Possum's Kinktober 2024

by Opossumtivity (ao3)

Chapter 1: Possu's Full List ✩*⋆

✩Oct. 01 and 02
Finn and Fern // Double penetration

✩Oct. 03
Huntress Wizard// Predator/Prey

✩Oct. 04
Princess Bubblegum// Latex

✩Oct. 05
Marceline// Face sitting

✩Oct. 06
Flame Princess // Wax Play

Week II
Adventure Time: Bad Guys

✩Oct 07
Scarab // Hate sex

✩Oct. 08
Scorcher// Deepthroating

✩Oct. 09
Green Knight// Bondage

✩Oct. 10
Vampire King// Somnophilia

✩Oct. 11
Hudson Abadeer// Mirror sex

✩Oct. 12
PeaceMaster//Breeding kink

✩Oct. 13
Marshall Lee//Love bites

✩Oct 14
Simon // Sex tape

✩Oct. 15
Prismo // Masturbation

✩Oct. 16 and Oct. 17
Gary and Marshall // Threesome

✩Oct. 18
Fionna // Fingering/Squirting

✩Oct. 19
Farmworld Finn// Mutual Masturbation

✩Oct. 20
Winter King // 69

✩Oct. 21
Hunter // Sex pollen

✩Oct 22
Faust (Guilty Gear) // Pegging

✩Oct 23
Joshua Graham (Fallout New Vegas) // Spanking

✩Oct 24, Oct 25 and Oct 26
Batter, Zacharie, Sugar (OFF) // Foursome

✩Oct 27
Elktaur (Centaurworld) // Praise Kink

✩Oct 28
Sebastian Solace (Pressure robl0x) // Degradation/Dirty Talk

✩Oct 29
Viktor (Arcane)// (I'll let a friend pick this one)

✩Oct 30
Pyramid Head (Silent hill 2)// Rough sex/Hairpulling

✩Oct 31 N/A 👀

Chapter 2: Finn and Fern | Double Penetration

"Aaand that's the last of them." Finn announces as he places the final box on the countertop of your kitchen, barely finding the space to sort it out between the multitude of boxes scattered around with either decorations or kitchen appliances.

"It's about time! I bet that if we stacked every box in here they'd be as tall as a mountain. Why do you need so much shoes and porcelain figurines anyway?" Fern complains as he carefully lowers the box he's carrying in the living room before plopping down on the singular couch.

"I don't tell you how to live your life, Fern." You stuck your tongue at the grass man as you walk past him, carrying your own box full of plates and dining utensils as you place them at the kitchen countertop. It's been a month since you broke off with your ex and moved out to a different home, it's kinda dusty and unkempt but you have the two best helpers in all Ooo to make the transition much more smoothly, atleast as smooth as things can go before Fern breaks one of your porcelain figures. Finn is the next to walk inside the new home, this time carrying two boxes to the living room despite the complaints from Fern. "Take it easy big guy, PB is gonna flip if she sees you straining that new arm." He's heard more than enough scolding from the princess to care more about it than Finn does.

"So what? Are you gonna tattle?" Finn smiles between crooked teeth.

"I don't have to when she sees you're struggling to put it back on."

"Alright that's enough guys, it's time for a break. We've been carrying boxes all day so let's celebrate my new house with a drink." You announce as you walk in the room with three drinks to share. The rest of the time you three just chat and catch up on day to day life but halfway through your drink you feel your phone vibrate, your face morphs in disgust as you recognize the phone number. "Ugh, it's him again." You said outloud as you put your phone on mute.

"Your ex?" Finn pipes up. "I thought you would've blocked the guy already."

Fern scoffs. "Maybe because they're hoping he'll apologize and they'll fall back in his arms." Fern snickers which only upsets Finn even more.

"What the hay man, there's no way I'm going back to a cheater." You defend, almost offended that he considers you'd do such a thing.

"Hard to believe. He's a shark dude after all."

"Yeah, what about it?" Finn asks with a sense of naivety.

"Well you know what they say about shark dudes, they come with two prizes." To emphasize his point he holds up two fingers as if doing a peace sign.

