7. Blue

Chapter 7

Blue

The never-ending night is always dark,

Vibrant beams of the moon my only light.

It guides my feet and reveals my true path,

Carrying me deep through the cold, dark woods.

The world is dark and full of shadows,

Lacking the palette of any true life.

My curiosity grows with each step,

Increasing, much like the beat of my heart.

Where shall these woods lead me, I do not know,

But something draws me into the unknown.

M y fingertips brush delicately over the various grayscale flowers, their beauty matching the dull color of my skin, blending into the colorless world around me. The sound of twigs breaking catches me off guard as I turn to face him, my Firefly.

"You seem lost, Doll face." His muffled voice slithers through the thick burlap mask he always wears, concealing his beautiful inked face from our creator and her little play things. It's frustrating because he's so magnificent to look at.

"Not lost," I sigh, sliding my platform shoe against the dry dirt, shifting my weight. "Just passing the endless time." Truthfully, I long to see the world come to life again, the colors burned into my mind as I ached to relive that sensation. How was it even possible? I stroked the dried petal, wondering what color it really is.

He tilts his head, watching me. "If you're so bored," he begins while stepping closer, closing the distance between. His covered hand gently tips my chin up towards him as the moon burns bright behind his silhouette. "We could..." He leans close, close enough his face could touch mine as it burns with the proximity. "Play another game." Game . My eyes sparkle at the word.

I can almost hear his lips curling into a smile. A game doesn't sound too unappealing, especially with him. My face heats at the memories of our last game. What harm could a little fun be? I nod, silently answering him as he slowly removes his hand and leans close, his mask scraping the skin of my cheek as he whispers into my ear.

"Then I suggest you run." His words send a wave of warmth through my body, my skin prickling at the touch of his breath against my ear. Run? What game are we playing now? Hide and seek? I jolt back, stepping away as he watches me.

"1..." he begins to count, "2..." An extreme rush of excitement washes over me as I watch him, standing there in his suit, slightly tilting his head.

I turn on my heel, bolting into the dark woods, excitement and adrenaline burning within me. I can't help but smile, the cold air scratching my face as I race through the trees. His counting slowly fades away as the sound of the nightlife grows and plays around me, mixing with the immense sound of my rapidly beating heart. I need to find a hiding spot, fast.

I continue to run, enjoying the odd sense of freedom I feel as I sprint deeper into the woods, frantically searching the darkness for a spot to hide when my eyes land on a structure off in the distance. It's like a house, but smaller, abandoned and old, as if decaying for centuries, forgotten way out here. A treehouse, possibly? Something about it calls to me, enticing me to stop and stare despite needing to keep running.

"8..." His voice carries with the wind, inching closer with each second. He's so close . I glance back in the direction of the treehouse and swallow hard, hesitating before stalking nearer. "I'm coming for you, Blue," he sings in a tone that sets fire to my core. If I didn't love the thrill of games so much, I'd just let him find me... but I want to win. Need to win.

As I step up to the outside entrance of the twisted treehouse, the weathered door squeaks open by itself as if beckoning me inside, its ominous mystery seducing me into a trance as I step through the doorframe and enter the pitch-black home. As soon as I'm fully inside, the door slams shut, startling me. A faraway, eerie cackle echoes from the depths of the house, setting me on edge as I carelessly continue deeper into the abyss, cautiously curious. My hands reach out, feeling the emptiness around me, my feet shuffling as I carefully move further into the daunting treehouse, unsure of what to expect.

The scurrying sound of bugs and the wooden floor creaking beneath my feet create an odd berceuse that feeds my curiosity, drawing me toward something ahead, something that stands out amongst the shadows. My eyes slowly adjust to the shadows as a glowing orb takes shape. It's... a moth? My feet stop, and I'm stunned by the impossible thing before me. It isn't an ordinary, grayscale moth. No, it's... glowing in color . My eyes immediately sparkle as the addictive excitement I felt once before returns, burning with desire. "How?" I breathe out, feeling an overwhelming urge to cry at this revelation. Aside from that night with Firefly, I haven't seen color freely in Nightmare. How is this possible?

