start to get on the bad side of the big names in the city.”

Camilla put her fork down and opened her purse. Taking out a small business card, she handed it to him, “Take this. Some places, your badge won’t get you far. This will open those doors for you.”

Tom considered the card. It wasn’t made of paper. It was a solid piece of silver made into a business card. Written on it was a short line of gold text: He’s doing me a favour. And then a single handwritten letter “T”.

“You can’t be serious.”

Camilla finished the last of her salad with the reply, “Try it. But only as a last resort, okay?”

Deciding that this wasn’t a card to be thrust into a pocket to be crushed, he took out the billfold that held his badge and placed the card into the pocket on the other side of it. Snapping it shut, he replied, “Well, it might as well be next to that piece of tin, to keep it company.”

Camilla picked up what was left of the meal they had shared and tossed it into a bin nearby. Motioning to Tom, she led him to Brent and the children where she said her goodbyes to them. She spoke with Brent quietly for a moment before turning to the kids and giving them a long loving hug.

Tom knelt down to look into the kids eyes and said, “Look after your Dad, okay, kids?” The answer was just a shy nod from them both before they ran over to their father and hid behind him. Tom stood up and offered his hand to Brent, “Do her proud right?”

Brent shook the offered hand with a firm grip, “I will. Watch your back out there, Thomas. Not all things are exactly what they seem.”

Releasing his grip, Tom said, “Rarely is. But sometimes you see exactly what is there, Brent.”

He then turned away and walked to Camilla: “Let’s go. Time’s a-wastin.”

It was a short walk until they were out of sight of Brent and the children. Then Camilla’s horns and tail reappeared as she drew a pattern in the air. Moments later and a portal appeared.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to that.”

She laughed, “Be happy you don’t have to deal with a Tail.”

“Seriously: what exactly does that mean?”

Camilla just smiled as they passed through the portal and it closed after them, leaving a small whirlwind of dust in their wake.

Storm Clouds

Chapter 11

By TeraS

Leaves fluttered around in the afternoon breeze moving here and there aimlessly until finally they came to rest on the green lawn beneath them. The chairs had long been taken away, the place where people had gathered to say goodbye was a plain open space once again.

Then, with a flash of light, a portal opened there, once again making the leaves spin and fly around until it vanished, revealing two figures standing there. Tom and Camilla had returned to the place their journey had begun earlier that day.

Tom looked around, “Looks like they all left without us.”

Camilla brushed some leaves from her hair, “What needed to be said was. Tera would have thanked them, comforted some of them, and reminded them that life needed to be lived.”

“She’s a theologian, too?”

A small giggle, “She is who she is.”

Tom paused for a moment to look at the scene around him, still not quite believing all that he had seen before offering his arm to Camilla, “We’d better get going.”

She held up a finger towards him to wait and then, to Tom’s surprise, her body and clothing shimmered. If looked as if she was underwater for a moment and then it vanished. Camilla stood there, no horns, no tail, and now wearing a blue sweater and jeans.

“You must save a lot of money on clothes with that stunt.”

As she took his arm, a wink and the words, “Well fashion is important to a girl you know.”

Together they walked side by side from the backyard, through the ground level, and out the front doors of the brownstone building.

As they passed through the front yard, they could see Tera, sitting on a balcony, high up on the third floor of the building. She was in the same dress she had worn for the ceremony that morning, looking concerned with what was going on and why someone would threaten her own.  She rested on a wrought iron chair, a small table with some papers upon it beside that.

She watched as Tom and Camilla hailed a passing cab and then entered it. Tom was the last to enter, pausing for a moment to look back at Tera.

He touched two fingers to his left temple and then nodded to her. Tera’s reply was the raising of the tea cup towards him and a nod in return. As the cab left, she continued to pick apart what she had learned from those that had attended this morning, and, even more so, those that had not.

Someone was threatening her own; that was concerning, but, moreover, the reason why escaped her for the moment. Still, she had found someone to search the mortal realm, and she had placed with him someone who could help to protect him.

She hoped that wouldn’t be necessary …

As she sipped the cup of tea in her hand, a voice broke her thoughts: “Why are we doing nothing?”

Placing the cup on the table, she answered, “We are doing something. The old ways are long gone: we cannot simply strike without aim. Our kind is better and smarter than that. Come here, Daughter … It is not seemly to hide in the shadows and seethe in anger …”

A snort of derision was the only answer until Jane came into view. She walked past Tera and stared off into the city around them. Crossing her arms over her chest, she began to rant, “You place your trust in a human, someone who has no idea what he faces. You ask one of your own to look after that human and, moreover, you tell her to submit to his will. How can you do this?”

“I can …”

“That is not an answer.”

“Of course it is, Daughter. It is the very first lesson I learned, so long ago. I can believe in others. I can trust in others. That is the first lesson in knowing yourself and what you can do.”

Jane gripped the railing until her knuckles were white, the anger within her so very clear as she twisted her hands against the cold steel. Looking over towards Tera, she remarked, “I don’t believe that Brent told us the truth.”

“I know he has. For what reason would be lie about his Eternal? Just because you do not understand does not make his words false…”

“You have trust, Tera. I do not. I buried my twin today. I have lost a part of myself that … I should have known she was in danger and helped her … I couldn’t. I want someone to pay for this. I want to be there to strip skin from bones and cause an eternity of suffering for this.”

Tera’s sigh was long and sad, “Have you forgotten all that you have learned Jane? Are you really so willing to fall into darkness for this? You are still young in our ways, but you know well that what you ask for… cannot be.”

Jane didn’t look towards Tera, “I should have been there.”

“You could not, Daughter … You were not in a place to help her. No one was. She was targeted by someone or something that wants something from us.”

Jane continued to fume, “Then strike back against them… all of them… Tera, just send out the Syreen. They are hunters. They will find the ones responsible and make them pay.”

