Aug 01 2016

Comfort Zones By TeraS

I was exchanging emails with a dear friend of mine the other night. He shared a story with me, where a certain Queen of the Succubi made an appearance. Something he said struck me as interesting: “I always like how Tera helps her succubi move out of their comfort zones.” That made me ponder a story, one that is all about …


Comfort Zones
By TeraS


Just about every name prompts a certain mental picture for people. For example, the name Tera immediately brings up the image of a certain Queen of the Succubi with red horns in her raven hair, lovely oh-so-green eyes, and a bemused smile. The image is expected, familiar, almost … magical … in a way.

There are names which, when spoken, paint a picture of someone who is sexy, who has delicious curves and a personality that’s willing to do just about anything, sexual or otherwise. Her name was one of those, and Bianca really didn’t care for it all that much. That particular name was one that many humans—and, for that matter, quite a few in the Realm—connected with a certain latex loving redheaded human who was very popular. Bianca the succubi didn’t really mind her. The problem came, at least in her mind, with the comparisons that would be made between the two of them, even if that didn’t happen except in her mind.

She had a little glossy picture of her namesake stuck to the corner of her bedroom mirror, something she looked at every morning, something which she compared herself against.

Red hair? No, the Bianca of the Realm was a platinum blonde.

Shapely? No, not even close.

Latex? She’d never liked the stuff, much preferring a nice cashmere sweater and yoga pants over anything else.

There was one thing however that they both did have: lovely, deep, hazel eyes.

There was one thing that she did have that her human namesake didn’t have: horns and a tail, white ones. Our dear Bianca was a white-tailed succubi of the Realm and she loved being so. She adored books, spending hours upon hours reading them. The best part of her day was humming happily as she worked her way through the Realm archives within the Library. Bianca’s happiest moment was when she came upon a book, or a scroll, or some other little piece of wisdom that hadn’t been seen by anyone in Tera-knows-how-long.

Bianca was a florist, not a librarían … though the idea had its temptations, not the least of which was the little fantasy that she didn’t tell anyone about. The one where she was called into the Library to pay a late fee and Tera was the one to be collecting on it. It was the source of many a night’s self-pleasure, with or without her tail being involved.

When she found the card in her mailbox, the one that said she had a book overdue, and there was a fine to be paid, she pinched herself to be sure she wasn’t dreaming. Then she poured a bucket of cold water over herself, and then, to be absolutely sure it wasn’t a dream, she licked the tip of her tail. Upon coming back down from the orgasm, not much more than a puddle on her living room floor, Bianca decided that the note was real.

Thus Bianca found herself in Tera’s office in the Library, a thin book clutched in her hands and very nervous. She was so out of sorts that her hair was a mess, her yoga pants crumpled, and her sweater far too long for her arms. In other words she was a mess and dreading what Tera was going to do to her.

The book was, after all, almost a century overdue.

Holding the volume against her chest, she shook her head and wondered why she’d even taken the darn thing out in the first place … or why she kept reading it over and over … or the hold it had on her. She couldn’t possibly do what the book suggested, it wasn’t her. The entire idea was so far out of her comfort zone anyway.

“Hello, Bianca; it’s lovely to see you!”

Tera’s warm hug was such a surprise that the florist lost her hold on the book and it fell to the office floor with a loud thud that sounded like a thunderclap. Before she could scramble to pick it up, the Head Librarian had collected it and was looking at the cover.

“Um … Hi, Tera … um … Look, I’m sorry about the book being late. I know I should have returned it sooner.”

Tera’s answer was a non-committal “Uh-huh” as she started leafing through the pages. As she did so, Bianca found herself the target of Tera’s so-green eyes, flickering from the book to her and back again.

“I mean, there’s no reason for me to have that book anyway. There’s a lot of other succubi that should have it. I’m sure it would do a lot more for them.”

The red-tail turned a page, tilted her head to the right … and then the one thing that Bianca feared most of all happened. Her Majesty had a bemused smile as she said: “I see.”

The shiver that passed from the tip of the borrower’s tail to her clit and then up through her horns made her nibble her lip: “So … What’s the fine?”

Tera snapped the book closed and that bemused smile turned. Bianca had heard tales of a particular smile that the Succubi Queen had when she was going to do something that amused her. Cupping her hands over her nose she sighed: “Oh, Tera … you wouldn’t.”

