Fionna had no idea how she got in this situation. Blood boiling, heart pumping, and her lungs racing underneath her friend, though she wouldn't call what they were doing "friendly". His breath sending chills down her spine as she could feel his sharp fangs against her throat. Now that she thought of it she knew exactly how she got in to this hot sticky problem; that damn party.
Cake had left not 5 minutes before Marshall lee came over to bother the young adventuress. She was too busy washing the dishes to notice him make his was through the shadows. It was nearing sunset and Cake had to go off to help LM with their kittens like always. Fionna got used to spending her evenings alone, and it never bothered her. Just as the last few blazing rays of light disappeared in to the darkness Fionna suddenly felt fingers walking up the nape of her neck, causing her to yelp and drop the plate she was washing on to the ground. She spun around to see Marshall with his usual venomous smirk; it usually meant he was up to no good.
"Marshall lee! Don't scare me like that!" She shouted glaring at the vampire. He chuckled.
"Aaaayyyeee, Fi. What chya doin' tonight" he said ignoring her shouts and putting his arm around her shoulders. She raised a brow at him, his words slightly slurred and his breath not exactly sober.
"Are you drunk?" She asked.
"Tipsy, babe. I've only had one and there's a big difference between drunk and tipsy" he informed her.
"What's the difference?" She inquired curiously.
"When I'm tipsy I know exactly who I'll be waking up to in the morning, but when I'm drunk...let's just say it's a surprise each time" he grinned at his example and the unimpressed blond next to him. She shrugged him off as she crossed her arms, giving him a questioning and disappointing look.
"Anyways, back to why I'm here-"
"Yeah, why are you here?" She interrupted.
"You free tonight?" He asked again. The blond thought for a moment, did she really wanna spend time with him tonight?
"Uhhh...why?" She questioned cautiously.
"There's a hekka math party down in the Nighto'sphere, you in?"
She rocked back on her heels and pursed her lips in thought.
"Do I have to drink?"
He shook his head.
"It would actually be better if you didn't considering I will" he assured her. She took a few more moments to think it over, Cake wasn't coming back until tomorrow afternoon so she really did have all night.
"Fine, but not for long. I don't like staying up super late" she confirmed. His lips stretched in to a wide grin, his fangs peeking out from under his top lip and over his bottom ones.
"Great! Let's go" he took her hand and pulled her to the wall, quickly drawing the portal and splattering the milk on it. Once he finished the chant the wall opened to the dark dangerous world of the Nighto'sphere.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Yeah, sure, whatever" she mumbled and gasped when he jerked her through the portal with him.
When she landed on the burgundy dirt floor she coughed at the dust she stirred up with her landing. Creatures crawled all over through out the land of various different shapes and sizes. It had become a lot more industrialized, more of a civilization than the last time she had came. Marshall held out his hand and helped her up, brushing the dirt off her bunny hat and shoulders.
"Warn me next time" she grumbled while swiping the dust from her bottom and thighs.
"Sorry, the club is right over here" he pointed towards a dim looking brick building with a purple neon sign reading "Death".
"Charming" she muttered and watched more creatures make their way in to the noisy club.
"It's better on the inside" he told her as he lead her in.
Music blasted from the hundreds of speakers, the DJ working his turn tables and feeding the starving crowd with the tracks they desire. Fionna could barely hear her own thoughts and could feel a headache threatening in her temples. Dozens of people were dancing in close quarters (a little too close if you asked Fionna) while only a handful were at the bar flirting and talking to each other.
"I can't hear anything!" Fionna tried to shout over the bass.
"Huh? I can't hear you the music's too loud!" Marshall shouted back making their way towards the bar. She rolled her eyes while he dragged her through the crowd like a dog on a leash. It was quieter at the bar, still loud but quiet enough for Marshall to order a drink and hear Fionna.
"This party isn't as math as you promised" she told him. He sipped his beer and rolled his eyes.
"Fi, relax, we just got here. Let loose, think of it as another adventure, just with more people and loud music" he responded taking another drink.
"That stuff smells awful, how do you drink that" she cringed ignoring his pep talk. Marshall lee grabbed Fionna's shoulders and look her in the eyes.
