June walked briskly through the Jungle Kingdom, her gown whispering against the mossy ground as she returned to her quarters. The soft glow of the lanterns illuminated her path, but despite the serenity of the night, her heart was pounding—not from nerves, not from fear, but from the lingering warmth of Finn's presence. The memory of his hand in hers, how he looked at her under the starlit sky, stayed with her, setting her pulse ablaze.

But as soon as she stepped into her chambers, the moment shattered.

Liana stood in the middle of the room, arms crossed, her sharp brown eyes already locked onto June like a predator spotting its prey. The tension was immediate, thick as the humid jungle air. June barely had time to set down her golden skull headpiece before Liana's voice cut through the room like a blade.

"Where have you been?" she demanded, her tone cool but brimming with accusation.

June exhaled, rubbing her temple as she turned toward her. "Liana, I don't need a lecture tonight."

"You're getting one anyway," Liana shot back, stepping closer. "You were with him again, weren't you? With Finn."

June squared her shoulders, her lips pressing into a firm line. "Yes," she admitted. "I was at the royal dance with him. And it was wonderful."

Liana scoffed, rolling her eyes so hard it looked like it physically hurt. "Unbelievable. June, we've been through this! He's a human. He doesn't belong here—he doesn't belong with you!"

June's eyes narrowed. "And why not?" she snapped. "Because he's different? Because he doesn't have our skin color or have our body paint."

Liana took another step closer, her expression darkening. "No, because he's using you, June!" she spat. "You think he cares about your kingdom, about your people? You think he actually wants to stay here? No. He's just some wandering adventurer, and right now, you're just his latest adventure. And when he's done, when he's had his fun and fill of you're body—he's going to leave."

June felt something inside her twist like a vine being yanked too hard from the earth. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "That's not true," she growled.

Liana let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, please. Wake up, June! He's a guy! He's just trying to get under your clothes—"

June's face went scarlet. Heat flared in her cheeks, and before she even realized what she was saying, the words tumbled out in a desperate, reckless outburst:

"We've already done it!"

The silence was immediate.

Liana's eyes widened, her jaw going slack, and for a second, neither of them moved. The words still hung in the air, thick and irreversible, like a storm about to break.

June's breath hitched, her face betraying the shock of what she had just confessed. Her heart slammed against her ribs. She hadn't meant to say it—not like that, not at all.

Liana blinked, then took a slow step back, her arms dropping to her sides. "What?" she whispered, as if she needed to hear it again to believe it.

June swallowed hard, her pulse roaring in her ears. There was no taking it back now. "I said—" she started, her voice wavering before she steadied herself. "We've already done it."

Liana's face twisted, somewhere between anger, disbelief, and something else—something almost like hurt. "Oh my globs, June."

She was supposed to be pure.

June crossed her arms, lifting her chin, trying to steel herself. "It wasn't like that," she said firmly. "It wasn't just… just some casual thing. It meant something, Liana."

Liana's lip curled in frustration. "Oh, so what, now you think you're in love with him?" she snapped. "A human? Do you even hear yourself?"

June flinched but held her ground. "Yes," she said, her voice raw. "Yes, I love him."

Liana inhaled sharply as if the words had struck her physically. Her expression shifted from anger to something more vulnerable—worry, maybe even fear. "June…" she said, quieter this time.

June shook her head, eyes burning. "You don't have to understand it, Liana. But don't you dare stand there and tell me it isn't real."

Liana was quiet for a long moment. Then, slowly, she exhaled and ran a hand through her hair, her shoulders dropping slightly. "You're a princess," she murmured. "And you're thinking with your heart instead of your head."

June clenched her jaw. "Maybe for once, that's not a bad thing."

Liana sighed, shaking her head. "I just don't want to see you get hurt, June."

June's expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm. "Then trust me. Because I know what I'm doing."

Liana was silent, searching her face as if hoping to find doubt, hesitation—something that would prove her wrong. But June held her gaze, unwavering.

Finally, Liana exhaled, shaking her head. "I still have my doubts," she muttered.

June smirked faintly, wiping a hand across her flushed face. "Yeah, well… duly noted."

