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Something of a primal Succubus for this week’s image on the Tale. Not all Succubi are sweetness and nice of course, there are some who are meant to… teach a lesson to the unwary. A work of art then this week in which her pets would be well advised to obey their Mistress’ commands.

 

This work is by the artist e-guerrero on DeviantArt and you can find the original page with this art here and this artist’s page can be found here as well.

Perhaps the most haunting part of this image are her eyes. There’s no question she’s evil from the scythe she holds to the kind of living armour that cups to her form. Evil sharp horns and her expression just says that she’s a harsh Mistress. The thing I wonder about, and it might make for a story, is that her eyes almost feel like she’s a possessed woman and this is her form following the Succubus taking over. That’s an interesting story to wonder over.

She is missing a tail however. Shame that.

 

Tera

Something a little bit different for this week’s Succubi. Seduction comes in many forms and some of the most seductive begin with a smile and an invitation.

 

This work is by the artist kyph98 and you can find the original page on DeviantArt with this work here and this artist’s page can be found here on DeviantArt as well.

Wonderful smile and expression, I also like how her horns blend nicely into her hair as well. Her tail is a bit rough looking, but that’s not really an issue. The almost-there outfit works well with her form and the pose is the perfect temptation as well.

Sexy temptation is lovely to find and this art reflects that wonderfully.

 

Tera

Fruit vs vegetable

That classic thing: tomatoes are really a fruit — well, a whole lot of other vegetables are technically fruit too. I do find this way of thinking of it helpful:

• Fruit — ovaries developed from the flowering parts containing seeds. They’re basically what grows where the flower was.
• Vegetable — other edible parts of a plant. So basically, anything else, with a handy list being: leaves, roots, stems and flowers.

So this makes tons of other common vegetables actually fruit, including peas, avocadoes, cucumbers, eggplants, bell peppers and more. And corn and raspberries are still rather complicated.

Some other fruit and veg sketchplanations:

• hedgehog a mango
• de-seed pomegranates
• the hungry gap
• freeze lemons and limes
• scoville scale
• what’s the difference between mandarins, clementines, satsumas and tangerines?
• open bananas like a monkey
• roll limes before squeezing
• cut an onion into teeny pieces
• advice to eat well

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Many of the stories in the Realm are given life through the tireless editing of my heart … Last week’s story, “Interlude,” brought an interesting thought from him about Valerie that I hadn’t considered at the time. To tell that story however, there needs to be an …

 

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By TeraS

 

Valerie never scheduled a tour of the Realm following the spring time change. It never failed to wear her out, put her on edge. The next day was, always, a chance to sleep in and recover from the night before. However, when she managed to crawl out of bed and stumble to the shower, she discovered something quite troubling: her entire tail, from tip to Valerie’s bottom, was covered in red and black fingerprints. Being that succubi tails are quite sensitive, just looking at these prints was making the purple-tail relive a remarkable amount of arousal. She realized she was still … mmmmmm … buzzing with afterglow from what must have been an incredible night that she couldn’t quite remember. Every time she looked at those marks, the remembered sensation drove her to a near frenzy. She couldn’t leave the prints there, and so, in order to remove every single mark from Valerie’s purple tail, it needed to scrubbed … throughly.

Tera was enjoying the chance to lie in bed with her Eternal—and to lay her Eternal in bed—when a scream shattered the stillness of the morning. Well, it wasn’t so much a scream as an expression of orgasmic delight that made the red tail smile … and inspired her to match it. Keith soon found himself occupied for the balance of the day, not that he particularly minded, of course. The day following the spring time change did make Tera usually a bit more … enthusiastic.

Val eventually wobbled out of the shower, her flame red hair even more so, her purple tail having darkened to a deeper purple than any other purple-tail had been in the Realm for ages. As she made her way towards her bedroom, she bumped her now extremely sensitive tail against the bathroom door. She managed a gasp of surprise before her eyes rolled up and she crumpled to the hallway floor captured in the bliss of her tail’s newfound arousal.

The ensorcelled purple-tail lay in a messy heap, towels scattered around her and mewling, lost in the pleasure that her tail was pouring through her. Her tail might not have a mark on it, but in being so … enthusiastic … Val had opened a door within herself unexpectedly, one that was never meant to be opened. Flashes of memory appeared and then vanished as the orgasms returned, taking them away from her. A scant image of a red tail waving, a mane of deep black hair, perfect lips of red pressing against her own, gasping and cumming as those red lips and green eyes took her away again and again.