"Calm down, okay? I brought you here cuz I thought you'd be fun. My other choice was Gumi and there's no way he'd come to this bin"
Fionna sighed, she was being a little critical.
"Fine...what's first?" She asked. Marshall smiled, happy she was cooperating and let his hands fall from her shoulders. He tilted his brown bottle back, finishing it off before slamming it down and beckoning for another.
"First, after I've had my drink, we dance" he told her grabbing his new bottle. He popped off the top and pulled her to the dance floor.
Fionna found herself smack down in the middle of it all, people grinding in groups around them while Marshall was a safe distance from her lower regions. The bass dropped in the song and it seemed like everything intensified.
"Marshall, I dunno how to dance!" She told him.
"Me neither!" He replied despite his current actions.
Marshall lee grabbed her hands and started moving her to his rhythm, her confidence growing by the second along with her grin. Before she knew it she was spurting out childish giggles while she hopped to the beat of the song. Her infectious laugh spread to Marshall as he howled with laughter, happy to see his little bunny enjoying herself like he knew she would.
As Fionna looked around she noticed other females and how they danced. Some moved their hips side to side while facing away from their partner, while others rolled themselves like a wave in the ocean. She wasn't nearly as close to Marshall as the other girls, but she did pick up on the hip moving. Her jumps and bops smoothing transitioning in to hip swaying and rocking. Once her hands left Marshall's he realized her change in dance and grinned even wider.
She felt like she could do anything, reaching her hands up and letting her body slightly return to bobbing. After a few moments she felt hands on her hips and looked to see Marshall pulling her closer. She laughed at his teasing smile, totally unaware of exactly how close he was getting. Once he got a little too close for comfort she turned around, trying to put a little distance only for him to get her even closer. He grinded his hips in sync with hers, the fabric of his jeans rubbing against the few inches of skin between her socks and skirt.
Fionna knew she shouldn't be dancing with Marshall the way she was, and at first she wasn't. Cake would have a cow if she saw them right now. But after a while she realized how fun it was being completely synchronized with someone. Besides, she trusted Marshall and it was quite enjoyable the way he gripped her hips. Sweat dripped down her temple and back, mixing in with Marshall's where their skin touched.
The track morphed in to a new one and Marshall started rolling slower against her. Fionna was taken by surprise at his change of pace, but went along with him assuming it was because of the change of the song. She giggled as he hugged around her waist and lifted her up, carrying her away so he could get another drink or two at the bar. When they returned to the floor Fionna decided she was done with that kinda dance and returned to the childish jumping and hopping.
Marshall was well on his way drunk, stumbling around in his dance moves while the occasional hiccup arose from his throat. He blubbered the words of the songs at the top of his lungs and had to hold on to Fi's shoulder to stay stable. Fionna noticed and took a moment to appreciate Marshall lee in his true party animal mode. He smashed his bottle on the ground and howled, left over beer dribbling from his lips as he wiped them off and smiled at Fionna. He swayed as he stood and grinned like an idiot. Sometime throughout the night he had found himself some glasses with the slits that looked like shades with the words "party master" printed on them. Fi giggled.
"C'mon, let's get you home" Fionna said pulling his arm from the crowd.
"What? No way, the night it young!" He argued.
"Yeah, but you're drunk" she reminded him while successfully guiding him towards the door.
"Really? Nah, I only had like four" he persisted starting to turn away. She jerked him back with her strong grip, sending him tumbling back over to her.
"You had almost 8, let's go" she urged fixing his collar.
"8?" He thought back, trying to remember when he drank that much. "Well, I did bring you for a reason. Fionna, take me home" he completely let himself fall over in to her arms, his body limp and his new glasses skewed on his face.
"Marshall! I'm not carrying you!" She shouted while dragging him out of the club.
Once they were out of the noisy bar she let him fall and stood above him with her hands on her hips. He got up and instantly hung on to her for support, his taller stance making it a bit difficult for her to help him walk straight.
"Let's go!" He cheered taking a stick and starting to draw the face. Fionna rolled her eyes at him as he closed one eye to focus and ended up with a monkey-looking version of the correct face.
"Oh, give it to me" she grabbed the stick from him and crossed out his crude drawing before making the correct one. He smashed the carton of milk he kept in his pocket for the way back and slurred the chant. Surprisingly it worked, opening the portal back to Aaa.
