Page 16 of Dollface

A groan pushes through my clenched teeth as I absently tug on my hardening cock while staring up at my fluorescent ceiling. The only thing I can think about is the noises she made and the way her body felt. I can’t get them out of my mind. She’s so shy and inexperienced yet yearning to feel and please. The way she put her trust into my hand... Oh if she only knew just how bad of an idea that really is.

“Fuck,” I growl, staring at my painful erection. My cock, like the rest of me, is inked and glowing.A glowing green cock, how fucking marvelous.My entire body is covered in a multitude of fluorescent colors, but my cock just had to be green—not that anyone has complained about the color. I’m large enough and skilled enough to turn potential giggles into gasps and moans relatively quickly.

Would she laugh?I can’t help but wonder how Blue would react if she saw my cock, the glowing green reflecting in her shiny button eyes as it neared her face. I run my fingers over thesharp, tattooed lines that cause the glow while imagining they’re her fingers instead. I release a hiss before gripping my shaft and running my hand up and down. Spitting into my palm, I imagine it’s her fluorescent wetness as I return to my cock, thinking of her perfect tits, that sweet, plump set of lips, and fuck, that other set between her thick thighs where that swollen clit I ache to suck on awaits me.

Her arousal has become a dangerous addiction, taunting me long after I left that night. Fuck, even now, all I want is to destroy that innocent doll. I want to soil her, pull out her deepest, darkest, most depraved desires. I want to see what she’s hiding behind that blush and that virgin shield, and I want to make hermine.

“Fuck, Blue!” I growl out her name, shocking myself as I come harder than I have in a long time. My body shakes with aftershocks as my warm, glowing green cum rolls from my cock and down across my hand. Imagine the color our come could create if mixed; her glowing blue and my neon green, swirling together as it flows from our bodies drenching our skin.

Sighing, I feel the same feeling return that always does since the night I came to the sight of her sleeping, naked and innocent. I need to stop this. I need to stop her. She isn’t just a virgin, but a creation, one that will destroy me if I deviate from the plan, which is precisely what I’m doing, sitting here with my wet cock in hand, obsessing over that doll.

I still clean up and prepare to go out and check on her, to sit outside her window and make sure she’s okay. Because despite me trying my damndest to get her to fall under my spell, I fear I might be falling under hers too.

Pullingmy blade out of one of Stingy Jack’s henchmen, I let them drop to the ground beside the sign to the taxidermy house Blue resides in. I knew it would only be a matter of time before that skeletal fucker figured out not only that Blue had survived out here in Nightmare, but where she was hiding out.

I leave the henchmen's body to head toward my tree, making a mental note to have Havoc dispose of it later. Last thing any of us need is Stingy Jack finding it just outside Blue’s home.

I jump up the branches and nearly stumble off when I reach Blue’s window, taken back by what I see. The window is open, which it never is, and her usuallysomewhat-clean room is now a disaster. Furs, blankets, and papers are thrown everywhere, the smaller furniture tossed upside down, as if someone rummaged through the place. My heart pounds in my chest as I climb in and look for any sign of her. My thoughts are scrambled, and I feel anxiety and a sense of dread wash over me as I try to piece together what happened. I try to slow my breathing so I can hear better. Even though my mask slightly muffles everything, I can hear her soft cries. The sound grabs my attention as I race out of the room and into the dark, musty hallway.

“Blue?” I call out, doing a piss-poor job hiding the anxiety I feel.What happened? Was that fucker I killed a lookout? Does someone have her? Are they hurting her?Where is she?Spiderwebs kiss the eyes of my mask causing me to swat them aside as I frantically search for her.I need her alive.Rage fills me as I start kicking doors, looking for her. “Dollface! Talk to me!” I roar through the house, desperately trying to locate her.

“In here,” her muffled voice breaks from the opposite end of the hall. I turn around and rush to the other side of the hall, forcing open door after door until I come to the last. I whip open the door to what appears to be a small office. The room is dusty, torn apart, and filled with silence—minus a faint sniffling. My eyes desperately search the room as something moving catches my attention. I look to see her tiny blue fingers wiggling from under the desk.There you are.I run over, dropping to my knees as I reach her.

“What happened?” I pant out, stunned by the amount of relief flooding me when I see her look up at me. She’s safe and appears not to be injured.

“Firefly! Someone stole him!” she wails, falling into my chest, her body leaning against me as her fresh tears seep through the burlap.What should I do?She buries herself deeper into my itchy suit, her cheeks reddening from the rough material as I sit, stunned and slightly aroused by her touching me. The smell of her sweet scent chokes me as I freeze, unsure of what to do.Do I... do I pat her?