Fern cackles when Finn swallows his drink with a grimace, meanwhile you look away as you drink yours in silence. You now regret bringing them alcohol, the three of you are adults but there's something about adding alcohol to the mix that just make the two of them so much more brash and bold- more than they normally are.

"So what... that doesn't make him special." You grumble under your breath, just enough for Fern to pick up.

"What was that?"

"I said that doesn't make him special, snakes and other reptile humanoids have two dicks! It's not like I ever managed to enjoy them at the same time-" your eyes went wide at the sudden outburst, the brothers shared your surprised expression but while you were burning with embarrassment Fern had a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Huh, really?" You could feel your face grow hot as Finn eyes you curiously, Fern however leans forward with an indecent proposal.

"Would you like to?"

"Fern!" Finn butted in as he smacked him in the shoulder.

"What? They're single now aren't they?" You can hear them argue between each other under hushed tones, acting as if you're not sitting in the same room as them.

"I'd like to, but not with him." You said out of the blue, leaving the two adventurers silent as they share a look before directing their attention to you, casually sipping at your beverage as you gather the bravery to make a request from your two closest friends.

The thought itself was enough to warm you up more than the single bottle of alcohol did in a winter day, the moment Fern brought up the idea and you gave then the green light they had their hands on you within seconds. With Fern it was the most obvious, he kisses you and grabs onto your butt and thighs like a starved man as if he was wanting this for a long time. Finn however was cautious at first, caressing you with delicate touches as if he was handling the wings of a butterfly before letting himself rub your shoulders and hips like a rough clay pot.

"Hey Fern, you wanna take the front or the back?"

Fern hums a bit in thought, rubbing his thumb over the side of your hip as he eventually decides. "I'll go in the back, so I can pop your anal cheery." he whispers that last part before biting the sensitive side of your earlobe.

"Alright, you know how to prepare them?" Finn makes sure before getting comfy on the couch and guiding you on him.
"Yeah, yeah I know the basics."

Fern removes himself from you as he went searching for something in the kitchen, in the meantime you kept yourself busy with Finn, removing his shirt and being careful with his prosthetic arm in general. The gasp that escapes your lips at the sight of his exposed dick had him grinning to himself, when Fern came back with your coconut oil he found you stroking the now erect cock of his human counterpart which was now dripping with pre.

"What's wrong babe? Does my bro's size scare you a bit?" Fern says with a small laugh. "You know, the face isn't the only thing we share~" he admits with a small laugh.

"Fern, cut it out you're gonna scare them." It's now Finn's turn to laugh.

You take a break from playing with Finn when you feel a pair of fingers rubbing and poking at you from behind, you turn back to meet Fern's eyes and remember what brought you in this mess. This ever growing desire to be filled up by these two adventurers.

They eased you up by using their fingers, with Finn fingering your pussy with his human hand while Fern took the time and patience to get your puckering hole comfortable, in between they joked between each other about how "what good boy I am." Most likely referencing some inside joke they have but honestly you were too busy getting turned on by their hands to care. By the time they got an orgasm out of you, you were already taking three fingers from Fern, good enough but he believed you could do better.

"Glob, I can't hold on any longer. I wanna feel you." Finn exasperates as he drowns himself in your kisses.

"Go ahead, they're almost ready back here." Fern states.

"What do you say babe, you want me yet?" Finn asks tenderly.

"Yes. Oh glob yes, I want you Finn. Both of you." You turn back to give Fern his well deserved attention as well. But in between that kiss Finn slipped himself inside of you as you cry out briefly at the suprise of have something thick and warm inside of you.

Finn also crys out at the sensation, his grip strengthening around your hips.

"How does it feel Finn?" Fern taunts as he speeds up his own pace.

"Ohhh glob, oh glob! they feel perfect. I feel like I'm gonna come if I move an inch deeper." He moans.

Curiosity and lust seeped in the grass man, by the time you took four fingers without trouble he covered himself in oil and spit, aligning himself behind you as you start trembling. Fern kisses your shoulder as he pushes himself with a bit of resistance, murmuring sweet nothings into the shell of your ear. "Try to relax babe."
By the time you did, they did everything in their power to rock your world. The three of you were a mess of groans, whines and gasps. Swaying back and forth as they took turns thrusting into you, grabbing and rubbing anything that was in their reach, your ass, your thighs and your hair.