The fluorescent bug flutters its wings, casting a light from its body as it moves, the fluorescent color dripping from its wings like glitter in the night as it dances above my head. I release a light giggle, completely consumed by its magical allure. The moth lands on the tip of my nose, gently moving its wings as it stares into my soul. It's like looking into heaven itself, the color beaming across my face, absorbing the darkness around it. My hand slowly lifts as I attempt to pet the little critter. My movements must startle the bug, as it shoots from my face and flies away, swirling down what appears to be a staircase. The light begins to fade as it quickly disappears from view. "Wait!" My weak whisper comes out as more of a plea as I quickly chase after it. The bright moth bobs just out of sight, guiding me with its cool light as I descend the stairs, following it.

As I near the bottom of the staircase, the color has seemingly grown, magnifying in both hue and brightness, stunning me as I stop, reaching the floor at the foot of the stairs. I realize that the little moth isn't alone. It has flown into a room of some kind. The walls are drenched in bugs and critters of every shade and color. I can't even begin to describe the marvel before me, each bug and insect glowing in a vibrant saturation I've never experienced. It's absolutely breathtaking, the phenomenal beauty of it all shocking me to my core. I gasp, overwhelmed by the unparalleled sight, my heart fluttering like the wings of the very moth who guided me here as it lands atop my hand, once again showering me in its light.

"How magnificent you are," I say softly, still fighting back tears of glee. "All of you," I whisper, eyeing the plethora of living colors.

My brilliant surroundings have me completely distracted, my thoughts far away from the game I'm in the middle of playing, focusing only on the miracle before me. That is, until a soft creak from behind me grabs my attention, my back instantly straightening at the sound. As I turn, the moth flies from my hand, taking with it the color of the surrounding bugs. Like a candle snuffed out, leaves me in a thick layer of darkness. Heavy breathing emanates from the shadows, sending a chill down my spine, a distant cackle echoing, with hushed voices whispering to themselves. I'm not alone anymore.

"H-hello?" I call out gently, my voice wavering in fear and uneasiness.

The breathing increases, growing louder as the sound of heavy footsteps near me. Was it him? Did he find me?

"Hello?" I whisper again, reaching my hand out into the dark abyss.

As something grabs my wrist, the moth returns, its wings once again illuminating, revealing his burlap mask as he stands directly in front of me, his hand holding me tight in his power grip. "I-I guess... I lose," I say hesitantly with a breathy chuckle. The energy of the room has shifted with his presence into something more... timid.

"How did you find this house?" he demands as he yanks me closer, a faint gasp escaping my lips as the moth drifts from my skin into the air above us drenching our bodies in its glow. "Tell me!" he nearly snarls, and for the first time, I feel fearful of him. What have I done?

"I-I just came across this place. I-it was just here, in-n the woods." The frantic worry in his voice is foreign to me, and I feel a wave of unease and nervousness setting in. "W-what is this place?" I ask, eyeing the moth above, its glow warm and calming. "It's beautiful, so alive and filled with the most marvelous color." I smile, laughing softly as he watches me, his head cocking to one side. "But I don't understand. How can I see it here but not out in the world?" I gaze upon the moth as my eyes sparkle with life. "This place reminds me of your skin." I look around, wishing for the bugs to ignite once more. "Filled with color, color I long to breathe into my eyes, filling my soul with its vibrant life and meaning. I envy you, Firefly. You can see it at all times and bask in its glory while I see only the dullness of it all, completely sightless to the beauty hidden behind the grayscale of my eyes." I try to hold back tears as I motion around at the absent color of the walls. "It's simply breathtaking."

"Interesting..." He slowly releases my wrist while stepping back. The moth above swirls in a loop, fluttering back to the stairs, disappearing as he grabs the edges of his mask, its light fading away, leaving us once again in the silent dark. A sadness fills me in the absence of the vibrant color, my shoulders sagging. "Hang on," he sighs, an overwhelming amount of color immediately glowing in the dark from beneath his mask as he lifts it from his face. "That better?"

My hands shoot up to cover my mouth as a large smile pulls at my lips. He's beautiful. Handsome and strong, with striking features but it's his skin that has me under the spell. The countless markings etched across his face and neck, leaving little of his skin bare, glowing in every color imaginable. He isn't just kissed by the color. He is color.

"Firefly," I choke out, too enamored by the sight to form words. Unlike in my room before, here, in the darkness, his color is magnified, burning brighter than before. It's as if I can see it more clearly, the dusty layer of the Nightmare world absent, allowing me to focus in on his allure. I step closer, my fingertips reaching for his face, hesitating as I gently touch the bright, stitched ink that grows from the edges of his lips across his cheek. My hand moves up and joins the other, touching the opposite side, feeling his skin as I stare at him. "You're absolutely beautiful." My cheeks burn as I realize what I whispered aloud.

