Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I've returned with another sordid little story of mine that doubtless falls outside the general norm. I'll be honest, this began as a small idea I just wanted to get out of my head in a simple one-shot type deal, and just sort of got extremely out of hand. Be forewarned, this story is FAR more graphically inclined than my previous work. Really, that was the whole intention of this tale. So if you are the sort to be easily offended by explicit scenarios, there's little for you to find here. For the rest, I do sincerely hope you enjoy my deplorable machinations. Now then, on with the story.
Far away in the Grasslands of Ooo, the last stubborn rays of sunlight were being slowly withdrawn across the windswept fields, impeded only by the lone, yet massive tree situated in the center of the near barrens. But though the sun may have been receding from its' diurnal duties, the night was young and had yet to come in to its' full right. The cessation of daylight did not bring to an end the activities of the lands' inhabitants, many of whom truly had yet to begin to enjoy their waking agenda.
Within the iconic Treefort, a familiar yellow bulldog cast a final wary, concerned glance over to his young companion. He scanned the young man sitting on the old couch at the back of the room. He was slumped lazily against the piece, sitting so far his back pressed against the bottom seat cushion. He held in his hands a small controller whose wire ran up and into a small computer-like device set on the table in front of the couch, its' screen casting a flickering green light on the man's face. His visage betrayed an intense boredom plaguing him, assuming, of course, that he was in the best possible mood. The small dog himself stood at the edge of a ladder that would take him to the building's entrance floor.
"Okay Finn, I'm uh, going over to Lady's now." The dog said from across the room.
"Alright." The lad replied in an uninterested tone.
"You know I'll be gone until late tomorrow, so uh, if you need anything, now's the time to ask." Said the animal.
"Nope." Finn answered, equally as monotone as before.
"Kay then. Bye, I guess." The dog said, disappointed he had been unable to elicit a better response from the boy.
"Later Jake." Finn said, not even bothering to tear his gaze away from the video game that was currently making a fool of him.
Jake let out a somewhat sad sigh as he descended the ladder. He had grown rather concerned for his poor little brother as of late. Finn had seemed inexplicably depressed in the last few weeks. Though it was not exactly debilitating, or even really bad, it was clear that Finn had little interest in just… anything. His adventuring had slowed measurably and didn't seem to give him the rush it normally did. It was almost like he was committed to making himself bored, if not miserable. The worst part for Jake was that he had absolutely no clue as to what brought on this melancholy.
Jake had done his best to try and help Finn escape from this sudden funk. As he made his way through the twilight he contemplated on the failed attempts he'd made to cheer Finn up. 'I just don't get it. I've done everything I can think of for Finn. I've taken him to the most exciting and dangerous places in Ooo, let him fight some of the most dangerous creatures known in existence, helped him see some of the most astounding things mere mortals could ever hope to gaze upon! Hell, I even get him to go on a date with slime princess… Although, in retrospect, I should've have seen that causing more damage than help.'
As he crested a small hill, the form of his long-time girlfriend's home came into view. His face brightened and his tail started to wag as thoughts of his beloved Lady Rainicorn started to fill his head. 'Well… Finn's a tough kid. He can take me not worrying about him for a little while.'
Back in the Treefort, Finn watched through glazed eyes as his character on the screen died for the umpteenth time that night. With an annoyed sigh he set aside the controller.
"BMO, load up something else while I go grab a drink." He spoke, seemingly to himself. Oddly enough, though, as he began to rise the screen of the small computer changed to display a cute digital face.
"Sure thing Finn." The odd device replied to his organic roommate. Although the machine generally tended to act on the bright side of matters, its' voice betrayed a small bit of concern, sharing their absent cohort's concerns for the young man.
Just beyond the walls of the fort, and very different and very uninvited figure found herself levitating high above the confines of the ground, peering in through the window to spy upon the naïve human who dwelt within.
'Well, well, well… what have we here? Poor little Finn all alone?' The wicked woman thought as she followed the movement of the fort's ignorant denizen. As he left the room, the daring voyeur circled the air around the house in an attempt to relocate her target. She found him again as he made his way into the kitchen. Following his every movement, she watched as he retrieved a can of cola from the refrigerator. Setting it on the counter, Finn shuffled a bit to grab a glass from a high cabinet. Vessel in hand, he moved to the fridge again, opening the freezer and retrieving a handful of ice which was deftly deposited into the glass. He moved back to the counter, setting the glass down, but before he could pour his beverage something drew his attention, forcing his head to crane over to the side.