"Fuck- you're right Finn they're perfect, look at em taking my cock like they were made for it."

"Told ya, I could die a happy man buried in this puss." Finn sighs like he just drank water after being stranded in a desert, he dwells himself deeper in your cunt until he's basically bottoming you out and his ballsack makes contact with your lower labia.
You were at a loss for words at the pleasure the two of them were providing you, they always butt heads with eachother during adventuring but when they work as a team they can accomplish many things, like the absolutely mind shattering orgasm that crashed onto you without warning. Both of them groan at the sudden tightness, with Finn rubbing your clit so you could ride it as much as you can.
"That's it... just like that..." Fern speeds up his pace he chases his own high, soon followed by Finn who was growling at the closeness of his own climax.

"Glob dude, I can't hold it any-"

"I want it." You whine, still overstimulated at the two of them using you like a fleshlight. "Fill me up, pleeeease~"

It was the final straw that had both of them coming inside of you until it was gushing from the crevices of your hole when they popped their softening cocks outside of you, grimacing at the sensation and the viscous cum seeping down your thighs. You plop on Finn in an instant, feeling how exhausted the whole thing left you, you can deal with the bruises and the stickiness between your legs later, right now Finn's comforting hug and smell has you shutting your eyes as you say. "Give me five minutes."

"Take all the time you need babe, we'll handle everything right Fern?"

"Speak for yourself." Fern nods as he rubs the sleep away from his eyes. "But yeah, you can count on us babe."

Chapter 3: Huntress Wizard | Prey/Predator

You weren't supposed to be in this forest in the first place. That's why she wasn't too happy that you had fallen into one of her more elaborate traps, she designed it specifically for a creature she's had her eye on for several months and now that you've ruined her chances she'll make out of you her new game.

Or at least that's the story you two created for this roleplay.

It's not wise to stray out of the main path but it's also not a good idea to stay on it either, it's too obvious. You try and keep yourself low to the ground, moving not too slow but also not as fast since there's definitely more traps of her's, it's not like the lack of light makes it any better with nothing but the moon seeping from beyond the tree foliage. You take a sudden stop, seeing your breath escape into a white steam into the cold night as you catch the faintest reflection of light over a thin string, upon seeing the surrounding area you can now see that the leafs on the ground are sprawled in strange arrangement. You lower your hand to feel around behind you until you grab a stick, taking the innocuous thing to clear out the strange leaves and see the rope hidden around them. That was close.

You retrace your steps to perfection, going around the trap and continuing your trek in hopes of finding a way out of this forest.

There were more than a few close calls throughout the rest of your escape, one where you crawled out yourself from a hole and another where you almost activated one but managed to cut the wooden wind chimes before they could announce your location, but she's skilled nevertheless and patrolled the area like a silent stalker. It's still too dark to check if the shadow looming in your peripheral vision belonged to your pursuer or a forest animal, but now that you hear more intently there's no way those intricate footsteps belong to an animal. You could only hide behind a tree trunk and cover your mouth with your hand, pleading that the beating of your heart wouldn't rattle you out. Once the coast was clear and the steps went elsewhere you took whatever courage you had left and made a run for the tree line, now seeing the first breaks of dawn as it contrasts with the forest's constricting foliage.

I'm almost there, victory is mine. Is what ran through your head as you stumble into a rope hidden just below your eyesight, sending you tumbling down as the clank of wooden chimes ring out with every struggle you make. You desperately attempt to undue the knot, confident that if you're quick enough you can make it out before she arrives. But the complicated knot is tied in a pattern unfamiliar to you. Screw it. You crawl in direction to the tree line despite the rope still attached to your foot, feeling sticks and rocks scratch against your skin as your hand barely grasps the light skyline until it's ripped away from you, being dragged back into the forest by the rope on your ankle. You close your eyes shut as you curse over and over again, feeling you body being rolled on your back as the predator exposes the vulnerability of your stomach, ready to be eaten alive.

