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Bonnibel the Monster Hunter
"I don't think you should go in there, Princess." Cinnamon Bun said nervously, grabbing hold of Bonnibel's wrist as she made to enter the rickety old house. The pink woman paused briefly, turning back to him and offering him a confident smile.
"I'll be fine, Cinnamon Bun." She said simply, pulling her wrist free of his grasp as she touched the handle of the door. His hand hung in the air for a few moments before dropping back to his side, a nervous groan welling up in his chest.
"But what if-" He began, and she turned sharply, pressing one finger against her lips to hush him. Groaning again, he turned away from her, wincing when he heard the door open and shut behind her.
Once inside, she let the darkness of the old building swallow her whole as she took a few steps further in, pausing and taking a deep, calming breath. She gave herself over to blackness, relying mainly on her keen sense of hearing to guide her. She even went as far as to close her eyes, just listening when she heard something stirring off to her right. Remaining perfectly still, she waited, a soft hiss reaching her ears as a cold hand stroked her throat near her throbbing jugular briefly, trying to unnerve her. She refused to budge an inch, just waiting, her sword not even drawn as her posture relaxed further. She cocked her head slightly to the right when she heard the vampire chuckle.
"Getting awful daring, aren't you? Takes some guts to just waltz on in here like that." Marceline said, an appreciative note in her voice as she drifted through the air, moving in a circle around the princess. She watched her for a few moments, the princess just standing there, remaining quiet. She hadn't expected to see the princess but was nonetheless pleased, not to mention impressed by the woman's rather calm demeanor. But then again swinging her sword in the dark had never really gotten her anywhere before. "So tell me, how are things back at the castle? Still having those nightmares?" She taunted, and the princess could almost swear she felt a tentacle sliding over the back of her right hand.
"No, you seemed to have cured them during our encounter in the forest." Bubblegum replied, tilting her head upwards.
"And yet you still toss and turn in your sleep. Dreaming of something a little more risqué, perhaps?" She laughed, the sound meant to tease her, the vampire hoping to coax a more heated response from the too calm huntress.
"Possibly. You seemed to have awakened something within me that night, something I'm not accustomed to feeling…" The princess replied, her voice growing softer as she trailed off. The vampire froze at that, her red eyes widening with surprise before her face split into a wide, fangy grin.
"My, my, Princess, are you actually admitting you enjoyed it?" She purred, drifting lower, leaving just a few feet between them. Bonnibel could practically feel her she was so close, like a force pressing against her, causing her skin to prickle with goosebumps. Her heart beat a little faster as she took a step forward, then another, until she was sure she was within touching distance.
"As much as I hate to admit it, yes. It's as if my body craves you now… I long to touch you as you touched me, to feel your skin against mine, to… to taste you." She breathed, allowing a bit of shyness to slip into her voice as she opened her eyes. She still couldn't see a thing, and yet the vampire could see those beautiful eyes, black as night as they unknowingly stared right at her. Licking her lips, she leaned in close, her breath washing over the huntress's face as their lips brushed in the darkness. And that was when Bubblegum struck, grabbing hold of the vampire's throat and turning her own head sharply to the side.
"
Now!" She yelled, and the door was thrown open, sunlight streaming into the room like flood waters. Completely stunned, Bubblegum managed to yank the vampire forward and then shove her out into the street outside, sending her sprawling on the ground where a net was promptly tossed over her. She howled in agony as the sun burned her, smoke rising into the air as Cinnamon Bun floundered about, grabbing the ends of the net and dragging her slightly. She continued to smolder for several seconds as she wrestled with it, weakened and in pain as she clawed at the ropes, trying to break free and get back to the safety of the abandoned house.
"You can't get out; those ropes have silver woven into them. I bet you thought your little rouse with my sword had fooled me, didn't you? It was rather clever of you, I must say." Red eyes spotted the princess standing a few feet away just before losing consciousness, the sun continuing to burn her alive, her skin peeling and blistering with each second that passed. Satisfied, the princess threw a thick woolen blanket over the vampire's limp form, blocking out the sun and allowing her body to regenerate.
"Is she dead?" Cinnamon Bun asked with wide eyes, staring down at the motionless lump under the blanket.
"No, she would be a pile of ash if she were." The princess said, approaching the vampire carefully and nudging her with the toe of her shoe. Satisfied with the lack of movement, she then proceeded to singlehandedly heft the woman's covered body onto the horse, much to Cinnamon Bun's dismay.
"Uh… What're you doing, Princess?" He asked nervously, fidgeting as she mounted the horse a second later. She turned her head to him, her expression nonchalant.
