Dec 30 2009

A Poor Attempt at a Succubus Costume…

I wish that some costume makers would put a smidgen of thought into their creations. I mean how much thought do you have to put into a costume of a Succubus?

This costume is called Ms. Demon. I shall not start ranting over that name for it. Ms. Demoness might have worked better, but we are stuck with what they came up with aren’t we?

What you get in this set is a pair of sequined devil horns, A satin dress, zipped in the back with see-through shoulder straps. The skirt is attached to the outfit permanently as well.

And that’s it.

No tail, no gloves, and the shoes and fishnets are not included either. So if you want something to add to this, that’s extra.

This costume sells for approximately $35 USD on several sites on the web.

But really, is this worth buying? I suppose as a safe for kids costume it would fit the bill, though I think that otherwise I wouldn’t even consider this as an option.

I’ll admit that the horns are, just a little bit, tempting just for the pokieness of them.

If I had to wear something in public that didn’t push the envelope of sexy, I suppose that this costume would fit the bill.

But, so could any red mini that I own. And most likely I would be happier I think.

I’ll give this one pitchfork out of five, mostly because of the “wear it anywhere” look of it…

I’m hoping that next year will bring costumes that are more promising than what I have found this year…


Dec 29 2009

Temptations XXXXI – The Grotto – Part iX

The story of the Grotto has to back up somewhat now to allow another player to enter the fray. This will take a little while to show, but there are moments within it that ask questions some don’t necessarily want to answer…


Temptations XXXXI – The Grotto – Part iX

By TeraS and Darkside

The car pulled into the library, parking some distance from the door. The driver’s door opened, and the driver stepped out. Breathing in the evening air, he looked towards the setting sun before heading towards the library door. He looked back at the car for a moment and saw thin tendrils trailing from him. A sharp glance down confirmed the source as the sleeves of his trenchcoat. He drew himself up and meditated for a moment. The leak was still there, just less so, so he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a pair of leather gloves. With those on, the leak was stopped. He watched the shadows dissipate and headed in.

“It has to be here, I can feel it.” I muttered. Obviously I’m short on time, I can feel the decay, though contained for now. I entered the library and headed towards the strongest source of energy I could find. The book I needed had to be there, after all, magical tomes were extradinarily rare. But if the shadowmancer’s spellbook wasn’there…

Well, I still had some time…

He passed down row after row of books, the pull of the energy in the library almost overwhelming him as he walked. Then he felt the direction of the power shift to his right and he looked down an aisle to catch a glimpse of a mass of raven hair disappearing at the other end of the aisle.

Then the power was no longer in the aisle and it was fading away again. He moved towards the woman that he had just glimpsed. She must be holding the book. It was the only logical explanation.

The isle opened into a sitting area in the middle of the library. A set of four jet black leather couches faced each other in a square. In the center a single vase stood holding a single red rose in it.

On one of the couches a woman sat looking at him as he entered her space.

She held a thin book in her hands. But it wasn’t the book that was interesting. The woman was by far. It wasn’t possible, but there she was. A Succubi. From the look of it a powerful one. She was dressed in a tight red mini dress that clung to her curves invitingly. Her red horns glinted in the raven black of her hair. The long red tail swished in the air behind her as she relaxed on the couch seemingly waiting for him.

Her red lips were parted slightly in a slightly amused smile and her so green eyes looked deep within him.

She crossed her long legs to dangle a heel lazily from one foot.

Then she said in a husky voice, “Welcome to my Library…. I am Tera…. I am the Queen… This is my realm and my will is supreme… You have a wish… A need… What is that want….. And are you willing to proceed?”


Even in a place as dark as this, I knew better than to screw with a Succubus. Especially one that radiated this kind of energy. Well, if a being of this power had claimed the area, I might’ve lucked out. I sat across from Tera and looked her in the eye, keeping my eyes off her foot. I had to play this carefully, if I wanted to come out of this at all.

“It’s not a matter of will, or want. It’s a matter of existance. I need the Shadowmancer’s Index. I am in a state of increasing entropy, and if I don’t find it soon I’ll cease to exist. Simple, no? Is it here, do you have it? I felt dark energy here, but were you simulating it?”

I leaned back and drew in the dark. The lack of light made living easier, and I suspected that was intentional on her part. I reached in my coat, took out a pen and started twirling it, watching the Succubus for a response.

