He drearily gazed up to meet the expression of a very worried Marceline.
"Dude! You're scaring the life into me! What the heck is wrong!?" she demanded.
"My head. It's been...it's be-.." Finn started, but stopped mid-sentence. He tasted a tinge of copper welling up in his throat.
He brought his hand to his mouth in examination. The hand pulled away soaked crimson red. Blood. He was bleeding profusely. He had bitten into his tongue when he was convulsing on the floor. Mild fatigue fell over Finn as his eyelids felt heavy and his body grew stiff. He gurgled a bit as the blood trickled out of his mouth and over his jaws.
"Marcie, I ne-" Finn attempted to say.
Marceline said nothing, her eyes fixed on Finn.
"I-I...help. I need help. Please. I'm scared." Finn muttered, beginning to cry. He sank further into the couch and grasped his jaws, trying in vain to stop the bleeding. Marceline remained in a fixed, hallow gaze as tears rolled down Finn's cheeks.
"Why won't you r-respond to m-me!?" Finn confusedly stammered.
"Your face." Marceline hypnotically uttered. "I never noticed how scrumptious your face looked before, fleshy-boy." She droned, slowly circling her lips with her tongue.
Finn's eyes grew wide with fear and anxiety. What the bump did she just say?
Before he could ask her about what was going on, she lunged her fangs into Finn's right cheek, screeching as she attempted to feed. Finn screamed in anguish. Why was this happening?
Marcie deepened her grip into Finn's face, her teeth clamping down like a vise. The red was soothing. The screams were soothing. Everything was just so soothing. It was not enough. She wanted more. She opened her mouth, recoiling from Finn for a moment. Finn, in a state of complete shock and pain, tried to wriggle free out from underneath his viscious attacker.
"Oh no no no, we're just getting started!" Marceline roared, now completely taken with bloodlust "YOU'RE MY MEAL NOW AND YOU AREN'T LEAVING!" She pinned Finn down with his back against the couch and tore at his torso. She ripped his sweater and shirt from his body and lunged into his neck with her razor-sharp fangs, draining the boy of his vital fluids. She locked her claws under his ribs to keep him from squirming or trying to resist.
Finn did not know what to do. He grew more pale by the moment. His life was being drained away by one of his best friends. Why was this happening? "Please,
let this all be a terrible nightmare" he desperately thought "Let this all be the worst dream of my life. I'm really zonked out back in my bed and Jake is lounging in his drawer ranting about breakfast foods."
This couldn't be a dream, however. The pain felt too real. The growing weakness felt too real. The pounding in his head as his mind filled with the searing light again was too real. Marceline drew back once more and yanked the boy's face up to meet hers. It was distorted and disfigured. Her once soft, mild features were now jagged and rough. Her nose was that of a rabid bat and her skin was starting to droop, as if heavy from centuries of sorrow and abrasion.
"You're never leaving here." the vampire queen sneered, caressing the scruff of Finn's neck. She cracked a wicked smile and begun undoing the buttons of her oversized flannel shirt. The fabric crumpled to the floor, exposing a rotten amalgam of a torso. Her skin was gray and decomposing. Maggots feasted on the unholy patchwork of her body. Large sections of flesh were missing, exposing bare ribs and guts. Juices leaked from her like a sprung well or a dirty, cracked sink.
"But, first" she paused "...we have some fun. I can't let you leave this world without experiencing love."
"L-l..lo-" Finn eeked out.
"Yes, fleshy boy. Love. Corrupted love." she hissed, violently grabbing Finn's hands.
She brought the boys hands to her mouth and bit his fingers, savoring the smears of blood still soaking his digits as he writhed in pain. She polished them with rough, dry strokes of her tongue. Upon cleaning a few off, she turned Finn's palms towards her own body and thrust them upon her. She guided his hands up and down her grotesque figure and stared into the boy's eyes; they were filled with tears and confusion. The hands made their way over every inch of corroded flesh. His hands soaked in the bile of the demon's corpse, the stench became overwhelming. She used his open palms to knead her rotting breasts. She closed her eyes and sighed, breathing heavily. She gnashed her teeth as she squeezed Finn's hands open and shut around her tits. She felt the hands try to jerk away and opened her eyes.
"What's wrong, Finn?" she queried, tilting her head, still grinning evily.
"I f-feel w-w-weird. This is w-weird. It's wrong and disgusting. L-let me go, please. Please just let me go...I'll do w-whatever you want j-just leave me alone." he begged, gasping for air. Marceline's grin melted into a frown and her eyebrows furrowed.
"What do you mean 'wrong', fleshy boy? Isn't this what you wanted? Isn't this what all men want!? To fuck a decomposing sack of bones, fluids, and flesh!?"
