Bear’s Honey Chapter 6: The Incubus Finally Gets to Eat

This is a short story by the same author as Home of the Zerg that I decided to do for my birthday. So I hope you enjoy this birthday release from me.

-Addis

 

Chapter 6: The Incubus Finally Gets to Eat

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: KarateChopMonkey

Alphard was completely focused on the glass in his hand, carefully pouring out the gray-green corpse fluid and watching each drop into the crucible. With every drop, a small purple mist rose from the water’s rippling surface.

This potion, which allowed non-necromancers to briefly “awaken” corpses, was one of his specialties. Although he didn’t know what those wealthy people wanted with these magical concoctions, Alphard didn’t care. He was in a state of long-term saving and wasn’t too desperate, but he did have a certain need for gold coins.

The basement door slammed open just as he was about to put away the glass. Alphard’s wrist twitched, and the remaining corpse fluid splashed all over, causing the crucible to burst with a thunderous boom.

Brand came in following the scent, his mind filled with the word “food,” feeling dizzy. The strong explosion upon opening the door shook him, and even the pink hearts in his eyes dimmed. Though he didn’t know what the billowing smoke inside meant, he knew he had caused trouble.

“S-sorry…”

Alphard looked up. Brand expected to see him furious, but he appeared unexpectedly calm, to his surprise. Of course, this could also be the calm before the storm, “What are you trying to do?”

“Um… I was hungry,” Brand said, ashamed but still honest.

“You finished all the provisions you brought back in that raggedy bag? And you’re hungry again?” Alphard began considering whether he needed to dissect Brand’s stomach to examine its contents.

Brand hesitated, his hand pressing down on the erection straining against his underwear. His bare torso flushed with a faint red, burning to his neck. “It’s not hunger in my stomach. It’s… the need for… um, seminal fluid. A very serious kind of hunger. Every time I get this hungry, I lose control and do something wrong… I used to get kicked out of villages because of it.”

But this time, he couldn’t resist.

Alphard sighed, setting down the crucible and the shattered glass, resigned as he pushed them aside. Brand held onto the staircase railing, unwilling to descend but refusing to leave, looking on anxiously from a distance, eager to prove his loyalty. “This is my fault. I’ll help you clean up! Please don’t touch the broken glass with your bare hands.”

“Come clean it up now. If we don’t deal with it promptly, the workbench will be ruined by the potion seeping into it.” Alphard felt utterly exhausted, suddenly realizing he didn’t even have the energy to get angry anymore.

After Brand barged into the house, it felt like he had exhausted all the energy he had accumulated over more than thirty years of life just to deal with the situations caused by this guy. If given the chance to return that night, Alphard would probably choose to send Brand away and hire construction workers to repair the damage through written correspondence. It might take six months to a year, but at least he wouldn’t have to deal with social interactions.

Perhaps due to the sunk cost fallacy, Alphard couldn’t stop the damage in time at this point. He sat down wearily on a nearby recliner.

Brand, given permission, quickly ran down barefoot and carefully handled the remains of the crucible and the body.

“You can’t enter the basement without my permission. And you can’t go to the attic or the study. Your activities are limited to the living room and the construction site on the second floor,” Alphard said coldly.

“Yes…” Brand knew he was in the wrong and sheepishly agreed. Whether he would remember this later was another matter altogether.

“As compensation for the damage to the crucible today, you need to provide me with three vials of blood.”

“Three vials!?” Brand was shocked. He could see how large the glass bottles on the shelf were. Three vials, and he would surely be drained dry.

Seeing this large man trembling with fear, even with his imposing stature, Alphard couldn’t help feeling annoyed, “It’s not like you have to give it all at once.”

“Oh, okay then.” 

The value of three vials of incubus blood far exceeded the value of the crucible and the potion. Alphard had factored in his mental stress and interest over this period, but Brand seemed oblivious to it. This left Alphard’s desire to express his displeasure and malice unfulfilled.