Tera picked up the cup, “All right, Daughter. Who shall we send them against? The humans for being here? Those beneath who wish us harm? Those above who cannot understand us?”

A sip of the tea and then, “Being vague would mean that you condemn all around you to the same fate, a fate that they do not deserve. The ones who did this? They will be found and then taught the error of their attack on us; but only when I have proof, and not a moment sooner.”

That made Jane pause for a moment, her thoughts putting what Tera had said together with something she had read that morning. Looking to the grass below, she whispered, “I saw a story in the newspaper today. It mentioned the place where Brent had been. It said that a man had been seen leaving the place before the fire started.”

Tera shook her head slightly as if to say no, but then she brushed a finger over her lips before answering, “That would mean someone else was there, obviously.  Then the question to be asked is: what was he there for and what, if anything, does he have to do with what happened there?”

Another whisper from Jane: “Or Brent is lying about what happened.”

Jane heard the cup settle upon the table and then… silence.

That silence extended for a time and then, to Jane’s surprise, she felt a hand take hold of her right wrist and begin to pull her into the building, the tea cup on the table tumbling into space as she was forced inside  and out of sight of the surrounding world.

When she turned around, she saw Tera standing there with her red horns and tail visible. The tail pointed at Jane as harsh words passed through the air: “If you see an error in my ways, Daughter, say so. If you feel that I am wrong, prove it. If you have a better idea, show me. If all you have is opinion and anger, you do me and your Sister not a single bit of good.”

Tera closed the distance between them, pressing Jane against the wall behind her in fear of her Queen’s wrath. She closed her eyes, waiting for the strike of a hand against her cheek and the words of displeasure she knew were to come.

But instead, she felt a brush of fingertips against that cheek and then, for a moment, all she could do was listen to Tera’s words as her body refused to move under that touch …

“How do you think I feel, Jane? How do you think I feel when one of you is harmed? How much more do I suffer when one of you dies? How much worse is it when that is for no good reason? You talk of the pain you have for Patricia’s passing in your heart. As her mother, do you not think I share that?”

Jane couldn’t look at her. For the first time since she had become one of Tera’s she felt ashamed for disappointing her. A tremble in her voice revealed her fear as she asked, “Mother… have… have I disappointed you?”

She found her head turned towards Tera, and could not resist the power behind that. Tera’s voice was soft again, “You have not disappointed me Daughter… Am I worried? Yes. Do I fear for you? Always. But you have not disappointed me. That would take far more than some anger towards me.”

Jane’s eyes fell upon Tera, seeing a soft smile on her lips and the love of a mother in her eyes. She felt Tera’s fingers stroke against her skin and then, unbidden, tears began to fall across that cheek, wetting the fingers that remained there. Jane managed a sob, “I …”

The sob was answered by a soft hush and the words, “Do not let the need for revenge or the hate that comes with it cloud your judgment …”

Jane whimpered the truth, “I can’t, Tera … I just can’t …”

“I know… I’ve been there before…”

She felt a tail wrap around her legs, and then she was in Tera’s embrace, the tears coming without end …

… and Tera just telling her to let it all out …

Storm Clouds

Chapter 12

By TeraS

The cab ride was a quiet one for Camilla and Tom. When he started to ask her a question, she would either shake her head slightly or give his arm a little poke with a finger trying to get him to stop asking the question. Tom understood why she wouldn’t want to talk about her kind, or world, or anything else that was related to things normal people wouldn’t understand. But he couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t talk about her job, her life in the city, or anything else except the weather.

He noticed that she seemed to watch the driver intently for some reason he couldn’t figure out. This driver was a short, slightly pudgy man with a bald spot in his dirty brown hair. Tom also noted–by looking in the rear view mirror–that he was wearing mirrored sunglasses and seemed to be chewing on something.

Tom filed that information away and then returned to watching the city pass by. His thoughts turned to where they were going and, more importantly, the person that he… they were going to meet. It wasn’t really someone he wanted to see, but then there was no choice in the matter. He had to start someplace, and this was as good a place as any other.

The cab eventually stopped in front of an old, broken-down-looking warehouse on the south side of the city. It was placed on the edge of the piers near the shipping port there, a place that Tom didn’t know that well …

… but he knew of the people they were going to see.

The cab left after Camilla paid the fare. She was very insistent on getting a receipt for it and, when Tom asked her why, the answer was: “I am on company time, after all. They can pay for it.”

After the cab had left he asked, “What was the problem in the cab?”

“You couldn’t know, Thomas, but the cab driver was a troll.”

“Okaaay. Are you taking about things that live under bridges and ask for a toll to cross?”

“The same. They figured out that cab driving would fill in their role in life. That particular cab, and company, are owned by trolls. Have to be careful around them,Thomas; those that know about them also know they can obtain useful information from them.”

Tom rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, “It’s a real different world looking through your eyes.”

She tilted her head to the right, “Sorry, Thomas, but there are many things out there that you are not aware of and need to be. I said I would watch your back for things I know of … just doing what you asked of me.”

Seeing the practicality in that view, Tom nodded and then looked towards their destination, “Right. Welcome to the seedy underbelly of our fine city. In here, you will find an assortment of motley characters who would be happy stabbing you in either the back or the chest, whichever happens to be closer to them.”

“How nice … I shall have to send them a pie sometime …”

Tom just looked at Camilla: was she kidding? Then he realized that she was putting up a good front for him so that he wouldn’t worry about her. Taking the lead, he replied, “Let me do the talking here,okay?”

She just nodded and followed one step behind and to Tom’s right …

Opening the door and entering the warehouse, the pair found themselves in a  small open area with a low railing surrounding it. It was large enough to have a couple of chairs by the door, a water cooler next to that, and–taking up almost all of the rest–a single large old wooden desk that faced the door. Beyond the railing, the interior of the warehouse was shaded in darkness, save for the few places where overhead lights burned with a low buzzing sound, illuminating the rows and aisles below.