Handing the book back to her, the Queen replied: “Oh yes. I would.”

Straightening up, Bianca glared back: “No! You wouldn’t.”

Less than an hour later, Bianca found herself sitting in a dressing room, Tera fussing with her hair while she still didn’t believe her monarch was going to do this to her.

“So. I think we’ll put waves and curls into your hair and …”

“No, Tera; not going to.”

The irresistible brunette placed her hands on Bianca’s shoulders and looked into the mirror: “Sweetheart, you picked the book. You kept it for so long. You can probably recite every page in the book, can’t you?”

“Has nothing to do with it.”

Tera nuzzled her lips into the white-tail’s platinum hair and she shivered: “Gawd … Tera … Please …”

“It has everything to do with it. You are a wonderful person. You are amazing at what you do. But you have a dream that you can’t bring yourself to try.”

“I’m going to look stupid.”

“You’re going to look amazing.”

“I’m going to make a fool of myself.”

“You’re going to have them eating out of your hand.”

“Tera … I’m scared.”

“I know.”

Bianca looked in the mirror, then her eyes fell upon the book which was lying on the countertop: “Everyone will know it’s me. I’m not …”


She sighed: “Yeah; haven’t got the cleavage, the looks, or the style.”

Tera turned the chair around so Bianca was looking directly into her eyes: “You aren’t her. So you do your own thing. Start in your comfort zone and … see where that takes you.”

A sigh … a long one … then the wallflower floral expert asked: “Does it have to be latex?”

Tera smiled.

The stage was illuminated with a single spotlight. The rest was darkness. The surrounding room was also bathed in shadow, keeping those watching the stage hidden from view. As she looked out from behind the red curtains, Bianca was thankful for that. If she couldn’t see who was looking, then things might not be so bad. The music starting was her cue: a slow-beat tempo with a deep bass line that made her shiver. A deep breath, and she made her way into the spotlight.

Tera said to start with her comfort zone, and so she appeared under the spotlight dressed in her yoga pants and too long sweater from her meeting with Tera. A pair of horn rimmed glasses was perched on her nose and a scrunchie held her long hair in a ponytail. The only thing that was different, at least that could be seen, was the pair of clear plastic six-inch high stripper heels that adorned her.

The pole awaited her and the lessons in the book came to mind—the book about pole dancing and stripping, the book that made her wet with the thought of her fantasy of being a stripper, a really good one. She didn’t hear the reaction from the audience, the music being so loud and the light so bright that nothing came through to distract her. Two quick strides and her right hand found the pole, she starting to circle it with a meek little walk, something that suggested that she was new at this, a little meek, maybe even a little innocent.

Once around and her glasses were held in her free hand, her pink painted lips sucking on the stem she held. A careless toss of her hand and the glasses went sailing off into the darkness, probably to land on someone there. She didn’t dwell on that, she didn’t have time to. The book said to keep on with the show.

Stopping with her back against the pole, she started to roll the bottom of her sweater up slightly, revealing a firm tummy and cute little bellybutton. As she did so, her tail hooked into the waistband of her pants and started pulling them down, revealing that the good girl on the stage was wearing a red “G” string underneath the plain-looking yoga pants.

She let go of the sweater and it fell to below her waist, covering the bare skin and “G” string for but a moment before her hands started teasing her pants lower and lower. As the mid-point of her thighs appeared, something red—a stark contrast against the blue of the yoga pants—came into view. Leaning forwards, her eyes looking into the darkness where she knew everyone was watching, she left her pants pooled around her shoes.

Bianca had lovely, long legs, and the shiny red latex thigh high leggings that were painted onto them drew attention to them—or at least she hoped so; that little doubt in her mind was nagging at her. Pushing that aside, she stepped one impracticable heel out of the pool of material at her feet, then kicked her yoga pants away from the stage.

Her hands returned to the hem of her sweater, pulling it upwards again. The red “G” string appeared again; this time it was clear that was latex, as well. Rolling her hips, she strutted around the stage, tossing her ponytail as she did so. The good girl was becoming a little bit naughty.