He seemed to shout something back towards the previous room, but from the girl's hiding spot she could not hear inside the house. Finn looked to give an annoyed sigh before setting aside the glass and heading towards the evident source of disturbance. As Finn left the room, a devilish grin found its' way across the face of his unknown visitor. This was precisely the sort of situation she'd been hoping for. Moving her small hands to the window, she pressed her digits against the glass and lifted, finding it had not been locked. Raising the impromptu entrance to fully open, she slipped into the massive oak. Perhaps others in the business of breaking and entering would feel at least a little uneasy in the knowledge that they were trespassing, but the girl felt absolutely no discomfort in her current situation. It was far from the first time she'd found herself in here, even when the building was otherwise occupied.
Leisurely floating over to the boy's forgotten glass, the woman's nimble fingers quickly opened the can of off-brand cola. The carbonated liquid that was contained within fizzled violently, a small amount of foam breaching the hole, but not a large enough quantity to spill over the can's ridges. She poured the drink into the glass, slowly so as to assure it did not overflow. Once the fizz had settled, the brown liquid filled over two thirds of the glass. Setting the now half-full can aside, the intruder reached into the back pocket of her jeans and pulled out a relatively large disk-shaped black pill. Eyeing it closely, the girl felt herself growing giddy at the thought of what this simple, small object would make of her night.
'This is gonna be a fun evening.' She thought. Her eyes quickly snapped away towards the room's exit as she heard a muffled voice followed by footsteps approaching her location. Knowing Finn was fast approaching, the woman enclosed the pill in a tight fist, crushing the medicine to a fine powder. Opening her hand, she let the fine granules slip into the waiting drink. A quick lift and swirl of the fluid ensured the powder dissolved completely, now totally unrecognizable to any who were unaware of the foreign substance. Her ploy set, the woman was out of the house as quickly as she had entered. As she closed the window, the only trace that she had been there at all was now the open can and full glass. She made it back to her previous peeking spot just in time to see the young man reenter the kitchen.
"... just a bat-rat BMO! We get them all the time!" Finn shouted back up to the living room as he came back to his interrupted business. He blew an annoyed huff at having to deal with such a petty matter, thinking his friend to be a total coward. 'Honestly. Those things aren't even as big as my socks. And they're about as threatening.' Having thought that, then, he did feel a slight remorse and mentally reprimanded himself. 'Though I guess to BMO that'd be like the size of a fire wolf. I should really try to go easier on him.' With his mildly sour mood now regressing to his previous mildly somber mood, he shook off the small disturbance and looked back to the kitchen, just wanting to get his drink already.
Coming up to the counter, Finn was surprised to find the glass already filled with his chosen bubbling liquid. 'Wait' he though, confused. 'Did I already pour this? I could've sworn… Oh well. Must've just forgot.' Finn didn't care enough to press the question any further. In any case, he hadn't always fully trusted his memory. These sorts of things tended to happen from time to time, and this event seemed benign enough that he believed he could have easily forgotten doing the deed himself. Shrugging to himself, he grabbed the glass as well as the can, turning around to head back to the other room.
He failed to notice the shadows moving outside the windows as he made his way back to the couch. Sitting down, he set the can aside on the table. He took a sip of the overtly sweet liquid in his glass before setting that down on the edge of the table. Picking up the controller, Finn moved his eyes to the computer screen before him, now displaying the main menu to a new game. Pressing start, he began to mindlessly lose himself in the game world once more.
Around ten minutes into his new session, he quietly offered to the small computer before him, "Sorry about earlier, BMO," speaking quick and lowly.
"It's okay Finn. It was kind of silly of me." The machine responded.
Another half-hour passed with no further interaction between the two. Finn did not mind in the slightest, preferring the down time to any sort of extended conversation. BMO, however, was still sensing an amount of gloom within the kid. It didn't enjoy seeing Finn this way any more than Jake did, and had about as good an idea on his behavior as the dog. Seeing as how Jake would be away for some time, BMO felt no choice but to take it upon itself to try and help Finn. Anything would be better than just watching Finn laze around and rot.
"You know Finn… Jake's been sort of concerned about you lately. So have I." The bot spoke in a concerned tone, yet even though speaking continued to display Finn's game on the screen.
Finn offered a raised eyebrow, but no other facial indications. "I don't know why. Nothing's going on." He replied, voice giving no hint as to his feelings.
"It's just… You seem kind of down lately." BMO explained.
"I really don't know what to tell you. There's nothing that you two should be worrying about me." Finn replied, keeping his voice almost painfully dull.
"Come on, Finn. You know if there's anything wrong you can tell me and Jake, right? We care about you." BMO said, all but pleading with Finn to say something with some actual substance.
Finn sighed and paused the game. He set the controller on the couch beside him and reached over to pick up the glass. Three-quarters of the drink still remained and he downed it all in a single gulp. Setting the glass back down, he was about to pour himself the rest from the can, but stopped when he felt a slight… tug at his mind. Bringing his hand back, he just let himself slump against the back of the couch.
Noting Finn had seemingly given up on the game, BMO closed the program, returning the screen to its' own face, an expression of concern evident upon it.
