Author: E.D. Beale

Noemi was trapped—locked in a cold room with only a candle to light the way.  She wrapped her bare arms around her body and bit her lip enough to rip its delicate flesh.  Thoughts of escape flooded her mind in a dizzying whirl, but nothing would help this time.  The bastard would sooner let her rot in the small bedroom than let her flee.

When she felt tears stinging her eyes, she reprimanded herself.  Tears were not going to save her.  It hadn’t in the past and it certainly wouldn’t now that the last straw had been broken.

Slowly, she walked to the vanity and sat in the metal bench before the great mirror.  Any minute Jerold would unlock the door, slink his way into the room, and expect her to share her body with him.

The horrid realization made her sick.

She slammed her hand on the vanity, causing the meticulously placed items to fall and to spill.  Noemi clutched the edges of the table until her knuckles turned white from strain.

“Someone save me…” she whispered hopelessly.

A chill brushed down her back.  The sound of night air rushing caught her attention.  Slowly, she turned her face towards the large window of the room, finding it open with its sheer white curtains dancing on the chilled wind.  She frowned with confusion.

“Noemi,” a deep, masculine voice whispered.

She gasped, worried that Jerold managed to sneak in without her realizing, but soon she noticed that she was alone.

Nervous now, she turned back to the vanity, hoping to find something heavy just in case.  When she saw herself in the mirror, she saw that her reflection wasn’t alone.  A strange man stood behind her, watching her too closely.

Noemi yelled out, turning quickly with a balled fist that met with no resistance.  She nearly fell out of the seat.

“W-what?” she murmured shakily.

Nothing and no one was there.  No man stood behind her.

She looked back to the mirror very slowly.  He remained there, staring at her with a coy smile on his perfect lips.

“Poor thing,” he said to her, though his mouth never moved. “I don’t mean to confuse you.”

He placed his large, strong hands on her mirror image’s shoulders and she felt the sensual heat of them.  She gasped at the simple, yet arousing touch.  A chuckle rumbled deep within his chest, and that too made her shiver.

“You asked for rescue, and I came to you, my dear.”

“Who are you?” she asked.

His hands moved to her hair, gently bunching it within a loose fist.  He knew exactly what she likes with every touch.  Her body ached for more of his delicious hands on her surprisingly willing flesh.

“I am who you need,” he told her as he slowly bent towards her.  Just before his lips pressed on her shoulder, he whispered “I am a savior for you.”

One of those large hands moved down her body, brushing along her breasts until her nipples harden beneath the thin cloth covering her.  A quiet moan passed through her lips.

“I can be anyone you need me to be,” he continued, his voice a smoldering purr.

Noemi’s head rolled back, meeting no resistance and yet the warmth of another body.  The man’s hot, moist mouth made a trail from her shoulder to her craned neck.

“Is this what you want, Noemi?  Do you wish for me to save you?”

Unable to speak, she simply nodded eagerly.  The man smiled at her and released her from his grasp.  Noemi moaned again, this time in frustration.  He walked through her mirror image.

“Then come with me…”

He placed his hands on the mirror as he stared at her with hungry, beaconing eyes.  She licked her lips as she cautiously lifted her hands.

“Come with me, Noemi…”

What am I doing? she thought to herself. How can I believe in this?  This can’t be real.

A jostling sounded behind the locked door followed by a loud, angry, drunken bellow.  Jerold was coming.  To save herself from savagery she would have to take a chance on something beyond what was real.

She placed her hands on the hard, cold, and uninviting glass.  Soon her fingers were met with inviting warmth.  The glass rippled and the man pulled her closer towards him.  As the locked door opened, Noemi was half way inside a pool of mirror.  Distantly, she heard Jerold calling out in alarm, but all she knew was the welcoming arms of her savior.

La Orden

Author: E.D. Beale

She woke to the smell of fresh, clean sheets and the feel of cool linen wrapped around her body. Cara, still wobbly from her attack, sat up slowly on her elbows as her eyes adjusted to the dark room.

