Nov 30 2010

Temptations 88

Food is a temptation isn’t it? The Succubi Queen likes a lot of things…


Temptations 88

By TeraS and JHB

“Well, that’s just fine.  I have no fondness for anchovies myself.  I’m willing to try just about any other topping . . . once, at least.  And I would never presume to be so rude as to turn down your hospitality, so I’m up for whatever you’d like to serve.

Sometime, soon, though, I may insist on cooking for you, and I hope that will be o.k.”

Tera casually waved a hand in the direction of the West Wing of the Library and it’s exit to the Realm as she said, “Then you will of course have to at some point return with me to my home in the Realm…”

Turning to the AngelKitty she said, “A picnic basket please… Finger sandwiches and such would be a pleasant thing to enjoy today…”

The AngelKitty scribbled something down on the pad it was carrying, and then fluttered off into the skies above the library a moment later. Then Tera offered him her hand as she said, “So… Which shall it be? Forest… Lake… Or Field for the picnic?”

She continued to smile as she awaited his reply…

He really did enjoy her smile.

Being only baguely acquainted with Realm geography, but anxious for new experiences, he replied, “The Forest sounds intriguing.  May we go there, and will you tell me more, please?”

Tera nodded enthusiastically as she replied, “The forest in the summer is quite lovely you know…. Though some people that visit it are rather confused by the colours of the trees and leaves within it…”

She began to lead him towards the exit as she continued, “I suppose that you are aware that most Succubi are supposed to gain energy and so forth from the consumption of souls?”

She waved her free hand in the direction they were heading, “We have found a different way to survive.. Yes there is a certain amount of energy that we can absorb with sex, but we have seen that in truth, energy is all around us and so… With some effort, we can survive on food like you do, but as well we live with nature, taking some small amount of the life energies around us as our sustenance…”

Seeing that was probably confusing, Tera continued, “For example… There is near my home in the Realm an ancient Maple tree from Earth… I spend many an afternoon beneath it’s shade reading the books of the library to it and learning from the old spirit within it… In turn I take a small amount of it’s energy in trade to sustain me… But never without thanking it for what it gives in return…”


Oddly enough, there is an old maple tree near my home that I sit under now and then and talk to the universe for a while…


Nov 29 2010

Storm Clouds 100 – 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 16 edits this week and Camilla gets a bit evil which worries Tom to no end… And while this isn’t actually the 100th written update of Storm Clouds, is it what it is…


Storm Clouds 100

Chapter 14

By TeraS

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

That bothered him.

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

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

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

Tom hoped that it wouldn’t.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it? I don’t think so. I have …”

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

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

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

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

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

“You did not have to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, you give them a pass?”

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

“But what?”

“I asked Billy for a favor.”

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

“I can’t say.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Then we should find more.”

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

“You will be wrong then.”

“I’ll have to live with that.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Storm Clouds

Chapter 15

By TeraS

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 she recognized the problem with that lie: he’d ask to see the horns come off or the makeup be pulled away. Then another thing came to her: she had 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 even 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 thing:  it would be disastrous if beings like her, the ones that were thought of as being legends, were discovered to be quite real. Her next thought was that Tera was going to kill her … or, even worse, be disappointed in her, and that thought was much worse than the first one she’d 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.  She didn’t say anything else for the moment, in part 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’s … 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 even now he found this impossible to believe–demons in his world. That still didn’t sit right with him.

Then he made a decision and turned the car to follow it. 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 idea would fit into his world a hell of a lot better than the other one, which kept prodding 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.” John made a hard right and continued to drive, occasionally looking in the mirror at Jane.

Jane did so, not so much out of caution, but to try and lull him into what she hoped would be a false sense of security. The pair didn’t say another word to each other for the rest of the drive, but Jane was curious about where they were going and what John was planning.

Their destination was clear when he made a left and drove down a ramp into an underground garage. They dropped down four floors and then came to a stop in front of a garage door.  John pressed a button on an intercom and just said his name to it. The door rolled up, they entered, and Jane looked behind to see the door close again.

After parking in one of several spaces there, John helped Jane out of the car.  “Don’t try to run. You can’t get out, and there are cameras watching us. Just stay calm, all right?”

Jane didn’t feel calm, but she nodded her head in understanding when he took a hold of her arm and guided her away from the car.

Two sets of double doors, one short elevator ride, and Jane found herself in an examination room. After she was offered a chair there, John left the room and Jane heard the door lock behind him as he left.

Jane tried to figure out a way to escape before he came back, but there were no windows, no exits but the one they had come through. She tried to teleport from the room … but nothing happened.

With a sigh she walked over to a small mirror that hung on one wall and looked herself over. The horns she recognized as her own, but everything else wasn’t her. She found herself missing the familiar eyes, face, and body that she had known for centuries … and wondering if she would ever see them again.

John hadn’t returned, and she found herself trying to figure out what trap she had sprung back in that house. It was a magic trap, obviously, a powerful one if it had locked her into this form and taken away her powers … She couldn’t change her appearance, couldn’t teleport, couldn’t cast a spell or use her powers of seduction …

Or could she? Running a finger over her lips, she considered whether or not she should try to seduce John, try to confuse him long enough to make her escape. It seemed like an option.

Then the door opened, and John walked in with someone else …

“Well there she is, Doc. What do you think?”

Jane turned to see John standing there with another man, who was obviously “Doc.” This older man with thick glasses and a gruff voice answered, “Well, she’s alive, John; something I don’t see a lot of anymore.” Then he walked over to her, looked her over for a minute, and then said, “So, you want to tell us who you are and why you look like someone he knows? Oh, and, if you want, tell us how it is that you have horns on your head?”

