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This is a PWP M+ One Shot Bubbline story. You've been informed. Also first person pov for Marceline.
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AU Setting:
Marceline the Vampire Queen rules the Night-o-Sphere, having taken her father's place after his mysterious disappearance ten years ago. She didn't ask for this assignment, but short of leaving the Night-o-Sphere with no ruler, sure to fall to chaotic destruction that could leak out into the rest of the Kingdoms, resulting in the ultimate downfall of the Land of Oo, well… there wasn't much else to be done.
After the first two years it took her to completely dominate the crystal of Chaos, she eventually brought some semblance of order to the dreaded Night-o-Sphere, although that didn't make anyone less afraid of it, or of her. Despite the general public's fearful disposition towards her, the Council of Royalty still insists on inviting her to their biannual meetings to discuss the wellbeing of the Land of Oo, even if only for propriety's sake.
Marceline both dreads and anticipates these meetings because of a certain princess who likes to tempt the Vampire Queen's self control…
My Night(s) With You
I lean against the wall of my hiding spot, keeping to the shadows of the room. Artificial light doesn't bother me, being a vampire and all, but standing out too much in this ballroom full of royalty and dignitaries has its own consequences. These biannual meetings are always the same thing over and over again. Most of the kingdoms keep to themselves, since there are very few disputes to be resolved. The only thing these meetings ever really accomplish has to do with commerce… but since no one wants anything from the Night-o-Sphere, I rarely have anything to do.
Yes, I- Marceline, the Vampire Queen and feared ruler of the Night-o-Sphere, always accept the kind invitations of the other rulers of Oo to attend their conferences. If nothing else, it is entertaining to watch most of them awkwardly avoid me at all costs, or even make fools of themselves when forced into a situation that requires actual interaction.
I am never a necessary component of these meetings. I could just skip them, if I really wanted. But I never do.
Across the room, a noticeably luminous presence enters. Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum of the Candy Kingdom strides into the ballroom, waving generously to everyone. She is by far the most popular member of Oo's royal houses, and one of the most important attendees of these meetings. Sweet, pink, shiny, and everyone loves her. But Lady Bubblegum, like most candy, has another side to her. The sticky side. The side that gets stuck in your hair. Short of cutting your own hair off, you'll never be rid of it. I think I may be the only one who has ever seen Bubblegum's "sticky side."
She looks my way, and I turn to look at the buffet laid out on the other side of the room. Avoiding eye contact may be childish, but I always feel too on edge to allow myself to be involved with her in public. Hell, I don't even know how we would interact in front of people, since we never have. It's because of this anxiety that I dread these meetings.
"Woo! That's what this party is missing, Gunther!" an older voice yells triumphantly. The Ice King has created a small army of ice statues to line the walls over the drink bar. His penguin side-kick, Gunther, is pitching a silent fit next to the old man. A quick glance through the room told me that everyone was starting to become edgy due to the Ice King's appearance. Setting my glass onto a nearby table, I exit the safety of my shadowed corner to float towards the old blue guy.
"Hey Simon," I greet him.
"Marceline!" Ice King looks surprised to see me. "You're just in time, look at what I've done. Now, instead of those boring square ice cubes, if you want to chill your drink," he pops one of the small ice soldiers off the wall and drops it in his drink. Holding the glass up to me so I can better inspect it, he wiggles his eyebrows to emphasize the amazingness of what he has just accomplished. "A trick this awesome will definitely get one of these princesses to talk to me, eh?"
"That's pretty cool," I tell him, grinning at the small ice soldier bobbing up and down in the glass. "Why don't we go out to the balcony, and you can show me some more ice sculptures?"
"Why, Marceline," Ice King looks momentarily shocked. "Well, if you insist, my devious lady," he begins to float for the exit, muttering to himself about being approached by a beautiful dame earlier than he had expected.
I glance over my shoulder before following him out of the room. Lumpy Space Princess is throwing a fit over the ice covering her wall, which leads to Flame Princess melting it all off. Everyone cheers, offering Flamesy a toast in respect to her kindness. I float on through the doors.
Gunther is giving Ice King the what for, gesturing wildly in the direction of the mountain where they live, far off in the distance.