He chuckles, his mouth curling into what I assume is a rare grin as he drops his mask. He places his hands across mine, taking his time as they rest there, feeling me before delicately removing them from his face. "If this is all it takes to impress you," he teases, removing his gloves, "then you're about to really freak out." His hands glow immensely, the same as his face. My eyes trail over the designs, really noticing the designs and details unlike before, noting the bright ink that stretches from his fingernails to his wrists and continues under his suit. My heart races, watching as he slowly removes the burlap, his built bare chest matching his hands and face, the various swirling colors and designs stretching across every inch of his skin. His name I chose for him is perfectly fitting, as he truly is a Firefly, burning bright in the darkness of this world.

"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't know 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, Doll face." 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 hands moving 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 want more —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 want you ." 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 you do want 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, Doll face, 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.

"Oh, they glow." I release his lip, smiling softly while looking at the worn cubes. "Green?" I ask him as he nods, only half paying attention, as he's focused mainly on my mouth.

"My blood is coating your lips," he says, his voice low and feral. I gaze up at him, running my tongue along my lips, tasting his blood, enjoying the metallic flavor of him. He almost moans while his large hands re-adjust their bruising hold on my thighs as he glances to his growing cock beneath his pants. "I didn't think I could get any harder." His voice isn't like his at all. It's lower, slower, almost drugged, and with every word, I feel my center tighten more and more. Time to stop being such a virgin.

"Wanna play a game?" I ask, his eyes snapping to my button gaze as I wiggle the dice in my hand.

"Oh? What are we rolling for?" he asks, grinning as his eyes sparkle with eagerness.

"Even number means we stop." He groans at my words. "Odd means you have sex with me."

He lets out a low chuckle of surprise, "Ohhh... dangerously high stakes there, Doll face."

"Go big or go home, right?" He smirks, taking the dice, about to roll when he stops and looks at them.

Holding them to my mouth, he raises a brow. "For good luck," he winks. I think he wants me to blow, but am taken by surprise when he grips my jaw, opening my mouth forcefully. He drops the dice in my mouth before running his tongue over my bottom lip, cleaning off the remnants of his smeared blood. I let out a soft exhale, my body tingling as he does so.

"Be a good girl and suck on those for me. Can you do that, Doll face?" Oh, I can, and I do. I roll them around in my mouth before hollowing my cheeks, sucking the dice clean before slowly popping them out individually and placing them in his hand. My eyes stare up at him as I leave my mouth open, saliva dripping from my lip onto his open palm. The corners of my lips curl as I raise a brow.

"Let me roll odd or I'll fucking cheat, I swear," he growls before rolling the dice. He spins us around, gracefully laying me on the cold floor as a glowing moth ignites and flutters away. Feverishly, he unzips my dark dress, sliding it from my body until I'm left wearing only the thin silk nightdress, my tights, and platform shoes. He kisses me, looking up at his roll. A sinful smirk pulls at his lips as he looks back down, his hand gripping my neck as he leans in close and whispers into my ear.

"Seven. You're mine , Doll face." My eyes flicker with excitement. "Before I fuck you senselessly ," he leans back, his hand firmly in place around my neck as I gasp softly for air, "there are three rules." Rules? Is this normal for sex? Firefly holds up his free hand, pointing a single finger to the sky as he remains on his knees, straddling my waist. "Number one. Things may be a bit painful at first, but that's normal. If it becomes too much, you tell me to stop, okay?" I nod, slightly excited and nervous by the idea of sex hurting. "Number two." He holds his second finger up. "Don't be scared to do whatever feels right to you. If you feel the urge to do something," he grins, "do it." I nod again. Odd, but okay . "I mean it, Doll face. I don't judge or mind getting tossed around like a ragdoll." He winks.

"And number three?" I ask sheepishly, my core burning at the wait.

