Malachi the Changeling

One of my oldest and dearest favorite stories. Malachi means so much to me and I feel bad I haven't been able to return to him. Maybe I can expand upon his story one day.

Female Reader x Male Monster

Originally Published: October 26th, 2017

For the last few missions that you have been on you have been partnered with a strange man named Malachi. You wouldn’t exactly call him a man either. He was a strange hunched over creature wrapped up in a long rob and scarf. His face is covered by an old, stone mask that looks like a mix of a lion and a fox. All that shows of his body are his hands, which are long and sharp, and his legs. They were backwards like an animal’s. His feet were massive and taloned. Whatever he was hiding under all those layers must have been a real sight.

For whatever reason you’ve been working with him. Your crew leader seems to think the two of you make a decent pair. To be honest though, you would admit you didn’t trust Malachi. You never trusted anyone who wore a mask. He was efficient though, you couldn’t deny that. He walked quieter than a cat on snow. He hunted like one two. He crouched low to the ground. His feet and palms firmly spread. You sometimes heard guttural noises from him but you had to remind yourself to focus on task at hand.

Lately you’ve been dealing with scouting missions and hunts. Not that you’re complaining. At least it isn’t the dungeon runs anymore that used to plague your days. You could only handle so many mimics before you cut your own tongue out.

This new mission had you and Malachi searching for a wild boar on the outskirts of a small village. It had been running wild and causing a lot of damage. It even had killed an Orc in the square the day before and gored another. The wife of the gored orc, a girl named Meggie, hired you and your crew to kill it. So your boss, once again, sent you and Malachi.

You arrive at the village and Meggie sets you up in the local tavern for the night. “How’s your husband?” You ask.

Meggie looks tired and as pissed as a hornet. “He’s fine,” she huffs. She runs her fingers through her tangled mess of hair. “He insists worse has happened.” She shakes her head.

“Thank you for putting us up,” Malachi murmurs. HIs voice always like a low whisper.

“Just kill the fucker,” Meggie growls. “Let me get some sleep before I go out there and kill it.” She crosses her arms against her chest. “You’d think, out of all these people and orcs, someone could kill that monster.” She glances back up at you. “Get some sleep. I’ll feed you in the morning.”

“You really don’t have to do that,” you reply.

“No,” Meggie sighs. “I do.” She smiles before she leaves, shutting the door behind her.

“She’s exhausted,” Malachi observes.

“That’s putting it gently,” you say as you claim a bed and open up your pack.

Malachi sits down on his bed and looks down at his hands. THis is the first time the two of you have shared such close chambers. It’s a fact you’re trying to ignore. You don’t desire to know Malachi’s habits.

“We should discuss what to do,” Malachi murmurs. “Form our plan of attack.”

“Ok,” you set your things aside and look up at him. “Considering this one has  ahead count. I wouldn’t mind having a few attack plans lined up.”

You notice that when Malachi is excited, he bounces the pads of his fingertips together. He does this now.

“I want you to take the bow,” he says. “You should go up high.”

“I’m better with the spear,” you argue.

“Yes, but you’d be more effective with the bow.”

Your eyes widen. Your lip curls up and you lean towards him. “You should go up then. You’re faster than I am.”

He shakes his head. “I should be on the ground with the long range items.”

“Why do you get to do what you want to do?” You snap.

“Don’t get angry, I’m only trying to figure out an attack strategy I feel safe with.” He holds his hand out and exposes his palm to you. “I feel safer with you taking the bow and arrows. I feel safer using the spear and swords.”

Your eyes dart over his mask, wondering if he has any eyes under there. “Safer?” You ask.

“I’d be worried if you were on the ground,” he replies holding his hand up. “I wouldn’t be focused on myself.”

“You don’t need to worry about me,” you scoff. You’ve always had to take care of yourself before. It was always every man for himself on missions. That was what you liked about this crew. You aren’t really prepared to handle someone actually caring for your wellbeing.

“I know you can,” Malachi tilts his head. His long neck makes him nearly upside down. “But this misshapen heart of mine doesn’t.” He touches his palm to his chest. “You can take offense to me if you want. You’re skilled enough for those feelings to be justified. I just ask you take this strategy. Just once sway.”

You look down at your hands and sigh. “Malachi,” you take a deep breath. “You know I don’t trust you right?”

He tilts his head the other way. “No?” He asks. “Even after all we’ve done together, you still have no trust in me?”