Jane shrugged, “He knows my name.”

Doc nodded, “Right. Jane. You have a last name?”

She shrugged again, “Call me Jane Doe.” She paused and then, remembering the description of the person whom Camilla had met when claiming Patricia, bit her lip. For a moment, she considered thanking him for looking after her sister, but decided that would be too much information to give them. Then she said, “You’ve seen enough of us, haven’t you?”

Doc pulled back a bit from that comment and softened his approach slightly: “Look, just because I work in a morgue doesn’t mean that I’m not a doctor, okay?”

She rubbed her hands together a moment and then said, “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for.”

Doc then turned around and pushed John out the door. Then he tossed a gown to her. “Get dressed in that. I’ll have a nurse in here to examine you in a few minutes.”

Jane watched him leave, watched the door close, and heard it lock again, and then she smiled.

Outside the room, Doc and John waited patiently for a nurse to arrive to actually perform the physical. Regulations were that such things had to be done by a woman–for various legal reasons nether of them cared to try to figure out. It was a lot less stress to just do it and avoid the investigations, should they come.

The sound of footsteps on tile made them both look to see a redhead in a nurse’s uniform come around the corner. Doc nodded at her, “Good day, Patti. Sorry to keep you here at work, but I need you to do something for me.”

She gave a nod, “Sure, Doc. What’s going on?”

He pointed a finger in the direction of the room that Jane was in, “Do a physical on the woman in there, please. Her name’s Jane Doe.”

She looked at Doc oddly, but nodded and walked away from the pair, who turned to the other side of the corridor and entered Doc’s office. Doc opened a drawer of one of the filing cabinets and pulled out a bottle of whisky. When he offered it to John, the reply was a shake of his head.

Doc, nonetheless, opened the bottle and poured some into a coffee cup, “So, you got a mystery, don’t you? She tell you anything yet? I mean, other than a name that can’t possibly be her name?”

“Nothing much. I mean, she looks like Jenni, but it’s not her. I know that for certain, because Jenni is at headquarters. Otherwise, I don’t have a damn clue what is going on here, Doc.”

There were two quick knocks, and Doc didn’t even look up as a muffled voice came through the door, “All ready for you, Doctor; report is in your inbox, the door is locked, and she’s safe there. If you don’t need me, I’m running late and want to take off.”

Doc called out, “Go home, Patti. Thanks.”

They both heard the sound of her walking away. Doc finished his drink, and then the two of them left the office, Doc grabbing the report as he led the way. Opening the folder, he mumbled to himself about height, weight, and other various things. Then John asked, “What about the horns?”

Doc stopped in mid-stride, “There’s nothing here about horns.” He looked at the edge of the folder, cursed, and ran down the hallway.

They opened the door to the examining room to find Jane lying on the table, a sheet over her body, face turned towards the wall. Doc walked over and touched her on the shoulder. She rolled back towards them …

… and it wasn’t Jane.

It was Patti, a blessed-out expression on her face as she sighed, softly…

Doc took hold of her shoulders, shook her and yelled, “What happened, Patti?”

What happened was Jane.

As Doc and John realized that she was gone, Jane was exiting the building wearing Patti’s nursing uniform. Quickly walking to the curb, she hailed a cab and drove away, a satisfied smile on her lips as she recalled what had happened with the nurse moments before …

Storm Clouds

Chapter 16

By TeraS

The taxi carrying Tom and Camilla pulled up to a small newspaper stand on the corner of Broadway and Lakeshore Boulevard. From the outside, it didn’t look remarkable in any real way. The sides of it were old sheets of plywood nailed together ages ago, hooks and shelves holding various magazines and newspapers, attempting to get the attention of the passersby, that they might have a look and see what was offered.

The pair got out of the cab and it left, leaving them looking at the person who was running the stand.  A frail-looking man sat on a milk crate surrounded by his wares, a pair of dark glasses over his eyes and a white cane in his right hand, a working man’s pair of jeans and a sweater keeping him warm in the breeze around the place. Camilla asked Tom, “This is a suspect?”

Tom nodded and mumbled, “Sort of,” then just walked over to the stand. Without saying a word, he reached out a hand towards one of the more adult magazines that sat on a shelf just behind the proprietor. His fingers were about to touch the pages when a gruff voice barked, “Listen buddy, you pay and then you play with yourself. Not the other way around.”

Tom chuckled, “Not my style, Charlie. So, where’s your wife?”

“Well, I’ll be darned; the fuzz himself. You haven’t been around here in years, cop.”

“You’ve managed to keep your nose clean, so I haven’t had a reason to bust you. Now your wife, on the other hand … what has she been up to? Anything that I should know about?”

Charlie pointed a thumb to the building behind him, “Not my business and you know it. She’s got her thing, I got mine. If you want to know, go ask her. And leave the magazine here or pay for it.”

Tom dug into a pocket, pulled out a twenty, and put it into Charlie’s hand, “Still don’t know why you stay with her.”

“Love makes you do stupid things, kid. Now git!  You standing here is messing with my business.”

Tom tucked the magazine under an arm and then motioned to Camilla to follow him. They approached a tall glass-and-steel skyscraper with a nameplate that read “TFX Incorporated” above the main doors. Camilla didn’t say anything to Tom until they were in the elevator, but then the questions started …

“What’s going on, Thomas?”

“Welcome to TFX Incorporated, the country’s biggest purveyor of porn magazines, videos, and toys of all descriptions, with a side business of laundering money for the mob–at least they did in the past. I haven’t heard anything illegal about them for about three years now.  They got their fingers burned back then; the CEO paid a huge fine and then was pushed out of the company in favour of his wife.”

“Who is that?”