"I'm sorry if it seems that way, but I really don't know what to tell you guys." Finn noted that he suddenly felt extremely sluggish all of the sudden, tired, like he was ready to pass into slumber at any moment.
"It's not the first time you've looked like this. Ever since… well… the whole thing with Flame Princess…" BMO started but trailed off, slightly reluctant to start dredging up old memories like these. Nonetheless, he continued.
"…Well, after that you just seemed crushed. And ever since then, it just… sort of seems like you haven't totally gotten over it." BMO cautioned voicing its' own theory.
Finn thought back to over two years prior, when he'd ended the last relationship he'd had. He certainly couldn't deny that he'd felt devastated at the time. He'd really thought Flame Princess would be the one he would love his whole life, but the two just couldn't find a way to make it work. Lost in memory, he barely noticed his eyelids slowly closing, just finding the time to snap himself back into awareness. But try as he might, Finn couldn't keep his focus any longer, not on the Flame Princess, not on BMO, not on anything. He felt his thoughts slow to a crawl. The room began to sway almost imperceptibly.
"Finn? Are you okay?" BMO asked, noting Finn had suddenly began to look very tired, almost unbalanced.
"Huh… oh, no yeah." Finn mumbled out. He squinted his eyes to make BMO as clear as possible, noting a look of confusion had shifted the focus of the computer's concern for him.
"You look kind of sick. Are you feeling bad?" BMO asked as Finn's whole body began to lean to and fro.
"I'm… just really tired… I think I need to go to bed." Finn answered. It took nearly all his focus and strength to bring himself up and off the couch, stumbling a bit but quickly regaining a bit of his balance, enough at least to carry him to the appropriate ladder. As he started to ascend towards his bedroom he just barely heard BMO call after him.
"Okay, well, call down if you need me. Maybe we can talk more about this tomorrow?" The robot said to him.
That was certainly not encouraging for the electronic roommate. It hadn't made any headway with Finn's mood, he just seemed dead set on keeping others out of his heart. Add to that Finn's sudden onset of drowsiness and possibly dizziness and the little computer didn't feel quite right leaving Finn alone for the night. It pondered going upstairs to watch over Finn in the absence of his brother when an annoying beeping drew away its' attention. The alarm had sounded to alert BMO that its' battery was quite low. That presented an all new problem, as now it would have to totally shut itself off the whole night in order to recharge. As it moved to the outlet to plug itself in, it just hoped that Finn would be okay on his own for just one night.
Finn just managed to bring his body up to the level of the bedroom he would normally share with his canine brother. With his last ounce of strength, he dragged himself over to his bed. His body felt impossibly heavy, or maybe his mind was just so slow it couldn't correctly account for his mass. Either way, he just made it to the edge before he let himself collapse on his side, into the piles of soft animal furs that made up his bedding. No gradual drift into slumber was needed as his mind immediately let go of reality as soon as his head hit the pillow.
A few short minutes was all the woman was willing to wait before once more letting herself into Finn's home. She drifted through the confusing multitude of rooms and levels that made up the interior, feeling secure in the sheer sense of quiet that pervaded throughout the tree. She floated close to where BMO had situated itself at the wall. Its' screen was totally black. She nudged the small thing with her foot, making sure it was totally out of it. When she elicited no response, she felt confident that no one would be… interrupting her tonight.
Being (perhaps a little too) familiar with the home of her young friends, she knew exactly where she was headed. She ascended the floors of the fort, her powers nullifying the need to use ladders, eventually settling herself upon the loft that Finn had made his bedroom. Walking up to the occupied bed, the girl simply stood, watching over the small form that lay there, totally unaware of the wider world.
The woman let her feet leave the ground, hovering over the unconscious Finn. She nearly drooled over him as she took in the boy's form. Finn had grown impressively since the time she'd first met him, a fact she'd only recently (relatively) found herself aware of. It was almost surreal having watched him grow from a goofy little kid to an object of actual desire. She recalled how he used to barely come above her waistline; now floating prone above him, she guessed he'd easily matched her height, maybe even exceeded her by a slight amount. She reached her hand out to feel up his bicep. His limbs had once been so wiry that she could liken them to noodles; now he had real, visible muscles truly befitting a hero of his caliber.
When he did not react to her touch, she risked a rougher handling of him. Pushing on his upright shoulder, she managed to flip him so he lay totally on his back, his face staring up into her own. She ran a gentle hand over his cheek. She'd always thought Finn had been a cute kid; now, though, she found him to be truly handsome. A funny thought occurred to her as she ran her hand over his smooth jawline. 'How ironic. All the growing he's done these years and yet not even an ounce of stubble. Oh well.'
