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-Eight.
38th Night—Many Moons
They hadn’t done anything particularly naughty. But it was shortly after the cordial had been finished, and both Dhiar and Merry were naked and laughing. They lounged in the tub, filled with warm water. It started out hot, but it had cooled. With the both of them in it and the room so warm, it stayed at a comfortable temperature.
Dhiar splashed a bit at Merry, who shielded his face and then splashed back.
“I’ve never really done this sort of thing!” Merry offered again, as if to justify it all. “My baths have always been strictly solitary affairs.”
Dhiar’s grin curled upward. “Baths are so much more fun when they’re group efforts! At least pairs.” He wiggled his toes and nudged at Merry’s side with his foot. “Being naked doesn’t have to be sexual. But it’s always sensual.”
The spot Dhiar touched was a ticklish one. Merry squirmed and giggled, blushing at the sound that came from him. He couldn’t curl up or turn away with the way they sat, one at each end of the tub, legs spread around the other’s.
The Incubus knew it. He had the other man in a position he could not easily extract himself from, and with a smooth motion, he moved his foot from the side of the chest, near the armpit, over the nipple, along the chest, then down the stomach. Carefully he stroked his toes over the man’s navel, and then below… and the water sloshed around him.
Merry had been unable to calm himself, at least certain parts of himself, since he found himself naked with Dhiar. And though he wasn’t overly large in that portion of anatomy, Dhiar liked the shape and size; it wasn’t too much in either direction, maybe a little smaller than most, but it had a nice angle and curve to it. He glided his toes over it and pressed against the man’s body, pushing the skin up along it and then pulling it down again, grinning widely at him.
Merry at last breathed in and closed his eyes, letting his head rest against the light blue tiles behind it. He spread his arms along the tub’s curve, moving his hips a little bit. No protest came from him. Dhiar could feel his pleasure, welling up and brimming to the top. This man had not been touched many times, possibly never in the spot the Incubus now stroked with his foot.
Dhiar lifted his balls under the water, propping them on his toes and then letting them drift down. Then he slipped the erection between his first toe and second, stroking faster. He remembered, some time ago, how he had worked on his technique with his feet. There was a man like a monkey who seemed to be as good with his toes as he was with his fingers; Dhiar, naturally, had to learn his secrets.
He liked it when people, instead of fighting physically, had contests of stamina instead. Especially when he could decide exactly which event determined that stamina.
Merry swallowed hard. He almost couldn’t stand it. Dhiar was holding back more than he usually did, knowing the other man’s inexperience. Little ripples of pleasure emanated from him, as if they travelled on the water between them, mingling and surrounding them in gentle heat. The water was growing hotter.
Dhiar played with his friend, and poor Merry could hardly make a move. But the Incubus required no reciprocation. The pleasure of his partner was the most important. With that, he could get not only his own happiness, but sustenance as well. Such inexperience gave the most intense and satisfying food, of sorts. He relished the taste resonant through his body, that of intense, unbridled pleasure, thrill to the core of one’s being, uncertainty, nervousness, all combined in a delectable dish breathing into the Incubus’s body like perfumed mist. And it was perfumed with the scent of arousal.
Dhiar’s leg moved gracefully up and back, revealing more about his own body. It was easy to see as his cock, half-erect but not really stiff, rolled along his body, his sac like a coin purse leaning to the side, slack and tender in the heat, the hairs along his crotch swaying in the water all around. The pink ring of his entrance showed itself every time he moved just so.
As Merry opened his eyes, looking down, half forcing himself to do it, he could see glimpses of it. It fascinated him, his eyes widening, his mouth hanging open, lips just parted. He suddenly breathed in a sharp breath and sighed it shakily out. Suddenly white wisps spread in the water along his stomach. Dhiar echoed the sound, deep in his chest.
“Mmm…”
The only sound between them for at least five minutes was that of water lightly sloshing. At last, Merry turned his eyes to Dhiar’s face, looking at the Incubus and all of his features, so placid and relaxed.
“Dhiar?”
“Yes, my dear?”
“Was that… that was okay, right? That was all right?”
“That was lovely.” Dhiar winked and blew a kiss, delicately rubbing the side of his foot against Merry’s ribs.
“I’ve…”
“Never done that kind of thing before, I’m guessing?” The Incubus leaned forward, reaching to place his hand squarely on Merry’s chest. “It’s all right. You shouldn’t feel anything but good about it. It felt good, didn’t it?”
“Yes. Yes, of course it did, but…”
“No buts. It felt good. It didn’t hurt anyone. On the contrary, it helped me.” Dhiar leaned closer.
Merry leaned in to meet him, and the two’s lips met.
“You’re so mysterious, Dhiar. You’re so… so… you’re like the sheik and I’m just this clueless virgin swept into your world.”
“I’m a sheik!” Dhiar chuckled, tickling under Merry’s chin. “I’m like Valentino, am I?”
“Definitely better.” Merry ran his fingers over the centre of Dhiar’s chest. “At least, in my opinion. If I may buck popular opinion. I think you’re far more handsome. But then, I can look right into your eyes. I can see you right here in front of me, in all your rich colours.”
Dhiar kissed again, rising a bit and moving to lie half-atop Merry, so that they could coil at the same end of the tub. “And you, and all your rich colours. Seen and unseen.”
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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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