Tera listened to his words and then said, “I have many books in my collection… The one you seek I have as well… The question is of course… What do you offer for the right to the book?”

She leaned against the armrest of the couch she sat in and then added, “My powers have blanketed this place for more time than you can imagine… You will find it impossible to locate the book yourself as my energies dampen the book’s…”

She watched as he absorbed some of the darkness around them and then said, “You are welcome to gather some energy if you need it… I do allow snacking in the library…”

When he twirled the pen she smiled and said, “Lovely device you have there… Quite beautiful really… If you are worried that I might sneak into your mind and alter you… I won’t… You have larger issues than that…”

She curled up on the couch and placed the book on her lap. One slim finger tapped the cover of the book and she asked, “A simple question for you then… What are you willing to give me for the book… Or do you want me to tell you what I want for it?”

I could feel that damn book, like tendrils of black smoke in a cloud of steam, but she could easily emulate it as she had before. “I don’t need ownership, just access. As much as I’d like to learn everything in the book, I only need the notes on stability. As for payment, I’m not wealthy, but I doubt you want money.” I laughed”

I smiled, “Thanks. You won’t notice anything missing, of course, the darkness just lets me connect to the Void without burning more than I take.”

“Hm? The pen?” At the mention, I stopped twirling it and looked at it. “Nothing special, I’m just a fan of the ink. Hell, you can have it if you’d like, I can always get more. I just twirl them when I’m nervous. Or bored. As for my mind…” I chuckled, “That would be one trick, let me tell you. But I do indeed have larger issues.”

As I continued to draw power from the Void, I considered. The pen would be too simple, and she could have it anyway. But what then? I put the pen away and leaned forward, “Let’s make a deal, then. My life in exchange for…?”

Tera smiled and said, “In exchange for what… A promise of something that I will claim later from you? Too obvious… A moment of passion taken from you? Too simple. An opportunity to alter you to my tastes? Too boring really…”

She lifted the book into the air and said, “I want some truths from you my dear… Answer the questions and actions I ask here and now and the book is yours… Lie or cheat and the book is lost…”

Her eyes focused on him, “It’s a simple enough task isn’t it? Unless of course all that darkness within you has removed that ability from you….”

Her tail raised over her shoulder and then seemed to tilt to one side and consider him, “Has it? Or are you lost in more ways then one?”

“Shadowmancy is not an evil art, just a dark one.” I melded with the shadows and ported from across Tera to the couch nest to hers, leaving black wisps behind. “So ask, then.

Tera curled up on the couch and nodded her head slightly, “I did not suggest evil my dear… There is evil and then there is darkness… The difference is important in the universe you know…”

She rested her arm on the couch back and then placed her head on her hand. The book she placed on the couch between them where he could easily see that it was indeed the book he wanted. She asked him, “Why not the light?”

“Oh, I know. I have personal experience there.”

I looked at the book, but wasn’t stupid enough to try grab it.

“I actually fell into the dark, so to speak. When I was in college, a professor of mine took my as an aide to the Amazon to study undiscovered territory. The team he assembled was mostly academics, me and a few other mules, and a handful of guides. Long story short, we got ambushed and seperated, I fled into a ruin, and tried to find an unseiged exit. Instead I found this power and got everyone back.” I shrugged. “It suits me anyway, I’ve always preferred things quieter and dimmer than most people.”

Tera nodded slightly, “Quieter and dimmer… But not that it consumes you totally…. Have you the lust and wants of your past or are they dampened now? Are you willing to have a moment of pleasure for yourself or are you content with things as they are?”

Her finger touched the book and she said, “You know that there will be a cost. Are you prepared to pay it?”

“My nature is largely unchanged, which is a relief. My physical form is only changed in that food and energy are largely interchangable.

“As to the second pair of questions, of course, though my attention right now is focused on securing my survival, and no, for the same reason.”

I laughed. “As long as my life is worth living afterwards, yes. That is, after all, my goal.”


Some goals shouldn’t be met…


Dec 28 2009

Storm Clouds XXXIV – 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 Nine editing this week as I haven’t quite got the description of the killer in this story as I want them to be…


Storm Clouds

Chapter 7

By TeraS

“Thomas, talk to me.”

Camilla stood there, looking quite concerned. Tom found himself looking at her, not with the panic he had at first, but, instead, with an odd curiosity.