“You just met him: Charlie Drake. Took a lot out of the guy and he cut himself loose from the company to keep out of jail. Plea bargains and so on.”

“Is he really blind?”

“Nope. I’m sure he was trying to look up your skirt while we were talking. He’s not a bad guy, really; circumstances took him down this road and so, now, the place is run by his wife.” Tom looked at his watch, “About now, she’ll know we’re coming up to see her.”

“What’s she like?”

Tom answered by handing Camilla the magazine and saying, “That’s her on the cover. She’s got an exhibitionist streak in her a mile wide.”

Camilla looked at the magazine in amazement. On the cover was a platinum blonde Barbie doll of a woman who looked as if she had been dipped in black liquid latex and then allowed to dry. For a moment, Camilla tried to remember if any of her Sisters looked like this, but she drew a blank. Then she realized that not even a pink tail would be that over-the-top in her appearance for whatever reason there was.

They did, after all, have a reputation.

Then there was the sound of a bell, and the doors opened to reveal the company lobby. To one side, a young blonde girl in pigtails sat at a clear plastic desk that revealed she was wearing a schoolgirl’s outfit, if over-sexualized. She was chewing bubblegum to complete the look. To the other side of the space stood eleven men in three-piece suits, holding briefcases and cell phones, their eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses. And, in the middle of the room, only a few short steps away from Camilla and Tom, the woman from the magazine stood.

She had traded in her black latex come-fuck-me look for her hair in a bun, a red, woman’s business suit–if well-open at the front to display her chest quite clearly–and a miniskirt that stopped only a finger’s width below outrageous, paired with cruel-looking red heels.

Tom looked over his shoulder at Camilla, “Say hello to Ginger.”

Camilla couldn’t help the words that came out as the elevator doors closed behind them: “If that’s Ginger, I don’t want to meet Mary Ann, thank you.”

Tom gave a slight nod to the blonde behind the desk and a grunt, “That’s Mary Ann.”

Camilla rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything else.

Ginger closed the distance between them and then with a cruel smirk on her lips purred, “Hello Dick; are you here to put me in cuffs, or are you looking for a hot three-way with your doll?”

Tom could almost feel the burn coming from Camilla at those words, but continued, “Sorry, slut.  Business is business and I can’t afford the ticket to ride.”

“Well I could give you a freebie, I like the babe with you … She must be a lot of fun when you get her screaming …”

Camilla just continued to remain quiet while the two talked, her eyes looking Ginger over, but nothing more.

Tom just smiled, “You have no idea, Ginger. Now, you want to call off your dogs so we all can have a nice chat in your office?”

She shook her head, “Nuh-uh, Dick. The boys tell me that I need them there to make sure you don’t weasel stuff out of me.”

Tom was about to press her a little harder when Camilla moved in front of him: “Oh come on, Ginger honey … If you are nice to us, you might get something from me in return …” Then she reached out a hand to stroke Ginger’s right forearm.

Camilla paused in mid-stroke and her eyes hardened. Then she focused all of her attention on Ginger, ignoring Tom for the moment.

Ginger’s eyes fluttered and then she purred, “mmm … Like what?”

Camilla moved closer, one hand now pressing the small of Ginger’s back as she purred in response, “Your pussy is all wet and needy right now, isn’t that right, slut? You would love me to be on my knees licking your twat and making you cum so hard, wouldn’t you?”

Tom moved to break the two women apart, but a sharp look from Camilla brought him up short for the moment. Something was happening but he didn’t have any idea of what it was.

Ginger shivered as she caught her breath: “You … you make me cum and then the Dick can ask his questions … nnnnn … not before …”

A lick over Ginger’s right earlobe: “Call off your boys, slut, and I’ll have you cumming for hours …” At the same time, Camilla shifted a hand to slip under Ginger’s skirt, her fingertips drawing against her shaven, panty-less pussy.

For the barest instant, as Camilla’s fingers slipped inside, Ginger’s eyes turned completely white and she spoke in an unsteady voice, “Fuck off, boys. Don’t need you.”

The assembled men looked as if they weren’t going to leave for a moment, and then approached Ginger, Camilla, and Tom. Tom was reaching into his jacket for his gun when he heard Camilla’s voice change …

That’s a good idea. You all need to do what she told you.

Then, the group of lawyers turned away stiffly before scurrying into the depths of the office. Camilla then looked at Mary Ann and purred, “Mary Ann, sweetie … You stay right there and finger yourself until we return … and nobody gets in to see Ginger …

Tom’s worries shot up another notch at Camilla’s voice. It wasn’t the pleasant sunny voice he was used to. It had changed somehow into something that reached deep inside of you and took hold of your thoughts. Shaping them. Changing them.

But while they were effecting everyone around him, Tom was only barely aware of something being wrong. He didn’t find the need to do what Camilla was telling the others.

Camilla then told Ginger, “Now, my hot wet slut, take us all to your office.

Tom followed the two women past the reception area, down a long hallway, to a pair of doors that, when opened, didn’t reveal so much an executive office as a private sex room. Once inside, he closed the door, locked and then leaned against them watching what was happening.

Camilla guided Ginger to a leather chair next to the door, making her sit in it before straddling her legs and trapping Ginger beneath her.

He was about to ask Camilla what was going on when she put a finger to her lips to keep him quiet, then returned her attention to Ginger: “Are there cameras in here, slut? Is there any way that anyone can see what is going on?

The answer was a long whine of “noooooo.”