The man with the crystalline eyes was at the foot of the bed, stoking the fire place there. When he noticed that she’d awakened, he stood. Cara squinted to get a better look at him, but with only the flickering orange light of the fire, she could only make out the hint of a bared and muscular torso.

Neither spoke. For the first time in Cara’s life, she had nothing to say, not even a snarky remark. It made her nervous, feeling as though exposed and utterly vulnerable. Plus, she was so overwhelmed by the night’s events…In fact, if the man hadn’t been there, she would have thought it all a dream.

Her pulse quickened at the prospects of it all being in her mind and at the turn it could very well be taking.

The man placed his hands on the edge of the bed, smoothing them across the white cloth. Cara found herself clutching her own end of the sheet and pulling it to her body protectively. It was in that moment that she realized that beneath that thin material, she had nothing else to cover her.

Still the large man said nothing. Leisurely and sensually, he moved onto the bed and began crawling towards her. Cara gasped, partially out of fear, but she couldn’t deny the excitement and eagerness welling within. Still, she pulled the sheet closer to her body as he continued his path.

Soon, he was hanging above her as she sunk into her pillow with eyes wide. His eyes traveled around her pointed face before finding her own. She swallowed hard under his scrutiny, but not to be outdone, she did the same. With him this close, she was more able to see him.

He was beautiful. More beautiful than a man should ever be. Yet, he was so very distinctly male. How was it possible to be beautiful and rugged all at once, she wondered.

The man raised a brow at her as a cocky smile pulled at his lips. He knew that she found him attractive. Cara’s face flushed from embarrassment and a hint of annoyance.

He ignored the blush, favoring her hands clutching the sheet instead. His own hand moved to the edge of it, tracing it with one finger. With that single finger, he pried the material from her hand and began pulling it down her body which now trembled with anticipation. He stopped the moment her breasts were exposed. Using one of his large hands he took a mound of flesh into his hand. She always considered herself to be under average, but she fit perfectly inside of him.

The hand squeezed and teased her, bringing her nipple to a point beneath his calloused palm. The sensation was overwhelmingly delicious. She moaned out softly, arching her back for him. He chuckled at her, a deep, rich sound that stole her breath for a moment.

“Hungry?” he asked.

His voice was as sensual as his chuckle, with an accent she found to be from everywhere and nowhere all at once. Completely indistinguishable and sexy beyond words.

Before she could answer him, his mouth found hers, gently coaxing her to open. She obliged and was rewarded with his tongue slipping between her parted lips. Eagerly, she took him in, savoring the feel of the heat of his mouth. Her tongue danced with his, making her groan with delight. And though it felt as though he were trying to devour her, the man was still oh-so-gentle. Removing his hand from her breast, he touched her face, fingers slid across her face tracing her jaw with his forefinger. Cara’s breath caught. No one had ever treated her like this before. Everyone gave it rough and dirty, but this guy…this guy whoever he was made her feel precious.

Despite the fact that he was easily seducing her without even giving a name…

That realization sobered her somewhat. Granted, she’d always been a wanton sort of woman, but she’d at least always known the guy’s name before in the past. As she looked into those beautiful eyes, she had a very hard time caring. It frightened her.

“What are you?”

She’d meant to say “who,” but considering the overwhelming calm rushing through her, drowning out tempting concerns, she had to wonder what kind of spell he’d woven over her. Even the thought didn’t terrify her which distantly she recognized as a bad sign.

He smiled and it was darkly cocky and all too knowing.

“Just your average ‘bump in the night,’” he told her.

It was good enough for her. She let out a slow, calm breath as his face lowered to hers. The kisses were teasing and coaxing. His silent requests for entry were granted—her mouth opening enough for his tongue to slip within her parted lips. It danced around the depths of her, feasting on what she had to offer. And she more than eagerly offered herself with a long, excited groan.

