I didn't realize how long I had been standing there in front of the mirror, looking at my naked body, thinking about who I was. I heard the door unlock behind me, and in the reflection I saw Marshall and Gumball slink in, one after the other, Marshall quietly shutting the door behind him.
They both had this look of awe and satisfaction on their faces as they gazed at my body, both in the mirror and in the flesh. I blushed under their hungry gazes, letting my hair fall in front of my face. Slowly they paced towards me, a grin curling on Marshalls face as Gumball bit his lip.
"What a beautiful sight you are, Your Majesty," Marshall purred, bowing to me again, his eyes staying glued to me, glowing through his hair.
"Yes, she is magnificent, isn't she?" Gumball asked, walking past the bowing Marshall and straight to me. "Absolutely beautiful in every way." He wrapped his arms around my tummy, pressing himself to my back and burying his face in my hair.
Marshall strode in front of me and began to run his cool hands up my arms, around my shoulders, down my collar bone, around my breasts, down my stomach, and finally stopping at my hips. I let out a quick breath at the touch, longing for this feeling for far too long, and leaned my head back on Gumballs shoulder. Gumball joined in, stroking and caressing every curve of my body. Being between them like this made my body ache, but not in the way it had been for the last two months. It ached for them, my kings.
"Nngh! Please…" I whispered in a hushed tone, my eyes shut tightly as I felt every stroke and caress of their hands.
"What do you desire, my queen?" Gumball asked in between gently laying kisses along my neck and jawline, his and Marshalls' fingers just dancing around those spots that I really wanted to be touched.
"Please… mmm… please—touch me…" I whimpered to them, ready to beg for it. Never in my life had I felt a need, a hunger like this before.
Marshalls lips crashed into mine, passionately, hungrily, intensely, his fangs poking my lips and tongue in his rush for passion. When he pulled away, I had to gasp for air, but he just smiled his seductive grin. He sank to his knees, laying small, gentle kisses as he went, his eyes never leaving mine. When he reached my panties, he licked the linen that separated his tongue from my slit, making me cringe and bite back a moan of pure, absolute need. Again, he licked me there, and again I squirmed under his tongue and between Gumballs arms, the feeling of his hot breath so close to those beyond sensitive parts. Gumball pulled my chin to meet his face, where his lips met mine in a flurry of passion and sweetness. When Marshall gently bit me and licked me again, I moaned into Gumballs kiss. This went on, back and forth, Marshall licking me through my panties and Gumball swallowing my moans, until I finally reached that point where I was about to attack them both. Just then, Marshall ripped my panties straight off of me, gripped my hips hard, and plunged his tongue into my slit, making me break my kiss with Gumball and cry out in pleasure. I felt Marshalls lips smile against me just before he pulled away and stood up, giving me a very, very small taste of what I wanted. He crushed his body to mine, pinning me between them, and forcing a kiss on me, my juices still all over his mouth. I tasted… sweet. His tongue pushed itself into my mouth, exploring me, tasting me, him moaning into the kiss. Then he pulled away, and forced the same kiss on Gumball, letting Gumball taste my juices.
I watched the kiss until they broke it, totally entranced in their connection. I spent an entire year watching them love each other from a crystal, but being this close to it was almost mind-blowing. They really did feel the same for each other as they did for me. Just the thought of it made my heart swell and my body ache for them again.
I wrapped my fingers around the buttons on Marshalls shirt and vest, desperate to see at least one of them naked. He took my lead and began to do the same for Gumball, standing behind me. The clothes seemed like they couldn't get off fast enough, but within minutes, the three of us stood, completely bare, in the center of a ring of clothes. I took the opportunity to gaze at them as they stood in front of me. Marshalls body was slim and toned, and he stood just an inch or so taller than Gumball. His shaggy black hair looked like it grew, now covering his eyes most of the time. His fangs poked out from his lips when he smiled at me, and it sent hot chills down my spine. Gumball wasn't quite as slim as Marshall, but he had muscle that no one but the two of us ever saw. His pink skin glowed in the candle light, and his dark, vibrant pink hair wisped up naturally to make a perfect frame around his handsome face. Both of them had this beautiful v-shape going down to their crotches that I couldn't help but trail my fingers down. I inched my way down to their groins, feeling the heat rise from both of them at once, marveling at how hard and ready they were.