Then, to Tom’s surprise, Camilla’s horns and tail appeared, as her clothing turned to the latex-like material it was at her home. She gave Tom a wink and then cupped Ginger’s chin with one hand before putting a finger over her pray’s lips, “You are a horny little slut, so wet and needy that your pussy aches for release … All of those thoughts in your silly little mind are draining away, slut … You can’t help it, because you are a weak little slut that needs someone to tell her what to do …

Worried that something was terribly wrong, Tom reached under his jacket again for his weapon. He still was not totally sure of Camilla, but he was sure that he didn’t know what she was capable of.

Ginger’s moans became louder as the smell of arousal began to fill the air. She started to pant in need, and the occasional mewl of need and desire escaped her mouth before Camilla pressed her lips against Ginger’s tightly, her hands now entwined in her subject’s hair.

Tom watched almost mesmerized as Ginger’s body shook and shivered underneath Camilla.  And then, to Tom’s shock, Camilla’s body shimmered and seemed to melt for an instant. In the next moment, there were two Gingers there in front of him: one of them in the latex suit from the magazine he had given Camilla, but with the same horns and tail he had seen Camilla with earlier.

The original Ginger was no longer in her business suit, but nude, save for a green metal collar around her neck. But what were truly unsettling were the white eyes that stared up almost lifelessly and the little whispers of, “I Obey” that came out in a needy voice. The latex Ginger turned to Tom and said, with Ginger’s purring voice, “Sometimes sex is the best weapon, isn’t that right, Dick?

Tom had by that point, finally gotten his gun out of its holster and was pointing it at the floor.

“Camilla. Just what is going on?”

She remained where she was and began to stroke the real Ginger’s cheek, “What’s going on is that this is Ginger’s innermost fantasy. She’s so in love with herself that she’d do anything to be able to fuck herself. So…” Her fingers took hold of Ginger’s hair and pulled her to the floor beside her. “So she is in the middle of her fondest wish. Submitting to the only person that she sees as strong enough to control her and bring her to heel.” Another pull of hair and Ginger was forced to look upwards, “Isn’t that right slut?

The answer was a whine of need and Ginger’s stroking of fingers over the latex covered legs of her new Mistress.

Tom still wasn’t convinced, “Camilla. Step away from her. This is wrong and I can’t let you continue this.”

She looked at Tom, her hand still holding Ginger’s hair, “Oh no. There you are wrong. You see, Ginger has all sorts of secrets to share. Like Mary Ann outside. She’s very interesting so far as bimbos go. But the interesting thing is how Ginger is aware of what I am Thomas. That is something I would like to know.

Tom considered that, “What do you mean she knows what you are?”

Somehow she has knowledge of our kind. Someone told her about us. I know that because when I touched her the first thing she thought was, a Succubi. How would she know what I was unless one of my kind had touched her before, or, someone has told her about us.

She gripped Ginger by the chin making her look up as her long tail swished back and forth, “And I want to know which of those it is. She will tell me what I want to know.

Nov 28 2010

A Sexy Angel and Succubus T-shirt…

One thing that I haven’t found, at least until now, was something that I liked that had an Angel and a Succubus on it.. Oh there are some items out there, but most of them aren’t classy enough or cute enough for my liking…

However, this comes so very close to that…

This work is called Perfect Balance and is the creation of an artist called Bryan C. Smoak.

The Angel has a tattoo on her leg naming her Faith, and the Succubus has one naming her as Sin, which, in the tradition sense makes a lot of sense really…

Of course the thoughts, and names, can be switched between the two without much trouble I think…

I’m not exactly sure, but this reminds me of a Poser or Daz creation in 3D… The body styles of the characters here are really quite similar to those I have seen in other works by other 3D artists…

The Succubus is of course missing a tail… I think it would have been a neat little touch if she had one and it was wrapped around the Angel’s waist holding them both together…

I think that the pair would have looked better wearing red or white high heels as well… It’s not that often that you see Succubi or Angels for that matter barefoot after all…

Nonetheless, it’s a wonderful work of art and really something I do like so very much…

The artist has this design available as a sweater on here, and you can find other items by this artist at their main page on Zazzle here.

Just a deliciously sexy work that I think works for me in so many ways that I am sure those that know me will understand why…


Nov 27 2010

Modifying the Castlevania Succubus on YouTube…

Several years ago, one of the most popular figurines of a Succubus was the release of one that represented the Succubus in the Castlevania video games. It was, and still is, a complaint by some that her top couldn’t be removed. That was because when they made these figurines, they did sculpt some of her more… adult features…

But then the company decided to glue her top on and that wrecked the figurine for many…

That is, until someone decided to modify one and fix that problem…

And in case the embedding doesn’t work:

Now, while that video shows quite a lot of the changes in this figurine that the artist, known as Hunter Knight, part that most people would be interested in doesn’t appear…

However, on the artist’s DeviantArt gallery, there are several images there of the completed work, this is one of them:

Now speaking as a collector of Succubus models of all kinds and types, I can see why this would be a popular creation. I might want one, mostly as a conversation piece in our collection of Succubi…

Now since this is obviously done to a very high standard, it would have a place in the collection, and I think that this version, which has better skin tones and slightly better details of the lace and other details on her form actually is a better thing to have.

The artist has this model and many others on their website for sale which you can find here if you are interested in possibly ordering something from him…

I most certainly am…


Nov 26 2010

On Lost Girl, Two Succubi aren’t company…

I have seen waiting for more Succubi to appear on Lost Girl. Bo is, of course, the core of the show, but seeing what a Succubus is capable of… That would open a lot of plot lines, questions and more. But here’s the thing, just waving the fact that Succubi are supposed to be evil in Bo’s face does not seem to me to be a good storyline on it’s own…

Episode ten of the Lost Girl TV series was this week. We have several new characters arriving to tell their stories, the idea that speed dating isn’t a good idea, and that there are Fae that are the opposite to the Succubi in the Lost Girl universe… Oh and we have another Succubus appearing in the series named Saskia. Could we ask for more? I know I could after this episode was over…

Again, I will be posting thoughts every Friday of the week after an episode of Lost Girl is shown. I will be adding the individual episodes to the SuccuWiki somewhat sooner than that, but won’t be adding my commentary to the articles as that is what the Tale is for….