But even as Liana turned away, frustration still evident in her stiff posture, June could feel her heart hammering against her ribs. The words she'd spoken—the truth she'd blurted out in the heat of the moment—settled deep within her.

She had said it. She had admitted it.

She loved Finn.

And no matter what Liana thought, no matter what doubts tried to creep into her mind, June knew one thing for sure:

She wasn't going to run from it.

The sun was high in the sky, casting warm golden light over the grassy plains where Finn stood, sword drawn, facing a gang of snarling goblins. The creatures, small but scrappy, huddled together around a heavy sack of stolen gold coins—loot they had snatched from an old woman in the nearby village.

"Alright, punks," Finn called out, cracking his neck. "You got two choices: hand over the gold, or I make you wish you had."

The lead goblin, a wiry little thing with jagged teeth and a dented metal helmet, let out a raspy laugh. "Hah! You think we're scared of you, human?"

Finn grinned, twirling his sword. "You should be."

The goblins hissed and lunged. Finn dodged the first strike, slashing his sword in a wide arc that sent one of the goblins flying backward. Another leaped onto his back, but Finn flipped effortlessly, slamming the creature into the ground.

"You guys don't learn, huh?" he taunted, sidestepping a dagger aimed for his ribs.

The goblins weren't giving up so easily. One of them, bigger than the rest, brandished a crude, rusted dagger. "You ain't so tough, Finn the Human! Let's see how you handle this!"

Finn raised an eyebrow as the goblin lunged, their daggers clashing in a flurry of sparks. Finn countered with a powerful swing, forcing the goblin back. Another goblin tried to sneak behind him, but Finn twisted, driving his elbow into its gut before knocking it away with a kick.

The battle raged on for several moments, but Finn was too fast, too strong, too experienced. One by one, the goblins fell back, their weapons clattering to the dirt.

Panting and beaten, the goblin leader growled, clutching his bruised side. "This ain't over, Finn!" he snarled, baring his sharp teeth. "Mark my words, we'll get our revenge!"

Finn smirked, shouldering his sword. "Yeah, right. You better scurry back to whatever hole you crawled out of!"

The goblins, hissing and grumbling, scrambled away, disappearing into the distance.

Finn sheathed his sword and turned to the trembling old woman, who clutched her walking stick. "Here you go, ma'am," he said, handing her the bag of gold.

"Oh, bless your heart, young man," she said, her voice quivering with gratitude. "Those nasty goblins have been robbing people for weeks! I don't know what I would've done without you!"

Finn grinned. "Hey, it's what I do. You take care, alright?"

The woman nodded, pressing a small, wrapped loaf of bread into his hands. "Take this, as thanks. It's my special honey oat bread—baked with extra love!"

Finn chuckled. "Sweet! Thanks, ma'am."

With a wave, he turned and started back toward the Treehouse.

Finn pushed open the door to the Treehouse, stepping inside with a stretch. "Jake! You won't believe the butt-kicking I just—" He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed how quiet the place was.

Frowning, he glanced around. No Jake. No sounds of snoring or snack-munching. The place felt… empty.

His eyes landed on the kitchen counter, where a slightly crumpled note sat.

Finn picked it up and read aloud:

"Yo Finn,
Heading out to visit Jake Jr. for the week.
See ya when I see ya, bro.
-Jake"

Finn sighed, shaking his head. "No wonder I didn't find him here today. And no wonder I didn't find this note until now—it was literally on the kitchen counter."

He tossed the note onto the table and stretched. "Well, guess I got the place to myself."

After a long battle, there was only one thing on his mind, he needed to take a shower.

Freshly showered and feeling refreshed, Finn ran a towel through his damp hair as he made his way to his room. He grabbed his phone, about to call June, when—

RING RING

His eyes widened at the caller ID. June.

His face went pink. Convenient timing, he thought, quickly answering the call.

"H-Hey, June!"

"Hey, Finn," June's voice came through, sounding soft but… different. There was something in her tone.

Finn frowned slightly. "Everything okay?"

June hesitated. "There's… something I need to tell you."

Finn gulped. Oh glob, oh glob, he panicked internally. Is she breaking up with me?

June continued, her voice steady but serious. "Can we meet at 8 PM? Near Lake Zephora?"

