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The Itch	By : Demon_Casket Category: +1 through F > Adventure Time Views: 26741 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter II: Bite My Itch
“Hebapa dododo dubap dubidubi dodo bap egg sala sandwich anda ketchupa nda mus, relish anda hotdog anda hammy with da crust, bake patato chicken anda blueaberry pie, olives and the… olive… huh… BMO! Have you seen the olives?!” Jake called from the kitchen.
A few seconds afterward, BMO came sliding down a branch and landed next to Jake. He began laughing hysterically. “You are holding it, dumbdumb!”
“Huh?” Jake answered in slight shock and found that it was true. One of his arms was holding it behind his back. “Oh, hehehh. I hate it when I do that. These things have a life of their own, ya know.”
Jake was packing a large satchel full of food. He stacked in various odds and ends, canned and plastic contained, finishing his actions with a red and white picnic blanket. After patting off his hands, he heard the ladder to the second floor creaking from slow, heavy footsteps. After seeing a shadowy figure sway its way slowly up the hollowed out trunk, where the ladder was contained, there was a mindless groan. Jake thought that the house was being invaded by zombies, but, when the figure presented its way into the light, he saw that it was Finn…a very messy looking Finn. His hood was crooked, hair was spouting out in every direction, and his body was smeared in various places with dirt, mud, and grass.
“Eeeeehh…” Jake commented as a grimace crossed his face. He stretched his arms forward to steady Finn up, as he came off the ladder. He looked like he was about to fall over. “You look seriously jackded up, dude. You been wrestling with zombies again?”
“Uoughhh…don’t ask.” was all Finn managed to squeeze off. The truth was, he really didn’t want to talk about spending the night on the sea cliff, picking himself apart.
“Wellp, I’ve got just the cure for you! We’re gonna go have lunch with Lady and Bubblegum. You look like you could use some quiet time with the ladies.”
Finn wanted to scream. The last two people he wanted to see right now were Bubblegum and Jake. He was volcanic inside, thinking of Jake, Bubblegum, and the fact that Jake was a family man but was screwing around behind Rainicorn’s back. ‘How could he be doing this when he’s got all that?! Is he being selfish or just stupid?!’ Finn wanted to scream…but didn’t. He felt like a truck ran over him and just plain didn’t want the drama. “I jus’ wanna go to bed, man. I don’t feel…ohhhhhhhhh…” His body gave in and he toppled over.
“Aw, don’t worry, dude.” Jake said and suddenly turned his back into a couch. Carefully, he placed Finn onto his back and then grabbed the satchel of picnic items. “You just hang tight and leave the moving to me.”
Finn would protest, but, with a soft, warm, furry couch…who could resist?
Just before they left, Finn thought of something, for the sake of moral support…and possibly to make Bubblegum feel like a fifth wheel in the party. “Hey Jake…would you mind inviting Flame Princess? Maybe she and Bubblegum can chat…ya kno…them both being princesses and all?”
“Way ahead of ya, bro, but, she didn’t seem to be answering her phone. Musta burned it up again, or, maybe she was just out, or somn’.” Jake answered.
“Darn.” Finn said.
‘Wow…’ Finn thought shortly afterwards. ‘…That was a really nice thing of him to do.’
The mid-morning sun felt good on Finn’s skin, especially after spending the night, cold and alone on the sea cliff. Half awake and in a heavenly state of rest, Finn had some time to think things over. Jake was a good guy and definitely not selfish. Knowing him all his life, Finn just couldn’t make heads or tails of this odd behavior from Jake. Was this crazy affair weighed more on Bubblegum’s faults? ‘No…that can’t be it…’ Finn thought. He knew she was made of nothing but love. Only such a heart could rule in the Candy Kingdom. ‘What the clump is it then? And why? It doesn’t make any sense!’ he told himself. Perhaps he could get the answers, secretly and stealthily, from Bubblegum herself.
Jake had brought them to a familiar picnicking spot in a meadow with a gigantic tree. Lady Rainicorn, all the little dogicorn kids, and Princess Bubblegum were already there, settled upon a blue and white picnic blanket.
"Hey…I remember this place.” Finn commented with a smirk. “Ugh…stupid…tree people. That was a nice Frisbee ride though.”
“Hehe, yeah. You guys rode that thing for, like, forever, didn’tcha?” Jake said, recalling Finn and his furry friend flying off into the sunset.
“Mmmhhh…good times.” Finn agreed.
“Oh my! What’s happened to Finn, Jake?!” Bubblegum screamed, rushing to meet them.
“Ahh, don’t worry, ‘bout it, Princess.” Jake replied as he laid out the picnic blanket and swiftly began arranging all the food. He placed Finn in a little clearing on the blanket, reserved just for him, and left him to rest. “He’s probably just tuckered out from fighting demon overlords all night, or something. He’ll be fine. Just needs a little rest is all.”
“Hehehe, I see. Well, rest up, my little hero.” Bubblegum said as she came to his side. She sat elegantly in a kneeling position and scooted Finn’s head up to rest upon her lap. She began laying on her trademark, soothing care upon Finn, much like the way she treated her candy people. She began petting softly upon his forehead and caressing under his chin, making him feel a warm, soft, radiating sort of love from her gentle bubblegum palms. For a while, Finn didn’t even want to open his eyes, fearing that this was a dream and that he simply did not want it to end.
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“Hehehe, he is, isn’t he? I’m not sure, Lady. I guess he’s too worn out to say.” Was Bubblegum’s reply.
“ê·¸ ì •ë¦¬í•˜ì‹œê² ìŠµë‹ˆê¹Œ?”
“Hehe, yeah, I guess so. Could you give me a hand?”
"ë„¤, ê·¸ëŸ´ ê²Œìš”."
Finn lay still, not expecting anything, but, when he heard the sound of liquid being poured into some container, followed by the feeling of his hood being pulled off his head, he had to open his eyes. Just as he did, the sensation of a wet cloth was felt upon his cheek. Apparently, Bubblegum was cleaning him up. While she did, he enjoyed the sweet beauty of her gently smiling face, as she adoringly looked him over.
“Mornin’ sleepy head. Hehehe.” Bubblegum said, her closeness bringing a blush to Finn’s cheek.
“Uaghhh…oh…hey, PriBubs. How did I get…oh, yeah, hehe, picnic.” Finn stammered. His head was still a little tipsy…or was it just that he was being touched and caressed by her? He didn’t know.
“You have really nice hair, Finn. What’s your secret?”
“Huh? No secret, PriBos. Finnie is aaaall natchuros.”
Bubblegum giggled with a hand to her mouth.
“ê·¸ë§Œí•´! ê·¸ë¥¼ ë¬¼ì§€ ë§ˆì„¸ìš”!” Lady Rainicorn suddenly exclaimed and rushed off towards Jake and the doggicorn kids.
“What the heck is going on?” Finn asked, trying to shift his head to see what the commotion was about.
“Hold still, you! Hehehe.” Bubblegum turned his head back towards her. “Oh, don’t worry about them. Apparently Jake’s kids are playing a little too rough with him.”
“Oh.”
Finn closed his eyes again, trying to enjoy Bubblegum’s tender loving care, but, everything began to resurface, as his mind was finally fully conscious. Finn became incredibly confused. This gentle, nurturing Princess Bubblegum was not the woman that he saw last night. She was reckless and wild while this Bubblegum was gentle and calm. He simply couldn’t connect the two.
Feeling that the answers were not going to come by just laying there…and the fact that he felt fairly selfish just letting her clean him up with no contribution this sweet yet odd situation, he decided to ask, point blank. “Hey, PriBubs?”
“Yes, Finn?”
“What was up with you and Jake last night? I wanted to go help you guys out, but, Jake said it’d be better off with just him and you.”
Bubblegum choked and giggled, a slight blush forming across her cheek. “Oh…uhm…don’t worry about it. It’s um…I just had a little something that I needed him to take care of. A…uh…lady…problem, hehe. It’s kind of embarrassing, really. I’d rather not talk about it.”
Finn blushed, especially since he knew exactly what happened, even though he still couldn’t gauge why. “Oh…hehe, sorry I asked.” Finn answered. It wasn’t much, but, at least it was a glimpse into this mysterious world that he knew nothing about.
Just to throw a little sand into Bubblegum’s gears, Finn suddenly asked, as innocently as possible, “…It’s because he’s got long arms, huh?”
Bubblegum was so taken aback by his question that she hiccupped. “Ugh…uhommm…yeah, hehehe. That’s exactly why. Loooong arms for hard to reach places…ehem…”
“Yeah, sometimes I wish I had long arms like him. That way, I could help all sorts of ladies with things.”
