I woke up to a sound I haven't heard in over a year: birds chirping. The sun was shining bright through the walls of the tent, and it warmed my face and body. I sat up, stretching and yawning, my eyes still not fully opened. When I reached down to feel for Marshall and Gumball, they weren't there.
Well that was strange.
Where could they have gone? I thought about it for a moment, decided they probably went to rustle up some breakfast, and shrugged the whole thing off. I threw my dried off t-shirt and jeans on, slipping my boots up my calves, and unzipped the door to the tent. It was beautiful! The sun was glinting off the grass and the flowers that surrounded me. It smelled like early spring, and there wasn't a hint of sickness or darkness in sight. It was such a glorious sight and—
Wait. Something wasn't right. I crawled out of the tent and stood up, looking around me. For miles there was nothing but beautiful trees and green grass and colorful flowers. The tent didn't move during the night, or else I would have woken up. And the darkness didn't cure itself… did it?
My attention was taken by a large figure walking towards me on the horizon. My heart fluttered, though I didn't know why. I made my way towards it, trying to make out the shape as I went. It was… human, I think, or something very much like a human. It was over six feet tall, and had long hair that fluttered in the cool morning breeze.
"Fionna!" a deep voice called out. It sounded so familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. "Fionna!" the voice called again as I walked faster towards it. It sounded male, and like a very strong male, at that.
As we grew closer and closer, I was able to make out features better. No shirt, white hair, pale skin, different kinds of rings and jewelry… wait… no way. There was no way. Was that… was that Billy?
"Fionna!" he called, this time extending his arms to me. I could see him perfectly. It was Billy, standing there, only a few dozen feet away from me.
"Billy?" I cried in disbelief. Tears began to well in my eyes as my heart jumped and pounded in excitement. "D—dad?"
"Fionna, come here! Come to me!" he called out, a smile on his face.
I sprinted for him. I was so overcome with the thought of being held by my father that I ran as fast as my legs could take me. But the air changed. The sky seemed to get a little darker, and were the trees leaning like that before?
"Fionna, my daughter!" he called out again. The tears were streaming down my face, and a smile took over my mouth.
But the air tasted weird. And where did the flowers go? And the grass… was it always wilting like this?
"Dad!" I called out to him, my arms as open as his. I wanted to go to him so badly…
But… where did the sun go? And why were the trees black as night? Why were they leaning over me like that, watching me, leading me? What was going on?
"Fionna…" Billy said, softer this time. His voice… it was changing. Was he… growling at me? "Come to me, girl."
No. No, something wasn't right. My legs! Why wouldn't they stop moving! No, I didn't want to keep going!
"Fioooonnnaaaaaa..." Billy's voice was totally gone. I didn't know whose voice that was, but it wasn't his. And my body wouldn't stop running towards him. I was getting so close now…
His arms dropped to his sides, and he cocked his head slightly, giving me the most evil grin I had ever seen. Just then, a decaying, decrepit arm sprung from Billy's chest, the sound of his bones cracking and his skin shredding making me feel sick and terrified. The hand reached for me, and my body kept running towards it. A cracking noise filled the air, and out of Billy's skull rose a crown of horns, and under it, the face of the Lich.
He tore Billy's body off of him, cackling in such a horrific way. I was so close to him, so close I could smell the rotting flesh on his bones.
"Fioooonnnaaaa…"
His hand lurched right at me and gripped my throat before I could scream.
I sat up bolt right in the bed, screaming and panting and wailing and sweating. What the math just happened? What the hay was that? I couldn't wrap my head around it, and the face of the Lich and his smell and the way he smiled and said my name… they all swirled around in my head, haunting me. I grabbed at my hair and took big, gulping breaths.
Marshall and Gumball sat straight up with me, one on either side, worry and terror and sleep twisting their faces. "Fionna! Fionna, it's okay! It was just a dream!" Marshall tried, rubbing calming circles on my bare back with his hand.
"Shh shhh, there there, Fionna. You're alright. It's okay, it's over now." Gumball held me close to him, the sweet scent coming from his chest helping me to calm down and differentiate between the dream and reality.
I was crying like a blubbering baby, getting out bits and phrases between sobs and gasps. "It felt—so real…"
The two of them soothed and calmed me, Gumball rocking me and Marshall stroking my back and hair. "Tell us what happened, Fionna," Marshall pushed gently after the worst of my freak out passed.
"I was… I was in the tent, but you guys weren't there. And I went outside, but everything was beautiful and fresh, and the sun was shining and there were flowers and the trees weren't black. And then Billy was there, calling to me. I ran to him, but as I ran, everything changed. The sun went away and the flowers and grass died, and the trees turned black again and started leaning over me. Then his voice changed, and it was so terrifying, and I didn't want to run to him anymore, but my legs wouldn't stop going. And then the Lich tore Billy open from the inside, and his smile, and his stench… he grabbed me by the throat, and I woke up." I heaved and sniffled as I spoke, trying hard to just say it without reliving it. Gumball held me tighter, stroking my hair and kissing my head, as Marshall laid small, comforting kisses down my back.
