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 Thirty.
30th Night—The Last Day of Our Love
“You really have to go?” Dhiar pouted, sticking his lower lip out as his hands kneaded along the angel’s foot. His thumbs circled outward, along the tissues and muscles and connections.
Siros looked down to the Incubus, slowly smiling, moving his toes. “Only for a little while,” he murmured. “And I’m sure you won’t be bored. There are plenty of handsome gentlemen in this city.”
“And just handsome men who aren’t so much gentlemen,” Dhiar quipped, giggling as he worked his hands up over the angel’s ankles, over his calves and shins, around his knees dallying and dipping his face down to kiss each once. “I’m sure there will be rapturous lovers where you’ll be?”
“I doubt it.” Siros laughed, lifting one leg slowly, rubbing the inner knee along Dhiar’s shoulder. “I’ll be back before you know it, and we’ll pick right up. I’ll miss you terribly… I’m so glad you understand.”
Dhiar just laughed, nosing between the other man’s legs, along his bare length. “I’m so glad you understand! It’s so very rare to find a lover who can appreciate the differences… giving space, and giving respect and love.”
“Respect and love are supremely important!” Siros chuckled, deep in his chest, the muscles tensing and his shoulders rolling back. He spread his thighs, the aroma of his arousal growing stronger as his shaft grew to stand, pointing to his stomach.
Dhiar moved carefully along the angel’s erection, drawing his tongue up the underside and lapping at the tip. How he loved the feel of the supple flesh at his mouth! He could suckle at it, and it gave a bit. He slid his mouth down on it, then came back up again, smacking his lips and kissing the very end.
Siros let his eyes close, hand wandering through Dhiar’s hair, his hematite curls. He would miss this so much. Even the slightest contact between them, the scantest touch, set his soul aflame. His heart thumped even seeing Dhiar’s tongue slide between his lips to take a drink. His lips glistened pink and wet.
The slit dribbled clear, slick, sticky angelic precum. His head sparkled with it. The Incubus pressed his thumb to it and spread it around, watching the way it caught the light. He grinned again and dipped down, taking the length fully in his mouth. Sinking down, he nuzzled his nose into the fluffy patch of hair at the base.
The scent aroused him so much. Dhiar pushed his shorts down, wiggling his backside, bending knee and flicking the underpants off the bed. The Incubus sighed, stroking himself, already so hard, dripping, slick and wet and ready. He took in a slow breath through his nose, drawing up to the tip again, licking his lips.
“You can keep doing that as long as you like,” Siros purred, shivering up his back and gripping at the back of Dhiar’s head. “If you want, you can bring that happy little rod up here and I’ll do my best to reciprocate.”
Without a word in response, Dhiar turned his body, and then a sound issued forth from his throat as he felt the angel licking between his legs. He drew in a shaky breath, then returned to his work on his lover’s pulsing, rigid cock. Reaching down, he pulled up at the balls, toying with them both and then each in turn, down underneath along to the circle of muscle marking his lover’s entrance.
He had yet to have Siros in that way, though the night at the Pit had united them in the other. Dhiar grinned and then began to move quickly up and down, bobbing his head as he stroked his hand from the base, to meet his mouth. He could taste all of the excitement, and in anticipation he shivered again, eager. This was what he wanted. This would be a gift to remember.
Siros spread Dhiar’s buttocks, kneading them, licking down on the Incubus’s length and up to nuzzle his sac like a coin purse, a treasure velvety and secret. He would remember this. He could carry this with him, on his journey. And in the moment, he could love it, relish every moment as he did. Every touch, every caress, every taste and scent and the singular, unique visual perspective.
The heat between them rose, more intense with every passing second, each cycle down and then up again. Both men’s skin tingled, both leaked incessantly, both made sounds mingling louder and louder as they neared the last crescendo. A few shallow breaths through the nostrils, and then both mouths were filled, muscles flexing, and Dhiar limply draped across Siros’s body, legs spread in a v-shape at his head.
“Enough to remember?” The Incubus grinned over his shoulder, then turned back to kiss at the side of Siros’s softening cock, still plump with the arousing nearness.
“I’ll be counting the very seconds until I return. There will never be anything like this. Like you.” Siros smacked his hand soundly against Dhiar’s ample buttock, grinning down his body. “We are perfect for each other. I am more confident than ever it is so.”
Dhiar curled his toes and let out a yelp at the swat. He rubbed his crotch against Siros’s chest, settling down against him, skin to skin. “I thought so. From that first night…”
“In the garden.”
“In the rain.”
“Together with you.”
Dhiar slowly coiled up, turning his body around to meet the angel’s mouth with his own. “And we’ll have that again, very soon.”
“I promise. You have my oath, nothing will stop me from returning to you.” Siros cupped the Incubus’s cheek, looking longingly into his eyes. He kissed him again, breath hot and still smelling of Dhiar. “And you will be in my dreams and my heart.”
“And you in mine.” Dhiar kissed him again and again, over and over, as if he were trying to commit the taste and sensation to memory as vividly as possible. “So beautiful. So darling, so enchanting.”
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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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