Behind the desk was a red-headed young man. He wore a pair of overalls with the name “Billy” stitched onto a patch over his heart. He was more interested in the newspaper on his desk than the people who had entered, and, for a few moments,he just continued to read it and ignore them.

Seeing a bell on the desk, Tom struck it once, the sound being swallowed up in the depths of the warehouse. Billy looked up then: “Yah? You here ta pick somethin’ up?”

“We’d like to speak to the owner, please.”

“He tain’t in. Mebby be here next month ‘n’ you’ll have more luck.”

Tom was about to get a bit rough when he heard Camilla move behind him and then, to his surprise, the sound of the water cooler bubbling as water was taken from it. He turned to see Camilla taking one of the seats and sipping at the paper cup she now held in her hand. Tom had a small smile on his face then as he answered, “Well, that’ll be fine. My associate will wait here and I’ll just step outside and tell the SWAT team to start coming in.”

With that, Tom turned and strode to the door. His hand had begun to turn the handle when he heard a new, gruff voice behind him, “Y’all don’t need be getting out of hand here, ‘tective. The boy’s jus’ doing his job.”

Tom’s smile became larger when he had turned back and saw the newcomer. He greeted him with a chuckle: “Nice to know that I’m remembered, old friend.”

From the shadows appeared a man who didn’t fit the voice. He was dressed to the nines in a three-piece black suit that looked to be worth a small fortune on its own. A slender man, he looked almost frail, but Tom knew that under that exterior was a fighter. Dusky-haired, his piercing grey eyes belied an intelligence that many missed in dealing with him. He passed through a gate and then stopped in front of Tom, offering his hand: “Nice ta see ya Tommy. Been what? Five years?”

Tom took the hand in his and gave it a firm shake, “Seven. You left the force and turned into a man about town, Bill. Just don’t run in those circles.” Tom released the hand and then motioned for Camilla to join them. He explained, “This is Camilla. She’s new.”

She smiled and offered her hand, “Very nice to meet a friend of Thomas’.”

Bill took the hand and, to Tom’s surprise, kissed it in the old-fashioned way before releasing it, “I’m sure Tommy dun’ know how lucky he is. C’mon in; Lil’ Billy can watch the store while we talk.”

After passing through the gate, Tom struck up a conversation: “That’s Billy? Really? How old is he now?”

“Eighteen. Smart lil’ bugger. Mebby smarter than me at that age. Boy’s been running this place for the last coupla years. Proud of ‘im.”

“You should be. Wish I would have known that I would have found him here, wouldn’t have been such a hard ass.”

“Good for the boy. Builds character ‘n’ all that crap. Sorry Ma’am.”

Camilla laughed softly, “No offense taken, I promise.”

The three of them walked the length of the warehouse until they stopped at a large,glassed-in office space. It looked like the typical business office: computers, filing cabinets, rows of desks within cubicles. As they passed through, the occasional “Good morning, Sir” was greeted with a nod or a gruff “Mornin’” from Bill. The three entered a large office that had a nameplate on the door declaring to the world that“Mr. Shipping” was within.

Bill took his leather chair behind the desk as he motioned to Tom and Camilla to have a seat on the leather sofa nearby. After cracking his knuckles, Bill asked: “So what’s gotcha in here, Tommy?”

“I’m looking into a murder. Happened a couple of days ago. I hate to say it, Bill, but you are one of the people under investigation.”

The look of surprise was followed by: “Funny. Now, fer real; why ya here?”

“I’m not joking, Bill. The wife of a reporter was killed last night. Stabbed in the back;brutal, ugly mess. The investigation so far points at a small number of names,and you are on it.”

Bill rocked back in his chair and then tapped his right hand against the arm of the chair before saying, “Ya mean that rag reporter that goes around pokin’ into other people’s business, right?”

Tom nodded, “Read about it?”

A grunt. “Ya. Decided that going to the funeral wuz no good. Me and that hack dun’like each other. Pissed me off coupla’ years ago. Still am.”

“Have to tell me about it. You know the drill.”

Another grunt: “Right. Traci died after Billy was born. Didn’t think about anything but Billy till he got out of school. Managed that coupla’ years ago. Billy gave me a yellin’ to and told me ta get out there and find somebody cause I wuz a mess. Wuz right. Had put everythin’ into the business for so long after I left the force. Couldn’t stay in the force cause of … ya know.”

Tom nodded, “Still don’t believe that was your fault, Bill. Never have.”

He smiled, “I remember. Never forgot, either. Met a girl. Nice, proper, classy. Was doin’ well and finally I was gonna pop the question to her. Was in that old barbershop on 22nd–you know the one–talkin’ to the barber about why I wanted ta look purty, and in the next chair wuz that hack. Spilled the beans in his rag the next day. Took her to a nice place that night and, when I asked her, the newshounds were there, snapping pictures and shoving questions at us. Made a mess of it. Pissed me off. She ran off and I took a swing at him, knocked him to the floor, gave ‘im a busted nose, and that got into the papers, too.”

Tom sighed, “You always had a short fuse, buddy.”

“Yeah. Spent the next year suing the rag, him, coupla others. Called in some favors and made his life … rough.”

“How rough?”

Bill leaned forward in the chair and brushed the top of his desk before answering, “I wanted him to know that I was pissed. So some of the boyz from the docks followed him and tried to scare him. Didn’t work. Tough bastard.”

“Did you kill her?”

The look of hurt in Bill’s eyes spoke volumes before the words did, “Nah. Tommy, I couldn’t, wouldn’t ever raise a hand to hurt a lady. Any lady. If one of the boyz did this. they know that I’d hurt them and then, if they lived, they’d be in jail where friends of mine would make sure that they’d never get out alive.”

Tom looked over at Camilla to see that she had a look of shock and disbelief in her eyes.

