"Hello? Anyone there? I'm fucking trapped over here! Vampire in trouble!" Marshall lee called in the middle of the forest. He struggled against the ropes around his wrists and ankles, suspended barely two inches off the ground.
"Fuck" he groaned and let his head down in surrender.
"Seriously, I could be here all night and I'd really prefer not to!" He shouted, hoping and praying someone had heard him. But no response was heard to the trapped vampire.
"If you help me out you can suck my dick" he joked, ending it with a sly laugh; who wouldn't suck his dick?
"Y'know that won't make people help you anymore, Marshall" said a familiar childish voice. He looked up and saw Fionna picking her nails and balancing on top of a branch.
"Fionna! My favorite human" he grinned.
"I'm the only human" she reminded him blandly.
"Exactly. Sweetheart, you wanna help me out?" He begged, looking up at her with the most pathetic gleam in his red eyes. She pulled out her sword and stabbed it in to the bark of the tree, leaning against it while flicking back her fringe.
"Why would I set free my prey?" she questioned setting her hand on her hip. He blinked.
"You set this trap?" He asked in disbelief.
"Uh, yeah" she said as if it was obvious.
"Babe, why'd ya do this?"
"Cause I wanted to talk to you" she swung down from her sword in front of the suspended vampire.
"There's an easier and less humiliating way of talking to me. It's called coming to my fucking house not setting a trap in the middle of the woods" he snarked.
"Shut up, I needed you isolated" she hissed. The vampire sighed.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"Listen, you took away my innocence or whatever. Some kinda bullshit about my virginity-"
He perked up at the mention of his little bunny's v card, instantly smirking and realizing the motivation behind her trap.
"Wait, Fi, did you tie me up to have sex?" He interrupted. She crossed her arms, slightly turning red as she glared at him.
"Shut up, okay? I'm talking" she barked. He grinned.
"Go on" the vampire suddenly didn't mind being tied up.
"I was reading some of Ice Queens stories because she forced me too and stuff. But then I stumbled over a bunch of stuff marked 'xxx' and 'do not read'. Well, of course, I read them, and they strongly reminded me of...what you did to me" she told him, getting redder by the second.
"Ew, Ice Queen writes that stuff? Wait, how good was it?" He asked.
"I said shut up! Anyways, they made me feel funny when I read them. The one that made me feel the funniest had one of the people tied up" she explained. Damn, bunny had dirtier thoughts than Marshall had originally thought.
"That 'funny feeling' was you getting turned on, babe. And what your describing sounds a lot like bondage" he informed her.
"Which is incredibly kinky" he smirked biting his lip.
Just her telling him why she had put him in this position started to get him hard against his tight jeans. But she didn't notice the half bulge in his pants.
"Is kinky good?" She asked.
"Depends on who you are" he answered.
"Well, what about you?" She inquired confidently. He grinned.
"Kinky is what I live for" he said, his body starting to try and resist against the tight holds of the rope. Fionna looked up at the trembling ropes and back down to the obviously aroused vampire in front of her.
"Bondage is what you're in to, huh? God, I can only imagine what other things you'd be interested in" he murmured looking her up and down. She blushed.
"Shut your trap, okay?" She snapped.
"What chya gonna do? Gag me?" He challenged, praying to god that she would. She glared and reached in to her green pack, pulling out a silver roll of duct tape before smirking.
"Something like that" she purred, teasing him in to a full erection as he eyed the tape.
"Fuck" he breathed before she tapped his mouth shut. Marshall knew he could easily chew and lick the tape off, but he allowed himself to be bound and silenced. Fionna smiled at her handy work, glancing down at the tent in his pants and fully grinning.
"That's better, less of your annoying interruptions" she praised. He gave her a questioning look which she responded with tightening his ropes. A muffled grunt escaped underneath the tape, Marshall's body restricting and becoming even more aroused at the tugging restraint. He clenched his fists as Fionna ran her tongue over the cartilage in his ear. A silenced moan vibrated in his throat as she breathed against his skin.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" She whispered in his ear.
Her supple fingers caressed his face and slid to the buttons on his grey flannel. He nodded and anxiously waited for her next move, her fiddling fingers trailing down his chest. She could feel his lungs pumping air quickly as he was helpless to her touch. Fionna smirked and kissed his neck. Her lips pushed his sleeve up his shoulder as her fingers teased around the elastic of his jockeys peaking out from his jeans. Marshall groaned, wishing she would touch him lower but having no way of asking her to.