He shifted until his body rested fully on hers and his hips thrust between her splayed legs. She gasped at the feel of him hard and ready for her. Cara grounded her body into his, his stiffness rubbing places that sent her into delicious spasms from head to toe.

“So eager,” he laughed, “I promise I live up to it.”

He buried his face against her neck and tenderly suckled the skin there. Slowly, gently, and in perfectly timed circles, he brushed the inside of her until convulsions wracked her body. Moments before she let the the waves of pleasure drown her into orgasm, she felt a sharp stab in her neck that had her screaming in ecstasy and pain.

Announcing the Fall Season Contest!

We’re looking for stories dealing with the fall months and holidays.  Give us the sex demons of Halloween, alien basting on Thanksgiving, and wild witch orgies in the changing woods.  Stories must follow the usual submission guidelines.  The top five stories will be a part of the very first Fall Newsletter of WTN!

Enough about that prattle, right?  You want to know what you can win!  Well, we don’t have a lot here, but prizes will be as follows:

1st place: $15

2nd place: $10

3rd place: $5

Stories are due by 10/19 and winners will be announced by 10/30. Winners will be based on votes, so make sure to link to us on your websites, blogs, and social networking sites to get you those points.

Payments will be made by Paypal only.

Note: We’re still waiting for some sensual zombie erotica!

Horror stories are meant to frighten through gruesome and/or supernatural details.  We fully expect stories that will not only excite us, but also make us check under the bed once or twice a night.  However, we want the stories to be as tasteful as a zombie can be!

Examples of what we want in this genre would be

• Invisible lovers with a haunting touch.
• Sex monsters and their sacrifices.
• Demons and devils and the prey they desire.
• …Zombies? (If you can come up with a good zombie erotic fiction, we’ll be very impressed!).

Let your imagination run wild.  Just about anything goes!

The man on the moon is looking for his mate.  Can you help him find her (0r him…or both!)?  Sci-fi can take place in outer space or here in a world like our own, but advanced beyond the today.  Give us your space men, or super sex computers that knows a person’s every whim.

Examples of Sci-fi we’d like to see:

• A fleet of alien prostitutes flying around the universe giving pleasure to those they encounter.
• A post-apocalyptic world where every woman owns at least four men in a harem.
• The invention of sex robots and the implications that would mean for humanity.

The future is out there, now write about it!

Dark fantasy is kind of a blend of horror and traditional fantasy.  What we’re looking for is fantasy, but much grittier.  It shouldn’t be as…well…gruesome as horror is, but not all pixie dust either.

Examples of dark fantasy:

• A group of sex elves capturing poor humans in the woods.
• Witches brewing potions to persuade people to do naughty things.
• A forlorn prince, bored with his betrothed, visits the local fairy mound for some fun.

It’s really up to you!  Give us something to really put our heads in the clouds.

If you have an upcoming piece that is going to be published elsewhere provide:

• a brief synopsis and/or excerpt of your new work.
• a thumbnail of the cover of your book (if applicable).
• a link where your work can be found and/or purchased.

For reviews provide:

• name, author, link to author blog and purchase site.
• your name (just first name is acceptable) and blog.
• your review of the piece.
• your rating of the piece.

That’s all it takes to have to do to be a part of WTN.  Also, if you are interested in having your works reviewed, please let us know through our email or contact form.

The goal of WTN is to explore the dark corners of erotica.  Erotic is a kind of magic–WTN strives to take the magic to a whole new level.  We want witches brewing the perfect man and dark gods rising to power through erotic means.

Our stories will range from a taste of sex to completely heated saturation of desires.  Most carnal delights will be explored.  If you can think it up, we want to know more about it.

The first installment is due out this Halloween (not suprising, really!).  If you are interested in joining the night, check out our submission guidelines.

We look forward to your works.

Happy writing!