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 Twelve.

12th Night—Black Sheep

“More! More!” Dhiar felt Lothring inside him, deep inside. And this time, it was so hot, churning inside as it filled him. He hummed little moans of pleasure, slowly licking his lips.

The other man panted, though he did not strictly need to breathe. He grinned wickedly down at the Incubus, chest rising and falling. His eyes smouldered, fire dancing within their ruby depths. He liked that Dhiar’s eyes were almost the same colour as his own.

“Ohh… more…” Dhiar reached up to run a hand along Lothring’s side, laughing deep, a rumbling vibrating in his throat. “More…”

“Mein lieber Dhiar,” Lothring quipped, tensing his muscles and then easing into the touch, “we have already had no less than five rolls in the proverbial hay. Surely you cannot want more.”

But he only teased, and he reached his hand to trace his fingertips over the top of the demon’s. It was so much warmer than his own. He found that heat addictive.

“More, then.” Lothring reached down to pull Dhiar atop him as he rolled onto his back. “But we switch off again! Now you, you give me more.”

The Incubus leaned up to lock lips, massaging, suckling, nipping, as his hands wandered all over the other man’s body. So hot… such heat mingled between them. Without words, Dhiar began to grind his crotch against Lothring’s, already rigid and supple, dripping with slickness, body fragrant with the sweat of arousal.

Some revenants took little regard of their bodies, but Lothring always kept his well-fed and well-tended. He healed any injury, maintained the energies he could, and though he did not tax it unnecessarily, he also did not sit sedentary like some of them. He could not imagine continuing to exist as a barely-ambulatory bag of bones in flesh, custodian to some ruined architecture long past its prime or a library blanketed in dust.

And at this moment, he felt more lively than he had in ages. Decades, surely. Dhiar did not ease into him; he didn’t need to, after all of their fun in the day up to that point. By now, the two had become comfortably relaxed with each other, just enough to make things easier.

He could feel the warmth dribbling onto his body from within Dhiar, the warmth that he had put there. They had exchanged fluids so many times that they almost seemed like the same being. He shivered and became even more aroused, tensing his stomach and clenching his buttocks, tightening his passage around Dhiar’s perfectly-sized, perfectly-shaped length.

Meanwhile, the Incubus gazed down into Lothring’s eyes. Even if the rest of him enchanted so, enthralled him so, the eyes always caught him. This could be an ideal partner, Dhiar mused. Revenants don’t really get tired, can go at a moment’s notice, and are never in any danger of going without food or drink.

At the same time, similar thoughts flicked through Lothring’s mind. He could barely feel the bed beneath him. It seemed more like clouds.

And the benevolent Moon smiling down upon him was Dhiar, rose-kissed skin and hematite hair… boundless reserves of energy to share between them… he could get pieces from other foods, but there was nothing quite like the primal essence of living. The Incubus exuded it like a heat lamp.

Another kiss began, the thrusting slapping him like a spanking. His balls quaked and bounced, sac loose and soft, draping over his body. His cock sprayed drops of precum like little drops of syrup all over his stomach, and he shivered. So much had come back to him. He felt so much attachment, now, to living rather than existing. Even if technically unlife, he saw so much now, so much that he had heretofore neglected.

“More… more!” Lothring would have blushed if his body allowed it. He found himself muffled, thankfully. His feelings mirrored the words of the Incubus only a few moments earlier.

At least the bed was more luxurious than the first three rounds, which had been on the carpet. Dhiar’s enticing way of undressing the revenant led to quick, dirty fucking. Naturally, neither of them minded.

“My stars,” Lothring murmured, arching his back sharply as Dhiar slipped down from his lips, to bite little nibbles down his neck. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop.”

When the Incubus began to lap along the side, with the tongue of his, rougher than a human’s, that was enough. Lothring erupted high enough to hit Dhiar’s cheek and covered his stomach. He could not stop whimpering, utterly consumed by the pleasure. It soon hit Dhiar, and he filled the other man, slowing his rhythm and lying atop him.

“Well,” he broke the silence, after a few minutes of catching breath. “You certainly seem to be enjoying yourself.”

Lothring turned, lips parting, expression a mixture of curiosity and surprise. He paused, rather than speaking immediately, and flicked his tongue over his lips. His eyes thoughtfully regarded the Incubus.

“I intend to have you become a regular delivery boy. Will that be acceptable?”

“Fine by me! But…” Dhiar tapped the tip of Lothring’s nose, “I will insist upon payment being tendered in similar fashion. I must have standards, you know.”

The revenant laughed, shaking the both of them with the quaking of his chest. He slid his arms around Dhiar and squeezed with affection, pulling him up like a blanket, regardless of the state of each of their bodies.

“I wouldn’t dream of contradicting a business agreement. But don’t let me pull you away from other… customers.”

“I wouldn’t dream of shafting a client,” Dhiar replied, then he paused. “So to speak.”

The two of them began to laugh at once, the laughter melting into kisses, the kisses slowly igniting into bodies moving against each other.

The evening had only just begun. An afternoon’s play could so easily turn into a night’s amusement. Little else presented itself in this district of antiquity and silence. The heat began to rise again, and for an instant, even in this place, for just a little while… it felt like summer.

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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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