He let out a snort, “I’m good. You wouldn’t understand.”

“That you lost someone close to you? That you where hurt? Still are? Always will be?”

Tom didn’t answer that. He could, but he felt like she was getting into something that she had no right to. So instead of answering, he turned away from her and looked at the landscape around him.

The rows and rows of grave markers made it clear that this was a place of rest for those who had passed on. For a moment, he wondered how someone like Camilla could be killed, and then shoved that thought away.

It wasn’t something that he needed to think about.

Camilla frowned, “You haven’t got a lock on pain, Thomas. No one does. Not ever.”

He thrust his hands into his pockets, “Alright, I’ll assume that you are telling me the truth and that you aren’t going to kill me.” He heard her coming closer. Passing him, she nodded as her tail moved from side to side behind her. “Why me?”

Her tail stopped, “That’s not for me to tell you. If you want to know, you’ll have to ask Tera about that.”

He managed a smile, “Passing the buck or thinking that I can’t handle it?”

A shrug, “Both.”

He walked up to her, looking at how she had changed. She was still the girl he had met not that long ago, just with some optional extras added to her. If he overlooked those, she was still a woman… No. That was wrong. She was what she was, but she didn’t lie to him … that one thing made her trustworthy.

“Alright. I’ll talk to her later. Camila, what … why are you?”

She rubbed her hands along the side of her dress, “We aren’t all evil, nor are we all good. We make choices just like you do. Sometimes they are good ones, sometimes they are bad ones, but we choose to do and be what we are.”

“Nice speech.”

She winked, “Thanks… Been working on that for centuries, actually.”

“Now how about the unvarnished truth?”

She nodded, “In short, I believe we are in limbo between light and dark, that both want us and both are afraid of us. You can think of us as wildcards, Thomas, but there is one thing, one promise that we have made that we can’t forget … people like you have to make your own choices, decisions, and actions …”

He put a hand up: “I didn’t choose to be here.”

“Oh yes you did. You chose to come. You chose to knock on the door. You chose to see what you could find out. All of that was your choice.” She waved a hand, “All of this followed because it had to; you would have never accepted a lie…”

He thought about that and came to the decision that she was right. He wouldn’t have let this lie, ignored it, moved on. That wouldn’t have happened because it was not his nature to do that.

“Besides giving me the breadcrumbs to find you, why did you pick me?”

Camilla shook her head, “Can’t say.”

A question came to him, “Tell me something. Are there angels and all that other stuff?”

“Yes. Angels, devils, dragons, faeries, and more are all real. It’s just that your world has forgotten about the wonders around it … most of the time.”

“So what are you, exactly.”

She looked almost embarrassed, “Beings like me are Succubi, Thomas. There are Incubi here as well.”

He arched an eyebrow, “I’ve heard of those.”

“No. You have heard of something like us, not us.”


“A Succubus or Incubus kills through sex. We don’t. We gave that up ages ago just to be able to be who what we are right now; independent beings that serve no one.”

Tom thought that over, “Okay, so you split away and you do what you want.”

A slight nod.

“That’s dangerous, Camilla. No rules means nothing to control you.”

A smile, “But there is: one very important thing, Thomas. We know the past. We won’t go back to it again.”

Tom wiped a hand over his eyes, “You know that this is all too much to take in.”

Her hand was soft and gentle on his shoulder, “You are, really, one of the few people that can handle this, Thomas. Most people would be screaming and running in circles at this point.”

“What makes you think I won’t?”

“Curiosity … You want to know the secrets. Your mind is wanting to know answers to questions you have had since the day you were born. Most of all, you won’t let yourself back down from a fight, Thomas.”

Tom thought that over for a while. It was true that he was wondering about a lot of things … more than he wanted to be. But three things came to the forefront. He had a mystery. He had a job to do … and he had a promise to keep.

He looked her straight in the eye, “I need a partner in this; someone who knows the lay of the land; someone who will watch my back.”

She nodded, “You always will in our world.”

He offered his hand, “I … I will trust you Camilla. I trust that you will watch out for me.”

She took his hand, “I promise. I want a promise from you, too: wherever this goes, whoever did it, whatever it takes, you won’t walk away.”

They shook on it and then Tom asked, “Where are we? Fill me in.”