"I'm taking her back to the castle for research." She stated, as if it were a simple lab rat they were talking about. "Are you ready to leave? I would like to be back home in time for lunch."
Frowning deeply, the mushy man turned and proceeded to mount his own horse, not liking the situation one bit. He kept his eyes on the blanketed lump the entire ride back to the Candy Kingdom, afraid that the vampire would suddenly regain consciousness and start wriggling around. When they rode past the outer gates, several curious onlookers noticed the odd bundle as well, stand on tip toe and turning to stare as they passed. The princess simply ignored them, continuing right on to the castle without missing a single beat. Once out of view of the common folk, she hopped down from her mount and waved some of the guards over to her.
"Yes, milady?" One asked respectfully.
"Carry this for me down to the dungeons for me, please." She said, gesturing to the conspicuously body shaped lump on the horse's back. Two of the guards stepped forward obligingly, one grabbing the top and the other the bottom as they followed her into the castle with the vampire in tow. She led them down a few sets of stairs, not offering any information as to what they were carrying as they followed her into a small, secluded stone room. It was an offshoot of the torturing chambers, rousing the guards' curiosity even further when suddenly the thing inside the blankets moved, letting out a soft moan of pain when one of the guards unknowingly elbowed her in the face.
"Uh, Princess-" One guard began, a little startled.
"Set it on the table, please." She interrupted, gesturing to a rather large wooden bench with shackles dangling from its corners. Sharing a confused glance, the two guards did as they were told. One was about to ask her what was inside the blanket when she began shooing them out, herding them towards the door in a rather rushed manner. "That will be all, thank you boys." She smiled, and closed the door quickly behind them.
Turning back to the table again, she pulled the blanket away and tossed it aside, letting it hit the floor carelessly as she looked down at the sleeping vampire. Her wounds were mostly healed, her flesh back to the normal smooth gray it was supposed to be, hardly marred by a single hair. The princess proceeded to untangle her from the net, positioning her limp body on the table so that she lay flat on her back. She took special care when shackling her wrists and ankles with the silver laced cuffs, the metal growing warm almost as soon as it came in contact with Marceline's unholy skin.
Last of all, the princess retrieved the one thing that would render the vampire totally helpless; the collar. But it wasn't just any collar at that. It was made of iron and silver, just like the shackles, but on the inside were two silver spikes, supposed to fit loosely around the wearer's neck. It was a helpful tool when keeping shape shifter's like Marceline under control. Although it probably wouldn't kill her, it proposed a rather daunting dilemma for the wearer, which would make it all too easy for the princess to force a stake right through the vampire's heart while she was struggling with the new punctures in her neck. So, very carefully, Bubblegum slipped her hand under the vampire's head, lifting it up so as to slide the collar under her and then fasten it around her throat. She made it just tight enough that the tips of the spikes touched her skin, but not loose enough for her to rest her head on the table without accidently hurting herself. With that done, Bubblegum left the vampire alone, shackled in the dungeons like a wild animal.
When Marceline finally woke up a few hours later, the first thing she noticed was the incessant stinging around her wrists and ankles. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the dungeon room almost instantly, her ruby irises darting around frantically as she tried to figure out what was going on. One part of her couldn't believe she was actually alive, the other part filling to the brim with fear as she began to struggle, feeling the spikes of the collar press hard against her throat, the shackles rubbing her skin harshly. She gave them a violent yank, hissing in pain as the metal scraped her skin, the stinging intensifying. Letting out a furious cry, she began wriggling, yanking, pulling and twisting around, making as much noise as she could muster when she heard a clicking sound coming from the door.
Turning her head toward it, she watched as Princess Bubblegum walked in, dressed in a starched white lab coat with a pair of thick specs sitting on the bridge of her nose. The vampire growled upon seeing her, narrowing her eyes as she bared her fangs. The princess approached her with ease, smiling down at her as if they had just sat down to tea, reaching out and trailing one finger lightly along her angular jaw line. The vampire growled louder response, eyes blazing as she glared hatefully at the princess, giving her chains another yank and grimacing in pain again as the cuffs rubbed her, the stinging getting worse.
"You tricked me!" She spat angrily, bristling when the princess laughed.
"I did." She agreed, circling around the table and trailing along its edges.
"Ugh, just kill me and get it over with." She sneered, making Bubblegum laugh again.
"Kill you? No, no, no. I don't want to
kill you, Vampire, I want to watch you
squirm." She breathed, eyelids sinking low over her onyx irises. Marceline's eyes widened upon hearing her own words bounced back at her, then smiled. The stopped pacing around her then, pausing at her side and leaning onto to the table so that their faces were just a few inches apart.