"It was just a dream Fionna. You're all right now." Gumball kept rocking me as he spoke. It made me think for a moment about how Marshall used to comfort him when he was a boy and was terrified of the lightening. Maybe this is how Marshall taught Gumball to comfort someone. I liked it. I felt safe.
"I know, but there was something about it. It was so vivid. It was like… like it was reminding me of my purpose for this trip. Like it was telling me what I needed to remember; that the Lich killed Billy." I sat up straight between them, my hair covering my bare breasts as it slid over my shoulders.
Marshall tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and cocked his head to look at my lowered eyes. "Are you going to be okay, Fi?" he asked me, genuinely concerned.
I rubbed my arms and thought it over for a moment. "I… I don't know. I feel like there's something missing, something right in front of me that I can't see. And that dream… I feel like it meant something important."
Marshall pulled me in close to him and laid us down together, stroking my hair, like Gumball did, and laying small kisses on my forehead. "It's alright, Fi. Let's worry about this in the morning," he breathed lazily, not quite a tired sound, but not quite awake, either.
Gumball snuggled in behind me, and I was reminded that we all stripped down to our birthday suits before bed. He laid an arm around my belly, making small designs on my tummy and chest and side, planting small, slightly-more-than-comforting kisses on my shoulder and neck. I didn't care. The touch was soothing, and welcoming. It made me feel better, and distracted me from the image of the Lich's face in my mind. I let out something between a sigh and a moan of contentment as his soft, warm lips covered my neck and shoulder with kisses.
Marshall turned on his side to face me, running his hand up and down my hip and thigh, his dark red eyes connecting with mine, watching my face as I felt his touch. With each stroke of their fingers and hands, the images of my dream slowly melted away, and my lips curled into a small, content smile. Gumball trailed his fingers up to my breast, first lightly trickling his fingertips around it, then gripping it gently in his palm, massaging it, kneading it. I closed my eyes and let the sensation of his touch engulf me, feeling his body pressing itself against my back and his manhood grow harder as he touched me. Then I felt Marshall slide his hand down my hip to my ass, grasping my cheek for a moment and pulling himself towards me, before letting go of me and running his hand gently against my back and Gumball's length. Gumball moaned quietly into my neck, nibbling and licking those spots that I loved, and Marshall began to rock his hips in that familiar motion, grazing me with his rock hard member.
I trailed my fingers lightly up and down Marshall, teasing him, arousing him, and as I did, he would grasp Gumball harder, making Gumball moan into my neck or bite down into my flesh. Marshall molded his lips to mine, his cool kiss just adding to the warmth I was beginning to feel. I wrapped my fingers gently around him, stroking him tenderly, though his kiss begged me for more. Even in the dead of night, he always wanted intensity and passion. He pulled away from our kiss and lifted himself up onto his elbow, leaning over me to kiss Gumball. From the sounds Gumball made, I could only assume Marshall was stroking him hard and fast. I think he was challenging me, so I gripped him harder, moving my hand up and down his length with speed and intensity, stroking him like I was trying to make him come. It was working, judging by his short, gasping moans against Gumballs mouth. Gumball kept whispering his name in between passionate kisses, and Marshall kept whimpering mine.
"Tell me what you want, Marshall…" I whispered into his neck, leaving a trail with my tongue from his collar bone to his ear. He challenged me, and I wasn't going to let him win.
"Glob—Fionna!" Marshall hissed as I stroked him harder and faster. "I want—ngh—I—" He didn't get to finish. I pushed him down and away from Gumball, forcing both of them onto their backs, and grabbed their members in each hand, keeping the pace I had before. They both writhed for me, Gumball biting his lip and Marshall holding back his moans. To push him even further, I leaned down towards Gumball, making sure Marshall was watching me, and gently glided my tongue from Gumballs base to his tip, where I wrapped my lips tenderly around him. I let go of Marshall completely and focused on Gumball, using both hands to stroke him in rhythm with my mouth. I felt like I was finally getting payback for all the times Gumball was dangled in front of my face, all the times Marshall teased me with their bodies. Now it was his turn to sit back and watch me please Gumball. I shot a glance at Marshall for a quick second, just to see his sexual frustration build, and then focused my eyes on Gumball, who was watching me glide my lips and tongue up and down his shaft, full well knowing what I was doing. So, he joined in.
"Wow, Marshall… she's so good at this… aahh—it feels amazing!" Gumball threw his arms behind his head, as if he was getting the royal treatment in some crazy, smutty book. I smiled around his length and sucked him a little harder, bringing out small moans from his lips. Then, I turned my eyes to Marshall, who was watching with so much anticipation that I thought he was going to explode.
Just for dramatic effect, I moaned around Gumball's shaft as I slid him deep inside my mouth. I think that was Marshall's breaking point. He pulled himself close to us, got up on his knees, and grabbed a handful of Gumball's pink hair, forcing his lips around Marshall's shaft with a fierce need on his face. Gumball raised himself up on his elbow to better accommodate Marshall's demands, and without hesitation, sucked and licked the vampire with intensity, the way he liked. Great, now Gumball was challenging me, too. Fine, if they wanted to play that way, they would see what they were up against.
