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-Nine.

39th Night—Down to You

Despite wishes to the contrary, Dhiar and Merry could not neglect everything else to spend all their time together; Dhiar had Chana to placate, and Merry his own work to do and things that demanded his time. So the day found the Incubus in town with his sister, strolling down a street filled with life.

Racks of clothes sat outside some of the shops, coaxing passers-by, while just a short distance away, people sat on the terrace to sip their teas and coffees in the clear weather. A familiar breeze rustled Dhiar’s curls.

“We’ll have rain.” Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 39 →

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.” Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 38 →

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-Seven.

37th Night—Night Scented Stock

Dhiar felt Merry. More specifically, he felt the man’s body against his own, and it made him happy. He had said farewell to Chana at the party, expressed that he would see her the next day sometime, and then they returned to Merry’s flat.

It was hardly a glorious or luxurious residence, but it was nice and warm and intimate, and as it was on the edge of the city, it was more generous than inner-city life would have given. Presumably, it was also less expensive. Dhiar always reflected on the strange dynamic of human value, especially in cities. On one hand, some of the places were very close to trendy spots, and on the other, they were often tiny, squalid little affairs. Other places weren’t so convenient to trends, but they were much more pleasant to live in; yet somehow they often seemed the cheaper of the two options. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 37 →

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-Six.

36th Night—Gimme Sympathy

The party disappointed Dhiar. Chana lost herself in the crowd, leaving the Incubus floating free and quite overwhelmed by the miasma of conflicting feelings in this group. Anxiety seemed the most prominent feeling in the place, fear, confusion, loss, nervous desire… there was very little of the pleasure that made up the stuff of his existence. It frustrated him.

As he turned to the doors that led out to the garden, he nearly collided with a man, somewhere in his early twenties surely; he had the glow of youth with only a slight tempering of maturity. Mainly it was in his eyes, with a depth that even the oldest in this salon did not share.

“Terribly sorry!” Dhiar held up his hands cheerfully. “Just needed a breath of air.” Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 36 →