Page 20 of Dollface

“Firefly,” I manage out through my shock, watching as he spins, showing off his markings like a critter dancing before its mate. His back is covered in an abundance of bugs, each perfectly needled into his flesh, glowing as if alive and perched upon his skin. “H-how?” He chuckles again, this one different, lacking any warmth or humor.

“Makes you an easy target for hunters if you’re glowing.” His voice is short and crisp, and I know now it’s our creator’s doing. Part of her game, I’m sure.

“I never want to look away,” I breathe out, and I mean it. His beauty is unlike anything I’ve ever seen, and that’s just without the colors. “What do you call this one?” I ask, pointing to the spider tattoo on his thick forearm.

“A spider?” he says in confusion. I chuckle lightly, shaking my head.

“No!” I hiss playfully. “The color, Firefly.” I lower my eyes, picking at my nails as I speak. “I-I don’t know the differences between the colors. I know the names; green, pink, blue—” I stop, wondering if I look the same as my name. “But I don’tknow what name belongs to what color. So, if you don’t mind... which is it?” His cheeks stain slightly, and he almost looks embarrassed as realization hits him.

“Fuck, you really have no idea. How tragic.” He reaches for my hand, gently grasping it as he delicately runs my fingertips over the spider, the design slightly raised on his skin. “That’s red.” His voice is soft as he trails my hand up his thick, powerful arm to his shoulder, a skull sitting there. “Yellow,” to his strong, firm chest where a bird flies. “Purple.” I hear the quickening of his breath as I free my hand from his and travel my fingertips along his body, running them up his neck and back to his face, quietly repeating the colors as he speaks them, learning their meaning. I add my other hand, grazing my thumbs over either side of his mouth with hesitation as I feel the raised skin, my eyes meeting his.

“And this?” I ask, my voice breathy and foreign to me. His eyes seem to be staring directly at my mouth as he swallows before saying, “Green.”Green. I really like this color, more so than the rest. Firefly seems to be covered more in the green than any other.

“Where is the color blue?” I ask, our eyes locking on one another as my own heart slowly begins to pick up pace. He gives me a small laugh as his hand reaches out and gently grabs a lock of my hair.

“I’m looking at it.” He holds the lock in his glowing hand, his own color igniting the hue of mine as I see the color of my hair for the first time.

“I am blue!” I squeal with an almost child-like excitement. “Wow.” I marvel at the strands, twirling them in my hands, the brightness visible only in his light as the rest of me remains dull as before. But in this moment, I don’t care. I am blue, and blue is beautiful. “It’s such a pretty color,” I whisper, mesmerized by it.

“Yes, it is.” My eyes find his again, noticing the tiny flakes of neon green sparkling in his irises. He is beautiful. Before I can process what’s happening, Firefly leans in close as his lips capture mine, my breathing captured by the unexpected moment. His arm presses against my back, forcing me closer as my body begins to melt into his, enjoying my first kiss. It’s gentle at first as he allows me to get used to it, the moment soaked in sweetness. I whimper, pressing my lips against his as his hand holds my jaw and angles me upward before pressing with more force with fingers making me open my mouth. I do as I’m silently told and allow him access as he invades me, and when his tongue meets mine, I gasp and shove away.

“What the...” I look at his cocky smirk as his tongue darts out of his mouth, licking my saliva off his bottom lip. His snake tongue. “So I wasn’t imagining it the other night? A snake?” I breathe out, touching my lips as he chuckles. Surprisingly, I’m not scared or terrified. I am instead, highly and erratically aroused.

“I mean... ” He yanks the side of my dress, pulling me back into his grasp. “I’ve been called that a time or two.” He flashes his tongue through a smile. “I can be your snake if you want, dollface.” The split tip of his tongue wiggles teasingly between his teeth. Something snaps inside as I feel my urges taking control of my body. I reach my hand up, playfully grabbing his dark hair and pulling his face down to mine as I smile.

