Sep 01 2010

Two pieces of plastic a Succubus costume do not make…

I have heard of minimalistic costume ideas… But do two pieces of plastic make a costume? For me it does not, but… Have a look and decide for yourself…

I mean… This really is the definition of a costume that really does not take a lot of material to make isn’t it?

This costume comes with several pieces… and glue. Because of course you need the glue to make this costume work don’t you?

All of the costume is made of polyester and you receive in the package the horns, the bow tie, the thong with a tail attached to it, and the two pasties that look like flames… The stockings that the model is wearing in the picture don’t come with this.

Right off the top, I’m not exactly thrilled by this costume… I mean, this isn’t so much a costume as a few pieces of underwear… And not a lot of it really if you consider it…

I wouldn’t wear it in public, and, to be honest, it’s far too tacky to be something that I might wear for my Eternal…

I do have standards after all…

However, if you are interested in it, I found it on for $37 US… Not sure this is worth that much, but that is what they sell it for… What is also interesting is that the pasties themselves also appear in several other costumes except in different colours, but otherwise quite similar looking costumes save that they are for witches or faeries and the like…

Only giving it a half pitchfork out of five…

Just isn’t my style….

Not even considering it, but shaking my head over it…


Aug 31 2010

Temptations 75

The story of Temptations continues and the Queen of the Succubi learns something she should have really known before…


Temptations 75

By TeraS, Alei, and Bstyles

“Some of us were meant to…”  He replied, sighing a little.

B gazed at her, wrestling with his thoughts a little.  She was so lost already in her mood.  He wanted to bless her with his power, to fold her up in his wings and comfort her like he had done for others before.

But he didn’t.  She needed a friend now more than a fix.

“It isn’t the only cliche I can think of to describe the situation…”  He smiled warmly.  “…and it’s not the only way I think of you, Tera.”

Slowly, B eased the book away from her.  He held it gently, running a hand over the cover.  “This book is much more than just a collection, now.  More than just a gateway into this place.”

He carefully set it aside on one of the shelves, propped up against the other books so its cover faced out into the aisle.  B showed no worry as he looked into Tera’s eyes, his brown ones full of sincerity as he stepped closer, gently touching a finger to her coiled tail.  “This defines you more than any mere collection of words ever could, Tera.  Even if someone was drawn here for the ‘wrong’ choice, you still welcomed them not only into your world, but into your heart.  So many in, and so many out again…it’s natural for it to hurt a little.”

B glanced at the book, then back at Tera once more.  “Then we may wait for the time to come again…or enjoy reflecting on the simple, single moment of time that it was.”  He gave her a grin.  “Either way, I’m not going to let you feel sorry that it happened.”

Tera watched B put the book back before answering him with, “Sorry? I’m not really sorry B… I’m… disappointed more than anything else in truth… I had hoped for one thing and got another… That happens more often than I like really…”

She managed another wane smile, “But that’s me…. I have something in mind and when it doesn’t work out it drives me nutty…”

Her tail swisched around behind her as she explained to him, “Making something of nothing is an art when you think about it… You start with a clean sheet and then… Try… Sometimes the words come and sometimes they fail…. You try to fit the pieces but then you are forced into putting a square peg in a round hole…”

She shrugged a bit, “Sometimes using a bigger hammer doesn’t make it fit you know?”

Tera considered all of the things that she and B had seen and been through over all of the eternities they had both seen. Then she asked him, “There is one question that eats at me B… It always does…. Did I do good? Can I say in this that I did that? I’m not sure I can…”


Good matters doesn’t it?

I think so.


Aug 30 2010

Storm Clouds 88 – An ongoing Succubi Story

This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…

If you want to read previous chapters, please click the link in the Tale header at the top of the page marked Storm Clouds or click here...

Chapter 15 edits this week and a bit more…


Storm Clouds 88

Chapter 14

By TeraS

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

That bothered him.

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

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

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

Tom hoped that it wouldn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it? I don’t think so. I have …”

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

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

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

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

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

“You did not have to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, you give them a pass?”

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

“But what?”

“I asked Billy for a favor.”

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

“I can’t say.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Then we should find more.”

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

“You will be wrong then.”

“I’ll have to live with that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 15

By TeraS

Storm Clouds

Chapter 15

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jane did so.

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

Another nod, then Jane closed her eyes again.

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

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

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

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

“I’m Jane.”

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

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

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

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

Jane’s were spinning around one single fact that she didn’t want to have happen. It would be disastrous if beings like her, the ones that were thought of as being legends, were discovered to be quite real. The next thought was that Tera was going to kill her, and that thought was much worse than the first one she found. But the one that she held onto was how she could get out of this mess she found herself in.

She looked out the window of the car and watched the city passing by without saying anything else for the moment. Mostly because she wasn’t sure that John wouldn’t hurt her, but mainly because she needed to get focused again and try to make herself not look like Jenni any longer.

John’s thoughts on the other hand were slightly more focused. He wanted to know exactly what the hell was going on. The shock he felt when he touched those… horns? On Jenni… no… Jane’s head told him that something was seriously wrong here.

He didn’t believe in legends or tales of the beyond, no, what he believed in was logic and proof. Thing was that here he had proof that there were, and he found this still impossible to believe, demons in his world. That still didn’t sit right with him.

Then he made a decision and turned the car in that direction. He needed a doctor. Someone to tell him if Jane really was what she seemed to be or if it was just a fluke or some cosmetic surgery or something like that.

He found himself liking that possibility, as that would fit into his world a hell of a lot better than the other idea that prodded him as being the truth.

Looking once more in the mirror he said, “Better put your seatbelt on. You’re going to be there for a while.”

Aug 29 2010

Plushie Succubi are so cute!

I’m just so taken by a wonderful Succubus plushie doll that I found on a Google image search that I’d love to be able to purchase a couple of them or, if they are available, at least get the crochet pattern for them and try to make one myself…

Because, oh my they are just too cute for words…

There is just so much cute and sexy in these dolls isn’t there?

I love the long dark hair first and foremost, but the entire doll is just so perfect in so many ways… I know she’s just a doll, but the design is just so exactly right for a Succubi. The right colours, style, just about everything is perfect save for she has no horns or a tail…

But I can live without them just this once…

This doll is the creation of an artist that calls themselves Wayuki, and I found it originally on this site at the bottom of the page. She also has a website of her own at: but you won’t find any dolls there, it’s for her pixel art and avatar designs which are truly amazing to see… It’s amazing the detail work she has placed into them, which is reflected I think really well in her talents in making this Succubus doll…

I just wish that there was some way to have one of my own…

Please visit her site and enjoy!


Aug 28 2010

Time for a Morrigan Aensland YouTube…

It’s been a little bit since I found a Morrigan Aensland YouTube that I liked. Some of them are really not that wonderful to watch regrettably… It’s actually kind of upsetting that such a powerful Succubus sometimes has poor images and tales of her made… However, this week I found one that had her as the Babe of the Week…

And as always, in case of non-embedding:

Just a really nice set of images of Morrigan, save for one which is rather obvious in the middle of the video as you can see when you watch it.



Aug 27 2010

Art of the Soul Stripper

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

But first, the art itself:

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

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

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

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

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


Aug 26 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 140

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

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

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

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

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

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

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