Page 31 of Dollface

I don’t fight him as he sprints, slicing through the woods, jumping over rocks and tree roots with ease, as if such a physical task is easy and I weigh nothing. It’s actually impressive,watching him move with such dexterity and proficiency. Plus, I don’t exactly mind the view of watching his ass sway and bounce.

Firefly continues through the woods, the sounds of the Nightmares alerting us that they’re still nearby, closing in like dark menacing shadows. We hit a clearing, open and exposed beneath the vibrant moonlight as he stops and sets me down. “W-what are we doing?” I ask, nervous as monstrous howls and snarls echo through the trees like a cool night breeze.

Firefly grabs my hand, pulling me through the short grass, rocks scattered all around, as if they’ve started to form into tiny mountains of stone. He drags me toward them, dropping my hand as he feels around, searching for something. His hands stop, gripping the rough edge of a large rock, moving it slightly. I watch, enamored by his bulging back muscles as he strains, using all his strength to do so. He jumps around, searching the rocky ground below before sliding his body between the rock and the side of the rough hill. “Firefly?” I whisper, wondering where he’s going.

“Come here,” he calls me, reaching his glowing hand up for me to grab. I try to follow his steps and climb up the large rock, though far less gracefully than him. I approach his side and watch as he slides down an opening in the earth, like a crack you see in the ground. “Dollface...” He motions, reaching out for me to follow. I nod, sitting on my bottom and sucking in my abdomen to slide down into the crack after him. All goes well until my breasts get caught, causing my body to stick halfway out of the ground. My hands grip the sharp edges of the crack, trying to force myself down, but it’s no use. I feel Firefly trying to maneuver me, to pull me through carefully. The howls grow louder, signaling that we need to hurry, panic flooding my veins as I try to pull myself down. Together, we finally free my breasts as I swiftly fall and, thankfully, land on my feet. I exhale, glancing around to find us in a large, damp, dark hole insidethe world. It’s a cave—a secret cave carved within the stomach of Nightmare. Firefly takes my hand, his fingers looping through mine, showing me a soft smile. I return the favor as he begins to lead me toward the back of the dark cave, Firefly’s tattoos lighting the way, consuming the darkness. I notice several tattered hanging fabrics as we pass by, hanging from the top of the cave until we reach the very back.

“What are these?” I asked quietly, touching the ripped edges of the last one as we duck behind it.

“The fabric hides me better, muffling the colors from view,” he answers my question as he sits on the ground, patting next to him. “Sorry, it’s not going to be a comfortable stay. I don't usually have guests with me.”

“So this is yours?” I gesture to the dwelling as I sit on the hard, cold ground beside him. He shrugs, glancing around as the sound of water drips somewhere off in the distance.

“I mean, I found it. Finders keepers, I guess. When I realized no one else was living here or making use of it, I decided to make it a hideout, you know, just in case I was spotted way out here without my suit. I actually have several throughout Nightmare, forgotten places such as this that I can use to wait out the Nightmares. Thankfully, they’ve never found me before.”

Pulling my knees to my chest, I wrap my arms around my legs.

“Have you ever killed one before? The Nightmares?” I ask, my eyes glancing above, listening for any sign of them.

“Many.” He grins, proud of his actions. “I killed one just the other day when I rescued your silly little rat. It was in the form of a large wolf.”

My eyes shoot to Firefly, realizing for the first time just how dangerous he really is. He has killed creations, Nightmares, dolls, and he wants to kill the Creator. He fights Stingy Jackregularly and is always playing games. He turns to peek around the hanging fabric, his neck glowing with such vibrant colors.

“How can something so beautiful be so deadly?” I ask, not realizing I spoke the words aloud. A dark, quiet chuckle escapes him as he rolls his head lazily against the wall until he’s staring at me.

“Pretty girl, you’ll find that most beautiful things in this world are dangerous. The more alluring they are, the deadlier they can be. Beauty is danger. The two cannot exist without the other.” I scoot to his side, eyeing his skin.

“How tragic,” I whisper softly, reaching out my hand as my fingers begin tracing one of his glowing marks, the rough colored scar reaching up his forearm.

“Mmmm... ” His eyes close on his soft moan, and I can’t help but smile softly, enjoying the sound of him as I continue to trace the numerous marks.

“How deadly am I?” I whisper eagerly, causing him to laugh softly, his eyes landing on mine.

“I’ve never met a soul more beautiful or deadly than you, Blue.” My breath hitches at his confession. “You will, without a doubt, be my end.”

“How? W-why?” I stop as his hand grips mine.

“Dollface, I went into a town that wants me dead to retrieve your stuffed rat. I was willing to murder Havoc for you, to rain down pain on all in Nightmare and kill the Spinster for what she did to you. I even left my treehouse to find you, without my suit, knowing I would attract a Nightmare and possibly die. All for you. You, Blue, will be my undoing.”

“Why?” I ask again, moving with him as he positions me to straddle his lap. I continue to trace the markings over his face, feeling the designs along his skin.

“Because I’m not the Boogeyman when I’m with you,” he admits softly. “I’m not thinking of the game or wanting to causepain to everyone I see. I’m not thinking of who to kill or who to fuck over. I—” He stops.

“Who are you then?” I whisper, my fingertips touching the green markings stretching at the corners of his mouth.

“With you? Dollface, when I’m with you,” he leans in close, “I’m Firefly.” I have to force back the sob as my mouth consumes his in a desperate kiss. He groans, gripping the back of my head, deepening the kiss. I feel his forked tongue capture mine as I rock my hips against him, wanting to feel him closer.

“I need to be in you,” he pants, the words almost desperate. I nod and lean back as he pulls his glowing cock out of his pants. I push up on my knees before slowly lowering myself onto him, gasping at the sudden pressure. His eyes roll back as his body shudders in pleasure, arousing me more, knowing I have such an effect on him.

“Firefly,” I whimper as his hands grip my hips to control and maneuver me the way he needs. I like it when he handles me in such a way, taking the lead.

“Blue,” he pants while lifting my dress to see our connected bodies. “Please,” he begs in a painful tone. “I need you. I need to feel more of you, to be deeper inside you. Fuck, I just need you. Please don’t make me wait,” he moans, his hands running along my thighs to my waist as I lean in, pressing my breasts against his chest.

“Tell me what you want,” I whisper while biting his bottom lip. I taste blood, and he groans, leaning into me, his nails digging into my skin.

“Turn around,” he rasps. “Now, get on your hands and knees.” I do as instructed, crawling on my hands and knees, embracing the pain and pressure of the rough cave floor against the countless scrapes and bruises across my body. He lifts the skirt of my dress, pulling my tights down to my knees, gliding his fingers along my now-exposed skin, tracing up toward my wetcenter. I cry out, gasping as his fingers roughly slam into me, causing my body to flex and tighten around them. Before I can do anything, he lowers his mouth to my pussy, his long,snaking tongue pushing inside me. I cry out and fall to my elbows as his grip tightens around my waist, roughly pulling me closer to him while he tongue-fucks me. The sound of heavy footsteps vibrate the roof of the cave, small pieces crumbling onto the floor as I fight against the burning, growing pressure between my legs, his tongue swirling inside, ingesting every ounce of me. The pressure builds, consuming me as my thighs shake, and I scream out, squirting my pleasure into his mouth. He captures it before spitting it over my ass, my pussy throbbing and clenching, begging for more, the various blues and greens of the cave shining through the dull darkness.

“Firef—”

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