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-Nine.
Two bodies writhed, wet and supple, on the deck.
At first it had started with getting clean. That lasted an impressive handful of seconds before the sheer lust of seeing the naked body of lovers overtook them; it was remarkable, actually, that they had lasted this long without entering one or the other.
It seemed more as if the both of them desired the other so much that they could not co-ordinate it easily; one would wrap his legs around the other and roll underneath, but the rubbing and grinding only continued. It was difficult to ascertain exactly how much of the wetness on them was the waves, how much was precum, and how much had existed there before, from their little contest in the cabin.
All the hair on their bodies matted against their skin, one figure pinker than the other, who was hairier, they wrestled and rolled from side to side. Each one sported a proud, erect penis, and they clapped against each other with every slightest movement. At times, it almost seemed miraculous that they remained in more or less the same spot on the deck. It was fortunate, too, that their sailing stretch kept straight and true.
No words passed between their lips; they were too busy to form any sort of verbal communications. Tongues flicked out every so often, but only when their mouths dared to wander too far from each other. Even without venturing too far into each other, the men gave an impression of almost inseparable closeness.
A mist descended upon the ship and the water, and it made their muscles glisten and gleam more than they did already. Buttocks flexed, thighs tensed, and the faintest glimpse of an anus tightened, framed by hairs glistening wetly in the darkening evening. The sun had almost disappeared beyond the horizon now. The night would be upon them, and then surely they would need to focus on their destination.
Sweat disappeared, rolling down the supple bodies with the splash of mist and water from the sea. Adoric drove his point home and fucked Dhiar soundly for a few slapping seconds, but then with a roll the situation reversed itself, and he found himself being slammed into. It didn’t matter, of course; Dhiar’s unique gift meant that either way, he experienced all of it and enjoyed every second.
That was another thing that constantly ran through the man’s mind. Others he would have doubted, but not Dhiar. The Incubus surely, unquestionably had gifts that anyone else would have given everything to possess. He had never experienced such bliss, such ecstasy, and even when he himself had done nothing directly. It made the sailor want to try everything, no matter how taboo or unthinkable. If it could bring any sort of pleasure, it could be enhanced by Dhiar and made into a sublime rapture.
It improved sex. He always preferred the build-up, the foreplay, and all the sensual interactions. The climax was good, but that was a goal, a point to build to; after it was achieved, that was all. With Dhiar, foreplay was as good as the finish, if not better. It suddenly ceased to matter much if he actually released physically during their lovemaking. Touches, kisses, strokes, and caresses gave him exactly the same pleasures. He often found himself uncontrollably ejaculating several times over the course of a night with Dhiar.
And Dhiar, meanwhile, loved every bit of it. A partner like Adoric was rare, he had found, one who could keep going even after losing it time and again. Wet and sticky for little bursts, he knew it would not take away from the fun. He continued to grapple, like some sort of ancient Greek wrestling match, on the deck. He could feel the slats of wood under his back, then under his hands, as the two of them rolled for supremacy.
Adoric caught the demon’s cock with his thighs, and Dhiar thrusted between the muscular, hair-covered legs. The waves of pleasure crashed between them, with the real water smashing against the ship’s hull and sending spray of salty water over the both of them.
The two men’s lips locked again in kisses that locked out everything else. A pair of tongues, one sharper and rougher than the other, intertwined and lapped, teased at one another. One chest hairy and solid, the other lean and smooth and toned, rubbed against each other. Two erections, gently curved, locked with one another and pulled back, then pressed against two stomachs.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, but lightning never flashed across the sky. The two men seemed to mingle and lose each one in the other. At last, Dhiar cried out, and Adoric groaned, though both sounds were swallowed by the sea and its energetic rush. A greater wave poured over them, washing them clean from the nectar they had shared just a moment before, and the Incubus laughed, helping up his sailor friend.
The two scrambled, naked as before, to pilot the ship and secure the sails. It was not a proper storm, but if unattended it could wreck the ship. And so, without a stitch of clothing, they piloted the boat through the turbulence, thrill pulsing through both as they glimpsed the other, naked and fit and gleaming in the fury of nature, as it was meant to be, as it was natural. The form as nature had crafted and intended showed itself against the occasional and sudden shower of rain.
Just as soon as it had begun, the little storm dissipated. Dhiar flung himself along Adoric’s side, laughing and resting his head on the man’s shoulder. The two stood naked at the wheel, steering the ship to port. The people in the town, if they caught a glimpse of the two, would probably laugh to themselves: two men without clothes on, bringing the boat to moor.
But the late hour made the docks a scantly-populated place. Only a few salty sailors milled about, and only a couple of them spared a glance to the incoming ship. Not one commented on it, though. When one was out at sea, any port in a storm…!
“My dear sailor,” Dhiar murmured, kissing at Adoric’s cheek. “I look forward to this lovely holiday with you.”
“If it’s anything as it’s begun so far, I know I’ll have the time of my life!” Adoric turned and lifted Dhiar into the air, then set him down and kissed his lips soundly.
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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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