The basement was dimly lit, and Brand was extremely careful as he cleaned the broken glass. He accidentally cut his finger in the process, and blood welled up.

“Idiot,” Alphard muttered irritably. It had been a long time since he had directly scolded someone.

Brand chuckled nervously, asking if there was a smaller container available. Since the blood was already flowing, he didn’t want to waste it.

Alphard pointed to a small glass tube and watched as the tall man carefully retrieved it from the shelf, clad only in his underwear. Brand then cautiously squeezed his fingertip into the tube, blood clotting after just a few drops.

Brand brought the small tube to Alphard, squatting beside the recliner and clutching the armrest, smiling ingratiatingly with his eyes narrowed into slits. “Seems a bit short, doesn’t it? I’ll come back with more blood for you after I’ve eaten. I really can’t do it now, or I’ll die. If I die, no one will be around to fix your walls.”

Alphard took the tube and shook it. The blood of an incubus was tinged with a faint pink amidst its bright red hue. It wasn’t a peach’s soft pink but a flamingo’s vibrant hue. Out of his research spirit as a mage, Alphard carefully approached the tube and sniffed it, a spicy scent assaulting his senses, making his pale cheeks flush slightly.

No wonder so many people wanted the blood and flesh of an incubus. Its uses were so diverse, and even a tiny amount was potent.

“Wait until you’ve eaten your fill…? Are you finally deciding to go raid the villagers at night?” Alphard sealed the test tube with a wooden stopper, instructing Brand to label it and place it in the “Precious Items” drawer of the table.

Having an assistant running around attentively was unexpectedly helpful. While living beings could be noisy and irritating, they were more agile in their movements and reactions.

“Otherwise, I’ll starve to death. And if I starve to death, I won’t be able to give you any blood,” Brand lamented, rambling on. “During hibernation, I didn’t eat anything, and now that spring is here, and it’s mating season, just that one bite from last time wasn’t nearly enough… And you won’t let me eat again… Oh, oh, I’m not blaming you! I’m grateful even for that one time. Don’t worry, I’ll try to be careful. And it’s not like I get caught and beaten every time—maybe just nine out of ten times,” Brand added, chuckling. Of course, with his thick skin, hardly anyone in the village could leave a mark on him. Brand only ran away with his tail between his legs because he felt guilty and didn’t want to fight back.

“…” Realizing he had been the only one talking all this time, Alphard had been silent since the beginning. Brand glanced at him and asked, “Mr. Al… Uh, Alphard, are you asleep? Is there anything else you want me to do?”

Alphard frowned, looking like he had a stomach ache that was difficult to describe, and stared at Brand.

Brand broke into a cold sweat, thinking he had said something wrong again, “Um…”

Alphard sighed irritably, “One time.”

“Huh?” Brand looked at him in confusion.

“I’ll let you eat once more,” Alphard said resignedly.

“Really? Truly?” Brand’s eyes lit up joyfully, and he eagerly squeezed himself next to Alphard’s recliner.

“…Yes. Once is enough, right? Don’t go looking for trouble outside. After that, you’ll work diligently and provide blood for me,” Alphard said, his tone unusually cold and harsh.

“Okay, okay, no problem!” Brand’s previously dim pink heart-shaped eyes suddenly lit up again. Without considering Alphard’s reasons for saying these words, his mind was filled with “semen!” He hurriedly leaned forward, like a large animal, pressing his furry head towards Alphard’s crotch.

“You… uh.” Alphard hesitated for a moment, then, like last time, allowed Brand to undo his belt with his canine teeth.

“Long time no see,” Brand joyfully cradled Alphard’s still-soft penis, unable to wait any longer as he eagerly opened his mouth and took it inside.

Was this the right decision…? Alphard felt unusually restless. It wasn’t because of external factors but rather due to his actions. Within the scorching hot oral cavity, he quickly became aroused despite his usually low libido. Of course, the main effect came from the incubus saliva.