“You are in what you would understand as our cemetery.” She pointed towards the mountain covered in fog at the edge of the markers, “It continues far up the mountain, almost to the very top. Everyone whom we can return home is here. Some never return and we are less for that. Otherwise, from the first of us to the last of us, our bodies rest here.”

Then she pointed into the distance to Tom’s right where three figures collected themselves around a marker, “Her family is up there.”

“Let’s go. I want to talk to them.”

It took them a good fifteen minutes of walking before Thomas got his first good look at Patricia’s family. Her husband was talking to their children, trying to explain to them, Thomas assumed, what had happened and why their Mother would not be returning to them.

The husband was a short blonde man, unassuming, someone you wouldn’t look twice at in the street. He wore a darker suit, in comparison to the children. Looking at the children, Tom was struck with the realization that neither of them had horns or tails.

“Why don’t the kids have horns and a tail like you — or their father, for that matter?”

“They haven’t decided if they want to be like us. So they are simply children with their own ideas and goals. If they decide to become like us, then they’ll have to go through the ceremony and be picked by a Tail.”

“Picked? By a Tail? How does that work?”

She shook her head, “I’ll explain later. Not in front of the children. We protect them from what we are so that they can make up their own minds…”

With that, Camilla’s horns and tail shimmered and vanished, but her clothing remained transformed. As they came within earshot of Patricia’s family she added, “I’d thank you not to talk about it please.”

Tom nodded, but resolved to ask Camilla more questions about their rules later. After all, rules were meant to be broken in the eyes of some people … Reaching the father, Tom offered his hand, “My sympathies upon your loss, sir.”

The other man stood and paused for a moment before taking the offered hand, “Thank you. Name’s ‘Brent.’” The grip was firm but not overwhelming, although Tom had the distinct feeling that he was being judged at that moment by this man.

A nod, “Tom. I’d like some of your time.”

Camilla went to the kids, soon hugging them and drawing their attention away from Tom and their father. She gave him a nod, and Tom took that as his chance to start his questioning, assuming that Brent agreed.

Brent spoke to the kids, “Okay you two, go with Auntie Camila; her friend wants to talk to me. Now be good, right?”

A chorus of, “Yes Father”, and then Camilla and the kids began to walk towards a path leading away from the grave markers.

Brent then rested a hand on the marker which Tom now saw had Patricia’s name on it, “I’ve been told that you are looking into my wife’s death. I’ve been told that Tera asked you to do this. That true?”

“She did, I was investigating before I knew about what you people are. She’s hard to say ‘no’ to…”

A chuckle: “She’s the Queen. Rarely pushes people, mostly suggests and guides when needed. But she has always let people choose to disappoint her or not.”

“Have you?”

“I’ve disappointed myself.”

Storm Clouds

Chapter 8

By TeraS

Tom was not exactly surprised by those words. Survivors usually blamed themselves for things that happened to their loved ones. Some couldn’t handle the pain and didn’t stay in the world, taking what they thought was the easy way out. Others became vigilantes, trying to take an ounce of flesh or more from the person, persons, or thing that took what they loved away. Tom’s concern was a being of power losing control and wrecking havoc.

A being like Brent.

Tom started where he needed to, “Why? What could you have done?”

Brent placed his right fist into the palm of his left hand, “I could have been with her. I could have stopped it.”

“So why weren’t you?”

For a moment, just a moment, a shadow fell over Brent’s face as he replied, “Because I was stupid enough to get trapped in a ward set by a mage.”

“Explain that.”

A pair of black horns shimmered into view at Brent’s temples and his black tail formed behind him, that tail almost lifeless, not moving as Tom had seen Camilla’s do almost constantly.

“Summonings are a bitch. Any idiot with the right book and a fragment of knowledge can summon us into their world. They can summon anything. The stupider ones go and summon beings that they can’t control and then in a panic they summon another being to try and save their worthless hides.”

“Which were you?”

A snort: “The latter. The ass summoned a Darkweaver: ugly horrid tentacle thing that likes to hide in shadows and kill the unwary that get too close. The ass summoned it thinking that he would use it to kill a rival. He didn’t expect that it would try to eat him instead.”

Brent rubbed his fist twice, “So in the middle of that happening, he grabbed his book and tossed out a summoning spell with no focus. I was unlucky enough to be nearby and got dragged into it.”

Tom held up a hand, “You haven’t said where you were.”