You frown. “Listen, if I were to work with anyone it would be you. I just don’t know what you’re thinking. I can’t read you at all. You keep your body covered. You wear a mask! I don’t know who you are, Malachi. I can look at others in the crew and know them. It’s hard to trust someone you’ve never really met.”

“I choose my coverage so people will trust me.” Malachi lays his hand to his chest again. “I am not a pretty thing like you are.”

You knocked back. You aren’t prepared to be called pretty, let alone from Malachi. “Excuse me?” You gasp.

“I’m quite frightening,” he replies. “Grotesque. Abomination. Just some things I’ve heard when I am not covered. A pretty thing like you would never agree to work with me again.”

“Why are you calling me pretty?” You snap.

He shrugs. “Because you are. Is it wrong of me to compliment you?”

Your face is hot and you shake your head. “No. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Deserving compliments are rare. So I understand. So, before we retire to bed. Will you agree to my idea?”

You huff and nod. “Fine. For one day only,” you insist. “The next day we switch. I don’t care what your…misshapen heart says.”

“Agreed. I’m glad we could come to an understanding. Good night.” He lays down on the bed and goes unsettlingly still.

You grimace down at him then shake your head. You scoff and undress, stripping down to your tunic. You tuck into bed and close your eyes.

In the morning Meggie provides you both a large breakfast. She seems a bit better than the day before. Perhaps having you in the village gave her some peace of mind. She still had the energy of a kicked wasp nest though.

“A friend of ours provided some extra weaponary. He’s been working putting traps all over the woods for the past few days. So if you see any red flags, that’s a trap.”

“Thank you,” Malachi replies.

You watch him close. You’ve never seen him eat.You know he does, he keeps a rucksack full of food in his pack. He usually eats when he thinks he’s alone and hidden. Now, he has to eat. He can’t offend Meggie.

He pulls down his scarf like a hood over his face and he lays his mask on the table. The scarf hangs before his face, shadowing him and keeping his modesty in tack. He pushes food inside and pulls out clean and stripped bones.

“That’s a skill,” you remark.

He flinches and then shudders. “Don’t watch.”

“I’m sorry if you’re so fascinating.” You turn back to your plate.

“Oh,” he murmurs. “This is part of not trusting me, isn’t it.”

You shrug. “Kind of. You’re supposed to have meals with your team or partner. You just hide.”

“Yes,” is all Malachi says before he returns to eating.

Once he’s done he places his mask back on and adjusts his wrappings back into place. “I’ll go get your bow ready.” He stands up from the table. “You continue to enjoy your meal.”

You finish and follow after him. He’s checking each arrow and separating them into piles. He glances up at you as you stand before him then he looks back down at the arrows.

“Malachi,” your mouth hangs open for a moment. You sigh and put your hand at the top of his head. “Good luck today.”

“Ah.” Malachi touches the top of his head where you touched then he bounces the pads of his fingers together. “Yes. Of course. Same to you.”

“I’ll be worried for you too,” you grumble, gathering up the arrows.

He turns towards you and reaches out, patting the top of your head. “You shouldn’t. I’m not worried about myself at all.”

You chuckle. “Awful cocky.”

“Not at all,” he replies. “I actually don’t mind if it kills me.” He says this so casually you almost don’t catch it. You almost snap your neck as your turn to look up at him.

“Take to the roofs on this end,” he tells you. I’ll flush him out from the other end.” He then dashes off, leaping towards the woods.

“Malachi!” You shout after him. You cuss loud enough for a woman in her house to yell at you. You take a ladder to the roof and scan the surrounding area. You see Malachi bounding around, causing a commotion.

He didn’t care if he was killed? What did that mean? Was he suicidal all this time? Or was it because he held no regard for his life? Always keeping himself covered. Calling his heart misshapen. Had he joined the crew in hopes of one day dying during duty?

You hear a loud ruckus and turn your attention towards it. You see trees thrashing and shaking. One even falls over. You see the wild boar barreling towards Malachi and you aim your arrow for its skull. You see Malachi hopping and waving his arms. He sees the boar is barreling his way so what is he doing? You then notice a red flag just ahead of him. His hands waving towards it. Hanging in the tree were several small bombs. You aim for the bombs. One goes off and ignites the others. The tree flies up from it’s roots right in the path of the boar.

For a moment you hear nothing. All your see is smoke and debris. You then hear the boar scream and squeal.