Bill continued, “Ma’am, ya need to understand that, in this business, you have to look tough and be tough or they walk all over ya. I am a hard ass, I can be a bastard and more, but I got honor in me. Some stuff is sacred.”

Camilla asked, “Did you ever see her again?”

Bill looked at the desk, “Still talkin’ to her. She’s shy, pretty ’n’ stuff; see her in quiet places so that she dun’ have that happen again.”

“But you did not give up? Even after two years?”

Pointing to his head, Bill replied: “Too hard-headed, Ma’am.

Camilla smiled, “Not that … you love her so … Do not give up on her, please.”

“Only if she gives up on me, Ma’am”

Tom broke in, “Bill, have to ask you something. Of all of your people, is there anyone that might have done this?”

Billy’s voice came into the room from behind, “Me. Y’all better talk to me, too.”

Tom turned to look at him, “Hello, Billy. Come on in and have a chair; maybe you can explain exactly what you mean?”

Billy leaned against the door jamb looking not at Tom, but Camilla. She turned to face him and then asked, “Something wrong, Billy?”

He looked away and then said, “Nuthin’. You look like someone.”

“Want to tell me about it?”

“Nah. S’ok.”

Camilla stood up and walked over to Billy. She took his right hand in hers and then started walking out of the room with Billy in tow, saying as she did, “We’ll be outside.”

Once she had him out of the office she asked, “You want to find someplace quiet to talk?”

She could see the blush on his cheeks as he mumbled something and then started walking out of the office and then out a door to the outside. It led to the pier behind the warehouse. Ships would often be tied up there, loading and unloading, but, for the moment, there was nothing and no one around. Billy guided her to a wooden bench against the warehouse wall and, after brushing off some dirt there,said, “Sorry t’ain’t cleaner.”

Camilla just smiled and took the offered spot, “Nothing to be sorry about, Billy. I promise I won’t break.” She straightened out her dress and watched him pace back and forth for a few minutes before she asked, “You are not to blame, are you?”

“No. No, Ma’am I didn’t. I coulda. Know enough bad people on the docks to have that happen. No. Wouldn’t”

“You are your father’s son.”

“Am, Ma’am. All he has is me and this place. Nothin’ more. I told him ta meet someone ’n’ he did, but that guy screwed my old man up. Now he’s afraid of stuff and won’t try again.”

Camilla was quiet for a time and then said, “Who do I remind you of, Billy?”

A sigh: “Sort of look like Mom in the pictures.”

“Come here, please.”

Billy resisted for a time, trying to be brave in front of a woman, not wanting to look weak, but finally he sat down beside Camilla before putting his hands over his eyes, “Ya know the thing, Ma’am? When it happened, I did want ta kill that guy for it. He’s got a wife, a family, and he messes up what we coulda had.”

“Your Mom wouldn’t be happy with you if you did. Your father brought you up right and I think you would never disappoint him. So why are you both so violently opposed to Brent? Why would your father be a suspect in this?”

Billy put his fists together and then rested his chin on them before managing the words, “They say he killed a woman when he was a cop, Ma’am. He couldn’t prove he didn’t, they couldn’t prove he did. So they gave him a pink slip and showed him the door.”

Camilla stroked her hand against Billy’s arm, “Thomas seems to think that your father is innocent. But he has to ask the questions and get answers to clear him, you know. The same is true of you. But you know something?”

He looked at her. “Wha’?”

“You believe in souls, Billy?”


“I do. I believe that when someone does something wrong, their souls turn black and that blackness shows on the outside. I haven’t seen anything from your father or you that makes me believe that you did this.”

A sniffle, “Thank ya, Ma’am.”

She shrugged a bit, “Not any good in a court, you know.”

“Dun’ matter. Someone believes in what Dad said. That means somethin’ to me.”

Camilla’s hand stroked his shoulder as she asked, “If you want to help your father, then can you do us a favor?”

He looked at her, “Depends on tha favor.”

Camilla told him.

Storm Clouds

Chapter 13

By TeraS

Jane was confused.

This was something new for her, to be blunt. She was impulsive, brash, and made the occasional ass of herself, but she was never confused … unless she talked to Tera. The simplest conversations always seemed to make her look at what she was and who she was instead of whatever it was that started her on a rant in the first place.

She had expected Tera to punish her in some way, or try to make her change her mind. Anything, something that would show some anger from within her … but Tera didn’t. All she did was comfort her, talk to her, and in the end, after all of the words were out in the open between them … Tera just asked her what she wanted to do.

Jane’s answer was simple, she thought, “Find who did this and hurt them.”

But then she heard Tera’s thoughts and found them so much more satisfying, “Why hurt them when you are doing something so much worse. You can show them that they won’t win.”

For a moment, Jane was flabbergasted that she didn’t see things that way. It made sense, really: why just hurt someone when you could do so much more in so many other ways to show them that they made the biggest mistake of their lives?

So she now found herself standing on the curb outside of the place that Brent had burned to the ground, looking for answers. The police had put their yellow tape around the border of the remains, but now it was in the hands of the fire department, and their investigations were inside, looking for the source of the fire, among other things.

Jane understood why she was here. There was something of a loose end to all this, and she needed to close it, or find where it led to. Tera had told her to find out what she could and then meet with Camilla and Thomas when possible. She still didn’t think a lot of him … or her … but she would look here for clues and would do as she was asked to …

because she couldn’t let them win.

Looking at the people milling around and the security stopping people from poking around where they weren’t wanted, Jane came to the decision that she would have to use the thoughts and emotions of those around her to get inside and see what happened there for herself.

With a sigh, Jane closed her eyes and focused on the people within to see if there was someone she could use … and she found her.

On the main floor of the burnedout building, John Tanner was sitting cross-legged, staring at the main hallway and trying to piece together what this place once looked like. He was an Engineer in the department, recently transferred into the arson squad, and this was his first investigation. He had once been a regular firefighter, but after a three-alarm blaze that during which a building fell onto his company, he was shifted to arson investigations to recover from his wounds … both mental and physical.