Gathering the sweater just below her cleavage, she smiled, nibbled her lip, and then continued to draw it upwards. The bikini top that peeked into view was every bit as red and every bit as latex as the rest of her clothes. A wink came a moment before she pulled the sweater over her head and then gathered it over her cleavage which had been in view for the barest of moments.

Turning away from the audience, her back became the stage for her ponytail to swish, to distract as she pulled the sweater from her and tossed it away. Turning back, it was revealed that she was wearing fingerless red latex opera gloves as well.

The shy girl was more wanton now, more sure of herself. She half-strutted to the pole, taking another turn around it. As she did, the tip of her tail flicked at the scrunchie, shooing it away and allowing her hair to blossom into a cascade of curls and waves. Tera did say that would look good. Bianca, at that moment, wasn’t about to argue over that point again.

The discarding of that last bit of her good-girl image made a change in her posture and expression. The come-hither look she had been practising in the mirror lit up, and her walk on the stage came with the rolling of her hips, the thrusting of her cleavage, and a look in her eyes that called out how sure she was in her sexuality and power.

Bianca lost track of time then, her thoughts going to the pages of the book, playing out those moves and losing herself in them. The music played, not stopping once, and she didn’t care. This was her fantasy … or at least it was until the music started to fade out.

In a bit of a rush, she made love to the pole, rubbing it between her legs then deep into her cleavage. Ending with the pole against her back, she dropped to the stage, her legs wide, her lips in a moan, and her tail twined around the pole above her. She had her eyes closed as the music came to an end and she waited for the reaction. She had tried her best, hoped that it was sexy, better than just being plain Bianca.

The sound of one person clapping caused her to open her eyes in surprise. She must have done terribly if only one person was clapping. She was freeing her tail and getting ready to leave the stage when she heard something she’d never thought she would: “I want a lap dance.”

It wasn’t the words. It was the person who said it.

Looking into the darkness, a light came on, revealing Tera reclining on a chair and watching. Bianca’s breath caught as she realized that the tempting red-tail was dressed exactly as she was, right down to the heels.


“Mmhmm …”

Bianca looked into the dark: “Who else is here?”

“No one but us naughty succubi.”

The dampness in the white-tail’s sex came as a surprise and she moaned: “Oh gawd … I was such a …”

Tera crooked a finger: “… hot, sexy, seductive white-tail succubi that danced for her Queen and made her wet.”

The answer to that was a needful moan as Bianca crawled on the stage towards Tera, her beckoning smile and finger pulling her from the pole.

“I want you here, my tail twined with yours, and I want a kiss.”

Bianca’s legs were wobbling, but she focused on looking hot. Feeling hot wasn’t a problem as the brunette wanting her made the blonde cream. When she came within arm’s reach, Tera pulled Bianca in, drawing her to sit on her audience’s lap.

A lick and kiss from Tera against Bianca’s shapely neck made her squirm: “Tera …”

The red-tail drew her tongue away: “Yes?”

“You … You know you asked about my comfort zone?”

“Mmhmmm …”

She looked into Tera’s eyes: “Fuck my comfort zone. I want you.”

That dream that Bianca had? The one about having to pay a fine for her book being overdue?

That was nothing to what Tera did to her … and her comfort zone … over and over again.

Jul 31 2016

A Review of Aaron Burr: Necromancer by Dou7g and Amanda Lash

Aaron Burr: Necromancer by Dou7g and Amanda Lash

Aaron Burr: Necromancer by Dou7g and Amanda Lash

A review of the sixth work in the Succubus Apprentice series today on the Tale. You can find my review of the first work here, the second work here, the third work can be found here and the fourth work was reviewed here, with the prior review in the series reviewed here.

The thing about long series is that the characters have to develop. Change happens and in doing so, a lot of unexpected things comes to pass. That can be something as small as changing one’s attitude or something far more important like developing a shoe fetish. After all, there are such things as priorities, even if your life is on the line.

  • Title: Aaron Burr: Necromancer
  • Author: Dou7g and Amanda Lash
  • Length: 48 Pages
  • Publishing Date: July 15, 2016
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The story tells of:

In the last book Amy the mage and Helen the apprentice succubus received a call from Lorelei the dark elf sorceress who was in a life and death struggle against a powerful necromancer, and getting the worst of it. Amy and Helen rush over to help…eventually. The necromancer reveals himself to be…Aaron Burr, the former vice president.

