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 Twenty-Four.

24th Night—Hounds of Love

The days were so luxuriously long, the nights seemed endless, and all in all Dhiar was having a great time. It felt so good to go home, even once in a while. The time that passed between the occasions made it seem all the more special.

And now, arm-in-arm with Siros, he walked down the streets of stone towards the sound of music and the glow of lights.

This music pulsed and writhed through the body, it pulled one’s very being into rhythm. Even if a person had never danced, it made them want to move. They might not know a pirouette from a fox-trot, but this was the kind of sound where it all became so magnificently irrelevant. This was not the time for well-learned, practised motion. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 24 →

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 Twenty-Three.

23rd Night—Time of the Season

The sun shining down on them was as different as could be from Noctemburg’s perpetual night. At first it hurt Dhiar’s eyes a little bit, to be so bright. But even it was not as oppressively bright as it could have been.

There, in the subterranean grandeur of Dis, the Great City of the Abyss… there, the place which Dhiar had known for so much of his youth, which all of his kind know and had known… the trees grew taller than buildings, the streets cobbled and the buildings a mixture of the most beautiful of designs.

In this place, Siros felt completely awed. It was a bit like Dhiar felt around Siros, like this other person, this splendid other person in his life, had such power and knowledge, such a natural awareness of things that he himself could not. In this place, he could stretch his wings. He could fly, and fly into a sky; despite being underground, the Abyss actually had a sky, celestial bodies, and other things that seemed like luxuries by comparison to Noctemburg. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 23 →

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 Twenty-Two.

22nd Night—Rocket’s Tail

The air in the bathroom had a substance to it, heavy and full. The steam from the hot bath rose, scented with vanilla and rose petals, the same petals drifting about the surface of the water in the garden tub. The water held the appearance of glass, until movement from one figure or the other disturbed it. Ripples rolled out like reflections from one side to the other.

It was cold outside, but not yet the bitter cold of winter. It made the skylight steam up, opaque and not so playful as in warmer weather. It looked like frosted glass. Continue reading Incubus Tales: Chapter 22 →