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 9: Dinner Habits
Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations
Editor: KarateChopMonkey
As autumn arrived, the view from the second floor of the Mage Tower changed drastically from summer. Brand had mostly filled in the hole and only needed to finish the small flowerbed outside the window frame—this was a spontaneous decision he had made himself—then his work would be done.
Leaning on his chin, he gazed out at the golden forest on the hill behind, thinking about the evening meals, the warm attic nest, and Alphard, who hadn’t come out of the basement for several days and sighed softly.
The last time he caught a deer in the woods, Alphard somehow used magic to drain its blood directly, and Brand conveniently turned it into smoked venison. Paired with fresh vegetables and white bread bought from the village and smeared with egg yolk sauce… it never got boring.
I wonder how many more blissful days we can have?
When Alphard came up to the second floor, he first saw Brand’s melancholy face. He hesitated momentarily because this expression, as if thinking, didn’t match well with Brand.
“Hey, you finally decided to come out of the basement! It’s been days!” Brand heard footsteps, turned his head, and the tiny bit of sadness just disappeared.
“I need to change my clothes; the smell on this robe is becoming unbearable.” Alphard frowned slightly, unfastening the strap around his collar, and the mage robe fell to the ground at his feet. Although he was always around corpses and had no thoughts about blood and flesh, he still couldn’t fully accept the lingering smell that stuck to him after decades. He used to hand over his worn clothes to the zombies for washing, but now there was a ready-made “servant” to handle it.
Brand hurriedly picked up the robe and followed closely behind Alphard, rubbing against him to reach the wardrobe. When the wardrobe opened, it was filled with black mage robes as if bought wholesale. Brand once foolishly asked if there was a discount for buying in bulk, but Alphard didn’t answer.
Even without looking back, Alphard could feel himself shrouded in shadow. He turned slightly and glanced at Brand, “What are you doing?”
Brand hugged the robe and smiled, “It’s not dark yet! I’m helping you block the sunlight.”
“Thoughtful,” Alphard forced a smile, looking somewhat awkward, “I’m not going to disappear into ashes like a vampire in sunlight. If you have this time, you might as well do something productive, like washing clothes.”
Brand blushed slightly and embarrassedly chuckled, “Thoughtful? Haha, it’s not as exaggerated as you make it sound…”
“…” Alphard closed his eyes tightly, feeling a bit exhausted. He was about to casually take out the eighth mage robe from the seemingly copied-and-pasted wardrobe when he was suddenly startled by Brand’s hand reaching out.
Brand’s height allowed him to easily reach the top of the large wardrobe. He clung to the edge of the wardrobe, unable to help but stare at Alphard, wearing a thin shirt. He pursed his lips and muttered, “Can we… um, can we have a meal today? I’ve prepared honey bread for you…”
“Are you trying to convince me to eat, or do you want to eat yourself?” Alphard had already seen the food on the table when he passed by the first floor.
“Both, both,” Brand repeated twice, looking at Alphard expectantly.
Alphard remained silent with a stern face. If it were anyone else, they would have assumed this was a silent refusal or backed off in fear. But Brand didn’t sense any malice from him, so he leaned closer instead, persistently pressing his chest against Alphard’s arm.
“Come on, let’s go to the first floor. We can eat the bread on the couch, and then… By then, I’ll also wash these two clothes for you. It saves detergent,” he said, forcefully dragging Alphard a few times with his muscular arms.
Alphard resisted for about three seconds, emitting a reluctant “Um” from his throat, but was eventually half-dragged away by him.
Brand cheered quietly in his heart: Alphard is nice!
The bread, left in the air for a while, had become a little dry. Luckily, Alphard’s taste buds had deteriorated to the point where he only cared if it was edible. He sat silently on the couch, expressionless, slowly chewing the bread smeared with butter and honey jam, and saw Brand curled up in the corner of the couch, fidgeting anxiously on the delicate fabric.
“Don’t mess up my sofa,” Alphard growled.
“I’m not! At least, I haven’t directly touched it yet…” Brand immediately sat up straight, feeling guilty. He completely failed to perceive the meaning behind Alphard’s slow movements. Perhaps there was an underlying message like, “If he asks me to take off my pants obediently, wouldn’t it be embarrassing?” or “Let this impulsive fool wait a bit longer and learn his lesson,” but Brand was completely oblivious.
He thought: Oh, Alphard eats so gracefully, chewing bread many times with one bite. If it were me, I would have finished it by now…
By the time Alphard finally finished his bite and tried to wipe his fingers and mouth, Brand couldn’t wait any longer and happily pounced on him, licking up the crumbs with the sweet scent of honey.
“You…! Mmm…” Before Alphard could warn him to be patient, Brand “plopped” him down onto the soft but almost elasticless couch, his entire body enveloped in pressure from top to bottom.
After eagerly licking off the crumbs, Brand then sucked on Alphard’s slender fingers with a noisy sound. He could feel Alphard’s knee gently nudging his abdomen disapprovingly, but that amount of force was more like a caress to him, having no intimidation other than making him stiff and wet.
If Alphard had truly been angry, such as during the recent debacle of the crucible destruction, his whole body would have emitted a terrifying aura that made people involuntarily bow their heads. At this moment, Brand didn’t sense it; on the contrary, he only smelled the increasingly intense desire mixed with the lingering scent of honey he liked, deliciously making his stomach and abdomen growl.
Brand looked clumsy and bulky, but his skill in undressing was as nimble as a bricklayer’s carpentry or rather swift. Alphard was annoyed by his indiscriminate nibbling on his fingers, unhappy that his hands were now wet with saliva. He was about to wipe them on the other’s clothes but encountered smooth skin instead.
