Uh oh, lemon ahead. Should probably use that there viewer discretion, am I right?

Jake had gone to sleep a while ago now, and BMO agreed to sleep upstairs to give Marceline and Finn privacy. Finn was stretching out an arm while Marceline had been laying down on the sofa next to him.

"Feeling alright?"

"Yeah," Finn replied, "I just pulled my arm a while ago and it's feeling better; I just need to stretch it out."

"I can always take top," Marceline teased as she wrapped her arms around him from behind. Kissing his cheek several time and then his neck.

He let out relaxed breath and laid down. "Alright, you take charge this time."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," She said breathily as she traced her lips up his chest and to his neck. She trailed kisses from his collar bone to his lips and stayed there for a while. The kiss was long and loving, and rather soft for Marceline's usually demanding tastes. But as they felt each other up and down they would find themselves parting for Marceline to take off her bra.

"Awfully soft for you, Marcy," Finn teased kissing between her breasts.

Marceline took a deep breath and sighed. "Eh, I'm feeling 'low energy' tonight. Maybe when things are more private and you really wanna go, then we can go hard. For now, I'll let you do a little foreplay. How's that?"

Finn chuckled and leaned back on his arms. "Whatever you like. You're in charge."

Marceline giggled. "I like hearing that from you. The Executioner, submitting to me?" She purred. "How empowering." Marceline slid down and pulled down his shorts slowly until his member stuck out. Marceline's tongue lulled out and traced the underside of his member. She giggled at his reaction. "So tasty…"

Finn ran a hand through his hair and sat up a little. "Want to get your rear up here?"

Marceline grinned and flew up so she could sit on Finn's face. "Ooh, comfy. Doing okay, Exy?"

"Mm hm, came the reply.

"Gree-e-e-ooh. Didn't waste any time, huh? Okay, I get it," Marceline reached and grabbed his member. "I can work like that." She engulfed his member taking only the tip and rubbing the rest then went deeper as she started to warm up to his size.

Finn dragged his tongue across Marceline's womanhood with one long lick to get her started. Immediately after, he began to suck on her clit and wrap his arms around her legs. He wasted no time after to start pushing his tongue in and stimulating the inside.

Marceline let Finn's member go with a pop and sucked in sharply. "Damn… if I'd have known you were this good I'd have made you do this more often." Marceline moaned and gasped as Finn relentlessly stimulated her. She grabbed him by the hair and tucked her feet beneath his head to get him as deep as she could. "Yes. Yes! YES! Get in there. Just like that. Shit, Exy, you do this for Bonnie every time? I'm gonna have to pull you to the side to do this more often." Finn hugged her closer getting just the tiniest bit deeper so he could scratch her itch. "Fuck, I'm close…" Marceline grabbed onto the blankets on the sofa and waited as she felt the tingling rise up and get closer. At last, she finally felt a feeling of relief as she exhaled a bit of a grunt and leaned forward to get off Finn's face. "There we go… That was awesome, dude."

Finn started wiping his mouth clean as he chuckled. "That always worked with PB. Figures it'd work for you too."

"Hmph," Marceline smirked as she floated up and placed his member against her entrance. "Alright. Mine turn now." She started to rub him up and down against her. Finn exhaled and relaxed. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?"

"I like a lot of things about you, Marcy," Finn smirked, opening one eye at her.

Marceline smirked back, lined up her entrance, and closed the space between them. "Kiss me like you miss me, Exy."

She stuck her tongue into his mouth, and they began fighting for dominance. It could be said Marceline cheated a bit as she slid down slowly. Her tongue wrapped around his and let their mouths part to breath and moan but reconvened as she started to lift and drop again.

Finn grunted occasionally as she moved. She was unnaturally warm this time. Being a vampire, Marceline was usually cooler to the touch, but she felt… alive, as it were. Finn pulled away and huffed for air leaving a trail of saliva between him and her. "Damn, you're really warm in there."