Bo meets Saskia and wonders what happens between two Succubi on…

The Mourning After

The episode begins with Bo (Anna Silk) and Kenzi (Kenzia Solo) in their apartment brandishing a collection of various weapons. While this goes on, they banter back and forth over Bo’s love life with Dyson, it basically sucks, and that Bo’s dating luck is lousy and getting nowhere, either with humans or with Fae.

We then switch to watching a couple in an alleyway talking. They seemed to be on a date and when the guy, Carter (Lee Rumohr) starts to leave, the woman, Allison (Sabrina Campbell), invites him back to her place for the night. They have a steamy sex scene together and then we time shift forwards to the following morning where Allison is alone in bed. She seems to be depressed and goes into the bathroom. Then she is seen writing terrible things about herself in various places from the bathtub she is sitting in before taking a hair dryer and intentionally putting it into the tub with her. Moments later she is dead from electrocution.

Returning from the opening credits, Dyson (Kristen Holden-Reid) and Hale (K.C. Collins) are at the suicide scene investigating what happened. The conclusion that they come to is that Allison’s death was a suicide. We shift to Bo and Kenzi who are talking to Allison’a sister Collette, (Natalie Lisinska) who claims that Allison’s death makes no sense. She hires Bo and Kenzi to prove that is was not a suicide. Bo then sees Dyson who gives her and Kenzi his files that show that is was a suicide. Bo brings up the possibility that this might be a Fae killing and Dyson reluctantly agrees to her theory, but he tells Bo that she will need to go to the Fae Labs to see if that is true. And that means Bo will have to see Lauren again.

Bo goes to the lab and sees Lauren (Zoie Palmer). Their relationship is no longer as friendly as it was, the two of them being very formal to each other and showing little emotion to each other. After some very cold talk about each other, Bo is told that no real proof exists of the death being involved with a Fae, though there are some that feed on emotions like despair. Lauren then mentions that Allison had sex shortly before her death. Bo then tells Lauren that she does not trust her opinion sexually, and they have a revisit on what Lauren did to Bo in the episode Vexed. Bo tells her how awful it must be to find out someone you thought loved you was just acting on the orders of someone else. Lauren attempts to apologize to Bo, but is rebuffed as Bo leaves.

Kenzi in the meanwhile is at Trick’s bar and asks him for a drink. After playing a bit of fun with Trick (Rick Howland), he gives her a bottle and tells her to help herself. Trick seems to be occupied with something else and moments later we find out what that is. Trick is confronted by a man who calls Trick “Fitzpatrick MacCoriegan of Clan Fin Arvin”. He tells Trick that he has been given his twenty-four hour warning to take possession of a coin that Trick holds. Trick tells Valentine (Jordan Prentice), that he is aware of it and then tells him to leave. Kenzi tries to ask Trick what is going on. but Bo suddenly appears, takes the drink that Kenzi was trying to enjoy and then drags her away from Trick, before Kenzi can get answers to what just happened, to see Collette and gain access to the apartment where Allison died.

The next scene is of Collette and Bo talking about her sister and Kenzi looking around the place. Collette leaves, Bo comments on a book that she and Allison both have bought, and on her lousy love life as well. She then finds a bowl filled with matchbook from a bar called Crimson and Kenzi finds receipts from the bar that show Allison had been there every Friday for the past three weeks.

Bo and Kenzi go to the bar, which turns out to be a place for singles to meet. They are confronted by a photographer (Robin Cunningham) who takes their picture, hands them a card and runs off again. They then see a sign indicating that there is a private event that happens in the club every Friday and go have a look. As they walk off to do that, we get our first glimpse of Saskia (Inga Cadranel) entering behind them and watching them go into the private room.

That turns out to be a sharing meeting of singles hosted by a man named Bertram (Arnold Pinnock), who welcomes them and gets both Bo and Kenzi to join in. The subject of the group talk being “my biggest regret.” They see this as a good chance to ask people there questions about Allison and for the rest of the scene we see Bo and Kenzi as if we are in the position of the person they are talking to. Bo uses her Succubus powers to make people answer her questions during all of this.

Then Saskia sits down at the table with Bo, grabs her, pulls her in for a kiss during which she takes a bit of Bo’s energy from her and then demands to know what Bo is doing hunting on her “turf”. We then see Bo, Saskia and Kenzi in the alley from the beginning of the episode. Saskia tells Bo that she wasn’t looking for a turf war being the new Succubus in town, and that Bo should have marked the club as being hers. Bo and Kenzi are confused by this and Bo manages to get Saskia to come back into the bar so they can talk.

She does so and Saskia tells Bo that she normally looks for sexier cities than the one they are in, she mentions that Succubi are “big in Berlin” as well. Kenzi seems unimpressed by Saskia, but Bo seems to be somewhat taken by her. She asks how long Saskia might be in town, her answer is just long enough to “get some sugar daddies”, and then move on again. When Bo tells her that she is a private investigator, Saskia is taken aback saying that Succubi do not work, and that she has so much to teach her. Kenzi tries to get Bo to leave with her, but Bo tells her to leave without her and stays to talk to Saskia further.