Fionna helped Marshall stumble to his front door, opening it for him and guiding him up to his bedroom. He completely collapsed on his bed, the "party master" glasses he had acquired pushing back his fringe as he laughed at the ceiling. Fionna cracked a smile at the completely wasted vampire giggling at his own house.
"You're really drunk" she informed him.
"It'll wear off soon, the quick vampire healing thing also happens with alcohol. My drunk time is pretty much cut in half so I'd have to drink a lot to be drunk for a long time" he slurred, his vision already completely repaired.
"Huh, that's cool I guess" she said standing at the foot of his bed. He lifted his head to see her, her arms crossed as she rolled on her heels.
"Well, I'm gonna go..." she said pointing her thumb towards the exit.
"Why? Stay here" he urged sitting up.
"It's already late, and Cake can always tell when I stay up late and-"
"Dude, just hang out with me till I'm sober again" he virtually begged.
"When will that be?" She asked. He shrugged and looked up to try and remember the amount of time.
"I think...half an hour" he guessed pulling off the plastic glasses. She sighed.
"Fine, only half an hour" she agreed and bent down to undo her shoes.
They were killing her from all that dancing; they're better for running, not dancing. Marshall's eyes couldn't help but drift to the cleavage hanging from her shirt, totally unaware with how much his little bunny had developed since he fist met her. He guessed she was around a C or a D, but nothing smaller. She kicked off her shoes and circled around his bed to sit on the opposite end. His gaze followed her, twisting his head until his back returned to the mattress and his head was tilted back. Marshall watched as she took off her hat, her curly golden hair barely grazing her jaw.
"Did you get a haircut?" He asked.
"No, it got burned off in the fire kingdom" she replied pulling at the singed ends.
He mouthed the word "oh" and pursed his lips while she started to peel off her tall socks. As she pulled them off her legs Marshall realized he had an excellent view up her skirt and couldn't refrain from smirking and feeling a spark of lust inside him. Fionna didn't notice the vampires lustful glance, she was too busy finishing sliding off her other sock and then crossing her legs.
"So what do you want to talk about?" She asked.
"Let's talk about those dance moves earlier" he suggested, remembering how her hips rolled with him.
"Uh, yours were pretty wild considering you got really drunk really fast, and I'm not much of a dans-"
"No-no, the one where we got really close" he corrected wiggling his hips slightly to jog her memory. Her cheeks started to turn pink as she remembered.
"Oh...uh, I dunno how that happened..." she said quietly. He laughed and turned over on his stomach.
"You started it, you were dancing like one of those girls who's basically having sex on the dance floor" he told her. Now she turned red, slightly flustered with what he had informed her with.
"I-I was not! I was just looking how everyone else was dancing and tried it out a little" she squeaked a little louder.
"Maybe it's cuz of your hips" he murmured while his eyes followed the out line of her body. The sweet dip in her waist made his mouth water as he fully realized how much she had grown.
"My hips?" She asked looking down at her body. "What about them?"
"They're wide, and that is so sexy" he barely breathed the last word, raking his eyes up and down her.
"Huh?"
"Hey, when did your cans get so big? I could've sworn they were a lot smaller" he said continuing on the subject of Fionna's body while staring directly at them.
"My cans? Do you mean these?" She asked innocently pointing to her boobs. He nodded, still looking at her pronounced chest.
"Um...I guess slowly over time...I am 17" She pointed out. He looked up to her eyes in confusion.
"I could've sworn you were still 15" he said.
"Nope, thank god" she muttered shaking her head.
Marshall instantly went back to staring at her body, not even feeling shameful or guilty as he did so. As he inspected every detail he started imagining what she would look like naked. Everything from her tan lines to her freckles he imagined them all and what they would look like. He thought of how shaky her breath would be if he kissed her and held her. While the dirty thoughts swirled through his head he had forgotten that she was actually still there in front of him, too lost in his own little world.
"Um...Marshall?" She asked.
It was impossible to ignore him and how he looked at her. It was predatory, like he was some kind of animal dying to take a bite out of her. The strangest thing about it was how it made her feel. She almost wanted him closer, to do whatever he was thinking about doing to her. It was odd, and it nearly frightened her.