Firefly slowly leans forward, his lips hovering above my skin as his hot breath makes it tingle and come alive. He takes his time, making his way to my mouth, smiling as I lightly gasp, struggling to focus. "Don't be quiet." His voice falls to a low growl as his fingers dig deeper into my neck, my body instantly curving into his as if it's the most natural thing to do in response to him. His eyes darken as he grins, the glow of his face almost burning my eyes as he kisses me, speaking into my mouth. "I mean it, Blue. If you like something or want me to do more—" He runs his snake-like tongue along the top of my mouth as I widen it, inhaling his breath. "Say it. I want to hear everything ." He pulls my throat, forcing my head closer to him as my hands travel along his bare back, feeling his skin. "Every moan and whimper. I better hear them. In here, we do whatever we fucking want with no regrets."

My body has a mind of its own, my hips thrusting toward him, aching to feel the pressure of him between my legs. Firefly smiles, beaming down at me. "Atta girl. Now," he releases my neck, air rushing my lungs, drying my throat out as he runs his hand along the curves of my body and grips my thigh, yanking me close. "Let's take things a little slow." Slow? He delicately unlatches my platform shoes, tossing them aside before he yanks my tights from my legs in one swift motion.

He laughs lightly, reading the sadness and impatience across my face. "Trust me, Doll face," he lifts my leg, placing it over his shoulder, kissing my bare ankle. "I don't exactly want to take my time, but I promise," his tongue glides across my skin, lingering over my stitches as it slowly snakes toward my knee, "when I'm finished with you, you'll never forget your first time."

His eyes meet mine, watching my face as it twists in a burning pleasure, reacting to the way he handles me. His tongue continues as he moves toward my inner thigh, his head dipping beneath the hem of my thin nightdress. My hands reach out, touching his hair as his mouth moves to my center, his hot breath hitting my aching pussy. I want to feel him closer, inside me. Deciding to obey his rules, I relax and allow myself the freedom to explore rule number two. Following my instincts, I let my fingers curl, weaving through his dark hair, nudging him closer.

Firefly exhales, nudging my throbbing clit with his nose, his tongue immediately following as I whimper loudly, jolting in response as if I have been shocked, my pussy dripping with the desire to be fed. He grabs my other leg, placing it over his shoulder as he tugs, my body slamming into his face as his tongue pushes against me, licking my wetness. My hands squeeze his hair as my limbs tighten, a soft cry escaping my lips. I know he can feel and hear my pleasure, groaning into me as he pushes his tongue inside, his hands gripping my legs, seemingly enjoying himself as I continue to drip with a burning hunger. More. I want more.

"Stop," I wheeze, my heart racing from his hot tongue.

Firefly halts, his body stiffening as he slowly removes his tongue and lifts his head. His mouth is wet, glistening in the glow of his tattoos. "What did you say?" He seems almost shocked—confused by my demand.

I lower my legs, sitting up as one of the dainty straps of my nightgown falls to my elbow. I can't help but stare at the notorious Boogeyman sitting before me, on all fours, beautiful and ready to take me. It's almost empowering, knowing he's down here only for me.

His eyes burn into mine, waiting for me to explain myself. "I—" My eyes fall to the floor as nerves set in. "I don't mean for us to stop—you know. Just that..." I bite my lower lip. How do I explain how I feel? I want to experience everything, to feel everything. As much as I like what he's doing, I want to do more. I don't want to be like any other person he's been with. I want my first time to be memorable for us both.

His hand gently touches my chin, moving it to face up at him. "Rule number two."

I nod. "I-I just want to do everything."

Firefly's nervousness melts away, and a sinister grin takes its place. "Not sure we could fit it all in one go, I am but a man, Doll face, but I'm willing to give it a go or die trying."

"Not everything-everything!" I shout, slapping his chest as embarrassment fills me. "But... " I glance at his bare chest, allowing my fingers to trace the etched designs, admiring his built frame. I half want to throw him back and lick the color from his flesh. Firefly watches my hands, breathing heavily as he wipes his face. "I wish my skin was like yours." The words fall from my lips as faint whispers.

He watches me, a spark flickering across his irises. "As long as you remember rule number one." He grabs my hand, running it down his chest, reaching beneath his pants until his cock is firmly in my grasp, flexing at our sudden contact. Instinctively, I try to pull away, almost frightened by the size of it—but he tightens his grip, forcing my hand to stay still.