The clock radio barged into her dreams again, the announcer talking about the weather, noting that the morning was particularly hot and steamy for the time of year. Rolling onto her side, Valerie couldn’t help the giggling moan that her parted lips allowed to escape as she rubbed one hand furiously between her trembling legs. The weather wasn’t the only thing that was hot and steamy that morning.

It took quite a lot of effort for Val to drag herself across her bedroom, the carpet not helping in her hyper-sensitive state. Managing to gather her wits, she focused on getting to her cellphone and making a call. The phone slipped from her hands twice before she threw it onto the bedsheets and crawled after it.

Making the call while rubbing her towel against her wet, overheated sex was delicious torture: “C … Call … oh, fuck … Call Miriam!”

On the fourth ring, thank Tera, it was answered by a perky voice: “Hello?”

“M … Miriam?”

“Val?”

“Oh, gawddess … Miriammmmmmmmmmm …”

On the other end of the call, the brightest yellow-tail seen for ages in the Realm found herself treated to the sound of a succubi cumming. Some societies might think this to be an obscene phone call, but, in the Realm, this was something more akin to foreplay.

Miriam could help but giggle: “Holy moly, Val, what happened?”

What came next made Miriam stare at her phone: “F… f … ffff … finnnngerprintsssss … ink … all over … ffffffff … tailllll …”

The blush that came to Miriam’s cheeks wasn’t from Val’s predicament. It was Miriam remembering her own misadventure with covering her own tail in rouge, turning it red. A lesson in succubi biology that she never forgot.

Her tail was pointing straight up as she whispered: “You … you didn’t.”

The scream that came from the phone made the yellow tail hold it about a tail length from her ear: “YES! OH FUCK, YES!”

Slapping one hand over her eyes, Miriam sighed: “Just … try not to make things worse. We’ll be right over!”

The only answer was the phone bouncing off the floor and a shriek of pleasure as Val tumbled further into her bliss.

Irving had been entwined with Miriam as she’d taken the call on their couch and watched as the tail of his eye disconnected the call: “What happened?”

Miriam sighed: “Something about fingerprints on her tail. She tried to get them off herself and … ummm …”

Irving winced: “Wow!”

He did have the good sense not to say “at least she’s getting herself off,” as Miriam would have hit him with a pillow, and she was exceptionally good at pillow fights, he’d learned.

Val had completely forgotten about the phone and everything else, her entire focus being on the need to cum over and over again. Her bedroom was a hazy place, everything out of focus and unclear. Shapes didn’t resolve themselves into anything that made any sense at all. She was trapped in a spiral of lust and pleasure that took her further and further away with each passing moment.

It wasn’t long before her writhing caused the purple-tail to roll off her bed and fall to the floor. It didn’t matter; the push to her next orgasm was all that mattered. Val’s fingers were playing with her clit as a voice, so familiar, breathed hotly against her ear: “Poor purple tail.” She wanted to answer, but the touch of a long red fingernail against the tip of her tail made that impossible. That didn’t mean, of course, that her delicious tormentor couldn’t speak: “I left you in such a terrible state. But you should have known better.”

That fingernail drew a path from the tip of a long purple tail onwards as the musing continued, Val’s mind being focused on the sharp touch and the voice dripping with delight at her predicament: “mmm … What to do with you … I haven’t had a pet in …”—the dark chuckle made Val’s toes curl—“… ages. Perhaps I should keep you.”

It took all of Val’s effort to bare her neck and whimper: “Please…”

The fingertip left and Val didn’t dare to move.

Lilith lay beside the lost purple-tail, considering. One missing succubi wouldn’t be a problem; she could make the Realm forget and that would be that. It was nothing to straddle the delicious morsel, to look into glazed-over eyes, hear the mindless mewl of submission, need, and want. Bending one will to serve wouldn’t even be an effort. The First shivered, then shook her head to clear her thoughts. No; that was the old way, the way that almost doomed her kind, and she was not going to do that. But there was something about Valerie that kept drawing Lilith to her.

Val had another little burst of pleasure as Lilith’s smile appeared in all its seductiveness, her lips drawing close and then kissing her, the pleasure of being touched by the First of Them All filling her soul with desire.

That desire was not doused by Lilith’s words: “You won’t remember, Valerie, just like every time before.”

There was a note of panic, Valerie struggling in vain: “No! Want … need to remember!”

Lilith’s sigh made Val’s sex drip: “Doesn’t work like that.”

That sad note made Valerie understand, even if Lilith couldn’t. Her mewl held a promise from her soul: “I’ll remember.”

The purple tail’s focus turned back to the perfect body of the First, her lips and tongue worshipping Lilith as a long supple red tail drew its tip against Val’s own needy and slick pussy. Lilith’s voice was lost in their gasps as they pushed each other to the brink: “No … you … won’t.”