She only stopped her hand once it touched the edge of fabric, more specifically the bear hat that had become something of an icon of his. Though not the exact same one he'd worn as a child, he had always kept some form of hat that she'd always found… 'Adorable.' With that thought, she gripped the hat and tore it off, casting it aside with no more respect than for a common rag. She now had an unimpeded view of the treasure that lay under his hood. Her hands moved up to run fingers through his unbelievably soft locks. His hair seemed darker than she recalled, a much more brownish gold than the brilliant luster it had once held. She also noted it was cut far shorter than she had expected. Still retaining some slight length, he wore it shaggy, but it would not even come quite to the bottom of his neck.
Taking his whole being into her mind, she finally shifted her thoughts to the more pressing matter at hand, indeed the real reason why she was here. She let gravity draw her body back down to Earth, down to Finn. She draped her much softer form over his body, toe to toe, chests compressed, staring him directly in his still peaceful face. The girl felt a tickle in her mind. 'I'm really about to go through with this!' A tingle went down her spin and she pressed her body as closely to Finn as she could. No longer willing to contain herself, she let her lips drift down to encompass Finn's own.
Finn felt as though his mind was adrift in a sea of ether. He seemed totally devoid of feelings and thoughts, which was at once both liberating and terrifying. He still seemed mostly incapable of awareness, not even able to tell if he was awake or sleeping. But even in his impaired state, he was still able to tell that some manner of subtle change had just occurred. Something new, a vague sense of… presence had interrupted his reverie. In a gradual shift that seemed to take an eternity to him, Finn managed to slip ever so slightly from the bonds of unconsciousness.
It did not come as an immediate or even apparent change to him. One could hardly even make the argument that he had even actually "awoken" in the classic sense. What he was able to comprehend was the shift in his state of being. To him it had seemed like his head had been a total void. Now there was certainly something filling the space, only that something was little more than a complete fog.
Pulling back just an inch, the woman took notice of Finn's twisting facial expression. She smirked in the knowledge that the "medicine" was working its' intended magic on him. The drug had not been intended to just knock the boy out cold; that would've have been the last thing she wanted. If she had to define, she supposed the best she could do would be to classify it as a hypnotic. It would put the recipient into an extremely vulnerable state. They'd be able to function, but their mind would be all but closed off. In essence, the victim would be zombified.
The girl sat back up as Finn's eyes half-opened, but she could tell by his gaze that his mind was a blank. His real conscious was still trapped in a dream-state, but his body was up and open to suggestion. As a test, the girl decided to try issuing a simple demand.
"Sit up." She whispered down to him.
Finn made as though to try and right himself, bringing his head off the mattress, but it seemed in his addled state his body would not be completely responsive. Taking note of this, the woman leaned down, encircling her arms around his neck and lightly pressing his face to her breasts. She felt his warm, humid breath against her exposed skin, even that being enough to spark up her mind. She lightly shuttered before leaning back, pulling Finn to sit up as well. With the assistance, his body was able to adjust and he held out his arms back to hold himself up.
Satisfied with the test spin, the girl let a smile start to creep at her mouth. She leaned in to steal another kiss from Finn, totally relishing in the fact that he couldn't do anything to dissuade or oppose her. Once she parted, she took a long, hard look into his eyes. Empty. Thoughtless. Vacant. Just the traits she'd been hoping for. Assured that the drug had a full effect on the young man, the woman allowed herself to float back and away from the husk she'd been clinging to.
What Finn had been experiencing in his mind could likely be called surreal, at best anyway. While not perhaps strictly pleasant, the event could not be considered torturous. His senses all but failed him. Sight had lost all meaning to Finn as his mind's eye was clouded in a pervasive gray haze. Sound was hardly any better, all quiet save for the few, distant muffles that may well have been hallucinations. Smell faired less than as well. No obvious scent gave Finn the relief of a real sense, but maybe, just maybe he could tell that something was there, like a pheromone that acted subconsciously to twist a man's mind in perhaps the most subtle of fashions. The best thing Finn had to cling to in his haze was that sensation of presence. Not his own, no. It was something more… invasive. Almost like another person had been lain out beside him, it was a weight, something just shy of tangible, something he could really almost tell was there. And then, like a cruel punishment, the weight left him.
The girl felt her feet touch the floor, standing just before the bed. She looked up to her absentee partner, sitting almost eerily still, watching her through glazed, unblinking eyes. She felt a warmth rising in her chest, a sensation that had been slowly, ever so slowly building up in her since she first arrived here tonight. It was excitement, a sense of almost agonizing anticipation that had been steadily building like air in a balloon; and she was damn near about to pop. Savoring the lingering doubt in her mind that almost added to the total pleasure she got from what she was going to do, she girl prepared herself to escalate things even further.