Bubblegum’s blush went even deeper. “Hyeah. But I’m sure you do just fine, with what you’ve got. Soo…my fine, tireless little hero,” Bubblegum did her best to change the subject, “what evils were you fighting off all day to make you so weary…and dirty? Hehehe.”
Finn didn’t exactly know what to say. He didn’t want to tell her that he’d been thinking of her all night, particularly in her compromising position. He did however see an odd opportunity at the last second. “Well…to tell you the truth…can you keep a secret? I really don’t want to worry Jake…and…I guess if I should ask anyone…I should ask a girl.”
Bubblegum’s lips pursed together in a thin, squiggly line. “Well…I’m not so sure I can help, but…yeah, I can keep a secret, Finn.” she said as she stroked her palm over Finn’s forehead, reassuringly.
“Well…see, it’s about me and Flame Princess.” Finn began.
“…Yeah?” Bubblegum pressed on, after a hard swallow.
“See…we really enjoy our time together, and, we’ve gotten pretty close, but…I get the feeling that…I’m not doing enough, for her.”
“Hmm…what makes you say that, Finn?”
“Well…it’s like…when we kiss, or, when we hug, I get this look in her eyes that she…wants me to do something more, but…I dunno, Prubs…And I mean, I really want to do something more, I feel it, but, I dunno what ‘it’ is.”
The blush returned to Bubblegum’s cheek. “Ehhehehhh…I really dunno, Finn. I don’t think I’m the person you should be asking about this.”
Finn tried to look disappointed. “…Shmowcow…I really wished you could. Jake’s kinda iffy about telling me these things, and, I dunno, I could really use a woman’s perspective in this. I wish mom was still around…”
Finn’s last comment really struck a chord on Bubblegum. “Well…I mean, I couldn’t tell you what to do, but, I can tell you that what a lady would probably want in that situation…is for you to be gentle with her.”
“…Yeah?”
“Yes, Finn. Be kind and understanding. And, along with that…let your heart move you. Even though your mind might not know what to do…I’m sure your heart will.”
Finn was amazed at Bubblegum’s advice. He lay in awe, his emotion showing upon his face. “Wow…that’s deep wells, PriBubs. I’ll remember that.”
“Hehehe.” Bubblegum giggled, flattered at Finn’s compliment. “Oh, Finnie. Looks like you’re getting a bit more grown up than I thought you were.” she said as she nuzzled her forehead to his, playfully.
This comment from her…he really liked it.
Finn's mood and outlook on life eased off as the hours passed, and, he had great fun playing various games with Jake and Lady Ranicorn's children. However, the night before still stuck to him like a tick. One thing that he did notice, however, was that, even though they were in close proximity with each other, Jake and Princess Bubblegum had absolutely no intimate interest with each other. Not one stolen kiss, when no one was looking, no look of longing for each other, not even a single brush on the hand. The more he saw of it, the more it seemed that Bubblegum's words were true. There must have been some strange understanding between them, mostly in due to Bubblegum's needs. At that, most of what troubled Finn was put to rest…all except the fact that she doubted he was able to measure up to Jake's standards. He felt that still. What's more, he wanted to know more. He wanted to know exactly what they were doing and why Bubblegum liked it so much.
Finn and Jake reached home around sunset and Finn decided to find out more about whatever it was that they were doing. He needed a confidant: someone knowledgeable, understanding, and experienced on the subject…especially since he had to explain the actions without knowing the terms. Who could that be? He would talk to Jake, but, he was one of the parties involved. The same went for Bubblegum. There was BMO and his access to the interwebs, but, Finn felt that using him would leave a trail. He wanted privacy. There was the library, but, he wasn't interested in looking it up in a book. He needed a person, a living source to speak to. But who? Who was old and wise that could tell him about it? Ice King perhaps? “Ughhh…” Finn shuddered at the thought. He still considered it, but, he knew that most of what would come out of Ice King’s mouth would be uncoordinated, unfocused nonsense. So, who then?
…
…Marceline.
The thought struck him like a lightning bolt.
She was a thousand years old and a lady that knew how to have fun…quite possibly even with herself. At this, Finn felt there was zero chance that she didn’t know anything about this strange ritual he witnessed last night. He was settled then. He would confide in Marceline.
Before settling into anything at home, Finn went straight for the phone and drew up her icon. After a few rings, she picked up.
“What’s up, Finn?” Marceline spoke directly, even though Finn didn’t make his presence known.
“Hey, how did you know it was…you’re here aren’t you.” A weary look crossed Finn’s face.
Marceline began laughing and floating over from some dark corner of the tree house. Finn promptly hung up the phone, with a look of supreme annoyance upon his face.
“Hehe, so what’s up, Finnie?” she asked as she hovered behind him and settled her arms upon his head.
“Um…hmm, yeah…” Finn tactically lowered his voice so that neither Jake nor BMO could hear. “…I need to talk to you alone. It’s really, really personal.”
“Oooh, sounds juicy, buddy. I’ll get my sturawberries.”
“Wuh?”
“Hahaha, nevermind.”
“Myeah…so…uhm…Jake! I’m, ugh, gonna go for a walk for a little while!” Finn yelled into the air.
“A’rright, buddy. I’ll catchya later, but, don’t be too long! I’m makin’ spaghetti!” Jake answered from the kitchen.
“Oh, cools! Be back in a bit!...Okay, lessgo.” he said finally, turning to Marceline.
“Uh…go where, Finn?” Marceline asked, as Finn seemed so hyper that even he didn’t know. “Y’all need to get your head on straight ‘n calm down yer blood pumper.”
“Eh, yeah…hmm…” Finn thought hard. He wanted them to be in a place where they could talk without worrying about someone eavesdropping on their conversation. Then, “Oh, hey, how ‘bout your place?”
“My place? Sure, I guess.”
Evening fell as they flew over the world of Ooo and Finn told Marceline his sad, little story. He also asked her not to talk about it with any parties involved, as the situation was fairly explosive. Finn finally finished up, around when they reached Marceline’s porch, and, by that time, Marceline was feeling pretty sorry for the little guy.
“…So, you’re telling me that this is how you found out you still have feelings for her, huh…” Marceline asked as she let him down onto the wooden boards.
“Yeah. I’m really gronked up about it.” Finn replied, a fairly grim undertone accenting his voice. Marceline led him inside as his head drooped down. She lent him a sympathetic hand, placing it upon his shoulder as they entered. He ended up sitting on the couch while Marceline rummaged through the kitchen. “And, I mean, I don’t even know what the worst part is! I don’t know if it’s more painful that she has no confidence in me, as a man…oh, sohhreee…as a BOY, I mean, or, if it’s just that she’s so close but keeps herself out of reach, or…gahh!” Finn slumped his face into his palms. His voice dropped an octave, making him sound of utter surrender, “Maybe it’s because she could share herself so closely with Jake, who I know doesn’t even feel close to how I feel about her…or maybe it’s because, even if she gave herself to ME like that…I juh…ugh…” he sighed, fighting back the urge to cry, “…I just wouldn’t know what the flip I was doing…”
Marceline had been looming in the open doorway between the kitchen and the livingroom. She slowly approached Finn with a bowl of cherries and strawberries and shook it in front of Finn, urging him to eat some. Finn took a strawberry, but he just held it.
“Thanks.” was all he could say.
Finn simply stopped talking. Marceline sucked on a strawberry, watching him without really knowing what to say. She was startled a bit when he looked up at her.
“Sorry…I don’t mean to put you in my mess too.” Finn spoke out of consideration that he seemed to be dumping his life onto her. He looked back down and placed the strawberry beside him. “I should go. You really don’t deserve…or…I mean…ugh…even my words getting all crumped out. Agh…what I mean is, you shouldn’t get hurt, just because I am…or something like that.”
Marceline smiled in reply. She hovered over to him and placed a hand on his head, “Hey, it’s okay. We’ll work you through this. Don’t worry. I’m glad to help.”
“Heheh…thanks, Marci.”
Marceline floated herself above Finn while she rested her arms and head onto him. They were quiet for a while.
“…Problem is…I got no idea how you can help me.” Finn said, suddenly facing the fact that he took a shot in the dark about asking Marceline. He actually didn’t know what he needed from her. “I got no game plan, yo. I don’t even know where to start.”
“Hmmm…” Marceline replied. “Hang on a sec…I think I know what to do.” She slipped off of his head and up towards her room. “I’m gonna slip into something more comfortable. You just close your eyes and keep that image of Bubblegum in your head, and…be ready to figure stuff out.”
“…Mmmokay. No probs.” Finn answered. He, however, had no idea as to what she could be thinking.