He looked back to her eyes as he pushed his stomach off the mattress until he was on all fours and started crawling towards her. His limbs moves slowly and lazily, the closer he got the more she pushed herself in to his bed board. She watched with anticipation as he drew nearer, digging her nails in to the pillows beneath her. Marshall dragged his tongue over his teeth, imagining it was her pretty little neck and making his way to her legs.
"M-Marshall lee, y-you get away right this instant" Fionna ordered, her lungs fluttering nervously under her chest.
He cocked a brow, the same desire burning in his eyes and smirking at the nervous adventuress in front of him. She watched as he pushed past her legs and continued until he had her pinned against his headboard. Her chest moved with her breathing as he held his head to hover his lips over hers.
"Just a little closer" he whispered.
Fionna couldn't decide if she liked the situation she was in or not, but either way she knew it was wrong. For some reason that thrilled her, yet she didn't know why. She didn't know what to do, so she allowed him to nuzzle his face in to her neck and press a kiss to her jaw. His soft lips against her skin didn't feel too bad, in fact it felt kinda fantastic. Kiss after kiss being pushed on to her neck made her more and more confident in exactly how she felt about the current situation.
Soon he dragged his tongue across her salty skin, her blood pulsating through her veins as he smiled at how fast he made her heart race. His kisses pressed harder and longer, less separated and more bunched in to little groups. Fionna enjoyed that even more, gripping Marshall's pillow even tighter as he reached up to cup the side of her face. His lips trailed from her jaw and up to the side of her mouth before brushing them against hers. She drew a sharp breath before he actually kissed her on the lips, wondering if this was all some kind of dream and she'll wake up soon.
The hand on the side of her face moved down to her knee, hooking under it and pulling her closer. Marshall's tongue pressed against her lips, but his attempt was futile considering she had no idea how this worked. Instead of verbally asking he forced her lips open with his own and let his tongue start to explore her mouth. Fionna moaned shortly in surprise, unsure of what to do with the foreign object probing against her tongue.
"Marshall" she breathed breaking away. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"Kissing you" he murmured and continued. She didn't feel like arguing, so she tried to ignore what she assumed to be his tongue exploring her mouth. It was hard to ignore him though because he kept trying to coax her to do the same. Except she didn't know that, but still found herself curious. If he was in her mouth, should she be in his?
She experimentally let her tongue mimic his, receiving a slight moan of approval from him. It took her a while to really figure it out, but after a while she relentlessly took over his mouth. As she licked his fangs she slowly and hesitantly wrapped her arms around his neck. He smiled in to the kiss, slightly interrupting her tongue and enjoying her eagerness.
"God, you're so cute" he growled and reached up to her waist.
"Shut up" she replied pulling him closer.
His hands slowly inched their way up her torso, holding her just in the middle of her rib cage. Slowly his hand pressed and pushed against her side, trying to get her used to the feeling so she wouldn't freak out when he moved over to her breast. When he did she barely even notice, the only way she knew was from how good it made her feel. A soft moan emitted from the back of her throat and vibrated in Marshall's mouth. The shy sound she made set his mind on fire, and he needed more to keep the flame going.
He squeezed her harder, desperate to hear the mewling sound she could potentially make. This time she broke away, leaving him with the sound of her stifled moaned. It disappointed him; he wanted to hear her.
"No need to be shy, bunny" he whispered and continued against her neck. Her heavy breathing was enough to tell him she liked what he was doing and fueled him to keep going. She suppressed another moan, knitting her brows and resting her head against Marshall's headboard. He kissed lower and lower on her neck until he met the fabric of her shirt, continuing over it until he was sucking on her other breast over her shirt.
There was a hitch in her breath as he pushed his fingers underneath her blue shirt, his skin cool against hers. The further up his hand traveled the harder it was to contain her little sounds. Her stifled half moans started to get louder and longer until he removed his hand from underneath her clothes and pulled away from her. She sat in front of him, breathless and begging him to continue as he started to take off her shirt.
"N-no! Cake said to never let someone take off my shirt" Fionna cried frantically, extra giddy from what he had done to her.
"Then you take it off" he said simply.