Grabbing the hem of her top, she deftly lifted and pulled the fabric over her head, letting it drop softly to the floor. Her torso fully exposed to Finn, she couldn't help but giggle at how ludicrous a gesture it would've seemed to her only a few short years ago. Twirling gracefully, she faced away from her captive audience as her hands went to unbutton her jeans. She wiggled her girly hips enticingly to drop the articles from her gorgeous body. She felt ever so delectably naughty, providing such a show for her young friend, regardless of the fact that nothing she did could even strike his mind.
She spun back around, shamelessly presenting her whole bare self to Finn. She was almost disappointed to find he'd not even flinched the whole while she'd been performing her little peep show before reminding herself that she'd put Finn into a chemical daze. The girl let herself drift back up to Finn, staring lustfully into his face. Oddly enough, she caught just a fraction of movement in his eye, not of the actual organ, but something that seemed to take place just behind the glaze on his retinae.
Everything looked like blobs and shades of gray to Finn. No notable shapes or colors had been distinguishable from the amorphous mass that clouded his mind. He couldn't even be sure that this was what he had seen or just what his mind had conjured to represent his feelings, or lack thereof. But eventually, the sea of confusion began to take on some semblance of order. The gray lightened while the shapes all converged into a single mass. He almost wanted to think of it as someone else, someone just… floating, just out of reach.
The woman eyed her subject, tracing her gaze up and down his body, like inspecting a machine to ensure it was suitable for the job. She realized he was still wearing his clothing, once more having to remind herself he was pretty much incapable of doing anything about that himself. 'Hardly seems fair for me to do all the work given the show he just got.' In any case, she moved her hands down to Finn's own shirt, grasping at the ridge and tugging up. Realizing she wouldn't get far with the position he was in, she asked the mindless dummy…
"A Little help?"
Showing enough presence of thought to understand her implied meaning, Finn's body leaned forward and brought his arms up loosely over his head. With his help, the girl was able to bring the shirt off and remove it completely from his torso. She looked down at the hard sculpted body, lithe but surprisingly powerful. A real product of the hardships faced by the hero in his daily life. And now, for at least a little while, it belonged to her.
She licked her lips hungrily, revealing the menacing set of teeth she kept hidden inside her mouth. They would not have been considered normal for an organism of her stature; they were far too… predatory. A glint caught on her sharpened canine from what light of the moon was able to penetrate into the room. She sat herself fully on Finn's lap, pressing her naked bosom into Finn's stiff chest. Skin to skin contact, an entirely different sort of spark that lit up the pleasure center in her brain. She wanted to bring herself closer, bring as much intimacy between her and the boy as possible. Instinctively, her head moved to his shoulder. She inhaled his natural scent deeply, opening her mouth and craning her head around his neck, letting the very tips of her fangs just graze into his skin. She stopped herself just shy of biting fully into him, pulling back with a short laugh.
"In a little bit. First thing's first, after all." She whispered, more for herself than for Finn.
The other presence was back, closer to Finn than ever before. It was barely anything, but even the slightest thing was infinitely greater than the oppressive void that otherwise encompassed his mind. It wasn't much but it was there; weight, pressure, warmth. And then something else came to accompany it. Like a soft vibration, the barest trace of a whisper resonated briefly around the void in his head.
The woman let her hands fall to Finn's hips, holding them there for only a second before letting them trail up his sides. She kissed at his jaw, his throat as she felt around his skin, just letting his surprising warmth seep into her. 'He's hotter than he should be. Maybe the pill gave him a slight fever.' But that was nothing to be concerned about, and certainly nothing she could pay any attention to at this moment.
"Lay back." She whispered, pushing lightly on Finn's chest to encourage him. His upper body slumped back against the bed, lying flat once more, however his eyes somehow remained trained on the girl. She herself crawled back a bit from his lower body, coming to rest on his shins. Her small hands finally made it to the band of his shorts. It was evident she was beginning to grow impatient. Her movements that had been so measured and smooth were beginning to grow shaky, too forceful. In the heat of the moment she was beginning to lose a bit of her nerve. But her anxiety was almost totally eclipsed by her anticipation and lust.
She tried to move slow, savor the moment, but only wound up jerking harshly at his clothes. Finn offered no resistance, but did not attempt to assist either. She did manage, however ungracefully, to work his shorts and boxers down, just pulling them to stop at mid-thigh. Staring down at him, the woman was slightly indignant to find his arousal not totally evident. 'I guess I shouldn't have expected seduction to work on a zombie. Guess I'll just have to get a little more physical.' Gaining an annoyed frown, the woman leaned back up over Finn's body, almost as though she were scolding the boy. Finn, of course, was unable to react to her look of disapproval.
"Looks like I'll have to do all the work, huh?" She asked, sarcastically.
Finn offered no response. Almost immediately, though, the girl regained a wickedly sultry smile.
"That's okay. I don't mind, really. After all, it's all for me in the end." She spoke softly, as though she had to entice him.