“You remember that house that burned to a crisp on the lower west side the same night that … that Patricia left me?”

A nod was Tom’s answer. That was in the papers. A two story, hundred year old house went up that night. One body was found in the mess, the morgue didn’t even bother trying to identify it; there was not a lot left.

“I was the closest supernatural being to him, so I went from being at home with the kids to standing in the middle of a bloodbath. The mage didn’t last five seconds after I got there. The Darkweaver then turned its attention to me and I had to kill it…. Otherwise it would get loose in the city. Couldn’t let that happen.”


He laughed, “Because the Queen forbids it. She says that we’ll never get recognition for what we do, but someday it will matter. So I cornered it in the basement, lit some hellfire in the floor to surround it and then burned the place to the ground.”


Brent didn’t flinch at that, “Burn it or let others die, me first, then whomever got in its way. Arson was the quickest way to stop it. So I did it. You can take me to jail for that if you want.”

Tom pushed on, “You have more important things to deal with. And two kids to look after.”

The tears that formed in Brent’s hurt eyes were something that Tom had seen before.

Brent wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, “I couldn’t leave until I was sure that thing was dead. I stayed in the flames watching the place turn to ash because I had to be sure it was gone. When the fire department had the flames under control and I couldn’t sense anything else there, I portaled out back to our home. When I came through I … I felt her die.”

This was confusing to Tom, “How could you do that?”

Brent started to play with a silver ring on his right hand, “She was more than my wife. She was … is… my Eternal as I am hers. When something happens, something really bad, we know…”

Tom took that at face value, “Why didn’t you go to her?”

Brent gave him a look, “I did, dammit! I portaled as close as I could and ran to her, but the mall cops were there trying to save her and I couldn’t reveal myself, not even to save her. Then your people arrived and it was far too late to do anything more …”

Tom could see the anger in Brent’s eyes, “If I had left, if I had just assumed the fire would have done its job, if I wasn’t so focused on that … thing … I might have felt her in trouble and gotten there sooner, taken her back here and our healers might have saved her …”

Tom felt like he was walking on eggshells, “You won’t believe me, but I know what you mean. Do yourself a favor … get yourself together and real quick. You have two kids that need their father right now. If you forget them I’ll slap you myself so that you remember.”

The dangerous look in Brent’s eyes vanished at the mention of his children, “They have no idea what’s really happened, or it hasn’t hit them yet … what the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“Be a father. Be their father. At least you have that to comfort you Brent. I wasn’t that lucky …”

Brent looked off in the distance where Camilla and the children had vanished behind a small rise moments before, “Luck? I’m all out of that. All that’s left is …”

“Is getting on your feet, making sure those kids of yours know that you are going to be there for them, and that their mother loves them. Not loved.”

A nod, “They know. They’ve always known that. It was the first thing we said when we found them.”

Tom’s reply held a question he had, “Adopted. Camilla told me but not why.”

“One of the things that marks us is that we can’t have kids. Legend has it that as part of the price for being free, the pound of flesh that was taken in return was that we would never have our own. But like any being that deals with contracts, a loophole was found. They never said that we couldn’t adopt them.”

Tom smirked, “Nice. Good deed in place of a bad one. So you got your freedom and then took it upon yourselves to … what? Take kids you wanted to fill a void in you?”

Brent’s tail, for the first time, rose into the air and then pointed itself at Tom, “No. We go through the same steps that you would to adopt them. We don’t cheat and we don’t pick. Every single one of them is loved by all of us. We’ll protect them, let them choose their own way no matter what.”

“And if they choose not to be like you?”

Brent’s tail drooped a bit, “Then they choose that. We stay with them in your world as long as we can. At least until they have their own lives to lead. Then we fade away from them.”

“That hurts doesn’t it?”

Brent sighed, “More than you know. We still watch over them, watch them grow old and then … then we mourn them… It’s a lousy life when you have to watch your kids pass on before you do.”

Tom asked the obvious question, “How old are you, really?”

“Going on three millennia.”

“Holy Crap!”

Brent chuckled, “Pretty much. Seen a lot, loved just one, and now I don’t know what the future brings to us.”

“You hoping that the kids follow you?”

Another nod, “Have to. But I won’t push them, not an inch. They’ll know when the time is right and then … then if they want it, its theirs freely.”

“And if not?”

