Your Arms Are My Cocoon Novels & Stories

I think I finally got the gist of this region of The Flesh. I still have no idea how to kill that tree, but what I know is the liquid from the cocoon is able to heal me, be it severely injured of just a cut. Because of that, I established a safe distance around the perimeter of the cocoon, so if by any chance the tree hurt me, I can heal myself instantly. But that also means my engagement in melee battle is reduced to a great amount. I was fortunate that I learnt how to throw the nail beforehand. It’s either now or never.

I had become accustomed to being in the man's arms, it was the only place where I felt the world couldn't come down and crush me to death. The man's strong muscular arms were my own personal safe haven, no matter where I was or what I was doing, I would always be able to find solace in his embrace.

I felt like I was meant to be there, like his arms were my safe space, and I never wanted him to let go. Danzel Cooper, what did you do to me?

The dream state is amazing – but god, please, please just let me hold you in my real arms. I relent, then, instantly – half for the sad, desperate tone of his words, half because I, too, have been craving this. And so I curl up with my mate, tucking my head beneath his chin, and wrapping my arms around him, even letting my legs tangle up with his beneath the covers.

With a heart brimming with understanding, I welcomed him, allowing him to lay beside me as the world outside carried on, oblivious to our sanctuary of whispers and shared breaths. Nestled in the warm cocoon of darkness, his arms became my haven, enveloping me in a shield of safety that transcended mere physical touch. It was within those arms that my anxieties dissolved, and the outside world's clamor faded to a distant hum. It was as though the night itself conspired to orchestrate these clandestine encounters, weaving its threads of magic to ensure that our souls found their way to each other, even in the stillness of the midnight hour.

The soft glow of a small lamp cast gentle shadows on the fabric walls, enclosing us in a cozy, cocoon-like space. He patted the empty space beside him and smiled. "Come here. You won't be able to sleep under the stars without some cover. It's going to drop below freezing tonight." I obediently settled beside him. The tent was rather snug. As I curled up against him, his arm naturally wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. The warmth radiating from his chest gave me a fleeting sense of security, like he could shield me from the coldness of the world, much like the starry sky above us.

As I wrapped my arms around him, I felt a wave of warmth and familiarity wash over me, erasing the distance and time that had kept us apart. In his embrace, I found solace from the chaos of the world, as if everything else faded into the background and it was just the two of us, suspended in a moment of pure connection. His body pressed against mine, creating an intimate space where I could let go of all pretenses and simply be myself. It was in his arms that I felt truly seen and accepted, with all my flaws and imperfections.

Without a word, he slipped beneath the covers, his warmth enveloping me as he pulled me into his protective embrace. Spoon-like, we fit together, his arms wrapped securely around me. I nestled my head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and it was just the two of us, finding solace and comfort in each other's arms. He seemed to be a peace but I wasn't. The heat that radiated off his body left me hot and wanting more of his closeness. I imagined myself suddenly pouncing on him and kissing him.

My arm is a block of ice now, the cold digging into bone, and still he’s pushing back, trying to seep out. Eos is crying again. I can hear her somewhere behind me, chanting something soft, something meant to hold me here, keep me anchored. My breath comes in ragged pulls. I taste copper. The last of him is almost inside the arm when he leans close—not with a body, but with that lingering echo of his presence—and whispers, “You always were the stronger cage.” And then he’s gone. Contained. The cold doesn’t fade. I fall to my knees, clutching the arm with my other hand, but it doesn’t help. The heat from my body just sinks into it and disappears. My fingers don’t feel like mine anymore.

Not even blinking as she was at the center of the onslaught. Just as she was about to be covered by slime, strong and warm arms engulfed her body like a cocoon. "Close your eyes. They only deserve to see beautiful things." Her face pressed on his chest and instinct, she closed her eyes like she was only waiting for those words to be said.