“No,” you gasp. You can’t see it or Malachi. You don’t know where to shoot. You can’t shoot. “No, no, no.” You try jumping to another rooftop, but you’re blind until the smoke clears. You hear the scream again and then a loud sickening crack. You climb down from the rooftop and race into the woods.

You hear a strange gurgling sound. You aim your arrow, heading towards the sound. The area still full of smoke and dust that you have to rely on your hearing. You hear a moan and a low, squealing whimper. There’s a strange wet sound and as you approach you see a large shadowed figure. The boar is down. But there’s something crouched over top of it.

You step on something and below your foot is Malachi’s stone mask. You look up  and lower your arrow. “Malachi?” You call out.

“No,” Malachi’s voice sounds different. It sounds strange and wet.

You pick up his mask and hold it out. “Are you hurt?” You ask. “The explosion was rather large.”

“Don’t look at me,” he whimpers. “Just leave me here.”

“No,” you throw back at him. “Malachi, I’m not leaving without you.” You hold the mask out to him. “Now tell me, please, are you hurt?”

“Yes,” he whispers. His hand reaches out, it’s covered in red blood and thick, black blood. He takes the mask. “It’d be best if you just finished me off.”

You steel yourself but you can feel the lump in your throat become painful. Your eyes ache and burn. “Never.”

“Anyone but you,” he whispers.

“Only me.” You drop your weapons and head towards him. You find him on the ground by the boar. You notice large chunks missing from the boar’s neck but no blood spilt. You turn away from it and kneel down before Malachi.

“Why?” He whispers.

“Just trust me.” You pat the top of his head.

Moments later a lizard man on horseback comes and helps you get Malachi to the tavern. His name is Jasper and he was the one who set sht traps. He helps you and Malachi then leaves to deal with the now dead boar.

You lock the door and take your medical kit from your bag. “Do you trust me?”

Malachi shudders, grasping his injured side.

“You have to let me tend to the wound,” you say. “Trust me, please. I won’t call you anything or say anything.”

“It isn’t the words that hurt,” he trembles. “It’s the way the eyes change. The way people look at me.”

You hold his hand, squeezing. “Then I’m sorry. But the more I look, the more it will return to normal.”

He squeezes your hand back. “Only you.”

“Good.” You set to work. You remove the cloak and wrappings. Tossin gthe bloody mess aside. You open up his clothing and pull them away from his body. You ignore the strange proportions as you clean the wound.

“You’re lucky,” you look up at him. “It only grazed you. This is nothing like I imagined.”

“It was worse,” he shudders.

You remember the strange wounds on the boar that didn’t bleed. “Yeah well, you’re still damn lucky.”

“Do you mind if I talk?” He asks.

“Not at all,” you look to him. “What is it?”

“I’ve never claimed to be human. I’ve never claimed to be anything at all.” He swallows and takes a weak breath. “I’m a Changeling,” he replies. “Or at least, that’s what my mother told me.”

“Your mother?” You ask as you apply a bandage and wrapping around the wound.

“Yes. Well, not really but she raised me.” His voice was soft and quiet. “She told me that one day, there was a baby in the crib and it wasn’t her’s. Well…she didn’t know what to do. She had thought about leaving it to the church or abandoning it. But then, she thought, she didn’t want anyone to kill it. She didn’t want it to die. She kept me. I wasn’t her child and I wasn’t even a good one at that. But she saved me.” He turns towards you. “She was the only one whose eyes never changed.”

You look up at him. “What happened to her?” You squeeze his hand again.

He sighs. “Like all good things, she simply came to an end.”

“Is that why you said what you did?” You ask.

“Partly,” he murmurs. “I also don’t much care for myself. No one would miss me. In fact it’d be better for everyone.”

“Is that what your mother would want to hear?” You squeeze his hand extra hard. “After that story, I would think that more than anybody you would want to live! She could have left you to die but she instead kept you alive. More than that she even loved you! Don’t you consider ending it spitting in her face?”

He chuckles. “Wow. You sound like her.”

He sigh and stands up, tucking a blanket around him. “Rest up. You need it.”

He raises his hand and puts it over the mask. “Only you,” he murmurs.

“You don’t have to.” You put your hand over his.

“You’ve come this far.” He shrugs then pulls away the wrappings and the mask. Underneath you see rows of dark green eyes. A flat nose, but now mouth. On his neck is a slit and a long tongue hangs out then slithers back inside.