Brent’s tail and horns shimmered and vanished again, “Then it will be like a dream to them and they’ll continue in their lives never knowing the truth. But I will, and I’ll still be their father.”

Tom considered that; knowing that even beings of power believed in free choice was a small comfort. He wanted to continue to a question about Patricia. But before he could, Brent started walking off in the direction of the kids.

“Sorry Tom, I know that they are safe, but I don’t want to be away from them.”

Tom caught up with him in a couple of strides, “Would you tell me what Patricia did for a living? That might give me a place to start.”



Brent nodded, “Nothing. She stayed home, looked after the kids and that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“And you?”

He reached into a pocket and then handed a card to Tom, “You won’t believe it.”

Tom looked at the card and didn’t believe it. There in black and white was proof that the universe had a wicked sense of humor. The card read, “Brent B. The Daily Times. Gossip.” It was so weird that he asked, “So tell me then, who’s the mayor seeing?”

Brent’s eyes actually had a spark of mischief in them, “If I told you, you’d fall over from shock.”

Putting the card away, Tom sighed, “Probably. I don’t believe the porn star rumor myself.”

Brent had a look like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, so Tom asked, “You make enemies over your job?”

That question brought Brent to a sudden stop and then he shook his head, “Nah, they wouldn’t do something like this over something so trivial.”

“Who’s they?”

As the two of them crested over the hill, the answer wasn’t what Tom expected…

“It would be easier to list the ones that aren’t …”

Storm Clouds

Chapter 9

By TeraS

There are two sides to every story. There is a dark side and a light side to the universe. This was the way things were from the beginning.

But, in one part of it

the Dark was


It watched those who call themselves Succubi and Incubi with distaste. Such beings did not do the things that they should, did not make souls choose the wrong thing at the wrong time in hopes of damning them utterly.

The balance was, the Dark knew, tipping ever so slightly towards the light. Its power would, given time, wane

This was something that could not be allowed to continue.

The pawns that had been placed into motion had removed one piece from the board of play. It was not enough to alter them all. This was disturbing because, from what the Dark knew of them, it expected those that it wanted changed to fall towards damning of their own accord.

But instead of seeing great numbers of them doing so nothing was happening as it should. Oh, there were some who were turned slightly, but the ones who mattered didn’t budge from what their Queen had declared to be herand through her, theirdestiny.

The Dark looked at the other pawns in the game, knowing that at least one would have to be sacrificed for its plan to succeed. But which one?

Emotions born of Dark were effective for making beings lose themselves. Be they anger, revenge, envy, fear, or similar things, they could be effective in tipping the balance.

Seeing that one pawn in particular wanted a kind of revenge, Dark slipped into the world and made its way towards that one who, it believed, would be affected by persuasion whether aware of it or not.

It found the pawn sitting on a park bench looking at a newspaper. It was almost child’s play to alter a story deep within the pages to leave a clue for them to follow. The story that had to do with a fire in the city that appeared to be arson, a story Dark changed just a bit.

While there had been no evidence of what caused the fire, a mention was added about a witness who claimed to have seen a man enter the building and then leave just before the fire started.

A small, almost insignificant change, but to the one who was reading it it would make them question what they had been told and who had said the words.

The article was read, the paper crushed and then left behind on the grass as the pawn stormed off in the direction of a certain brownstone building.

The Dark made that paper burn in an acidsmelling flame before leaving that pawn and appearing to one of its own, special ones.  It arrived at an old run-down trailer park on the northern edge of the city, not too far away, but far enough that the crawling evil within the walls was unseen by those who could sense it.

But the usefulness of this corrupted human in the Dark’s affairs was ended. There were loose ends to tie up, and this was one of them.

It was elementary for the dark to pass through the walls and be within. Within was a place that the light had not seen for ages. The windows were boarded over, the light switches ripped from the walls. Nothing that could produce light remained within.

The man within the walls reveled in the blackness there.

That was his downfall and his tie to the Dark

Dec 27 2009

A Lilith Story on YouTube of Interest…

One of the things i look for is various thoughts and ideas on Lilith and her story. A video was posted on YouTube that touches upon her story in some interesting ways…

And in case the embedding doesn’t work:–iQ

I realize that the ideas of this video’s creator touch on some aspects of Lilith’s myth in ways that are not what we normally see. I can see parts of what I have as my mythos for the Collective Succubi with it.