She opened her mouth to argue and quickly closed it, not in the mood to get in the way of feeling like that again. She peeled the blue fabric off like a scab, tossing it to the side as she looked back to him. He looked absolutely starved, his eyes with a sense of deprivation as they devoured the image of Fionna shirtless and breathless. He scooted back and pulled her with him so she was underneath him, ducking down and kissing over her clavicle. She squirmed underneath him, craving for him to touch her again as he lifted her by her waist and grinded against her.
A new feeling shot through her like a bullet, similar to the pervious feeling but a lot more intense. She gritted and clenched her teeth so she wouldn't make a sound, all that passed was a slight grunt. Feeling a bit exposed, she started unbuttoning his red flannel in order to get him almost as naked as her. He gladly tugged off the rest of his shirt, nearly ripping the buttons as he shrugged it off his shoulders. She took a moment to look and touch his bare chest. He wasn't buff, but he was still toned. And she liked that. He smiled down at her, silently chuckling and reaching behind her to undo her bra.
Once it snapped she jumped, surprised at the sudden snap against her back, and accidentally hitting her head on his jaw. She giggled and covered her red face, slightly embarrassed at how jumpy she was being.
"You okay?" He laughed as well.
"Yeah...am I doing this right?" She asked.
"You're doing pretty fine, not feeling too confident?" He asked.
"Was it obvious?"
"Well, you refuse to make much any noise at all so I assumed so" he replied smiling down at her. She gave a nervous laugh.
"S-sorry" she stuttered.
"Hey, if you don't wanna do this, I'm perfectly okay with-"
"No, I wanna do this" she interrupted. He bit his lip in concern, his mind thinking clearly enough now to see he had made a mistake.
"God, Fi, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done this. You're not ready for-Oof!"
Marshall was suddenly flip on to his back, Fionna had rolled over on top of him and straddled his hips. Her bra had fallen down a little and just barely hung on her shoulders. Fionna looked at him with a piercing glare, telling him he was wrong.
"I said, I want to do this" she repeated sternly while leaning down closer. He watched intently as she lowered herself on top of him. Fionna bravely pressed her lips to his, trying her best to do what they did earlier and moving her hands from his shoulders to his neck.
He could feel her breasts against his chest, the soft enticing flesh being pressed to him while he let himself hold her by her waist. Fionna proved to be better with her tongue then Marshall previously thought, probably because she learned from the best, right? She repositioned herself higher on Marshall's body, grazing herself on his groin and forcing a slight moan from him. Fionna stopped just as he made the noise, knowing that he made them whenever he felt good.
"Do you want me to do that again?" She asked feeling a few tingles herself. He nodded, his eyes lidded and his lips parted so he could breath faster easier. She positioned her hips below his and dragged herself up his body. It was similar to how she danced with him before, the movement of her hips exactly like before. This time he groaned, pulling a strained face of pleasure from his bunny's agile movements against his groin.
Fionna reached down to undo his belt between her legs, pulling it off and flinging it before undoing his pants. The forgotten bra started to fall over her hands, getting tangled in her long limbs. She did her best to untangle it only for it to get caught more. Marshall couldn't help but to chuckle as he sat up and helped her get out of the tangled straps. She laughed again, still embarrassed with how totally unsmooth things were going. He didn't care, he thought it was absolutely adorable as he kissed her again.
She breathed her usual shy moan when he took ahold of her breast again, her voice filled with hesitation whilst curling her fingers in his hair. He held her against him by her waist with his free hand and squeezed her body affectionately. It was an odd sensation he intoxicated her with, but odd in a good way. Fionna unconsciously rubbed her hips against his stomach, slow and gratifying to the increasingly impatient vampire. A growl guzzled in his throat as roughly pushed her back on to the bed, crawling over the top of her.
"Marshall" she whined, writhing under him as he attacked the side of her neck. Fionna couldn't hold it back any more, letting out a loud moan as he pulled her hips to his and rolling them. He loved the sound, it made her even more appealing. Fionna gasped and flung her head back when he grinded harder, his greed mixing with his excitement and casting amnesia on his boundaries.
Marshall grabbed, groped, and squeezed her breasts, unable to retain his calm behavior from before. While his hands were busy kneading against her chest his mouth dominated her neck, tonguing and nipping at her skin. All of that and his on going hips drove Fionna insane, everything he did was a totally new experience. She couldn't refrain from digging her nails in to his back, clinging on to him for the promise of the pleasure he made her feel. Fionna's whole body arched to his will, her neck exposed and her body pressed to his in a very provocative manner. A yelp hitched in her throat when he bit it; not enough to cut the skin, but enough to get her blood pumping even faster.
