Daughter's dark love

Hunson and Marceline

Series: Adventure Time

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Marceline whistled as she floated into her cave with a parasol to keep the sun away while she held a bag of groceries in the other arm. "Ah, home sweet home." she said folding up the parasol. She entered her house and turned on the light before going to the kitchen and put the bag on the table. "Okay let's see raspberries, strawberries, red apples, red peppers, cherries, box of red erasers, watermelon, yep that's all my groceries."

She grabbed the box of erasers and moved toward the cabinet went she felt a familiar burning on her face. "Ow." she dropped the box as she hissed, covering the spot and looked to see something was reflecting sunlight at her near the entrance to the cave and through her window. She growled before stomping out the house. "Stupid wannabe vampire hunters always leaving these idiotic traps."

She reached the spot and saw it was some kind of necklace laying against a rock. It was a necklace with a black thread and silver circle with what looked like a demonic bite mark in the center of it. "Dude, nice!" she grinned and floated back into her house. "This necklace looks like it was made for me." she said putting it around her neck. She felt an odd tingle run up her neck while seeing an image of her dad appear briefly in her mind while she saw the necklace glow.

Within seconds it disappeared under her shirt and became a tattoo on her chest.

"What the?" she spoke in confusion as she looked down at her chest. "What just happened?" as she questioned this she saw another of her father flash before her eyes. "Of course." she narrowed her eyes and grabbed a pen off her coffee table then floated back into the kitchen and drew a face on the wall. Afterwards she yanked open the fridge, grabbed the carton of bug milk and splattered it against the drawing. "Maloso vobiscum et cum spiritum!"

The face glowed before the portal to the Nightosphere opened with Marceline floating in and ignoring the flames as the portal closed behind her. The screams of the tortured demons assaulted her ears and she could only sigh before looking up at her father's palace. "What kind of lame plan are you doing now dad?" she questioned as as she rocketed to the entrance. "Dad! Get your saggy rump out here!" she bellowed.

Slowly she heard the sound of footsteps saw and her dad coming down the stairs.

"Marcy! Great to see you sweetie!" said Hunson Abadeer ."What brings you here? You hardly ever come by."

"Cut the crap dad! I know you're responsible for this thing on me." she said angrily and pointed to the tattoo.

Hunson looked and gasped. "Marceline! Where in all of Ooo did you get a tattoo?!"

"It was a necklace and you know it. what's the big idea? And what's with the weird tingling feeling I got right after putting it on." she crossed her arms.

"Oh dear, that's not good. Okay okay, just calm down and take a seat." he said creating two chairs and a table from the ground.

Marceline huffed and sat in one while her father took the other. "Start talking, now."

"Okay, it's like this, some time ago I had some old acquaintances over. We talked and poked a little fun about the pathetic mortals when something interesting came up. We all had daughters that hated us."

"Wow big shocker." Marceline rolled her eyes in sarcasm.

"And so we talked some more on ways that might help get our daughters to bond with us, wanna be with us like a family. And that's when we learned about an ancient figure from some old books who was said to have a very close bond with her father, Electra."

"Who?"

"Electra." he spoke a little louder. "Learn to listen a little better, okay?"

"I heard you fine, I was asking who Electra is."

"Well from what we found, she was a girl who use to live in a region called 'Greek', and it said that she and her brother, Clytemnestra, both plotted and succeeded in murdering their mother and step-father, due to the fact that their real father was killed by the two."

"Okay, but what does that got to do with this necklace?"

"I'm getting there. We later found an old shrine dedicated to her. It turns out there use to be a saying named after her, the Electra complex, which was about a daughter feeling jealous of their mother for being with their father. The old books also stated it was hinted she loved her father just like a woman and that was part of the reason for avenging him."

"Okay ew, just….. Ew."

"And we were all ready to go, but one of us prayed to her for good luck, and shockingly a bright light appeared and the very woman herself appeared before us. She gave us the secret to forging special necklaces that would help in this task, some less perfect than others and a little warped, and after tossing a few into alternate dimensions, looking at the results we found it was beyond what we had wanted, way beyond, but Electra, she enjoyed what she saw. We gave them back and wanted to put that business behind us. Obviously she didn't get the hint."

"You mean she put one of those necklaces where I could find it?" she asked in panic.

"Looks that way."

"Well what did they do? And how do I get it off?"

"Well to answer your second question, you can't it's apart of you now. As for what it does, it makes the wearer fall in love with their biological parents."

"SAY WHAT?!" gawked marceline. "WHY WOULD YOU MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THAT!?"

"We didn't know it was that bad until after we made the darn things!"

Marceline stood up and tried clawing at her chest while seeing the symbol start to glow. She cried out and clutched her head. "AHHHHH!"

"Don't worry Marcy I have a plan." he said and used his magic to form chains around her. "I'll lock you in the dungeon for a thousand or so years, and hopefully it will have worn off by then."

Marceline hissed and thrashed around as her dad brought her dragged her down to the dungeon where a set of guards took her and locked her in one of the cells.

"Note to self, visit Marceline on holidays." he spoke before a tentacle wrapped around his neck and pulled him back.

