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 Nineteen.

19th Night—Foundation of Our Love

Dhiar found himself lavishing in the presence of Siros. It was easy to do. He could still taste pomegranate in his mouth, fresh pomegranate and the sweet kisses of the angel next to him, curled against him, a hand occasionally moving along his body. Dhiar kept close, an arm around the other man, careful of his delicate wings. They glistened like opals in the dim light.

The sex had all been fantastic. They had stayed in the realm of licking, touching, suckling, stroking… nothing past that, but between the two of them, it was more than enough. With so many, it always escalated so quickly to penetration of one or the other. This felt more luxurious, somehow. He always loved the feeling of exploration of another, physically and beyond. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 19 →

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 Eighteen.

18th Night—The Other Side of Life

It wasn’t at all what Dhiar had expected, this place. It was almost like an experiment in décor and architecture, but fully appealing: everything seemed warm and inviting, no real walls, and only a few windows, easily hidden by drapes. Those drapes, as well as tapestries and cloth hangings, made the borders of the room. It looked a bit like what a harem might resemble, in some elaborate fantasy. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 18 →

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 Seventeen.

17th Night—Under the Ivy

Dhiar swore he could see fireworks as his eyes opened again. He inhaled rose-scented air, the blooms all around him. The white roses were open, smiling out at the world, and his lips were on Siros’s, so soft and pink and delicate.

The angel looked so much like a marble statue, a magnificently enthralling combination of delicate and masculine. Dhiar could feel his body, so close, a mixture too: at the same time soft and accommodating, and sturdy and muscular. He couldn’t resist, couldn’t stop himself, and he found himself embracing Siros, arms curled tightly about his chest. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 17 →

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 Sixteen.

16th Night—Never Be Mine

Dhiar enjoyed parties, but all things considered, he was more of a homebody. Some Incubi and Succubi were social butterflies, always loving the party of the moment; Chana was like that. His sister thrived on parties, on mingling, and could make a rather fine existence off canapés and whatever champagne the host fancied. He could see her, in his mind, with best friend and lover Lilly, smoking cigarettes in those long holders with the flower design at the end.

How they loved that! Dhiar wondered if that was the kind of life he would end up getting used to, in time. He would have to ring her up sometime soon. Maybe that was a better idea than watching Noctemburg slowly roll to a halt. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 16 →