Welcome to Incubus Tales: A Thousand Words by Hushicho. In Noctemberg, it is always night. Dhiar, proprietor and gay incubus, welcomes you to Phantasies, a very special shop. Sensuality is more than just Dhiar’s stock in trade, it is his raison d’être. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Thursdays. This week is Chapter Twenty-Seven.

27th Night—Where You Are

Dhiar reclined on his chaise lounge, sipping some slushy drink that seemed less and less frosty with every passing moment.

“You know, I’m not really a beach person, but I really do like it here.” He adjusted the sunglasses on his face. “It’s so… ‘my pace’. You know?”

Beside him, lying on a large towel on the sand, Siros stretched out wings and arms with a steadily-spreading smile. “You mean like… taking things at your own measure? Taking them as they come? Yes… it seems that way.” He looked up at the sky, then at the crashing water, wave after wave tumbling in. “It’s remarkable that it could be so warm here and so cool in the rest of the city…” Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 27 →

Welcome to Incubus Tales: A Thousand Words by Hushicho. In Noctemberg, it is always night. Dhiar, proprietor and gay incubus, welcomes you to Phantasies, a very special shop. Sensuality is more than just Dhiar’s stock in trade, it is his raison d’être. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Thursdays. This week is Chapter Twenty-Six.

26th Night—Eden

Dhiar contemplated the sleeping man. Siros presented even more of an pure portrait as he slept. His bare chest rose and fell so softly, his lashes moved slightly every so often, and his wings lightly fluttered with them.

He closed his eyes again and pressed against the angel’s side, breathing deeply and slowly. His journey into night had been long, and he hoped sleep would take him soon. It always seemed easier in Dis. The dreams somehow always seemed like they were closer, almost enough to touch at any moment in time.

His body fit so well against Siros, two naked forms together. His penis had lazily filled halfway and pressed against the other man’s hip, and the smoulder of desire remained. Casually, Dhiar curled and reached his hand down to feel Siros, to see if he matched it; his fingers brushed over an almost full erection. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 26 →

Welcome to Incubus Tales: A Thousand Words by Hushicho. In Noctemberg, it is always night. Dhiar, proprietor and gay incubus, welcomes you to Phantasies, a very special shop. Sensuality is more than just Dhiar’s stock in trade, it is his raison d’être. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Thursdays. This week is Chapter Twenty-Five.

25th Night—Tsumetai Tsuki

The night pressed on. By now, Siros wanted rest, and so he slept in the room they shared. But as often happened in the night, Dhiar found himself restless, and so he picked himself up and took himself for a walk.

He couldn’t remember how long he had walked, or the turns he had taken; it didn’t matter, in Dis. He would find his way back easily enough when he wanted to return. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 25 →

Welcome to Incubus Tales: A Thousand Words by Hushicho. In Noctemberg, it is always night. Dhiar, proprietor and gay incubus, welcomes you to Phantasies, a very special shop. Sensuality is more than just Dhiar’s stock in trade, it is his raison d’être. NSFW.

A new chapter appears every Thursdays. This week is Chapter Twenty-Four.

24th Night—Hounds of Love

The days were so luxuriously long, the nights seemed endless, and all in all Dhiar was having a great time. It felt so good to go home, even once in a while. The time that passed between the occasions made it seem all the more special.

And now, arm-in-arm with Siros, he walked down the streets of stone towards the sound of music and the glow of lights.

This music pulsed and writhed through the body, it pulled one’s very being into rhythm. Even if a person had never danced, it made them want to move. They might not know a pirouette from a fox-trot, but this was the kind of sound where it all became so magnificently irrelevant. This was not the time for well-learned, practised motion. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 24 →