Even though it was clear nothing of the sort would make a difference to the sedated boy, it was simply more a product of the woman's irresponsibly playful nature. Laying her body back over Finn's, she brought her face back down to his own, kissing him much more deeply this time. She forced her tongue harshly into his mouth, it's more serpentine attribute made abundantly clear as it dominated Finn's own, wrapping around to manipulate it however she saw fit. As she worked passionately at his mouth, her left hand snuck its' way back down her friends body where it quickly found its' prize.
Her soft fingers wrapped around him, stroking, encouraging it to rise to its' full potential. Even with his mind occupied, Finn's body was hardwired to respond independently to this sort of stimulus. With the girl's tongue pouring warmth into his core and her hand directing blood flow to a specific locale, it did not take long for his body to become ready to perform its' most primal responsibility. The woman pulled her head back up, letting her tongue slowly scrape along any surface it could as it made its' retreat back into her own mouth. She glanced back down his body, adding visual stimulus to the already almost overwhelming feeling between her fingers. She groaned softly, biting her lower lip, eager to move things along and finally get what she came here for.
"I really hope you're ready for this, Finny. Cause after tonight, everything's gonna change for you." She spoke, just barely managing to keep her voice from cracking.
Sitting up totally, she lifted herself up, hovering over Finn, a knee placed at either side of his hip. Her hand disappeared to find him again, directing him towards her opening. When she felt his tip just touch the outside of her lips she halted, a tiny spark of electricity hanging on her mind, threatening at any moment to bubble up and surge throughout her body. She lingered for just a second, intent on drawing out every second of pleasure she could.
Finally, she took the plunge, let Finn's member dig deeply into her, reaching towards her core. She didn't even attempt to muffle the intense moan that accompanied such an immediate intrusion. Bottoming out, she just sat for a moment, twitching in bliss, letting her body grow accustomed to her less than willing partner. She took a minute to catch her breath, the whole while her sensation of him within her growing fainter.
Eventually, she began to draw herself back up, feeling Finn slide down her channel. When all but his tip had been removed, she dragged her body back down, encompassing Finn's length within her again. She whimpered in pleasure as he began to fill her once more. She started to slowly repeat these motions, sliding up and down the length of his shaft, going as slow as she could manage to savor her moment. Finn had no control of the situation, no choice but to lay resigned, allowing the woman to have her way with him. Occasionally, his muscles would contract of their own accord, his hips shuttering and jerking, lending more friction to the ecstatic woman atop him.
Finn found he was quickly losing the capability of making any semblance of sense. For brief moments, he felt as though somehow the haze was lessening. Certainly not by much, perhaps only as effective at releasing him as peeling away the skin of an onion, but he was sure things were becoming clearer, even by just a miniscule amount. Or maybe he just wanted to believe that because thinking he would be trapped in the haze would be infinitely more frightening.
At the same time, the other presence was growing more… immediate. He didn't know how to describe it. It was closer, but not in the same way as before. Now the presence seemed almost oppressive. It was growing warmer, more forceful, like it was trying to force its' way into him, become a part of him.
The gray mass was slowly changing as well. Its' edges were becoming smoother, sharper. The shape was becoming more defined. He was sure it had to be a person, now. Though he still had no way of knowing if anyone was really there or if these were all just products of his own mind.
The girl was steadily picking up speed, bouncing more fervently in Finn's lap. Her breaths were coming quicker, becoming more labored. Arching her back, she propped herself up on one hand, held against Finn's chest. Her other moved up to her breast, cupping as much as she could and kneading roughly. The more she moved, the more desperate she became for closer contact, more friction. The one drawback to what she'd done was that her partner was left unable to do much in the way of pleasing her himself.
Desperate to increase their intimacy, the girl let her body collapse on top of Finn, never letting themselves become disconnected. As she continued to roll her hips around, she moved her body back and forth, dragging her hardened nipples across Finn's solid chest. She dug her head into the swell of his neck, her heated breaths becoming trapped between them, raising his warmth even further. Another muscle spasm on Finn's part caused a particularly strong thrust into the girl just as she was coming down, eliciting a sharp yelp from her.
"YEEP…. Haaaa… Finn." She spoke raggedly right against this ear.
In a sudden frenzy, she began rapidly slamming herself against Finn, feeling her climax fast approaching. She snapped her head up so she could bring her face over his. Staring into his eyes, she could tell they were not as clouded as they had been. He was likely still a long way from fully recovering from the drug, but some small part of his conscious was starting to slip through. Her thoughts on the matter came to a grinding halt as she felt her abdomen start to contract. The start of an intense moan broke through her larynx, filling the house for just a moment with an almost haunting wail. She silenced herself upon Finn, clamping her mouth over his, casting her rapturous sounds into him. Her muscles rapidly clenching around his member was all the more signal his body needed. Even a statue has its' limits, and as the virile female shuttered around him, Finn came to his own inevitable conclusion. The woman was slowly coming down from her finale as she felt Finn pour his seed into her womb. It was so hot she was almost afraid it threatened to scorch her, but fought back down any discomforting thoughts, basking in the warmth that her lover had injected into her.