Kenzi leaves and goes to Trick’s bar, very upset with Bo just pushing her aside. She tries to talk to Trick about it, at first he doesn’t seem to care, but does apologize for that and then tells her that he needs her help. Trick then explains that he has possession of an item called the “Coin of Jahayla” which is supposed to bring luck in business to whomever possesses it. He explains that he and Valentine found the coin and they share it, one holding the coin for a century before giving it to the other. Trick’s problem is that the coin has vanished and he has no idea where it is. He goes on to explain that there is a Fae that will only talk to female humans which can help him find the coin. Kenzi agrees and they plan for the ceremony.

Bo in the meantime is still talking to Saskia. She has seen Allison before, and also notes that  she never talked to her because “she wasn’t my type.” When asked if she had seen any Fae around, Saskia says that Succubus do not have “Faedar.” Saskia then agrees to help Bo figure out who killed Allison, because if someone is hunting on her territory she wants to know who, and she wants to see what Bo is doing as well calling her “Nancy Drew.” But also so that she can teach Bo about being a Succubus as well when this is over.

We return to see Bo talking to Bertram about Allison and her time at the group meetings. After a time, Bo asks for the lists of people that attended the meetings, and is refused, but she uses her powers to get Bertram to give her the files she is looking for. Then she and Saskia leave the bar moments later.

Then Dyson gets a call from Bo asking him to check the lists she got, he agrees and we see that Bo is at home with Saskia there as well. But Kenzi is not there. Bo tells her about Dyson and she tells Bo to keep him away from her as she is a Dark Fae. Bo reluctantly agrees to her request and they talk for a while. Saskia reveals some information about Succubi to Bo. It is likely that her mother is a Succubus or her father is an Incubus, or both, but apparently Fae lineage is complicated. She adds that at least one of her parents must be sex Chi feeding Fae, but the other might be Yuki-onna, or Lilin or a Rusalka. Kenzi then walks in asking if Bo and Saskia have sex would it cause a black hole to form or something like that. Saskia replies that she doesn’t care for her own kind and that she is a “novelty whore.” She then leaves the apartment, Kenzi tries to talk to Bo but is brushed off as Bo goes to bed telling Kenzi that Saskia will be going with Bo to see Collette. Then we see Collette’s apartment as she opens the door and then screams before the scene ends.

Bo sees Dyson who tells her that the list came up with nothing, but he tells her that over the past five years several women have been committed suicide in a similar manner to Allison’s death. Dyson then comments that Bo seems different to which Bo brushes that off as just a late night of drinking. Bo leaves and them we find her and Saskia arriving to see Collette at her home, but she has committed suicide in the same way as her sister did. Saskia seems to be in a panic when she sees the writing on the walls and tells Bo they have to leave because a Fae called a Albaster is responsible for what happened.

Meanwhile Trick and Kenzi are preparing to summon the Fae that Trick needs. He explains that the Fae is called a Lightning Bird and what he needs is one of her eggs which is used by witch doctors to find things. Kenzi asks why Trick cannot tell Valentine that he does not have the coin to which Trick explains that it is part honour but mostly because he put his bar, The Dal, up as collateral. Kenzi tells him that they will not let Valentine take the place and Trick tells her to be back at the bar after sundown.

Saskia and Bo have returned to Bo’s apartment in the meantime and Saskia explains what a Albaster is. They are the enemies of Succubi who live from sexual shame unlike Succubi who live on and create sexual energy. Albasters create massive shame over sexual actions that leads to depression and eventual suicide, and they feed exclusively on women. Bo and Saskia continue to talk as Kenzi enters gathering things into a bag. She makes a couple of comments about how to figure out who the Albaster is, and remembers the photographer that took their pictures in the bar. They visit the photographer’s website and find an image of the man that was last with Allison and decide to go after him. Kenzi wishes them luck before walking out of their place to meet with Trick.

Trick and Kenzi then summon the Lightning Bird which makes lightning appear at their feet to which Kenzi panics a bit. When she calms down, Trick explains that they are like Magpies, they like to steal shiny things, and starts putting things away just in case. She then negotiates with Trick for her help. He says no to her requests of ten percent ownership in the bar, the coin for a year, and a unicorn. But he agrees to forgiveness of her bar tab and free drinks for life, as long as it is nothing top shelf. Moments later the Lightning Bird arrives in Trick’s bar in a blaze of thunder and lightning.

Bo and Saskia in the meantime are looking for Carter and find him on the prowl. They move towards him and then, using their powers they convince him to leave with the two of them with the promise of sex with them both. At the same time, Kenzi meets the Lightning Bird who calls herself Gloris (Abena Malika). They talk for a time, Kenzi trying to make Gloris see her as a friend while at the same time tricking her into giving up one of her eggs. She does so by making Gloris see that she could give Trick the egg in exchange for a future favour from him. Trick agrees to this and so, Gloris gives Kenzi one egg to give to Trick. Gloris goes to leave but gives Kenzi a pice of information on Trick. That being he could get whatever he wanted if he wrote in his book of blood again, but then the powerful are the most stubborn. She then leaves and Kenzi gives Trick the egg.

Bo and Saskia take Carter into the alleyway and continue to use their powers on him and discover that he did not kill Allison. Saskia then feeds on Carter, apparently killing him, but then she brings him back to life by sending her energy back into his body. Bo is shocked and tries to get Saskia to explain how she did it, but the only answer Bo gets is that she has a lot to learn as they walk away from Carter, lying in the alleyway.

Trick performs a seeking using the egg upon an old map of the city. Kenzi finds out that where the egg is currently is a cemetery. He then goes to get some muscle and flashlights for the search by calling Hale for help.