Slowly, she undid his belt and pulled it out from the loops of his pants even slower. He just wanted to scream for her to hurry the fuck up, yet he wouldn't because he enjoyed it too much. It was agonizing how gentle she was, her leith mouth sucking ever so slightly on his earlobe while undoing his jeans. Marshall groaned, wiggling in her tight trap and smooth mouth. His impatience angered her as she clamped her teeth over his ear and grabbed him roughly, adding another moan under the silver tape.
"God, you can't hold still for a fucking second, can you?" She growled and bit on his neck, over his bite marks and making him thrash around more.
Fionna made her way down his chest, sloppily kissing and tonguing his skin as she met his jockey shorts. Marshall breathed heavily through his nose. Although he desperately wanted to lace his fingers through her hair he couldn't. His wrists started to burn from the ropes as he twisted against them, nudging his hips against her soft breasts.
"You're a little eager" she smiled, looking up to him while slipping her finger under the elastic. He muffled a response, a throaty moan erupting from the tape as he knit his brows.
"You want me to touch you? Or would you prefer my mouth?" She asked wetting her lips. Marshall whimpered, his skin crawling with anticipation at the mention of her sucking him off.
"I'll take that as a yes" she said pulling down the elastic.
As he was freed from the suffocating fabric his length brushed against her soft chest. He whined and and rolled his head back, desperately rubbing against her breasts to find some relief. Fionna bit her lip, his dick buried between her breasts as his hips humped her sternum. She quickly took ahold of him, holding him still in the middle of his shaft while he groaned at her touch. It was bigger than she imagined. True she had never actually seen it before (only felt it), but the stories she read prepared her for this moment.
She took a shaky breath and ghosted her lips across the tip, teasing him with a quick dab of her tongue. He was already beading with precum, the bitter taste a minor distraction to Fionna's mouth as she closed her lips around his head and delicately sucked. Marshall balled his fists, his knuckles turning white as the tape suppressed his long string of cuss words. She ignored his hisses and his jerky hips as she pressed her tongue under his head and dragged it against his skin. The sweet and gentle mannerism of her mouth quickly and progressively got rougher as she took him further in her mouth. Her hand pumped what she couldn't reach as she sucked his hard cock.
Marshall almost couldn't handle the intense pleasure she drove him with from her mouth. Her warm moist tongue felt like a blessing to his longly tainted body. Although it was sloppy and messy, it was still gratifying to the tied up vampire. Out of all his 1000 years Marshall had never been the one tied up; he was always dominant. But it was clear now that Fionna would not be the one on the bottom. Yes, her first time she was a bit timid but she wasn't completely submissive like his partners usually are. It thrilled him how much she controlled him and how she knew exactly what she wanted from him.
He groaned again, coming close to screaming as he nudged himself further against her. Fionna coughed and sputtered, removing him from her mouth after he had shoved himself down her throat. She glared at him and stood up to smack his cheek. Despite the stinging pain in his face he found more gratification from the adventuress' harsh hand.
"That wasn't cool man, you nearly chocked me!" She hissed. He moaned in response, wiggling himself closer to her for more stimulation.
She rolled her eyes and ducked back down, rushing through him to quickly finishing him off. He couldn't give her a proper warning for when he was going to cum, so he did his best by loudly moaning and groaning to get her attention. With one last swipe of her tongue over his head he snarled and came. His semen splattered in her mouth and across her face, yet she didn't flinch at the sudden spurt of hot liquid. Instead she wiped some from her cheek and dragged it on her tongue as she looked at him with her big doe eyes. He trembled at the sight as she licked her lips and blinked at him.
Fionna cleaned off the rest with her shirt before standing up and sighing. She walked back to her tree and grabbed her sword from the trunk, swinging the pink blade in her hand and standing in front of her panting vampire. A smile crept across her face as she slashed the ropes and let him fall to the ground. Before he could get back up she crouched behind him and tugged his arms back, tying them with the left over rope so he was still bound.
Marshall whined in protest, his wrists rubbed red against the rough rope, but he was ignored as she jerked him to his knees. Fionna circled around to face him, his face sweaty as he looked up at her, and she tore off the tape like a bandaid. He panted through his mouth, relieved at the freedom she provided. She leaned down and held his head up by his hair.
"Heh, that was a bit rough" he smirked.
"Aw, poor babe. Did I hit you too hard?" She fake pouted.
