Mar 21 2010

A Succubus for Christmas…

A Succubus for Christmas… While this isn’t that time of year, it is spring after all, it is the title of a collection of short stories that has appeared on recently…

A Succubus for Christmas and Other Tales of Devilish Delights is a collection of short stories by the author known as M. E. Hydra, or more popularly in the erotica field as Many-Eyed Hydra.

This collection of thirteen of his works encompasses most of the short stories he has published on such sites as and

Currently, it is available on in paperback form, but according to an email from the author I received, it will be available as well as a download on in October of this year.

I have been a long time fan of Hydra’s works for many years now, he has a wonderful style of writing and the way he describes Succubi in his stories is quite delicious…

I have to admit that his Succubi are penned in the manner of the classical definition of Succubi, so they tend to consume those that they interact with in his stories as they do in the myths and legends… This does make me pause occasionally at some of the more… involved scenes that Hydra pens, but I can overcome my dislike of that for the descriptions and actions that his Succubi perform…

A very small sample of his writing, from his story Slayer vs. Succubus in which the Succubus of the story first appears:

She leaned against a bookcase, her hips pushed forward as she struck a provocative pose. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Her voluptuous figure was completely naked. Carpenter marvelled at the full swell of her ample breasts, her long legs and the elegant features of her face. Black hair cascaded down her back in waves.

The babe was a demon.

Her skin was a deep blood red. Two black wings were folded behind her back. A tail, complete with a little arrow point, flicked back and forth between her ankles. Her ears were pointed, she had two horns on her head and her eyes looked like two doorways into the abyss. Despite this her face was still more beautiful than the most exotic model.

She was a demon babe. No, she was a demon mega-babe.

I love the way in which the overpowering erotic power of the Succubus in the story is displayed in this one short introduction of her. You can almost picture her just in the few words that tell of what she appears as here…

That is probably Hydra’s  greatest gift in his works… The way he gives you enough detail to cause your imagination to fill in the blanks in just the right way to complete the story for you…

I hope that he will be writing more of his tales of the Succubi soon…

I will be watching…


Mar 20 2010

An upcoming novel about Lilith and her Sisters…

I discovered a YouTube video about an upcoming novel about Lilith that is called Sisterhood of Darkness…

And in case the embedding doesn’t work:

The author describes this work as being…

Lilith is the leader of goddesses who have lost the path to the light by betrayal and heartache. The sisters must find there soulmates. Lost loves from their past who souls are now in human males, demons,and even angels but can true love make them whole and can the light embrace their dark souls. These books have comical moments, plus deep passion. The sisterhood has to save the mortal realm as well as the magical realms of the forgotten gods and goddesses to stop Azarel and his horde from destorying everything and everyone.

I found a page on the web that has a excerpt of this work, you can find that here.

It looks to be interesting, though I do not know if Lilith will be portrayed as a Succubus or not in this book. It also is supposed to be the first of a series of novels, which will have Lilith’s sisters appearing in it as i understand it…

Reading the except of the first book that is available, I hope that the author manages to locate a good editor, as there is a lot of things in their writing that could do with a little polishing.

Still, i look forward to reading this someday soon…


Mar 19 2010

A Cute Succubus Mousepad!

I was looking on Zazzle again and discovered that an artist is selling a Succubus mousepad that I haven’t seen before and so…

This artwork is created by an artist on Zazzle named kuroichoucho, who draws in the Manga style of art.

Their website on can be found here.

And you can purchase the mousepad here.

They are, or seem to be Canadian (YAY!), and have been drawing in this style for quite some time according to the biography information on their site. Her site on Zazzle contains all sorts of interesting Manga characters like Catgirls, Faeries and so on, though I am partial to her Succubi and Devil Girls, of which I wish there was more of…

Please have a look at her works!


Mar 18 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 117

This is the third week of a series of artwork by a single artist that I am going to share from Deviantart. They have created a series of Succubi images using some of the most well known names in Succubi mythology…

The artist is known as Genzoman and this third image in the series is called Naamah…

Genzoman’s Deviantart site can be found here.

And you can find the original page with this work here on Deviantart as well.

