Oct 27 2016

Succubi Image of the Week 458

It’s been a few weeks since Morrigan Aensland has been the Succubi of the Week. I try to find art of her that speaks to my creative side in some way. For this image of Morrigan, I feel like this art puts her into something of a stylized anime form and I think, with her expression, that does work quite well…

More Morrigan Again by justZaz

More Morrigan Again by justZaz

This art is called More Morrigan Again and is by the artist justZaz on DeivantArt. You can find the original page with this art here and this artist’s page on DeviantArt can be found here.

I really quite like this artist’s style for how it stresses Morrigan’s more dominant side. By that I mean while her curves are emphasized here, it’s really the look in her eyes and the slightly clenched smile that caught my attention.

I like to see Morrigan in all of her power and personality, and here that really comes out quite well I thought.



Oct 26 2016

There’s not much to a Fiery Devil Costume is there?

Fiery Devil CostumeFor this, the last peek at costumes before Halloween this year, something a little different. There are not, for some reason, very many lingerie costumes that have a devil theme, even fewer that are even slightly succubish in nature. But there are some, and here is one that gave me pause…

This is called the Fiery Devil Costume and it comes with the top, the boyshorts, neckpiece, tail and horns. Stockings, gloves and shoes are not included and it sells for $160 US.

Adding the gloves, stockings and shoes would then make this entire ensemble a very shocking $225 US.

While I will say that the model is doing her best to make this look enticing, really the base costume, for what it costs, to me seems a bit overpriced.

I will say that, as a whole, the basic costume at least seems to match in colour, which doesn’t happen often. But the tail is a bit sad, the horns are so-so. The lingerie by itself I think is rather cute in its own way though.

If given little choice, I suppose the tail would be the first thing to go, it takes away from the entire look I think. The stockings and shoes are a must as are the gloves as well.

Which then leads to the thought that something like this could be created with things I have already. Which is something I will have to ponder over…

But then, only my Eternal will know what happens to appear…

I’ll give this two and a half out of five pitchforks.

Interesting, missing the mark a bit, but giving me an idea is always good…



Oct 25 2016

A Review of A Succubus for Halloween by Zayna Noble

A Succubus for Halloween by Zayna Noble

A Succubus for Halloween by Zayna Noble

The author Zayna Noble has written a number of works set in a universe where succubi and other myths exist. While I haven’t reviewed their works so far on the Tale, those reviews will be popping up from time to time in the future. However, the author released a work on Smashwords that connects to their succubi story universe and, as the time seems right, I’m going to review that short story today on the Tale.

The character Lala is core to the series, another succubus called Elodie has appeared as well. With this short story set in this author’s universe, a new succubus appears with a delightful story to be told about want, love and desires.

There’s just one problem. The editing.

The work tells of:

In order to get his scrawny, video-game addicted girlfriend to participate in a fun Halloween get-together with his friends, Neil goes to a magic shop to acquire a very special ‘costume’. Bianca doesn’t show any interest in the pendant he presents, instead focusing on her video game where she can live a fantasy life as a gorgeous and powerful demon.

Driven to make both their dreams come true, Neil finally convinces Bianca to try the necklace on. When she does, a drastic transformation turns her from a stick to a gorgeous brunette bombshell! Full breasts, generous hips, toned abs, and long legs, not to mention the demonic horns, wings, and whip-like tail mark Bianca as a succubus! With the body comes the mind and an insatiable hunger for lust and sex.

Worried that he’s lost his girlfriend to demonic possession, he reminds her of her game. She hops back to it but instead of being a passive audience, she brings Neil into her chair. Even though her attention is divided between giving him the lapdance of his life and completing an important boss battle for her guild, she excels in both.

All that’s left is the Halloween get-together. Neil is tense, introducing his new succubus girlfriend to his friends for the first time. Bianca is the first to cave and after all the trick-or-treaters have gone home, she steals her lover away for a passionate session, while his friends are right downstairs!

Neil visits a magic shop where he purchases a gift for his girlfriend. Surprised to see that Bianca loves to play online as a succubus, the gift he was given makes something possible. Bianca is transformed into a succubus, but that’s just the beginning. Not all fun and games are found on computer screens, many come close by.