"Don't be scared of it," he teases. "My cock doesn't bite—though I can." He leans forward, brushing my hair aside, exposing my shoulder as he kisses me, opening his mouth as his teeth dig into my stitched flesh. My eyes bulge, and my throat burns from the rush of air as I inhale sharply, liking the gentle pain. My hand accidentally flexes, causing me to squeeze his cock rougher than I mean to, his body jerking as he bites me harder, moaning into my skin, kissing me.

"Sorry!" I whine, thinking I'm doing something wrong.

"Don't be," he rasps, releasing me from his clenched jaw. "Some of us enjoy pain." Firefly continues to guide my hand, moving it toward the end of his cock, the tip wet and dripping, allowing my hand to move easily along him. Curious, I squeeze him again, a spark inside me flickering as his body tenses, a moan escaping him.

"How do you know... if you like pain?" He opens his mouth, his tongue snaking along my jawline.

"The only way to find out is by feeding your sexual curiosity." His tongue stretches further than before, tracing my bottom lip. "You say you want skin like mine, and now you're curious if you like pain. What if I told you there's a way to do both? To paint your skin in color while playing with pain. Would you be interested in trying that?" My eyes flicker with excitement.

"Yes."

Firefly slowly removes my hand from his cock, biting my lower lip as he tugs at the soft skin, sucking as he drops me from his mouth. "I think you'll like this new game."

He snaps his fingers, the whole room igniting as the bugs come to life, glowing as they did when I first entered. I can't help but gasp, still in awe at the overwhelming presence of color. He stands, his cock swollen and pressing against his pants as he smiles, stepping toward the wall. He reaches out, allowing a butterfly to flutter to his hand. It's a vibrant blue, fluttering its wings as it sits there, allowing him to hold it. "It might not be as permanent as getting a tattoo, but," he strokes the insect's wings, walking to my side, kneeling, "it's enough." He glances at me, placing the butterfly across my heart with gentle care.

The insect weighs almost nothing, sitting perfectly still on my chest, slightly waving its wings. I smile, cautiously reaching my hand up to pet it. My touch startles it, and it flutters into the air. Firefly reaches his hand up, catching it perfectly within his fingers.

"Let me fix that." He pulls the needle out of my bun where I always keep it. "If it becomes too much, you tell me." I'm unsure what he means or what he's about to do, but I nod, eager to experience his next move.

He places the butterfly back on my chest, purposely running his hand against my breast, a buzzing feeling running through me. He leans forward with the needle, piercing it through the butterfly's wings and through my skin. I wince at the sharp pain, watching as he loops the needle through my flesh and back out through the other wing, pinning the bug to me. Small beads of my blood trail from the tiny wounds and run down my skin. It aches and slightly burns, but surprisingly, I like it.

I remain still, enamored by the beautiful butterfly pierced into my body, its color glowing against my skin like Firefly's. It's not a tattoo, but it's still beautiful.

"How do you feel?" he asks softly, causing me to glance up at him, my breathing still heavy as I respond.

"Does it hurt them?" I ask, ignoring his question.

"My bugs feel no pain." His bugs? "You didn't answer me. How do you feel?"

My eyes remain locked with his as I roll up, settling to my knees, my head reaching his chest. The needle pulls at my skin as I move, striking me with a pleasing sting. "I feel amazing." Rule number two. "Can you do it again?"

His smile returns, and there's a new dark excitement in his eyes. "You surprise me, Doll face." He stands back up, walking to the wall and grabbing a handful of colorful bugs. "Would you like to pierce me as well?" The question takes me back. He shakes his head, pulling a small glass jar of needles from behind a stray box. "You don't have to if you don't want to." The sharp metal spikes cling together and rattle in the jar as he walks back to me.

"W-where did you get all those?" I ask, pointing to the needles.

"Let's just say—I like to collect things." He sits next to me, opening his hand as numerous colorful bugs chitter within his grasp. "Which would you like next?"

I gaze at the bugs, and I'm unable to hide my elation at their hues and beauty. I point to one, a centipede. "What color is this?" I ask while picking it up, the worm-like insect wiggling between my fingers.

"This one is orange, much like the stripes on your tights."

"My tights have orange?" He nods as I set the bug back into his hand. "Would you really like me to pierce you?"

He nods again, the darkness in his smile returning. "Like I said, some of us like pain. It helps to heighten certain pleasures." He winks. "Though the idea of you piercing me is something new I'd also like to experience. This is a first for both of us." Something new for us both.

