Chapter 13:
The table was set. Van was at the babysitter's. Star was out with friends, and Finn had the house to himself. Antsy, he kept bouncing out of his chair and over to the window to peek out and look for Simone's truck. He'd cooked up the girls' favorites, and he was praying they got here before it all got cold. Getting to talk to them on the phone had improved a lot–which was to say it was hit or miss instead of impossible. E's unpleasant trip to her mom's dungeon finally got revealed, which had Finn irritated and ready to belt Betty, but that whole deal got smoothed over. Now this was the day the girls were due to get back home.
The sound of a truck coming up the driveway alerted the hero, and he once again did his dance, bouncing out of the chair. This time, instead of going to the window, he went straight down the stairs to the front door and snatched it open just as Simone reached out with her key. She was a little startled when the door went flying open, but before she could recover from the surprise, Finn had snatched her off her feet and begun to twirl her around and around in the entry. Settling her back on her feet again, he had her pushed up against the wall, kissing her lips, grabbing her butt, and generally showing her how much he missed her. "Wow, donk," Emeraude chuckled.
The big man turned to his second wife with a sheepish smile on his face. She stood there in the doorway, a teasing smile on her pouty lips. She said nothing at all as he knelt down before her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pressed his face against her flat tummy. The wizard-woman stroked his long, blonde hair tenderly. Before they could savor the moment, though, Betty Petrikov shoved past them, announcing, "get a room." Finn glanced up to see the obnoxious woman's backside going upstairs towards his kitchen. Sheepishly, Simone offered, "mom and dad decided to stop by for a while, honey..." Which Finn took to mean that bitch was going to 'strategize' all evening. He was furious!
"C'mon," said Huntress. "I'll cook something..." "I already did," rumbled an angry Finn. The way he said that clued the wood nymph that this was going off kilter fast. She wasn't sure what to do, but Simon came in then, interrupting any nasty things that might have gotten said. Shutting the door, Finn locked it and followed the trio up the stairs where things went from bad to worse as they found Betty filling a plate for herself from Simone and Emeraude's homecoming feast. "You guys got him trained good," she said, as she nibbled at the beef stew Finn had cooked up for E. Simone and Emeraude's faces both went red hot. Simon actually looked humiliated as he watched his wife of eighteen years make a complete ass out of herself. Coming to the table, she put the plate down, opened up her notebook, and dug in.
Before Finn could blow up, knocking at the door announced more trouble. "Honey," Simone asked in a wheedling tone? "Would you go and get that?" "Yeah," muttered Finn. "I should go get you guys' stuff too." The way he said it suggested he was being chivalrous, but Simon thought he was close to exploding. He'd been talking to Betty about this for the last couple of years, suggesting she lay off Finn. He'd had patchy success with that. Now he thought they needed to have that conversation again.
Downstairs, Finn jerked open the door to find Phoebe, Marceline, Bonnie, Bon, and Frenchie all on his doorstep. "Good evening, father," said Bon. "We were told that Simon was here..." "Upstairs," growled Finn as he pushed past the quartet. Marceline had rarely ever seen that expression on Finn's face. The last time she'd seen it was when he heard about Ash's attempt to murder her. Marceline shooed Bonnie and the kids upstairs. She wanted to see what was up with Finn.
The big man went straight up to E's truck and started gathering up the stuff in the bed. The two banana guards standing beside Bonnie's limo saluted him, but he was hardly paying attention. "Hey, top-banana," Marcy teased him. "Yeah," Finn half-growled. "So what happened," she asked? "Fucking Betty happened," he muttered. It was a little crazy, in a way. Here was this dude, banging Bonnie on the side. Enthusiastically, if Bonnie was to be believed. At the same time, he was totes in love with the wife(s), and that hardly seemed to have changed for the intervening months. He looked about ready to kill Betty.
"You shouldn't be out here, Marcy," he muttered. "You should go inside where it's safe." He'd become paranoid about that since Ash's attempt to do her in. He got a little crazy when he saw her out in the sun with just a hat or an umbrella for protection. Glancing up, he gave the Goth-girl a good looking over. It was typical Marcy today. Tee-shirt, skinny-jeans, and red boots. The only concession she'd made to the sun was a hat and scarf and a pair of gloves. Chuckling, Marceline told him, "I rode over with Bonnie." But it was a pretty safe bet that she didn't ride to Bonnie's place in a car. She'd probably flown on her own. Seeing the expression on his face, the vampire said, "alright, Finn, but we should talk, ok?" "Yeah," he said. "Later."
