Your Arms Are My Cocoon Romane & Geschichten

He asked in a way that made me wary and I reluctantly nodded my head. “Okay,” He seemed satisfied. I closed my eyes, leaning more into him. My forehead lay on his and I just sighed. It felt like heaven being there. For a second I could just let go. My legs fully wrapped around him, bridging any space that had been left between us. His arms shifted higher, one going to my back where he tightly held me. Any weight I had on me drifted away because he had me, in that second I knew nothing could get to me. I was in his cocoon, feeling so warm, feeling safe, and treasured.

Those who had worked their way out of the novice ranks and were trusted enough to control their own minds wore their facial expressions like masks, barely covering the bubbling mixture of exhilaration and fear which simmered just below the surface of their composure. “You alright?” Ally asked, her skin almost luminous in the pale light. I nodded, not trusting my voice enough to speak out my anxieties. I had helped Morpheus with his armour, marvelling at the gold-plated breast plate which had been engraved with a poppy – the symbol of the Dreamlands. He looked so dashing – like a knight from my wildest dreams – that it was hard to maintain serious about the whole fight... until I remembered t

CIARA A chill ran down my spine, so sharp I instinctively clapped my hand over my ear as he straightened up, a smirk curling his lips. He looked pleased with himself, annoyingly so. My mouth couldn’t help but fall open as I felt the heat flooding into my cheeks, burning all the way down to my collarbone. He wasn’t joking; the intensity of his gaze made that clear. Just like that, I felt a faint, sinking feeling in my stomach, the kind you get right before a rollercoaster drops.

In my mind, he was nothing more than a contemptible dickhead. Yet in this very moment, it defies that thought. The warmth of Justin's embrace enveloped me, a comforting shield against the uncertainties of the world. In his strong arms, I found solace and reassurance—a tangible reminder that I was protected and cherished. The way he held me close spoke volumes, whispering secrets of security and safety that only our hearts could understand. As Justin's arms envelop me, a strange sensation stirs within. It's as if an invisible force within me yearns to forge a deeper connection with him.

The room seemed to fade away, the noise became distant, and all that mattered was that I was safe in his arms. That’s where I am now. Standing with his arms wrapped around me like a shield, his head resting against my shoulder, as if he’s afraid that if he lets go, I’ll disappear. His grip is almost painful, but I don’t care. I feel safe, safer than I’ve felt in a long time. My body is still cold, but the warmth of his embrace is keeping the worst of it at bay.

LYRA I wake up in a cocoon of warmth. The room is still bathed in a soft light, filtered through the curtains, and the silence has that particular density of mornings that do not yet want to rise. His arm surrounds me, heavy and reassuring, his hand resting on my belly, as if he wants to protect this little secret that we already carry together. I lie still for a moment, savoring. His steady breath tickles my neck, his lips brush against my hair. I could stay like this for an eternity.

So this is how I die. With a jagged pull, I am jostled into a strong embrace. Cool scales with a familiar musky smell, rub against my face, their smooth surface damp with salt spray. A heart beats rapidly beneath my ear as muscled arms, impossibly large, hold me tight. Shrouded in darkness once again, I am cocooned in green-hued warmth. Falling. His wings are useless so close to the surface, so we continue to fall together. Like glass shattering, the stones and pillars of the earth breaking around us sound harshly crystalline, his flesh protecting my own as we roll.

His cock still twitches inside me. We lie there together. The handcuffs still bind my wrists. The tub is slick with our combined filth. Our breaths slow in the thick, steamy silence. He reaches back and unlocks the cuffs. Relief rushes sharp through my arms. He pulls me close. His arms become my safe haven. His lips brush my bruised forehead. The intimacy wraps around us like a second skin. The raw connection sinks deep into my soul.

"I'll bring you Richard's head on a platter, little fox. I promise" Roonie whispered hoarsely into her ear, and she buried her wet face in his chest, her temperature so fuçking high. ★ Pearl stayed in his arms for what looks like forever, and like magic, her body temperature started going down. Roonie hugged her tighter, diving his fingers into her dark sleek hair and allowing her to find calmness in his embrace__and his scent.

Allowing my eyes to wonder even closer to me, I feel the bed I was laying on was extremely comfortable, it was as though my body was sinking into a cloud and each area of my body felt held and lulled me into a deeper sleep. As like my other room, the covers were white with the duvet being weighed and only adding onto the security that I felt, it was truly as though I was sat in my own cocoon. The longer I allowed my eyes to wonder and for my body to wake up, I felt something breathing pressed up against my body, with a concerned look, I glance down at my own body and find an arm wrapped around my body pulling me even closer to them, by the tattoos which sat on their skin and the way our fing