Physically, John was your stereotypical fireman: muscular, clean shaven, his blonde hair closely cropped, per regulations. He wore his cherished department windbreaker, blue jeans, and hiking boots. Not exactly regulation, but they said he could be comfortable, so he thumbed his nose at the regs while he could.

Putting his clipboard to one side, he stretched his back, the popping sounds reminding him that sitting on the floor was not doing good things to him. He was resigned to being in this job from here on out, mainly because, to be honest, he was scared to death of being buried alive again by bricks, wood, and fire.

A tap on his right shoulder made him turn around.

Standing there was the one person he didn’t expect to see today. Her name was Jenni: she was part of the department’s public relations office, and she was, to be blunt, his crush. He had known her for almost a year now and still didn’t know exactly what it was about her that attracted him. Maybe her short red hair? Her girl next door looks? Her laugh? He just couldn’t ever put his finger on what it was about her that he liked so much. But more importantly right at that moment …

… she had coffee with her.

Maybe it was the coffee?

Taking the cup from her hand, he took a sip … and decided that it wasn’t the coffee (God, it was awful).

Putting it on the floor beside him, he asked, “So what brings you into the ashes, Jenni?”

She shrugged, “Oh, P.R. mostly. The press want to write up what happened, who’s to blame, how the budget should be cut back, the usual stuff.”

“Right. Been on that path before, haven’t we?”

“Almost every other week.”

She walked away then, looking around the room and poking her nose here and there before asking, “Anything like a clue to what happened?”

He smiled, “Oh, I know exactly what happened.”

She turned to him with a look of surprise: “What?”

“Can’t you tell? There was a fire and the place burned down.”

Rolling her eyes, she called back as she exited the room, “So helpful. I’ll have to see that you get a medal of honour for that, you dumbass.”

John’s chuckles followed her out the hallway as she vanished from his sight.

Moving down the hallway, she eventually made her way into the basement before stopping at the bottom of the stairs and gazing into the darkness of it. For a time she remained there, unmoving, almost like a statue, before her form shimmered and Jane stood there in Jenni’s place.

Jane pinched her nose and then drew with her hands a pattern in the air. She was hoping to divine something of the magic used here. Every type of magic had a pattern that could be traced to the being, talisman or other mystical thing that had created it. The hard part wasn’t the finding: here, in this place, there was so much of it embedded into the walls, floor, and space between that she was choking on it.

No, the problem was that, if there was any traps left behind, they might go off when she prodded them.

Sure enough, Jane’s overconfidence in her abilities made her miss one small simple spell that triggered when her own magic touched it.

Upstairs, John was sketching a diagram of the fire’s source, and had decided that the next place to have a look was the basement.

The scream from the basement that made him snap his pencil in half sent him moving in that direction as quickly as he could …

May 16 2010

A Story About the Succubi Queen…

Last month was my birthday, most of my family knows or rather knew that…

James, my Dearest Heart wrote a story for me that I would like to share with you all today… It’s something I didn’t expect to receive. He wrote a story called Divine Detente which tells a story of Tera the Succubi Queen meeting some of the Greek Gods and what happens there…

And how Tail comes to see that there are things she doesn’t understand quite yet, but someday will…

Thank you my heart for your support always…




Divine Détente

By James – Tera’s Heart

It is well known that the Realm of the Collective Succubi exists in a different relationship to time from our earthly universe.  Time passes at a different rate for them, and they are able to pass into our world at different points in time, at least on occasion.  But even a succubi’s ability to manipulate that temporal relationship is limited.

Yet there may indeed be some beings in this world—well, maybe not so much “be” as “have been”—who could break those temporal rules, perhaps completely unravel all the rules of the succubi.

Queen Tera’s sleep had been fitful for several nights.  There were strange dreams, dreams of ancient temples with Dorian columns, of women and men in togas, and, from time to time, of a large, powerful, bearded man with a pitchfork.  He wasn’t her Eternal—usually the only man in her dreams.  He wasn’t even an incubi—there were no horns, no tail.  But he had the most piercing eyes, almost overpowering.

There was one other thing: in the dreams, everybody was wet.

Far beneath the Mediterranean waves, in a world still dominated by wooden sailing vessels, the bearded deity Neptune looked about his temple.  His most devoted human followers were, by his grace, alive and well in the submerged and transformed city of Atlantis.  The doubters had been destroyed when he pulled the city and its temple down into his presence, but many still survived to serve him, praise him, and bring him joy.  Yet he was still unsatisfied, restless.

The sea god’s mind had been searching time and various realities, longing for someone who was, to his mind, a more suitable match.  When he found this gorgeous woman, with a throne and followers of her own, it seemed, a regal bearing, and great expertise with the trident, he was intrigued.  Upon seeing her eyes, greener than the deepest ocean, he was enchanted.  True, the horns reminded him a bit of the old titan Oceanus, whom Neptune had destroyed long ago, but she was, otherwise, very different.

In an effort to find her, Neptune had been focusing on the sensual creature’s dreams.  At first, they were dreams of swimming.  She would dive into the Lake of Fire and come up amidst marble steps and columns.  In her waking mind, she might wonder if it was the grotto at the Playboy mansion, but her dreaming mind was a bit too fuzzy to care.

With each passing night, the dreams became more vivid, more complete, more arousing.  By the second night, she knew this was not Hugh Hefner’s grotto, and she woke up in a tangle of sweaty sheets.  After the third night, she and Keith awoke to her straddling her Eternal, grinding herself upon him.  This continued a few more nights; her consort had no complaints, but he knew something was amiss.  The Queen desperately wanted to tell him, but found that something kept her from talking about it.  This was even more disturbing.

After a week, Tera tried avoiding sleep.  She had a new Maccubi-9000 computer to break in, and told herself that was the reason to put in some late hours.  When her mortal friend from across the virtual fence suggested to her that something else was going on and offered to help, Realm Instant Messenger announced to him that their conversation was temporarily suspended.