The work is a sweet romance mixed with a succubus transformation, a bit of succubus seduction and playfulness and that really appealed to me. Two succubi characters that have appeared in prior works by this author, Lala and Elodie appear for but a split second and if you didn’t read the other works by this author it does become a little confusing.

The main characters, Bianca and Neil are wonderful in so many ways. They are cute, in love, and have some delightful quirks that gave both depth and presence. The telling of their relationship, the wish that Neil has, the focus that Bianca has on her online video game, all serve to build their character and I think the author did well with that.

Bianca’s transformation had lovely heat, I liked how that was told and the effects on Bianca when she and Neil became more intimate. The succubus erotica’s heat boiled nicely and it didn’t stray into anything stereotypical or take away from the love between the two main characters. Bianca remains true to herself, regardless of her being a succubus, and I enjoyed that dearly.

The story is lovely, the characters are a joy. Really overall the work is a lovely hot flash which works as a story quite well. But there are problems in all that’s good here. Those problems take away from the heat, from the romance, from the passion and from Bianca’s transformation. The problem comes to something that happens often I regret to say.

The thing I’ve noticed from the author’s writing is that, as a whole, their works need a lot more editing than they have. Here the story becomes a bit muted by spelling mistakes, incorrect word choice and flat at times dialogue. There is heat, the transformation scenes are wonderful, but the editing mistakes and dialogue that just doesn’t “sound” right take away so much from what otherwise is a delightful romantic piece of transformation and succubus erotica.

The work is terribly short, which is a shame, because there’s quite a lot that Bianca and Neil offer as characters. The work skims over details, assuming that the reader has read prior works in the series where Elodie and Lala have appeared. The relationship, the romance, is delightful and both Bianca and Neil develop wonderfully. There’s so much here that’s good, but the editing leaves things lacking and it shouldn’t be.

Three out of five pitchforks.

Again, like many other works by this author, more editing needs to happen. As well, the dialogue could be more passionate, more alive than it is. Also, a bit more time spent in setting up why things happened rather than obliquely suggesting them would be lovely.

And that’s the real shame here. I really like the story as a whole. I loved Bianca’s transformation, her new found needs and desires as a succubus. I liked that she didn’t lose herself becoming a succubus. Most of all, she isn’t evil or stereotypical. All of this is wonderful and I dearly wanted to give this work a higher rating, but I can’t bring myself to do so.

I think the author is creating a wonderful story universe and I do look forward to reading each new tale told. I just honestly wish there was more care taken overall. That alone would make things so much better by far.



Oct 25 2016

A Review of The Haircut by Lusty Soul

The Haircut by Lusty Soul

The Haircut by Lusty Soul

The thing about book summaries is that they offer a glimpse at the work in question, but cannot give everything away. But such summaries that tell a part of the story, one that is tangential to the core story, tend to suggest there’s more. Something different, something unexpected.

A work that tells a story about a succubus is one thing. A story that tells about the trials one soul has faced all their lives is the more gripping and amazing one.

  • Title: The Haircut
  • Author: Lusty Soul
  • Length: 47 Pages
  • Publishing Date: April 8, 2016
  • This work at Amazon.com

The work tells of:

Lucy, a succubus still coming to terms with her special nature, falls in love with her hairdresser. Elbe isn’t the type of girl she usually falls for, but after seeing her stand up to her bigoted brother, Lucy is impressed by Elbe’s confidence and energy, convinced there’s more to this girl underneath her shy and timid personality. She offers Elbe her friendship, which quickly turns into scalding passion. But Elbe’s brother, in his religious zealousness, isn’t so easily deterred…

Lucy finds herself enamoured with Elbe, wanting to know her more than just as her hairdresser. There’s a connection, and for a succubus, that’s a rare and wonderful thing. But Elbe has a problem, her brother, and when Lucy and Elbe’s passions grew, the problem becomes more so. But as well, the connection becomes something more and a secret revealed changes everything.

Lucy isn’t anything like a stereotypical succubus, in fact she’s quite clear in the midst of the story to state that. I liked that her means to survive is the feeding on the sexual pleasures of those she is with, creating more pleasure for them which then gives her more in return. It’s a lovely arrangement, one that I feel works really well and has something special within it to offer.

