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Without even expecting him to hear me, I whisper softly, "Ich liebe dich so sehr."
His barely audible reply astounds me on more levels than one.
"Ich dich auch."
Tears fill my eyes and overflow to drip down upon his belly. Herrgott! He has actually said that he loves me!
Something inside me melts and I lose track of everything except intense joy and ever-mounting pleasure. We are synchronized now, the rhythm of those internal spasms that work their magic inside us both running together. In my wildest dreams, never did I imagine such a thing could happen.
Time dissolves into the present moment. Enveloped in this shared experience, I can barely tell where my body ends and his begins. I am moaning and whimpering helplessly in the grip of an overwhelming sense of happiness and peace such as I have never felt before. Oh Gott, it is too much! I cannot contain this overabundance of love. I will surely soon explode into a million quivering pieces and each piece will sing of its incredible joy.
Does this ineffable feeling last for a moment or an hour? I do not know. All I know is that the usual version of reality seeps slowly back into my fevered brain. I must bring all this to a conclusion, before we both drop dead of exhaustion, or too much delight.
I press one surface of the flat end piece of my tail against the tip of Logan’s almost painfully swollen, leaking cock. Nothing more is needed to push him over the edge. I can feel his seed pumping through his penis with the coils of my tail. That is enough to set me off also. Too wrung out to even scream, we both let out a strange choking moan, which could as easily indicate pain as pleasure. I collapse, my upper body on top of him, too weak to move.
As may be expected, Logan recovers before I do.
"Enough, Elf."
"Out?" is my barely audible reply.
"Yes, but take it real easy, huh? It’s gonna hurt."
Out. Yes, it is time. He appears exhausted, both mentally and physically. I am not surprised to realize that I am too. My arms ache, now that I am no longer so wrapped up in the experience. My scored back hurts sharply in a number of places, and blood tickles its way down my spine, clearly from the only partly scabbed tracks of his blades that have been pulled open by my exertions. Yes, it is worth these minor hurts, but this is enough.
I flatten both my palms together tightly and begin to retreat, slowly and carefully. I can see streaks of blood on the backs of my hands, but I know he will heal as soon as the pressure that caused the tears in his sphincter is relieved.
Logan sighs as my hands leave his body. His eyes are closed and he looks peaceful now, more relaxed than he usually appears even in sleep. If I could only make that peace last for him forever! But I know that cannot be. There is too much conflict within his heart, too much barbed wire tangled around his tortured soul. Sadly, such a man is not meant for a life of peace and contentment, either mentally or physically. But I will give him every bit of both whenever I can.
Recalling the sharp pang of loss I felt when his hand had been removed from me, I think perhaps he feels that now. To counter that possibility, I lie face down on top of him, my head on his chest, our bodies stuck together with sweat and our combined cum. It is messy, but strangely right, just at this moment.
His arms wrap around me with a tightness that almost feels like desperation. It hurts the slashes on my back, although I try not to wince.
"Aw, shit! I’m hurtin’ ya," he says as he lets me go. But I do not move off of him. I am too comfortable here. His hand reaches for my head as he smoothes back my hair and looks me in the face.
"I had no idea I could feel something like that, outside of the brief seconds of orgasm. I don’t understand."
"I do not understand how it works either, but – O God! – I surely know how wonderful it feels!" I smile down at him. "And now you know also."
"Can you feel it all the time?"
"You mean vhen we have sex?"
"Yeah."
"Ja, I can, once I become sufficiently aroused."
"But what happens when you come?"
"The same thing that just happened to you: it intensifies about a thousand times."
"Holy Shit." But the way he says it is an expression of awe, not disgust.
"Shit is not holy, mein Freund. Gott is holy. Love is holy. Sex can be holy. But shit –" I shake my head and grin – "No, I do not think that qualifies."
He laughs and pulls my head down against his chest once more. We lie like that in silence until I almost think he has fallen asleep. I do not mind if he has. I am very comfortable here.
But he is not asleep.
"Elf?"
"Ja?"
"Over the last few months, I’ve seen what I could easily become if anything happened to you, and it ain’t pretty. I don’t think I’d be able to subdue the monster that lives inside me anymore. I don’t think I’d have the heart even to try."
"Someday you may have to," I tell him, half wishing it was not necessary to do so. "You have already lived longer than I probably vill. Who knows how long you may be able to renew yourself the vay you can now? You must be prepared to out-live me."
He shakes his head and looks away. "I don’t think I want to."
"But ve do not need to vorry about that just yet, do ve?" I point out. "I am not so very old, and many things can happen that are now unknown to us. No mortal can know the hour of his death until it arrives. God villing, ve have many more years to live, and many more things to do vhile ve are alive, nicht wahr?"
I take a handful of his thick black hair in each hand and turn his face back to me, ready to claim his lips. I realize I am still wearing the heavy rubber gloves and have just smeared Crisco, if nothing worse, into his tangled hair. "Ach du Scheisse!" I exclaim in dismay, pulling off the gloves and tossing them aside.
He laughs and replies to what I have said. "I sincerely hope not, darlin’, or I’m gonna make you wash it off with your tongue."
"You and vhat navy?" I reply saucily.
"Uh – darlin’ –"
"Nein! Do not tell me. I have got it wrong again. Let me guess. ‘Marine’ does not sound right, so it must be ‘army’."
"Got it in one, Elf."
He pulls me down into a kiss, to which I respond with great enthusiasm. When we are finished, his mood is much brighter.
"Yer absolutely right, darlin’. We got lots more to do. But the first thing I suggest is another bath in that new tub ya bought us. You with me?"
"Ja! Jetzt und immer bin ich mit dir, mein Schatz. Jetzt und immer."
Yes! I am with you now and always, my dearest. Now and always.
GERMAN TRANSLATION
Genug! Enough!
mein Schatz my darling/dearest/sweetheart
Zum Teufel! To the Devil!
Danke Thanks
Ja, natürlich. Yes, certainly.
Vas? What?
Verstehst du? Do you understand?
Jawohl, mein Herr Yes, Sir.
Es ist wunderbar, aber auch erschreckend.
It is wonderful, but also terrible.
Gut. Ganz gut. Good. Totally/entirely good.
Verdammt! Damn!/Damn it!
Ich liebe dich so sehr. I love you so much.
Ich dich auch. I love you too. (Literally, I you also, love being understood.)
Herrgott! Lord God!
mein Freund my friend
nicht wahr? Isn’t it?
Ach du Scheisse! Very emphatic version of Oh, shit!
STORY ARC – In Order
Something a Little Different
As the Twig is Bent
Pray for Us Sinners
With Nothing on My Tongue
You Win, Elf
Hell Hath No Fury
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