"Might have snuck into your bag… I saw that you had some succubus venom. Couldn't say no to that."

Succubus venom. Kills just about everything male…Otherwise it was a powerful aphrodisiac. Strangely, it had a doping effect too. Which would explain Marceline's want for a more laid-back session. Finn didn't care so much about that than how the hell she managed to get inside his bag, again! Before he knew it, he'd run out of exotic toxins. All because of some of Marceline's knowledge on aphrodisiacs. How did she know all this stuff anyway?

"Marcy, one day you'll drink more than you can handle."

Marceline shrugged. "But I won't die, so…"

Finn shook his head. "Not… the point, Marcy."

"Can we get back to having sex?" Marceline sighed, "I'm in charge remember? So get to work."

"Yes ma'am," Finn sighed. He leaned her back and began to suck on one of her nipples.

Marceline went limp but ran a hand through her hair, so it'd hang loosely. "Yeah… just like that… Good boy."

Finn chuckled and continued his message as Marceline continued to bounce on his member. Finn wrapped his arms around her back and licked between her breasts then sucked on her neck. He lifted her as she raised up and thrusted as she dropped. Matching her rhythm, he eventually got to speeding her up.

"Mmm, that's nice… a little… harder now." He thrusted up into her and slowly began to lay back. Taking her hips, he started thrusting up harder and increasing the pace again. "Yes! Ah! That's it!"

Finn traced her body up and down groping her breasts and pull her down so he could continue to stimulate them. The thrusting didn't slow down. Finn felt himself build as he and Marceline thrusted into each other. Marceline pressed into him as she looked for a way to stifle her moans. Feeling Finn's warm body on hers, from chest to pelvis excited her and didn't help.

"Exy… I'm close," She tried to say quickly in whimpers.

"Shh, it's okay… me too," He kissed her neck and exhaled warm breath.

"Ah…!" Marceline let out a moan a little louder than she meant. "It's so hard…"

"I know, just a few mor seconds," He encouraged her, "bit into the blankets if you have to." Marceline covered her mouth. She was just at the edge. "Ack, I'm close." Finn grunted.

"Do it inside this time." Marceline wrapped her legs around Finn and increased her movement. "I want to feel it. I want to feel what Bonnie feels when you fill her up. Oh! Fuck!" Just the thought of it had actually made Marcy release. She bit into Finn's shoulder and tensed.

That was all Finn needed to go over the edge. He grunted in pain feeling Marceline bit into him but both she and him could relax when they had both settled. Marceline huffed as she laid on top of Finn. It was nice to be like this. Connected and sharing a tender moment in euphoria. Marceline woke up form her high when she tasted blood.

"Oh, crap, Sorry about that," She sat up and got off his lap. When she pulled his member out, she started to empty the contents he had put into her. "Whoa, you were pent up." She spread the lips of her leaking entrance to get a good view of how much he released. "Yeah… okay, I'm into it now…"

Finn chuckled breathily as he sat up. "Do I need to bleed every time I have sex with you?"

"Well, some animals leave a mark when they mate. Why should we be different? You know you like it. Besides, how else am I gonna remind Bonnie she's not the only one who owns you." Marceline wiped some of the contents of her womanhood and Finn's seed then stuck it into her mouth. "Mmm. We taste good together."

"I'll take your word for it," Finn sighed as he put his boxer shorts back on. He went to the sink and began to drink some water. "I… still feel a bit guilty sometimes. When I do it with you. But… Bonnie too, I guess. It feels… dirty."

Marceline floated up and towards Finn and hugged him from behind. "You're not used to having something you technically shouldn't. Let's face it, Exy. You might be the last human Executioner. Even if Bonnie does find a way to make you compatible with… someone. Her specifically, will that offspring actually be human?"