"Where….do you think….. you're going?" growled Marceline partially in her transformed state. The chains were broken and the guards were unconscious.

Hunson grabbed the tentacle and tried pulling it off while Marceline pulled him closer and closer. Once he was close enough she reached down and ripped the magic amulet from around his neck. "Marceline, stop acting like this and give me my amulet back." his suit was pulled off his body before receding into the amulet.

"That makes this so much easier." she grinned licking her lips. She sprouted wings and took off while dragging her father along out of the dungeon and to the master bedroom.

"Marcy I am your father, and I'm ordering you to put me down." he spoke in his best firm tone.

She put him down alright, on the large bed before tearing the clothes from her body in an instant. "Ah, much better."

"M-Marceline!"

"Yes, Daddy?" she'd asked in a sultry tone and made an alluring pose.

"As your father I am ordering you to cease and decease this, right now."

"But don't you want me to love you?" she slowly moved on the bed and crawled towards him. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

"Well yes, but not like this!" he exclaimed, "This is wro-" he was caught off guard when Marceline's hand went to the bulge in his boxers. "GAH!"

"Just relax, besides what's the harm? Demons are immune to STD's and centuries of inbreeding have made them incredibly fucked up that no one can tell whats a birth defect and whats not."

"That's not the point young lady!"

She simply ignored him and pulled his boxers down releasing his length from its confinement. "Ooh!" she reached down and rubbed a finger against the sides before firmly grasping it.

"HELLO!" He jumped slightly surprise. He knew well that it was a bad idea to enrage a woman who had him, or any man for that matter, by the junk.

"You're so stiff, when was the last time you slept with a woman?" she asked while moving her hand up and down it.

"I-I've had no time, the past few centuries have been busy."

"So you're pretty much pent up?" she said before moving her other hand to his balls. At the slightest touch a jet of semen shot out. "Very pent up."

"Ah! M-Maybe." he groaned out.

Marceline smirked and grabbed the sack and more came out, much more.

"Oh Glob, that is such a relief." he moaned out.

"If you cum so much too soon, you might flood the room." she chuckled before leaning down and flicking her tongue against the tip. She made her tongue stretch thin and fork at the tip like a snakes before swirling it around the head.

"Gah!" he grunted out with wide eyes while more sperm trickled out like a fountain. "Dear Glob! Ah! M-Marcy!"

"Come on dad, go wild." growled Marceline with lust before moving her head to the tip and slid her lips around it while sucking on it.

'Holy- She's even better than the harlots at the local brothels.'

Marceline suddenly stopped and slid her mouth off while frowning. "Are you thinking about some other girl?"

"Well...not one girl precisely, but- EEP!" he cried out seeing Marceline grow into her large monster bat form while hissing.

"WHO IS SHE?! I'LL TEAR ALL OF THEM AND YOU INTO PILES OF FLESH!"

"The harlots at the local brothel, they do a half assed job compared to you!"

She let out a low growl before slowly going back to normal and gripped his cock. "I'm gonna make sure NO OTHER girl can drain you dry." she leaned back down before sliding her mouth over the tip and over the rest of the shaft.

"Oh fuck! I haven't had a good deep throat in a thousand years." he groaned out before jumping as he started to feel her tongue flick against the slit of his cock like it was digging inside for his sperm. "Ah!" He cried sending ropes of his seed down her throat.

Marceline relaxed her throat while eagerly using her throat muscles to gulp down every little bit of semen she could, but he just kept going and going there was no end to it. She had to pull off and got a faceful of his semen as a result of it.

Hunson breathed heavily while he looked at her cum soaked face. "Sweet….Glob…..almighty."

"Hope you're not too tired because I'm just getting started with you." she grinned wiping some of the semen off her face. "You're not leaving this bed until I look nine months preggers."

Hunson gulped as she crawled onto his lap with his rock pressed up against her snatch.

"Hope I'm not too rusty, it's been over 40 years since I last got laid." she remarked with a hum as she gripped his cock and lined it up with her soaked pussy and began grinding her folds against the tip. "And don't hesitate to take charge dad, I might like it."

Before he could speak, she started start to lower herself on his rod. Both groaned and hissed from the feeling due to his cock being a bit bigger than what she had experienced, and her cunt being one of the tightest he'd ever felt. "Sweet Glob!"

She smiled down at him as she moved her hands up his chest and gyrated her hips. "Oh fuck! It's barely in and I can already feel my hole get stretched out."

As Hunson watched his member disappear into her womanhood inch by inch, he felt his resolve being whittled away. "Ah, Marceline! This is amazing! I might end up blowing my load already!"

"Might? Then I guess that means I'll have to up my game." she gave a fanged smirk before she tightened up her insides and started bouncing her hips up and down faster.

"Oh Glob! I...I...I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE!" He shouted and grabbed her waist before bucking up into her bouncing. "If you want your father's cock so much, then take it all Marceline!"

"Ah! Ah! Haah! Ah! That's it! That's how I like it!" she moaned from the feeling of his cock pushing in deeper inside her. "Come on dad, really give it to me!"