“This…” Marceline said to herself, “…will be iinnnteresting, hahahah…”
While Marceline rummaged through things upstairs, Finn kept the images looping in his head. He knew it all so well and was seeing the hot, steamy images so clearly that he didn’t know whether he was angry or turned on by them anymore. One thing was clear, however. He was getting really, really curious…and anxious. ‘Why the glomp would she ask me to think about…’
“Alright, Finnie…you can open your eyes now.” Marceline spoke in a sweet, seductive voice.
The first thing Finn saw was one of her legs hovering inches before his face. He followed its slim yet meaty length up towards her hips where her body was covered in a large, finely grained fur coat that looked like a bright red sea, trimmed at the edges with a snow white lining. Tidbits of her body were poking out where the fur did not cover, giving Finn the definite impression that there was nothing on underneath…absolutely nothing. “…Do you like it?” Marceline asked as she rolled around in mid air. In the shade of the fur, Finn could see the teasing contours of her round, shapely cheeks and large, smooth pussy lips. And, when he could see the opening around her upper body, Finn’s eyes caught a tasty glimpse of her perky breasts and naughty nipples, just peeking out of the folds of the grand, sexy robe. He felt as if they stared back, winking at him.
“Gaahhhhghhhghghhh…” Finn gurgled, his mouth wide open and his tongue oozing from his lips with a dribbling trail of saliva, flowing from taste buds to chin.
“Hehehe, I’ll take that as a yes.” Marceline teased. She came forward and hovered her cleavage a foot away from Finn’s face. “Now…what was the first thing you saw them do, Finn?”
“Ahh baba hhhlll egs nnnah JhhJ-J-J-J-Jake…wuh…was…”
“Ohh, riiight…Jake was playing…” Marceline brought herself belly up and began spreading her legs for Finn. “…With this.” Slowly, as she brought her legs wide apart, the robe slipped up her body and opened, letting the light cascade onto her sweet, beautiful pussy.
“Ooooh.” Finn said as he stared at it. In his mind, he compared it to a lily, or perhaps a rose.
“Well? There it is, lover boy. Don’t leave a girl hangin’, hehehe.” Marceline’s voice had a spark of encouragement in it. “Be brave, little boy. Heheh…Touch me.”
“Hehe…hmmmm…” Finn giggled as he nudged forward. Yes…he was quite nervous, but, there was something inside him that spilled over the top of his inhibitions. There was an odd hunger, coming from deep within, a want to know this pretty little animal flower before him. It pushed him on, wide eyed and curious, to know…what it felt like. He brought his hands forward, anxiousness making his body tremble and his manhood stiffen to a peak resolution. His fingertips alighted gently onto Marceline’s inner thighs. They were deliciously smooth and hot. Soon, Finn’s palms gathered there as he wanted to feel the whole area with a broader sense of touch than his fingers.
“Ooohhh, Finnhh. Hehe, I like that. Mmmm, that’s it. Feel me up, lover boy. Run those hands all over my body.”
“Mmmmhmmmh…” Finn moaned mindlessly to himself, the wonder of all that was happening overwhelming his senses. His hands crept over Marceline’s flawless skin, his fingertips exploring the gentle dips and curves of her legs and his palms kissing over every surface they came in contact with. He ran his hands from her hips, down over her inner thighs, and underneath to her soft, round buttocks, even gently grabbing these shapely mounds to taste them with his skin.
“Oooooooh, yes, Finn. Oh…make love to me with those warm, soft hands of yours.” Marceline moaned. “Oooh…you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Hehehe…I’m sure, honey. This is maaaad awesome. I am lovin’ it.”
As Finn spent a little time squeezing and adoring Marci’s rump, he began to notice a strange scent in the air. As he sensed that the source must be right in front of him, he subconsciously began holding firmly to her fine ass’s cheeks and pulling her body closer to him. “Ooh, Marceline…what is that?” He brought her pussy’s plump lips closer and closer to his nose.
“Huh? What’s up, Finn?” Marceline queried at Finn’s curious question.
Finn started taking in short, shallow, sniffing breaths through his nose, as well as long, adoring drinks of air. He couldn’t explain it. It was very animal like: a musk that, in other situations, he might have passed on as…unattractive. Yet, he couldn’t explain why he was so drawn to it. It was sweet…heavy…tempting…tasty. His eyes glazed over and his eyelids came half-closed. His lips puckered, ready to plant them forth upon unfamiliar ground. He closed his eyes, brought her body, her sweet, tasty lips, forth to his, and moaned, “Oh, Marceline…” With pure animal lust coursing through his hard, pounding heart, he pressed his lips to hers and began making love to her sweet, warm, lovely pussy.
Marceline drew in a deep hard breath as she felt Finn’s firmly pronounced mouth press deep against her meat. Slowly, he began moving his face from side to side, pressing and pleasuring her pussy with firm, gentle action. She arced her back slowly. “Ohh, Finnnhh…” she moaned, and she gently folded her legs to wrap around him.
Finn didn’t seem to be much in control of his actions anymore. He stroked around her inner thighs, orbiting her vulva, and teasing her with his lips and nose. Then, returning to his point of interest, he opened his mouth and began laying his tongue upon the lower half of her lips, where a nice amount of heat and a sweet, gentle moistness was collecting. He tasted her, gently, scooping his tongue slightly into her love canal and teasing her inner meats with its hot, moist, firmly pronounced tip.
“Ohhohglahhb, yes, Finn.” Marci moaned, her pussy slightly tensing with delight. She began sucking in hard breaths through closed teeth as she felt his tongue stroke upon the entry to her hot love tunnel. “Oooh…oh, yeah…” she continued as Finn tongued and tongued her sweet meat…then he made a fairly critical, but, understandable mistake. Slipped his tongue upwards and stroked firmly across her clitoris. He expected the same reaction that Bubblegum had…but got a different one.
“AGH!!!” Marceline yelped, almost like a puppy. “Ooogh! No…don’t!”
“Wah…what’s wrong?” Finn backed up into Marceline’s ankles, scared that he really hurt her. “Did I…uh…hurt you?”
“Hehe, no, not exactly, Finn.” Marceline spoke reassuringly. “I guess this would be rule number one for giving it to the body of your favorite girl. So…rule number one…stay away from the hot spots. Save them…for later.”
Finn was taken aback at this. “Yeah? Like…this thing here?” Finn placed his curious little fingers around Marceline’s clitoris, looking at it in the light like a freshly found gem.
“Hehe, yeah. It’s not ready for any hard lovin’ yet, hehehe. Remember that that thing’s reeeal sensitive.”
“Oh…I see. Hey, what is this thing anyway?”
“Hehe, that’s my little clitty.” Marceline said, getting a real kick out of Finn’s childlike curiosity. He really was focused upon it. “It’s usually called a clit or clitoris, which is its full name, by the way.”
“Oh…” Finn replied, confirming that he absorbed the tidbit of useful information. “…Sheee’s pretty, Marceline. Can I kiss her n tell her I’m sorry?”
“Hahaha, oh my glob, Finn!” Marceline could barely believe what he said. She wasn’t sure if he was delirious or just being playful. She loved it, however, without a doubt. “Hehehe, sure, Finn. Just be gentle with my little clitty…she’s real sensitive.”
“Ahh, ookay…” Finn kissed the sweet, little nub and then nuzzled it gently with his lips and nose.
“Anhh…ooh, careful, hun.” Marci warned as the pleasure was super concentrated.
“I’ll see you later, sweetie.” Finn said, leaving the cute, little nibblet behind. “Mmm…where was I? Oh, yeah, heheh…” Finn continued going down on Marci’s lower lips.
He took his time, tonguing and working her pussy, loving her sweet, tuneful moans and enjoying her sweetness until it became moist and juicy. “Ahh…ooh…okay, Finnie…I want you to take your fingers and spread me open.”
Finn excitedly did as he was told. He took his two index fingers and put them on either side of her lips to gently pull them apart.
“Ahh, good. Now, see the tiny hole above my big hole? I wantcha to go ahead and tongue that little sweetie. But GENTLY…if you please.”
“Hehe, gotcha, babes.”
Finn opened his mouth wide and carefully placed his tongue onto the little, sticky hole and began to gently massage it with his tongue.
“Ohhh, yeah, that’s good.” Marceline moaned in a nearly growling voice.
As Finn worked over the strange little hole, Marceline started to twitch her legs slightly, tensing and contracting them with every gentle prod, every push and circle his hot little tongue gave to her. Her toes began curling and she began hugging him with her legs. “Ohhhh, glahhb! Oooooohhh glahhb yeah…Oh…yeah…suck my clit, Finn. Time for you to give her a thorough workout.”
“Heheh, cool. Alrighty, little clitty, you’re Finn’s candy for the taking.” he said, congratulating himself for finally reaching this ‘level’ of the game. His soft lips gently clamped down over her and he began sucking several sucking kisses from the sweet, firm little nibblet. He then began running his tongue over the hot, tense nub of flesh, enjoying how it seemed to answer back with equal firmness.