Some battles seem to go on forever. It feels like you keep banging your head against a wall and there’s nothing that happens. Calling a friend doesn’t seem to go anywhere. But there comes a point where the gang gets back together and things happen. Woe to the one that breaks a heel for that will bring about Hell on Earth.

One of the things that I have enjoyed the most in this series has been the intermixing of humour into the fights the characters get into. While there are some really serious moments along the way, that doesn’t take away from something the characters enjoy doing. They love taking little shots at each other, teasing, being on occasion a little bit silly. It’s a part of who they are and being there, adding to the characters themselves, is amazing.

As an aside, one of the most cute aspects of this comes from many of the female characters having a teeny bit of a shoe fetish. I can’t help but laughing when there’s talk of shoes and how there’s this moment of “hold on. shoes. more important.” that comes across no matter how bad things are. Priorities matter after all, and the women certainly have them well in hand.

This work in the series is a running fight scene in which a lot of things go wrong along the way. There’s tension, confusion, and a little bit of misdirection, all of which make what otherwise would have been a rather dry tale be so much more. The reveal about the “big bad” is deliciously apt, really it wasn’t what I expected, but it being who it is, makes a lot of sense and even the little tease of their past makes them a better opponent than they were in the prior work.

That’s the thing here most of all. The development of the characters, the little truths in the various relationships in the midst of battle were unexpected. It added so much and in doing so left some really important plots to be dealt with in a future book. Some of them, for some characters, will change them immensely.

I’m looking forward to where things go from here. The question of Kendra’s little teeny problem needs to be resolved and that’s just one of the many things going on. Every character has something, or someone, they need to comes to terms with. Shoes might not be the answer to everything, but if nothing else, they might keep some of the women from killing each other long enough to work out their differences.

Four and a half out of five.

I’ve missed the humour, the fun and the characters. To have a smile on every page is a wonderful thing and in this series, that’s always been there. The question is, what’s next and who is it going to happen to?

There are a few plot threads needing to be tied up, if not the characters themselves, and I dearly look forwards to seeing how that all works out.



Jul 31 2016

A Review of Lovably Dead by Lex Allen

Lovably Dead by Lex Allen

Lovably Dead by Lex Allen

The thing about anthologies is that they are, as a whole, somewhat uneven at times. That’s especially true when there isn’t quite a theme in the collection so much as there are a series of ideas. It’s a bit of a shame when the ideas are quite good and offer a lot of promise for a novel, but the author never managed to make that happen.

It is possible to mix erotica and horror, if it is done in the right way. Finding that way is, of course, the hardest thing to do. Doing that well can be a wonderful surprise when such a work is discovered.

The anthology contains the following works as described by this author:

  • Peripheral Vision – Have you ever noticed a movement, just there, from the corner of your eye; but, when you turned to see it more clearly, it was gone? Most people have, and everyone shrugs it off as their mind playing tricks on them. There’s nothing to worry about, nothing at all; or is there?
  • Doctor Gavin’s Patient – Among horror story characters and villains there are creatures that excite the sensual senses. These evil beings are sexier than vampires, cleaner and smarter than zombies and more human than werewolves, for one thing. Aside from that, I don’t think horror writers have given them the respect they deserve. (This work has a Succubus appearing as one of the characters)
  • Reapers – One of my favorite, best remembered axioms states, “I don’t know what I don’t know.” It kind of sums up the inexplicable; things that go bump in the night without apparent cause. People die and the examining doctors don’t always know why; they won’t admit it, but they really don’t know. What happens to a dead person’s soul? Is there really such a thing as a soul? Can it be bartered for, sold or stolen? Well, I don’t know what I don’t know, which makes this a possibility.
  • Black Converse – Won inclusion into a horror anthology that was never published a couple years ago, so I could hardly exclude the story here. I can’t recall the name of the story that triggered me to write this one, but it was long ago and far away; and, really, only one similar detail of that story comes through in this one. If you are a long time reader of horror stories, you might notice that one instance of similarity (at the very end).
  • The Solution – I know exactly where the idea for this story came from…Stephen King’s, “The Long Walk”; ‘nough said.
  • Lovably Dead – A writer friend made mention, a few months ago, of a publisher that was looking for unique zombie stories. She never got around to mentioning the publisher’s name and address, though. No harm done – I didn’t ask. I think you’ll find this one to be refreshingly unique. It’s a bit long in comparison to the others in this collection, but – hey, it’s the title story!