The story is a dance between Lucy and Elbe, the two flirting, playing, slowly becoming more serious in their attraction to one another. This is told in a passionate, loving way that doesn’t simply move the two characters into bed together. There’s a strongly written plot, a story that as it unfolds is captivating and more.

There is a twist in the story, really it is one that comes unexpectedly, but when it happens, that moment is special. It’s hopeful, there is a connection made, an understanding and acceptance by Lucy of who Elbe really is. Telling that story, telling about what happens through that connection, the effects that Elbe’s brother has on that, takes this work into a place, an emotional level, that I couldn’t turn away from.

The work doesn’t focus on the erotica to the exclusion of all else, but when it comes into play there’s nothing odd about it. It is a loving, caring kind of erotica that offers a glimpse within both characters, telling of them and reinforcing the overall story really well. I am not going to spoil the twist which happens during one moment, it’s just so really well done that one needs to read the story and see how that all plays out.

The characters are wonderful, the emotional connection with the reader is some of the best I have read this year. The work holds you fully, needing you to turn the page, to see what comes next. The atmosphere is rich, the scenes are detailed. There’s so much to like in this work and I am quite pleased with what the author has created.

I do wish the ending was a bit less abrupt however. The final scenes offer much, but the ending just comes up a little short. I would have liked a little more closure, perhaps a hint of what comes next for Lucy and Elbe. What happens before the last pages is important, and how things comes to a close just doesn’t quite match all that comes before. The strength in this work are the characters, and in the last few paragraphs, something was missing.

Four and a half out of five pitchforks.

A twist in the story that doesn’t take away from the characters, a connection that matters and a story with feeling, love and promise. Really all that I could ask for, and much that was unexpected, but cherished as much as the characters are.

I just wish there was time spent in telling the after more than there is. The author notes “the end of the beginning” as the work closes… I do hope that’s true.



Oct 24 2016

The Second Coming – Part IV By TeraS

Part Four of the ongoing story I’ve been working on for Halloween this October on the Tale. If you’d like to read the prior three parts of this story, you can find them here on the Tale.

The question of good and evil—there is no or if you think about it—comes to a matter of understanding. The words that declare what is right or wrong are words with power. They can shape reality, minds, emotions, and needs. But, when it matters, the question is immaterial for someone that needs the answer they seek.

The Second Coming
Part IV
By TeraS

The room was still and quiet, a shocking change from what had been moments before. Mandy held Cleo in her arms, Amber was out cold, as was the unfortunate young man  that Amber, as a succubus, had sunk her claws into and fed from. The book laid nearby, the cover scored with what looked like claw marks, and Goddess-knew-how many pages beneath were destroyed. The emerald was cracked, dull, no longer a deep green as the pictures had shown before.

All were promising things, save for one that gave Mandy pause.

Cleo’s hair. There was red in it. She’d been warned by the pastor not to leave Cleo alone with the succubus. She feared that she knew the reason why, but prayed silently that she was wrong about it. More, she didn’t know what she was going to do next. Cleo wasn’t in any condition to help, nor was Amber—or her ex-thrall, for that matter. Reaching one hand into the pocket of her jeans, Mandy fingered the card the pastor had given her. She didn’t have any other options.

His voice was staticky: “Hello?”

“Cleo was alone.”

There was a telling silence. She thought her phone had lost the connection, but his whisper came through: “How… is she?”

The question brought the young nun up short, her eyes returning to her paramour: “She’s got some red in her hair. She’s out cold. Can’t say more.”

There was a tremor in his voice: “It starts with that. She’ll change. It’s inevitable.”

“Nothing is inevitable. How do we stop this?”

“You can’t. I can’t.”

“You said if I needed you, to call. Well, I need your ass and I need it now.”

The connection was fading in and out: “It’s not the time.”

“What are you talking about? I’m going to lose Cleo! I need you!”

“They’ll be coming for her … for you.”

The sound of footfalls in the hallway outside drew Cleo’s attention and her eyes darted around the room: “Who?”

“Don’t leave her. Don’t let them take her, no matter what.”

The line went dead.

Mandy stuffed the card away as they came into the room: “Right.”

The first person into the room made Mandy gasp in surprise. The voice was authoritative: “We’ll take over from here.”

Mandy’s blue eyes hardened as they came closer: “Don’t touch her.”

“Sister Miranda, step aside.”