"Gotcha." A voice said as it poked your tummy with the blunt side of a knife.

You reopen your eyes to met directly with the slitted pupils of the huntress that caught you.

"I'd prefer you didn't drag me though, the forest ground isn't exactly soft." You complain but HW covered your mouth before you could continue critiquing her work.

"Shh, prey doesn't talk." She states. "Now, let me enjoy the spoils of my hunt."

You comply by raising your hands over your head in utter defeat.

The way Huntress Wizard eyes you is no different than a hungry bear would look at a tasty morsel, her green eyes trailing down your body as she runs the blade down your shirt and rips it apart. She lowers herself to poke and prod at the flesh of your tummy, with you resisting the urge to laugh because you're ticklish. She eventually nods in approval of you, making you question if she was literally gonna eat you by the fire, but the unbuttoning of your pants told you otherwise with great relief. "You're already aroused." She says in a monotone voice, either as a question or an observation, you didn't know.

"A skilled woman turns me on." Was all you can say.

Huntress Wizard stays true to her word and devours the most intimate part of your body, taking you in her mouth as her tongue twists, licks and pushes around you as if savoring you for the first time, leaving you squirming in place as she just continues to take from you. Just as when you thought you couldn't handle it anymore and just come at the spot, she stops, removing herself from you as a trail of saliva runs down her chin, she does not speak  but there's no need for it since you can read everything based on her expressive eyes. Huntress Wizard lowers her pants as she makes herself comfortable on top of your lap, grabbing one of your legs to raise and bend it slightly for the sake of easier access for her, she lowers herself on you rubbing and grinding herself on you as she does nothing but use you for her own pleasure. "Mine, mine, mine." She repeats over and over. This is her prize, the agreement you two settled on and there's nothing you can do about it as she has her way with you.

Just once. You think to yourself, if you can beat her just once then things would be the other way around and you could tower over her instead.

It's an impossible dream however, she's called "Huntress Wizard" for a reason.

For now you can only enjoy listening to her final growls and cries of ecstasy as she arrives to the brink of her high, her toned green body illuminated by the first few rays of sunlight glowing from the forest opening, she's beautiful like this, in her element as a hunter.

Chapter 4: Princess Bubblegum | Latex

It started innocent enough.

Normally Princess Bubblegum is more than used to working on her own but after the countless accidents involving cinnamon bun and her more elaborate projects requiring an extra hand, the princess decided it was time to hire an assistant. Bubblegum didn't want to overwhelm you with her tools and her scientific terms in the first few days so you were regulated to sterilize her equipment, organize her work documents and make sure cinnamon bun didn't waltz his way into the lab. It was kinda of boring, but you were happy to help her in any way you can.

You find it good that a princess prioritizes the protection of her own people, even though she occasionally acts morally dubious about her past actions with other kingdoms. Bonnibel has exceptional intelligence when it comes to scientific topics as well and you respect her for being a diligent woman. It's why, whenever you stare at her in a way that you don't think is respectful and admiring, you can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

It all started when you managed to avoid doing paperwork. In Bonnibel's system, there's a little sterilizing station with a coat rack for her lab coat, safety goggles, and a dispenser for hairnets and latex gloves before you enter her unique laboratory. Usually, you would place the documents on the table or put them through a slot that led to her lab, but on this occasion, you managed to catch her just as she was about to enter. You arrived with the document in hand just as she was washing her hands. She nodded at the folder she requested, but before touching anything, she put on her disposable gloves. You waited patiently as she inserted her bubblegum pink hand into the rubbery glove, and the band of the glove's edge made a light smack as she adjusted it around her wrist. You're not sure if it was the air conditioning or the motion itself, but it gave you a nice shiver. You dismissed it from your mind, thinking it was an isolated incident, and carried on with your day.

However, you couldn't stop revisiting that memory, circling it in your mind like Science the rat did on his exercise wheel.

The second occasion was when you were eventually granted access to her laboratory. Before she thought you were ready to assist Bubblegum with her more "hands on approach" to work, you spent a full month learning the security protocols and guidelines. It was fascinating to watch her handle glass tubes and manage tiny test samples with a steady hand and delicate tweezers. You're not here to gawk at her, though. It wasn't until one of those test containers behaved abnormally, and Bubblegum grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the ground before exploding.

