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 Ten.

10th Night—Mercenary

It was raining again.

It had been raining for some time. At least there was never any hail. But whenever it rained, it covered the whole city like a massive sheet of water. Everything glowed with the bouncing raindrops, white clouds of mist drifting off into nothing with every surface they hit.

“You’ve never asked.”

Dhiar turned his head. He had seated himself in the front window, to watch the rain. Evvin was walking out from behind the silk screen, slowly towards him. To join him. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 10 →

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. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 9 →

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 Eight.

8th Night—Edge

“Evvin, you look so cute in glasses.”

The words from Dhiar took Evvin by surprise, and his cheeks turned a slight pink. “Thanks… um…” He quietly pulled his solid black glasses off, sliding them into the soft case and setting it aside.

Addressing the unspoken question, Dhiar motioned with a flourish of the wrist to the handsome blond man beside him. Handsome, and very pale. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 8 →

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 Seven.

7th Night—Polite Dance Song

Dhiar sipped at a mixed drink, full of sweetness and fruit. He could barely even taste the alcohol, which was the best way to have it; no-one except a real alcoholic—or a connoisseur, as the term tended to be softened—actually wanted to taste the booze. It was all the same to him, tasting it or not tasting it, but on the whole he preferred the fruity bouquet. He had a sweet tooth, and fruit satisfied it much more perfectly than most confection.

The festivities were nothing short of marvellous. It was one of the many and frequent holidays celebrated in the city, and some of the vampires had decided to throw a ball for it. Obscure holiday, much like the Yuletide in sentiment and decking, and so Dhiar had thrown on a green and red ensemble, mostly crushed velvet and dainty foppish fare. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 7 →

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 Six.

6th Night—La La La

Was this what made a kept man? Evvin arranged the elegant glass phials of oil on the shelf. His mind was never entirely on work like this. Either Dhiar distracted him, or something else did. Tedious work never kept his concentration long. Still, the atmosphere of Phantasies calmed his mind and made it easier. He could appreciate the pleasant qualities effortlessly now.

He was dressed better than he had ever been, fed better than he had ever been… still a bit bony, he had gained some weight. But Dhiar only fawned over him more. It wasn’t like this with the humans in the city, or the vampires for example. It was easy to criticise someone for being heavier than you when you don’t actually have to eat food. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 6 →

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 Five.

5th Night—Get to Burning

“You’re an amazing cook, Dhiar!” Evvin rubbed his full stomach, smiling appreciatively to the Incubus seated next to him.

In front of them, on the coffee table in the centre of the sofa and chairs, sat a clay pot, and in it rested the meagre remains of the broth and fragments of food. The room still bore the comforting aroma of kabocha and tofu. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 5 →

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 Four.

4th Night—A Case of You

Dhiar wished he smoked. He could start, he knew, but he didn’t really want to. It’s not that he had any concerns for his body—he could manipulate every part of it, if need be—but he simply didn’t like the taste.

Incense was a different thing altogether. His fingers slipped into the little paper wrapper and pulled out a stalk, setting it in its holder. The box of matches made rushing sounds like a rain stick when he picked it up. He clasped a single wooden match with his fingernails and drew it out, holding it more firmly to strike it, and then to light the tip of the incense. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 4 →

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 Three.

3rd Night—Feel It

They had enjoyed drinks together at the club. The only thing left over was an empty beer bottle, rested on the counter beside the register. No need for fresh drinks. Their thirst had found other means.

It was cold outside. It was always fairly cool, being subterranean, but sometimes certain features of the city—and of course, stray magic residue—led to variation in temperature, however subtle. The most delightful thing about Noctemburg’s unique weather, in Dhiar’s mind, was the fact that it could and did rain, thanks to underground water sources and natural condensation. At certain times of the year, mist blanketed city streets like spun cotton. He felt like he was crawling in bedclothes, when he went out on those days. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 3 →

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 Two.

2nd Night—Your Disco Needs You

The music thumped at a steady beat. This wasn’t the kind of club where you felt it, though, instead of hearing it. The words lingered in the air and the minds of the dancers, the musical accompaniment managing to be more than just background noise. This was a good band, a good club.

The dancers on the floor all moved like they knew how. Each and every one of them writhed with confidence, their forms animated by the stimulus of love, desire, and loss chronicled in the unfurling song around them all. It gave them something in common, when nothing else managed: this common ground, this common song, the sweat moistening the air. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 2 →

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 One.

1st Night—Dhiar est Amoureux

“Uhh! Yes! Yes!”

The bedsprings made little sound, durably-crafted and well-maintained. They had to be; Incubi always demanded it. “A bad bed,” the saying amongst them went, “means never fed.”

Dhiar, the Incubus in question on this bed, was in fact enjoying quite a feast. An exceptional figure even for his kind, the form he had chosen was well-built and smooth, with hematite-black hair and eyes of deep, dark garnet.

As a demon, his skin always bore a sort of reddish tint to it. At this moment, however, the hint of pink had deepened to outright rose, his muscles gleaming with a sort of matte sheen as he thrust, again and again, into the other man on the bed. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 1 →