“Ehhhg…ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! Fuckhhh! Yeah, Finnhhh! Ohhhh! Glahhhb! Taste my clitty like thathh…oooohhh. Ahhhghhh… oh, you’re gonnah… Ohhh, yeahhh… you’re gonna make me…ahhh!” Marceline moaned constantly as Finn tongued and tongued her clit. Her legs coiled around him with crushing strength as the entire face of her lower body began to tense and throb. Suddenly, a steady stream of clear, shiny fluid began flowing from between her lips, and Marceline screamed, “STOPHHH!!! Stophh! Stophhh… hhh… hhhh… ohhhh… ooohh, yeahh.”
Finn looked with amazement. “Wow, Marceline…did…did I make you leak?”
“Hehehh… hahahahhh… oohhhh… heheh, not exactlyhh, Finnhhh… just know that you did somethinghhh… ooohh… really… gooodhhh… ahhhhhhh…” Marceline said as she finished her climax. “Mmmm…you, loverboy…just made me cum.”
“I…wah?”
“Hehehe, that’s what it’s called when you make your lover pop and spill all their love juice for you. Call it, like…beating a boss creature on one of BMO’s games…but not really though, hehe. Remember, gentle, gentle.”
“Oooh. Yeah, now I get it! So there is a cool end to this shpizz! That’s awesome! This sex stuff is, like, tenth level, slamacow!”
“Hahaha!” Marceline laughed heartily. She had to congratulate his new found enthusiasm. “Hmm…but…you don’t know that men and women explode when they do it to each other? Not even when they do it with themselves?”
“Wah? Men AND women?” Finn looked himself over. “You mean that I can too?”
“Haahahaha! Sure you can, Finn.” Marceline rotated her body to float upright. She loosened up her robe and revealed her body to him.
“Wow…you got nice ta-tas, mamasita.” Finn commented upon viewing her lush, lovely breasts.
Marceline promptly pressed herself against his body and wrapped him in her furs. “Mmmm…thanks, Finnie.” she said as she slowly slid herself down, caressing herself from breasts to face upon him, even giving him a cute, little smooch on the way down. “…You want me to show you how guys explode?” she asked as she grabbed on to his stiff little member. She didn’t even wait for an answer. She simply looked up into his cute, shocked little face and began smiling naughtily as she began unwrapping his lower body. This made Finn reasonably nervous.
“Uhh…ggyeah… hehe…sure hon… eyyooou do that…y-yeah.”
“Haaahahaha…don’t worry, Finn,” Marceline said as she slipped down his pants and left them to coil around his ankles. “I won’t bite…I’ll just…suck you dry, heheheeeeh…”
Marceline’s last comment left Finn biting his lip in a slight spell of fear, but, when she gently took hold of his meat and let loose her long, slippery, snake-like tongue to begin slithering and wrapping around his testicles, he forgot about his fears completely. He felt as if an electric current was surging through his hips as she licked and coiled her hot, narrow muscle over his sensitive sack. His mind went hazy as she began massaging his meat and stroking him firmly, up and down. “Aghhhh… ohhhhh… huhhh… M--Marceline…” he panted as she tiled her head and began sucking a kiss up and down his shaft.
“Mmmmm…” she moaned, “…I love young, tasty, virgin cock.”
She sucked him higher and higher up his shaft, until she finally got to his smooth, sensitive head, and slipped him inside her mouth.
“Hhhhohhhhgh…” Finn let out a hot huff and his knees went weak. Marci’s warm, slippery lips bore down on him with a masterful stroke and gentle tightness. She corkscrewed her lips left and right as she continued to suck him up and down. One…two…three…and Finn began shaking like a leaf in the wind. “Aghhh!” he cried as he began to cum, spilling a great deluge of vintage white cream into Marceline’s mouth…and she was very grateful.
Her body began to writhe in a slow, snakelike wiggle. Finn’s cum seemed to make her tastebuds tingle as she sucked down every drop that he had to offer. A furnace churned white hot inside of her. She had forgotten how much more of a pleasure a man’s ‘white’ gave her, over a shade of red. “Mmmmmph…ohhhhh…oh glob, Finn. You taste so gooohhhhd! Ohmmmmmmph…” she moaned as she continued sucking on his oversensitive member. More, more, more, she wanted, sucking down every last drop his head could give her, until there was nothing left…but still, her tingling body and the sudden rush of life force that surged through her torso, caused by the ingestion of sweet, thick, hot man juice, left her utterly insane for more of it. “Anhhhhh… more, Finnh!!! Cum in me morehh!!!”
“Ugh…ahggg!!! Gahhhh!!! Marci! Stop! Staaaaaahhhhppppnghhhh!!!!” Finn begged, his body jittering and jolting as if he was sticking his hands into an electrical socket. It wasn’t until he involuntarily slapped her across the face that she finally came to her senses…eventually, at least.
Marceline flew back from the impact. She then brought herself to float, belly down and face forward to Finn, with the intention of capturing him. She hissed, fangs born in a mouth wide open, and her eyes glowed ember red. Finn cringed, bracing for impact and squeezing his eyes shut as to not see when it actually happened. Thankfully, Marceline took notice of herself.
“Huh? Oh…oh glob, Finn…I’m so sorry! Are you alright?!” Marceline rushed forward and softly took hold of his hands to communicate to him that she was now in control. It helped, slowly, as Finn loosened his body up and carefully opened his eyes towards her.
“You’re…not gonna…” Finn said, still wincing from her previous posture.
“No! No, I’m so sorry! I just…I lost control after drinking your love juice, Finn. I’m so sorry. I forgot what effect it could have, especially on a vampire lady, like me. It…makes me go nutsoz.”
“Y…Yeah?”
“Yeah…It’s like getting a jolt from a hundred shades of red, in one serving.”
Finn raised his eyebrows. That was interesting, he had to admit, but, it didn’t do much to reassure him that she was in control of herself. She reasonably saw this.
Marceline came forward, as gently as she could, and slowly took him in her arms. Her warm, soft body pressed against his and her arms and hands moved over him, comforting him in his shocked state of mind. Slowly, he began to calm down. “I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you, Finn. Especially not like this, when we’re sharing ourselves with each other. You gotta to believe me.” Marceline said to the boy, nuzzling her cheek to his forehead, even gently brushing her lips against him there in a soft, informal kiss. Finn could feel her sincerity. He believed her.
Finn raised his arms and slipped them inside her fur robe and embraced her back. He lovingly pressed his face to her bosom, intimately enjoying her body, the feel of her soft, warm breasts and gentle nipples, and yet, he simply did it to give his reassurance, his acceptance of her. “I believe you, Marceline.” he said, gently pressing his ear to her still beating, undead heart, more alive than even most living persons that he knew.
“Thanks so much, Finn. It means a lot.” Marceline replied.
They embraced, a warm, solid state of nature. A few moments afterward, Finn pulled back from Marceline and relieved himself of all articles of clothing. He climbed back onto her body then and rested himself on top of her. Marceline approved, enjoying, for the first time in literal centuries, a warm, living body, a man, enjoying her sweet, soft, sexy self, through the simple contact of skin on skin. She wrapped him up in her furs as he lay upon her, caressing her breasts with his face, his cheeks and soft lips nuzzling against her soft mounds and sweet nipples, as he seemed to curl and ball up inside of her.
“…Hey, Marceline?” Finn suddenly broke the silence.”
“What’s up, Finn?”
“I know, ya know…things are kinda over, for the day, but, can you show me some more later? Or…tomorrow, or whenever, I mean.”
Marceline smiled on her sweet, little sex puppy. “Sure, Finn. Anything you want.”
Finn locked eyes with her a moment and smiled. He then shifted around on her body, laying belly to belly on top of her, so he could get a more comfortable position. Without meaning to, and definitely without knowing that his manhood had gotten stiff, yet again, from all this warm, skin on skin contact, he slipped his little meat pole right up against Marci’s warm, sticky pussy. Finn’s sudden realization made him jolt and accidentally shove himself up inside of her. They squealed, simultaneously.
“Agh! Oooop…s-sorry, hon. I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Hehe, that’s okay…nghh, Finn.” she humored him with a smile.
Finn started to scramble to pull himself out, but, Marceline smiled and placed her palm upon his rump to keep him from moving. “…You can sleep with it in there, if you want.”
Finn’s eyes widened in reply. It did feel good.
“And don’t worry, lover boy…” she said, holding him close, “…I’ll teach you about that…later.”