You sigh. “Oh thank god,” you sigh.

All the eyes widen. “Thank god?” He asks.

You cover your mouth and begin to laugh. “I was afraid you’d look like a spider!” You cackle and wave your face. “I hate spiders!”

He stares at you in disbelief, his shoulders slouching and his head tilted. “Well,” he laughs.

You turn to him and smirk. “This ain’t so bad in comparison.”

He reaches out and touches your cheek. “Same eyes.” The mouth on his neck spreads into a smile. “I’m glad.”

You touch his hand and nuzzle to his palm. “Get some sleep.” You tuck him back in. “I’ll take care of the aftermath. Promise me you’ll get some sleep.”

“I’ll try.”

You nod and turn to the door. You glance over your shoulder once and when he becomes unsettlingly still you leave.

Over the next few days you deal with the aftermath of the explosion and the boar. The town decides to take the meat from the boar and serve it up during a town wide feast to celebrate. Meanwhile, you tend to Malachi on your own. No one is allowed to come into the tavern room you share. He gets better rather fast, but he’s still weak and easily tired.

“I keep expecting to wake and see your eyes have changed,” he admits. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you say as you change the bandage. Under it you see a nice pink scar. You run your fingers over. “Does this hurt?”

“A little tender.”

You clean it up and toss the bandages away. “Then no more of these.”

He sighs in relief. “They were uncomfortable.”

You smile. “How are you feelings today?”

“Stronger,” he says as he wraps a robe around himself. “I don’t mean to be a bother to you. I’ll be back to myself by the time we leave.”

“You don’t have to push yourself.” You pour him a cup of tea and hold it up. “Enjoy the rest and the quiet.”

His long tongue drops from his neck and swirls in the teacup. “I am enjoying have you here. I like being close to you.”

Your heart hammers. “Malachi-”

“I know. I know. I promise, I’ll be professional from here on out. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No,” you chuckle. “It’s quite the opposite.” You take his hand and lace your fingers with his. “I like being with you too.”

“Oh?” He bounces the pads of his fingers against yours. “You do? Even with this whole mess?” He waves his freehand around his head.

“Is it weird if I say because of that especially?”

“Yeah!” He scoffs and sets his tea aside. “You said you didn’t trust me. Now suddenly this?”

You blush and look down at your hand. “Sorry if it seems weird. I do really like you, Malachi.”

He touches your cheek and you kiss his palm. “Let’s stay here a little longer,” you whisper. “Before we have to head back.”

He dips his head down and nuzzles his cheek to yours. “I would like that very much.” He places his hands on your shoulders. The mouth on his throat kisses your forehead and you gasp.

Malachi steps back. “Too much?”

Your cheeks are flushed and warm. You shake your head. “Just unexpected. Like always with you.”

He dips down and kisses your forehead again. “If we can, let’s try to find a better place to stay. The tavern gets loud at night. And since the singer left I don’t think the entertainment has been anything but lackluster.”

You laugh, “I can go ask Meggie if she knows of any place. Not to mention people around here see us as heroes.” You pour him another cup of tea and push towards him a tin of cookies. “I’ll be back.”

“Be safe,” he replies as he picks up the tin.

Meggie tells you there are some cabins for sale on the outskirts that had been damaged by the boar. “Once Max heals up, he’d be more than happy to repair it. Right now, buying is cheaper than renting anywhere.”

“I don’t know if buying would be best for me right now.”

Meggie shrugs. “Even if you travel a lot, you always have somewhere to go. You and Malachi have gotten close. I figured you would want to be alone with him more.”

Your face burns bright red and Meggie busts out laughing. “I knew it!”

You wave your hand up and scowl. “Hush,” you grunt.

“I knew from the moment you two walked into town. You had a thing for him from the start.” She slaps your back and knocked off guard.

“No I…” You slouch. Wondering if you not trusting Malachi was because you had feelings for him. You’d never felt a connection to anyone like you did with Malachi. It set you on edge. You used his coverings as your own mask. “Oh…I did,” you whisper.

Meggie is grinning and bouncing. She starts going on about how she and Max met but your mind is elsewhere. You look at the bag of gold on your hip and consider your options. Meggie takes you to the cabins and you buy one from the owner. You then have just enough left over to buy Malachi new clothes and wrappings.