It felt like he had been burned by hot skin, and he quickly pulled back his hand. Brand made a disappointed hmm sound, thinking Alphard was particularly excited today, wanting to touch him voluntarily…
Alphard was entangled by Brand’s tail, which appeared out of nowhere, wrapping around his fingers haphazardly, almost squeezed into the crevice between the sofa back and cushion. He struggled to lie more decently but couldn’t resist Brand sitting on him, rubbing against him with his smooth bottom, causing him to sink deeper into the sofa cushions.
“Alphard, um… touch me… touch me.” Brand impatiently murmured with his deep and sticky, contradictory voice. He never hesitated to express his needs bluntly, completely unconcerned about the possibility of rejection.
An imperative sentence? What a rude guy. At least he should have used “please.” Alphard’s mind lacked oxygen but still silently cursed in his heart. And your tail traps my hand, and I can’t move it.
Thinking so, the next second, his hand was pulled back by that extremely rude tail towards the small of his back and the base of the tail. Alphard was stunned; he had never touched the place where an incubus’s tail connected to its body before. It was unexpectedly soft and resilient, trembling like an electric shock when touched by fingers, causing its owner to emit a pleasant moan.
“Hehe… you can pull it as you like.” Brand rubbed his nose against Alphard’s neck, arching him so his head was raised high.
“I don’t want to. Why should I reward you?” Alphard grumbled impatiently.
But he still placed his hand there, tentatively exploring the structure with his fingertips.
Brand hummed and shook a few times, slightly afraid in his heart: such a familiar technique, and he would also do this when he saw Alphard dissecting materials in the basement. The incubus tail seemed to be a precious thing on the market; would it be cut off for research!?
The back of Alphard’s hand was gently poked by the pointed end of the heart-shaped tail. He opened his palm, and that thing lay softly in his hand, wriggling silently, not knowing what it was trying to express.
While the tail was attacking his hand, Brand skillfully touched his penis and straddled him. Incubus didn’t need much foreplay; Alphard was caught off guard every time. “Um… oh…!”
Because of being begged continuously, Alphard reluctantly placed his other hand on Brand’s strong waist, holding him tightly as they rocked back and forth, facing each other.
They were just in a relationship of feeding and providing nourishment. Maybe there were additional layers of identities like debtors and bosses, servants and employers… Alphard clenched his already pale fingers, feeling awkwardly in his heart: if he also embraced Brand and touched him like this, wouldn’t it seem like they were making love?
This guy just wants to eat.
Brand swayed his hips satisfactorily, repeatedly engulfing the beautiful penis that he hadn’t seen for a long time, his love overflowing. He didn’t think much; the only thought in his mind at that moment was — it feels so good!
Having sex with Alphard wasn’t the most intense kind. Although his penis made Brand “fall in love at first sight,” his physical condition was much worse than that of a commoner, hardly ever willing to take the initiative, and Brand almost always led sexual activities… but Brand didn’t mind this much.
Alphard was no different during sex from his usual self; he wouldn’t suddenly turn into some kind of crazy beast due to desire, nor would he show disgust and regret afterward when he regained consciousness. At most, he would have a “shy” face for a while, which reassured Brand.
Brand looked at Alphard beneath him, biting his lips and panting, moaning loudly to describe the feeling of being screwed in his ass. At the same time, his thoughts wandered slowly: if Alphard were to dominate occasionally, he would be more excited than he was being teased now…
However, that scenario would probably only appear in dreams.
Being touched subtly at the base of his tail was already stimulating enough. Brand kept yelling, finally eliciting a firm tug from Alphard: “Ha… could you be quieter…!”
“Uh-huh—! Haha… so exciting… ha ha, do it again…”
Alphard snapped, “Is your brain a leaky sieve? Can’t keep your thoughts inside? They have to slip out of your mouth?”
“But… uh… if I don’t say anything, how would you know?” Brand looked at Alphard in distress.
It wasn’t the first time that Brand’s simple and direct train of thought defeated Alphard. He didn’t mean to say anything, but did he need to clearly shout out all these embarrassing thoughts…?
Amid the conversation, Brand lifted his hips again, teasing the glistening pale flesh stick with his wet and slippery anus, making every moment count. “I just want you to know I’m very comfortable and satisfied. Because I’m not good at guessing things myself…”
“…I know.” Was it necessary to explicitly state the obvious? You could tell by looking at Brand’s hard, dripping tip, right?
Brand grinned sheepishly and chuckled twice, releasing Alphard’s hand from his tail, straightening his body, and placing his hands behind him, his thigh muscles tensing as he began moving up and down with a bold, open squatting posture.
Watching the flesh stick sway up and down, dripping fluids from the tip, and listening to Brand’s short and seductive breaths coming intermittently from his throat, Alphard fell silent for a moment, feeling the heat rising in his lower abdomen. He couldn’t help but shift his gaze away, staring fixedly at the white plate still scattered with crumbs.
But Brand’s momentarily sexy, quiet posture lasted less than a minute. Soon, he skillfully found that spot that hit the sweet spot, arching his back and moaning loudly, his voice so loud it could reach the ceiling.
Alphard’s brain felt like it was shrinking from the noise, but he sadly realized that even so, there seemed to be no sign of him softening; his penis was even harder than before, squeezed tighter by the contracting muscles. He seemed… to have gotten used to it…
In the chaotic pleasure, Alphard closed his eyes, having probably given up struggling against the direction his future was heading. Brand interpreted this move as an emotional expression of Alphard being enraptured by his skills and feeling accomplished as he devoured eagerly.