"Ein Misthaufen!" She cursed in a language foreign to you, before looking back at you in a more calmer tone. "Are you hurt?" She asks.

"I'm good." It's all you can manage to squeak, both from astonishment at the explosion and from the actual contact her gloved hand made with the bare skin on your wrist. The sensation caused the hairs on your neck to stand up and sent shivers down your spine.

"I'll add this to the daily report and call it a day. We'll adapt more safety precautions tomorrow." Bubblegum states as she helps you stand up, already missing her touch when she pulled away.

From there on you couldn't tell if you were attracted to the Princess herself or the rubber material of her gloves.

So one day you told her.

"Princess Bubblegum, I don't think I'm fit to help you out anymore."

"Why's that?"

You look away with slight shame and embarrassment, but she places her hand on your shoulder with a smile that told you everything was alright and it was enough reassurance to open up about your troubles.

"I've been getting distracted by your gloves recently, it's highly unprofessional from my part and that's why I think I'm not suitable for the job." You confess, but rather than being met with disgust as you originally thought, Princess Bubblegum raises her hand to her chin. She has that 'I'm thinking about something' expression on her face.

"You see, I've been pleased with your assistance over the last few months, and I'm willing to work this out before firing you for such a minor detail; how about we try to work it out first?"

"Huh?"

She leads you to her office, which is adjacent to the lab, locking the door behind her to give the two of you a bit of privacy. "You can be honest with me; I won't get upset. So, what troubles you about the gloves? The material? Is it the color or the smell?" she asks. Bubblegum seeks to pinpoint the problem, like when she looks for flaws in her machinery.

"Well, it's not so much the gloves that bother me... Quite the opposite really, and that's why I think it's a problem." You scratch the back of you neck, now aware of how much she's eyeing you now unlike previous times where she's only focused on her work.

Princess Bubblegum removes herself from the desk she was previously leaning against, slowly approaching you and carefully lifting her gloved hand to you. Her index finger pokes your shoulder before raising it to your exposed neck, and her hand lightly grazes your chin before eventually booping your nose. She observed your reactions as if you were another one of her experiments. "Hmm...dilated pupils and a rapid response. If you don't mind, I'd like to do a test to see if it's the gloves that are distracting you or something else totally."

You struggle to swallow and could only nod in response.

Bubblegum now runs her hands over the exposed skin on your body, briefly grazing your cheek before running it down to your neck again, but this time she places her thumb on your jugular vein while her index and middle finger apply pressure to the other side of your neck; whether PB was subtly choking you or measuring your heartbeat, you're not sure. Regardless, it piqued your interest. Your thighs twitch involuntarily, resisting the urge to press them together for friction or release. PB detects this and lowers her free hand to the side of your outer thigh; it didn't do much for you until she crawled her fingers up to the side of your hip, where your pants are held up by a belt, and raised your shirt enough for her thumb to stroke the exposed flesh. Such a small action was enough to raise goosebumps on your arms; it was subtle but delicate. Like everything about her.

You were so out of it you almost miss when Princess Bubblegum said she'd leave for a moment to get something.

The break was enough to allow you to regulate your breathing and leave you to your own thoughts, which were all over the place. "She probably thinks I'm weird, from now on I need to keep my composure so I can hold on to what dignity i have left." Is the resolve you've settled on but the whole thing was tossed out of the window when Princess Bubblegum came back into the room only to remove her lab coat to reveal the pink skin tight suit underneath, absolutely hugging every part of her figure and creaking with every step she took, which happen to lead her right in front of you.

"W-where did you get that from?"

"Oh this? It's a body suit I kept from last year's science fair. Are you ready to continue our little experiment?"

Your quick nod brought a grin to Bonnibel's matte pink lips, and she resumed her touch on any area of your body that was exposed to her until it wasn't enough for both of you. You began to suspect the genuine purpose of this experiment as her gloved hand fell on the interior of your thigh and raised up to your stomach, placing her palm flat on your tummy till she lowers it and dips past the waistline of your pants. An audible whimper came from your throat, reaching Bonnibel's ears. "Does this feel particular for you?"