"It'll be a bastard for starters," Finn sighed, "That's bad enough. Then it'll be a hybrid, who knows what that could do to him? Marcy, I don't know…"

Marceline rested her head on Finn's back. He took another sip of water. "Exy, no one can blame you for trying to have something you want once in a while. It sucks having to live for others and do what they tell you. Is it really that hard to just except that we both love you? Don't feel guilty for that."

Finn offered his cup to Marceline. It was red so… she accepted it and sucked the red out then gave it back. "So… round two?"

Finn poured out his cup, turned around, and picked her up into a deep passionate kiss. They parted and Finn whispered a brief, "Hell yeah."

In the morning, Finn had business in the Candy Kingdom prison. Some chores begged his attention and having some skill in medicine he was the prison physician. Two of the prisoners were actually sick. Neither were condemned, but they were still under his care.

"Go over your symptoms," Finn said as he jotted in a notebook.

"I feel hot," The candy person replied, "My throat is dry and hoarse. I have the cough…" He coughed involuntarily and continued. "I'm sniffling. Food has no taste. I can't smell…" He began to cough again.

"Easy there. That's enough." Finn gave the candy person some lemonade. "You sound like you have the flu. It's the damp of the prison. Give him an extra cloak, change his bedding daily. Hot food for the next week. Get him change of socks as well. Stay in bed when you reach your cell. Don't get up except to get your food, understand?"

"Yes, Executioner," Nodded the prisoner.

"Good," Finn wrote down the instructions and gave them to a banana guard. "See to it, his notes are updated. Follow those instructions. Dismissed. Next!" Finn's patience switched and another Candy Person entered with a guard. "Complaints?"

"It's getting harder to breath," The candy person replied. "I followed your instructions but, I still wake up at night."

"It's true," The guard replied, "Banana Guard number fifty-two said he kept screaming awake."

Finn sighed. "I hoped elevating your body would help. But it seems my suspicion is correct. You have sleep apnea. I'll send a request to her majesty so she can speak to Dr. Princess. You need a machine to help you breath at night. It'll make a big difference you'll see. We'll call him back latter today. Return him to his cell and hand the request to the princess."

"Oh uh…" The banana guard scratched his head. "There's a festival going on. So, she's not available today."

Finn sighed. "Damn it. I forgot. Alright, just put him away, we'll get him taken care of later."

"Yes, Executioner," The banana guard led the prisoner out and Finn followed them. He closed the door shut with a slam and then locked it behind him.

He headed to the smithy where an anvil and a line of weapons were. No smith worked here but him. It was forbidden of any smith to sharpen a weapon that belonged to someone as tainted as the Executioner. Technically the law was simply that a smithy couldn't offer services to a criminal. However, because of the Executioner's Curse, he was considered a murderer. That had eventually perverted into the idea that his weapons were tainted and any smith who touched them would be cursed as well. Either way, according to the Tenant of Isolation, Finn had to provide such services for himself.

He started with the blades he used a week prior. He inspected them for damage and dulling. It was important that they were sharp. A dull blade was a cruel kill if the swing was ruined. Other than the fact that a botched execution looked heinous, it was grounds that worsen his damnation. So, he always sharpened his blades, practiced his swing every once in a while, and before his swing, he'd line the target and count to three. So long as the criminal didn't move, he'd deliver a quick death.

Finn finished his inspection and found his first blade was a bit dull. So, he started the grinding stone and got to work. The blade whined as it was being scraped against the stone. It only took a few seconds to get the blade back to edge. He then went to check his axes. There were different types depending on the victim. The first one he picked up was double headed. He used this one if, by law, he was required to put several to death. All he had to do was flip the ends and he'd have a fresh blade. The most he'd ever executed in a day was twenty-five. They were a whole conspiracy against the Jungle Kingdom. He used the double head that day along with two swords for some of the more violent conspirators who had blood on their hands. And hung five who held an additional charge of banditry. But all twenty-five that day were put to death by his doing and by the order of the Jungle Princess.