Naamah is a succubus and fallen angel, and is regarded as an aspect or relation of Lilith. Naamah is said to have engaged, like Lilith, in intercourse with Adam. According to tradition, she was created directly by God, like Eve or Lilith. Naamah and Lilith lived in the Red Sea coast where they were expelled by God. Naamah’s appearance is similar to Lilith, but Lilith is more sensual, young and beautiful.

This particular work of Genzoman’s is almost as dramatic as the one of Lilith. Naamah is posed in mid-flight, leaving what I think appears to be the arms and hands of those in hell or something similar to that… I like how she is portrayed as having some of the same features as her sisters in the series, though I think she looks somewhat more mature than the others do…

Of the four images that Genzoman created in this series, one is not my favorite mostly  for the bottom of the image, it seems too violent for a Succubus to me, but that is a matter of taste mostly I think…

Please do visit Genzoman’s Deviantart page to see all of the wonderful art he has created!

Next week… the last of this series, Eisheth Zenunim.


Mar 17 2010

Cute outfit, but needs something more…

Some Succubus costumes have a certain amount of cuteness in them. That makes them attractive to me, but occasionally the cuteness needs some help…

This outfit is called Devil’s Delight, but as usual, you don’t receive all that is shown in the pictures…

This costume comes with a pair of horns, a very very short tail that is attached to the dress, and that’s all.

The stockings, which are a must really, and the shoes are not included regrettably… It would have been nice to have the stockings at least, but I suppose that wasn’t possible for some reason…

The main thing about this costume, at least to me, is the cuteness of it, the skirt with the little bright flashes in it brings that out well I think, but the black band on the dress itself I really don’t think much of… Could really do without it I think and not hurt the look of this at all…

As something to wear out in public or in front of the kids, I think that it does well in that regard. I’m pretty sure that the tail would be removed though as that just looks wrong to me and I have better ones anyway that I can use…

You can find this costume on the web for about $50 US…

For practicality, cuteness, and mostly for that alone, I’ll give this three pitchforks out of five…

Still think that it needs more however…


Mar 16 2010

Temptations LII (52)

Posturing and pondering continues between the Queen of the Succubi and her visitor to her Realm…


Temptations LII (52)

By TeraS and Legion

Tera sipped from her mug and arched an eyebrow at him as he shifted. She chuckled and said, “Changes and more changes and yet the real you never appears… Or have you forgotten who you really are? That would be a shame…. One’s self is all that one has in the end you know…”

She looked over his new form with a critical eye and stated, “Not really my type if you are trying to interest me… What we show others on the outside is not as important as what is on the inside… Assuming isn’t knowing…. Knowing isn’t assuming….”

She curled up into the corner of the couch and awaited him to sit or stand or whatever he wished to do, frankly it mattered not. Either he would come to his point or he would dance around it. That was the game to see…. It was a shame that Tera didn’t feel like playing it herself at that moment….

At the mention of a fight she arched an eyebrow and said, “Really?” That was all she needed to say about that. It was obviously a lie. Not a good one, but at least she knew that he was aware of some of her beliefs and rules… Maybe he wouldn’t trip over them either….

She watched him look around the room, looking for the trap or the surprise that awaited him. The thing was of course that he had already tripped that one when he appeared in her domain. So she simply watched him, her tail tapping the side of the couch almost in boredom as he moved about and looked everywhere.

She lowered her cup a bit and said, “Would you rather drink mine then? Or not? It’s your choice after all… I won’t mind either way…”

Then he asked about friends and she giggled, “My dear Legion…. All anyone need do is ask nicely and they can come here…. Or not and be somewhere else…. I don’t mind either way… Nor do I expect do you…. But then…. You have your plans I am sure as well….”

Legion’s eyebrows arched slightly, “My, you DO have so many questions oh Queen.”

He smiled shyly and made a point of thinking things over, “Hmmm As to knowing who I am… Oh my Queen, trust me when I say I know who I am better than anyone, even you.  Most do not have others to compair themselves to.  We only see what someone chooses to show us.  But I see everything in those who make a bargin, nothing is held back.  Even the things they don’t know about themselves.  Thus I know very well where I stand in my soul.  Still, that makes me wonder… what do you not know about yourself Oh Queen?”