"Yeah... Feels goods."

Princess Bubblegum's suit squeaks a little as she adjusts herself to sit on your lap much to your surprise, she raises her other hand onto your neck once more but this time she added a bit more pressure to the sides of your throat but not necessarily choking you, it has your body covered in goosebumps and your moans raising in different tones the more she moved her other hand in your sensitive parts, with the rubber making more squeaky noses alongside the sweat and fluid, You kept your eyes closed the entire time, but when Bonnibel told you to look at her, you did, and she gave you an intense glare. Unlike the experiment, which was her idea, you initiated the kiss. PB tasted just as sweet as she smelled, tasting the natural flavor of tutti fruity from her as your tongue lapped at her rosey lips. This kiss, along with the overwhelming odor of bubblegum and rubber, pushed you over the brink, causing you to mewl into the kiss as you were overcome by her touch.

"Hnng.. Peebs, I'm so sorry..." You attempt to breathe normally but she shushes you with another kiss, this one more chaste than the previous one.

"Shh, you did great; you passed my small tests. I've come to a conclusion." Bonnibel reassures you.

"Wha-?"

"The rubber gloves weren't the main thing distracting you, but instead it was me. Wasn't it? I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm busy." The princess smiles knowingly even as you blush and try to look away.

"...Maybe."

Princess Bubblegum laughs a sweet little giggle, placing a peck on your cheek. "But I'm probably still getting ahead of myself, don't worry, we can do a little more tests if you like."

You didn't need to be told twice since she has you nodding once again.

Chapter 5: Marceline | Facesitting

There are flashing strobe lights, cigarette smoke and music beating into your eardrums as crowds of people fill your peripheral vision but even in the busy space of the night club you managed to see her through everything covering your sight.

Her long black hair is raised into a high ponytail, cascading down her bare back and striking out from within her bright red tube top and leather mini skirt, trailing down the fishnets surrounding her long legs and ending in a pair of punk boots with metal accessories dangling from them. She caught you staring at her and disappeared in an instant, you look around hoping to see her again but to your surprised she manifested right beside you and threw her arm around the back of the booth you're sitting on.

"Heeey~"

"Hi." You're voice is barely audible through the music and the chatter.

Marceline notices your gaze focused on her teeth, prompting her to smile even larger. "What's wrong, baby? Do they scare you?" Her innocent tone does not match her gaze, and you are taken aback, but she then leans closer to your ear and says something that makes your face flame. "You should see me in action and they won't look so scary, I promise they don't hurt." Despite the loud music, she manages to speak to you in a sensuous voice that sends tingles down your body and into your core.

"Promise~?"

Marceline grabs your hand and leads you backstage, both of you giggling and exchanging desperate kisses that felt like they were about to devour you, but she takes her time, pressing you against the rugged wall and lifting your leg as she trailed her kisses down between your thighs. You're not sure if it's the music, the thumping, or your own heartbeat, but there's a deafening ring in your ears as you watch Marceline pull your underwear aside and give a long lick upward your slit, with the tip settling on your clit, swirling it around to add pressure on that spot in particular.

The excitement of the whole event is heightened by the possibility that someone could stroll in or she could end up actually biting you; you could never be certain. Marceline licks your slit a few more times before dipping her tongue inside of you and swirling it around you as she pokes and prods your gummy walls. You had no idea what she was thinking, but you guessed she was having as much fun as you were. Her moans echo through your pussy, and she tightly grips your thighs, almost to the point of bruising. She growls a little as you attempt to break free of her grasp, but all it does is make her clutch tighter and cause her claws to pierce your skin. She then does the unimaginable and floats upward, carrying you with her. Marceline flies in such a way that she is on her back, forcing you to hold onto her head for support as you ride her face. The movement causes her to eat you out more erratically, slurping and licking your folds and hole, switching to rub your clit with her tongue again while her thumb penetrates you repeatedly. The stimulation has you unconsciously lurching forward as the build up has you dangerously leaning on the edge, both literally and metaphorically.