“Not going to happen.”

“You have no choice. Leave her.”

Mandy’s first answer was to wave her cellphone at them as a voice came over the speaker: “911. What’s your emergency?”

Her second response as the interlopers glared was to raise her middle finger: “I need the police and an ambulance! My God! Something’s happened and I can’t wake them up!”

“We’re on the way Ma’am. Say on the line with me.”

By the time the police and ambulance arrived, the visitors were gone. Mandy had little time to gather up the book and the remnants of the emerald, stuffing both underneath the cushions of Amber’s couch outside. Not the best hiding place, but it would do …

… she hoped.

Mandy hadn’t left Cleo’s side, leaving the aftermath of Amber and her victim to the confused police in her wake, speeding away with the ambulance. She’d managed to turn on the gas stove, leaving a strong small of natural gas in the apartment. That would explain why everyone was out cold. Not the signs of sex, or the whips, or bondage paraphernalia, however. Mandy expected an article in one of the checkout rags to have pictures next week. The headline wouldn’t be near to the truth. Thank God … Goddess … whomever.

She didn’t sleep through the night, remaining by Cleo’s side, hoping she’d wake up. His warning kept her awake, praying that she’d not have to see the intruder again. But the visitors were back the next morning as Mandy held vigil in Cleo’s hospital room.

The sun hadn’t come over the horizon as the leader spoke: “None of this will help her, Sister. She needs to be taken to a place where she can be contained.

Mandy should have been cowed by their presence; she should have given in to their demands. She did, however, manage not to tell them to go and fuck themselves. That would have been pushing the limits and she couldn’t afford to do that, not with her.

“Sorry, Your Grace. Cléophée stays here.”

From across the room, her superior rested on an old hospital chair, the image of the proper head of their church, wise in all things … or so it would seem: “She is a threat. We cannot allow her to be free. It’s best we restrain her and exorcise what lurks within her. We have some theories, and …”

The revelation made the redhead shiver with realization: “You have no idea how.”

“The … method … has not been used in centuries.”

“What? Burning her at the stake? Drowning her?”

“They are options.”

Mandy couldn’t breathe. They’d given up on Cleo already, made up their minds. Damn them all!

The prelate moved to leave, placing a card on the other bed in the room: “You will keep me informed?”

Mandy didn’t look. Her focus was on Cleo’s pale features, her reply out of rote: “Yes, your Grace.”

The sunrise came, which found Mandy brushing her fingers through Cleo’s lovely ash-brown hair. Even with the red highlights, she held on to the thought that Cleo was still there, still … Cleo. Her fingertips were brushing over Cleo’s cheek when Cleo took a breath and whispered: “Mandy?”

“Hey … You scared the shit out of me. How are you feeling?”

Cleo looked much older as she sighed and opened her brown eyes, squinting at the light in the room: “Tired. Hurts all over. What happened?”

“You, my sweet dear Cleo, were an idiot. You said you were going to do something stupid and, by God, you did.”

Cleo’s thoughts weren’t of herself: “Doesn’t matter. How’s Amber and that poor man?”

Mandy couldn’t help her smile: “Amber’s been freed, he’ll survive. They’re both in the hospital recovering. Neither remembers exactly what happened.”

Turning on her side, wincing, Cleo pulled a pillow underneath her as she looked towards Mandy: “What … about me.”

Mandy took hold of Cleo’s hand: “You were out cold when I came in. Cleo … you’re …”

“I know.”

“No, you don’t. Her Grace was here. They want to imprison you, and that’s the best part of what they want to do.”

“I meant … I know I have the succubus in me.”

Mandy turned away, sniffling as she did so: “Seems so. Your hair’s got some red in it now.”

“It’s … different than what happened before.”


“In the catacombs it was a split second and I was turned. I don’t understand.”

The younger soul smiled: “I’ll take what I can get. There might be a way out.”

There’s no way out, Cleo.

They didn’t have another visit from the powers-that-be of the church, though Mandy couldn’t ignore the two men, looking out of place in their ill-fitting suits, positioned in the waiting room nearby. Not thinking much about the idea of leaving Cleo alone, she managed to convince the nursing staff that it would be quite fine for her to use the other bed in the room to watch over Cleo.