Marceline preceded Finn into the house. Minutes after she'd gone inside, Finn came upstairs with the girls' luggage to find everyone chowing down on the feast he'd cooked. Shaking his head, the hero went upstairs with the luggage and deposited it in a corner of the master-suite. Counting to ten to calm himself down again, he took his time going back down the stairs. By the time he returned, there was little left but scraps. He'd promised leftovers for Star, and he'd intended to eat a couple of days worth himself. Now there was nothing.
Bonnie was in the midst of explaining something, and Finn put aside his anger to listen. "According to legend," said the pink princess, "centuries before the age of enlightenment, Death ruled supreme with absolute power over when and how a being would die." She'd come dressed in sexy short-shorts that were tucked tight against her magnificent ass beneath a crop-top tied up under her plump boobies. "The age of enlightenment changed that," Bonnie explained. "Humans learned to ward off pestilence and disease and lived drastically increased life-spans. For every trick Death had at his disposal, humanity had a counter. All but one... Humanity never learned to ward off the scourge of war." "Because violence comes from inside," said Simon. Bonnie nodded. Just so.
Marceline asked, "so how do vamps factor in?" The pink princess replied, "according to lore, vampires were supposed to be a super-pestilence. A scourge that drugs and herbs couldn't eliminate." Marceline's face went hot. "Guess he didn't count on Marcy," Finn laughed as he tousled the vampire's hair in good humor. Marceline glared at him, looking perilously like she'd belt him. Bonnie chuckled. "Yes, Finn," she said. "When Marceline took down the Vampire King and his court, she shattered the Pact Primeval..." Marceline was on her feet, then. "W-what's that," she demanded? Bonnie was having a little bit of fun with this. She turned to shoveling food in her mouth, making them all–but especially her dearest friend–wait. Marceline was ready to shake the shit out of her when she'd finished stuffing her face.
"The Pact," said the princess, "is an ancient agreement between the Vampire Court and Death. In exchange for their service in enforcing his will, Death grants the Vampire King and his subjects a form of immortality. They exist somewhere between life and death, but unknown to both. To insure that they would not be alone or tempted towards preserving the lives they were meant to take, Death offers them the Kiss of Eternity." They were back on very familiar ground now. Several of the vampires had offered to grant Marceline their kiss. Only the Vampire King had succeeded. As she was destroying him, he was passing on his curse to her. Smiling in response to Finn's dazed look, Bonnie explained, "a vampire is allowed to pass on his or her curse to the handful of people closest to him or her. It sort of depends on the vampire's strength, though. The weakest can only pass the curse on to one other person. Someone like Marceline could probably do it to dozens at once."
"Can it be undone," asked the vampire? Bonnie sighed, heavily. No longer amused, she admitted, "yes, Marceline, but it's very dangerous. Death intended the process to be a one-way street. Once someone is cursed, they're not supposed to go back. You would have to go to Death's lair and bargain with him." Which would likely be about as much fun as bargaining with Aquandrius the Wishmaster.
"A fun story," Betty chuckled, "but Death isn't a person..." "Yeah," said Simon. "He is." His wife frowned at him. "He used to hassle me," said Simon. "Kept reminding me that I was going nuts and that I'd be better off if I just let him take me." As Betty goggled at him, Simon told her about how Death had tempted him when they were on the flying carpet headed towards Wizard City. "He's kind of a jerk," agreed Finn. When the others were looking at him, the hero explained, "he wants souls. He doesn't really like people who live forever." Face gone thoughtful, Betty said, "well I'm not sure how we could help you, Marceline..." Marcy admitted, "I'm trying to figure it out myself..." Frowning, she said, "I just need a bargaining chip. Something to make him release Marshall."
