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 Thursday. This week is Chapter Forty-Two.
42nd Night—Gimme Gimme Gimme
Naked bodies glistened with water and the sparkle of lamps. They hadn’t wanted to switch on the electric lights, but they had to provide some illumination in the middle of the night. A Succubus and an Incubus in attendance made it less of a priority for the light to be particularly brilliant; the sense of touch proved much more telling about the geography of the bodies of others.
In short, Dhiar and Chana had completely unintentionally turned the fraternity’s natatorium apple-bobbing goof into an impromptu orgy. Everyone seemed to be having quite a good time though, so neither regretted it.
Tomas on one side, dark and mysterious, a siren, and Merry on the other, fair and fragile, both profoundly artistic, pressed against Dhiar. He had introduced them only earlier in the night, and they became fast friends. Now, however, it seemed the whole thing was rising to a new and excitingly different level.
The Incubus could feel both of their bodies, some parts more prominent than others, telling with complete honesty the story of their excitement. Tomas sucked at Dhiar’s sensitive earlobe, and the Incubus rose the rest of the way himself. Ears were usually a demon’s most erogenous zone, and Dhiar was no exception to this. He let a soft sound escape between his lips, adding to the other ambient noise of pleasure.
A swimming pool transformed into a well of pleasure, in the water and out. It reminded him just a bit of the Pit, the club with the solid water column. He recalled all its thrills and pleasures. His hands slid down the two men’s backs, over their buttocks, and then to the hips, before squeezing both in front, wrapping his fingers around and starting to stroke in the water.
Dhiar between the two completed the circuit of ecstasy, and suddenly the mingling of feelings, thoughts, and sensations clicked into place. They had both experienced it with Dhiar, individually, but they now discovered that the presence of additional participants made it even more intense. The waters now hummed with bliss, and they found themselves receiving little snatches of feeling and pulses of arousal from those sharing the pool.
Both slid in concert to make a kind of triangular shape with each of them as one side, and in the middle of it all, three erections pressed heads together. Dhiar took in a slow, shaky breath and pressed hip to hip with the two. And a pair of hands began to stroke and fondle him between his own legs, even as he pumped Tomas and Merry at the same time. It all moved like a well-oiled and intricately-designed machine, yet there was nothing cold or mechanical about it; it moved with purpose and determination, without the slightest amount of doubt between its parts.
If they weren’t already in the water, their hands would surely have been dripping by now anyway. Slick, supple skin rubbed against more. Hairs drifted along the body, soft and dreamlike in the water. Three faces drew closer, and three sets of lips explored the others, with a triad of tongues adding to the sensory overload.
Tomas started to go over the edge, which pulled Merry along, and Dhiar shivered as he pushed the both of them with his own empathy. All three simultaneously released in the water, and their bodies needfully pressed against each other. Nothing but hands had produced some of the most amazing of reactions. The sounds they made only encouraged the other participants around them to continue on in whatever they happened to do.
After a short time, they all pulled themselves out of the water. All three bodies, of different sizes and shapes, reclined on the side. Their bodies gleamed and glowed with the after-ecstasy bliss lingering between them. Muscles pulsed with pleasure. The once-furious erections slowly softened, remaining halfway full as their chests rose and fell, catching themselves, calming themselves. In the environment around them, it was no mean feat.
Merry leaned unsurely forward, and Dhiar and Tomas leaned in simultaneously to take half of his lips for theirs. The three-way kiss took his breath away. As it ended, all of them laughed softly, tangling their bodies together as they collapsed to the surprisingly warm tile.
“It’s going to be bizarre to put on clothes again,” Tomas at last broke the silence.
Dhiar laughed, nodding and rubbing his hand along the small of Merry’s back. “It always is, for me. I’m much more comfortable without, but well… sometimes it’s nice to parade around in finery like a peacock with feathers you can change.”
That reminded him. He glanced over to find Chana, and then hurried his gaze back to the two next to him. His sister was probably the centre of the party. She definitely would not regret this night. She was infused with enough pleasure to last her easily half the year, in this one evening alone.
Merry kissed Dhiar’s cheek, then Tomas’s, and pushed himself up to his feet, holding his hands out to the two. “Let’s get a shower.”
“Calling it quits for tonight?” Dhiar hopped to his feet, pulling Tomas up with him.
“It’s almost morning!” Merry answered, chuckling and then stretching, arching his back and swinging his arms back. “We’ll have to leave soon. Even if it’s Sunday, surely we can’t be too leisurely or we’ll be caught. Let’s get a shower and just… linger a little longer.”
Tomas nodded energetically, linking arms with the other men and pulling them along to the showers. “A good idea!”
From water to water again they went, sharing a single nozzle of the open showers. There were couples and trios and more using the locker room for whatever purposes they pleased, but the showers, for whatever reason, were for Dhiar and his lovers.
“Let’s go back to my place after.” Merry lathered Dhiar’s chest.
Tomas nodded again, caring for Dhiar’s legs. “That sounds good! I’d like to see it.”
Meanwhile, Dhiar rapidly rose again. He decided that perhaps the lingering could involve a bit more. Or maybe he could wait until they reached Merry’s flat, and Sunday could very well be Funday, all day.
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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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