Marshall slipped his thumbs in the waistband of my pants and pulled them off of me, kissing me slowly. "Glob, Gummy, you're so erotic," he murmured, lips lingering on mine.
I felt myself blush and I gasped as Marshall's hand left my shaft and to my butt. A finger pressed on my entrance, and Marshall uttered gutturally, "Relax, Gumball…" He stroked my thigh with his other hand and I struggled to keep my breathing even.
It felt foreign. Not painful, but uncomfortable. My head fell back onto the ground and my breath hitched as Marshall withdrew and thrust his finger back in gently.
"It feels weird," I mumbled, but my voice failed me when Marshall's other hand began pumping my shaft again. I moaned softly and arched my hips as he inserted another finger.
"It'll feel better in a moment, Gummy," Marshall whispered back, though his voice seemed strained.
He started to finger-fuck me harder, and suddenly an electric jolt of pleasure sizzled through me. I couldn't hold back my surprised cry of pleasure, and Marshall's hands froze.
His face appeared before mine and I opened my eyes. "Don't stop," I whispered, my senses clouded over with pleasure.
Marshall's lips contorted into a grin and he continued thrusting his fingers into me, but instead of his other hand, his head went down to my shaft.
My back arched in pleasure as Marshall's expert lips caressed and wrapped around my shaft.
Marshall growled deep in his throat, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure cascading over. He withdrew and leaned over me again.
"Gummy, I can't hold back anymore."
I understood his meaning immediately and nodded. "How…?" I wondered aloud, "Will it hurt?"
Marshall lifted my knees and smirked. "Not for long."
I watched as Marshall licked his lips and pressed at my entrance with his cock. Slowly, he pushed into me.
My head went back as sharp pain shot through me. I cried out softly and felt Marshall's slender fingers stroke my cock. I assume that he was trying to lessen the pain, and the mixture of pain and pleasure sent my mind reeling.
I moaned and panted out, "Marshall—hurts…"
Marshall hushed me and stopped; he had fully sheathed himself in me.
After a moment, he withdrew some and thrust shallowly. It hurt. I whimpered and Marshall began pumping my cock in his hand.
My pained whimpers slowly turned into pleasured moans as Marshall continued to thrust into me and stroke my cock.
"Harder," I rasped, arching my hips to the Vampire King. The pain had been completely masked by pleasure.
Marshall withdrew more and reangled himself. When he thrust back into me, he hit that same place his fingers had, and I let out a cry of pleasure.
My hands gripped the grass beneath me, pulling up grass, as Marshall continued to hit the same place in me. He pumped my cock faster, and my stomach tightened.
"Marshall, I'm gonna—" I forced out.
He grunted back, "Me too, Gummy," before increasing his pace for a few more thrusts, then buried himself deep inside me and climaxing.
I came a split second after him, his name tearing from my lips. My back arched as my essence spilled onto my stomach and over Marshall's hand.
After a moment, Marshall withdrew from me, and the absence of his cock felt foreign, now.
He leaned over me and licked some of my cum from my stomach. My eyes opened and I slowly lifted my head to look at him.
Marshall smirked. "You look thoroughly fucked, Highness."
I was breathing heavily, so I had to pant: "You do, too." My legs slid straight and Marshall leaned over me.
He kissed my lips slowly and whispered, "Your cum is candy."
I blushed and shivered as Marshall kissed and licked down my stomach, where he proceeded to suckle and clean my skin and cock.
I sat up and buried my fingers in Marshall's hair, pulling to my lips again. I kissed him slowly and murmured, "That was…" I paused, trying to find the right words.
Marshall smirked and bit my lower lip gently. "Phenomenal."