Freddy's Girl
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M through R › Nightmare on Elm Street
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
11,217
Reviews:
16
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Nightmare on Elm Street movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Raven could sense someone there and Freddy was surprised when he heard her shout brazenly, "Is this your glove?!" into the darkness. He wondered if he should come out, wondered if she would scream like all the rest. He decided there was only one way to find out. He stepped out of the shadows and she stared at him, a surprised expression on her face, but she did not scream, instead she did something he hadn't expected. She walked closer and closer until they were face to face and she looked down at his glove on her hand. "This is yours, right?" she said and closed her fingers her eyes staring at the blades as if in a trance. He nodded but said nothing. She slowly slipped the glove from her hand and held it out to him and he took it, putting it on. "So do you kill people with the glove? Slice them up?" she asked matter-of-factly. He was surprised at her nonchalance and it further reinforced the idea that she could be his. "Yes, I slice teenagers to pieces in their sleep and keep there souls" he said, searching for any hint of fear in her blue-green eyes. There was no fear, she merely nodded, "Well I guess even demons need a hobby. You are a demon, right?" she asked one eyebrow raised questioningly. "Yes, I'm the stuff that nightmares are made of" he closed the space between them until they were almost touching "and I love to tear into young flesh" he said menacingly. She did not move away, instead she reached her hand out slowly and touched the disfigured, burnt flesh of his face, her fingers slowly moving down until they rested on his bottom lip. "I've never kissed a demon" she said, her voice soft and seductive, her eyes flirtatious and teasing. She stared into his eyes hypnotically, "Can I kiss you? Would you mind?" she asked and he went still feeling himself harden, his cock twitched in his pants. "I wouldn't mind" he said and she moved her head forward slowly and he felt her soft, supple lips press against his burnt ones, felt her hand come to rest on his shoulder and kissed her back, moving his hands up to her waist. He felt his cock twitch and harden again when her tongue slipped into his mouth and she deepened the kiss, coming closer pressing her round breasts against his chest, so that he could feel her erect nipples through the sheer silk fabric of her nightgown. He held her waist and found one of his hands coming to rest on her ass, he squeezed one cheek, finding it firm and plump in his hand and his tongue began to massage hers, fighting for control of her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer, so that she could feel his hardness poking her through her nightie and she pulled back slowly and looked at him panting, her heart racing, her nipples hard and visibe through the sheer nightgown that draped her ivory body.
Raven could sense someone there and Freddy was surprised when he heard her shout brazenly, "Is this your glove?!" into the darkness. He wondered if he should come out, wondered if she would scream like all the rest. He decided there was only one way to find out. He stepped out of the shadows and she stared at him, a surprised expression on her face, but she did not scream, instead she did something he hadn't expected. She walked closer and closer until they were face to face and she looked down at his glove on her hand. "This is yours, right?" she said and closed her fingers her eyes staring at the blades as if in a trance. He nodded but said nothing. She slowly slipped the glove from her hand and held it out to him and he took it, putting it on. "So do you kill people with the glove? Slice them up?" she asked matter-of-factly. He was surprised at her nonchalance and it further reinforced the idea that she could be his. "Yes, I slice teenagers to pieces in their sleep and keep there souls" he said, searching for any hint of fear in her blue-green eyes. There was no fear, she merely nodded, "Well I guess even demons need a hobby. You are a demon, right?" she asked one eyebrow raised questioningly. "Yes, I'm the stuff that nightmares are made of" he closed the space between them until they were almost touching "and I love to tear into young flesh" he said menacingly. She did not move away, instead she reached her hand out slowly and touched the disfigured, burnt flesh of his face, her fingers slowly moving down until they rested on his bottom lip. "I've never kissed a demon" she said, her voice soft and seductive, her eyes flirtatious and teasing. She stared into his eyes hypnotically, "Can I kiss you? Would you mind?" she asked and he went still feeling himself harden, his cock twitched in his pants. "I wouldn't mind" he said and she moved her head forward slowly and he felt her soft, supple lips press against his burnt ones, felt her hand come to rest on his shoulder and kissed her back, moving his hands up to her waist. He felt his cock twitch and harden again when her tongue slipped into his mouth and she deepened the kiss, coming closer pressing her round breasts against his chest, so that he could feel her erect nipples through the sheer silk fabric of her nightgown. He held her waist and found one of his hands coming to rest on her ass, he squeezed one cheek, finding it firm and plump in his hand and his tongue began to massage hers, fighting for control of her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her even closer, so that she could feel his hardness poking her through her nightie and she pulled back slowly and looked at him panting, her heart racing, her nipples hard and visibe through the sheer nightgown that draped her ivory body.