When you come back Malachi has finished the tin of cookies and it looks licked clean. “You were a long time,” he says. He grunts as he gets up from the bed. “Is everything ok?”

“I bought a cabin,” you reply.

“Bought?” His eyes glow.

“For us,” you murmur. You reach out and take his hand. “If you want it to be.”

He lowers down, nuzzling to your cheek and then you tilt your head. You kiss his cheek. You touch the lips on his neck and kiss them. Malachi whimpers softly.

“They’re squishy,” you giggle. You kiss him again and wrap around arms around him.

Malachi kisses back, his hands wrapping around your waist. He pulls back for a moment, his tongue darting over his lips. “Ok,” he takes a breath. “Ok so, you bought us a home?”

You beam up at him. “Yeah. It’s a little damaged from the boar, but Meggie said Max could help us with repairs once he’s better. It’s got everything we need for now. I know this may seem strange but I realized that…I love you Malachi.”

Malachi’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs open. “That is strange,” he murmurs. He touched your face and pushes a loose hair away from your eyes. “Because I love you too.”

You beam and throw your arms around him, kissing him again. He grunts and pushes you back. “Not here, not here, darling,” he swallows. “Let’s go home.”

You pack up and help him get dressed. You wrap him up and hand him his mask. You take his hand and lead him to the cabin you purchased. It was on a stream and not far from you lived Jasper and his wife in the old wheel house.

“It could use a cleaning, that’s for sure,” you sigh.

Malachi squeezes your hand. “Thank you,” he whispers. “This means the world to me.”

You turn to him and stretch your arm up to touch his face. “Are you ok? That was a long walk.”

“I don’t care.” He lowers down and your fingers brush against his lips. He kisses each fingertip then tilts your chin up. “I’ll start us a fire,” he murmurs into your ear. Every hair on your body stands on end and you hold your breath. “If you like, go get comfortable.”

“Malachi,” you whisper and he presses a firm kiss to your lips. Your speechless for a moment as he moves about, gathering logs and setting them in the fireplace.

You go to the bedroom and shake out the bed. You toss the dust covered sheet on top aside. You take off your boots and leggings and belt. You sit on the bed in your tunic and fidget. You’re not exactly sure how this is supposed to go. Sure, you’ve had sex before but this was a whole other monster. Also, it was with a monster, but not the point.

Malachi steps into the room and your heart starts flip flopping. His takes off his masks and wrappings, laying them over a chair. He looks at you and you have to remember to breathe.

“Are you nervous?” He asks as he crawls onto the bed.

“A little.” You touch his leg and pet up it. “You?”

“I’ve never done this before. You’ll have to teach me.” He kisses you and pushes you down onto the bed. His hands roam over your body but he seems to enjoy your sides and hips the most. You take his hand and guide it between your thighs.

He moans and meets your eyes. “And you said I was squishy.”

You choke back a laugh. “That’s where uhm-” you blush and look away.

“I know,” he murmurs. He moves his fingers, tracing your lips and tapping to your clit. You whimper and open your legs a little more. He eases a long finger inside and he moans. His voice growing louder than you’ve ever heard him.

“Malachi,” you whimper.

“It’s so warm,” he murmurs. He looks up at you. “I don’t want to disappoint. Tell me what you want.”

You blush more and bite your lip. “That’s embarassing!”

“No it isn’t. Wanting to please and be pleased with the person you love. It shouldn’t be.” Even in sex his voice was still matter of fact. “Let me know everything.”

You swallow and roll your hips. “Your finger…move it more.”

He does so. He pushes deep and then pulls out. He wiggles his finger inside and crooks it. Your breath begins to pitch. Your body growing warmer and warmer with his machinations. A long moan is drawn from your lips and he pulls his finger out.

“Why did you stop?” You whimper.

His mouth is hanging open and he’s drooling. Fat globs of it fall out and splash on your belly and thighs. You touch his neck and chest, pressing kisses all over him. “Now tell me.”

He groans, his voice loud again. “What you’re doing is good.”

You giggle and kiss more, nipping his neck and sucking. He whimpers and doubles over, pushing you back onto the bed. He catches his breath, pressing his finger over your lips. You wriggle and wrap your legs around his waist.

“Malachi,” you whimper. “I want you inside now.”

He growls, a low rumble in his chest. He’s breathing hard. His tongue licks your cheek and neck. “Give me a moment,” he pants.