He reaches his hand out, offering me the orange bug. Carefully, I pick it from his fingertips as he plucks a needle from the jar and hands it to me. "W-where do I do it?" I ask.

"Anywhere you want. Dealer's choice."

"Anywhere?" I teasingly ask, raising a brow.

Firefly leans in close and runs his tongue over his teeth before lowly replying, "Anywhere."

As he stares into my eyes, I raise the needle and centipede to his chest, piercing it into his skin in the same place he previously pierced me. He doesn't flinch or move as I weave the needle through him, taking the pain as if it's simply a mere breath of air. My hands remain on his chest, feeling his hardened muscles. My impulses take over, guiding me as I lean forward and run my tongue along his tattooed chest, tasting his color. He moves my hair and places a beetle against shoulder. "Purple," he whispers raggedly while sticking the needle into my skin and through the bug as it wiggles. The pain coursing through me is amazing, sparking a fire between my legs. I move closer to him, reaching for a moth and needle. It's green, the color I seem to favor the most.

I place the green moth against the nape of his neck, watching his face as I dig the sharp needle through them both. He's fighting back his pleasure, biting his lower lip. "Rule number three," I whisper, licking the freshly pierced spot. "Don't be quiet."

Firefly chuckles darkly before dropping the bugs and pushing me against the floor onto my back. He kicks the jar of needles, spraying them across the ground. The beetle across my shoulder smooshes under my weight, its colorful guts painting me as the needle rubs my skin, my blood mixing with the purple, streaking down my body and drenching me in color. It's beautiful. They are color inside and out. I want to see more. Impulsively, I grab one of the scurrying bugs and slap it across Firefly's face, the color splattering along his skin.

He tightens his jaw, licking the guts from his mouth. "Did... you just slap me with a bug?" He asks, wiping a little from his cheek. My cheek burns with regret.

I fucked up.

"Ah, yellow. Just like your hair." He chuckles, causing my head to tilt in confusion as he rubs the yellow bug remnants down my sternum.

"I thought you said my hair was blue?"

"It is, but only half. The rest is yellow." He searches around, snatching a blue beetle from the floor. "This side," he smashes the beetle along my cheek, covering it softly in the warm blue guts, "is blue. And this side," he wipes more of the yellow from his face and rubs it on my opposite cheek, "is yellow."

I grab his hands in mine. They're covered in the bright, glowing insides of the bugs, and I rub them together, watching as the two colors combine, creating something else. "Green." He nods as I swipe my fingers across his palms. It's baffling to see how color works.

Firefly runs his hands across my chest, moving beneath my nightdress, tucking it under my now exposed breasts. He stops, staring at my body, something rumbling in his chest. "Your tits are fucking amazing," he states before running his hands across them, brushing my hardened nipples. I moan at the feeling of him twisting my body as he massages me, painting my breasts in the color, my body now glowing just like his.

My arms lunge forward, grabbing his neck as I pull his mouth to my own, crashing into him, unable to not be consumed by him for another second. The bugs across our bodies squish beneath us, splattering a rainbow of fluorescence across us both, the needles tugging at our skin as we bleed lightly along the insect guts. "Can you pierce me again?" I breathe raggedly, grinding into him. "But without the bugs."

Firefly breaks from my mouth, raising a brow. "Oh? Did someone discover something new they like?" He's trying to remain calm and unbothered, but even my inexperienced self can see the shift in him. His usual relaxed, dominating body is wound tight and vibrating. His breaths come out in heavy pants, and his green eyes are gone, replaced with his blown pupils. I bite my lip, nodding slightly while watching his dark gaze follow my lips with the precision of a predator stalking its prey.

"Well then," he breathes. "How about I pierce something that'll really make you feel good?" He glides his hand across the floor, picking up two needles and my tights.

"What're those for?"

He places the needles between his teeth, moving my arms above my head, wrapping the tights around my wrists. "Something tells me you're going to enjoy this more than you think."

"You seem to think that an awful lot," I tease, causing him to laugh.

"Doesn't seem like I've been wrong yet." This is true; I've loved every second of this, and yet, I need more. I feel like he keeps showing me a peek, and I'm ready for him to pull back the curtains.

Firefly yanks the material of my tights, tying them roughly above my head. He then spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist while intently staring at my breasts. He pulls the needles from his mouth, using his breath to warm them. "Do you trust me?" he asks, and I'm momentarily frozen. Do I? He raises his brow while looking from my breast to my eyes. "The answer you're looking for is ‘Fuck no," he states, but I'm shaking my head before he can finish his statement.

