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-Six.
46th Night—Universe Tipping
“I come from a city on the water,” Dhiar explained, his voice sweet and lingering on the air, vibrating lightly in the ears. “Tall and short buildings, stone paths all around, winding between the buildings and neighborhoods. So many trees. The grandest trees dwarf all the buildings, making huge canopies. Their arms stretch out, as if they were our guardians. They may well be.”
Adoric’s eyes were wide. He lifted his arms as the Incubus slipped his shirt off after his turtleneck. The man’s body felt warm and soft, with the light hairs all over the chest and down to the navel. He eased back to the bed, atop the mattress, and Dhiar all but draped over him like a personal blanket.
“There are cathedrals of tea and dance halls where a solid column of water lets you fly without leaving it. The music pulses through your body and moves you even if you stand still. You can close your eyes and float for ever.”
The first mate’s eyes closed. Dhiar worked his trousers down.
“Sometimes they play the most wonderful songs. They encourage one to stop, in every sense, and relax as much as possible. It’s a deep relaxation, right down to the soul. The body tingles and even becomes a little numb. You can see all the colours with your eyes closed… colours that wouldn’t exist elsewhere, colours that don’t exist in any other world. I’ve never seen them elsewhere, even with my eyes closed.”
Dhiar’s hand stroked along the curve of the man’s chest, over a nipple that too quickly rose to firmness. “And there’s a hall of portals, opened to places countless, with a million doors at least. Some open to other doors. Some merely look onto worlds with windows. There are a thousand little rounded halls to look out and step from the city.”
“How do you return?” Adoric’s eyes opened again, to look up at the Incubus as he undressed himself.
“You… sort-of find the door again,” Dhiar hesitated only for a moment. “It’s a bit tricky to describe in words, but you know it’s there. It’s easy to find, you just have to…” he gesticulated vaguely, “feel it.”
“Feel it.” The man echoed, sliding his hands to catch at Dhiar’s waist and unfastening his trousers. He worked them over the Incubus’s hips, down over his buttocks, over his thighs, and down along his calves.
“Mm.” Dhiar dipped his head for a soft kiss. “And mountains all around. And trains. There are plumes like elegant little chimney-stacks with wheels, coming and going. You can take a train to everywhere, where I’m from. And everyone loves it. It’s the most luxurious and pleasing experience. There are trains all over. Sometimes one just boards a train for fun, or relaxation, or pleasure.”
“When I was a boy,” Adoric murmured, “I also dreamed, when I was very young mind you, about being the conductor of a train. But ships were my true love, I found, when I first boarded one. My sea-legs are stronger than my land-legs.”
“But have you ever boarded a train, to try?” Dhiar’s mouth spread into a grin, showing his brilliant teeth. “Perhaps that would get your land-legs stronger.”
“Well,” Adoric looked away, thinking, “I’ve ridden trains, of course. Who hasn’t?”
“But have you boarded a train to pilot it? To be a conductor?”
“Maybe you ought to try, sometime.” Dhiar lowered his lips to the man’s chest, kissing down the centre, then to either side, one at a time, over nipple and hair and stocky muscle, down over the ribs and to the centre again of the chest, down to the navel, then slowly below.
“I wouldn’t know where to start.”
“Start at the beginning,” Dhiar ran his hands over Adoric’s stomach and out along the sides, pulling back to his hips and holding them, looking up at him. He could feel the arousal below, but it was a lazy one, still hot and fragrant.
“That seems redundant,” Adoric snorted, but he grinned by the end of it.
“No, no. Many people want to run before they can walk. You could at least read a book on it or something.”
“When I was a boy, I suppose I read a few books…”
“Right, I mean, that’s what I mean!” He laughed and pushed a hand through Dhiar’s curls. “I’m not running before I can walk. But I’d need training and such.”
“You didn’t become a first mate by being unable to learn.”
“No, you’re right.” Adoric tickled his fingers softly at the base of Dhiar’s neck. “Perhaps one day I’ll follow that dream.”
“It needn’t be now, or soon.” Dhiar kissed at Adoric’s stomach, then down, down past the dark and soft fluff of hairs, then onto the rising arousal. “We’re occupied at the moment anyway.”
“Ah, yes.” The first mate kept petting Dhiar’s hair, kneading his scalp, raising his hips and rocking at the tongue and lips attending him. “It’s so good.”
The Incubus dispensed with words, then, and let one hand wander down at the weighty orbs hanging between the man’s legs. His velvet sac tightened towards his body again in excitement, as his member stood full upright at attention in barely a handful of seconds.
“So… very good…”
Adoric’s thoughts were like a tornado, frantic and quick and full of so many different things. He could scarcely concentrate, but the overbearing quality within his mind was Dhiar, everything Dhiar. The Incubus had made him fall in love and dominated his thoughts… but it was a natural thing, not coercion or intimidation. It was the happiest he had ever felt, possibly even happier than that first voyage, the thrill that caught in his throat when the ropes were loosed and the ship swayed and rocked with the rhythm of the waters.
He felt this port to be his own, this magnificent and welcoming place of rest. Though like any port, he could never own it, he knew it would always bear him safely home.
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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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