As usual with anthologies, I will comment on the succubus work and then the collection as a whole, giving a rating for the succubus story and the work overall.

Doctor Gavin has a problem, actually two of them. One is in his mind, the other is sitting in front of him. One he can’t get rid of, the other… well, she doesn’t want to leave without getting a little piece of him, or more.

What I liked the most about this short story is how there’s a real focus on Rory, the succubus of the work, being seductive. There’s no horror, no blood, nothing that takes away from her being a seductress, being a succubus and using her abilities to ensnare. There aren’t any horns or tail, mind you, but there’s a really well told succubus character that has one thing on her mind.

Beyond Rory, the other character in the work, who I shan’t name or reveal much of, is really a lot of fun, all things considered, and I would have liked to know a lot more about them than was revealed.

The thing about this story which makes me wonder is everything that isn’t told, vaguely hinted at. Who is Rory exactly? What is her past? There’s not a lot of time spent in the telling of that as the work quickly moves from introduction to seduction. That’s not a bad thing, it is done really well and I enjoyed the turns of phrase and Rory’s ensnaring tone and teasing. I just really would have liked to know more about her.

I could well see a novel written around Rory, about what happens to her. I’d love to see that, I think it would be an amazing read. But I will have to settle for this little taste and tease.

Four our of five pitchforks.

The balance of the works in the collection are all written quite well and tell some varied and interesting stories too. But like my thoughts about Rory’s story, there’s a real feeling when all is said and done that there’s more to be told.

I will admit that really only Rory’s story held me, the other themes were interesting, but not what I was looking for. But that doesn’t matter because the works themselves are captivating in their own ways, in their characters and more.

If there is one single thing to be taken from this collection, it is that the author needs to take these little pieces and build upon them. There’s a lot that could be done with these concepts, ideas and more.

For the work as a whole, I’ll give it three and a half out of five pitchforks.

Really all of the stories in this anthology could be made into novels should the author put their mind to doing so. I will admit to being biased, but Rory’s past, her story, would be something quite interesting to know, even if things end in the way they did here.



Jul 30 2016

Another cute Succubus speedpainting YouTube

Just a cute bit of Succubus art being coloured in a YouTube speedpaint video today on the Tale. I think she’s just cute and cute is always a good thing really…


If you can’t see the video here on the Tale, please try this link:

And, as always, an image of the finished artwork as well in case YouTube deletes the original video…

Succubus by Michele Van Frey

More than anything, really the thing about this art that I like is just how she isn’t overtly sexual in nature, but rather she’s kind of a mixture of innocent and mysterious.

It seems to me that Succubi should be as mysterious as possible because that makes them all that must more seductive as well…



Jul 29 2016

A Review of Unholy Passion: Summoning gone wrong – who’s Master now? by Bronson Shover

Unholy Passion: Summoning gone wrong - who's Master now? by Bronson Shover

Unholy Passion: Summoning gone wrong – who’s Master now? by Bronson Shover

Sometimes I look at the title of a book and one thing comes to mind. What exactly was the author thinking when they came up with a title that’s about as long as the first chapter in the story?

I’ll admit that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but honestly the work I will be reviewing today has a title that made me shake my head. It’s awkward, silly, and really the subtitle/extended title doesn’t work for me. That’s the real shame her because I adored this work. Dearly so.

It’s never a good thing to be bored as a succubus. It’s never a good thing to make assumptions as a succubus either. Getting caught in a trap is worse still. But sometimes the trap works two ways and in being so, no one will be bored for long.

  • Title: Unholy Passion: Summoning gone wrong – who’s Master now?
  • Author: Bronson Shover
  • Length: 31 Pages
  • ASIN: B01I0L8LZG
  • Publishing Date: July 4, 2016
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The work tells the story of:

Jet-setting billionaire playboy warlock Greyson Spanner has changed his ways – he’s summoning demons to help rebuild storm-ravaged Goose River. Sure, it’s hard to find a philanthropist chick kinky enough to play the kind of games he enjoys, but he was done being useless.