“I prefer Firefly,” I whisper. His tongue slithers forward, licking the front of teeth. I let out a soft whimper as his hand grips my face, forcing me against his. The aggression and pain from his fingers is almost too pleasurable. His tongue enters my mouth once more, and this time, I welcome it, my tongue wrapping around his, causing him to growl like an animal, deep into my mouth. He presses himself against me, his handsmoving all along my body as I gasp at the feel of his hard cock pressing against my stomach.

“I told you,” he whispers huskily, gripping the underside of my thighs, lifting me as he wraps my legs around his waist. I continue to kiss him, my lips traveling along his glowing skin as he moves, carrying me away. “You get to name me. Just make sure it’s one you’re going to want to be screaming in ecstasy, because I’m not approving of your praises to higher powers when I’m the one delivering your pleasure.” The way my body feels, tangled with his, I’m unable to fully process what he’s saying. I simply wantmore—need more.

I cry out as he presses me roughly against the rock wall of his glowing room, the pain nipping at the feeling between my legs as I call out his name. “Firefly,” I pant, instinctively rolling my hips to grind against him, chasing the growing feeling. “Firefly,” I whisper again, digging my nails into his skin as I follow the mindless urges and bite his ear with my teeth, tugging it roughly.

“Fuuuck!” he groans as his eyes roll back when I grind again. “For a virgin, you sure seem to know what you’re doing.”

“I don’t want to be a virgin,” I admit, and I feel his body stiffen around me. He looks at me, his brows furrowing while looking over me as if trying to catch me in a lie, he won’t though; I’m not lying.

“Doll-”

“Please,” I interrupt, kissing his stunned lips again. “Please, I want this. I wantyou.” I whimper, nipping at his slack jaw. I squeeze my legs around his body, ready to surrender myself to him. The Boogeyman. My Firefly.

“Blue, you don’t know what you’re asking. This is different from our game—” He stops, looking conflicted. I feel a surge of embarrassment run through me, my body loosening its grip.Does he not want me this way?My cheeks burn, giving away my emotions as I lean back against the cold wall.

“Oh,” I manage, my voice small. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to... I just– I should go.” I try to lower my legs, try to move, but his grip becomes steel as he holds me firm, his arms flexing with such raw power. If he wasn’t holding me, I might’ve fallen to my knees right then and there.

“Look at me,” he whispers. I don’t listen to his request, my button eyes focusing on the glowing ground.What color did he say this was? Green?The air is stolen from me as his hand wraps around my throat, forcing my head up. “I said look!” he barks out as I obey. His grip softens as realization hits him. My eyes stare back into his as a wave of sadness washes over me, knowing I’m not what he really wants. Maybe I’m just another game to him.A toy.“I’ve made you sad.” I’m not sure if he’s asking, but I give him a small shake of the head, the best I can manage with his warm hand still firmly around my throat.

“I’m fine,” I muster as he slowly lightens his strength and releases my neck. “Not really sad. I-I’m just embarrassed.” His head cocks to one side as he watches me.

“Why embarrassed?” I give him an awkward smile.

“You just rejected me. Kind of hurts a girl’s feelings, doll or not, especially when I’m wrapped around your waist, offering myself to you.” His face falls, and in the glowing light, I can see his tanned skin pale. It’s an expression I’ve never seen from him before.

“N-No!” he wheezes, partially laughing.Is he embarrassed?“Blue, I am not rejecting you. I just—sex is something you’ve never experienced, and a virgin is something I’ve never experienced. It’s not—” He releases a breath as he hunts for his words. “Pretty girl, I don’t want to hurt you like that.”

“But youdowant to have sex with me?” I ask sheepishly. His laugh is abrupt, startling us both.

“I would think the hard cock pressing against your body would be clue enough, but if you need more,” he purrs. “Yes,dollface, there’s nothing I want more than to lay you down and bury my cock so deep inside you that you’ll be feeling me for days.” I release a shaky breath as I think back to our game and the things we did. I want to do those same things again, and more. I want him to take me and show me everything we could do together. Everything we could be together.

Leaning forward, I capture his bottom lip between mine, sucking and biting until he lets out a feral growl, his hands gripping my waist as a metallic tang coats my tongue. This awakens something deep within me as I reach down and fish into his pocket, attempting to touch him, but instead, I find myself pulling out his dice.

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