روايات وقصص ضمن Fever Dream High In The Quiet Of The Night

~Sienna~ Warm, wet flesh flattens on my pussy, it drags slowly upward and curls. I push back against it, chasing the foreign object before it disappears. “Mmmm….” I arch my back, my eyes squeezing tight. I can’t see anything, it’s so dark, but I don’t want to wake up from this dream. My fingers sinks into the bed, my legs spreads wider. I whimper, I don’t want this to stop. I bite my lips, from screaming loud.

"Poison are you trying to end me?" His lips quirked the barest hint of a smile. "Antibiotics you dummy. The kind you'd refuse if you were conscious enough to be difficult." I wanted to argue. Wanted to remind him I was still his enemy, that this fragile truce changed nothing. But the fever dragged me under before I could form the words, pulling me into dreams where his hands weren't gentle and his eyes didn't hold that terrifying softness. The penthouse was silent except for my ragged breathing when I next woke.

I step off the curb without looking. The air pressure changes. The horn is so loud it goes through my whole chest. I look up. White light. Massive. Close. My body tries to move. My ankle gives out. I go down hard on the wet asphalt. The light is everything. I think: *This isn't how it ends.* Then it does. --- White ceiling. That's the first thing. Not a hospital white. Not that flat, dead color. This is a warm white. Expensive. The kind of ceiling that costs more per square foot than my monthly grocery budget.

wait— "You," she suddenly blurted out. His eyes diverted at her, Evander's expression was still the same and it seems like his ears are getting redder and redder every minute. "Are you sick? why are you so red?" she said and placed her hand on his forehead. But as if she has some sort of virus, Evander suddenly moved away as far as possible. What is his problem? She is just checking whether he has a fever or not. And why move so far? Gwendolyn scanned his whole body to look for anything disturbing him, and her eyes landed on his crotch. Her eyes widen, out of embarrassment she looked away.

Chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. I was sweating. Sheets twisted around my legs. My shirt clung to my back like glue. Heat pooled low in my belly—too real. Like the dream had branded itself into me. I sat up, blinking into the dark. The glow from my clock told me it was just past 3 a.m. The room was silent aside from the soft whir of the fan. I stared at the ceiling for a long, stunned second. Then I whispered into the quiet: “…I’m so fucked.”

Hearing this, I tightened my arms and hugged her tightly. “Don’t be afraid. I am here. Sleep in peace!’ It was unclear whether it was the psychological effect, or if she had encountered something unclean. As soon as Anya falls asleep, she unconsciously dreams of David and her father lying in the hospital bed again. **** The next day, Anya inexplicably had a high fever. She had no strength left in her body and was in a daze. “Anya, why do you feel so hot? Are you running a fever?” I became even more concerned.

(Dante’s Narration) The fever came like an ambush, no less vicious than bullets tearing through flesh. I drifted between waking and oblivion, my body sweating, my chest burning, and always — always — the knowledge that I was not alone. The room pulsed with it. Even when I shut my eyes, I felt him there, an anchor in the storm, breathing steady, stubbornly refusing to leave me. And in the fever, memory bled into dream. The street. The ambush.

I was feeling cold even though the it was really hot and I couldn't stop the feeling that someone else was in the room with me. I released sharp shaky breaths as I reached for my airpords and I resumed my music. It was Save me Slowly by Sodaq. I slowed my breaths as I tried to follow the lyrics. And as I walked closer to the edge of the earth. I need you to save me slowly. Eventually, I drifted off to a deep but not sound sleep. Because it was full of nightmares. Of things I'd rather forget. *********** It was hot. Like really hot.

Maybe it was because I was too tired, or maybe I just needed someone to take control for once, but something about his quiet command was oddly comforting. As sleep started to claim me, I thought I felt a fleeting, cool breeze against my face. Jared’s touch? Maybe. But everything was hazy. My body burned, the heat from my fever becoming unbearable, and my mind began to slip further into a feverish haze. I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but the burning heat in my body became overwhelming, and my vision blurred. The last thing I was aware of was the muffled sound of footsteps approaching my bed. I tried to blink through the fog of delirium, but my eyelids felt heavy, and my body felt too wea

Dawn's first light filtered gray through the blinds by 5:30, painting her sweat-glistened skin in soft hues as the final, shuddering release washed over her—quiet, profound, leaving her curled fetal around the bolster, pussy pulsing contentedly against its warmth. She didn't clean up. Drifting off fully at last, blanket clutched between thighs like a lover, Charlotte dreamed of endless rides, body finally sated for now.