Adventure Time Rebellion: Fight for the Throne

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Chapter 14: A Full Night ❤️

The adventurers returned to the treehouse as the sun set, their conversations sparse. Jake attempted to lighten the mood with his usual comedic topics, but Finn was lost in his thoughts.

Finn entered first and picked up a piece of paper from the ground. "Hey Jake, your name is on this," he said, handing it to his brother.

Jake asked him to hold onto it for later. Curious, Finn opened the letter and began to read aloud: "My love, I came to see you but didn't find you. When you return, come to me. I'm really hot—"

Jake snatched the letter from Finn's hand in a flash.

Turning his back to Finn, Jake quickly scanned the letter. "What does it say?" Finn asked with a teasing grin.

"Nothing! Nothing at all!" Jake crumpled the letter in his hand and shoved it into his mouth, swallowing it quickly.

"Sorry, buddy, but I'll have to leave you alone again tonight," Jake said, a hint of guilt in his voice.

"I'm not a kid, Jake," Finn replied, rolling his eyes.

Jake hurried out of the house, leaving Finn to cross his arms and said, "Well, that's descriptive."

"Not quite, I just imagined the letter was for you and wrote it." came a voice from inside the house. Marceline floated down the stairs, catching Finn's attention. She was wearing black lingerie in a plunging V-shape, leaving most of her body exposed. Only her nipples and her intimate area were covered, her pale white skin gleaming and her alluring curves catching Finn's eyes and drawing a slight smile.

"What do you think?" she teased, showing off her nearly naked body, one hand running through her hair.

"Beautiful. I see you've gotten bolder," Finn said, his gaze trailing over her.

"Of course. After you fed me this morning, I can't wait to have more," she said, licking her lips.

Finn stepped toward her and pulled her down to his level, claiming her lips fiercely while his hands roamed over her soft ass. His tongue explored her mouth aggressively.

"Upstairs," he murmured against her lips, his voice low and filled with desire, before pulling her closer. Marceline, without hesitation, wrapped her arms around him and floated effortlessly into the air, carrying him as their lips remained locked in a feverish kiss. They ascended to the upstairs living room, where she gently landed, settling onto the couch with him.

Finn pulled her onto his lap, their faces just inches apart, their breaths mingling. He claimed her lips again, this time more passionately, as if he couldn't get enough of her. The room was filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the soft rustle of her movements as her hips began to grind against him instinctively. She could feel the growing hardness pressing against her, her body responding with an undeniable warmth that pooled between her legs.

His hands moved with purpose, sliding over her back and gripping her firmly before gently pushing her onto her back. Pinning her to the couch, his fingers found the delicate strings of her bikini top, and with a swift tug, he tore it away. The fabric fell to the floor as Marceline gasped sharply, the friction of the movement igniting a wave of pleasure that coursed through her already sensitized body.

Her now-naked form lay bare before him, her pale skin glowing faintly in the dim light. Her large breasts, tipped with hardened pink nipples, rose and fell with each labored breath. Finn's gaze lingered, his hunger evident, before his hand traced its way down her torso. His fingers explored the sensitive skin between her thighs, brushing against her slick, swollen folds.

"Nyaah~" Marceline moaned softly, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. She had never been touched like this before, and the sensation of Finn's fingers exploring her so intimately left her trembling. He moved with deliberate confidence, parting her folds and teasing her with an assertive, almost possessive touch.

Finn shrugged off his jacket, pulling his shirt over his head in one smooth motion to reveal his sculpted chest and defined muscles. Her eyes widened, captivated by the sight of his powerful body, but they quickly drifted downward as he unbuttoned his pants. Her breath hitched as his length sprang free, the sheer size and prominence of it making her heart race.

Completely naked now, Finn stood before her, his chiseled form towering over her prone body. His erection, a full eight inches of hardened dominance, hovered over her untouched entrance, its presence both intimidating and electrifying. Leaning down, he pressed his lips close to her ear, his voice firm and unyielding.