Val wasn’t sure if her screams or Lilith’s were louder as they both came and she blacked out.

When Miriam and Irving burst into Val’s apartment, they found her lying on the carpet beside her bed, the sheets pulled off and tangled around her tail and legs. Val’s hair was matted, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. Her hair redder than Miriam remembered and her purple horns almost, if not quite, a dark purple that almost looked black.

Miriam ran into the bathroom as Irving called for help on his phone.

Neither heard Val sigh in rapture … or the name that came from lips of reverence …

“Lilith.”

Irving was impatiently waiting for the phone to be answered when a slim, purple-tipped hand suddenly snatched the phone away.

He spun about in surprise to be greeted by an oversexed Valerie with wild flame red hair, tail and horns of a purple so dark as to be not quite, but almost, black. Her jade green eyes were inescapable as they probed the depths of the incubi currently capturing her insatiable desires. A long, purple tail wrapped around his waist as wet, crimson lips crushed against his own. Something undeniably needful ensnared Irving, leaving no resistance, no inquiry as to why his clothing vanished … or why Valerie wrapped her hot, slick hand around his shaft and started to stroke.

The studious incubi didn’t even notice when he fell onto the carpet, but Valerie’s tight sex wrapping itself around his shaft as she followed him to their mutual ecstasy was something he couldn’t ignore. The growl of passion that drew from Irving was so very unlike him, but exactly what Valerie’s lust demanded.

Miriam was running water over a washcloth when she heard the thud beyond the door. She didn’t have the chance to ask what happened when the symphony of lust in the next room washed over her. A wave of heat rolled from the tip of her bright yellow tail through her body, leaving in its wake a desperate need to cum.

Pushing herself from the sink, she tumbled into the bedroom winding up on her hands and knees. Miriam’s glassy eyes looked across the room in a daze, the sight of her beloved blue-tail being ridden by a wild purple-tail causing her to boil over and her last threads of restraint to snap. Her tail glowed and her body thrummed in need, demanding that she entwine herself completely in the lustful scene before her.

The glint from Val’s eyes as she rode Irving in delight drowned Miriam in a never-ending chasm of need. She needed to lick and suck and cum and fuck. Nothing mattered but burying herself between Val’s legs as Irving filled her over and over again. The sudden vanishing of a bright yellow dress was a relief, as Miriam wasn’t able to put much else between her horns save the thought of submitting to her new, feral, titian mistress. Her last, fleeting thought as she lowered her lips to lick Valerie’s folds and Irving’s shaft was that being naked would make things so much easier. Val’s whirlwind of lust pulled the three souls into a tangle of limbs and tails cocooned in screams of ecstasy.

The passion of the brightest of all of the yellow-tails drove headlong into the lust of the darkest of the purple. The two battling for supremacy over one very special blue-tail. Val suddenly arched her back, cumming until she collapsed, Irving’s shaft slipping free as she did so, Miriam pushing the stunned purple-tail aside and mounting her beau with an excited gasp as their vision greyed out before turning black.

All the while, Miriam being who she is, the building, frenzied ardor was no longer limited to the room, but was spreading throughout the Realm, and even pushing through portals into other worlds. Legions of succubi and incubi were driven into unthinking, untamed, uncontrolled ecstasy. Even the First, who could not remember the last time such urges had such a grip on her, found herself inexorably drawn to the orgy at the center of this storm just before all three participants passed out.

As the room fell silent, from on top of the bed, a sultry red-tail with hair a darker black than even Tera’s regarded the scene and nibbled her lip in thought … and then Lilith entwined herself among them and the pleasure started anew.

Proportionality bias

We have a natural tendency to think that big events must have big causes. For instance, in one study, participants who were told that a plane had crashed and everyone died were more likely to believe it was a terrorist incident than one in which they were told a plane had crashed but people survived. It might also help explain why, when we want to roll that big lucky number to win, we might find ourselves giving the dice an extra shake before rolling, as if the extra effort might lead to the better outcome.

Normally, proportionality bias makes a lot of sense, but sometimes it leads us astray. Working with software, for example, might help train this out of us as a mere misplaced comma can bring entire systems grinding to a halt. And small changes to ecosystems, or, say, a small temperature rise on a planet, can lead to massive consequences.

Proportionality bias is considered one of the drivers of conspiracy theories. For example, we might be inclined to think that someone like Lady Diana couldn’t possibly have just died in a driving accident — there must be more to it. Or JFK couldn’t have been killed just by a lone gunman — there must be a larger plot at work.

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