Fionna began to feel like she was going to melt. And the kisses Marshall was placing on her neck wasn't helping with the sensation. Suddenly, she

felt herself being pushed into her bed.

"Lay down". Marshall commanded, his dark eyes glazed with lust.

Fionna laid down, and Marshall floated over her for a second, and then let his body down to meet hers. The hardness in his pants from earlier was

present once more, and Fionna instinctively raised her hand up and brushed it with her fingers. Marshall caught her hand and pressed it harder

against his bulge. Fionna blushed.

"I like you too, Fionna. You're the realest girl I've ever met." He gently took his hand and ran it across her cheek, down to her chin, where he gently

tilted her head up to meet for another kiss. However, this time, his hand made it's way down to her chest. He began to rub his thumb over her

swollen nipple, which caused Fionna to moan loudly. Taking this as permission to go further, he then slide his hand up her nightgown, delighted to

discover she had been sleeping braless. His longer fingers gently teased her nipple as he kissed her deeply. He knew that he was her first kiss from her

inexperience, but feeling her soft lips dance against his own invoked a lust that was more akin to a hunger. He floated up slightly so that he could

have both hand gently teasing her erect nipples.

'Marshall..." Fionna sighed, and her hand shyly reached out toward his chest. He briefly stopped playing with her nipples to guide her hand

underneath his shirt. Fionna moaned as she felt his tight, toned chest muscles.

"Fionna", Marshall whispered as he broke their kiss, "I'm going to take your nightgown off."

"Oh..ohkay." Fionna's face flushed red as Marshall first lifted off his shirt, and then gently pulled her nightgown off and over her head.

She laid there naked, with only red panties protecting her womanhood. "That's a good color, Fionna. I might have to have a snack." He smiled as her

face blushed more, and she tried to cover her chest. "Let me see, Fionna, And I'll show you something, too." He grinned as Fionna's legs began to

spread, and she quickly closed them, blushing furiously. "I'll just do it, then." And with that he laid closer to her, this time pinning her hands beside

her head. "Beautiful." He said, gazing at her womanly mounds.

"Marshall." It was like his name was the only thing she could now say. The warm sensation growing between her legs was driving her mad. And

that's when Marshall lowered his head and flicked his tongue against her breast. The sensation caused her to buckle and moan. She muttered his

name again as he began to suck one of her breast while flicking and lightly twisting the nipple of her other one with his hand. She spread her legs as

the pleasure washed over her, which was when Marshall took his hands and pushed them further apart. He took his mouth of off her now moist

breast, and looked her into the eyes.

"Relax, Fionna. This may hurt you, but I'll be gentle." He slid his hand underneath her panties, and ran a finger down her nice and soaked lips. She

made almost a cry when his finger pressed into her entrance. He looked into her eyes, as if to reassure her, and gently slid his finger inside. "Oh

Fionna..."

"Marhall!" Fionna gasped as he slid deeper into her. He let his finger rest there as she moaned softly. "Marshall.." She breathed heavily.

"Fi?"

Marshall and Fionna froze. He gently pulled his finger out in response to the call from Cake.

"Fi, you okay, you having a bad dream? Let me turn the light on..." Cake said but she seemed to fall from somewhere in the room. "My legs feel like

jelly."

Marshall silently picked Fionna's gown off of the floor, handing it too her as she quickly pulled it over herself. Marshall faded into the scenery. Fionna

wasn't sure if he was gone or still watching.

Cake managed to turn on the light. "I must have had some bad Catnip. Fi, were you having a nightmare? Your hair is all jacked up." She walked

towards her sister, taking in her image with her large eyes. "Woah, I didn't notice that hickey before. Crazy nasty. How dare he use you like that." He

hair fluffed up and she hissed at the memory.

"I'm sorry Cake." Fionna murmured. She wrapped the blanket around her. "I had a nightmare, but I'm gonna try and get more sleep.'"

"Alright, girl. Don't you worry about that bad boy though." Cake said as she turned off the light and crawled back into her bed. "He's not worth it.

He's a no good boy from nightosphere, he's..." Cake's voice trailed off and she fell asleep in mid sentence.

Fionna sighed. She looked up at the ceiling, wondering if Marshall was watching her. However, the need building between her thighs could not go

away. She slid her hand down between her legs. With her eyes fixed on the ceiling, she experimented with rubbing her clit. Her face reddened as

pleasure coursed through her body, wishing that her fingers were Marshall's. Or his tongue. Suddenly, she felt the pleasure build up and up and she

was rubbing faster and faster. She bit her lip so hard to keep quiet that a trickle of blood ran down her chin. She climaxed hard, and she saw stars

when she closed her eyes. A quietly moaned Marshall escaped her lips, and fear set in wondering if Cake had heard. She was spent, and fell asleep

quickly after, with dreams of a certain vampire roaming through her mind.

Marshall watched Fionna pleasure herself from the shadows of the room. The display caused the need in his pants to grow stronger. His whole being

ached for her. I need a stronger sleep spell, he though.