He growled and grabbed her wrists before flipping them over to where he was on top pounding into her. "Are you proud of yourself? Are you happy that you turned your father into an incestuous freak, you little slut?"

"Oh Glob yes!" she cried out. "Ah! More! Gimme more!"

"You want more you little whore, then take it all!" he grunted slamming his whole cock in and out with his whole strength as he held down her wrists. With each thrust Marceline moaned in absolute pleasure. She was by far one of his bests. He heaved and panted as his hips slapped against hers. "I'm close Marcy, real close!" he leaned down and licked at her neck. Focusing more on the tiny bite mark holes.

"Yes! Give it to me! If you pull out you'll suffer the pain of a thousand deaths!" she moaned out from feeling her body tingle from his licking.

He groaned out as he hit the point of no return and emptied inside her. Both of them roared out as his sperm shot into her hole with more force than any of his other times which brought Marceline to her own peak screaming and arching into him. After that everything started to blur. Though their minds were fogged, their bodies continued.

Hours later they regained their senses with almost all energy drained from them. Marceline blinked as her eyes lay upon the room. It had been trashed. "Woah."

The walls were covered in claw marks and semen, the dresser was in the floor on its back, the bed frame destroyed beyond repair and body prints all over the ceiling that looked like large japanese writing.

"Can't…..move….an inch…." Hunson got out.

Marceline used all the remaining strength in her battered and beaten body to push herself up with her arms. She felt odd and looked down at her stomach. "Wow, this much is definitely gonna get a little guy, or girl, growin in no time." she said looking down at her enlarged belly. She was so stuffed with cum that her belly button went from an innie to an outie.

"M-Marcy….." Hunson groaned raising a shaky hand. "Amulet...P-Please."

"Hmmm, I don't know. After all you might use it to run away and try flirting with those sluts. And we can't have that, now can we?"

"Please...So weak." he wheezed and looked at her pleadingly.

"Alright, I'll get it, but then you gotta sign some papers afterwards." She retrieved her father's amulet and slid it around his neck.

He felt his power come back while his suit reformed and he let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you Marceline, I feel better already." he said and stood up from the bed.

"No problem, and I'll be gone for a while, so don't go anywhere." she ordered with a growl.

"Right-o, I will stay right here, heh heh, oh boy." he put on a fake smile while feeling nervous of her wrath and sat in a chair. "But before you leave, you might want to do something about…." he pointed a finger at her belly.

"Eh, someone says anything, I'll eat their soul." she shrugged before morphing into a bat and floated out of the room.

"What is she up to?"

(An hour later)

"Back dad!" called Marceline reentering the room with some forms in her arm before changing back her normal form, still naked as the day she was born and looking ready to pop.

. "And I got some paperwork I need you to sign."

"Um….alright."

"Here's a pen." she handed the pen to him and held the forms in front of him. "Just sign on the dotted lines."

"Yes yes, I know what to do." he said jotting down his John Hancock. "What are these for anyway?"

"Oh just some simple forms. Like ownership of the entire Nightosphere, a little form regarding the title of Queen of the Nightosphere, oh and a couple of forms to set up a trust fund for our kid, or kids."

Hunson dropped the pen as his jaw hung low.

"What's wrong? Miss a signature? Don't worry, I got copies. And I'll be taking this." she spoke and swiped the amulet from his neck once more.

"Marceline! Explain." he frowned.

"Oh just collecting payment you owe for all the years of neglect." she spoke going through the papers. "So I'm just making sure I get the title of your wife, mother of your future kids, and Queen of the Nightosphere. Oh, and I slipped in a form that states if you ever cheat on me and the reason is not reasonable nor something we both gave our conceses for, I have the right to torture and/or kill the girls involved while you lose your title, and all known property and assets." she smiled at the expression on his face. "I have big plans for this place."

Hunson gulped as she pulled the papers way.

"And these papers are magically bound to the person who wrote down on them, so trying to get rid of them won't work, and any attempts will only be allowed for so long before the magic imbued in them, well let's say gives you a little shock to stop you. If you still keep doing it though, the shock gets worse and worse, until eventually…..well you get the idea. Now then, I'm going to go shower and I'm leaving you in charge for the remainder of the day so I can draw up the plans for the nursery."

Hunson watched his daughter leave the room while sinking deeper into his chair. "My own daughter just put me in a bind I can't get out, but at the same time the sex with her was amazing. Damn it! I can't tell whether this is an improvement or I've just written my own punishment for eternity."

"Hey Dad, what do think about throwing a weekly sex party?"

"Um, do you mean for the two of us?"

"No, the whole nightosphere. It's not a party if there are only two people."

"Well why would you wanna throw something like that every week?"

"I may not have been raised around demons, but I know how they can get. I'm surprised there's not jizz all over the place." she crossed her arms. "And it might make them a little more eager to listen to us."

"...do I get a free pass?"

"I have to see the demon, learn about them, and join in just to make sure they don't overstep their boundaries."

"...I think that could work."

"Then we're in agreement. I'm gonna go yell it out from the window after my shower." she said and closed the bathroom door behind her.

"Maybe this won't be so bad after all."