Incubus Tales: Chapter 5

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 Five.

5th Night—Get to Burning

“You’re an amazing cook, Dhiar!” Evvin rubbed his full stomach, smiling appreciatively to the Incubus seated next to him.

In front of them, on the coffee table in the centre of the sofa and chairs, sat a clay pot, and in it rested the meagre remains of the broth and fragments of food. The room still bore the comforting aroma of kabocha and tofu.

Dhiar slid his arms around Evvin’s shoulders with a pleased purr, a rumble of sound in his throat as he began to speak. “This? This was just a simple dish. Surely anyone could make it at least as well. But I’m glad you liked it.”

“Well, my grandmother makes this sometimes.” Evvin reached out and dipped a finger in the remaining broth, then sucked his finger dry. “Mm. And she’s pretty old.”

Dhiar’s lips curled into a knowing grin. “I’ve already put a few centuries behind me. I guess not everyone concentrates on cooking, though. I just… think it’s an important and simple pleasure.” His hand dropped to Evvin’s chest, stroking in circles through the sleeveless red shirt he wore indoors. “I don’t have to eat human food, but it’s awfully nice.”

“Mm.” Evvin turned his head, cupping Dhiar’s cheek with his warm, slightly wet hand. “I know what you like.”

“You certainly do!”

The Incubus tickled his fingertips to the wide armhole and slid in over a smooth chest. It took him a moment, and then…

“Ah!” Evvin’s eyes grew wide and his grin toothy and broad as fingers found his pierced nipple. He leaned in and met Dhiar’s mouth with his own, reaching back to pull the ribbon that kept the demon’s hematite-black hair in a ponytail.

It tumbled down along with the two of them, arms and legs weaving, lips finding each other for a repeat engagement. A little tongue chanced to flick amid the embrace, to be met by another. The rich scent of their dinner was joined, and then overwhelmed, by the smell of arousal.

Dhiar slipped his hand down to Evvin’s hip, then around front of his demolished jeans, barely holding together by the grace of some supreme being and a questionable amount of safety pins. As with all clothing, the button and zip practically melted to his touch, falling open easily. The scent became stronger as bare flesh brushed against bare flesh. His lover’s finger had dried from broth and spit, but the treasure in those jeans had already grown wet.

“Naughty boy,” Dhiar whispered hoarsely, dipping his head to kiss along Evvin’s jaw, to the corner. Then he nibbled at the side of his lover’s neck, breathing hot against his skin. “So naughty.”

The other man made no verbal answer, but instead he firmly reached down and pulled the ties at Dhiar’s hips, then tugged the demon’s trousers to his ankles. Grinning again as before, he gazed into Dhiar’s eyes, reaching his hand down to take both of their lengths in it. A surge of electric pleasure coursed between the two of them, the Incubus gift heightening the sensation and setting the loop of bliss into motion.

Some regarded empathy as a curse, but it had only ever been a blessing as far as Dhiar was concerned. He could feel all of the sensations running through Evvin as if they were his own, and he could feed, in turn, those feelings and his own back through his lover… and they would come back, only to return in the cycle and increase every time.

The first time, Evvin lasted an impressive thirty seconds. By now, he craved that burst of stimulation. His muscles pulsed in anticipation, his body moist with a thin layer of sweat from the hot dinner and the hotter dessert. His cheeks turned a rosy pink as he heard himself moan into the air. To try and muffle it, he pressed his mouth to Dhiar’s.

Hearts beat together, pounding a rhythm of vibrations between the chests pressed against each other. Two bodies rocked at a quickening pace, hot breaths between them, between the bridges each kiss made. Sweat and sex, sweet and strong, rose around them.

“I’m…” Evvin started, but rather than speak another word, he ended up crying out.

What he was doing became all too apparent as it became very hot and very sticky between the two men’s bodies. Electric sparkles swam before Evvin’s eyes as the bushy-haired man’s jaw dropped, overcome entirely by the flood of ecstasy running over his body. He could feel his hand covered with his own seed, then with Dhiar’s, as it added to the amount. So quick. So brief. His cheeks burned with a kind of shame, even amid the delight, for being unable to hold on any longer.

When he opened his eyes, he hesitated for a moment before looking up. Then he smiled, meeting Dhiar’s warm eyes, his gentle smile. “That was so good.”

“Really?” Evvin squeezed his hand around the both of them, down under, drawing in a sudden hiss of breath as the ill-considered gesture sent its shock of oversensitive stimulation up his back. “I’m er… sorry we’ve not… you know… inside, or…”

“Usually it takes most people a few tries. And that takes a few days.” Dhiar leaned up, kissing the very tip of Evvin’s nose. “We have forever. I’m not that concerned.”


“Forever. So don’t worry too much.” Dhiar slid his hands up along the soft curve of the other man’s buttocks, grabbing two handfuls. “We have all the time you need. Now…” His eyes gleamed with their usual mischievous energy. “Were you going to wipe that up, or would you like to just keep going as-is until we need to go continue in the bath?”

The bath! Evvin’s heart leapt at the thought. It was so welcoming, full of plants and that huge garden tub… the skylight, the feeling of being a bit exposed, the dizzying bath salts, all of it…

“The bath then, is it?” Dhiar raised his eyebrows momentarily, snatching a kiss. “I can see the gears turning in your mind.”

Had he employed some kind of telepathy? Evvin felt even naughtier at that thought. He absently returned the kiss, then tucked his face along the side of Dhiar’s neck, kissing it a handful of times.

“Let’s go in the bath,” Evvin murmured, muffled just a tad.

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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.

Incubus Tales
by Hushicho

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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