Even so, she finally succumbed to slumber.  Her angelkitty, with Keith’s help, was able to get the Queen into her bed, but there, in her somnolent state, the large, well-muscled, bearded man appeared over her.  She was prone as she slept, and the god-like figure—why had she thought of him that way?—ran fingers through her raven curls, then pulled the sheet back from her body.  She could, somehow, see herself from his point of view, tracing his finger along her curves, making her body tingle, even as she saw a possessive, wild desire in his eyes.  She so desperately wanted her Eternal, sleeping next to her, to come to her aid, but he seemed unmoving, unmovable. Then the visitor touched the Succubi’s tail and she gasped; if he knew how sensitive she was there . . . but she woke with a start, ending the reverie.

Still, there was a very real puddle on the floor where she had dreamt the visitor was standing.

Keith still seemed quite unconscious, but Tera was now determined.  Dreams or no, someone was clearly invading her Realm on some level, putting all her subjects, all her family, in danger, and she would not let that stand.  As she took purposeful strides across the floor, she was quickly clad in black boots, jeans, a black jumper, and a red leather jacket.  She had the strongest urge to grab a pitchfork as she headed for the portal.  Even though it was not her custom to confront others armed save in play, she took her sharpest, best-balanced implement.  Once she was in the human world, she would look for this odd place of which she had dreamt.

She stepped out of the portal into water.  She was under water: her long black hair was floating, just a bit, ringlets caught up in small, otherwise invisible eddies, and she felt just as if she was submerged in a pool.  Yet she could breathe and see quite normally, and her body was not trying to float to the surface.  As she looked around her, she recognized the vision from her dreams, complete with stone columns and men and women in various stages of sexual congress.  And each and every one of them—well, to whatever extent they were dressed at all—dressed in a toga.  In fact, the only one in the room not so attired was . . .

. . . Damn! She was dressed in a toga, too.

Then Tera realized that all these others were fornicating for the entertainment of the one on the throne, and then she finally saw . . . him.

He seemed even more powerful, more . . . how could she think of him as sexy? But she realized that her heart was beating slightly faster as he smiled down on her.  “So,” he boomed, “you are finally here, ready for me to enjoy you.”

“Enjoy me?”  The Queen arched en eyebrow.  “No one enjoys me save those I wish do so.  I want to know who you are, and what you were doing in my Realm.”

“I am Neptune, and I am a god.  No one resists me.” Tera had to admit to herself that, somehow, his voiced thrummed through her in a fantastic way.  “I found you and reached across the mists of time and the vagaries of space to allow you into my world.”

“I know of the Divine, and I know She does not behave this way.  I’m still not entirely sure She wants to have anything to do with my kind.”  The Queen of the Succubi was steeling herself against his sexuality by reminding herself that he was an enemy. “You”—Tera took up a battle stance with her pitchfork—“are an invader into my Realm, a threat to those I hold dear, and I shall not abide that.”

“Ah, yes!  The wielder of the trident!  Almost as good as me; part of what attracted me to you, my horned little morsel.” A weapon very much like Tera’s appeared in his hand.  “Very well: we shall spar first, and, when I best you, then you shall give yourself to my desires.”

Neptune lunged at the succubi, but she quickly parried his first attack, and the next several.  She was more than matching the ancient ocean being’s moves at first, and using her own considerable advantages.  Her tail swatted him on the backside, eliciting an instinctive turn, which allowed her to shove the blunt end of her weapon into his solar plexus, and then, as he doubled over, her tines hit his face sideways hard enough to leave red marks.

But, while much about this submarine environment was surprisingly normal to her, Tera began to feel the resistance that comes of moving one’s limbs in water.  Neptune, meanwhile, seemed to fly through the currents effortlessly, and he began to gain the upper hand.  Suddenly, he knocked her pitchfork out of her hand and bashed her to the marble floor.  She was seeing stars as she felt the steel points of his pitchfork . . . er, trident against her throat.  She was pinned down under the god, his surprisingly large, fully engorged member was approaching her, and, as his mind reached into her slightly-dazed psyche, she realized that, once he entered her, she might not be able to avoid liking it . . . no, loving, craving it.

Then the oddest look came over his face, a mixture of pain and embarrassment.

A foot had connected to the sea-deity’s scrotum with deadly accuracy.  As he began to crumple, a well-manicured hand pulled his weapon away and his quarry slipped out from under him.  The succubi seemed to have her second wind, and also seemed to be much more ruthlessly offensive in her movements than before.  When he had a chance to notice anything at all, Neptune seemed to think her hair was now fiery red and her horns and tail jet black.

Tera’s Tail-self swung around and thrust the sharpened end of her enemy’s trident into his back.  He seemed to vaporize instantly.

All the others in the temple had fallen to their faces.  Tera, seeming more herself, including her attire, dropped Neptune’s fork, picked up her own, whispered a “thank you” to Tail, and stepped into the portal home.

Tail stepped into the Realm, somewhat more sleekly dressed; she preferred a black latex, sleeveless unitard to Tera’s jeans and jumpers or sweaters, and she preferred her boots to be knee-high, with a somewhat higher, spiked heel.

But she was puzzled at her other self’s apparent absence.

Tera, meanwhile, still under water, turned to see the temple she had expected to leave.  And she saw the real reason everyone else had their faces to the ground: a tall, beautiful blonde woman, exuding even more sexuality than Neptune, stepped from behind the throne.  Her deep blue eyes and ample, though not oversized, bosoms, along with her golden hair trailing almost to her waist, were quite prominent, especially since she wore nothing else.  The Succubi Queen would easily be quite intrigued, were she not annoyed with being detained here . . .

. . . and more than a little concerned that something—or someone—seemed to be missing.