It had also been nice of that receptionist at the hotel to send over a bag of her and Cleo’s things. She still didn’t like that smile, however. Creepy didn’t come close to how ick it was. The evening came with Cleo sitting up in bed, poking at her tray’s contents: “The apple pie is almost edible.”

Mandy’s reply came from the other bed, her focus on the ceiling tiles: “I can bake a better one. I have a family recipe that you’d love.”

Cleo swallowed her bite: “What are you thinking about?”

“They’ve released Amber and Ben. They’re going to release you tomorrow.”


“Which means?”

“Which means they’ll be waiting for you to leave. They’ll probably grab you and spirit you away.”


The sound of Cleo’s fork clattering to the table drew Mandy’s attention to her: “What’s up?”

She watched as her mentor pulled herself out of bed, gathered up a robe and some towels: “I need a shower. I’d rather have a bath, these old bones don’t like showers much.”

“You’re not old.”

Cleo didn’t answer that, save to shuffle past Mandy, closing the door to the bathroom soon after. The next thing that Mandy heard was the shower running, and, to occupy herself, she started to gather things for Cleo to wear when she was finished.

The shower ran as Cleo looked into the mirror. She was old, worn, tired. Sighing, she frowned and mumbled to herself: “What are we going to do?”

The steam soon covered the mirror and she turned away, pulling the curtain closed behind her. The soap was barely a sliver, being that it was supplied by the lowest bidder, as was the shampoo. Cleo stepped under the stream of water, soon soaking her short hair before beginning to rub the shampoo in.


Washing the shampoo out took a moment, then she splashed the warm water over her cheeks before her attention turned to soaping away the grime that was covering her skin. As she did so, she said a little prayer, her thoughts of Mandy as she did so. The smallest glimmer of a fantasy caused the smallest of embarrassed smiles to appear.


The first real change, the one that Cleo wasn’t quite aware of, was the wave of red that cascaded over her hair. Bit by bit, inch by terrible inch, Cleo’s lovely ash-brown hair turned to flame, the red that was almost, if not quite, as red as Mandy’s own.

She then felt her hair growing longer, the waterfall of red tickling down her back, the added weight of the water from the shower head making it now impossible to ignore. A few stray locks of hair came over her shoulders, the ends tickling over her chest and Cleo’s hands took hold of the errant red, lifting it to her eyes.

“Oh no.”


There wasn’t time to think, to cry out for Mandy. A spark of heat, centred deep within her, a need, a throbbing pulse of want, curled itself around her clit, causing Cleo to stumble backwards against the wall of the shower. Hot and wet now, her pussy made her shudder, her back arching. Gasping for breath, her cheeks flushed, she bit her lip as one hand toyed with her folds, the other cupping her breast, pinching a nipple.

This is what you want. Open yourself to me.

Cleo shook her head, mouthing a no, trying to resist, but there was nowhere to run to. Still, she couldn’t hide from the voice in her thoughts pressing on her, pushing her, demanding that she give in.

A flash of Mandy, nude, her sex open and weeping, took Cleo’s thoughts. Her want opened the door and the succubus crashed through it.

Mandy didn’t hear a thing.

Cleo’s pupils dilated, a surge passed through her skin, rippling as it traveled from her sex up to her forehead and down to the tips of her toes. She was groping her cleavage now; her body began to change, a gasp and moan escaping her finally, but not in her voice as it was. On the edge of her perception, it sounded lighter, breather, seductive and erotic.

It wasn’t her.

But it is.

With nipples far more perky than she had in her younger years, her breasts began swelling, her hands not able to hold them. Her nails lengthening, her skin became young, flawless, inhumanly perfect. Another wave of power cascaded through her, making her younger by the moment, ten years, twenty, even more, and still it didn’t stop.

Cleo shrieked, her body becoming hypersensitive, no longer the Cleo of learned years and knowledge, but a young, seductive woman whose body wanted one thing. That cry, and the sound of Cleo falling in the shower, Mandy heard clearly, and she rushed inside.

She found Cleo curled up on the shower floor, the water raining down on her. It was Cleo—there was enough there for Mandy to know it was her, without question. But the tears that came, seeing Cleo changed, were also accompanied by something she had forgotten:

Be careful what you wish for. You might just get it.