"What do you mean giant sea lions are attacking my Fionna shrine?!" Ice King yells in a panic. "We'll have to take a rain check, Marceline. There is serious evil afoot!" and with that, he flies off into the distance, carrying his penguin.
"Later, Simon," I say, despite the fact he is already too far to hear.
I float over the veranda, staring out into the expanse of "space" surrounding the palace. Since this meeting is in the Lumpy Space Kingdom, we really are surrounded by purple, fluffy... stuff. I could easily float off the edge of this balcony, head back to the Night-o-Sphere, and avoid the rest of the evening. But I don't.
The voice I had been both dreading and waiting for finally appears. "That was nice of you. To help the Ice King like that."
I tilt my head to see Bonnibel Bubblegum, aforementioned Princess of the Candy Kingdom, and arguably the most influential royalty in the Land of Oo, standing near the wall.
I don't reply. I should have known this would happen if I left the party. I did know, and I came anyway. Whether or not it was because I knew she would appear... well, I'd rather not think about it.
"Your presence will surely be missed, Princess," I sigh, floating a bit higher. I steal a glance at her from the cover of darkness. Her gown of choice for the evening is mainly shades of blue. Nothing I could drink. I suppose the time I drank the color from one of her pink dresses has made her wary of wearing that color around me. She'd even managed to keep up the preface of being angry with me for two committees afterward, making our longest dry spell an entire year. Today's dress was cut low, the fabric hugging her torso tightly. The skirt material was much looser, swaying around her thighs like clouds.
Her long hair is pulled over her right shoulder, leaving the entire left side of her neck exposed. Her pink skin seems to glow in the dark evening light, as if calling me. I see her raise her eyes to meet mine, and I look away. Turning, I begin to head back towards the party. I am not fast enough. I could have been, but I wasn't. A soft hand wraps around my elbow, holding me back.
"I missed you," she says playfully, grinning up at me. I wonder, not for the first time, how sincere these words that pass so easily through her lips might be. "You didn't come visit like I told you to."
It is true that at the last conference she had suggested I come to visit. I never can ascertain how serious she is about such invitations. It is not true, however, that I had not gone. I did. I only travelled at night, the safest time for my kind, that just happened to also coincide with times she would definitely not be awake. I will never tell her that. "Enough, Bonnie," I say, knowing she dislikes it when people use that particular nickname.
Something that resembled a snort sounds from her before a rough hand grabs the tie attached to the Chaos crystal, pulling me down neck first. I come dangerously close to the pink skin of her neck, her sweet scent assaulting my senses and making my body tense against my will. Her lips brush against my ear as she whispers into them, "Or maybe... you did come?"
She knows. There is no way she would make such a joke out of coincidence. Of course she would know. She's Princess Bubblegum, genius extrodinaire. "Did you miss me, too?" she coos, her voice teasing in her apparent victory. "Or did you just take a bite while I wasn't aware to hold you over to our next meeting?"
A strange anger comes over me. I hate it when she refers to herself as a convenient snack in regards to my... eating habits. Worse, she knows it upsets me, and she does it on purpose. I could have kept calm. I choose not to. I wrap my right arm around her waist and push her against the cold stone wall. A strange gasp escapes her lips, and I feel her pulse speed up. Not out of fear... Bubblegum never smells like fear. It's the scent of excitement. Expectation.
I breathe her in slowly, burying my face against her neck. Everything about her begs me to bite, to sink into her and drink until I can't drink anymore. This is the part I hate. Doesn't she realize what kind of danger she's in when she does this? The smartest person in all the Kingdoms, and here she is pressed between a wall and Oo's greatest feared monster. Too much could go wrong. Someone could find us. I'm sure I could play it off as I had seduced the poor, unsuspecting princess with my Vampire charm to save her reputation. Although, there is no logical reason why I should do such a thing.
She could get addicted to this. She already enjoys this way too much. Worst of all, I could drink too much. Stopping is always the hardest part. Nothing else in the world tastes like Bonnibel. Every drink from her makes life sparkle for days after. After every drink, it becomes harder and harder to stop. I could hurt her. I could do irreparable damage. There is too much at risk, and I am at fault for letting it get this far at all. I'm too dangerous. I can't do it. I pull away.