"Marshall!" She cried, rubbing her own hips in return.
Marshall groaned and dropped his head to rest it on her sternum. The way she said his name instantly made him hard as a rock, and that plus what she did made him crumple over. He resumed his mouth on the top of her breast, rolling and teasing her nipple with his tongue. She trembled underneath him and couldn't hold still, his free hand drifting down from her back to her hip and continuing to her thigh. Fionna had no idea what he was doing with his hand on her thigh; she wasn't getting much gratification from it.
Before she could even form a thought to what his hand was doing on her thigh he quickly pressed his palm between her legs. With his hand up her skirt she gasped and tightly gripped his shoulders.
"Marshall, no! I pee with that!" She cried out with embarrassment. Marshall laughed hysterically while lifting his head from her chest to see if she was serious, and then laughing even harder. Fionna turned even redder, his hand still underneath the blue fabric and slightly kneading against her. She couldn't deny it felt good, a little too good. Once Marshall's cackling had calmed down he grinned at her in a very mischievous manner.
"I know but it also feels good, right?" He whispered while palming her, feeling her get increasingly wet by the second. She nodded with a hitch in her breath.
"There's a very special part down here, Fi, you want me to show you?" He asked starting to grip the edge of her panties. Once again she nodded, feeling him pull her underwear from around her hips. Fionna gave a shaky breath as he came in contact with her again, her underwear now pushed to her knees while Marshall sweetly kissed her neck again.
He was careful to tease around her "special part" and not to give it up right away, enjoying her restless huffs in his ear. His fingers tickled against her lips, knowing exactly what to do and more than happy to be showing it to his little bunny. Fionna wanted more, and was barely impressed with this "special part". It was no where near enough for what she wanted, even though she had no idea what that was.
"It's riiiiight..." he paused, holding his fingers just above her clitoris and drinking up the anticipation she emitted through her throat. "Here"
Just as he pressed against her she called out, the sound of her sweet moan shivering down his spine. Her lungs were hungry for more air as she devoured it with raspy moans, grabbing locks of Marshall's hair and pulling on it while he massaged against her very very special part. Fionna struggled and twisted her hips against his hand and fingers. He chuckled and massaged her clit harder, happy with the reaction her body had to what he did to it. After a few moments of the mind-blowing stimulation Marshall felt himself distracted when Fionna switched from subtle twisting to hasty jerks and bucks, his fingers slowing as he was reminded of the painful erection under his jeans.
"Don't stop" she moaned, taking ahold of his wrist and returning his fingers to the pace they were at. Marshall quickly snapped back to reality, obliging to her request and resuming his pace. He smirked at her flushed face, her sweat creating a sheen on her forehead and cheeks that made her look so addicting.
"You ready for another special place, Fi?" He purred.
"A-another!" She cried.
He nodded and started positioning his fingers over her opening only for her to groan in protest.
"N-no...More" she whimpered.
"Don't worry, there's more" he assured her. Once he easily slide his finger inside her slick walls she tensed, unsure of what to do with the foreign intrudment in her lady bits.
"Marshall, I-I don't think fingers are supposed to go there" even though her words shivered with pleasure, she still felt uneasy about it. He chuckled.
"Fi, you're thinking of a different hole. You don't pee out of this one, there's a smaller one above it for that. This one is meant for babies, dicks, fingers, and tongues" he told her.
"T-tongues?" She stammered. He grinned.
"Not tonight, Bunny, maybe another time" he winked and started fucking her with his finger. Fionna whined and kitted her brows at the strange new feeling in her "baby, dick, finger, and tongue" hole. Wow, Marshall's really descriptive.
He stretched for a second finger, her body recoiling at the extra stretch in her cooch. It hurt, not as much as it tingled, but pain was involved despite how good it felt. Fionna was back to huffing and puffing, slowly getting used to the stretch and enjoying it enough to roll her hips again. Marshall smiled at how well she took it, pushing in a third with her hissing in response.
"Gob, how many fingers can you fit in there?" She asked with a strained voice. He laughed.