Mandy didn’t care about the water as she struggled to help Cleo sit up in the shower, her clothing being soaked through in moments. Cleo’s hands covered her face as she cried for what she’d lost.

You should be happy for what you’ve gained!

“Oh, God, Mandy.”

“Shh … It’s okay. Look at me.”

Cleo’s tear reddened brown eyes looked into Mandy’s blue: “What am I going to do?”

Mandy’s words hid the little shiver of pleasure she had in seeing her lover transformed: “We can’t stay here. You don’t look anything like … you.”

They looked at each other, Mandy holding Cleo, she shivering in her arms. The two redheads held each other’s gaze, a long moment passed, neither moving. It wasn’t clear which of them was the first, it didn’t matter. The needful kiss of two lovers, their desires opened at last, did.

The kiss was deep and soulful. Both were gasping in surprise when they had to part, their desire for one another now having no need to be hidden from view.

“Mandy … I …”

“I know. Cleo, I’ve always known.”

Cleo twined some of Mandy’s wonderful red hair around one of her fingers: “What are we going to do?”

Mandy had a smile that made Cleo shiver: “Oh … I have an idea about how we’re getting out of here.

The ache of the succubus within her grew a little, assuming that soon Cleo would be feeding. The whisper was heartfelt: “Please, don’t let me hurt anyone.”

“You won’t. I promise.”

With Mandy’s help, Cleo stood up and left the shower, wrapping the robe she’d brought around her waist. The mirror was still steamed over, but she could see the red of her hair reflected in it.

“Close your eyes.”

The sound of a towel being wiped over the mirror came.

“Have a look.”

The woman in the mirror opened her eyes, her lovely kissable red lips parted in surprise. Her hair. It was like fire now, but looking at Mandy, Cleo was, somehow, pleased that Mandy’s hair was brighter than her own. The robe parted in a way that left no illusion that her cleavage had doubled, possibly more than that. The hourglass figure, which the terrycloth robe did nothing to disguise, was mesmerizing.

Perfect aren’t we? Prey will be crawling to us.

Cleo was shocked how much she’d been changed. Licking her lips without realizing it, she sighed: “Well, I’m not getting out of here in the nude. I can’t leave wearing a hospital gown, either.”

Mandy’s cupping of Cleo’s cleavage was a surprise. More so when her smile became a little larger: “You won’t be.”

Cleo’s shivering wasn’t from being cold. The need deep inside her was inflamed by Mandy’s touch.

She’ll be delicious.”

Cleo pushed herself away, trying to get space between them both, for Mandy’s sake.

Liar! You want her.

“Cleo! Please!”

She’d managed to put her bed between them: “Mandy, no! That’s what it wants! It wants … you!”

“I know. But you want me, too. We’re going to use that.”

Cleo’s confusion was plain to see as Mandy turned away, opening the bags that had been delivered: “They are expecting two nuns. They won’t be expecting … us.”

The confusion got worse as Mandy dangled one flame red heel in one hand and a bit of sparkly fabric in the other.



“I’m not going to be able to resist you.”

Her smile was telling: “I hope not.”

The two watchers weren’t paying much attention. They’d been there the entire day and nothing had happened. They weren’t quite awake when the two young women walked down the hallway.

They woke up some when they passed by. It was impossible to miss two stunningly beautiful, erotically so, redheads walking together hand in hand. From the come-fuck-me-heels, to the barely-there miniskirts and the tighter than tight tank tops, there was no ignoring them.

They were, to be blunt, sex on heels.

The saying written on their tops, one of which was stretched to the point where her nipples were pressing clearly against the fabric, was even more to the point. Each had a glittering arrow, pointing at the other. The saying?

She’s mine

Their hips rolled as they passed, thrusting out their chests, their bodies on display in wanton lust. Every few steps one would lick and suck at the other’s neck with her red painted lips, or the other would caress a hand, with their long red nails, possessively over her partner’s ass.

When they arrived at the elevators, they spent the time waiting for one to arrive, lips pressed against lips, tongues playing against each other. The sound of the bell announcing the arrival of the elevator was ignored, at least long enough for one to push the other against the elevator doors. They opened in the next moment, the two stumbling in, giggling, but not stopping their tongue and lips playing with each other. As the elevator doors closed, the last view of the two women was one redhead pushing the other against a mirrored wall, the other gasping in surprise and need.