“Pleased to meet you, Tera,” the naked woman said, her voice a warm, smokey syrup in the succubi’s ear.  She seemed to slide down the stone stairway every bit as smoothly as her words wrapped around the pleasure center of her guest’s mind.  A perfectly manicured hand was extended, and the Queen reached out for it in greeting, but the mystery woman bypassed that hand, sliding her own up the guest’s arm, caressing the back of her neck under the raven curls, then the delicate ear, finally cupping Tera’s cheek in her surprisingly warm hand.  The succubi let out an involuntary purr before she realized what had happened, much less wonder how her hostess knew her name.

“My name is Salacia,” the aquatic woman continued, “and I am . . . well, was the wife of Neptune.  Thank you for that, by the way.  He was a gorgeous piece of beefcake, but also a misogynistic ass; pulled all sorts of tricks to keep me in the background, even though I am more powerful than he ever was.  Then he used those damn paternalistic pigs to write all the stories while barely mentioning me.” Tera barely noticed how close her hostess was standing now, or how her the hand not cupping her cheek was now tracing slow, gentle lines up and down her back.

“Anyway, sweetie, you did me a huge favor.  You got him out of the way, and you brought yourself to me.  I never would have been as boldly stupid as he, never would have tried to reach across time and into your Realm.  We both now that the time of my kind is limited, that we gods will all be gone by the time your kind flourishes.  Neptune was too dense to notice that, but some of the others get it, get that such obvious moves draw the attention of the humans and cause them to engage their own critical thinking, and that will be our downfall.”  Tera did not notice how she was nearly motionless, rocking to the rhythm of Salacia’s words. “But it was Neppy who did all this, and, thanks to your friend, Tail, he is gone.

“While all that was going on, I got to listen to your mind,” Salacia was whispering hotly into her guest’s ear.  Tera wondered how she felt hot breath, then she realized.  “Yes, baby, the water is gone; that was his fetish, not mine.  If he had bothered to listen to your mind, he might have learned that sensuality would have worked much better than force.” The goddess’ leg was now in between the queen’s thighs, her thigh rubbing the queen’s pussy. “And thank you for making yourself naked.  We’ll have sooooooo much more fun this way.”

This was the first that the succubi realized her outfit was absent again, replaced by nothing at all this time.  Had she indeed done this to herself?

“I prefer things like this, sweetie.  After all, the humans get there word ‘salacious’ from me.  My husband never understood that.”

After the assaults that Neptune had attempted and the struggle with him, Tera was enjoying this.  Salacia clearly did have a nice body, pheremones that would be the envy of any succubi, and seemed to be quite in tune with how to please her.  More than that, the succubi felt ten times hornier than she had in some time.  She still sensed there was something missing, something that might be more skeptical about all of this.

“Yes, my sweet queen, we could have lots of fun together.  I did get to know all of the erogenous zones of your being.  Had Neptune not been keeping you so busy, I might have had more trouble accessing your thoughts.  But he did do something useful in the end.  I even got to learn about your Tail-self, and”—the goddess’ hand began to stroke Tera’s red appendage—“your tail.”

Those manipulations were truly expert, as good as any her Eternal had ever offered, and better, if that was possible.  The brunette began to growl as she sent forth her full seductive energies (all of which Salacia turned back on her) and her hand reached between her mistress’ . . . ummmm, hostess’ legs, beginning to finger her pussy.

“That’s it, my Tera, we are . . . unnnnnnhhhhh . . . both so hot, so ready to have some fun.”  A bed appeared in the room.  “All you have to do, sweetness, is submit to me.”

Submit? Tera stepped back, shaking her head as if desperate to clear it. “No.  No.  I . . . I am not a submissive.  I am the Queen of the Succubi.  I have promised my . . . my Eternal . . . I will never be a . . . a sub . . . sub . . . submissive.”

“Oh, but darling,” the goddess replied, pulling the succubi’s face into her cleavage, nibbling softly on her horns, “look around you.  Your Realm is gone.  Your Eternal is gone.” She felt the brunette’s strain, the mental searching for an extra source of strength. “And, yes, your Tail-self is gone.”

Tail was looking around the palace, back in the Realm, stretching her thoughts as she searched with her eyes, but it was still the wee hours of the morning.  Everyone seemed to be asleep.  She was trying to wrap her mind around Tera’s apparent absence as she felt Salacia’s warm breath in her ear and her voice in her mind: “Yes, my sweet.  You have always wanted to play a bit more roughly than Tera, haven’t you?  Your own passions were inclined to take things farther, but she always held you back, didn’t she?  Well, now you can rule unimpeded by her.  You may make all your wildest fantasies cum true.”

Tail wandered the palace.  She stood over the sleeping Keith.  Yes, a handsome incubus, but always a bit too white-bread for Tail.  She licked her lips over Rhianna, and ran a finger over the length of Vvrayven’s sleeping form.  Such delicious possibilities.  But it was when she stood over Tabitha, her own mind touching the sleeping innocent’s and causing the sleeper’s green tail to wrap around her arm, that Tail licked her lips at the possibilities.  Yes, this could be such a delicious seduction . . .

. . . except that she had the strongest need to go to Tera’s computer.

That friend by the virtual fence was on-line.  “What are you doing up?” Tail typed.

“Something seemed not quite right.  Where is Tera?”

“How do you know I’m not her?  You cannot see me.”

“Tera calls me her heart.  Do you think those are just words?  Why do you think I can’t sleep?  If I am her heart, then, in a way, I am yours, too.  I know.  And I have a sense that you are struggling with something.”

“ . . . . ”

“I know, whatever it is, that you know the right thing, every bit as much as Tera.  I know you could find your way back to her, no matter what has happened.  So I’m not going to tell you what to do.  I am going to trust you.”

“Geez, he really does know how to say . . . such pain-in-the-ass things.” Tail thought.  But she knew that she trusted his disembodied voice over the other one.  She headed back to the portal, which seemed reluctant to open.  But she would find a way.