The hand around my tie tightens, keeping me in place. It always surprises me how strong Bubblegum is, despite the numerous examples from our meetings. I feel a soft hand run up my arm, the warm fingers reaching my cold, pulse-less neck. I turn my head, but the hand grips into my hair, holding onto me firmly. "Do it," she orders, her heated whisper sending another wave of temptation through me.
I could argue. I'm more powerful than her. I could push her away and show her I don't take orders like one of her precious candy subjects. For whatever reason, it doesn't happen.
"I said, do it," she orders again, the hand in my hair shaking in its effort. Impatient as always, my little candy princess is. I continue to wait, more as a silent form of rebellion against her orders than anything else.
"Please," her voice drops to the barest whisper, her royal commanding tone finally drops. "I want you to..."
Despite how desperate such a confession may sound to normal people, it's all I need. I raise myself higher into the air, forcing Bubblegum to wrap her arms around my neck as her feet leave the ground. I feel her body press against mine, her legs wrapping around my waist in an attempt to hold on. Free from gravity's restraints, I press her between the cold stone and myself, moving my now free arms to keep us steady. My lips trace down the line of her neck, absorbing the warmth there.
I can feel her heart beating rapidly against her chest. She may play the serious, no-nonsense princess for the rest of the world, but in these moments I feel as if I see the "real" Bonnibel, be she "sticky" or not. I move my right arm, touching the knee tightly holding onto my waist. My cold fingertips follow her warm, pink skin, moving up her leg, her thigh, and beneath the soft folds of her dress. Every touch makes her breath come a bit more quickly. It's a game that I love to play, and I can play it for a while. But I can already tell Bonnibel's impatience is only growing with her excitement.
Therefore, I waste no time in reaching my goal. It has been over six months since our last encounter, after all. I am hungry, and judging by the excited tremors running through Bonnibel's body, she is, too. As I approach her sweetest spot, my fingers meet lace. A fitting style for a Candy Princess, I suppose. I play my fingers over the lace panties, teasing her for just long enough to make her legs squeeze more tightly around me. I chuckle a bit before sliding my hand to dip my fingers beneath the lace folds and onto her bare skin. I bury my fingers into the lips of her warmth, rubbing gently. Her breath interlaces with soft moans in my ear, encouraging me.
I trail my lips up her neck again, stopping right beneath her ear. "I've only just touched you, and you're already soaked," I murmur, grinning. "Just how long have you been fantasizing about this?"
"Don't be... crass..." she argues pitifully, barely able to speak normally through her heavy breathing.
I drag my fingers up, approaching her clit slowly. "I was only asking a question," I counter, purposefully sounding confused. "Were you thinking about this while walking around, talking to all those important, proper dignitaries?" I draw a circle around the small nub with a fingertip, relishing the moan that escapes her. "Were you thinking about what you wanted me to do to you?" I ask before tugging on her pink earlobe with my teeth.
Bonnibel's hands tighten around me, and I feel fingernails dig into my back. If anything, the feeling only spurs me further. "Shut... up..." she gasps.
It dawns on me that I may be correct. That she had, in fact, been thinking about our nights together while performing her Princess act for everyone else. She may still be trying to give orders, but I have the control here in this moment, and she knows that as well as I do. My fingers trail back down, gliding through her warmth again. "Naughty Princess Bubblegum," I tease, my voice low. I press a finger inside of her, relishing the movement of her body as her back arches. "Is this what you wanted?" I whisper, moving in and out of her slowly.
She answers me with a moan as I slip a second finger inside. Her head falls back against the wall, her neck stretching in front of me. My eyes study her skin in the dim light. I remove my left hand from the wall, trailing a cold finger along her collarbone. The color of her skin is so alluring the very sight of it fills me with hunger. I move closer, inhaling her sweet aroma. A dark desire to tear into her and drink every last drop of her life rises up in me, as it always does. The crystal at my throat doesn't help, its chaotic nature egging me on. I take a deep breath to steady myself, and remind myself that I control my body. I can choose how monstrous I am, despite the realm's notions of me.