Brand murmured in satisfaction, slightly opening his mouth. The contrast between his vivid red tongue and the pale shaft of Alphard’s penis was striking. Tilting his head slightly, Brand let the erect penis slide out from his mouth, leaving a trail of sticky saliva from the glans to the shaft.

“It’s still delicious… My stomach started rumbling at just a whiff of it. Ah, it’s not my stomach, is it? I don’t know anymore… Alphard… Can I… Can I use my butt to eat today?” Brand asked, his tone pleading.

“What’s the difference from using your mouth? Aren’t they both for eating?” Alphard’s tone was even more impatient than usual. He didn’t like speaking in this state, with his penis being pulled out and stiff.

“In terms of the result, there’s no difference. But I don’t just need nourishment; my body also has its desires… I want to do it. I really want to. I’ll be gentle, okay?” Brand’s tail wagged seductively, wrapping around Alphard’s ankle and rubbing against it. He pressed himself between Alphard’s legs, his erect nipples and full chest muscles constantly brushing against Alphard’s knees like a domesticated animal begging for food.

“…” Alphard was a dark individual who felt unfamiliar with carnal desires, and at the same time, he was extremely reticent about them. If Brand dared to joke and say, “You don’t seem willing, but you’re hard pretty quickly,” Alphard would get up and leave, kicking Brand out of his home forever.

“…As long as I don’t have to do anything extra.” Alphard said softly.

Brand’s ecstatic expression vanished instantly, replaced by the demeanor of a dangerous individual bouncing around on the spot. “No need, no need! Just sit there or lie down; anything works! You don’t have to do anything!”

As he spoke, Brand quickly got up, almost simultaneously ripping off his unappealing linen-colored briefs and squeezing himself onto the narrow recliner. Thankfully, Alphard was slim; otherwise, there wouldn’t have been enough space left for Brand’s thick legs.

Although the briefs had no hint of allure, the buttocks that had been wrapped inside them were indeed charming. Brand’s buttocks were firm and full, with slight indentations on the sides, appearing to be the type that would bounce several times when touched.

But Alphard couldn’t see it anyway.

Brand straddled Alphard, instantly enveloping him. The shadow he cast was oppressive, with his full chest nearly brushing against Alphard’s high nose bridge. Meanwhile, the large and scorching-hot flesh rod came face-to-face with Alphard’s stomach, causing him to instinctively recoil a few centimeters.

Brand felt a bit hurt. “My chest and penis are both friendly; they won’t hurt you…”

“You’re just too big,” Alphard criticized.

“…It’s natural.” Brand couldn’t deny that his size had caused him a lot of trouble. If he were a delicate female incubus or even a slender young man, he would have indulged in the city… 

Reaching behind himself, Brand used two fingers to spread apart his already wet anus—being an incubus didn’t mean he had to search for lubricant before penetration; that would be ridiculous.

Alphard stared dumbfoundedly as the transparent liquid slid down Brand’s fingers, dripping onto his thigh and causing a faint heat sensation on his skin.

“Haa… I can’t hold back anymore, really…” Brand was supposed to set an ambiguous atmosphere beforehand, but after a few attempts, he lost patience. The sight of Alphard’s hard and beautiful penis in front of him made him impatient. After rubbing his knees forward a few times, Brand grabbed Alphard’s penis and positioned it at his entrance, slowly sitting down.

Alphard calmly watched as part of himself was gradually enveloped by Brand’s body. He realized he had forgotten to breathe until the entire length was inside him, finally exhaling sharply, “Ugh…”

“Haa… Ugh, yeah…! Haa, it’s been so long… so good… ugh…” Brand grabbed Alphard’s shoulders, moaning in pleasure. After swallowing almost the entire length, he began to move his waist greedily, vigorously thrusting up and down.

Alphard’s shoulder bones protruded into his palms, rubbing against them repeatedly and making Brand’s palms itch.

