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 Nine.

9th Night—Funplex

Dhiar’s hands moved slowly, gliding across Anton’s fine clothing. First he eased his jacket off. Next, the waistcoat, followed by the cravat. The shirt was especially easy, more of an old-style garment, laces rather than buttons. Trousers, socks and garter, and at last the shorts underneath, unassuming but fine, a light white cotton with blue and orange vertical stripes. They were thick enough to be modest, thin enough to make out everything beneath.

Not that it was difficult. The vampire was especially well-endowed. When the shorts came off, it became perfectly clear to Evvin what he had been hiding. His eyebrows raised at the baron’s bouncing length. Even if he had been a bit aroused by the Incubus blood’s gifts and the sensual strip, it was no less impressive.

“Marvellous, isn’t it?” Dhiar reached down to slide his fingers across the steadily-filling length, bringing it to full erection. It nearly reached the man’s navel.

If Anton could have blushed, he would have. His eyes closed by themselves, and his breath hitched in his throat. His chest tensed.

“D-Dhiar…”

No matter how many times he found himself in this sort of situation, Evvin always felt self-conscious. “What… are we, er, training to do?”

The young man slowly peeled off his shirt, watching the show before him. He could feel himself getting harder. His hands wandered over his chest, scratching idly here and there, before going to his waist.

“Just sensuality training!” Dhiar tickled his fingertip just under the slit of Anton’s cock, between the bulging bulbs of supple skin. “We’re going to make Anton into the most sensitive of casanovas. Won’t that be fun?”

In less than five seconds, the vampire shot white all over the floor before him, crying out in a deep voice and collapsing back against Dhiar. “So… so intense… I can’t… it’s too…”

“Nonsense!” Dhiar stroked his fingers through the vampire’s hair, easily supporting the taller man’s weight. “Evvin, hurry up and undress. We’re going to have a whole night of fun!”

“I can… I can feel him,” Anton murmured, opening his eyes and looking to the lad undressing. His chest rose and fell, breathing rough as he tried to relax himself. He didn’t strictly need to breathe any longer, but it was one of the few comfortable habits from his life that he retained.

Dhiar’s fingers traced around the light point of Anton’s ear. “And what can you feel about him?”

A silence hung in the room, broken only by the snap of elastic as Evvin fumbled his waistband. At last he stood, half-erect and naked in front of the other two. All eyes, he felt, were on him. He never had considered himself modest or easily humiliated, but it made his cheeks burn a bit.

“He’s embarrassed,” Anton replied, at long last.

“Yes,” Dhiar continued to speak in soothing tones. “But what else? Feel it. Feel him. You can tell just by letting yourself go… by feeling it.”

The vampire slowly took a deep breath and closed his eyes, then let them open again.

“He’s excited.”

“I think we can see that.”

“No, that’s not… not like that.” Anton fought back a chuckle. “I mean being naked and being looked at excites him.”

Now Dhiar’s eyes rested directly on him. Evvin managed a sheepish grin, averting his gaze to his feet.

A sound almost like a purr came from the Incubus. “Really, now?”

“Really. I can feel it. He likes it.” Anton nibbled his lower lip. “I am… sorry, Evvin. If this was a secret…”

“No, no.” Evvin looked back up, stepping around the mess on the floor to join the two. “I volunteered for this. This is going to be pretty fun.”

Within minutes, Anton’s heels were in the air, legs spread, lying draped along the overstuffed chair. Evvin’s tongue teased at his entrance, darting out and around. With one hand he pleasured himself.

Dhiar stood nearby, slowly nodding his head, having undressed in that time. “Good, good…” Though erect himself and maintaining it without so much as a caress, he kept himself a few paces away. That would make the other two last longer before reaching climax.

Anton whined, arching his back. His stiff length pulsed and leaped with every touch, every lick… even the ones that Evvin was doing to himself. He could feel it. It was just like Dhiar had warned him it would be. He could feel Evvin stroking himself.

Anton dripped all over his stomach, sticky and slick and clear. He could tell it wouldn’t be long. He wanted to linger in the moment forever; it felt so good. His body felt like it would explode. He knew it would only be a matter of time.

A very short time.

He swallowed hard, feeling the tongue intrude. When Dhiar had mentioned it, he never thought it would be anything worth doing. It even seemed a little dirty. A little too naughty. But it felt like heaven…

As the feeling overwhelmed him, his vision went white with sparkles, and he distantly heard himself making the most unbecoming sounds, filling the room with moans and whining. His back arched and his muscles spasmed; he became aware of wetness on his face, in his mouth, salty and rich. He could barely fathom the taste.

Evvin gasped and stumbled back, stunned by the feeling that had hit him like a wall. It was similar to the sensations he enjoyed from Dhiar, but not so elegant. It was just the raw, naked orgasm, with all of the feelings of confusion and disorientation that came with it. Evvin stared ahead blankly as he felt his body respond, spraying the side of the chair and the floor just in front of him with more pearly liquid. He rocked his hips, or rather they rocked themselves, with or without his consent.

“Excellent!” Dhiar clapped his hands, nodding his head with approval. His smile practically beamed at the two, and he disappeared into the other room.

A short time later he returned; the other two had not yet recovered. But he went to his work with aplomb, not missing a beat. A warm, wet cloth cleaned up each of them, running over their bodies, wiping away the sweat and everything else. Then he cleaned the floor, just like that, and the furniture…

The Incubus had said the place was enormously resistant to stain, but Evvin had never seen it tested. He had a feeling that he would, this night.

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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.
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