"Fuck, yes," I pant out, pushing my breasts toward him. "Yes, Firefly. I trust you."

"Foolish doll." He leans forward and grips my left breast in his large hand. I moan at the roughness as he kneads the flesh before his thumb runs over my nipple. He grips it between his thumb and forefinger and pulls the sensitive flesh, causing me to cry out. A smirk tugs on his lips as he plays with the needle in his mouth before lining the first one up.

"Firefly?" I whimper nervously while looking at the needle next to my green-covered nipple. "What are you going to do?" His chuckle is low as he releases my nipple, his hand traveling to my clit and stroking the tight bud. His lips capture my nipple, giving it a suck before his teeth bite the bud and pull it. I want to cry in pain, but the rapidly building pressure growing between my thighs makes it impossible to focus. I feel my coil snap as an orgasm hits me, and I throw my head back in pleasure but scream as I feel the needle run through my nipple. The room springs to life, the grayscale world bursting with color as I can see everything clear as day.

Color.

The pain mixes with the pleasure of my orgasm, and I don't know which is more powerful at this moment. All I know is, I want more of it. I feel addicted. I'm unsure if it's the painful piercing, my orgasm, or color... but I need more.

"One down," he chuckles while massaging my right breast, which I note feels more sensitive now that my left is pierced. "One to go." I look at my pierced breast, oddly aroused by the sight of a sewing needle sticking through my nipple. My eyes move to his face, noticing his hair is indeed black. The ends are lightly stained by the colorful guts smeared across our bodies, matching the rest of him. The color of the world begins to fade, leaving only his glowing tattoos and the brightness of the surrounding bugs. No . "This might hurt a little bit more, but I promise, I'll make it worth it."

He repeats the action, biting the tip of my nipple, pulling it as he runs the needle through, taking his time. I cry out loudly as my back arches, my lingering orgasm beginning to grow into something monstrous, my wetness dripping down my folds. He's right—the second time is so much more painful than the first. It almost brings me to tears.

Firefly runs his tongue across my freshly pierced nipple, pulling the pain from my body as he lingers a moment before moving to my other, holding my tied arms down. "Please," I beg, my body on fire. "I need more."

Without a word, Firefly yanks my body up toward his, looping my bound arms around his neck as I sit perfectly in his lap. He quickly unfastens his pants, pulling his cock free from them. It's glowing green, the color reflecting in my button eyes as I stare back in awe at the color and size. My mouth begins to water as I sit still; I'm sure looking like a freaking idiot.

"Everything okay?" he asks.

I snap my head up at him, my pussy soaked and aching for him. "It's green." He stares at me, silent, his jaw tensing. "I like green." As I speak the words, I move my body, touching his, the tip of his cock pressing against my lips. He and I release the same weak moan, and I know there's no stopping this now, not even if I wanted to. I have to feel him. I have to be consumed by him and his light, his color.

Firefly squeezes my waist, stopping me from rubbing against him again. "Are you sure, Doll face? Once we do this, there's no going back." Doesn't he see? We've already done too much. There is no going back already. I need him more than I need my next breath.

I stare into his eyes, watching the green flakes as I push against him, our wetness seeping onto the other as I slid along his cock. He doesn't move as I raise to my knees and angle myself before slowly lowering until his tip presses against my entrance.

"It's going to hurt, Blue," He's nearly shaking as his grip on my hips tightens. I nod, understanding as I shove the head of his dick inside. My mouth gapes open as I stare at him, his face a mixture of shock and pleasure as he watches me struggle to slide down him. The immediate pressure and burning pain is beyond anything I could ever have expected or imagined.

His face twists as he releases a near whimper. "Fuck." His fingers dig into my stitched skin as he pushes deeper inside me, almost growling as he does.

My arms bulge, fighting the restraint around my wrists as I pull his head toward my chest, seating myself fully on him. After a second of allowing myself to adjust to the foreign intrusion, I move my pussy along his shaft.

"Blue," he rasps as his scalding hands trail up my back, clawing me as he kisses my neck, his lips moving to my chest, playing with the needle across my heart. As I grow a little more confident and the pain becomes pleasure, I find my rhythm and increase my speed, my throat burning from my moans as I suddenly feel the urge to throw him back and own him.