"I didn't say I didn't like it" he said. Fionna smirked and pressed a kiss to his slightly swollen lips.
"You taste like my dick" he informed her as she pulled away.
"And how would you know what that tastes like?" She challenged.
"Well you just sucked my dick and you don't taste like you" he explained.
"And what do I normally taste like?" She questioned.
"Hmmm...good" he responded.
She rolled her eyes and let go of his hair, straightening her posture and pulled down her panties from under her skirt. Once the white cotton dropped to the grass she put her hands on her hips as he gaped at her.
"Lose something?" He asked, already starting to get hard again as she crossed her arms.
"I don't need it" she said noticing how it had aroused him.
"So what are you gonna do to me now?" He questioned.
"Well right now I'm wondering weather or not I should duct tape you again" she informed him taking off her back pack and crouching down to rummage through it.
"As thrilling and as hot as it was, I like annoying you so you probably shouldn't" he advised. She ignored him as she looked through her green bag, finally pulling out a thick white ribbon.
"Pretty" Marshall noted.
"Glad you think so cuz it's all you're seeing for a while" she informed him.
"Wait, what?" His eyes widened as she crawled closer and blinded him with this silky soft ribbon.
"Can you see anything?" She asked, the sound of her voice telling him she was about right in front of him.
He shook his head, a little nervous at his deprivation of sight. As he opened his mouth the speak he felt something soft against his length. Two things, to be exact, the texture of her shirt instantly giving it away as her large breasts. Marshall groaned.
"Your tits?" He guessed. Another object was pressed against his head, slimy and moist against his skin.
"Your tongue?" Another guess. Now that he was fully erect Marshall could feel her tiny frame crawl up on him, her legs settled on the grass right next to his so he was in between hers.
The same soft texture was pressed against his cheeks as she guided his head to her clothed nipple. He eagerly sucked and licked her breast through her shirt, and bit in to the doughy enticing flesh. Her moan vibrated against his ear as he continued to squeeze her breast with his jaw. Marshall blindly moved to her other tit, kissing the side of it while she griped and released his roots much like a cat. He could only imagine the look on her face as he sucked.
"It'd be better if your shirt was off" he murmured and licked her stiff nipple.
Within seconds her large bust was removed from his face as he leaned to continue. But she pushed him back as the sound of cloth moving and a snap was audible to the vampires ears. This time when her chest returned his lips met the creamy and endearingly smooth texture of her skin. He smirked as he imagined her topless in front of him, but for now he only had his mouth. No time was wasted when he dragged his tongue up her breast, smushing it up like soft ice cream on a cone when you lick it too hard. For a moment he though he heard a groan, but she was instantly silent.
"Your skin is so soft" he breathed and buried his face in her sternum, a boob on either cheek as he longed to wrap his arms around her naked waist. Marshall was painfully hard, and waiting for her to do something beside shoving her (excellent) breasts in his face.
"Fi, I'm dying here" he told her.
"Beg" she ordered.
"Fionna, I don't beg for sex" he snapped. She completely removed her chest from his face and bit his neck while pulling his hair. He gasped as she dragged her tongue against his bite marks, the pleasure a lot more intense from it's unexpected stimulation.
"Fionna...please...!" He caved.
"Hmmmm...no" she whispered, her breath brushing against his neck. He groaned and tried to wiggle against her, but she wouldn't let him.
"God, just fuck me now, I'm gonna explode" he demanded. She pulled his hair roughly, tugging his head back and making him cry out.
"I'm not taking orders from you, Marshall. Now beg" she hissed. He huffed and whined, feeling humiliated at what he was about to do.
"Please...Fi, please. It's killing me, I beg of you" he pleaded. Her chuckle vibrated in his ear as she released her grip on his hair.
"Please what, Marshall?" She teased. He gasped for air.
"Please...fuck me" he groaned.
"You want me to fuck you?" She asked whispering in his ear. He nodded vigorously, whimpering as he felt her warm and moist against his tip.
"How much do you want me to fuck you?" She continued and rubbed herself against him.
"So much" he moaned.
He felt her grip his shoulders as she started to push him inside her. Marshall huffed at her tight cooch around his hard dick, the heat almost too much to bear. The teasing and pleasure was too much and he crumbled over, resting his head on her chest and groaning loudly. Her honey sweet giggle was heard followed by a content moan as she continued sliding herself down.
"God you feel amazing" he gasped in to her breast as she fit him completely inside her.
