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-Two.
Of course, Dhiar thought to himself, this would have to happen when I was in the middle of packing.
He wasn’t particularly worried, primarily because he had already set Phantasies on its way from Noctemburg; there would be no chance of anyone stumbling in and finding him gone, and no-one else to watch the shop. He would have to fix that, at some point. But then, he had never had this particular problem before, either.
He stood naked, skin tinged with reds and pinks, still fair enough to contrast his hematite locks that curled lightly about his shoulders. Apparently, his clothes were of the kind of material that did not weather whatever summoning this group had wrought.
All young, strapping men stood about him, congratulating each other, clasping hands, embracing in glee. Some wore more than others: most wore lengthy dark robes in crimsons and blacks, but it was easy enough to see through them the way they clung and draped over the smooth musculature of these slender lads.
The familiar smell of burning wicks met his nose, just as the sight of flickering, dancing candleflame met his vision. That seemed to explain it. He took a few steps to the redheaded, wild-looking man holding the thick book. A grimoire! Yes, he felt sure he knew what was happening here.
Dhiar swung his hips lightly, moving his broad shoulders, flexing his smooth chest. His curls bounced down, tumbling to his waist, just below which his length bounced too, from side to side. Its movements enticed the eyes, balls swinging heavy beneath. His eyes sparkled, gleaming deep and black in the darkness. He grinned, showing his bright teeth.
“Wait, er…” The redhead, who was clearly the ringleader of this little group, held up his hand to Dhiar. “You’re… you’re dismissed! We were just seeing if it worked…!”
“It doesn’t work like that.” Dhiar took the hand and pulled the lad to him, bringing lips to lips in a kiss so smouldering that one of the others fell to the floor in a faint.
The Incubus ran his hand down the front of the robes and rubbed where he knew he would find reaction. He drew his fingers to the tip of it, feeling the familiar give, the supple shape, under the too-thin cloth. That would have to go.
Quickly enough, it did. With a little help, the robe soon lay on the floor. All around, the other magicians looked on in a mixture of excited and bewildered, entirely unsure if they ought to lend some assistance or simply enjoy the show. Their summoned demon didn’t seem to be violent or objectionable, just… eager. Eager to please.
And please he did, right to the hilt in the red ringleader’s rear! The familiar slapping pleased him. He hadn’t been like this lately. He hadn’t been too much of a top, not particularly dominant or aggressive. It pleased him to assert that, to bring that back from where it slept in his breast. He reached down and touched the redhead once, on what the Incubus might playfully call his “magic wand,” decorated by fiery red hair at the base. One touch was all it took.
Dhiar let himself release barely a moment after his new lover did. Pulling out while the younger man still felt little, in the throes of passion, he let him lean and slide his way down the wall, to sit.
The Incubus turned proudly to the others, beaming as he walked right out of the magical circle. It was silly, of course, but still charming and cute in its own way. He swept his arm before him in an arc.
“So! Who’s next?”
Within seconds he was occupied at both ends, by a muscular and a little hairy lad at the mouth, a slighter blond behind him. Another blond, with nearly platinum hair, joined in around front, which made any movement whatsoever a shot of pleasure shared in a crashing wave, a burst, a ripple between all of them.
The intensity was too much for the hairy lad, though the blond lasted a fair bit longer. The platinum one, underneath, relished every taste of Dhiar’s output: the precum tingled on his tongue and was powerfully sweet. When the blond buried in him once more and came in three huge bursts, Dhiar gave his own gift in turn to the one mouthing his own cock. It almost choked him.
Then the Incubus pulled away from the other boy, lying atop the platinum-haired lad and kissing him, tasting himself on the talented young man’s tongue. Dhiar’s penis began to fill, never having gone lower than half-mast; he ground his hips against the other man’s, and his kisses deepened. His tongue teased, a little rougher than a human’s, but then these magicians were not human themselves. Warlocks, Dhiar mused, judging by the ears and teeth and magical auras.
He hadn’t had a Warlock in a while. It pleased him. He clasped both rigid rods in his skilled fingers, pressing them together side-by-side and pumping them at once. He could feel it building up in him again. His ass clenched, even though he was no longer occupied there, and the wave of bliss rolled over his body, between his loins and out, at just the same time his partner did the same. The lad called out, and his voice faded into incoherent moaning.
Another youthful Warlock, and another, and Dhiar’s mind began to click to automatic pilot. He had the skill, the practice, the muscle memory… and what muscle! Each lay panting, catching his bearings, after a single tumble and roll. The juices of the body were plentiful, warm and sticky and wet and slick, fragrant and intoxicating. The perfumes mingled and filled the room, mixing the rich incense with the musky aroma of sex and youth.
Dhiar settled at last, getting his bearings, bringing himself to the here and now of the situation. He looked around himself and saw a room full of handsome young Warlocks with smiles on their faces, exhausted, sticky, sweaty and gorgeous. His eyes turned to his own body, gleaming, glistening, muscles shining and hair dotted with jewel-like beads of moisture. It made him laugh, and he stroked himself back to fullness.
“Who’s for another round, lads? You’ll never become archmagi by quitting so easily!”
A few lazy groans came in answer… but more laughter came, and with it crawling Warlocks with shining eyes.
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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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