Mere steps and a few millennia away, Salacia wasn’t letting Tera off the hook.  “You want my body, don’t you baby?” she hummed into Tera’s soul, still nibbling on her horns.  “You want me, don’t you?  You want to cum with me.  You need to cum sooooooo bad right now.”

The Succubi Queen knew how right the goddess was.  Her body was so incredibly delicious, and the horned and horny brunette was suckling her engorged nipples and began kissing down her torso.  Tera knew that, when she reached the blonde’s pussy, she would eat her out and, upon drinking her cum, the submission would be complete.

Tera knew that.

She knew it was wrong.

She had trouble caring.

And she couldn’t find the strength in her hyper-aroused body to stop.  Salacia’s renewed massaging of her tail was fogging her beyond any hope, it seemed.

“Yes,” the goddess intoned, “you will submit to me, and it will be glorious.  Your submission will open your Realm to me, each and every delicious succubi and angelkitty.  This one you call your heart should be an amusing appetizer, and Tail . . . Tail will be a feast.  Then you and Tail shall give me your Eternal, Keith.  And you will be grateful, won’t you, pet Tera?”

Tera couldn’t seem to stop her mouth or her hands as she knelt there, inching ever closer, but her mind screamed out a silent “No!”

It was all the connection required.

Suddenly, her red-headed, black-tailed self was behind the supernatural domme, grabbing her breasts roughly and biting an ear.  Tera was not the only one pushed to the edge of her arousal: Salacia’s mind snapped.  The Succubi Queen was now kissing her way up the front of the erstwhile goddess, while her Tail-self was sensually overwhelming the blonde from behind and encouraging her down to her knees.

“My Queen,” the widow moaned as she began to lick Tera’s snatch, then Tail’s.

Salacia was on her knees, whimpering.  The temple around her—kept whole by her power and will—was crumbling.  They would need to leave this place soon.

Only Tera stood there, in boots, jeans, and a fuzzy red sweater, as she put a finger under the sobbing blonde woman’s chin, led her to stand, and kissed her softly on the lips.  “This place looks as if it is done for.”

Salacia nodded, pulling back the sobs.

“Would you like to come to my Realm, be under my protection?”

Furious nodding, then a question: “You would have me?”

“I don’t think you’ll be trying anything like this again.  In fact, with love and pleasure freely given, I think you’ll soon realize domination is irrelevant.  And those younger in our ways in my Realm could use a good teacher in the joys of seduction.

“I’m guessing that you really do enjoy it, yes?”

The blonde grinned from ear to ear as the two of them stepped through the portal, hand in hand.

Tera woke her Eternal with a kiss, Neptune’s spell finally broken, allowing her to tell him all about what had transpired.  They celebrated for a good part of the week, leaving both of them happily sore, sweaty, and spent.

After sleeping for a while, the Queen went into a very private room and stood before a full-length mirror.  The reflection was Tail, who took her counterpart’s hands.

“Thank you, dear,” Tera smiled.  “Thank you for being one with me.”

“So that was what it was like for us to be apart,” Tail seemed uncharacteristically philosophical.  “Not something I care to repeat.”

“Then let’s never do, my friend.  Let’s never do.”

Somehow, the Queen’s favorite pitchfork returned to the place where it was mounted upon the wall with her collection.  And there was another one, made of some sort of blue steel, next to it.

Her Majesty was careful to explain to guests that this was, in fact, a trident.


Thank you my heart for adding to the mythos that someday will be complete and told…



May 15 2010

Another Student Succubus Film…

Two weeks ago on the 1st, I posted a student film trailer of a movie they called Succubus as part of a class project…

I found another one this week that I’d like to share:

And in case the embedding does not work:

I’m.. well… not that thrilled with this, really isn’t that well connected to the idea of Succubi I think. I also wonder about the long drawn out imagery until the climax appears. There is the barest possible hint of something that is supernatural or Succubus at the very end which is more of a teaser than anything else really…

I found I think at least one more film to share which will be next week I think, but do leave comments about this one?


May 14 2010

Succubi or Money Figurine…

I discovered a rather interesting Succubus or Devil Girl figurine this week on eBay and so…

I know that this image is really blown up to the point that it is blurred, but I did want to try and show what the figurine looks like, because it really is something well done I think…

You can find this figurine on eBay here.

She is described as being a Lil’ Devil Lady Figurine. Approximately ix and a half inches high, she is made of resin and is hand-painted as seen in the image here. And she is selling on eBay for an opening bid of $16 USD.

I find it interesting that she has horns that seem not to be red like the rest of her. Also I love the twining tail that is wrapped around her leg, that really makes me smile…

The heels she is wearing are a nice match as are her glasses, though I somehow think that black lenses would have worked better for some reason…

I’m going to guess that our Succubus here is nude underneath the money towel she has wrapped around her, would have loved to see the back of her and how much bum she shows or how her tail is sculpted here as well…

I would love to order one of the three figurines that they have for sale, but they do not ship outside of the US so I will have to make do with an image of her…

Nonetheless, this is just a lovely work really, my compliments to the artist that sculpted her and the person that painted her!


May 13 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 125

For this week’s Succubus image I was looking for something cute more than anything else and I found it I think…

This lovely, cute, delicious work is by an artist named Matt J. H. Wilson and is called Devil Lady.

You can find the original work here on

The first thing that catches my eye here is her smile… That one thing makes this work cute and mischievous and that is something that I have always enjoyed…

I have but two little nits about this work, one is her white horns, not really sure about that and the other is her tail which seems, to me at least, to be larger than it should be… But then, tails do have an overinflated opinion of themselves at times…


Cute outfit, the colouring and shading is wonderful, and she is truly the perfect image of a mischievous Succubus at play. I do find myself wondering what her name might be… Something cute but just a bit dangerous I would think would be a nice match for her…

Please do visit the link and see all of Matt J. H. Wilson’s works there!