I pause at the use of Succubi from other media, like anime, Warcraft and so on, as that is more in the vein of Succubi and not strictly that of Lilith herself.

But really there is little image-wise to locate on her, so I can see why they would do so…

Something to think about at least…


Dec 26 2009

Less a Succubus Sticker than Succubus Art…

I really do wish that I had the talent to draw, there are so many Succubi ideas in my mind that I wish I could make real…

Looking today for something Succubus-like in Zazzle today I found this:

The Succubus by Haunting Visions This piece of art is by the artist Haunting Visions, and is available as a sticker on the Zazzle website here.

It’s a wonderful piece of art, but the white, blanked out eyes do bother me somewhat…

The other thing is the lack of horns or tails on this Succubus, just a set of wings which by themselves isn’t exactly overpoweringly Succubus-like…

I’d love to see this artist create another Succubus with the missing details, as they would add to this I think. I also think that the eyes need to be something more than they are for, as they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul…

She needs a little bit of the Succubus soul in her…


Dec 25 2009

The Succubi Queen’s Christmas Manip – A Christmas Spanking for a Succubus

It’s Christmas time again, and so, this will be the 2009 Succubi Christmas Manip from me this year…

Just click on the image here and you’ll be taken to the full size image…

I want to thank James so so much for the story here, as it is really his with a few little additions that I placed into it at the end of the story. Without his help in the rhyme and meter of the work, I know quite well that it would not be half as wonderful as it is now…

So I will wish you all a Happy Christmas, all of the joys of the season, and may all of your dreams and wishes come true, now and in the future…

And for those that want to read the poem here:

Ow! I got spanked by Santa Claus

By JHB with some small help by TeraS

Ow! I just got spanked by Santa Claus

right next to the Christmas tree just now.

He brought gifts to the Realm

and I hoped to overwhelm

him with a look, my curves,

my tail, then climb him like an elm,


Ow! I just got spanked by Santa Claus

when I tried to slip into his pants.

One twinkle from my eyes

and his pants soon held a prize,

and within seconds that

gift was this shapely succubi’s,


Ow! I just got spanked by Santa Claus!

Seems he gets real randy in that sleigh.

When I peeled off his suit,

old St. Nick went for my loot.

First off, he spanked, and

then he yanked my tail ‘cuz it’s so cute!


Ow! I just got spanked by Santa Claus!

Now my corset matches my red bum.

The fat man’s gone, I curse,

knowing that might make things worse

I’m on his naughty

list and have this tender ass to nurse,


Ow! I just got spanked by Santa Claus!

Still, he left nice gifts under my tree.

Two gifts he knew I’d need

–one was knit and one was tweed–

tail cozies for those

winter winds.  Oh, what a thoughtful deed!


Ow! I just got spanked by Santa Claus!

Tail cozies do more than keep me warm.

They make me want much more.

It’s not just my bum that’s sore.

I’m horny all the

time. My pussy’s dripping on the floor,


Ow! I just got spanked by Santa Claus!

Other gifts are opened, one by one:

sex toys, clothes with skin-tight fit

all to make guys and gals submit.

A sweet spanking led to lots of fun!

‘Cause naughty gifts are worth being naughty for!

Happy Holidays!!


Dec 24 2009

Succubi Image of the Week 105

It’s the day before Christmas on a Succubi’s Tale, and you would expect that the Succubi Image of the Week would have a Succubus dressed up for Christmas wouldn’t you?

You would be correct!

A Sophie The Succubus ChristmasThere is a story to tell about this image for those that are not aware of it… This is the mascot of Reaper Miniatures, her name is Sophie… Sophie the Succubus to be exact…

She is the source of a series of small metal figurines that they produce, and as part of that, they release a Christmas edition of Sophie each year for the past several ones. But this year is a little different as with the figurine itself, they have also shown some artwork that the figurine is based on. Of course, this art is the one that is this week’s Succubi of the Week…

She is the creation of the artist Bob Ridolfi. whom I think has done some lovely work with Sophie and other designs over the years…

I love the mistletoe that she is holding in her wing claw and the expression on her lips and in her eyes in this artwork is, to me, just perfect for a Succubus showing her come-hither look…

If you want to see the result of this art as a figurine, click here to go to the Reaper Miniatures website page.

Happy Holidays!