And so, they came to rest like that. Finn and Marci embraced each other as she floated them up to her bed chamber, and, eventually, they slept, with Finn nestled, warm, hard, and cozy, up inside Marceline’s sweet, hot, loving cunt, enjoying what they shared and especially what they discovered from each other.

Another day…another button mashing session with BMO.
Finn and Jake were playing an ancient videogame with guns and flying things called airplanes. Co-op and crazy, practically impossible to win, it usually left them yelling hysterically at each other for help, screaming and hollering at the top of their lungs…yet…there was nothing, not a holler, not a whisper, not even a curious, bored little mumble. The awkwardness, however, wasn’t from the both of them. Jake could feel an ominous sort of heat that was rising from Finn, as if he had swallowed Flame Princess herself. This quieted Jake down quite a bit, as, he didn’t exactly know how to handle him.
Jake stared at his friend. He was still as stone and his concentration seemed to be getting his planes shot up without care. Whatever he was thinking about, it wasn’t the game. “Uh…Finn? You alright, bro?”
“…Yeah…I’m fine.” Finn answered in a lifeless monotone. There was no reaction from him. He simply kept continuing and continuing, pumping virtual quarters into this game with no visual intention to win it.
“You sure, dude? This game gronkin’ you up or somethin’? Maybe we should play another one…”
Jake began standing to press some escape buttons on BMO…running straight into the lightning fast appearance of Finn’s hand.
“Finn! Ow! What the glomp, man?!”
“…No…this one’s fine.”
Jake looked him over with a supreme look of confusion upon his face. Finn was so robotic that he could give Neptr a run for his money. Jake wanted to ask, or downright demand, an explanation, but, his thoughts were interrupted by the phone. Finn didn’t look like he wanted to get it.
“Um…yeah, buddy. I’ll be right back.” Jake said, slowly rising to his feet.
“Yeah, you do that…” Finn grumbled after Jake walked away. ‘…It’s probably your giirrrlfriend.’ he said queerly in his mind.
…Apparently it was.
Jake began in the same googoo voiced lines as before, with each syllable stoking Finn’s anger. Yet, he said nothing and did nothing to tip off what he was feeling inside…save for the fact that he all of a sudden began wiping out the enemy fleets and squadrons singlehandedly.
“Hey man, I…holy shmaow! You passed level 1 all by yourself?!” Jake went into shock as he witnessed Finn setting the high score for the game and going farther than either of them had ever gone in a single, day-long sitting.
“…Yeah…s’cool, and, I know…you gotta go help out Prubs again…have fun…go out the door this time though…fixing windows sucks ballnuts.” Finn continued in his lifeless, robotic voice.
Jake was quietly taken aback, once more. “Y…you sure, dude? I mean, if you’re, like, sick or somethin’, I can totally ask if she could take care of it herself…”
“Nah, man. I’m good. Go on. She really needs you.”
“…Oookay…If ya say so, bud. I’ll see ya later, kay?”
“Yeah, yeah. Go on. Have fun.”
Jake went on, taking one more look at his friend’s strange behavior, before he slid on down the ladder.
Finn waited until he heard the door slam behind him…and then all hell broke loose. “GLOB GLOBBIN JAKEN YOUR GLOB GLOBBIN FLIPPIN THIRD ARM GIRL STEALING FLIPPIN FLIPPER WITH YOUR FLIPPIN TOOLS N YOUR FLIPPN ARMS N YOUR FLIPPIN FLIPPIN FLIPS!!! UUUUUAAAAGGHHH!!!!” Finn took out his sword and started slicing air. He swung like a madman, a carefully controlled madman, who was trying his damnedest not to hit any furniture, yet, venting every single emotion he had stored up in his tiny, human body. “YOU DIDN’T SEE ANY OF THIS, GOT IT BMO!?!?”
“Y-yyyyyyeeeesss???” BMO said from around the corner of the couch, shaking like a leaf in the wind.
“UGHAHHHHH… grrrrrrrrhhh… hhh… hhh… I’m gonna take a walkehh.” Finn announced, not quite to the frightened little videogame box, but, in its general direction. “Gahhh, no! I’m…ugh…callin’…”
He wanted to say he was calling Flame Princess, but, he had already done so, earlier in the day. She hadn’t picked up. In fact, she hadn’t been returning his calls over the past few days. ‘Is…is she vetoing our relationship, pocket style?’ He wondered. There was just no way he could know, save for storming over to her place himself, but, in his present condition, there was a good chance she’d take it wrong. It only angered him further. He didn’t want to call Bubblegum, so as to not ‘disturb’ her alone time with Jake…or did he?
Finn grabbed the wireless and turned the dial to Princess Bubblegum’s face. He raised his hand in the air, cocked like a six-gun’s hammer, ready to slam his fist into the call button…and then he saw his gentle reflection in the shiny surface of the screen. He didn’t like what he saw. At the very least, his lack of self control eroded away at what he considered to be his sacred office, his place and calling in the universe…as a genuine hero.
Finn swallowed hard, as if he was choking down a solid stone of his upchucked emotions. Calming himself, he saw BMO cringing in the corner. “…C’mere, buddy.” he said with all the sunshine in his heart he could muster, under his current condition, and opened his arms to give him a hug. BMO was adamant at first, but, soon came to a slight jog to Finn and hugged him tightly. “I’m sorry, buddy. I really shouldn’t have let it all get to me like that.”
“Let what get to you, Finn? You are acting like a chainsaw psycho-knifer from one of those movies we’re not supposed to watch.”
“Aww, I’d like to tell you, but, I can’t. It’s…complicated.” He pulled BMO back and looked into its eyes. “Just know that I’m really, really sorry, and, that I won’t let it happen again.” Finn said, sealing his promise with another warm embrace and a nuzzle of his chin upon BMO’s head.
After a few minutes of playing with BMO like a child on his lap, Finn ushered it away so he could have the room to himself. The walkie talkie sat alone on the table with Bubblegum’s face taunting him like a succubus. He stared at it, not knowing what to do or say…until he thought of Marceline. Finn immediately started turning the dial. “Maybe she could help me out here. Or at least she could help me talk it out or somethi…Marceline? You there?”
“Ohhh, helloo, Finnie. I thought you’d never call.” Marceline answered in a rather peculiar, slow, sultry voice.
Finn was a little puzzled, yet continued. (Their last meeting wasn’t exactly the heaviest thought on his mind at the time.) “Nnyeahhh, well, um, I need to talk to you. Can I come over?”
“Sure thing, Finn. Oh, and, do hurry. I’ve got something to show you.”
“Oh. Easy peasy. I’ll be right over.”
It took Finn an hour or so to get over to Marceline’s cave. He took a quick detour through the Ice Kingdom, dodging a few of Ice King’s blasts along the way, ran a few miles across an endless seashore, caught a ride on a friendly school of leviathans, spanked his way across the rest of the sea voyage on a giant, evil carp, and then floated a few minutes on a miniature iceberg shaped like a painter’s palette. Finally, sweaty and worn from the lengthy, condensed journey, he finally came to rap upon her front door.
“That you Finn?” he heard Marceline call from beyond the wall.
“Yeahp. I’m here.” Finn cried towards the window.
“Hehe, alright. Coooomiiiiing…” Marceline answered, her voice getting closer to the door as she hummed her fry song.
Almost as a reflex, Finn started to sing the lyrics to the song along with her humming. “Hmm…hmm…daddy, why did you eat my fries? I bought them, and they were mine. But you ate them. Yeah you ate my fries, and, I cried, but…”
“…Helloowww, dahdeee…” Marceline spoke in a low, seductive tone, as she slowly slid the door open and sensually leaned on the door post.
Finn choked on his own breath because he drew it in too fast. His eyes bloomed into a gigantic size and his jaw nearly dislocated. “Khhhhooleeeyyyshmmmoooww!” his voice squeaked, high and mousy, as he attempted to speak but couldn’t. Marceline slid up the doorway like a snake, wearing a thin, teasingly see-through negligee. It was blood red with vine-like patterns that made Finn’s eyes trace over her figure as if he was doing so with his tongue.
“Heheee, ayeeem glaaad you like it…loverboy.” her voice was slow and teasing. She annunciated ever syllable delectably, and, the tiny clicks and smacks that spilled from her devilishly glossed cherry lips, from every consonant she spoke, were as rich and sinfully delicious as a thick, dark, chocolate cake.
“Guhuhaaaaaaaahhhgggg…” a fairly unearthly sound gurgled from Finn’s throat as Marceline’s fingertips took hold of the boy’s face and began floating him in through the door. A magic gust of wind closed it behind him and the gentle click of its lock momentarily brought Finn to his senses. Floating him several feet into the air, Marceline took a whiff of her boy toy, right around his neck, and then began dancing and painting her tongue up from his throat to his chin. “Hehehhhhheehhhh…ayeeeeeeneeed to uuuse your shower, heheh, heh…I’m all sweaty ‘n junk! Y-you don’t wanna do that… right now…” His senses became ticklishly sensitive as Marceline sucked kisses from his throat and chin.