Fionna's hips twisted, pushing his dick against her walls and forcing a whimper from him. The young adventuress struggled to get her throat locked, but she released a horrible loud moan with out her consent as she raised her hips and pushed him in again.
"Fuck, I love your moans" Marshall panted, drooling at the sound of her breathless sound of gratification.
"Shut up" she snapped and moaned again when he moved against her.
"You want me to fuck you or not? Don't do that" she hissed jerking her hips particularly rough against him and continuing the same shaky rhythm. The lack of sight made it nearly ten times more surprising than Fionna had intended, making Marshall cry out and fully rest his head in the crook of her neck.
"You're gonna kill me" he whined.
"Good" she whispered.
He groaned and bit down on her clavicle. His hands ripped up the grass behind him in desperate attempts to grab something, rubbing his wrists raw and red. Marshall was loosing it quick, the sound of her miraculous moans and the feeling of her hot wet pussy was enough to make him implode. Sweat dripped down his face, and he moved up to bite her pretty sweet neck that smelled like vanilla and sex. His teeth pierced her delicate skin, and blood dripped on his tongue. The sweet sweet taste of her blood added to the heat as he lapped up what he could, making the adventuress struggle with her composure.
The pain burned on her neck, but it wasn't something that bothered her too much. Fionna was used to cuts and scrapes, and had become accustom to it. She actually found thrill in a new scar, yet this thrill was a lot more lewd and exciting. A cry tugged at her throat as he licked up her blood, prompting her faster and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her body was filled to the brim, his member more than enough to satisfy her need and his biting was the cherry on top.
"Marshall...I-I'm gonna cum!" She cried, jerking her hips rougher against him as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Marshall desperately licked the last few drops from her skin, and savored the sweet metallic taste on his lips. He was on the brink of coming himself, holding on to everything she gave him in attempts to paint a picture in his mind of what she might look like. The image of her red, sweaty face with her eyes squeezed shut, her eyebrows knit, and her plump lips parted to let her moans pass pushed him over his limit.
"Fuck!" He roared and felt the sweet release relieve his body as he panted hard like a dog. She finished herself off with a last few thrusts before crying out the sound of her orgasm and choking up before she came.
With a last sigh of relief, Fionna let her body fall against Marshall's heaving chest. He supported her with his shoulder, unable to catch her with his arms as she held on to him. Fionna huffed and pressed a sweet kiss to the nape if his neck, making the hair stand up at the contact of her pink lips.
"Getting soft on me eh?" He smirked.
"Whatever" she muttered gripping his shoulders again and pulling hers hips from his. Fionna winced at the slight pain of pulling out, and sighed as she tucked him away and zipped up his pants.
"That was a lot of fun, and nice location too" he teased her, imagining the delicious red color that must've adorned her cheeks. The blond adventuress ignored him and reached behind him to untie the knots and free his sore wrists. He rubbed the raw skin and stretched out his back and shoulders.
"Thanks" he sighed and started to undo his blindfold when Fionna stopped him.
"Fi, I'd like my sight-" he was cut off by what felt like her lips against his, the plump flesh pressing against his thin lips and over his fangs.
It was obviously spontaneous, the hesitation of the kiss shuddered in her breath, but he wasn't about to deny the chance to kiss her again. Fionna let go of Marshall's wrists, and slowly moved her fingers to cup his face. With his hands free he held around her waist, feeling her naked skin with his fingertips as he dragged them up her back.
"Sorry for slapping you and pulling your hair" she mumbled against his lips.
"It's fine" he assured her as she undid the ribbon.
Marshall blinked, his eyes adjusting to the bright green forest and Fionna's face right in front of his. He smiled.
"I like this side of you. I always knew you had quite a strong personality, but you're a lot rougher when it comes to sex" he said. She giggled slightly and blushed.
"Sorry" she mumbled. He laughed and pulled her closer against his chest.
"It's more than okay" he assured her and nuzzled in to her neck, licking her bite marks.
"Am I gonna be a vampire now?" She joked.
"Nah, you'll just have a nice scar to show" he said lightly hovering his finger over the tender punctures on the side of her neck.
"I guess we match now"
"I guess so" he murmured and kissed them gently.
"Hey Fi?"
"Yeah?" She replied.
"Next time let's do this in a bed, my jeans probably have grass stains on them" he complained. She rolled her eyes and playfully hit the back of his head.
"Whatever"