In the elevator, Mandy pressed Cleo against the wall: “I wasn’t sure that was going to work.”

Cleo moaned, her heat building from Mandy’s own: “You … You need something less slutty as a wardrobe. Some tweed jackets would … gawd … be a start. I … don’t want to know what they were thinking!”

Mandy’s cherry red lips caressed Cleo’s own: “I think … they either wanted to fuck us both, or they wanted to watch me go down on you.”

Cleo’s whimpers turned lustful as Mandy’s fingers dipped beneath her skirt: “Mandy … please …”

Hot breath on Cleo’s clit made Mandy’s next words shattering: “For you? Anything Cleo. Always and forever.”

As a very talented tongue stroked Cleo’s clit, her purr was on the edge of a growl as she moaned: “Mirandaaaaa …”

Oct 23 2016

A Review of The Coed’s First Futa by Jocelyn Saragona

The Coed's First Futa by Jocelyn Saragona

The Coed’s First Futa by Jocelyn Saragona

A review of the second work in the Succubus in the Sorority series this time on the Tale. The series has, as one of the characters, a futa succubus named Sharis. You can find my review of the first work in the series here.

In the prior review, I noted that the author needed to edit this work more, which they have in this, the second work in the series. I hoped they would improve on their dialogue, which they did as well. But I also wanted to have Sharis grow as a character, telling moe about her, taking her from being a means for sex into something more substantial of a character.

Two out of three is a good thing really.


  • Title: The Coed’s First Futa
  • Author: Jocelyn Saragona
  • Published By: Amazon Digital Services
  • Length: 38 Pages
  • Format: eBook
  • ASIN: B01M05Y9LM
  • Publishing Date: October 15, 2016
  • This work in Kindle Format at Amazon.com

It is the story of:

Meghan is one tough, kick-boxing coed conflicted about her sexual temptations. Her purity ring tells her one thing. Her make outs with a hot guy tell her another. Only vigorous work outs keep her sexual cravings in check. That backfires when Meghan catches her exhibitionist sorority friend having sex with a futa. After that unbelievably steamy encounter, Meghan’s unexpected bisexual desires won’t go away. She finds the sexiest Halloween costume ever -if only it will make her brave enough for her first time.

Meghan’s life is complicated. Promises made, thoughts of need within her enflaming her passions. Her friends seem to understand, but when Meghan discovers that her friend Sharis isn’t quite what she seems, things change for her and her options open. But along the way, there are always bumps in the road to overcome.

While Sharis, the main succubus character of the series does appear, the work isn’t about her, or really connects to the prior work in any really meaningful way. It’s like all that happened before, including the appearance of Jacquette, a very dominant succubus, never happened. There’s little told of Sharis being a succubus, she’s never described as such either. Without being aware of the prior work, it isn’t clear that Sharis is a succubus in the first place.

That said, her character does develop a little bit, though some of the events are a little thin, not delved into or explained well. In the same way, the little bit of erotica that Sharis appears in really doesn’t have a lot of heat, seems to be added for the sake of doing so and doesn’t amount to much. This makes sense from the point that this work is about Meghan, and it’s understandable, but that’s the problem here.

The prior work ended in a way that I really wanted to see move onwards, to expand the universe, to tell more about the succubi that live in that world. Both Sharis and Jacquette had a lot of promise. Why that plot thread was tossed aside for a story which, overall, didn’t have much of a connection to the first work in the series bothered me.

However, as erotica with meaning, with a little bit of romance and a lot of story wrapped around Meghan’s coming of age, her choices, and the events that come from that, the work reads well, held my interest and I liked it overall.

But as a work about succubi, this isn’t one. Tangentially perhaps, but otherwise no. Meghan’s story is told, but the story of Sharis languishes in sort of a limbo, she being really barely used in the work and when she does appear, it’s so fleeting as to be almost invisible. Not even the one erotic scene she’s in can overcome that.

Two and a half out of five pitchforks.

This isn’t a story about Sharis, or about succubi really. It’s a coming of age story for Meghan overall. For that, the work is really well written and I liked the character development that came as well. I still want to see more of Sharis, developing her character more. It seems like Sharis is being worked into the background, not the focus of the series, but instead a means for some futa sex to be told. The little glimmers of her character I liked and, perhaps, the next work will give more of that.