“Heheheh, c’mon, Finny. I thought we were past the childish formalities already.” she spoke gently as her body floated closely to his, her face brushing cheek to cheek upon him, “Besides…I like it when you glisten…hero.” her last word whispered into his ear like honey. Unbeknownst to Finn…it was a gentle buffing spell that she felt would come in handy for the hours to come. He suddenly became a bit more relaxed and his confidence increased. He felt more…manly, in a way of putting. She began to fondle gently at his package, cupping and stroking over his delicate sack and then grabbing onto his stiffening glands like a handle, as she slipped her tongue and lips upward across his chin to begin engaging him in a deep, lustful kiss.
Finn tried to follow suit, but, frankly, he was short on info.
“Hmm…no one taught you how to kiss a lady, huh, Finny?”
Finn blushed slightly, “Hehe, yeah. ‘S’all kinda new to me.”
“Aw, don’t worry, Finn.” Marceline said as she continued to massage and pleasure his growing cock. “We’ll take care of that, soon enough…”
Finn smiled with an interested smirk across his lips and a raised brow. He took hold of Marceline, slipping his arms around her body and drawing her close to his. She tumbled slowly backwards in mid air, inverting her body so he could settle on top of her. Embracing warmly and enjoying the feel of her swelling breasts as they kissed upon him, he closed his eyes puckered his lips to invite her in to another kiss.
Marceline smoothly added then, “…Among other things, I mean…”
They began eating kisses off each other’s lips, Finn sucking off of her sweet, tasty flesh and licking over her fangs as if they were candy. He found it interesting, their strange textures, smooth and pointy, yet, hollow at their tips, as if they were volcanoes made of enamel. He didn’t really do it in a sense to pleasure her, but, it was definitely driving her mad. He then began kissing and sucking down her neck as she tossed her head back in passion, presenting its sleek, strong, sensual length to him.
“Ohhhh…” she moaned, “…nhhhh…lots…of other thingsehh…mmmmmhhhhh…”
Marceline began to giggle slightly.
Finn interrupted his actions for a brief and muffled question, why. “Hmmphhmphh…ffwhaphh sffoo fummy? Hmmhmm…” He could barely keep himself from laughing in turn.
“What? Only that you’re sucking on a vampire’s neck is what. Hahaha.”
Finn began laughing into his kiss as he pressed his delicate lips and nose into her neck. He continued to kiss and suck across her, when he asked, “Hey, there’s something I’ve been wondering…about your bite holes.”
“Hehe, yeah?”
“Do they hurt when they get touched?”
“Nah, they don’t.”
“Oh…” Finn was a little relieved, as he was getting close to them. He then added, “…Well then…are they…ticklish?” he said as he began brushing gently over them with his nose and mouth.
“Hhhhehh…hahaha! Stop!” Marceline began giggling hysterically as Finn explored her bite marks, grazing them and breathing over them with hot, passionate, laughing breaths. He even began licking gently over them, treating them like some pussy-like device, found on Marci’s upper body. “Hahaahhhahhahh…ugh…ohhhuhhglahhhb!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Glob, almighty! Why does that feel so good?!?!? Hahhhh…oohhhhglahbohglahhbohglahhb…hahahahaaha! Ohhh, yesss!!!” She screamed and screamed with strange, unimaginable pleasure, until her body seemed to jolt and electrify, making her loose her love juice in a most unexpected fashion. “Aghh!!! Oh! Stop! Stop! Stop! Oh, gahhhhahahaahhh…”
Finn giggled as he enjoyed the warmth from his lightly soaked pants and shirt. Marceline’s legs and arms wrapped around him, her body slowly floating them to the ground as she laughed madly.
“Oh, glahhb. No flippin’ way!!! You made me cum by licking my bite holes?! That’s im-glompin’-possible!!!”
“Hahaha, I know…yet…here we are.” Finn said and they laughed and laughed with Marceline kicking and howling like a dying wolf in the moonlight.
“Wooow. What the flip, girl? You, like, soaked my threads to the bone!”
Marceline suddenly smiled sinisterly up at him. “Well then I guess we’ll just have to get you out of them, won’t we!?”
Finn started laughing as he ‘tried’ to get away. Marceline promptly caught hold of his pants and started tugging them down. Having been dragged down to bind his ankles, Finn’s pants made him topple over like a falling tree. “Wuhu! Wooooow!!!” he cried as he began swimming in mid air. Fortunately, he broke his fall by landing his palms down on the couch, with Marceline close behind, rising up and brushing against his fairly immobile body.
“Hahaha, gotcha.” she purred as she spooned against him from behind. She lapped at his neck while she hugged him with her right arm, making it coil around his body and letting her hand alight warmly against his juice soaked belly. She then reached down between his legs and playfully grabbed hold of his shaft, slightly erect from all this moving around.
“Oww nohw. It seems you haave caught me. What evurr shall ayee dooo?” Finn feinted disappointment as he aligned his lips to hers for a slightly involved kiss.
As they locked lips passionately for a while, Marceline pulled at his body with her arm, urging him to roll over and settle his rump upon the couch so she could have access to all of him. After he was comfortably seated in place, Marci began kissing and licking her way down Finn’s body, skipping over his shirt, and eventually ending up in front of his stiffening love gland. “Oooommmm…” Marceline moaned, playfully, as she kissed up and down his little shaft and began licking up to the top of his head.
“Hahhhh…ohmyglob, Marceline.” Finn commented as he enjoyed the feel of her warm, juicy tongue slip and slither all across his member. Soon enough, after thoroughly lubing him up with her saliva, Marci slipped him inside her lips and began gently sucking upon him. Finn always had a slight ember of fear, in the back of his head, that she just might lose it and bite down on him, but, as she slowly, slowly sucked her lips up and down this tasty, fleshy little lollipop, loving the feel of his hard, attentive shaft so much that she closed her eyes and began sucking hungrily upon him, Finn’s fears melted away, being replaced instead by the pure enjoyment of her warm, passionate mouth as she slowly devoured his flesh. “Oghhhh, glob, Marceline.” Finn moaned as he gently yet frantically shifted between closing his eyes through the sweet, warm pleasure she gave him and watching her with sheer adoration and amazement at how beautiful she looked, slowly twisting and sucking her lips over him, with every rise and fall a silent act of moving poetry. “Ohhh, Marci…Marci, Marci…” Finn moaned and whispered through hot, panting breaths, “…Oh glob, that feels so good…oh glahhb…oh glahhb…” She was eating him up and down, making him feel so good that his hands began to wander forward and gently dip into her locks of shining, raven hair. His fingers began stroking and dipping within the void, eventually coming into contact with her skin and beginning to passionately touch and caress her, making love to her head as it smoothly shifted from left to right, rising and falling as if she was the sea itself.
“Mmmmphhh…” Marceline moaned, loving the feel of his gentle fingertips upon her scalp. They stroked, they massaged, and they tenderly tickled her, making her gently wake her sleepy, passionate eyes to make hot, sensual, spiritual contact, as they locked in a loving stare with Finns. His eyes helplessly adored her. They consumed her picture perfect image as she swallowed him whole and then slowly slid him out of her mouth. She fed off his adoration and began sucking him harder and faster, hungry to give him more pleasure and ignite the fires within him. Sweet little clicks and smacks began erupting from the union of her lips upon his shaft, especially when she hungrily sucked upon his tiny yet meaty head. Finn’s eyes rolled back in his head and his upper body collapsed backward, rolling in the seas of fiery pleasure that she was giving him as she sucked and sucked, slowly yet urgently, with smooth rising and falling. “Mmmmmph…” she moaned as she enjoyed the flavor of his tasty flesh, loving the hardened texture as she continued to devour his manly lollipop.
“Oghhhh…oh, Marcelinehhh…oh…eat me with those sweet lips of yours, baby. Drink me up with that hot, honey mouth of yours.” Finn began whispering sweet nonsense as his body began to writhe in place. As Finn gently grabbed at the roots of her hair, she placed her hands steadily upon the flat of Finn’s body, resting them upon the face of his hips, and began dipping and thrusting her lips upon him. She sucked and sucked, hungrily and passionately, upon him, making loud sucking noises erupt from her lips as she devoured him. “Ohhh! Oh, yeaghhh! I’m gonna explodeuhh!!!” Finn cried into the air as his body tensed up. Marceline grabbed hold of him, making rings with her thumbs and index fingers of both hands, steadying the base of his shaft with her right hand while she began pumping him with her left. She sucked swiftly, again and again, all but fucking his meaty head with her lips, as she pumped and sucked over all of him, to get at the sweet juices within. “OH GAHHHHHHBUHHHHH!!!” Finn screamed and Marceline capped his head with her lips.