Finn swallowed, his palms suddenly feeling a little sweaty. "Oh, uh, yeah, sure. No problem," he said, trying to sound normal.

There was a pause. Then, taking a deep breath, he said, "I love you, June."

On the other end, June was silent for a heartbeat before responding, her voice soft and warm.

"I love you too, Finn. See you tonight."

The call ended, and Finn stood there, the phone still in his hand, heart pounding like a drum.

He exhaled. "Oh, glob."

Tonight was going to be interesting.

The night air was cool, a soft breeze rippling across Lake Zephora, making the water shimmer under the moonlight. The surrounding jungle was quiet, save for the occasional chirp of crickets and the rustling of leaves in the wind. Fireflies hovered lazily above the water, their golden glow adding to the dreamlike atmosphere.

Finn stood near the water's edge, shifting his weight anxiously from one foot to the other. His mind had been racing ever since the call. What does she need to tell me? Is it bad?

Then he saw her.

June emerged from the tree line, the moonlight catching in her wavy but bushy long purple hair, her loincloth flowing around her like water. She looked beautiful—so beautiful that for a second, Finn forgot how to breathe. But there was something in her expression, a mix of nervousness and determination, that brought him back to reality.

She stopped a few feet away from him, hesitating for only a moment before closing the distance. "Hey," she said softly, before giving his cheek a quick smooch. She could feel the heat coming off of his face, "missed you."

"I-it was only a day." Finn stammered.

"Yeah, I still missed you." She smiled while putting her hands behind her back innocently.

Her actions made Finn ease up a bit, despite the way his stomach twisted. "So… what's up?

June inhaled deeply as if steeling herself. Then, she looked him straight in the eyes and said, "I told Liana that I lost my virginity to you."

Finn's face went white.

"What?!" he practically choked, his voice cracking.

June winced, running a hand through her hair. "I—I'm sorry," she sighed, clearly frustrated with herself. "We got into an argument, and I just… I blurted it out. I didn't mean to say it—it just came out."

Finn stared at her, his mind spinning. "Oh glob." He rubbed his face with both hands as if that would somehow rewind the conversation. "Oh, glob."

June groaned, crossing her arms. "Look, I know this is crazy. But you know what? I don't care anymore," she said, her voice growing steadier. She dropped her arms and stepped closer to him, her green eyes intense. "I'm a woman now, Finn. Who cares what Liana thinks? I'm happy with you. We are happy. That's what matters."

Finn lowered his hands, staring at her, his heart pounding.

Then, before he could even think of a response, June took his face in her hands and kissed him.

Finn's mind blanked.

For a moment, he forgot about Liana, about the argument, about everything except the warmth of June's lips against his. He melted into the kiss, his hands instinctively finding her waist as he kissed her back. The world around them faded, the only thing that existed in that moment was her.

June pressed closer, her body flushing against his, her fingers threading through his damp blond hair. The kiss deepened, slow and full of meaning—an unspoken promise, a declaration of love stronger than any words.

When they finally pulled away, their breaths mingling in the cool night air, Finn looked at her with wide, dazed eyes.

"Wow," he murmured. "Okay. That was… good."

June let out a soft laugh, her cheeks flushed but her gaze steady. "See? No regrets."

Finn smiled, resting his forehead against hers. "No regrets."

They both smiled at each other, "Also I want to thank you for taking me out to the dance." Her hands reached out to grab him, and she made him touch her breasts and squeeze them, making her blush and moan, using his thumbs and pressing his nipples.

"Whoa," Finn said, blushing also.

"It's not the first time we've done this." Jungle Princess then removed her top loin cloth and bottom cloth. She then moved on to remove his clothes.

"Shouldn't we move to my bedroom or something?" He asked, as his member was rising rapidly.

"This is a turn-on for me, I've always wanted to have sex by the lake." Jungle Princess smiled and jerked his dick his dick through his boxers, resisting the urge to buck his hips. His cock hardened as she slipped a hand into his boxers, her fingers curling around his length and pumping slowly.

"I'm always surprised at your manhood and how big it is." She laughed and bit her lip.

"Y-yeah, It just gets like that seeing you, we're both Adults right, we should just enjoy each other's bodies.