Finn moved to collect the dishes. As he took Bonnie's plate, she brushed her hand across his arm, smiling and winking as she did. By way of covering his surprise, he told Marceline, "well, you could try a Battle of the Bands with him. Death's a rocker too." The vampire was very interested in that. Said she, "what kind of music does he play?" Finn chuckled, "death metal. What else?" Nodding, Marceline said, "I'll have to think about that. Thanks, Finn. Thanks, Bonnie." "No prob," said Finn. "Anybody for a movie?" As Phoebe, Simon, Simone, and Emeraude perked up, Betty squished the idea pretty thoroughly, announcing, "we still need to figure out how to neutralize the Wizard Police. If their union declares for Harod the Grim, we're done for." Just like that, Finn's homecoming party for his girls got converted into Betty's strategy session.
Finn bent to the task of cleaning up the aborted 'party', shuttling back and forth to the sink with dishes and silverware. Marceline felt bad for him. This was about as bad as bad got. As she moved to the kitchen to sort of try cheering him up with a little singing, Bonnie moved in first. "Let me help," she said. Which was about as good as her saying that she was going to try flirting and teasing under Simone and Emeraude's noses. Fuming, Marceline turned and headed back into the living room, leaving the pink pain in the ass to her scheming.
Down near ten, Simone and Emeraude were showing the strains of the long hours they'd been working. Seeing his daughter nodding off, Simon shut down Betty's endless scheming over the Wiz Cops and their other assorted adversaries in favor of heading for home. He wanted to get a little sleep himself, and he wanted his little girl to get some rest. A grateful Finn escorted the pack down to the door where he found his two bananas staring out into the darkness in worry. Brushing past them to open the door, Finn quickly figured out why.
"Glob," stammered Finn! He'd never seen a knife-storm this bad before. One of the guards announced, "it's been like that for the last hour!" "Whyn't you say something," howled their commander?! He was ready to pound both of them, but Simone moved past that. This was dangerous, and nobody needed to be out in that. "Looks like you're all staying here," she said. Turning away from the door, she headed upstairs announcing, "Phoebe can have the furnace or oven if she likes. Bonnie can share with Emeraude and I. Marcy? You can sleep in Fionna's room. Daddy? You and mom can have Billy's room. Bon? You and Frenchie can stay in Star's room." Arriving in the kitchen once more, Finn asked, "uh... where'm I sleepin'?" He'd sort of been looking forward to bangin' one of the girls tonight. Emeraude laughingly retorted, "on the couch, donk. You're not a guest." Finn stuck his tongue out at her.
Simone and Emeraude bustled around, getting out bedding and other odds and ends, while Bon and Frenchie played grab-ass in the corner. Bonnie gave Finn suggestive smiles, licking her lips and giving him the eye, while Finn did his best not to notice. It was an atmosphere that threatened to blow up on him. He had his girlfriend in the house dressed in sexy tight shorts and a tight top, and he had his wives–oblivious to what his girlfriend was doing–moving around in the house trying to find places for everybody to sleep.
At the same time, Phoebe had her head stuck in the stove, trying to decide if that would be comfortable enough. The sight of her, with that big, round ass stuck out behind her, was enough to give Finn an instant boner. It helped not at all that he knew Phoebe's body pretty much had all the right bits. "Mmm... It's a little tight in there," said the elemental. Finn rumbled, "I bet it is." Then he blushed at his own double entendre. "I think I'll look at the furnace," announced the elemental, as she headed for the stairs. When she'd gone, Bonnie sidled up to him and stroked the back of his hand with hers. Finn had a sudden vision of all three of his women sleeping in his bed upstairs. That did little to help him with the hard dick he had just now.
Bonnie's dazzling smile and plump lips made him think of the way she'd sucked his whang in his office that morning, and he had to make himself glance away. Of course that left him staring into Marcy's red eyes. There was something there that made him wonder if she didn't realize what he and Bonnie had been doing. Finn decided to go look into making the couch in his office comfortable. It was a lot better padded than the one in the living room. Marceline watched him go, feeling a stab of jealousy. It was obvious that Finn was banging Bonnie on a regular basis now, and Bonnie couldn't be happier. She'd come in with a brilliant smile on her face, and she'd been flirty and giggly all evening.