She pumped his shaft at lightning speed as he exploded his juices forth into her mouth. “Mmmmmphmmmmmmmmmhmmmmm…” Marceline moaned as she began milking the cum from his shaft, stroking and stroking passionately over him while she lovingly sipped him like a straw. His sweet, thick gift began flooding down the back of her throat and her body began to tingle with fiery shocks as his seed was absorbed into her. “Mmmmoahhhh…Ohh yess, Finnhhh…” Marceline moaned as she painted her lips and tongue wildly with strings of the stuff, continuously kissing and rubbing her lips over him so she could lick the sweet, hot droplets of cum from her cherry red peaches and continue to tongue and suck for more.
His geyser eventually stopped and Marceline settled into a warm round of sweet adoration. She pressed his hot, throbbing manhood against her lips, enjoying the feel of his warm body against her skin. “Ohhh, Finn,” she moaned as she caressed the soft underbelly of his cock with her lips and the tip of her nose, “I loooove this hot little cock of yours.”
“Ohhhyeahhhhh…” Finn moaned in return, finally opening his eyes to stare adoringly at the beautiful sight of Marceline slowly kissing and adoring his tiny, meaty idol, “…And it loves you too, hon.”
A moment passed and Marci rested her head upon his body, playing with his cock as it began to sink down into a slight rest.
“Mmm, you need a break, sweetie?” Marceline asked, her sparkling eyes looking up at her captive hero.
Finn suddenly gave her a look as if to say ‘you’re joking, right?’, and then proceeded to slip all articles of clothing from his upper body. “Gromp that. I wanna put it inside of you now.”
Marceline’s eyes shot wide open. “Jeeez, hero. Can’t stop you now, can I?” she giggled as Finn tugged her closer to give her a kiss. “Mmmmuah…hehe. Alright, mister unstoppable, but, you gotta get me ready.”
“Huh?” Finn said as he kicked off all clothing south of his waist. “You ain’t good to go yet?”
“Hehehe. Ain’t as simple as you think, loverboy.” Marci said as she gently perched her sweet, smooth rump upon his belly. She playfully pointed both of her pointing fingers towards herself, “This…is a woman’s body. It ain’t all as simple plumbing like yours, hero. You gotta rev my engine up, before you ride it.”
Finn raised a brow and perked a smile. “Sounds like a challenge…a tasty challenge too.”
“Now you’re talkin’.” Marci answered bringing her lips down for another sweet peck upon his.
“Oh, by the way, Marci…can you teach me how to do that?” Finn asked in slight embarrassment.
Marceline’s sweet face pouted with light, sweet pity. “Do what, Finny?”
Finn came forward and gave her another sweet kiss upon her lips. “…That…but better.”
“Hmmhmmhmmm…” she giggled, close mouthed and hungry. “Mmmph…” she hummed as she puckered her lips onto his. Their lips smacked as Marceline gently pried his open. “Anything you want, hero.” she said as Finn’s arms slithered and embraced around her legs. His hands became busy with her undercarriage, first by gently grabbing at her smooth, sweet, perky buns, and then by dancing his fingers around her warm, juicy little keyhole to begin unlocking her body to him. “Mmmmmmm…” she moaned as she began dancing and twirling her tongue around his, guiding him to follow suit. She relieved her lips from his for a little while and tickled her nose to his in an Eskimo kiss. She closed her eyes as his fingertips massaged sweetly around her moistening pussy. Her hot, sweet breath blew in blasts about his mouth as she touched her lips to his once again. Gently, she whispered, “Nnnnhhhh…ANYTHING you want.”

Princess Bubblegum was experimenting with miniature candy people in her room, adding and subtracting limbs from oddly shaped creatures and placing them in different controlled environments, when she received an odd phone call. She gently left her experiments and her clipboard at the tables and raised her goggles to rest upon her head. Reaching the old fashioned zebra chocolate phone, she picked it up, wondering if it was a summons for Ooo royalty. “This is Princess Bubblegum of the Candy Kingdom speaking. May I ask who is calling, please?” she spoke with a genteel manner.
“Hey, Princess. It’s Jake.”
“Oh, hello, Jake. Is everything alright?”
“Well, I dunno, Princess. Finn seems to have gone somewhere and he didn’t even leave a note or nothin’ telling me where he’s gone. Is he off running errands for you?”
“Oh, sorry, Jake. No, he hasn’t contacted me about anything. How long has he been gone?”
“Well, I ain’t seen him since…uh, hehe, since you know…”
Bubblegum blushed on recalling the last time she and Jake had a little session of ‘afternoon delights’. Yet, considering that it was at least a day and a half ago, Finn’s absence troubled her. She tried to stay calm, “Hehe, yeah. Well, I wouldn’t worry too much. He’s probably off blowing steam in some dungeon or something. Hehe, you know how he can be with his adventures.”
“Hehe, yeah, you’re right. I guess it’ll all be cool ‘n he’ll be back soon or somethin’.”
“Yeah. Wells, I gotta get back to my experiments.”
“Yeah, okay. Just call if you, uh, heheh, need anything.”
“Hehehe, don’t worry. I will.”
“laters, Bubblegum!”
“See ya, Jake.”
She hung up the phone.
After a few minutes of thinking, she tried to conclude that what she told Jake was probably right, but, something in the back of her mind kept telling her that this wasn’t the case. She kept putting it off for an hour, with every passing minute multiplying the bother on her. He had been in trouble before and needed rescuing. “Ughhh…I’ll just check this once…”
She left her experiments yet again and went to find her GPS tracker. She vowed to use this device only in such instances where she felt Finn was really in danger. Although she had to admit it might be a little premature to check in on him right this instant, she just couldn’t leave it off any longer. She switched on the device and waited for its readings. “Hmm…according to this…he’s…in Marceline’s cave…whew. They must be working on some songs or something.” she polished the thought, trying to bring her anxieties to an end. Her sigh of relief was short lived, however, when she tried to piece it together. If they were only doing that, why wouldn’t he tell Jake? And if they were working on a song together, wouldn’t he have taken a break by now and gone home?
Princess Bubblegum didn’t like it, yet, she didn’t know if she was worrying over nothing. So, she decided to do some reconnaissance. She began packing various odds and ends into a large backpack. Once she was done with that, she quickly contacted Peppermint Butler and told him that he was in charge until she got back. Finally, she called for her bird, Morrow, and was off to get to the bottom of this, as big or as small as it could end up being.
Bubblegum approached Marceline’s lair from the dry entrance of the cave. She was wearing an experimental stealth shroud which bent light around her body. It still left a blur while she was on the move, but, she could blend completely into her environment, if she stood perfectly still. She began to slip into the shadows and began creeping around the stalactites, stone columns, and stalagmites that were large enough to conceal her wispy path. When she got within a decent visual range of Marceline’s house, she found a good vantage point and quickly, but quietly as she could, unpacked and assembled a sniper rifle. She took out a large magazine of tranquilizer darts but set them aside, only readying them to be locked and loaded, should they be needed. She also unpacked a large, solar flare pistol and holstered it to her thigh. Once she was prepped and armed, she carefully aimed her rifle and scope towards the house and began searching it. Her crosshairs scoured from window to window, looking for Finn and hoping to find that he was alive and well. Through the tiny windows in the front wall and door, she definitely perceived movement, yet, from the angle she was at, she could see nothing. She carefully locked the magazine into the rifle’s well, so she would have less pieces to carry with her, but didn’t proceed to load, as she feared that Marceline would notice the multiple clicks the bolt would make. She simply picked up her rifle and stealthily moved around the house to the rear, where a larger window sat. She hid herself among the various stone formations like before and raised her scope to scour the scene. Finally, she found Finn and Marceline. She began to gasp but quickly swallowed her breath, making her reaction sound more like a hiccup. She hoped to heavens high that Marceline didn’t hear her, as the consequences would be dire, but, due to the fact that she was distracted…very, very well distracted, even in understatements, Marceline couldn’t possibly have heard her. When she settled herself back down, as much as she could, Bubblegum peered once more through the scope to continue viewing Finn and Marceline’s…activities. She swallowed hard. Marceline was in a state that Bubblegum had never seen before. The same went for Finn. He was eating Marceline out like a god.
Marceline was floating, rather helplessly, as Finn enjoyed tonguing the slippery inner meats of her pussy. He was holding her in place by firmly cupping the rosy buns of her ass, pulling her body towards him while he constantly ate her out. His thumbs reached up and around her pussy’s lips, spreading them apart so he could feast on her tasty flesh, close eyed in ecstasy, licking and licking her delicious cunt, while she shifted and moaned in place.