"I'm preparing you for my dick, it's a lot bigger than my fingers" he informed her. She squeaked as he thrusted his fingers particularly roughly, electric currents running all around her body.
"You're 'dick'?" She questioned. She heard him say the word not too long ago, but now he was referring to his whatever his may be.
"Y'know how when I touch you here it makes you feel good?" He started. She nodded, gasping at his fingers curling inside her.
"Well I have something that makes me feel good when it's touched, it looks a lot different but they supposedly go together" he explained.
"Supposedly?" She raised her brow and smiled slightly before gasping again.
"Not everyone with a dick likes someone with a vagina and vise versa" he spelled out.
Fionna assumed she was the one with the vagina, and she was more than glad he liked people with them. She whimpered when he pulled his all fingers out, wiping them off one by one with his tongue while giving her a seductive look. Did that slime come from her? Why did it turn her on so much when he licked it from his fingers? Was she supposed to taste it too? She didn't really want to, but it was a thought. Once his fingers were clean, Marshall pulled down the rest of his pants and worked on shimmying deep blue skirt off of Fionna's almost naked body. Her eyes drifted to the bulge in his tight jockeys, slightly curious to what it looked like and even more curious to how it will make her feel.
"Is it gonna hurt too?" She whispered. He looked up at her and nodded slightly.
"More than before?" She squeaked.
Again, he nodded. She took a deep breath.
"Okay...I'm ready" she announced spreading her legs for him. Marshall took a moment to take in the imagine in front of him. Her smooth calfs and thighs lead up to her beautiful flower, and her eyes glimmered with lust. Her perfectly round breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and her body looked absolutely mouthwatering. Marshall couldn't stop himself from collapsing between her legs, kissing her hungrily while she tugged off his shorts.
There he was, perched above his favorite gal pal in Aaa and kissing her like he was poisoned and her lips were the antidote. Although Fionna felt like she was the one being poisoned; infected with the dirty things he did to her and deathly ill with how amazing he made her feel. It was sickening, but she was in love with the symptoms as he tried to take over her tongue. She didn't allow it, of course, but she did allow him to start pushing what she guessed to be his "dick" inside her. She groaned, digging her nails in to his back and cringing at the pain. He was right, it was a lot bigger than his fingers.
"You okay?" He asked. She nodded.
"K-keep going" she uttered while panting for breath. He did as she asked, slowly inching his way in and continuing to kiss whatever he could.
"Y'know Cake is gonna kill you if she finds out" Marshall pointed out about half way in.
"That's why she's not gonna find out" she grumbled, wishing he would go faster. He grunted as he jerked his hips further, causing her to flung her head back against the mattress and gasp.
"Well, you are a horrible liar and a bit of a rambler. If she asks you what you did tonight are you just gonna say you went to a party with me?" He challenged with a smug smile, fully burying himself within her and giving his hips a little wiggle, making her moan breathlessly.
"I'll cross that bridge when I get to it, until then can we please stop talking about my sister? I kinda wanna keep doing this and your killin' the mood with the whole Cake talk" she sassed, doing her best to keep her voice steady as he pulled back. He chuckled.
"Fine, I guessed I could fuck you and chat at the same time, but it seems like you just wanna do the fucking" he said in her ear, pushing back in painfully slow.
"Dammit! Go faster" she whined as he clasped her earlobe in his sparkling teeth, not breaking the skin.
He licked the cartilage in her ear and thrusted to her desired pace. She grunted with a raspy moan, dragging her nails up to his neck and digging them in to his scalp. Yes, it did hurt, but it was so worth it. Marshall's dick did a lot more than his fingers, and it made the adventuress' toes curl and the blankets stick to her sweaty back. Once again, she moaned, slowly starting to buck her hips in sync with Marshall. He could feel her restless body rocking against his, forcing a loud throaty growl from his chest as he flicked his hips harder.
"Marshall!" She squealed, dragging her nails up and down his back, leaving pink and red marks across his dead-pale skin.