Meanwhile, sexy succubus Danica is bored to tears with using her body to feed on humans’ sexual energy and bilk them out of their fortunes – it’s really just keeping score now. She’d never admit it, but she wanted one man ready, willing, and able to satisfy all her dark, depraved desires.

Add in one bitter and interfering imp and a contract neither Greyson nor Danica could come up with – and better than either one could ever imagine – is struck. They’re stuck with each other – so who’s the Master now?

Greyson has a plan, it’s a good one really. Summon a demon to help people in need. The problem comes when he doesn’t pay attention to the runes in his summoning, which someone has changed. Now the problem is a succubus named Danica. Or is it that Danica’s problem is Greyson? Either way, there’s a problem. Or is it really?

The description of this work is deliciously naughty, offering a really interesting story about control, need, want and desire. Both Danica and Greyson have their seductive natures, but they also have their own wants and needs. As the story progresses, the control is swapped between the two of them, and how that is done works really well. It makes sense, at least in the context of the story, and I really liked there was a reason for everything that happened.

Danica is a wonderful succubus character. I adored her attitude, her sexuality and most of all, I enjoyed that she has a soul, a reason for not being “typical”. The life she has been leading, her history, really leaves a lot of questions unanswered, some of which I think would be delicious and erotic tales to be told. There’s a softness to her, a need for, if not love, then someone that can scratch that itch she’s been feeling for so long.

The same can be said about Greyson as well. He has a need, a desire, and it hasn’t been fulfilled. The situation he finds himself in ticks all of the checkmarks and there’s a wonderful transformation of his character. Really, that’s the single thing about this work. The characters aren’t exactly who they were at the beginning. Each makes a choice, tells a truth and in that comes their story. It’s just simply wonderful.

The erotica has lovely heat, the characters meld to each other perfectly. Really some of the scenes just made me smile, which is a wonderful thing most of all. The characters are complex, they grow and the story, when it comes to the conclusion, just made me ache for more of their story to be told.

The writing is amazing, there’s really nothing that took me out of the story. Except for that title. I really wish the author had picked something else, or shortened this one. It’s too long and unwieldy by far. It doesn’t reflect just how amazing the story, the erotica, and the passions are.

There is a plot point, which actually is a rather important one, that doesn’t get resolved by the end of this work. It has to do with Danica and her connection, or lack of, with Hell and how Greyson connects into that. I’m not sure that really needed to be in the story as it wasn’t resolved, wasn’t of much use either. It’s a forceful means to make something happen, a bit clumsily. It’s the only part of this work that I really had problems with. It didn’t need to be there. Not for how good everything else is.

Four and a half out of five pitchforks.

I loved this work. Danica is delightfully naughty and fun, Greyson is adorably cute and naughty. The two make for a wonderful couple, amazing heat, and a delicious story. But there’s a plot point left dangling, a story brought to a close a little too soon, and a title that just doesn’t work as it should.

Recommended for the hot sexy succubus fun, but aching for so much more that could have been.



Jul 29 2016

A Review of Nocturne by Megan J. Parker

Nocturne by Megan J. Parker

Nocturne by Megan J. Parker

There is such a thing as history in characters. There’s meaning to who they are now, who they were, and, with some luck, who they would be eventually. Telling the history of a character is important because without understanding that, what happens to them can be, at time, confusing.

Hinting at the past in a vague way in the midst of rushing through pivotal moments in the story is a bit hard to follow at times. It’s slightly more concerning when the character’s actions, when the past is revealed, offer a suggestion and then turn that into something else. Along the way it’s sometimes good to clear up ambiguities and get to the heart of the matter. Even if, it seems, there is no where for the story to go next when the book summary suggests there is more than what is told.

  • Title: Nocturne
  • Author: Megan J. Parker
  • Length: 23 Pages
  • ASIN: B01AO6LSG4
  • Publishing Date: January 14, 2016
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The work tells the story of:

Isabelle AKA “Angel” wants nothing to do with her aunt’s business. However, with no money to her name and no where else to go, she accepts the job as an escort/stripper at her aunt’s seedy nightclub. Her first assignment changes everything and awakens something dark inside Isabelle.