They both grabbed the hand that was only moments away from touching them, stroking them, feeling them, and instead walked me over to the massive bed.
"Not tonight, Your Majesty," Marshall said under his breath, grinning at me.
"Tonight is our night to please you," Gumball finished for him. The more time I spent in this room, the more I realized exactly how long they had been planning this.
I climbed onto the bed and crawled to the center, laying my head and hair out across the pillows. Apparently, this was exactly what they wanted. They both crawled towards me from the foot of the bed, but stopped just short of my hips. Together, they each took a leg and hooked it over a shoulder, and slowly lowered their heads.
Two tongues! Two sets of lips! I couldn't keep up with who was doing what! There were two tongues dancing inside of me, four lips sucking and pulling on mine. I almost forgot to breathe as the pleasure of it overwhelmed me. One tongue twirled around my clit as another penetrated me inside. One set of lips kissed me gingerly as the other sucked on those ridiculously sensitive parts. Then, someone slipped a finger into me, and I yelped from the amazing feeling. Another finger entered me, and together they twisted and swirled and stroked against those deep spots. And their eyes! Just watching their glowing eyes watch me writhe and moan in pleasure was too much. I had no defense against it. I haven't been touched like this in over a year. Before I could catch my breath, I felt my whole body flood itself with wave after wave of ecstasy, my voice screaming into the nearest pillow as I involuntarily bucked and writhed in the warm, electric sensations.
One by one, they poked their heads up from my groin, Marshall licking his lips and Gumball looking hazy. Between gasps for breath I tried to smile at them, but it was harder than I expected. Gumball crawled up beside me and turned me on my side. My whole body was limp to his touch, his kisses trailing their way around my shoulder and up my neck before he started nibbling on my ear. I felt his rock hard member press in between my cheeks, and it made me writhe for want of him. I wanted him inside of me. I wanted that physical closeness, that amazing feeling of physical pleasure that he could give me. He adjusted himself so his member slipped between my lips, letting my juices cover him as he teased me. He pumped his hips against me, but he wouldn't push himself inside.
"Please, Gumball…" I begged, intertwining my fingers with his, pushing my backside against him.
Without a word, he pulled back slightly, and then slipped himself inside, pushing into me slowly, letting me feel every inch of his hot, pulsing length. I gasped in pleasure as I was reminded exactly of what his felt like. He wrapped his arms just under my breasts, holding me to him, as he pushed himself in and out, being gently with me, making love to me. He breathed a moan into my hair as he moved, our sounds mingling together. My whole body grew warmer and warmer as we moved together, him pacing himself inside of me.
Marshall crawled up to face me, laying beside me, watching me moan as Gumball pumped himself inside of me. With one hand, he gently cupped and stroked my breast, pinching my nipple tenderly a few times, before he trailed it down my belly and to my groin. Before he moved his fingers any lower, he gently pressed his lips to mine, taking in each sigh and moan I let out as Gumball stroked me inside. Then, Marshall trailed his fingers down to my slit, touching my lips there gently, and finally stopping at my clit, where he worked me, adding to the growing pleasure I was beginning to feel again.
Gumball picked up my thigh, hooking his arm under it, as he began to move his hips faster and thrust harder. Marshall kissed me deeper, and worked my clit quicker and less gently. My moans were growing louder now, Marshalls kiss unable to contain them anymore. I felt Gumballs pace quicken, his length beginning to slam into me now, his body sweating and his breathing getting heavier. He was starting to lose his rhythm as he thrust, using my thigh as leverage to get himself in deeper. I tried to muffle my screams, but it was no use. I was too far gone to care whether or not anyone heard us. I loved it. I loved the sound of his skin slapping mine. I loved the feeling of his rock hard member pummeling into me. I loved the wild precision of Marshalls fingers on my clit. I felt it again, the rising tides, the waves filling up my being. I broke my kiss with Marshall and grabbed a fistful of his hair, and just as the warmth began to spill over, I screamed into the nook in his neck. Gumball gripped my thigh harder as I bucked, holding me still, not letting me escape his relentless thrusting. With each stroke the waves grew heavier, the warmth grew hotter, and the ecstasy grew more delicious. Marshall took his fingers from my groin and wrapped them in my hair, pulling it down and forcing me to look at him as I came. I let go if his hair and dug my nails into his shoulder, sure I was going to pass out if Gumball didn't slow down. Finally, with one long, hard thrust, Gumball pulled out entirely, let go of me, rolled on his back, and spilled his lust all over his tummy.
