Wet Nights Novels & Stories

The city of Virelin was a neon-tinted paradise at night, a place where secrets wore heels and desire slipped behind masks. The annual Masquerade of Shadows wasn’t just a party it was an invitation into fantasy. A place where hidden kinks found form and voices of restraint were muted by the pounding bass and champagne bubbles.

I make a quick trip deeper into the woods and work out the kinks in my legs. When I come back, I steal a sip of Nia’s whiskey to warm my chest. She stirs in silence. I set the glass on the frosted ground and shove my hands up my jacket sleeves to warm my fingers. It’s a new moon, and the smattering of late November stars fade as we get closer to sunrise. Beyond the fire, black walnut trees loom high overhead, punctuating the stillness of the night with a jarring thump each time the wind knocks an overripe nut free from its moorings.

Adam Lewiston The night was cold, and the dimness of my office mirrored the stormy clouds swirling angrily outside my glass wall. I stared into the tempest, watching the relentless rain cascade from the sky, accompanied by the loud reverberations of thunder and the ominous flashes of lightning that painted the dark landscape. It was a night that beckoned for warmth, yet instead, I took a long, measured sip of my whiskey, its amber liquid calming my thoughts as I glanced at my gold wristwatch.

~EMBER The heavy, humid night air was slowly bleeding into the pale, hazy violet of the dawn, but the exhaustion settling over our bones felt like heavy lead weights pulling us straight down into the earth. After hours of continuous, chaotic playing and screaming in the glowing blue waters of the pool, the high-energy momentum of the all-night party had finally ground to an absolute halt even though the music was still playing loudly. A lot of my other friends had left since 5am.

“Squirt on my face. I want to feel you lose it. Soak me.” The order lands hotter than it should. He drove his two fingers deeper, then worked a third inside, stretching me open while his tongue shoves and pushes against the stretched rim, licking around his own knuckles. Every thrust of those fingers forced more wetness out of me and he lapped it up like it was the only thing keeping him alive. I rock against his mouth, riding the pressure, and when he curled all three fingers and sucked my clit at the same time the moan ripped out of me again, louder this time, shocked and raw.

The door swung shut behind them and the sound of the hallway disappeared. The Wet Room was different. Brighter. White tile from floor to ceiling, wet with condensation. A wide bench in the center, padded with vinyl. Shower heads on the walls. A full-length mirror on one side. The air was heavy and damp and smelled like soap and sex. They were alone.

Back in the Nightstorm pack, the floors are always cold and I am never allowed to use the water inside the house. I always have to wait for the sky to open up and rain just to wash the dirt off my skin. Sometimes I sneak into the shed when everyone is sleeping and I count to five while the cold water hits me, because if I stay longer they will hear me and beat me until I can't walk. The memory of the rain feels like ice on my soul and I sit in the hot bubbles while the steam fills the air. My eyes start to sting while I sit there and the water feels too hot, but I squeeze my lids shut.

“But I’m not letting you sleep without coming on my tongue at least once more tonight.” Ava whimpered as he slid down her body again, settling between her thighs with renewed hunger. The night was far from over. And the storm had only just begun.

Rain hammered the rooftops of Highcrest City, drumming against steel and glass like an impatient heartbeat. Water streamed down towering buildings etched with glowing runes remnants of the old magic that still pulsed beneath the city’s modern skin. Neon signs flickered in defiance of the storm, splashing restless blues and reds across the slick pavement below. Highcrest never slept. It only watched. And tonight, it watched him.

‘Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping, I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night.’ Listening to the soft, loving voice, Nox finally stopped fighting his tiredness. “Goodnight, my love.”