You kiss his neck and chest. You feel something rub against it. It presses against your rear and slides up your thigh. It feels slick and hot. It’s covered in ridges and bumps. You sit up and take it into your hand. You stroke it and Malachi trembles and moans.

“Very impressive,” you murmur against his neck. You look over it for a moment before Malachi pushes you back down onto the bed. It was long and thick with a strange curved shape. It was bright red at the base, fading into a dark purple at the head. At the base was a thick knot.

He kisses you. His tongue swirling around inside your mouth and twisting around your tongue. He rubs himself to your folds, grunting and moaning. His voice growing even louder. He snarls, biting your cheek and neck with the top mouth, the one full of teeth. The other mouth lets the tongue hang out and lick you all over.

“Malachi,” you touch his cheek. “Calm down,” you whisper. “Take your time, relax.” You smile at him. “Look at me.”

He swallows and his breath shudders. “Sorry. I got a little overwhelmed.”

You take his cock and guide him into place. He stretches your entrance and you bite your lip. Your excitement builds as he eases inside. The bumps and ridges along the shaft rub against you, adding to your pleasure. You can feel him all the way deep inside. Pressing a hand to your mound you can feel him bulging inside.

A long, creamy groan pulls from Malachi’s lips.

You pet down his back and press your hands to his rear. “Move slow,” you whisper. “Take your time.”

He rolls his hips, grinding inside you. You moan, wondering if there is a spot he can’t reach. He pulls out and pushes back inside. His pulls back enough to watch himself. His eyes are wide while he watches you take him. His mouth hangs open, drooling more as he pushes deep inside you.

“Faster, if you want,” you moan. You’re ready for more.

He grunts and he lifts your hips, setting your rear against his lap. He arches his back and begins to thrust hard and deep inside. You cry out, gripping to the sheets as he drives inside you. He pulses and you shudder. He snarls and grunts with abandon. You’re glad you left the tavern because he’s loud enough to shake the rafters.

He pulls out of you and before you can whimper he has you flipped over. He lifts your rear and pulls you back, planting himself firmly into place. You tremble and buck backwards. You feel him trying to press deeper and you realize he’s trying to plant his knot.

“Malachi!” You moan. His drool splashes down your back. “Please,” you beg.

He snarls, his hands holding your rear and opening you wide. He pushes himself into place, the knot locking him in tight. You wail into the pillow, feeling a surge rock through every nerve.

He leans over top of you, breathing hard and shuddering. “If I move anymore I’ll be done.”

You look back at him. “Then move.”

He growls, kissing you and pushing his tongue between your lips. He grunts as he pushes in then jerks back. His knot keeps him firmly in place but the ridges and bumps create a friction inside that’s too good for words.

You moan into his mouth and with another thrust you feel his seed spill inside you. It’s thick and sticky and it won’t stop. He bucks and jerks you, his hips moving in a primal way. Every thrust a gush and another wave of pleasure for you. You’ve lost your voice, but your body does all the talking. You squeeze tight around him and jerk. Your body spasms and your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Once his knot pops out and he removes himself you collpase limp onto the bed. He turns you so that your legs are over the edge. His load begins to seep out, but it’s thick and tacky like cold syrup. You sigh in the afterglow, waiting for a kiss. Instead he kneels between your legs and pushes his tongue inside you.

“Ah!” You’re unprepared. “Malachi?”

He slurps below you, his mouth cupping your mound as he sucks and licks his mess from inside. He licks you clean and makes you shudder and jerk all over again. You get your kiss but it takes you a moment to realize it.

“Malachi?” You whimper.

He kisses your hand and nuzzles to your cheek. “Did I hurt you? You got so quiet.”

“No, no,” you moan. “It felt so good.”

“Really?” His eyes light up. “I thought for sure it was too much.” He pets your cheek.

You shake your head and laugh. “It was but…it was the good kind.” You cuddle against him, laying your head on his chest. “And you?”

“I’ve never felt like that,” he whispers. His voice finally back to normal. “I felt strong and powerful but weak and vulnerable at the same time. I felt like the only thing that existed was us. All my senses were engulfed by you. I’ve never felt that before. I never wanted it to end.” He laughs to himself. “I’ve never felt so alive.”

You kiss his chest and close your eyes. “I love you.”

He kisses the top of your head. “I love you too.” He holds you tight. “Thank you for giving me this feeling.”

“Same to you,” you murmur. He goes still and you begin to drift to sleep with him.