"Hah... Maaaarcy..." You're on the verge of tears, your body deliciously trembling as you try to hold back whether it's because you're scared of falling or because you don't want to create a mess on her face. In any case, she safely supports you with an otherworldly grasp as she speeds up her ministrations on your clit, abusing the heck out of your g-spot while fingering you.

"Come for me baby, I wanna hear you. See you... Taste you~"

That was enough for you to cum on her face, experiencing the most intense orgasm you've ever had with your body while sobbing and pulling at her beautiful long ponytail. Marceline is merciless, continuing to stimulate your sensitive clit to the point where you squirt a little all over her, leaving you absolutely satisfied and a little embarrassed, but Marceline was overjoyed as her fangs and lips glisten in the residue of your climax, licking them as if she had just had the best meal of the night.

"Oh baby, you're the sweetest little thing... I could eat you up." Marceline moans, hugging you upwards as she whispers in sinister tone that doesn't match her playful flirting from earlier. "...maybe I will."

You nervously laugh it off, but the tight grip she has on you feels like that of a boa snake as she transforms into an enormous bat creature with coarse black fur that scratches your face as she moves closer to your neck. You struggle to free yourself from her clawed hands as she breathes heavily into your jugular, and panic sets in. Instead of suffering a horrific death by her fangs like you come to expect, she pinches the side of your neck and you scream in surprise, while she bursts out laughing and returns to her regular form.

"I'm just messing with you baby! I wouldn't hurt someone so sweet like you. I made a promise didn't I?" Marceline lowers you onto your feet, supporting yourself against the wall as you join her with an exhausted chuckle. "Alright, you had me there for a moment not gonna lie."

"So, you wanna come back to my place~?"

"Promise you won't rip me to shreds?" You raise an eyebrow at her and this has her laughing again.

Marceline holds out her pinkie finger. "Promise~!"

Chapter 6: Flame Princess | Wax play

There's not a single citizen in the fire kingdom that doesn't know about the loyal knights that protect the Flame Queen, the underestimated yet honorable Cinnamon Bun and the ruthless knight that covers himself in soot and ash from the queen's enemies. One stays beside  Phoebe's side during the day, while the other keeps watch at night.

Phoebe is left exhausted after another long day of listening to petitions from her citizens and the council who are more than likely plotting against her, but she feels safe knowing not only does  she has the best personal guards to company her but also because they are her most trusting friends, it's with this serenity that she walks alongside Cinnamon Bun as they discuss non royal topics.

"My queen, I bring to you a package from the lands outside of the Fire kingdom." One of her staff members approach her with a cylinder fire proof package. Cinnamon Bun's fire wolf sniffs the package first and doesn't find anything threating, but even then he carefully opens it to reveal the harmless items, giving Phoebe an approving nod before handing it to her.

"Thank you, you are dismissed." Flame Princess bids the staff member away as she resumes her walk with Cinnamon bun.

By the time the sun looms on the horizon Cinnamon bun knew it was the end of his shift, he bid the queen farewell with a polite kiss to the back of her hand. "Good night your majesty, sleep well."

"You too Cinnamon bun."

Phoebe tucks the package under her arm as she continues to take the stairs up to her personal bedroom, she has long since repurposed her father's former room to her liking while her old bedroom is now a storage room, it brings back too many memories of when she was confined to her giant lamp so the last thing she wanted was to move back in there regardless if the lamp isn't there anymore. The light of her hair casts rough shadows alongside the final steps of the staircase and by the time she reaches the top the sun has completely gone down, it is between one of these harsh shadows where a figure appears seemingly manifesting out of nowhere, with his armor clad in dark ash that prevents the light's reflection to reveal his location. Without turning her head, Phoebe speaks into the room. "You should consider signing up for a hide and seek championship."

"I've considered it, but it wouldn't be fair on the other contestants." You respond with a sense of snark and confidence.

"Well, aren't you humble?" She laughs a bit, resuming her walk into her personal quarters with the knight looming behind her like a shadow. She looks more relaxed now, as if she can let go of the royal appearance she has to maintain in front of her citizens.