Bo returns home by herself and finds Bertram there waiting for her, he turns out to be the Albaster. The pair argue for a time, Bertram calling Bo a whore several times while Bo’s phone rings with a call from Saskis that Bo does not answer. Trick, Kenzi and Hale arrive in the cemetery and open a crypt which should be holding the coin. It is not there when it is opened. However, Kenzi notes that the egg would have shown where the coin was when it was used and then says she knows where the coin is telling Trick and Hale to follow her. Bo is fighting for her life at the same time.  Bertram attacks Bo and she tries to defend herself, but he resists her easily and begins to use his powers on Bo to make her kill herself. Saskia then arrives and she pulls Bertram away from Bo, managing to injure him. She then goes to Bo, who is obviously hurt and gives Bo some of her energy, which seems to make Bo want to take revenge on Bertram. Bo comments that “he’s not going to like this three-way at all.”

Back at Trick’s bar, Valentine arrives to claim the coin which Trick still does not have. Valentine tells Trick that it is time and Trick agrees that it is. Kenzi then confronts Valentine that he never gave Trick the coin, the one he had was a fake, and demands he give it up. He tries to refute the accusation, but when Kenzi asks Hale to frish Valentine, he relents and gives the coin to Trick, much to Kenzi’s pleasure.

Bo and Saskia have tied up Bertram in the meantime and the two Succubi play with him for a while before Bo stops and goes to call Dyson to have Bertram picked up. As she does this, Saskia feeds on Bertram and kills him. Bo is shocked and demands that she bring him back to live, but she refuses Bo’s request. Saskia tells Bo that she has killed before so what’s the big deal? Bo replies that it was in self defence and that since Bertram is helpless that it is murder. Saskia answers that as far as she is concerned it is an execution. She then tells Bo that he attacked one of her clan and so Saskia had to defend her. She then tells Bo that if the Dark Fae find out that she killed Bertram, they will make her pay. Bo is then confronted with the choice to tell what happened. She tells Saskia that she will not, but that she did not “sign up for this.” Saskia simply says “fine” and goes to leave.

Bo tells her that she needs to learn from her and Saskia agrees, telling Bo to come with her. Bo tells her that she isn’t what she had hoped for and Saskia says the same thing to Bo. But Saskia also adds the taunt that when Bo is ready to find out more about herself that she should find her. Then Saskia leaves, Bo still trying to save Bertram.

The next scene is Bo, Dyson and Lauren in the Fae Lab with Bertram’s body. Dyson notes that Bertram was not a local, but Bo confirms he was Dark Fae. While that is a problem, it appears that Bertram attacked Bo in her own home after pursuing her and that should make things easier to deal when the Dark Fae protest over her actions. Dyson tells Bo that he will make it go away, to which she answers that she wishes he could. Lauren in the meantime looks uncomfortable at Bo and Dyson’s growing relationship. Bo then leaves without another word.

Kenzi in the meantime is still at Trick’s bar past closing time. Trick asks her why and what’s going on between her and Bo.  She says that there is no reason to go home anymore because Bo is making new friends. Trick tells her that a little bird told him that people rarely take you for granted unless you let them. Kenzi replies that a Lightning Bird told her something about Trick, that being Trick is powerful and that he has a book of blood. Trick claims not to know what she is talking about, but Kenzi tells him that “it takes a con to know a con”, and that he has secrets. Trick’s answer to that is that Kenzi has an imagination and that she should go home and remind Bo why she needs her.

The last scene is back at Bo and Kenzi’s place, Bo laying in bed being close to tears when Kenzi walks in. Kenzi makes light of things for a moment before Bo hugs her tightly and tells her that she missed her. Kenzi asks if she wants to talk, but Bo says that they always talk about her and she wants to hear what Kenzi has been up to. As Kenzi does so, at first Bo pays close attention to her, but then something catches her attention behind Kenzi. That turns out to be a leather jacket that Saskia left behind when she left Bo behind. The last image is of Bo staring off in the direction of the jacket, Kenzi’s voice barely heard.

Fade to black…

First things first. Saskia was a stereotypical Succubus. Evil, occasionally nasty and generally just a bit over the top sexually which is fine. The problem comes with the lines she had such as “girlfriend, Nancy Drew and Faedar. That all seemed to be very forced and, to be honest, a Succubus that has known about herself for as long as Saskia must have, would be more dominant and less flippant.

I also didn’t think  much about her calling herself a “novelty whore.” It is a harsh contrast between Bo, being more true to herself, than Saskia’s constant sexual flippantness. It did grate after a while and that’s a shame because the idea of a Succubus to tempt Bo towards being Dark Fae is an interesting one.

There is another part of the episode that wasn’t explained, but I can come up with one possible explanation. Bo changed a lot over the course of the episode both in what she was wearing and her attitude. That all seemed to start right after Saskia kissed her when they first met. Seeing that Succubi can alter emotions and minds, I think it is possible that Saskia tweaked her mind a bit at that point, and at others when she shared energy with Bo.

it would explain the sudden cold shoulder to Kenzi, the lack of caring about anything other than Saskia and the sudden, almost snapping out of itreaction at the end of the story when Saskia killed Bertram. It’s not likely that Bo would have done all of that by herself, it seemed completely out of character for her.

I’ll make one more comment on Saskia before moving on. I did like the actress, I think she was a decent choice for a Succubus in the series. However the character just wasn’t right for her. She didn’t have the looks to be “flippant” as she was over the episode I think. But if she would have been very dominant and perhaps a bit more serious I think that would have clicked for me.

I’ve talked about Bo already in the episode. I think that at some points, particularly the “sharing things” moment at the bar, were uncomfortable for Anna Silk for some reason. She seemed to not be comfortable at that moment, whether the fact she was nose to nose with the camera, or the position she was in was hurting her back or something else, but, the look in her eyes didn’t match what she was saying or doing at that moment.