She released Finn and stood up, clearly enraged. Finn felt no sensation in his legs and the room's forms were beginning to dissolve again. The lights were playing tricks on him, convening at odd angles and refracting spectacularly.
He could not stand up. Dizziness and nausia were setting in. He returned his focus to Marceline who was now creeping back towards him.
Don't you want to feel my squishy innards you little spineless coward?" she shouted, her face now a few mere inches from Finn's. "You'll do whatever I want,
alright. You'll endure it and enjoy it you fucking worm. I saw the way you blushed when I messed with your hair earlier. It was so pathetic that I almost burst out laughing, but I refrained because I felt so sorry for your ass." she sneered.
Finn was speechless, mouth agape. The head pain worsened and he felt like he was going to pass out at any moment. A cold euphoria embraced him and he felt weightless.
"Nothing to say, huh? Fine."
Marceline raised Finn's left hand up and shoved it into the front of her jeans. She growled sharply, leaned into the boy's frame, bit her lower lip, and started grinding into Finn's fingers. There was no warmth on Finn's fingers, but instead a cold slickness and the sensation of brushing against gaping,
rotting sores. Marceline groaned a deep, rumbling groan.
Marceline fished for the other wrist and pinned it against the couch cushion,
plunging her mouth into Finn's and exploring its depths with her freakishly long demon tongue. The sagging skin of her face brushed against Finn's and freaked him out. He let his eyes creep shut to avoid the horrid sight.
The vampire queen briefly pulled away, the wicked grin returning once more. She was breathing heavily, the exposed organs shifting with each breath.
"That's it, fleshy-boy. Just accept this. Accept me as your owner and master,
my little meal" she taunted.
Finn swallowed hard, his throat dry and parched from coagulated blood and drainage.
The demon's tongue left a thick slime in his mouth. It felt so gross that he summoned all his strength to speak.
"N-need...*cough* need wa-...wat-.." he choked.
"Need what?"
"Wat-...water. P-please. Water. So th-thirsty." Finn managed.
"Nope! No water here. There's no relief for shitstains like you."
Marcie stood up, towering above the broken lad. She unzipped her torn jeans and wriggled them off her hips, letting them fall to the ground to reveal red and black striped panties hugging her greyish pale skin. It was a startling juxtaposition: seeing a rotting demon in lingerie. They were soaked a yellow-ish brown with oil and pus.
She crawled on top of Finn and slid her hands across his body, eventually making her way to his crotch. She slid her bony fingers into his pants and stroked his cock. Finn squirmed beneath her and began to object, but Marceline pulled him into another deep kiss. She plunged her tongue into the depths his throat and stroked faster and faster. Finn's cock began hardening and she pulled her lips away from the boy.
Marceline examined Finn's face to find his eyes closed. He was blushing and panting, mostly from fatigue. She slowed her stroking and teased his tip. She felt his body jerk sharply with each tug and cracked another wicked grin. She released his penis and ran her hands through his thick, blonde hair once more, burying her face in it.
"I do so love your golden locks, fleshy-boy" she hissed.
Finn felt waves of shame washing over him and did not respond.
Marceline raised her upper body and pulled Finn's pants below his hips, his now-erect cock standing at attention. She positioned herself above it and pulled the bottom of her panties to the side, exposing her cold, dead pussy.
It dripped an unknown mixture of fluid and pus onto Finn's penis, causing his eyes to shoot open. The fluid seeped into this urethra and stung fiecely. He screeched and whined, but Marceline would not let him move. Instead, she grabbed his shaft and positioned him at her entrance.
"Corrupted love, fleshy-boy. Now you're mine!" she roared
Marceline lowered herself onto Finn's cock, bottoming out with a squish and a splorch. Finn panicked. The loose, moldy canal of the demon entrapped him and stung his flesh. She rocked back and forth, plunging Finn in and out of her.
She groaned and arched her back. Finn felt his dick brushing past the maggots and parasites infesting her bowels and began to gag violently.
Finn lurched forward and forcefully puked all over himself and Marceline's torso. "Yes! Yes! Give your body to me in its entirety!" commanded the vampire. Finn ejected all the blood-laced vomit he could manage and collapsed back into the couch, empty, choking on his own tangy, bitter bile.
Marceline was now bucking her hips wildly and leaning forward, resting her forehead on Finn's chest, gripping his shoulders for support. Finn's consciousness was growing dim and he felt the shallow touch of death approaching him.
"ARGGH!" Marceline roared at the top of her lungs, twitching violently and collapsing on top of Finn's body. Finn was already fainted and unconscious.
"You're not dying on me yet, boy" she murmured.