Bubblegum continued to observe, amazed at the fact that Marceline looked as if she was singing. She reached around her bag and grabbed for a directional microphone. When she had it in hand, she took out and plugged in a set of headphones. Once these were set upon her head, she held the mic in her left while she supported her rifle in her right and continued to observe.
“Ohhhhh…hahh…hahhh…ohhh yeahhh…ohmyglob…ohh…eat mehhh…ohhh yeah…ohh glob, Finnhhh…ohh glob…” Marceline moaned continuously. After a good long while of doing her with his tongue, Finn pulled Marceline’s body down to the floor and then placed his hands on either side of her pussy. After spreading Marci’s lips with his hands, he buried his face into her body. “Aghhh! Oh glob, Finnhhhh!!! Ohhh…oh…not again! Oh glob yes!!! Oh…oh…ohhhhhh!” Marceline suddenly went wild. Bubblegum began biting her lower lip as she couldn’t see exactly what Finn was doing. Whatever it was, it was making Marci scream and thrash like a wounded animal. She screamed and screamed with immeasurable pleasure for at least five minutes, before she held herself in a rather intense position, digging her claws into the carpet and screaming silently while her eyes rolled back in her head and her body quivered. It was as if she was being electrocuted. Finn suddenly let up, backing his face away from her body, and then it became clear to Bubblegum what was happening. Marceline was squirting and Finn was bathing his lips adoringly in it.
Bubblegum gasped. “…Oh my grorsh…” she whispered to herself. “Not even I’ve squirted that hard before…if…even at all…” she thought to herself. True, she may have oozed or even splashed a little, but, she had never gone full geyser before like Marceline. It almost became depressing to her as she thought on, but then, Bubblegum’s attention returned to her scope as she noticed Finn going in on Marci yet again.
“Ohhhhhh…glahhh…ooohh yes, Finn…” she moaned as Finn dipped his fingers into her love canal. He continued to tongue her juicy little cunt, somewhere around her little pee hole, while his finger did…something, inside of her. Bubblegum couldn’t see what he was doing exactly, yet again, since all his actions were internal, but, it looked as if he was pulling on her from the inside, making it look almost as if her entire pussy was throbbing, slowly and forcefully. Marceline couldn’t even moan anymore. She simply settled into a whole, silent session of writhing in place while she panted constantly, open mouthed and slowly wagging her head from side to side. She was so enveloped in total pleasure that her eyes kept closed, making her look as if she was on the verge of fainting. Then, after a nice, long measure of time, with Finn simply fingering and eating her out, he brought his hips forward, positioning his stiff, simple looking meat pop before her lips so he could take the plunge. Marceline calmed herself down then, opening her eyes and looking deeply into his. “You’re never gonna stop fucking my little pussy, are you.” she spoke with a slight giggle.
“Na ah.” Finn answered with no space for escape. He came forward slowly upon her, his body and his lips descending upon hers, as his member began to slip into her pussy’s hot, juicy lips. “This pussy…” he said as he began to touch his lips to hers, “…is aaall mine.”
“MMmmmph!” Marceline moaned into Finn’s mouth as he all but swallowed her mouth into his. Slowly yet firmly, Finn began shoving his hips forward, pushing his hard member into her with quick, forceful strokes. Marceline was so pleasured by Finn’s fucking that she raised her jittering arms to embrace him roughly, all the while they sucked and swiveled, mouth to mouth. As Bubblegum watched, she even noticed a tear escape Marceline’s eye.
Bubblegum was shocked beyond measure. Surely, with Finn’s inexperience with the ladies and the fact that Marceline was a wild woman with a thousand years of experience behind her belt, she would only be faking, right? Yet, witnessing all that her body was doing, Bubblegum knew that this assumption was wrong. There were ravenous actions going on inside their mouths that Bubblegum could only imagine were happening, and, Finn was thrusting his little lollipop of a cock into her in such a manner that she could only come to the conclusion that he knew exactly what he was doing. More importantly…she knew that he was hitting Marceline’s bullseye…constantly. The picture was passionate, as Finn started kissing and sucking down Marceline’s neck and farther to begin kissing and sucking upon her full, attentive breasts and stiffened nipples. All the while, he did not break his rhythm, pumping and pumping his shimmering love needle into her body, heavy laden with rivers of dripping love juice. Bubblegum couldn’t take it. She was burning up inside, aching as she watched her hero’s thin, unimpressive body give a wild cougar of a woman the fuck of a lifetime. Bubblegum let the directional mic flop over as she left it on the stone. She slowly took her free hand to drag up her dress, almost unaware that she was doing it. When her long gown was clear and free, she pressed her fingers into her hot, steamy pussy and began to ravish her clit, jolting her own body with the hard, shocking pleasure that she had been craving. “Hahhh…hahhh…oh glahb, Finn…” she panted as she watched him pump his hard meat stick into Marceline’s body and feast passionately on her swollen breasts and nipples. She orbited and swiped her middle finger into her clit with such hunger, wishing she could switch places with Marceline and know exactly what he was doing to make her moan so crazily. He pumped and pumped and pumped, until Marceline’s body suddenly tensed and her back arched. Finn suddenly rose up off of her and gave her some room while she shuddered and shook. She gave off such a splash of love juice that Bubblegum could see it wash for a moment up to his naval, before it died down, but still, Marci tensed and shuddered. After a good, hard minute or two of freezing in place, Marceline’s body calmed back down…and Finn began fucking her again.
“Oh glahb, Finn. Oughhh…am I gonna be your fuck doll now, huh? Are you gonna make me your sex slave?” she moaned as Finn pumped and pumped into her pussy, again and again.
“Mmmm, you got it, honey. You’re my fuck doll now.” Finn said passionately, as he sucked on her neck. “Your tits…your ass…and every inch of this hot, love hole of yours…it’s mine. My cock’s gonna eat every inch of it, every single day, for the rest of your life. I’m gonna fuck you for aall eternity.”
“Ohh glahhb…for all eternity?! You’re gonna fuck my pussy for aaahhll eternity?!”
“Oooooohhh yeah, baby. This pussy is mine…all mine!” Finn said, the very thought driving him to fuck her pussy with such animal passion that the hot clicks and smacks coming from Marceline’s hot, tight pussy lips nearly echoed into the cave. He pounded and pounded his cock into her pussy, making her wrap her legs around him as he stuffed her love box with his meaty gifts.
Bubblegum began matching Finn’s pace. She began sloshing her lips with all of her fingers, stroking and rubbing into her pussy’s sweet, slippery meat as she watched Finn take Marceline with such unstoppable pleasure. Even her imagination began getting the better of her, as she mindlessly imagined Finn pumping her from behind, constantly taking her pussy and sparking up all her sweet spots with sharp shot precision. “Oh glob, Finnhhh…Take me, big boyhh.” she moaned as she continued to watch his every action. Marceline began arching her body again, cumming and cumming onto Finn and pulling him up off the ground as she began to levitate. Her legs embraced him forcefully, causing him to press his cock deep into her excruciatingly tight cunt, and, as she squeezed down upon his member, such a shock of pleasure shot through Finn’s body that it caused him to grit his teeth together and begin spilling his hot, thick, love lava deep into her pussy, filling her and filling her with so much cum that it began oozing out from her tight, swallowing lips. Seeing this incredible feat occur before her very eyes, Bubblegum shoved all four of her fingers into her hot, juicy pussy, causing her to gush a small spring of her own love juice over her hand. For one small moment in time, all three of them were united in an indescribable climax, holding their breaths together in an eternity of enormous pleasure…and then they all collapsed.
Bubblegum lay on the cold stone of the cave, gasping for air, while Marceline floated back down to the rug, with Finn laying down on top of her, his member still throbbing inside her incredibly satisfied pussy.
Finn nuzzled his cheek to one of Marceline’s nipples. “Mmmmm, who’s my awesome fuck doll?” Finn asked, playfully and adoringly.
“Mmmm…I am.” Marceline answered through sleepy eyes as she lovingly nestled her chin into Finn’s head, through his long, golden locks. Worn and weary, they began to drift off to sleep, the hero and the vampire queen.
A good few yards away, Bubblegum began succumbing to her body, drained by emotions, shock, and climax. Fainting from weariness herself, she took one last leap in thought. “…You’ve…been fucking her for a whole day straight, Finn?” she said as her vision blurred and she felt the cloak fall upon her face. She could only think of one word to sum up her reaction, encompassing the realization of Finn’s animal style endurance:
“…Fuck.” the Princess gasped to herself, as she drifted unconscious.
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