Incubus Tales: Chapter 48

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-Eight.

48th Night—Dry Grass and Shadows

Here they were, more than halfway to Scotland, and the two of them bounced impatiently in the cabin of the ship. The sun drew closer to the horizon, and soon the sky would be illuminated only by the pinpricks of stars and the distant glow of the occasional port town.

Dhiar could have just altered his body, but that wouldn’t have been sporting. Besides which, he had reached and surpassed the point where any significant alterations of the body were only reluctantly undertaken; Chana seemed to have more proclivities to shapeshifting than he did. He felt it was just an unnecessary bother, aside from the occasional detail, here or there.

And as such, he knew that this was a challenge he stood a good chance of losing. But due to his empathic abilities, he also could feel Adoric’s own desperate attempts to keep his control. They had already gone drinking with each other, enough to drink anyone else under the table. Both had kept their composure, neither had humiliated himself. This time might be different.

“Another shot?” Dhiar held up the bottle of scotch. It was reasonable, since they were headed to Scotland, after all. As if the coffee weren’t enough!

The sailor cleared his throat and threw his shoulders back, lifted his chin, and motioned to the Incubus. “If you’ll have one.”

It had been challenge after challenge. Of course Dhiar would have to take a drink too. Otherwise, it wouldn’t be fair. Given, Dhiar had enjoyed more coffee than Adoric, but there were certain advantages that the demon held. Adoric considered it not an unfair thing if they kept even from the moment the challenge was recognised.

And anyway, he wasn’t too worried about winning or losing. He hadn’t confessed it to Dhiar, but it excited him a bit. The earlier experience had not been at all unpleasant: a relief, and warm, and almost like an orgasm as it shot through his body. A little thrilling. Certainly forbidden, and coming from that cock he liked so much… well, perhaps being around Dhiar made him a bit more adventurous than usual. He might not have considered it with another partner, but with Dhiar… the Incubus surely would be able to appreciate the sensual aspects of it. It was only natural, after all, and came from a man.

His eyes fixated on Dhiar’s crotch as the Incubus adjusted his trousers. He could see the familiar shape behind the cloth, and he could tell it was slightly full. A little excited, just a bit. Just like his own, which he was sure Dhiar could tell. It seemed the demon could just glance at a man and penetrate the entirety of his attire to see him, naked and defenceless.

Both men lifted their shot glasses, and both took the drink of scotch. It burned the throat, made it tingle, but by now it was hardly such a considerable burn. The both of them were quite experienced in drinking great quantities of alcohol.

The best part of scotch was absent in many other forms, and that was the phenomenon of “whiskey dick”; that is to say, the tingling warmth that tickled at the tip of the penis. Adoric breathed in and reflected that perhaps that was what brought him back every time to the drink. Even on the loneliest night, it always gave him a thrill. If he drank it quickly enough, he could slip into a deep sleep and dream of the pleasures he had not experienced for some time, until meeting Dhiar.

On all of the charts, he could not plot out where he thought Dhiar had come from. He knew it could not be anywhere as mundane as his own hometown, or any other he had seen in his travels. He wondered exactly where Dhiar’s home lay on the maps. He had spoken so majestically about it; the sailor wanted to pilot the boat there and see it. But he imagined one day, he probably would.

Both glasses slammed onto the wooden surface. Dhiar hiccuped, and Adoric laughed at the sound. He immediately wished he hadn’t. That just made it all the more difficult.

But then he felt Dhiar’s hand on his crotch, and his eyes met the Incubus’s, and he felt the demon’s lips on his own and his warmth and fragrance so close.

“I will if you will,” he murmured, voice a temptation greater than the mists of opium from a den, or the open thighs of easy virtue.

Whether it was the drink they had tossed carelessly down, or the coffee before, or the intoxicating nearness of the Incubus, Adoric leaned right into the hand and laughed again, this time fully aware of what it would bring.

And it did bring that very thing, warmth and wetness mingling between them and especially over Dhiar’s fingers and palm. He kneaded as he rubbed his palm at the sailor’s crotch and relaxed himself.

There was something about the mingling between their shoes, two little ponds merging to form a sea of sorts, an ocean of their desire, and the pleasure-enhancing aura of the Incubus only made it into that much more intense an experience. With the touching, the nearness, and the enhanced sensations, Adoric came despite himself and felt a stickiness join the damp warmth. On the chilly night, it was welcome.

After all was said and done, Dhiar licked up to Adoric’s lips and then pushed him against the wall, kissing him harder than he had ever done. He found himself responding, grinding up against the Incubus. It thrilled him in the most forbidden of ways. He knew he shouldn’t feel so aroused or excited by it, but with Dhiar, who could help himself? Even only a short time after having lost his own orgasm, he felt his cock filling again.

“I have an idea,” Dhiar murmured in his ear, before nibbling the lobe. “Let’s take off all our clothes and go out on deck and let the waves wash us clean.”

Adoric was naked before another minute passed, and with his penis bobbing eagerly before him, he danced naked on the deck with the unclothed Incubus.

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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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