The same feeling stirring in side the young adventuress' body felt like it was expanding and growing, pressing against the walls of her insides. She almost felt like a ballon being pumped up with air, except she needed to be filled up much much more. Fionna could barely mewl the words "faster" and "more" while she became more full of Marshall. He listened to her mumbled pleas between her loud moans and went faster, gave her more, and overall did all could to please her. This was all about her, she was the one loosing her virginity and damn did he want her to remember how fucking amazing he made her feel. Fionna could barely speak from all the spectacular things Marshall had done and was currently doing to her.
Her body wanted to cave in from the sensations spread through out it, arching out and continuing to claw at Marshall's back. Her voice felt like it was caught as she felt the full feeling started to expand really fast, nearly filling her to the brim while Marshall could barely hold on. She felt amazing to him, she was warm and moist and only slightly tight, but she was a virgin before now so he didn't mind it that much. He liked it when they're loose, it told him he did an excellent job at foreplay. It was overwhelming how much she aroused him, her little squeaks and moans and her restless body just screaming "fuck me". Which he was more than happy to oblige, trying his best to hold on until she got her first sweet release. But that proved more difficult as he thought, and her warm, wet sex eagerly pushing against his didn't really help either. Although she was closer than he thought, choking out half moans and gasps while nearly drawing blood from his back.
"Marshall" she breathed as she felt the sweet sensation explode inside her and fall down gently like amber sparks from the fire.
Marshall wasn't too close behind her, coming just as she sighed his name and collapsing over Fionna with her name on his last moan. The feeling of his warm cum surprised her. She had no idea what it was, or why it was inside of her. The blond took a moment to collect her breath before giving a timid sigh.
"M-Marshall?" She murmured. He raised his head from her breasts to look at her, his cheeks still slightly flushed and his lungs still panting.
"Yeah?" He sighed.
"Did you...just...pee in me?" She asked shyly. He stared at her for a moment, still breathing hard before he smiled and morphing his breaths in to laughter. Marshall's laughter continued as he pulled himself out from her, sending a slight twinge of pain up her body.
"No, bunny, I didn't. I came inside you. It's something that helps make babies" he explained.
"Are we gonna have a baby?" She questioned. He chuckled.
"No, I can't, I'm technically dead and my stuff doesn't exactly work" he informed her.
"Oh"
He repositioned himself on top of her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing sweet pecks to her sternum. A content purr vibrated from his chest against hers while her fingers pushed through his hair. Fionna smiled as she found comfort in his body on top of hers, his affectionate purrs and kisses making her smile wider. He looked up to her again.
"You look cute with short hair" he murmured, watching her cheeks turn rosy pink. Adorable.
"Thanks, I guess. It just kinda burned off when I went to the fire kingdom, but it'll grow back. I mean it's hair and it's not like it'll be like this forever, but-" Fionna's rambling was cut off by Marshall's lips as he kissed her. She didn't argue or protest as it happened, and let him kiss her calmly and barely pushing his tongue over the edge of her lips.
"Marsh-"
"Fionna, you know what we just did?" He asked seriously. She nodded, slightly surprised by his serious and stern tone of voice.
"That's called sex, and it made you feel really good, right?"
"Amazing" she agreed.
"Only I can make you feel this amazing, okay? No flame prince, no Gumball. Just. Me" he told her. She nodded.
"Of course-"
"I mean it Fi. They can't do what I did to you, okay?"
"Marshall, I get-"
"Cause they're no where near as good as me, I can tell they're amateurs. They wouldn't know what to do with you if I have them instructions. And they don't deserve yo-" this time Marshall was cut off by Fionna kissing him, the only way she could get him to shut up. She broke away too quick; he still wanted more.
"Marshall, I get it. I know not to cheat. I'm not as clueless as you think I am, okay?"
He nodded and pressed another kiss to her lips, pushing himself off of her and laying down next to her with his back against the slightly warm and damp sheets. She rolled over and rested her head on his chest, tangling her leg with his as he put his arm around her shoulder and locked his fingers with hers. His eyes traced the outlines of her face, and then surveyed the mess on his bed. Their naked legs intertwined and their clothes scattered everywhere. Her bunny hat still on the pillows and her skirt flung on to the floor; her skirt and panties were in a pile on the edge of the mattress along with his jeans. His own flannel was also on the floor me his jockeys were right next to his foot. Marshall gave a happy sigh and looked down to the now sleeping girl sprawled across his body. He always had a thing for her, and now she was his.