Otherwise, I think that Bo’s character grew a bit this time, but the effect of Saskia on her I think will cause more harm than good overall.

Lauren appeared this episode again. The tension between her and Bo was severe, which is what you would expect when someone betrayed you. The one thing that bothered me a little was the almost total capitulation that she showed when Bo changed the subject. It would have been nice to see some talk, if not a resolution between the two of them.  And, to be honest, the only thing that brings me to is that something is going to happen to Lauren. I hope not, but it’s looking more and more like that.

Very little Dyson this episode. one good scene with Bo and at the end when she embraces him, that was well done between the players. I liked Hale’s appearance as well, the comment from him about hating cemeteries was funny and with his helping Kenzi at the bar I think made him a better, more rounded character in the series.

That brings us to Kenzi. As much as the series is about Bo, the side stories with Kenzi are becoming my favorite parts of the series to watch. The actress is amazing to watch, I love her eyes, so very unique when she focuses on someone, and her character, expressions and most of all. lines, make any appearence of Kenzi a moment to stop and enjoy the ride.

Trick was overall the highlight of the episode for me. We learned a good deal about him, doors were opened towards Kenzi knowing about him, but the one thing that matters most of all was that I think Trick now respects Kenzi more than he has in the past. I think that this makes Kenzi more of a bridge between humans and Fae than Bo is really. She seems to get, if not respect from the Fae she encounters, at least they see her value to them.

And it’s a good thing to be wanted, which is what I think Kenzi’s ultimate goal in the series is. The pain that she showed when Bo focused alone on Saskia was played exactly right with all of the hurt and need that I would have expected someone like Kenzi to show in real life.

So this week, Kenzia gets my applause and my thanks for her amazing work…

So, as much as the details of what Succubi can do in the Lost Girl universe is good, the level of dislike for the way that Saskia was portrayed just turned me off a lot of the time. It’s hard to enjoy a show where you have the need to fast forward through some moments because they are just so over the top you can’t stand them… But contrasting that was the joy of watching Kenzi and Trick make progress in their friendship, so…

My rating of The Mourning After

Keeping my interest – 5 Pitchforks

Portrayal of a Succubus – 5 Pitchforks

Overall look and feel – 4 Pitchforks

Storyline – 3 Pitchforks

Main Characters – 4 Pitchforks

Mythos – 5 Pitchforks

Overall Rating – 4.3 Pitchforks out of 5

You would have expected a higher rating because of Saskia’s appearance and the focus on the mythos of Succubi in the series in this episode wouldn’t you? But the problem is the stereotyping of Saskia’s character. She was all out Dark Fae and acted like the traditional Succubus for most of the episode. What really bothered me the most was the condescending  attitude she had. It seemed as if the entire purpose of having her in this episode was to simply show Bo just what a Succubus, at least Saskia, is in this world. And that is something that really didn’t have to be that way. Bo has enough guilt and uncertainty as it is.

This Sunday, Episode Eleven: When Dyson wakes up bloody and without the last eight hours of memory, he finds himself accused of murdering Ba’al, a close associate of The Morrigan’s pet psychopath, Vex, and takes refuge in Trick’s bar, invoking sanctuary.

We haven’t seen The Morrigan since episode one of the series, lots of The Ash, so this one might be a Dark Fae centric episode. Vex returns, to be honest I didn’t expect that so soon, but it is welcome, he is probably the most interesting of the Dark Fae we have seen so far. Dyson is finally at risk in the series, other than Bo nibbling on him occasionally. I wonder if push comes to shove in the episode if Bo will have to kill for Dyson?

He’s done it for her… a lot.


Nov 25 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 152

I was looking through a website that has all sorts of wallpapers for your computer on it. There were the usual things to be seen such as models, cars, landscapes and so on.

And, as it matters to me, one very delicious Succubus wallpaper that I am going to share here…

Now, when you click on this image, you will see a larger image which is a good thing because whoever created this work put so very much into this Succubus…

She has my most favourite tail shape, I know it very well since I have used it on many of my own photo manipulations. She looks like a 3D program created her and then some little additions were Photoshopped in, but that’s just fine… She looks playful and sexy in her pose, her tail being mischievous as all tails are meant to be… I really like her clothing and heels, they match so perfectly with her look that I really can’t think of anything else that would work better for her in this setting…

This image reminds me of a manip that I did several years ago… It was an image of a Succubi playing a fiddle and a story that was a play on the song The Devil when down to Georgia…

It’s one of my personal favourites for all of the joy that came from that work….

Should anyone have an idea who created this work, could you please leave a comment here on the Tale and let me know?

I really would appreciate it!


Nov 24 2010

A Flaming Hot Succubus Costume This Isn’t…

I think I have found a Succubus costume that falls into the What the heck category of costumes… It’s not available as yet, it won’t be until next year, but I thought I might as well get my frustrations out a little early…

Because it really is that frustrating and more.

Sometimes I wonder about the names they give costumes… This costume is described as the Fever Flamin Devil Costume and comes with the red dress as shown in the pictures here. It also includes the flame style bodice and the gold and red tutu with an attached red tail as well, plus a headband with devil horns in red to complete the package.

It does not include the shoes nor the stockings as is normal with most costumes, nor does it include the pitchfork that the model is holding either.

To be honest, this is a case of only liking the horns and wanting to toss the rest of the costume away… The tail is wrong, the tutu does nothing for me, the bodice is just so over the top I can barely stand it…

So, this just isn’t something I would consider as my Succubi costume for Halloween…

However, if you like it, it’s available on the web for about $65 US, but you won’t see it until 2011. I hope that it’s worth the wait for you…

I probably won’t be…

I’m giving this one pitchfork out of five, just not something I would like to see any Succubi wearing…