I gave Gumball one last good suck, getting as much of him in my mouth as I could before he poked the back of my throat, and crawled up his body. I straddled his waist, smiled down at his curious gaze as he massaged Marshall with his lips, and slid his member inside of me. Gumball had to let go for a moment to let the moan out, but decided that he wouldn't be outdone. He started sucking Marshall faster and harder as I rode him at the same pace, rocking my hips back and forth as I slid up and down his shaft. Sighs and moans were escaping my lips, but I tried to hold them back. I just rode him, hard and fast, feeling his member grow even harder and warmer inside of me. Marshall grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me into a kiss with him, impressed by my determination and enticed to have some of me. With his other hand still entangled in Gumballs hair, he held Gumball to him as he pumped his hips, forcing himself in and out of Gumball's mouth. We all moaned into and against each other, becoming wrapped up in the sensations and feelings, slowly forgetting about the competition. We just wanted each other.
Marshall let go of both of us, his need finally reaching its limit, and came up behind me. He ran his hands up and down my sweaty body, cupping my breasts and massaging them as I rocked myself on top of Gumball. He pressed his body against my back, pushing me down against Gumballs chest, and, in one quick motion, he sunk his fangs into my shoulder and pressed his still-wet member against my other hole, slowly, carefully pushing himself in. I screamed out in the crazy combination of pain and pleasure, wanting it more but being hindered by the pain. Gumball started to thrust into me, picking up where I left off, as Marshall pumped into me gently and slowly. So much! There was so much to feel! The pain gradually melted away as Marshall moved his hips a little faster, until the point where there was no pain, just pure, intense pleasure. Even the feeling of his fangs in my flesh was getting me hotter. Both of them pounded into me as fast as they could, like they just couldn't get enough of me, and honestly, I couldn't get enough of them. I molded myself completely to Gumballs chest, taking a handful of his hair into one hand and using the other to claw on his arm as the pleasure shot through me. Marshall released my shoulder, and I could hear them panting and moaning, but it was blotted out by the sounds of my screams and me calling out their names. Gumball wrapped his arms around my lower back, holding me down onto him for leverage as he pounded into me, and Marshall dug his fingers into my hips so that he could pull me into him with every thrust, bringing him deeper and deeper with each hit.
It was all so much, and it felt so good. With each stroke of their hips, I felt that warmth build up inside of me. It was growing heavier and heavier, filling up my body with anticipation. They both slammed into me over and over, until finally, that warmth reached its limit, and it flooded over me in hot, amazing ecstasy. I screamed my pleasure into Gumballs neck, clutching at him as the waves crashed through me, making me writhe and twitch between them.
They both slowed their pace so I could fully feel the climax, my body beyond hot and totally limp by the end of it. Just when I thought it was over, Marshall thrust into me again, harder, faster, deeper than before. Gumball took his cue, and continued pounding into me from beneath. My voice rasped with screams, the warmth quickly building itself back up. Without warning, Marshall quickly pulled out of me and used his strength to flip Gumball and I over, leaving Gumball on top of me. I was still dazed and limp from before, but I knew what he was doing.
Marshall moved himself behind Gumball and thrust himself inside. I felt the penetration from under Gumball as he cried out in pleasure. With each thrust from Marshall, Gumball thrust into me, like some kind of unbelievably sexy domino effect. I wrapped my arms around Gumballs head and held him close to me, moving my hips under him to the fast paced and intense rhythm Marshall had set. Gumball moaned into my neck, trying to catch his breath, as Marshall pounded into him and I bucked my hips beneath him. That pleasure was growing faster and faster, like Marshalls rhythm, and I could tell that he wasn't going to be able to hold himself in much longer. With one last thrust from Marshall, Gumball screamed and came deep inside of me, making me overflow again, digging my nails into him and screaming with him, my body going fuzzy and warm with that liquid lust almost drowning me. That last thrust sent Marshall over the edge, too, and he spilled himself into Gumball, falling onto Gumballs back as he finished.
I couldn't believe it. We all managed to come together! That was the first time I think that's ever happened. I smiled wide with my eyes shut, my body being slightly crushed beneath the two full grown, totally limp men. "Guys…" I panted, swallowing whatever air I could get. "Guys, I can't… breathe…"
Marshall chuckled and pulled himself off of Gumball, taking Gumball with him and spooning him on the mattress. Gumball lazily wrapped his arm around me, bidding me to come closer to him. With the last of my strength, I rolled over to him and nuzzled my face into his chest.
The hazy mist of our lust was almost suffocating in the tent, but as it faded and we all caught our breaths, the sleep that we so desperately needed started to fall over us. I thought about how truly amazing the two of them were. After all, they managed to get me to completely forget about my dream.
I listened to the howl of the wind and snow from outside and the soft snores coming from Marshall and Gumball. Then, I fell into a dreamless sleep, happy for the peace it brought me, with a content smile on my face.