Oct 23 2016

A Review of Broken Wings by Rebecca R. Pierce

Broken Wings by Rebecca R. Pierce

Broken Wings by Rebecca R. Pierce

There comes a point when we all look into who we are, where we’re been, and what has happened to us. Many times in doing so we lose a part of ourselves in the exploration. At the same time, if one is inclined to doing so, a soul can find their own truth, what matters to them and puts themselves on the path to something better.

Sometimes a change can do you good. Sometimes that change comes in more ways than we imagine. The risk is there of course. The challenge is taking that risk and seeing where it leads you.

  • Title: Broken Wings
  • Author: Rebecca R. Pierce
  • Length: 45 Pages
  • Publishing Date: April 6, 2016
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It tells the story of:

When Valerie Tempest gets dumped by her live-in fiance, she panics, and suddenly needs to be “anywhere but here.” That impulsive “anywhere” finds her on the next flight to Istanbul, far away from any family, friends, or colleagues. A foreign land, a wrong turn, and an impulse buy of an ancient relic puts her face to face with a sexy genie named Kahlil. Is he everything she could wish for, or should she travel on?

Valerie finds herself far from home, thinking about her life, what’s happened, and where she goes from here. Alone, seeking herself amongst the ebb and flow of where she finds herself, things change. A connection is made, a life begins anew, and along the way, Valerie discovers that what she thought was her life was only the prelude to something far better.

The central focus of this story is that of Valerie’s character development most of all. While Kahlil has much to do with that, guiding her, offering her things to think about, and pleasures which Valerie’s ex didn’t seem to care about, the entire work revolves around Valerie’s own need to find herself, decide what she wants to do, and then make the decision to be herself and not what others want her to be.

The progression of Valerie from accepting how things are, just going along with things, to the more fully realized, mature, and most importantly, self-assured woman she becomes isn’t something that makes no sense. The seed of who she becomes is there from the beginning, it takes Valerie making a choice, holding to that, which turns the story forwards.

When Kahlil appears, the interesting thing about him is how he sees himself, what his reality is, and why. There’s a moment in telling his story which, for me, spoke to a certain view that I have about succubi and incubi and at that moment the author fully had me involved. Kahlil isn’t stereotypical, isn’t what one might expect him to be. But that’s clear from the moment he appears and he never betrays himself and his own truths.

The way both main characters are drawn together is told in a way that doesn’t rush headlong into over the top erotica. There is time spent for them to meet, touch, feel each other’s pain and needs in equal measure. That building up of their connection, the passions which come to the fore, is what needed to be told carefully and it is here. When the story turns to being erotic, it simmers at a low boil, a creeping desire that I thoroughly enjoyed. There isn’t a moment when the entwining of Kahlil and Valerie feels wrong, or out of place. There’s a connection which isn’t a fleeting one, it lasts and it makes the work so much better.

The conclusion is emotional, pushing Valerie into a place where her own truths, and that of Kahlil, create something that worked perfectly for them both, closed the circle of the story well, and I dearly loved the ending for how it contrasted with where the story came from.

The only thing I wished for, was to see the “after” when the story ended. The last words, the last moments, offered a direction for the story to take, even if fleetingly so, and I wanted to see part of that. To see Valerie as she became, what that first moment would be like, the possibility of meeting a certain character mentioned in passing by Kahlil would have I think added something that I think was missing at the end. Valerie wanted to find her equal, her soulmate, her life. The story ends just as that begins. It would have been so lovely to see Valerie be who she was meant to be for so long.

Simply one of my favourite incubi books of 2016. The story is deep, strong and complex, the characters are real, with their souls bared and needs open to be seen. A scene of love, compassion and understanding throughout the story leads to a moment unexpected and an ending that was perfect in so many ways. My only wish is that the moments after the final words were told to complete the circle for Valerie.

Four and a half out of five pitchforks.

I simply adored the story, the characters and more. A very unique and captivating view of the myth of succubi and incubi, of who they are and what their purpose is. Finding oneself is always a promising story idea. Finding oneself and then becoming who you really are is the better story. Here the author created something wondrous, something with heart and soul.

Those are, always, the best stories of all…