As her muscles slowly released from their taught state, the girl was content to just lay over Finn and enjoy his presence just a bit longer. She was tempted to let herself fall asleep. Just a short nap, she tried to convince herself. Finn was simply too comfortable to draw away from. 'Finn… so nice… tired.'
Just as her eyes were about to shut, she forced herself back into a state of awareness, pushing on Finn's chest to right herself atop him. She groaned during the motion, still hyper aware of his form in her post-coital state. She did everything just short of slapping herself, needing the reminder of what she still had yet to accomplish. She stared down at Finn as thoughts of her designs for him swirled about in her mind.
It was only recently (relatively) that the woman had decided she'd sorted out her feelings for the boy. This man, whom she had watched grow before her own eyes, had become the sole thing she'd desired in the last many decades. But her intentions for the night did not only go as far as dawn. She would not be content to simply bed him for a night, nor did she really desire to attempt to seek his infatuation on his own terms. The girl… coveted Finn. She didn't simply want to pursue a relationship with him, become a small part in his life. She wanted to own him, draw him away from anything that could distract him, anyone that could come between them. She wanted him isolated, all to herself.
Of course, she couldn't have trusted Finn to come to terms with that of his own accord. That was why she'd devised this plan to draw Finn right into her clutches. She understood that what she wanted would require significant… adjustments to Finn's psyche. She'd chip away at all the parts of his brain that would hinder her designs for him. She'd plant a thought in his head like a tiny seed that would eventually sprout and encompass his mind. She would make him loyal to her, love only her, and acknowledge only her. And she would be thorough… boy oh boy would she be thorough.
The girl looked back into Finn's eyes. A little more of the haze lifted, a fraction more recognition returned. She reached down to wrap her arms around his neck before pulling back up, bringing him with her. The sudden shift seemed to brush a little more of the confusion away from him.
"Hu…huh?... Where?..." Finn grumbled under his breath.
He may have been barely capable of grunting words now, but it was still abundantly clear that he was almost totally out of it. Even if he gained the power to fully converse, it was doubtful he'd remember anything in the morning. The girl knew this, and planned to take full advantage of that fact. She had planned to warp his mind, and was going to go to great lengths to ensure the deepest and most thorough of suggestions was planted. The drug was the first step, casting his mind in a murk and leaving his body a vulnerable vessel. With him so… helpless, the girl couldn't help but have a taste. She'd left him physically and mentally weaker, which would make things for her far easier.
Now came the second step. She placed a hand over his face, cupping his cheek and softly brushing her thumb over his lips. She let her hand drift back, becoming tangled in the dense jungle of hair, wrapping her fingers tightly in his locks, anchoring herself. She bent his head forward over her shoulder, while she reached her own head behind him. She needed a spot that wouldn't easily be seen, either by Finn or anyone else, upon a casual glance. She ran her tongue along his shoulder, savoring his masculine taste. She craned her neck further back, opening her mouth wide. Her teeth began to lengthen in preparation for the meal she was about to enjoy. None too gently, she sunk her teeth into Finn, his flesh easily giving way, like he had always been ready to welcome her in unopposed. Her fangs were hollow, the needle like apparatuses serving dual purposes.
She greedily drew his blood into her, the rich iron fluid bathing her mouth in an excess of flavor. He was like a rare delicacy; the last human on the planet and now her own personal feeder. As blood was absorbed through the fangs, more toxin was poured into Finn's system. This was her own natural toxin, one her species had evolved to naturally produce. It not only served to help improve blood flow, it also served as a powerful narcotic that aided in keeping a victim… docile. Many have gone on record warning of its' addictive properties that, while not universally effective, were almost nigh inescapable when applicable.
Having taken her fill, the girl withdrew her fangs from Finn, licking at the remaining blood that trickled out of the puncture wounds; luckily small enough that they wouldn't allow a notable amount to escape. She licked any and all residue from her teeth with her long, almost serpentine tongue, savoring every drop. Her senses had sharpened inhumanly as a result of the feeding; her skin prickled, her eyes' caught the quickest shadow, her ears the faintest whisper. She was wide awake now, fully aware, and ready to start the process of marking Finn as hers.
Rapid changes had been plaguing Finn's mind for some time now. As the numbness gradually receded from his senses, he was almost overwhelmed by a multitude of sensations he was not familiar with. He felt like electricity was coursing through his nerves, clenching his muscles, nearly burning him with its' intensity. He had felt a great force wrack his body, something stronger than anything else he'd ever felt before, he could even tell in spite of his addled state. It was like having a sword driven though his body in terms of intensity, but it was far from a painful experience. In all honesty, it was difficult to make heads or tails of sensations in the state he was in, but he was almost sure what he'd felt had been… good.
