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 Thirty-Four
34th Night—Romance Way
Who could resist the siren-call of Dhiar’s appearance? Even those not swayed by his visual impact would surely be won by his sweet tones and well-chosen words, or his touch, his delicate strength, the way he moved, swaying his hips just enough to bring attention to them.
His black curls, raven as the night and waving into ringlets in front of his hidden ears, the little twin horns that barely showed in his sea of hair, and his angled brows; his deep, dark eyes like the red dahlia clothed in shadow, his noble nose, his lush lips—these all took the vision and made it theirs. His neck continued long and slender, the angles leading to his broad shoulders and curved chest. His waist came in slender, but not too slim, his thighs powerful and continuing the arc of his buttocks, calves just rounded and feet the graceful feet of a dancer or perhaps an acrobat. The aspect which made his masculinity clear always arranged itself in just the perfect way in front, filling any trousers that could be made to fill and moving with exactly the right amount of suggestiveness with others that hung too loose and open.
He pursed his lips as he tossed off another waistcoat. “That won’t do at all!”
With a sigh, he drew another onto his arms and pulled it on the rest of the way, over his loose-fitting white poet’s shirt. The front dipped down to show his chest’s centre, bare to midriff, and he smiled at the sight in the mirror, arranging the laces just so.
“Yes,” he said to himself, “I think that’ll be fine.”
The trousers he wore were different than he had worn before: these were made of an almost velveteen material, deep red to match the waistcoat and his eyes and laced at the hips instead of fastened at the front. Tantalising glimpses of bare skin were afforded by the woven laces hanging tied at his waist.
He pulled on boots, a sublime and easy cuff at his calves, with the faintest embroidery. He looked, in a word, like a prince or some well-to-do noble. Appropriate, he thought as he glimpsed himself in the mirror, as he was a prince technically, with the mother of all his kind their queen.
Once satisfied, he set himself to cleaning up the clothes strewn around him for his little fashion show. A new place, a new wardrobe! It made sense to him.
A second before the door opened and disturbed the chimes next to it, Dhiar already looked in that direction. When the visitor entered, he raised a hand and his voice in greeting.
“Welcome to Phantasies!” The clothes quickly were put aside, to tend to later, and he made his way to the front.
There stood a young man, handsome and strong, but still bearing the slightest rounded cheeks and youthful glow. His eyes were older than his age, and his mien direr than his appearance. Barely clad in anything, the tunic he wore didn’t quite cover below his waist when he moved. He swung free, and buttocks bounced pert and well-honed. Dhiar could tell he was very muscular under the threadbare material.
“Er… sorry, I just…” The young man glanced back out the window, not wanting to meet Dhiar’s gaze. “I thought I might rest in here a moment. It’s warm…”
“Why not come with me!” Dhiar reached out and took the lad’s hands, drawing him farther into the main store. “Let’s have a bath, and a meal. Which would you have first?”
Something was different about his guest. He couldn’t put his finger right on it, but he knew there was something non-human about him. Still, he figured it couldn’t be his business until he was informed. The younger man seemed too stunned to answer.
“I am Dhiar. This is my shop! And I live here. What are you called?”
“Joshua,” the other man looked into those eyes for the first time, and it was as if electricity pulsed between their woven fingers. “I… uh, I shouldn’t trouble you.” But his tone made it clear that he didn’t want to be made to go.
Dhiar just grinned, his toothy, wide grin that shone stellar. “It’s no trouble, of course!”
Without hesitation, he reached over and let Joshua’s hands fall to his sides. With barely even a token effort, the tunic was removed and tossed aside. And then, continuing on without a word, he easily and quickly removed his own clothes, the ones he had spent some time carefully selecting, and he stood naked before his new friend.
“There! Nothing to be ashamed of. Come.” Again the Incubus took Joshua’s hand and led him behind the silk dressing screen which hid the door to the stairwell up. He glided gracefully up to the door of the loft and inside.
Joshua caught his breath as he walked in. It wasn’t a huge place, no palace or château, but it projected a homeliness and welcome that he had only rarely experienced before. It was warm, in every sense of the word.
“Do you like it?” Dhiar bounced, hand in hand.
Joshua’s eyes were drawn south, to see what bounced so much more excitedly than the man himself. “Yes… yes I do!” Hurriedly, cheeks pink, he looked back to Dhiar’s face.
But the Incubus only seemed to find it amusing, and he led through a lush red bedroom to a bathroom. Flowering, live plants sat around in pleasure of the regular steam and moisture, a garden tub sitting under a skylight.
Dhiar walked to the tub and started the water, releasing his guest and stepping into the tub. He lowered himself, draping his body along the side facing out, legs spread without a hint of shame. His hair dallied in the collecting water and began to swirl on the rushing ripples.
“Choose our bath salts and join me,” he coaxed. “I’m partial to vanilla, and rose.”
Joshua at last smiled. He had some sharper teeth than Dhiar, and with his bushy hair moving this way and that, the Incubus noticed a peculiar fur in his angled ears. He certainly wasn’t human! But Dhiar looked forward to learning his true nature… later.
Now was the time for welcoming.
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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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