Come to think of it, he hadn't sharpened it since then. Again, he found himself to the grinding stone and began to work. His mind would often wander during these times. Sharpening was so monotonous after a while. He thought mostly about what Marceline had said. He considered how she could have been right. Maybe living life for himself when time permitted wasn't such a bad thing. He knew the tenants well and they didn't forbid him from fun necessarily. They just forbade him from finding it in the company of others. In a manner of speaking.

Finn pulled the blade away and examined the sharpness. "Just about." He continued to edge the blade.

The tenants, more specifically, said he could not enjoy festivities, take part in any holidays, enjoy parties, or be present for celebrations. It was a lonely life, but it was all Finn knew. So, he wasn't adversely affected much. But sometimes, he wondered what it'd be like. Bonnibel had taught him to dance one night, when they were alone. As children. She told him about the dinner parties, the masquerades, and some kingdom wide festivals they had. When he was home, he'd go to the roof and inspect the kingdoms with a spy glass. He could just barely see the celebrations.

Finn sighed as he violently jerked the blade back and inspected it dramatically. He was trying to get his mind off it all. It wasn't helping him. "Sharp enough. Now for the other side." He continued to sharpen the axe and he heard nocking around and shuffling. Some muffled voices then laughing as he heard two voices coming in.

"Don't worry, you'll like him. He's not as bad as they say. Hey Finn."

Finn relaxed and smiled under his shroud. Jake was a welcome sight right now. But who was that with him? And he used his name around them. Great. "Jake… I see you brought a friend."

"Girlfriend actually," Jake smiled, "Finn, Meet Lady Rainicorn. Lady, this is Finn. Don't worry, I took her through the priestly rights. She can say your name all she wants."

Lady waved with a big smile. "Annyeonghaseyo!"

Finn's brows raised. He had no idea what she just said. H shook the surprise off then sighed. "Jake, what was that about barely using your clerical powers?" Jake scratched his head. He remembered this conversation and Finn knew it. "And didn't I say something about not abusing them?"

"Hey hey, this is different," Jake said defensively, "She's got a right to all that. Our relationship is special…" Jake hugged her close.

Lady hugged back and giggled a little. "As, dangsindo teugbyeolhadago saeng-gaghabnida."

Finn was at a loss for words. He wasn't sure he'd get used to that. Still, he decided to let it go. If it made Jake happy, then he was happy to. "Well… I suppose it doesn't matter all that much. It's nice to meet you, Lady Rainicorn."

Lady seemed happy. "Oh, geugeos-eun dangsin-ege danji… 'lei-di'…ibnida."

Finn looked at Jake who was chuckling and blushing. "She says you can just call her Lady. She only let's people she likes call her that." Jake stretched and whispered to Finn. "I put in a good word for you, so she thinks your awesome. Don't worry, I was honest about the whole… execution stuff. You're not mad I told her your name, are you?"

Finn sighed. "No, Jake. I'm not mad. I hope you won't be so loose lipped with my name in the fut…" Finn thought about Phoebe a few days back. She had known his name somehow. While it did save her life, it felt risky to him to having her say it out loud in front of an enemy no less. But there was only one way she could have learned it and Finn hadn't realized till now. "You gave Phoebe my name, didn't you!"

"O-kay! I think we've wasted enough of Finn's time, time to go!" Jake marched out and Lady followed.

"Jake… Jake! Jake, that's not okay! You can't hand my name out like that!"

Lady looked back and forth at Finn and Jake then finally gave Finn a wave goodbye. "Annyeong!"

Finn waved back and sighed. "Bye, Lady… Jake…" Jake was a good friend. But he was so careless sometimes. Finn swore it'd get him in trouble someday. But for now, he needed to finish his sharpening.