Rule number two .

As he licks the needle across my chest, I pull my arms from his neck and shove him back. He grins, allowing me to take control as we adjust ourselves and I resume riding him. My hands press against his firm stomach, supporting my body as I move faster, enjoying every second. His hands slide up my thighs and squeeze my waist before trailing to my breasts. He tugs on my sensitive nipples, the mixture of pain and pleasure almost sending me over. "Firefly," I mewl, feeling my body swell with a building orgasm.

He shoots forward, gripping my throat roughly, forcing me to look at him. "Oh, no, you don't." His tongue slithers along mine. "I let you have one already. The next one is mine ." He falls from my body, a soft whimper leaving my lips as he rolls me to my hands and knees, lifting my backside high.

"Wha—" I cry out as he roughly pushes deep inside me, gripping my hips as he begins to pound into me. My body rocks back and forth, my knees and elbows scraping along the floor as he fucks me from behind, holding nothing back, his nails digging into me, leaving small, crescent-shaped reminders of what we've done, the lines we've crossed. I fight against my orgasm, trying to hold it back as long as I can, but between his relentless fucking and my pierced nipples scratching the floor, I'm completely powerless over my body.

My head rises as an unrecognizable and feral cry leaves my body. I feel myself coming all over him, but this time is different, as I feel the liquid shoot from my body and hear how much wetter everything is as my pussy clenches around his dick. The room once again blooms with color, waves of euphoria washing over me as I continue to pulse around him.

"Fuck!" he yells, slamming harder into me. "That's my girl, gushing all over me, you filthy little doll. Fucking yes!" His praises amp me up even though my body feels limp.

Firefly must sense that I'm unable to hold myself up any longer, as he spins me around and captures my legs, wrapping them around his waist as he stands, as if my added weight is nothing. He slams my back against a fluorescent-colored, bug-covered wall, their blood and guts coating us as he drives himself deeper.

"You're fucking breathtaking," he grunts as he lifts my legs over his arms to rest in the crooks of his elbows. I lull my head to the side, crying at each thrust as I feel the pressure building again. "Oh no, you don't. Hey, eyes on, me Doll face," he orders, slamming into me rougher to emphasize his demand. I look at him weakly.

"I can't again," I whine, but even as I say it and my colorful world is dimming, I know I want him to make me see the color again.

"Really?" He pants, a bead of sweat running down his temple, smearing the fluorescent guts painted across his skin. "Come on, pretty girl, I know you got one more in there just for me. Let's see if we can set it free." He smirks as his thrusts become faster and more erratic. I scream with every rough invasion as my fluids rush from me again.

"Oh noooo... " I whimper as the tightness and fire builds back up.

"That's it," he praises, pressing into me. "You look right the fuck at me. Don't you dare look away." My gaze locks with his as I open my mouth, releasing a primal shriek as my body gives in to another orgasm.

Firefly's jaw goes slack as he watches me. His head begins to roll back, and I grip his hair roughly. "Don't you dare look away," I rasp out, and he loses it. He roars my name as he delivers one final thrust, as his warm come fills me to the point that it seeps from my pussy, mixing with mine. We sit there, frozen in the moment, as we collect our breathing and allow our hearts to calm. I feel woozy, drunk on the high of how my body feels—I'm so sore and sensitive and love every second of it as I watch the color around me. He slows, still gliding back and forth, panting as he squeezes my backside before laying us on the ground. "Fuck," he breathes, resting his sweaty forehead against mine. "Your pussy—it's fucking phenomenal." He runs a finger along my clit as I arch my back, moaning at the overwhelming sensation.

Firefly kisses my lips before reluctantly pulling away, his cock dropping from my body, causing me to whimper at the loss. As I lay on the ground, my arms and legs shake, and I feel like a newly hatched butterfly. The needles and piercings in my flesh ache as I shift to gaze at him, his chest glistening with sweat as he stares at me, smiling. A new glow catches my attention, my eyes trailing to his cock as I notice bright green and blue liquid coating him. His gaze follows mine as he brushes his sweat-slicked hair back. "Interesting, isn't it? Your come is blue, and mine is green."

The color of the room fades back to its usual dullness, leaving only him, glowing and on display. My Firefly. If this is how sex feels, I want it every day, every hour, with him. Always .