You dutifully follow her into her room as well, locking the door behind you as you pay your attention to the cylinder she brought into the room. "What's that?" You ask.

"Why don't you look for yourself?"

Upon her request you open the package to see a pair of rose colored candles that smelled like cinnamon and other flowers you couldn't identify at a first whiff, while others might shrug off such uninteresting items you on the other hand could feel a familiar warmth settle in the pit of your stomach, especially when Phoebe wrapped her arms around your midsection in a hug from behind. These candles are special to her, not only for the sentimental significance they already held for her but also because of the intimate secret she shared with you and only you.

"They smell nice." you comment, slowly turning around meet with Flame Princess's loving eyes.

"Wanna try them out? i could use a stress relief after the week i've been through."

You raise her hand to the lower portion where your mouth would be but is blocked by the helmet of your armor, placing the equivalent of a kiss on the back of her hand as you say. "It'll be an honor, my queen." a title she's heard many times, but the way you say it specifically has a tender touch to it.

You remove Phoebe's royal attire with a care that not even her personal maids can match, because, unlike them, who dress and undress her out of duty, you do so with affection and reverence. Not just her body, but everything that encompasses and defines her, including her curves, the occasional freckle on her skin, the flames of her hair, and even the digits on her feet. The fact that she chose you already makes you feel honored, so you dedicate yourself to returning that love and trust in any way you can. Her clothes aren't the only ones she's discarded; she's also helped you get out of your armor, which is a little more difficult because it's designed to withstand even the most powerful attacks from burning lava and giants, but she's patient with you, removing every strap holding your chest plate and leg guards until you're free of your cinder-colored protection. Normally, being this exposed and vulnerable feels strange, even when you're naked in your own home, but not with her. Phoebe takes advantage of your freed face to caress the side of your cheek before sharing a long-awaited kiss, humming contently into the embrace. Now it's your turn to wrap your arms around Phoebe's warm body and press her against yours, almost melting into her as your shared body heat can rival that of an active volcano.

You withdraw away from her as she settles into her bed; in the meantime, you take her newly acquired candles and light them on fire while kissing the tip of the string. The wax will take some time to melt, so you may speed up the process by blowing upon them and seeing the top become liquid. Once you're happy with the quantity, you walk over to Phoebe, who is sprawled out on the sheets like a maiden in one of those fancy paintings. As you pour a small amount of the wax onto her stomach, you can't help but marvel at the way her face contours in bliss and soft gasps escape her burning lips. "Hng... please, pour more onto me, my love," she begs, and you gladly oblige. You pour more wax onto Phoebe's body, watching it sizzle as it briefly extinguishes her skin's natural flame before it lights up and consumes the substance, hardening on her in burnt crisps. It's an interesting sight, but not as interesting as Flame Princess' reactions, her moans become louder and her body twists in both pain and pleasure, in delicious agony and fired up desire, until she's crying out for you.

"What do you need my beloved queen?" you question her in that same smug tone from earlier, oh you definitely know what she wants but it needs to come out from her mouth.

"I want you, my love... I want you soo bad." she sounds utterly breathless, and you provide her the oxygen to enlarge her flames. Like the dutiful knight you are, you give the queen what she desires. Her hands grab you by the shoulders and tug you down onto her, enveloping you in her flames and you kiss her passionately. The deeper the kiss, the deeper you bury yourself in her, feeling her nails bite into your overheating skin, but it only motivates you to thrust in her faster, kneed her breasts rougher, and generally allow her to bite into your neck and leave as many marks as she wants, all the while bringing her to the closest thing she can describe as heaven.

"Haaah, my love. Promise, promise me you'll stay by my side-" Phoebe looks like she's about to cum any second, yet her stare is as intense as the flames of her hair, she holds onto your face just as tightly as her legs are wrapped around your waist.

"You have my word-" you groan, feeling her tighten around you. "Until my last... dying b-breath..."

This is all the reassurance she needs, hugging you once more as she climaxes and cries the most unholy noises that a knight should not hear from his queen. But right now, as she falls apart due to your own doing, you're more than her knight and you seal this moment with a chaste kiss. Not the first, but also not the last.