Simone came back downstairs with pillows and blankets for Marceline. Handing them off, she asked, "where's Phoebe?" "Went down to the furnace," said Bonnie. "Oh," said Simone. "Alright." Marcy took the pillows and blankets and carried them into the little bunny-girl's room, laying them out on the bed. When she returned to the living room, she found Simone kissing Finn good night. "See you in the morning, babe," said Finn as he grabbed a handful of that meaty ass. "Ooh, Finn," squealed the beautiful sorceress. Emeraude went next, and she grabbed his ass instead. Then all three of Finn's women went up the stairs.
Finn watched those wiggling butts go, and Marcy just knew what he was thinking. He had both his known and unknown girls here in the house at the same time. Which meant he was pretty much fucking none of them. As those three wiggling asses disappeared from sight, Finn gave vent to a heavy-hearted sigh. Turning to Marcy, he said, "'night, Marcy..." Then he went into his office to go to bed.
Marceline stood there a bit longer as her mind tumbled over dangerous thoughts. She wanted a boyfriend. She hadn't had a boyfriend in twenty fucking years. She hadn't been laid in twenty fucking years. Simone and Emeraude were getting it. Even Bonnie was getting it. Going into her room, the vampire got out of her boots and jeans and stretched out on the covers in tee-shirt and panties. Floating there, trying to sleep, she found her thoughts whirling around in her brain like a jumble of disconnected emotions.
As the hours crawled by, those disjointed thoughts and fears slowly began to solidify. Her emotions coalesced around one singular thought. Finn was just a few feet away, and his wives were upstairs, completely oblivious to the traitor in bed with them. All three of the women who owned a piece of Finn were upstairs. That left Finn all alone down here. When the boy-prince started fucking his barely-legal little slut again, Marcy had had enough.
Rising, she floated out to the living room to find the place empty. Nobody was there. Listening carefully, she floated across the living room to the entry for Finn's study. Just as she'd guessed, he was inside, sprawled out on the floor asleep. Floating through the doorway, she closed the door behind her, then floated over to his bed. He looked so cute asleep–drooling on the pillow. Dressed in his boxers and a tee-shirt, Finn was completely oblivious.
Marceline knelt at his side, and eased his boxers down, exposing his cock–the nasty piece of meat that Bonnie had said was fucking huge. Gently she stroked it–just feather-light touches–as it slowly hardened under her touch. She couldn't really help thinking of Bonnie's words–how she'd ridden that fat dick in Finn's hospital room. Slipping a hand down the front of her panties, the vampire began to rub her horny pussy, teasing her own button as she continued to jerk on Finn's fat cock. Slowly it began to harden under her touch, getting longer and fatter as Finn began to moan in his sleep. Marcy bit her lip, feeling the hot girl-juice flow, moistening her pussy as she slid a finger in and out of her hungry snatch.
As Finn's fat boner sprang to full attention, she went over the edge, biting her lip and whining deep in her throat. She had to have it. She had to have that cock. Slipping her soggy panties off, Marceline climbed up over him, aimed the fat shaft at her dripping snatch, and sank down.
It hurt a little. There was so much dick, it seemed rather like it wouldn't go in. But the vampire kept trying. She slowly eased down that fat dick, forcing a little of it at a time up her honey-hole. At the same time, she rubbed her hot button, trying hard to keep the hot juice flowing. More and more of his fat dong disappeared up her pussy until at long last her hips made contact with his. Marcy moaned long and loud.
And that was what woke Finn.
If you'd asked what Finn expected to see when he woke up, Marceline riding his dick was pretty far down the list. Before he could say a word, she clamped a hand over his mouth. "Shh," hissed the raven-haired beauty. Leaning down, she said, "I want my turn, Finn..." Throwing her head back, the sexy vampire lady moaned in heat. "You're so fucking big," she breathed. Finn sat up and tried to push her off of him. Much like Huntress had, Marcy wrapped her long legs around him and held on.
Holding him tight against her, Marceline whispered, "I never got a chance with you... I missed my chance..." She sounded... hurt. Looking into her eyes, he found tears. Finn found himself a little irritated. Were all his old flames going to hit on him? It was bad enough he'd gone over the line with Bonnie, but now Marcy too? Marcy said, "can't you love me a little, Finn? You love her!" The color drained out of his face as he realized that she knew about he and Bonnie. He was so dead. He was completely screwed now. As long as it was just he and Bonnie, he'd felt like there was a chance at hiding things and maybe getting them back to normal. Now...