Vincent knows what he wants and when he wants it. When he sees the new girl, Angel, at The Toxic Shade Club he knows he has to have her. However, after their mind-blowing encounter, she up and ditches him. Knowing there’s something special about her, he’s thrown into a battle to not only save Isabelle, but save his city.

When the past and present collide, Isabelle and Vincent will have to give their everything to create a future for both of them and their city.

Vincent visits his favourite place in the city and finds himself attracted to Isabelle for a reason he cannot put his finger on, but he can with her. A moment’s passion reveals who Isabelle is and things start to go out of control. Vincent now has to set things right for his own sake and as for Isabelle, she remembers… everything.

There’s a very strong supernatural vibe in this work with many different beings, such as vampires, s succubus, what could be an incubus, some werewolves and so on. At first that is a bit unclear, but as the story progresses the number of beings grows in the work and things start to get complicated. That wouldn’t be a problem save that the reader is dropped into the midst of this world with really very little time to absorb what’s going on before Vincent has Isabelle cornered and has his way with her.

The transformation from Isabelle being “ordinary” to her succubus form I rather enjoyed. I think it was told well, mixed in with the erotic scene well, and told at least something of what Isabelle was going through. However, there’s an oddity, which at the end of the work bothers me, but I’ll get back to that. The transformation of Isabelle’s personality was rather surprising as well, and the story didn’t quite explain that well save in passing when it was brought up later.

The shift from erotica to what amounts to a battle between supernatural beings is abrupt, didn’t seem to have much of a point, and really only served to remove some characters that weren’t core to the plot. Following this, Isabelle’s explanation to Vincent seemed… wrong. There was something missing there, something to allow for some character development, some kind of resolution, but it didn’t come.

What does appear at the end of this work is an abrupt ending with some vague suggestions about what the future holds for the characters. As such it isn’t satisfying as an ending. There are a lot of loose ends, what everything means for Isabelle and Vincent isn’t explored. The story closes with a musing, and nothing more.

Overall the characters are interesting, Isabelle especially. There’s history in them, there is character and personality, but that isn’t really explored as much as I wish it had been. Once Isabelle becomes herself again, there’s only a passing mention of why things happened as they did. Only a little tease of meaning about what the events of the evening have come to mean.

I feel like this should have been a lot longer a work. Time could have been spent in telling more about Isabelle’s past, her past lover and what they did together and why. There are strong hints of mind control involved in this work, but they aren’t explained or explored. They just… are. I would have liked to know more about Isabelle’s family, who they are, especially her aunt. There’s just a lot of story left aside for the rush to the erotica in the beginning, the action scenes in the middle and the rapid closure of the past.

And that’s the single problem with this work as a whole. There’s a rush to get through the story that takes a lot of the enjoyment away. There’s no pause for consideration, no moment to rest and try to figure out what is happening. It reads very much like an action movie rushing towards the climax… and there are a lot of climaxes here.

The work needs at least another six or seven pages of character development and time to tell the story. There are too many questions at the end left unanswered and they need not be. However, if this is the beginning of a series, then that would make some sense. But that’s unclear by the ending.

Three out of five pitchforks.

Far too rushed a work with a lot of things happening that don’t quite ring true. Some kind of explanation of why would be good. Some time spent telling that would be better still.



Jul 28 2016

Succubi Image of the Week 445

One of the things that I tend to associate with Succubi is that we are, as a whole, very good listeners… Really, if you think about it, they need to be in order to be able to make someone’s fantasies and dreams real. I found a piece of Succubi art that I think really puts things into focus for me…

Tell me your Secret by OneWingedAngel75

Tell me your Secret by OneWingedAngel75

This art is called Tell me your Secret and is by an artist on DeviantArt called OneWingedAngel75. You can find the original page with this art here and this artist’s page on DeviantArt can be found here.

What catches my thoughts most of all is her expression and her hand upon her chin. It gives me a sort of Succubi Phycologist vibe in a way. That will, I expect, become a story sometime for me to ponder, but that’s another story after all.

Lovely hair, her tail and horns look right for her as well. Her combination of barely-there clothing and heels just makes me smile and I think, really points things towards what she expects the secret desires of others that find her are. A neat come-hither pose as she reclines in her chair is the icing on the cake here too…

Lovely art, really quite inspiring for me as well…