"You probably already know I don't like used goods," he stated, his intense gaze locking onto hers.

Marceline blushed deeply, her arms reaching out to wrap around his strong frame. "Don't worry," she whispered, her voice soft but resolute. "You're the first and only one to ever touch me..." She pressed herself closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "When you enter... I will be marked as your property."

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Simon floated over the green lands, heading somewhere. "I can't believe she leaves me sleeping and goes out," he muttered, his voice tinged with frustration.

"Other tasks..." he whispered, trying to push terrifying thoughts from his mind. In the distance, the treehouse came into view. "She's not here. I'm sure she's not here... she better not be here," he said, his voice filled with hope.

He approached the treehouse, peering through the door, but there was no one inside. Searching for a better vantage point, he noticed a window higher up.

Floating up to the window, Simon looked inside, and perhaps for the first time in his long life, he felt utter shock. Inside, he saw Finn's bare back moving rhythmically over the couch. Beneath him came loud, unmistakable moans that he immediately recognized.

The two were completely naked, with Marceline expressing a mix of pain and ecstasy. Simon's mouth opened slightly, but he said nothing as two streams of tears ran down his old face. His beloved girl, his daughter, whom he loved more than life itself, was now before him in the most compromising position, with someone who had blatantly declared he would take advantage of her.

The intimate encounter continued for some time. Marceline didn't stop screaming wildly, biting her lips and fondling her breasts. From his vantage point, Simon could only see Finn's back, which completely obscured Marceline's figure.

At one point, as Marceline moved her head slightly, her eyes briefly glanced forward. That one look made her body freeze in place. The person reflected on the opposite wall was Simon, crying openly and rooted to the spot outside the window.

She froze too, unsure of what to do. She had been in the most stimulating moment of her life just seconds ago, but now her mind was completely scrambled. She didn't react, remaining in her position.

Finn slapped her hard on her ass, snapping her back to attention. He thrust into her again, his movements rough and deliberate. Her eyes darted one last time toward Simon, then she closed them tightly, pulling Finn closer to hide her body from Simon's view.

'You hide from me, the one who raised you, yet you allow a lowlife like that to treat you as though you're nothing but an animal?!' This thought surged in Simon's mind, fueling his anger and despair.

Finn's hand clutched Marceline's silken tresses with authoritative fervor, her surrender as complete as it was eager. Her ample breasts, adorned with pert nipples, swayed rhythmically, each thrust a testament to the intensity of their coupling. The sight, so provocatively raw, finally broke Simon. His heart fractured under the weight of his sorrow, and with tears cascading like rivers down his cheeks, he had noticed how submissive she had become toward Finn. If Finn asked Marceline to leave him, she wouldn't hesitate. Flying away in tears was the best solution for him now.

As this emotional battle unfolded between the two, Finn merely smirked, enjoying his girl without a care for anything else. Of course, Simon's presence hadn't escaped Finn's heightened senses, which had been honed against the terrifying monsters and creatures of Ooo since his youth.

he maneuvered Marceline onto her stomach, her delectable hips perked up in silent invitation. His movements became frenzied, primal, each thrust deeper and more relentless, driving her face into the plush fabric of the couch as she muffled her cries of overwhelming pleasure.

Reaching his climax, Finn released himself with a fierce growl, his essence flooding Marceline in a hot surge, marking her profoundly. Her response was a volcanic release, her back arching dramatically as a guttural scream of ecstasy tore from her throat.

Gasping for air, Marceline's body shimmered with the sheen of exertion and satisfaction. Yet, Finn was unyielding. He scooped her up, her lithe form naked and glistening, her thighs slick with the remnants of their passionate union. With a firm slap to her perfectly rounded Ass, he declared his ongoing intent.

"Where are we going?" her voice was a breathy whisper, laced with both exhaustion and anticipation.