"Please, Finn," Marcy sniffled. "I... you know you love me..." Slipping his fingers behind her head, Finn drew her face to his and kissed Marcy. There was no snide comment about 'no tongue' this time around as he swapped spit with his beautiful 'bro'. Marceline enthusiastically kissed him back, her serpentine tongue teasing at his. Her lips were as cool to the touch as Simone's had been when the Crown controlled her. He could almost feel her leeching the heat out of his body. At the same time, he felt her hard body grinding against his, her snatch milking his hard fucker.
Breaking that hot kiss, Marceline put her lips to his ear and whispered, "fuck your pussy, pretty baby..." Finn began to stroke her, drawing back and then shoving that hard dong deep up her hot channel. "Oooh, yeah...," whined Marcy as he began to rail her. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, as he began to ride her hard. Her hot snatch felt like a vice, and he wondered when the last time was that she'd gotten laid. Ash, maybe?
At the same time, she was so beautiful, and he was getting to fuck her at last. He was not ashamed to say that Marceline had figured prominently in a fantasy or three when he was a teen. Straightening a little, he reached down and caressed those plump knobs of hers. Pointy like two pears, they wobbled and jiggled in his hands, the hard nips already poking out. Bending down he sucked hard on the left one–one of the baby-food factories that had fed his son. "Oh, yes, baby," she moaned. Back arching, hands clawing at the floor, Marceline went over the edge, her snatch clamping down painfully tight on him. Finn groaned and very nearly shot off right there. The handsome hero grabbed his shirt and stuffed a corner of it into her mouth, gagging her. Then he put her knees up on his shoulders. Marceline blinked in surprise.
And then he began to pound her. Hard.
Finn pushed the sexy vampire's hands up over her head as he slammed that fat log back and forth in her tight pussy. Thrashing and squealing into her gag, Marceline began to climb the heights of pleasure again. It was so fucking good. It was every bit as good as Simone and Bonnie had said. He was a fucking stud. Her stupid, dork of a friend–the guy she'd teased for half his life–was a fucking certified stud.
He knew just how to play the notes. He stroked her body like a delicate instrument, causing sweet music to come out. Hot girl goo drooled from her overheated snatch in a steady stream, lubing the hard dong that pistoned in and out of her tender honey-pot. The girth was so wide, it seemed like her poor pussy would turn inside out every time he pulled it out. The way he held her and used her... It was like the bondage games Ash used to play on her.
Finn went faster and faster, his hips like a triphammer as he thrust into her wet cavern over and over again. "Finnnnn," wailed Marceline, but the gag blocked all sound. Reaching down, he began to pinch and torment her button, getting her even more worked up. Finally the sexy vampire lady went over the edge, her hot pussy sucking the sap from his balls. Finn let her have it with both barrels, his hips thrusting and thrusting into hers as his nuts emptied themselves.
The Hero of Ooo lay down beside Marceline and took the gag out of her mouth. Slipping his arms around her, he pulled her to him and held her. When she was calm again and no longer trembling, he told her, "Marcy, I..." The vampire turned and put her finger to his lips, silencing him. "Finn," she murmured. "I know what you're going to say... Hear me out, though." Blushing, Finn nonetheless nodded. Snuggling in against him, Marceline said, "there's nothing saying a man can't have two mistresses, Finn. I'm... I'm still me... I guess... I wouldn't ever really make a play to have you permanently... I'm... In a way I'm safe. I don't want that kind of thing. I'd... I'm happy just kind of being your girlfriend."
Finn wanted to scream at her. Huntress had been 'just happy' in that role. Until she wasn't anymore. Bonnie had been more or less happy with just having him around. Trouble was that things were changing there and going in a dangerous direction. Laying her head on his chest, she sighed, "just think about it... Ok?" And what was he going to say? With a heavy sigh, Finn promised he would.
Much as she wanted to lay there and sleep at his side all night, Marceline knew she needed to get back to the guest room. If Phoebe even once suspected Marceline was trying something underhanded, she might well find herself out in the knife-storm. Kissing her boyfriend on the lips and slipping him a little tongue, Marcy got her panties and tee-shirt back on before slipping back out to her room.
Now he's really gone and done it...