Finn turned around as he closed the door to the prison and locked it. He shoved the keys into the grip of the guard at the door then muttered a brief goodbye. The festival had everyone happy. Sure, the kingdom had been quite isolated as the Uplifter, but they still had the ability to keep to traditions. Finn stoically made his way passed the running around and dancing as loud party music played over the whole city. Even though he was passing through from important business, he felt like he didn't belong there. He was leaving and getting in no ones way. But still… the joy and happiness that surrounded him… It taunted him and reminded him he needed to leave faster. Along the way, just before reaching the gates, he saw, on his left, the princess was dancing with her people. She looked so happy and gleeful that he found himself staring for a while.

She bounced and turned then twirled as a tall and strong cupcake held hands with her. then she traded to another partner who was much short. A child maybe. But she enjoyed her time with him all the same. Finn looked down at his hand and was immediately reminded of the hidden blade beneath his sleeve and is shot out. Finn sighed, retracted it, and returned his gaze towards Princess Bubblegum.

Suddenly, he felt a force push him and heard a bunch of laughing. Finn recovered and went for his dagger, but it didn't see the light of day as he realized he wasn't being attacked. There were several pastries all looking at him and losing their smiles.

They bowed their heads respectfully and acknowledged him. "Executioner!"

"We're sorry, we didn't see you!"

Their joy was gone. Maybe he had ruined their day. Finn frowned under his shroud. "No, forgive me. I was on my way out and must have stopped in your way. Please, enjoy the festival." He made a motion with his hand that reached for the dagger, insisting they continue their fun, and placed both hands behind his back politely. They bowed their heads again and continued to run. Another reminder he didn't belong here. He turned his head to see if Bonnibel was there. She was gone. Finn sighed again and convinced himself he overstayed his welcome. He had to leave now.

Finn turned towards the gate and there standing in front of him was taffy-cloaked Princess Bubblegum grabbing his hand. "Come on, this way."

"Wait!" He said, "I'm not supposed to be here, PB."

"Hush, you'll give us way!" She scolded.

She was pulling him away from the gate! He was looking for all the fearful eyes seeing him, but all were too busy to notice him. none cared that a cloaked figure was pulling him deeper into the city and into the celebrations no less.

"Bonnie!" He growled to her, "The tenants say I'm not supposed to take part in any festivities or holidays…!"

"We're not staying, silly! I know what the tenants say about you, now come on!" She laughed.

A part of him was excited actually. What could she want? What were they doing? Was anyone noticing them?

Finally, she led them to a private alleyway and looked around. "This way." She removed a grate and climbed down the ladder, "Close it on your way down." Finn did as she instructed and continued to climb down the ladder. She led him through the sewers into a passage and all the way to her room. She giggled as she pulled him in and threw off her cloak. "Isn't this great? Everyone is so preoccupied with the celebration they won't know I'm missing! We can spend this time… together."

He had to admit, that sounded great right about now. But he was still a bit unsure. "Won't they come looking for you eventually?"

Bonnibel giggled again. "Nope, Marceline is preoccupying them. she said she'd take over party business if I had something to do… I… do have something to do… right?"

Finn sighed and let down his cowl then untied his shroud. "I'm always here when you need me, PB."

Bonnibel smiled and closed the distance between them. "I hoped you'd say that… maybe you'll stay tonight… There's nothing for you to do tomorrow. And I am free as well. Of course, Pep knows about us…' Bonnibel sat on her bed with Finn beside her. She stroked her hair and made is smoothen out from its decorated braid pattern before. "Can you stay…? Just for the night?"

Finn leaned over his knees and propped himself up on his arms with a sigh. "Alright… just for tonight, though. Okay? Any time I spend here is time for you to get in trouble." Finn positioned himself in front of her and kneeled, taking both her hands and closing the distance between them. their foreheads met and Finn gave her a peck on the lips. "I don't want that for you. I want you to be safe."

Bonnibel took Finn's hands and wrapped them around herself. "I am safe. With you, I'll never be safer."

Finn smiled and kissed Bonnibel following her deeper onto the bed and undressed as they went. Perhaps out there, he had no place, but with her… He felt he at least belonged somewhere.