"Marceline," Bonnibel murmurs softly. Her arms shake from the force with which she is holding onto me. Her face is flushed with energy and desire. She must know. She must know that when she begs for me with my name it challenges my self control more than anything else. That must be why she does it when I hesitate. "Please." I feel her hand cup the back of my head, pulling me closer to her. "Marceline..."
My hand at her collarbone moves up, brushing her hair aside to cup the back of her neck. My fingers dig into her soft hair, tugging as gently as my overwhelmed senses will allow. Her neck and body open up to me, and I briefly see a triumphant smile cover her lips before I dip my head into the crook of her shoulder. I twist my left hand, still inside her, allowing my thumb to rub directly over her clit every time I move my fingers in and out of her. When I feel her breath leave her in another excited gasp, I bite. I dig my fangs into the very stream of delectable, earth shattering, pink life of her pulse.
I don't drink at first. Once I sink into her I wait, feeling the moan that escapes her vibrate into my body. The sounds she makes are perfect, whether she is conscious of them or not. I move my fingers faster inside of her, encouraging more of those delicious noises, as I finally allow myself my greatest desire and weakness. I drink deeply.
The moment Bonnibel's pink hits my tongue, I feel as if I am possessed with lust and want and need. Nothing else on this planet tastes like her, and I know very assuredly nothing ever will. As her intoxicating taste fills my mouth, I purr against her neck in pleasure. I feel Bonnibel's nails dig deeper into my back and her legs tighten around me as her hips buck from my unrelenting touch, both wanting more and begging to stop at the same time. Her voice pierces my ears, assuring me of her pleasure in return. I curl my fingers inside of her, rubbing harder and making her body freeze as every muscle goes taught against me for one ecstatic moment. Even the air in her lungs stops, making the sound of her heartbeat resonate through every place that our bodies connect.
After a moment, she goes slack in my arms, her breaths coming hurriedly and deeply as if she has just run a marathon. Her voice accompanies her gasps for air, creating an alluring effect that makes me want to take her again. Taking one last sip of Bonnibel to keep on my tongue, I remove my fangs. I wince at the indented holes on her throat, feeling guilty.
My attention is grabbed suddenly, as a now much-less-pink finger grabs my chin to turn my head towards Bonnibel. "How'd I taste?" she asks drowsily, as if fighting sleep. I frown at the question, which only makes her giggle before she kisses me. Bonnie always kisses me afterwards, although I have no idea why. I could ask, but I don't. Its a sweet and lazy kiss that forces me to give in to her. When she finally pulls back, I remove my hands from her body.
"Ugh, that's so distasteful," she complains as my pink-colored fingers appear from under her blue dress.
I grin, as this seems to be the only thing I can ever actually bother her with. "It's my sweet reward," I reply, licking the pink from my middle finger slowly without breaking eyecontact.
"Marceline!" she shrieks, a blush appearing on her cheeks as she bats my hand away from my mouth. If she still has enough pink left in her to blush, then I must not have done too much damage. She struggles, as if trying to get away from me, despite still being rather high in the air.
"Hmph," I sneer, finishing my snack. "Now that you got what you came for, you're only too quick to get away from the scary Vampire Queen," I say, meaning to tease. Instead of arguing, Bonnibel looks at me with an expression I can't quite place. It seems to be somewhere between anger and pity.
"Take me to my room," she orders tartly.
"I'm not one of your candy subjects you can order around whenever you want," I argue, despite already lifting her into a princess hold and carrying her out the window. We fly up the side of the purple, and somehow fluffy, castle in silence until we reach a large window on another balcony. Bonnibel doesn't question how I already knew which window is hers, but I'm sure she notices. I mentally sigh at myself. I decide to get out of here before anything else happens.
Floating over to the bed, I gently lay the Candy Princess onto her mattress. I can't tell if she has really fallen asleep or not, but she doesn't open her eyes or move when I cover her with the blanket.
"Sweet dreams, Bonnibel," I whisper, moving her hair out of her face. I turn to leave out of the same window we entered, but my foot catches on something. I look back, blinking at the now suspiciously awake Bonnibel who holds my ankle captive.
"I did not give you permission to leave," she says tersely.
I could simply jerk my foot away. For all her strength, I am still the stronger one. There would be no contest, if I really wanted to leave.
But I don't.
-The End-
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