"Somewhere more comfortable," he replied, carrying her to his bedroom. She smiled contentedly, momentarily forgetting the earlier incident as she felt the fluid running down her legs.

He laid her across the expanse of his bed with a deliberate gentleness that belied the fervor of their moments ago. She was an alluring sprawl of limbs and flushed skin, her body a testament to their unrestrained activities. Finn hovered over her, his presence commanding as he guided himself back towards her eager lips.

Marceline welcomed him, her lips parting seductively to accommodate his massive manhood. Finn set a deliberate, punishing pace, each thrust designed to reach the very depths of her, her throat tightening around him in a delicious constriction that drove him closer to the edge. With relentless intent, he explored her depths until he could hold back no longer, pulling back to release a torrent of heat across her face and breasts, his sperm painting her skin in a stark, erotic contrast.

The remnants of his climax hung heavy on her lips, and with a languid movement, she swallowed, savoring the taste, her lips closing around the last drops. "Damn… I'll never get enough of this," she whispered huskily, her fingertips gently caressing the flushed skin of her cheeks, her eyes half-lidded in lustful repletion.

Finn, watching her reaction with a satisfied smirk, adjusted her position once more. Raising her legs, he entered her again, this time with a slow, controlled urgency. Marceline moaned deeply, the sound a sultry echo in the room, her body trembling under the weight of his slow, deep thrusts, each one drawing a cry of pleasure that vibrated through the charged air.

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The sun had risen a few hours ago. Finn sat at the dining table, eating breakfast alone after the long, exhausting night.

"Hey, Sika, are you sure last night was safe? I don't want anything distracting me," he asked, his tone serious.

[Her fertility cycle ended yesterday, so she's currently safe, no matter how much you released inside her,] Sika replied confidently.

Finn nodded in relief, continuing his meal silently. "Good morning, my beast," came a soft voice as arms wrapped around him from behind.

Marceline joined him, still completely naked, resting her head on his shoulder with a content smile. "You're finally awake," Finn remarked, wrapping an arm around her waist.

"I only got up because I couldn't find you. I could've stayed there forever," she teased, flashing a mischievous grin before sitting beside him. She began eating happily, as though the events of the night hadn't worn her out.

"By the way, Finn," she began, her tone curious. "How the hell did you do all that to me? If I couldn't float, I wouldn't have been able to walk here—my legs are completely useless."

"Don't think about it too much," Finn replied coolly.

"Don't think about it too much? You made me orgasm so many times I lost count, and you came close to ten times yourself. My womb feels stuffed like a teddy bear," she said playfully, rubbing her lower abdomen as if to emphasize her point.

After they finished eating, Marceline slid under the table, looking up at Finn with a sly grin. "Mind if I have dessert now?" she asked, already positioning herself between his legs.

"Go ahead," Finn replied, leaning back as she began working. Her lips closed around him, moving with practiced skill. Even while speaking, she maintained her rhythm. "So… do you have any ideas about the lucky girls who'll share you with me?" she teased, her voice muffled as her cheeks bulged slightly.

"Right now, my targets are Princess Bubblegum and Flame Princess," Finn said casually, his hand resting on her head, guiding her movements.

"Wow, that's a lot of openings to fill," Marceline joked, pausing briefly to catch her breath before resuming.

"Don't worry. I can handle filling them all," Finn replied confidently, stroking her cheek as she continued.

"No doubt about that…" she murmured between movements before taking him deeper. Her dedication was evident, and the sounds of her effort filled the room.

After some time, Finn's grip on her head tightened, and his movements grew more deliberate. Marceline didn't resist as he pushed her further, her throat constricting around him. She gagged slightly but pressed on, letting him use her fully. Finally, with a deep groan, he released again. This time, she caught most of it in her mouth, but some spilled onto her face and chest.

Marceline pulled back, opening her mouth to show off the thick fluid covering her tongue before swallowing it with a satisfied smile. "Damn, I'll never get tired of this," she said, wiping her lips with her hand.