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.

His personal policy of keeping a healthy distance between himself and angels—more for their convenience than his—had to be looked past, this time. At least he knew up-front that Siros was not one of the uppity types.

And he was full of pleasure. Dhiar could appreciate that, as an Incubus. The place smelt strongly of Siros, but it was more a case of all his things being enhanced by his presence. The scent reminded of warmth, fresh fruits full of juices and soft fleshy pulp. It echoed sweetness and strength at the same time, not saccharine nor coming to a point, but washing softly over the senses.

The bed felt like sleeping on clouds, but it still managed to factor in as barely an accessory to the main feature that was Siros. Kind, gentle, sensual, loving, protective… and so strong. Dhiar’s mind spun at the thought of it. From the garden to the place they now rested, it had been several hours. It felt like considerably less.

Dhiar smiled as he felt the warmer area between the angel’s legs against his hip, the tip of the penis at the Incubus’s thigh. Dhiar wiggled closer against the other man, feeling him fill softly and rise, in his sleep. Absently, he wondered if Siros were dreaming of him.

Occasionally the angel would move, the hand on Dhiar’s body running over his skin and then settling in some new place. It made Dhiar smile. He couldn’t decide whether to sleep, and lose himself in slumber with Siros, or to stay awake and simply bask in his presence. So he chose the latter. Demons didn’t strictly need sleep very often anyway.

The Incubus lifted his hand and cupped Siros’s cheek, leaning closer to him. He smelled his sweet-scented breath. It reminded him of the garden. Like a flower. He could feel the pulse between them. It felt like it rippled out eternally.

And the other man stirred, with the touch, and turned his head to kiss Dhiar’s palm. It left the Incubus speechless for a time.

“Haven’t you slept? I’ll hold you. You can sleep.” Siros wrapped his arms around Dhiar, smiling that smile of his, eyes still full of slumber and dream. “You’re safe.”

The Incubus leaned up and pressed against Siros, kissing his lips softly, sweetly, briefly, pulling away to rest his head under the angel’s and close his eyes. The wings folded around the both of them. They put the fine bedclothes to shame. If the bed was like sleeping on clouds, being surrounded by the wings was like being clouds.

Silly thing. That wasn’t what kept Dhiar awake. But now that the gesture had been made, he was not about to allow it to go to waste. The strong arms and soft feathers about him, the scent that naturally emanated from his lover, the slow, steady breaths, in and out… they mesmerised him into sleep. Naked body to naked body, the two sank into the velvet darkness that gave way in turn to dreams.

Hours passed unheeded, unnoticed between the two. They had no care for time, for all anyone in Noctemburg paid it attention. Some minded it for ease if they should ever go somewhere else, whereas others maintained it for appearances, for some unknowable reason. Day went to night into day, and some unknowable time later, both of the men’s eyes opened, at exactly the same time.

Dhiar was the first to make a sound. Laughter issued up from his chest, and he lifted his head to brush his lips against Siros’s. He slid his hands up the angel’s sides, over his nipples, to rest in the centre of his chest.

“See? Wasn’t that wonderful sleep?” Siros answered the kiss with one of his own, rubbing his lips against Dhiar’s, suckling on one, nipping at the other, barely teasing with the dance of his tongue. “You don’t have to worry about anything when you’re here with me.”

The Incubus only kept laughing, almost collapsing against Siros. “You’re so delightfully silly,” he answered. “I wasn’t worried… but I don’t think I’ve ever felt so warm and welcome as I have in your arms.” Another kiss, and then he took a breath to continue. “Sleeping—actual sleeping—with someone else next to you, that takes trust and beauty. You gave me such beautiful dreams.”

Dhiar stroked his fingers through Siros’s hair, feeling its softness, its thick and healthy lustre. The angel traced around a small horn with his thumb.

“I didn’t give them to you,” Siros replied. “We crafted them as one.”

Dhiar reflected at that moment that it should not surprise him that an angel is such a perfectly ideal lover. In many ways, he thought, they were much the same: beings of pleasure and happiness. Not all of the angels were like that, of course. But this one, this one was special. He seemed almost like the good angel archetype, brightness and comfort and love exuded from every fibre of his being.

The Incubus bent slightly closer, reaching his hand down, and he cupped Siros between the legs, stroking over his balls and then up the erection that had fully settled in whilst they slept. Yes, that was an especially appealing feature. So many of the more uppity angels tried to deny they even had anything between the legs. But this one, this one celebrated it. And Dhiar could see himself finding plenty of time to worship it.

“Good morning to you too!” Dhiar murmured, barely able to stop himself from giggling.

Siros erupted in a sudden burst of laughter, quieting to start rocking his hips against the soft fingers touching him so.

“Good morning to you.” He leaned in for another kiss.

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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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