Incubus Tales: Chapter 7

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 Seven.

7th Night—Polite Dance Song

Dhiar sipped at a mixed drink, full of sweetness and fruit. He could barely even taste the alcohol, which was the best way to have it; no-one except a real alcoholic—or a connoisseur, as the term tended to be softened—actually wanted to taste the booze. It was all the same to him, tasting it or not tasting it, but on the whole he preferred the fruity bouquet. He had a sweet tooth, and fruit satisfied it much more perfectly than most confection.

The festivities were nothing short of marvellous. It was one of the many and frequent holidays celebrated in the city, and some of the vampires had decided to throw a ball for it. Obscure holiday, much like the Yuletide in sentiment and decking, and so Dhiar had thrown on a green and red ensemble, mostly crushed velvet and dainty foppish fare.

Evvin would regret not having come along, after the Incubus told him about it. So far, there had been massive amounts of sex even before the first actual break in the orchestra’s set. It was a chamber orchestra, all curiously (and somewhat conspicuously) boasting a kind of unsettling normalcy. It was perfectly conceivable that they might actually just be boring humans, but Dhiar suspected that, sooner or later, one would sprout tentacles from her throat or reveal that he had six penises, or something of that sort.

And speaking of penises, Dhiar found his eyes attracted to a blond man conveniently framing his with a hand rubbing along his thigh. My, my. Undoubtedly a vampire, and undoubtedly one that had to be careful with his blood supply concentrating itself in entirely the wrong regions of his body.

Within three minutes, the two were entangled in a side parlour, stumbling over the love sofa and then rolling lightly upon it, a leg curled around a waist, a hand sliding up over a shoulder. Even the hairs on Dhiar’s body responded to the stimulus, raising goose-flesh with all of the kisses, the licks…

“Now hold on a moment!” The Incubus frowned and shoved back at the vampire’s face.

The blond steepled his eyebrows, a puzzled expression crossing his features.

“You can’t do that,” Dhiar continued, huffing as he folded his arms over his chest. This was not particularly an easy accomplishment with another man draped over him like a blanket, but somehow he managed it. “I’m a demon. Do you know how potent demon blood is? Not that I’d be particularly offended if you tried to suck me,” he wiggled his eyebrows, “and I mean that in any sense, but you’d be bouncing off the walls if you didn’t burn your little mind out like a sparkler.”

For a few seconds, the vampire stared, and then his brows lowered. “Is that true, or are you really just unfond of…” He motioned to himself.

“Me?” Dhiar started to laugh, unfolding his arms and wrapping them around the blond undead atop him. “No, I quite like vampires. You’re so dandy and inexorable. No, I don’t have anything against you. I just didn’t want you to be overwhelmed by sensation. I’m an Incubus, you see… you take a sip of my vitae, so to speak, and you’d be getting bursts of every orgasm in a mile.”


“And you’d be constantly aroused until you worked it out of your system, and with what I was seeing in the ballroom, well…”

“Ah.” The vampire adopted what could only be called a sheepish grin. It was clearly one of the first times he had ever worn such an expression. “Well, if you’d like to still… you know…”


“Well I mean,” the blond man leaned closer to Dhiar, “I don’t know if I’ll ever get the opportunity again. To do this with a real Incubus.”

“It’s not that rare,” Dhiar casually waved his hand, then replaced it to caress along his clumsy lover’s shoulder. “I run a shop a few levels down… it’s called Phantasies, you can’t miss it. Literally the only shop of its kind.”

The vampire slowly nodded his head, thoughtful as he drew his tongue over his lips, dampening them. “Well then, I shall have to—”

He trailed off as it became clear Dhiar’s hands were not both on his back, and in fact one was sliding beyond his waistband, moving the tucked shirt out of the way and groping outright through the silk shorts that only barely sheathed the sizeable shaft behind them.

Dhiar glanced up at the sudden quiet. “Hmm? Oh, sorry. Did I interrupt you? Maybe we should take our clothes off so we aren’t distracted by the whole getting-past-clothing strategy.”


The Incubus didn’t hesitate. Even if externally the vampire hesitated and looked completely surprised by the invitation, he knew this sort of situation all too well. Moving quickly, the clothes were worked aside, to reveal pale, muscular, slender skin. Clumsier hands attempted to tug at the fine crushed velvet on Dhiar’s body, and his own talents helped those hands to undress him. Soon, two naked bodies rubbed slowly against each other.

Dhiar lifted his lips, to catch the vampire’s, nuzzling at him, nipping his lower lip and then kissing at the corner of his mouth, at the side, slowly working his way back to press mouth to mouth.

It was actually rather special to him. His partner had managed to last this long. Most of them didn’t last past the first touch below the waist. But he could also tell that it wouldn’t be very long at all before it all stumbled over the edge. How sweet it would be! He didn’t care. He kept kissing, lifting his hips to smack his erection against the vampire’s pulsing rod. He would need a little sip of blood after their fun, Dhiar knew. Oh well, he didn’t mind. It wasn’t as if they were going to drink it all!

He giggled to himself, thinking about this impressionable young vampire receiving the impulses of pleasure from the other party guests. With his endowment, he would be able to find promising work as a weathervane for a week.

“I think,” Dhiar murmured, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

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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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