June nodded, she scooted forward and put her lips to the head of his cock. He moaned, hands knotting in her hair and urging to take more into her mouth. She pressed her tongue against the leaking slit of his head, licking his precum. She slowly moved her head forward, taking his entire cock in he mouth. He moaned and gasped as she did this, pulling her hair gently. She moaned forward, taking his entire cock in her mouth. He moaned in delight and gasped as she did this, she sucked his cock for a minute before pulling off, licking her lips and grinning.

His cheeks were light red as he put his hands on her sides, dipping his fingers on her slit, it was wet, he then moved around and licked her womanhood, pumping his tongue in and out of her.

"Ahhhhh!" She moaned, writhing as his tongue was latching onto her clit, she moved her body with the movement of her tongue and then began to cum after several minutes, she screamed in a lustful matter, her juices being sprayed onto his face and tongue.

"It tastes really sweet," Finn stated, kissing her pussy.

"Don't think that we're done." She smiled, she then got up, and grabbed his hand, she then jumped to the lake, taking him with him.

"Brrrr. it's cold." Finn moaned.

"I want you to make love to me here." Jungle Princess said, kissing him again, he nodded, they both wanted this, and he fully moved into her, moaning, cheeks red. He pulled out of her, and snapped his hips forward, thrusting back in roughly. He sped up and he grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed them, with the water splashing all around then, he was hitting her g-spot comfortably, explosions flaring in the normal colors of her eyes, he reached forwards, grabbing her breasts with his tongue and sucking them, she could feel herself quickly approaching her climax as she moaned and gasped in ecstasy. Her hands clutched his shoulders tightly, almost ripping them.

"Finn baby, I'm gonna cum" She gasped desperately, arching her back.

"Me too!" I managed to say as he moaned in pleasure, he kissed her on the lips and then inside her mouth, their tongues rolling around each other, she moaned loudly with her pussy squeezing his cock in delight, he moaned with her, climaxing, and tempting into her raw passage. He gave gentle thrusts, helping them to ride out their orgasms. She moaned softly as he pulled out, the excess cum sliding out of her, he flopped down next to her in the lake, slightly fatigued, she relaxed against the mattress, yawning softly.

Finn let out a deep breath, running a hand through his wet hair as he gazed at June, who floated just a few feet away. Her wavy purple hair fanned out around her, her bare shoulders glistening under the soft glow of the moon. She looked otherworldly, like some kind of water spirit meant to exist in a dream rather than reality.

He smiled, shaking his head in awe. "That… was amazing."

June turned to him, her deep green eyes shimmering. "Yeah?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

Finn nodded, swimming a little closer. "Yeah," he said, voice filled with pure, unfiltered emotion. "I don't think I've ever felt this… whole before." He reached out, brushing a strand of wet purple hair from her face. "Like everything just makes sense when I'm with you."

June bit her lip, a warm flush blooming on her cheeks despite the cool water around them. "You always say the perfect thing, you know that?" she murmured.

Finn chuckled. "Nah, I just say what I feel."

She looked at him for a long moment, then sighed, a smile tugging at her lips. "Finn, I don't care what Liana says. I don't care what anyone says." She swam closer until their bodies were almost touching, the water creating small ripples between them. "I'm the princess of the jungle. I make my own choices. And right now? I just want to be here. With you."

Finn's heart clenched in the best way possible. He cupped her cheek, his thumb grazing the soft curve of her face. "We need each other," he whispered. "You and me. That's all that matters."

June's breath hitched. "Yeah," she whispered back. "That's all that matters."

Without another word, she closed the remaining distance between them, pressing her lips against his in a slow, deep kiss. Finn pulled her in, his arms wrapping around her waist, holding her close as the lake cradled them both.

The water rippled gently around them as they kissed, their bodies weightless in the moonlit embrace of the lake. Time seemed to stretch, the world beyond this moment fading into nothing.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads resting together, June let out a soft, breathless laugh. "I think we're making this lake our special spot."

Finn grinned. "I'm okay with that."

June smiled, pressing one last lingering kiss to his lips before pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. "Me too."

Thanks for reading, once again I apologize for slow updates, busy with life, thanks for reading.