And then, even after all that it seemed his interesting ordeal was still not quite over with. Yet another sensation attacked him, again totally unique to him; in fact he really had no clue as to what he could liken it to. It was… peculiar; that was all he could be sure of. But when it had passed, at least the most immediate part, he noticed something odd. The fog began to lift again, much more and at a much faster pace than before. Whatever had happened seemed to be alleviating the odd dream-state he'd been cast into, at least to some degree. The whispers began to grow louder, yet now echoed about in a manner that still made them near impossible to decipher. He regained much more feeling in his body, shocked to find it wracked with exhaustion, and an ever so dull pain on the back of his shoulder.
And even his vision started to clear. So much remained shrouded in haze, but the presence, the one solid thing he had grasped on to started to come to light. It was fuzzy, impaired, like looking through the wrong prescription glasses, but it was still far more than he'd had up to this point. Enough of his vision had returned that the presence… no, the person even started to seem… strangely familiar. 'H…hey, wait… it looks… is it…'
"Mar…celine?" Finn mewled weakly, almost slurring.
The girl chuckled inwardly. 'Hehehehehe, perfect.' The bite she'd given him had served to bring Finn out, just a tiny bit, of the haze he'd been trapped in this whole time. He was still far from cognizant, but now he'd be able to understand her much more clearly. This was what she'd planned for. Nothing she did or said tonight would be remembered by him tomorrow… at least, not consciously. His subconscious, however, would retain pieces of tonight, keeping them locked away to unknowingly influence him. The drug, the mating, the bite, everything up until now had been to weaken Finn's mind, as well as to open it to her suggestions. This was how she would claim him, gradually influence his psyche to turn towards her, crave her. She would put the thought in his head that he needed her and only her to survive. She would continue to do this until evidence of her effects would start to manifest in his actions. He would start to seek her out of his own volition. She would make Finn reliant on her, addicted to her.
"Finn, you're going to listen to me now, okay?" She spoke, softly yet firmly to him.
"I, uh… huh?" Finn answered lamely, continuing to offer a few more weak grunts and whimpers. His response did elicit a quick giggle from Marceline.
"Good. Now, shush up." As she spoke, Finn ceased his jittering and quieted all sounds save for his lightly elevated breathing. To reward his compliance, Marceline began softly stroking her hand through his hair.
"You've always thought about me, haven't you? You constantly have thoughts of me in your head, don't you?" She cooed against his ear, doing everything she could to make her thoughts as enticing as possible.
"You always want to be with me. You CRAVE having my attention. You can't even stand the thought of being separated from me." She leant back to catch Finn's still slightly glazed eyes, making sure her was staring directly into her own.
"You'd do anything to please me. You'd let me do whatever… I… wanted to you." Marceline spoke more intently with each word.
Finn's head began to spin as Marceline spoke to him. He couldn't look away from her eyes that glowed a brilliant, nearly menacing red. Even if his mind had had one last defense, her piercing gaze broke past everything that was his being, driving every one of her thoughts down into the dark core of his brain. As the haze began to creep back, more pervasive than ever, threatening to consume him fully now, Marceline's last words were tossed at him, resonating more strongly than everything else she'd told him.
"You. Are. Mine."
Marceline watched as the confusion in Finn's eyes gave way to serenity as he fell under once more. She let out an extended sigh as a smile wormed its way onto her face. She was completely satisfied with how the night had turned out, but time would only tell if anything really had the desired effect. Vocalizing her reluctance, Marceline allowed herself to slip away from Finn completely, floating back towards the pile of clothing she'd tossed aside. She would've loved to have the opportunity to fall asleep with Finn rightly cradled in her arms, but it would be far too difficult to explain that situation to Finn in the morning, even more so to his roommates. But the night was still young (for a vampire, anyway), and she had time to linger as she readied herself to fly back into the much more unforgiving night. When finally she'd prepared, she cast her glance back to Finn. He looked so pathetic lying there, arms splayed out, pants around his legs that she couldn't help but let a quick laugh slip. She moved over to him. She didn't mind letting him sort out the confusion on his own come morning, but figured she could at least do him the kindness of covering him up. She gripped the waist of his shorts and tugged them back into their proper position. Finn's face gave no indication he was aware of the disturbance. Tossing a blanket over him, Marceline finally made for his window, ready to make her own escape. As she flew away from Finn's home, back to her own hidden alcove, she sifted through her feelings. She was excited, as excited as she'd been at the start, just watching Finn through the window. She'd only taken the first step tonight. There was still plenty more fun to be had before everything came to a head.