He took a faint smell of his mug, nothing negative in it, and even if there was he had plans for that too.  He looked down over his new form and made a mild shrug, “As to my current form, I simply thought I would have something that matched the setting.  But if it pleases you Oh Queen…”

As he sets the mug back down his form shifts slowly again until the hooded figure is again before her, “This is what my real form is… though only…  very special beings have seen my face.”

This was very interesting, he had seldom dealt with someone like this Queen.  Still, she seemed not to be fully into the game, which surprised him.  He had come here, into her realm, to give her a sense of security, to not put her so on guard.  It was of a mild risk to him but it was easily dealt with if it happened to come due.

Yet, even with the advantage she had been given the Queen seemed… disturbed.  He decided to try something new.

“Does something trouble you Oh Queen?  Is my company bother you?”  he says resting a gloved hand on hers.

“Would you prefer me to depart and leave you to whatever weighs on your mind?”

Tera shrugged at Legion, “I do.. I question someone that appears on false pretenses… I question someone that needs to hide his face from me…. I question someone that needs to have layers and layers and layers between himself and me….”

She sipped a bit of her drink and then tossed her hair over her shoulder, saying as she did, “You know the most important thing to me Legion? I never lie…. I have always spoken the truth to those that have approached me…. There are no shadows around me to dissipate. If they listen… They learn…. If not… Well… That is their loss isn’t it?”

When his gloved hand touched her bare one she looked towards it and then said, “Has the touch of another harmed you Legion? Must you have this cloak…. This wall around you? Have you been so hurt by your past that the ability to trust in another is gone?”

She made no move to removed his hand…

Instead, her tail snaked around her mug, removing it to the table. She leaned towards him slowly as if not to frighten him away… Her other hand reached towards the hood over his face. She did not make to try to remove it, but rather trailed her fingertips along the material of it ever so gently. It was almost as if a butterfly’s wings just grazed the material in passing…

Then she said with a touch of disappointment in her voice, “It’s a shame that I am not special enough to see you truly…. But then I suppose I will have to live with that as I do so much else…”

She drew her hand away and then relaxed back into the couch, her eyes simply looked towards him and pondering as she did…

To coin a phrase from one of those absurd television shows… very interesting.

“Oh Queen you fail to understand.  My face, my appearance is not hidden out of mistrust. It is hidden as a nessesity.  And I was unaware of an false layers that I have come to you under.  As I recall, I mentioned I wished to sit and speak with you.  And we have.”

He spread his arms out innoccently, “I have not forced anything upon you.  Nor do I believe that I have been a rude guest in your domain.  You wound me thinking I come under false layers.  My layers are no more falser than yours.”

His mouth, the only part of his face showing smiles slightly, “Good deal makers never lie.  If they did no one would trust them when they offered a deal now would they?  I have never suggested that you have lied Oh Queen.”

He voice takes on a wry tone, “But if you do not lie then you must answer this honestly…  While some who have come to you have found their heart’s desire… they find their desires are not… exactly how they would want them.”

He amusedly watched her tail, “As for not being special… Oh Queen you are quite special.”

He lightly glances at the fireplace and the fire crackles slightly in agreement, “You see, you are my counterpart.  Why do you think it was that I had to meet you?  It is soooo very rare to find one of equal… interest.”


interest… Interesting isn’t it?


Mar 15 2010

Storm Clouds XLIV – 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 Eleven is a little longer this week and some editing of last week’s words with thanks as always to James for his kindness, time, and support in making my words better than they are…


Storm Clouds XLIII

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 angellooking 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, playtoys 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 been long taken away, the place where people had gathered to say goodbye.

Then 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, 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.”

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, 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 more so, those that had not. Someone was threatening her own, that was concerning, but more over, 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 that 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. 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 with her hands, 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 the skin from their bones and make them suffer an eternity 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.”

That made Jane pause for a moment, her thoughts putting what Tera had said together with the story 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 where they there for and what, if anything, do they have to do with what happened there?

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

The silence that followed those words 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?”

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

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