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"Admit it, Fionna, you're in love with me."

Fionna's chest began to tighten,as if a great weight had fallen on her torso, crushing her to death. She felt like something in her was dying, and she

looked down at Marshall Lee's form crumpled up in agony. The cruel pole smiled crimson from its emergence hole in his chest. He gasped as blisters

formed on his face while Cake did her best to shield Marshall from the hot morning sun.

Her eyes burned as tears welled up in her mournful blue orbs.

"Marshall... I get you flirt with me and what ever, but you're doing this now!" She paused, the feeling in her chest growing more unbearable, as a

new feeling began to present itself in her loins. She felt warmth radiate throughout her body.

Marshall laid there, his eyes closed and face clenched in pain. Fionna's hurt began to beat fast, so fast that she thought it'd burst through her chest.

Thoughts began swarming in her head, and Marshall's words *You're in love with me* echoed like whispers in a forest.

Her heart, her chest, her loins were causing her thoughts to be clouded. So, naturally, she leaned down and kissed Marshall with all the desperation

wrought from years of lusting and wanting.

Marshall's eyes widened, as well as Cake's. Cake's head began to swarm too, but she continued to protect the fallen vampire king from the sun's

painful heat.

Marshall was faking his injury, but could never in his wildest dreams imagined that this would come from it. Fionna's lips were soft, and sweet, despite

her constant adventuring. She was inexperienced, so he took the lead, gingerly adding his tongue to the mix by slowing running it over Fionna's

bottom lip.

Fionna gasped in surprise, her eyes opening in shock for a second, then glazing over and the skillful Vampire Prince worked his magic with his tongue.

She gave him entrance to her mouth in which he explored thoroughly. Fionna felt her panties moisten as a bulge began to press up against her

from Marshall's jeans. She moaned softly.

Marshall couldn't help himself, and buried himself in Fionna's neck, kissing and nibbling until he found her sensitive spot, making her back arch.

They laid there with their body's so intertwined, shielding by and uncomfortable Cake who battled either breaking it up or letting them continue due

to Marshall's impending death, or so she though.

"Fi..Fionna." He breathed, his voice husky with lust. "I wa...was pretending. Fionna..., I was acting." Fionna lept up in shock as he reveiled Prince

Gumball's cream puffs underneath his shirt.

"Cake...cake take me out of her." Tears ran down Fionna's cheeks as cake grasped her and set her on her back. Cake look down at Marshall, eyes

narrowed and fangs barred. She hissed, and ran as fast as she could from the grave yard.

Marshall laid there, his heart beating, his manhood aching and regretting setting like a melancholy fog.

(AN-What will happen next? comment if you want more!)