“Stole who?” I ask, hesitating before smacking her back repeatedly.This can’t be right.There is no way this is comforting her.I feel so out of my element, and I suddenly find myself wishing there were someone here I needed to handle. Handling is something I’m good at—great at. But patting a sobbing woman’s back? Yeah, I’d rather have a knife set on fire and rammed up into my dickhole than deal with this.

“Ow.” She winces, pushing my hand off her before burrowing herself further into my chest.Okay, back pats are out, but it did get her to move closer to me.My dick is definitely calling that a win.“Mr. Whiskers. Someone came in here and stole my journalandMr. Whiskers.” She starts sobbing again, and I feel my skin crawl with an immensely uncomfortable feeling. Seriously, there are men out there who can wrap their arms around a distressedwoman and say all the right things. I currently want to put my palm in her face and shove her away.

“You gotta stop doing that,” I almost plead with her as she continues to press into me, almost knocking me over.

“Doing what?” she says between her sniffles.

“That.” I point to her pouty face. “I’m about to break something in half if I have to keep listening to it, and I can’t explain why.” Her upper lip curls downward as she glares at me.

“I didn’t ask you to come here. This ismyhome. I can mourn the loss of my friend in my home if I want. I don’t go to the rock you live under and tell you to stop being all dark and broody.” Her sharp tongue is enough to cause a feeling I’m far too familiar with to stir in my pants.Feisty.

“Okay,” I sigh, trying to remain in control of my dick. “Who isMr. Whiskers?” Her full bottom lip begins to quiver, and fucking God I’m going to jump out of the window behind me if she doesn’t stop.

“He’s... my only friend, besides Havoc, and now,” she sniffles. “He’s gone. My little mouse!” She sobs, and it hits me.Little mouse? Wait... is she crying over the fucking rat?

“The dead rat?” I question, and she rears back as if I hit her.

“Rat? God, you’re such an insensitive asshole!” She shoves my chest with a large huff. I move back, pretending as though she moved me but only to give her some satisfaction. I can tell she put her all into that shove. She stands up and marches out of the office, fuming and a complete mess. “I’m so glad you lack every emotion possible! Must be so nice not to care! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go mourn the loss of the closest thing I’ve ever had to family!”God, are all dolls this sensitive?

As she leaves, I sit on the floor and think about what she said.That nasty dead thing is all she has?Fuck, I don’t want them, but I at least have those three fucks at the treehouse. She won’t stop crying...

“Goddamn it,” I huff, realizing what I have to do as I quickly stand, walking out of the room and running down the steps to the front door, slamming it shut. I should’ve never saved her to begin with. Had I not, I wouldn’t now be on a fucking search and rescue mission for a half decayed fucking rodent.What the hell kind of magic is this doll using on me?

“Please!”The grotesque man’s screams are nothing but blurred noise at this point as I slam his face into the fence post, the wood splintering into his flesh as blood stains the air. Gripping the man between my hands, I twist his neck, breaking it and silencing him, breathing heavily from the use of my strength.I’m going to die of heatstroke in this fucking suit!

I stare at the sign at the town’s edge:Welcome Home.The phrase is crudely hand carved into the wooden planks, aged by the countless years of its presence haunting this world. Despite the endless cold night, I’m overheating in my suit, taking off the mask as I try to bring down the anxiety I feel with the feel of the crisp air. As I discard my suit, I feel naked, especially when the ever-present moon shines over me, causing my skin to come alive. The nearby townspeople take notice of my presence, as I knew they would. I’m not known to show myself like this, preferring to sneak along the dark shadows of the world. After all, there’s only one of me, and despite my size and my strength, I’m not a fool to believe I can take on the entire town alone. Especially when I know I'm a beacon for whoever the Spinster is hiding, watching for any sign of me.

And yet, here I am, stepping into the lion’s den fully exposed. What choice do I have, though? I can’t have Blue this upset, I just fucking can’t. I’m pissed off over the fact that I’m this upset, but that doesn’t change the fact that I now have to venture through the town of ghostly, demonic souls and lost creations and find that fucking rat myself. I know Stingy Jack stole it. I know the man I killed earlier at Blue’s home was sent there to tell her where to find that rat, forcing her to travel here, which confuses me. How does Stingy Jack know that rat mattered to her? Blue never took that stupid thing out with her, meaning someone must’ve been watching her in her home. My stomach drops.Us.They must be watching us.I have been so distracted, so consumed with her, that I left us exposed and vulnerable and hadn't seen them. This realization fills me with a new rush of protective anger that again I’m beyond pissed off about.

“I know you’re out here!” I yell into the growing crowd. I hear the murmurs they whisper to themselves, spitting as I step by.Monster, freak, Dreadmoor’s bitch.I ignore them as Stingy Jack walks through the parting crowd, his grin exaggerated by the skeletal ink staining his face.

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