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.
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.
A little moan escaped the angel’s lips. Dhiar smiled to himself and slowly stroked his darling, eyes still closed. His sense of touch would be given precedence now. The feeling emanated from him, and he shared his sensation. He wondered how it might influence Siros’s dreams. Hopefully, he thought, it would make them sweeter.
Drawing his fingertips to the head, he stroked only there for a time. He could feel himself rising to full mast, and his hips started to move, almost on their own. The soft skin of the winged man felt so magnificently wonderful on the soft skin of his length. He could not decide which managed to be silkier, of the two.
The pad of his thumb rubbed over the other man’s slit, parting the two sides for only an instant. He spread the slick wetness around the tip, smiling to himself. So many delights derived from this singular part, and its appearance and shape all suggested an awareness of how superbly it presented itself to the hand. Not necessarily a handle, he reflected, but a highly entertaining spot for hands to go.
The angel really fascinated him. It had been so long since Dhiar had afforded himself the luxury of really falling for one, and this one seemed hewn from the stuff of his dreams. He never tried to deny the fact that, quite naturally, he loved cocks, admired them, and was enthralled at everything about them. He was a connoisseur of cocks, anyone who knew him would say so. But when it was love, and deep love as well, for the person to whom said cock was attached, it became a sort of singular mindfulness.
He loved the light curve to it, when it was completely and utterly full, the angle which pointed back to the body, up to the navel. There was the so-soft nest of hair around the base that he loved to press his face against and inhale. And the marvellous, pendulous balls beneath, always seeming so full and well-crafted as he rolled them along his fingers.
Even when he didn’t mean to arouse, he found himself wanting to touch it, to be near it, however he could. He held it if Siros let him, when he urinated. The way it sprang to life and hummed with rushing liquid gave such pleasure to his fingers. It brought a bit of a wicked grin to the Incubus’s face as he lay there thinking of it, slowly continuing his attention to the sleeping angel.
There were other especially pleasing areas, ones that Dhiar could not get out of his mind. The downy hair under Siros’s arms always had a pleasant, clean, deep scent about it, and it felt ever soft and lush against his bare cheek. The man’s nipples were, in a word, luxurious, if any nipples could be called such. His buttocks dipped and rose in just the way they ought, for his body, and between them the most insouciant and pert little bud rested. Dhiar had only rarely even touched it, thus far in their relationship. But how he longed to do more to it! How he longed to explore every inch of Siros, outside and in as far as he could imagine it.
He could not help himself; his fingers ventured there, caressing it lightly, and back up the underside, between the legs, over the balls and to the very tip of the penis. And then, as quickly as that, he felt a warm, sticky wetness cover his fingers, and pressed insistently to Siros’s hip.
With that slightest gesture, he released his own, to join it. The angel murmured and turned to take Dhiar in his arms, kissing the top of his head.
The Incubus grinned catlike and pressed against Siros’s chest, feeling the thump of his heart and the comforting buzz of the power intrinsic to him. The utter silence and darkness made it all the more velvety, in their pleasing warm web, kept perfectly so by their nearness and the soft bedclothes around them.
After a handful of minutes, Siros licked and smacked his lips, leaning up for another kiss, to Dhiar’s forehead.
“Dhiar,” he murmured, voice cracking with sleep.
The Incubus marvelled at him, leaning in to kiss his lips sweetly, then lingering for a moment longer, then a moment more from that. He also loved the angel’s mouth. His lips tasted of ambrosia.
At last, he forced himself to calm and quietly resigned to a nuzzle. “Yes?”
“Could you, er… bring me the chamberpot?”
Dhiar began to grin again, showing his lovely pearly teeth. “Could anyone do any less for his lover? But you mustn’t move.” He stroked the man’s hip. “I must have you that way.”
He slipped away from Siros and across the room, wetting a cloth in the basin and taking it too. As he drew the covers back again, he reached down to clean Siros and then himself, restoring the skin to its supple beauty.
“That way, eh?” Siros took a deep breath, battling the urge to rise again.
Dhiar nodded his head and reached between Siros’s legs, sliding the pot under his penis and aiming at an angle downward. “And I get to hold it.”
“Fair enough.” The angel’s eyes gleamed in the dark room. “But when you have to go, I’m going to insist on doing the same to you.”
Dhiar’s eyebrows shot up, and in that instant the pot began to fill.
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About the author: From an early age, Hushicho held a special passion for storytelling. Throughout his life, he has worked in numerous media and various places in the world. He is the author of the long-running Incubus Tales webcomic, upon which this serial is based.
Welcome to the intriguing city of dreams, Noctemberg, where it is always night, and to Phantasies, a very special shop run by Dhiar, proprietor and gay incubus. Sensuality is more than just Dhiar's stock in trade, it is his raison d'etre. In Incubus Tales: A Thousand Words, Dhiar meets new loves, rekindles relationships, and bring his special brand of sexual healing to lovers and readers alike.
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