I rolled right into Marshall, panting, sweating, gasping for breath. He simply let go of my hair, kissed my forehead and laid me down on my tummy. For a moment, I thought we were done. I thought that I couldn't possibly go through that again without my body just tearing itself apart in an attempt to hold in all that lust. Then, I felt the bed shift as Marshall slid off and stood up. He smiled fiendishly at me, then raised a finger and beckoned me to come to him.
I couldn't resist. Even with my wobbly legs and lack of sufficient air, I managed to get onto my hands and knees and crawl to him. He was standing at the edge of the bed, his member rock hard and ready for me. I wanted so bad to lick him, to suck him, to please him. I wrapped my lips around his tip, listening to him let out a soft groan, before he picked me up off the bed entirely, using my butt to hold me up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist for support, but that was all I could do before he slammed himself into me. I screamed in surprise pleasure, my body still not recovered from the last flood of ecstasy, my nails digging into his back. I stuffed my face into his shoulder, biting him as he thrust himself hard and deep into me. He used my body to slide me up and down his shaft as he plunged into me, thrust after hard, deep-hitting thrust. Within minutes I could feel that build again.
In all our intense passion I almost didn't notice Gumball come up behind Marshall. He was kissing and biting the other shoulder, licking Marshalls neck as Marshall leaned his head back in pure bliss. I tried so hard to concentrate on biting and licking Marshall, too, but I couldn't. He was hitting those spots with such a hard and fast pace that it made my toes go numb. Then, Gumball shifted himself and put his face in front of mine. In a leap of faith, I crashed my lips into his, letting him take in all my screaming moans. He wrapped one arm around Marshalls' chest and used the other hand to hold my head against him as best he could. I felt Marshall beginning to lose his rhythm. His thrusts were wild and hard and sent loud screams through my lips. Quickly, he laid a kiss on Gumballs cheek before he broke our mold completely. He threw me onto the edge of the bed, keeping himself inside of me, and flipped me over, so that I was standing, but leaning over the edge of the bed. Without skipping a beat, he grabbed my hips and pounded himself into me, faster, harder than before. It was building again, that sweet, sweet warmth. I wouldn't be able to hold it back like this. With each thrust, it grew hotter, heavier, until finally, it spilled over for a third time, leaving me screaming and clawing at the sheets. I felt like I was drowning in my own sweet ecstasy, like I had never stopped from when Gumball brought me. Marshall kept the waves coming with each thrust, making my vision go blurry and my body get immensely hot. I writhed and bucked against him, my knees wanting to give out on me as he pounded into me even harder. Finally, when I thought I was about to have too much, he pulled out, and I felt his hot lust spill all over my back.
With the last bit of strength I had, I crawled back onto the bed, and laid there, completely limp, as the last of the waves crashed into me. Marshall fell onto the bed on his back on my right. Gumball fell onto the bed on his side on my left.
For a long while, we just laid there, catching our breaths, regaining our strength, and reveling in the hazy, misty passion that seemed to fill the room. It was enough for me, to just lay there and enjoy them. I had completely forgotten all that had happened throughout the day. Even the party guests.
"Best. Queen. Ever," Marshall said, his panting finally slowing down.
"Oh glob! Guys! We forgot the party guests!" I shouted, using my arms to lift myself up from the bed like a spring.
"Don't worry, Fionna. We ended the party an hour ago. Everyone's gone home or retired to their bedroom in the castle. It's just us, now," Gumball soothed, trailing a hand up and down my sweaty, sticky back.
I hung my head and smiled, letting my hair cover my face. "You two are pretty mathematical and planning a girls' wedding night."
"We try," Marshall sighed, acting very nonchalant.
I laid myself back down and cuddled into Gumball. My king. My husband. For a few moments I thought about the word, what it meant and how it would change things. Then, I decided, it wouldn't. He would always be my Gumball, and Marshall would always be my Marshall. And we would always be together, like this. No title would ever change that.