You and Freddy had been together for several months. Every night, you visited him in your dreams. He always took you to new and exciting worlds. You'd never expected him to have such a vivid and creative imagination what with how he usually only used the Elm Street house or the boiler room for his victims.
        One day, you went into the Dreamworld to meet up with Freddy as usual. The Dreamworld looked like a vast forest. You walked along, uncertain of where you were and finding yourself lost.
        With literally no other choice, you began calling for Freddy, hoping that he would show up. After calling for a few minutes, you found yourself transported inside of the Elm Street house.
        But instead of looking like a boarded up abandoned building or even the fixed up, newly painted house you had gotten used to this past week, it looked like it had back in its prime, old paint and everything.
         Feeling highly confused but not too surprised, you walked around until you found Freddy in the living room, facing the fireplace. He seemed to be deep in thought so you didn't want to sneak up on him.
        You sat back and waited until he turned to look at you. "Hey, (y/n)." He sounded a bit sad.
        "Are you ok, Freddy?" You found yourself asking in concern.
        Freddy looked off into space for a moment before replying quietly, "Today's the anniversary of my death."
       You swallowed. "You mean when you...when they...?"
        He nodded. Then he took a deep breath and said, "I never had a chance of a normal life. My mother was a nun. One day, she was left alone with a bunch of maniacs. They raped her and I was born, the son of a hundred maniacs." You were surprised as you'd never heard this story before.
        "My mother was horrified and sent me away. I don't know what happened to her other than she died. I was put in the foster system. My foster father beat me black and blue everyday until I resorted to self harm. Eventually, I just stopped feeling the pain. I ended up killing him when I was a teenager.
         "It wasn't just him. I was bullied my whole life because of who I was. Everyone hated me. After awhile, I got married and had a daughter. I finally started to feel normal. But my past haunted me. I fell into a homicidal rage, killing the children of Elm Street."
        "What made you do that?"
        Freddy took a good look at you, worried you'd think he was psychotic and evil just like everyone else did. Instead, you showed only genuine concern for the man/dream demon that you loved.
        "I'm not sure. I think in some twisted way, I felt I was doing them a favor. They wouldn't have to grow up and live as I did, hurting, abused, bullied. I'm not sure. It's part of the reason I grew so fond of you. You had been through much the same hell as me. You understood my pain and I never wanted you to feel as I did."
        You took his hand, gently. He continued, "You know the rest. The parents came for me and killed me, the dream demons gave me my power, and I've been killing teenagers in their dreams ever since. You were the first person I found myself not wanting to kill. You are far too precious."
       You both stood there, facing each other. Then you moved closer to hug him. "I'm glad you told me, Freddy. Thank you for trusting me."
       He tilted your face up to his. "Thank you for understanding."
       With that, he pressed his lips against yours, his hands coming to rest on your hips. You found yourself clawing at his back as you both sank onto the bear skin rug in front of the unlit fireplace.
        You continued making out on the soft fur until you felt him sliding one of his finger knives slowly up your leg before pushing up the long nightgown you wore.
       He paused for a moment to take in your beauty: your long (h/c) hair framing your beautiful face, your (e/c) eyes staring up at him, your red lips slightly parted from the deep breaths you were taking.
        "(Y/n)....my princess....my angel.... are you ready for what comes next?"
       You nodded. "Give it to me, Freddy!"
       He smirked in an almost devilish way as he remarked, "Oh, you'll get it alright."
        That said, he removed his knife glove, tossing it far enough out the way that it would not hurt you should you accidentally roll over or anything. With that, he made quick work of your panties then began to rub your clit in a slow and sensual manner.
       You bit your lip, unsure of what you were feeling now. He began to rub more forcefully before inserting a finger into your pussy. You couldn't help the moan that came from your mouth then.
        Freddy grinned, enjoying the sounds you were making, knowing that only he could ring them from you. Wanting to take it a step further, he let his tongue take over where his fingers had been moments before.
       He tossed off his hat and continued his ministrations. His long tongue slipped into your wet canal, licking up your cream. He reveled in it, enjoying every moment of tasting you.
      He took a good look at you. Opening your eyes, you saw he looked different. The burns were gone and in their place was a beautiful man with curly blonde hair.
        "You taste divine, princess. I want more."
       Suddenly, his clothes vanished and so did yours. You inhaled sharply at seeing him naked in front of you. He was nicely built but not overly so.
        He stroked himself in front of you before taking your hand and guiding it in the same way. He breathed heavily as you stroked him. Finally, growling, he pushed you back onto the rug.
       Lifting your legs up to wrap around his hips, he positioned himself and slowly sank into you. You let out a moan and he grunted as he began thrusting in and out of you slowly.
       He gritted his teeth as he tried to keep the pace. Beginning to get frantic, you thrust your own hips upward to meet his. Grinning, he began thrusting harder and faster.
      Sensing that you were close, he reached between you and began rubbing and pinching your clit, driving you even further to the edge and then you were falling off it as you came all around him.
      He leaned forward and bit your shoulder as he came, still thrusting sharply, riding you through it. He slipped out of you for a moment but he was far from finished with you.
       He turned you onto your stomach and guided you onto your hands and knees. He slid back inside of you and began thrusting very quickly while he pinched your nipples. The moans that fell from your lips became screams of passion.
       Freddy bit your shoulder again as he came the second time. Groaning slightly, he rolled you back over before cocking an eyebrow at you and asking, "Wanna take this to the bedroom?"
       You nodded then you were both off like a flash.