“Aah… Haa… My stomach’s growling… it’s so hot… I’m probably in now… Ugh… Ha-ha… I haven’t been this wet in a long time. It’s definitely because I haven’t had semen for too long… Mmm… Can we only do it once? Alphard, can we only do it more? Then I’ll go slower… Otherwise, it’ll end too quickly…”

Alphard felt annoyed. Brand kept moaning, incessantly muttering some embarrassing remarks in his appealing baritone voice unrelated to arousal. What angered him the most was that, while listening to this nonsense, his penis was getting even harder.

This wasn’t… making love, was it? It probably didn’t count. This was just an incubus’s feeding behavior. For some reason, Alphard held a disdainful and pessimistic attitude toward traditional human relationships. If it weren’t for Brand, this intruder who sat on his butt under the guise of eating, he probably would have remained a virgin for life.

“Haah…” Brand’s ecstatic moans reverberated in the dark basement, along with the rhythmic slapping of his buttocks against Alphard’s thighs. With each sit-down, Brand’s buttocks quivered, sending ripples through the flesh.

Although he hadn’t moved a finger, Alphard’s breathing became heavier, and he gradually felt dizzy. Brand didn’t notice Alphard’s drunken-like reaction. He leaned his head back, his upper body taut like a bow about to snap, adjusting angles to let his beloved penis enter and exit his hungry anus.

Imagining how the slightly red, rounded glans rubbed against the soft flesh inside him, Brand felt a tingling sensation in his lower back, enjoying the pleasure. His bare abdomen highlighted the defined muscles as he exerted force, and his waist exerted powerful tension. His thighs swelled with muscle due to the effort, sweat trickling down, making the area they joined sticky and messy.

Meanwhile, Brand’s heart-shaped tail wagged frantically, like a self-conscious tentacle, sometimes poking at the base of Alphard’s penis, sometimes sliding up and down his thighs.

“Haah… Aahh… Alphard… it feels so good… Can we do it again? Once isn’t enough… After we finish, can we do it again…?” Brand sat down heavily again, not wanting to pull out, and started rocking his hips back and forth with the whole length buried inside him. He arched his back deeply, leaning his head against Alphard’s shoulder, rubbing his curly hair against Alphard’s cold earlobe—he remembered not to be too rough with Alphard.

Forgetting his earlier satisfaction with doing it just once, Brand greedily demanded another round before it ended.

Alphard panted heavily, gripping the soft fabric of the recliner beneath him, his knuckles turning white. Since earlier, he found it hard to think, feeling like his lower body was melting inside Brand. He knew this seemingly innocent incubus was, as usual—an unconscious and adept opportunist.

Alphard wanted to curse, but all that came out was a short, “Ugh.”

“Haah… Huh? Did you say ‘Mm’? You agreed, right?” Brand excitedly wiggled his hips, his tail wrapping around Alphard’s waist, revealed by his exposed shirt. Alphard was much slimmer than him; Brand dared not use too much force with his tail, suddenly becoming cautious.

“I didn’t…” Alphard couldn’t summon the energy to criticize the incubus’s twisted morals. Shivering, he instinctively let go of the hand supporting him from the beginning, grabbing Brand’s hips. Although he couldn’t exert much force with his hand strength, Alphard tried to push Brand down. His vision whitened, and he groaned, releasing all at once. “Ugh, haah…!”

For a virgin, he had endured quite a lot with the incubus on top of him.

Brand gasped, raising his head abruptly. The sensation of being filled with semen after a long time was incredible. But the thought of whether there would be a second time later made Brand uncomfortable. Looking at Alphard, he froze.

Although usually pale, Alphard had never shown such vulnerability. His eyes half-closed as he breathed heavily, and he even nuzzled Brand’s chest as if about to faint. Brand rarely received such tender affection after sex, and he suddenly felt warm in his chest. “Alphard…”

With a soft thud, Alphard slumped to the side. …Not as if he were about to faint. He had already fainted.

Brand’s panicked screams echoed in the basement, “Aah, Alphard, are you okay?! Don’t die! I won’t eat a second time—”