"Oh? Well you've succeeded, Princess. You've gotten back at me, now let's get this over with." She hissed. When Bubblegum laughed the vampire could feel her warm breath caressing the tip of her pointed ear, the sound echoing around in her skull as she fought to suppress a shiver.
"Not yet, I haven't." She murmured. "You toyed with me, and now I'm going to have a little fun with you my dear little Vampire Queen. But first, I have a few questions for you, and I expect you to answer me truthfully, or else face my rather…
persuasive means of extracting it from you." Bonnibel reached out, taking one finger and stroking a path down the vampire's throat, down to her collarbones, the nail of it grazing softly over her flesh. Marceline swallowed without realizing it, the muscles in her throat flexing and giving her away. She was not a coward; she had no fear of death, and yet this woman was putting the fear in her like no other, just as her body was responding for the princess, aching for her touch. She didn't know what to expect, and for some reason that frightened her, because after a thousand plus years of existence the unknown could become quite a daunting thing.
"Fire away." She said bitingly, knowing her sassy attitude did little to mask her fear. The huntress knew she had an advantage, and she was going to utilize it. Marceline was surprised when the teasing finger fell away from her, the princess straightening so as to stare down at her.
"Why did you put so much effort into singling me out?" The princess asked, Marceline watching her lips as the woman spoke and licking her own dry ones.
"I would have thought that was obvious. I guess you're not as smart as you look." She sneered, her fingers clenching and unclenching anxiously. She was unaccustomed to feeling so weak, the strength sapped right out of her body. She felt so… mortal. So why was it exciting her so much?
"That's not an answer." Bonnibel said evenly, shaking her head. "Well, I had a feeling you wouldn't be willing to answer me directly." She turned and walked away from the vampire, disappearing from her line of vision as she moved behind the table she was restrained against. Her sensitive ears were stiff as she listened for a clue as to what the woman was doing, expecting to hear the clink of metal or the dull
thunk of wood signifying some instrument of torture. She was puzzled when the princess returned to her again, producing a long strip of black cloth, making her twist as she reached toward her face with it.
"What do you think you doing?" She snarled, jerking her head to the side and unintentionally pressing one of the spikes harder into her flesh. "If you try to cover over my eyes I'll bite your fingers right off!"
"You better not." The princess responded. "Because if you do I'll leave you down here to starve to death, wasting away in these chains. Trust me, you wouldn't want to know what these can do to a vampire when left in direct contact with the skin for more than a few days, Marceline. So if I were you, I'd start playing along right about now." She said seriously, plucking at one of the chains lightly with her fingers. Marceline felt her stomach twist at the thought of being left down there in the dungeon with those wretched chains binding her, her thirst growing and growing until she was driven to madness. When the princess reached out to cover her eyes again, she remained still, growling softly in the back of her throat as her vision was blacked out.
"Now I'm going to ask you again; why did you single me out? Was it because I killed your mate, or did you have some ulterior motive?" She asked once more, her voice sounding to the left of the vampire. The vampire didn't like that she couldn't see her, or more importantly, what she was going to do.
"Do you honestly think I cared about that cheating scumbag? You did me a favor! Hell, I'm glad you killed him. You saved me the trouble." Marceline snorted, twisting her body slightly and hissing as the pain in her right wrist worsened, making her wonder if the metal had finally split the skin. For a few moments there was silence, the princess's heartbeat the only thing cluing her into the woman's presence.
"What happened to the village where my apprentice and I stayed? Did you kill them all?" She asked, her voice harsher than before.
"Years ago." The vampire replied. "Well over a hundred by now."
"Then why did the old man come to find me? He said he hailed from the town, that you had been killing them off…" She began, but trailed off slowly. Marceline allowed herself a laugh.
"The old man was my familiar. I sent him out to find you and bring you to me, so I could see what you were made of. If you failed to prove yourself, I would kill you where you stood, and if you lived up to your legacy, I would make you mine. You didn't disappoint, so I followed you home, hidden in the shadows. All those chases, the destruction I caused, just to make sure you stayed interested. Seems to me like it all worked pretty well…" The vampire frowned when she heard a laugh, the hair on the back of her neck prickling like the hackles on a dog.
"You mean to tell me that all that havoc you brought about was a ploy for my attention?" She scoffed, laughing again. "So the great and powerful Vampire Queen fancies me… And here I thought your little stunt in the forest was an act meant simply to demean me."
Marceline couldn't bring herself to say anything , a blush creeping into the undead woman's face as she lay there, utterly humiliated. Anger and frustration were coiled tight deep inside her gut, but her body was betraying as she felt the wetness between her legs increasing. She almost jumped when she felt a warm palm touch her stomach unexpectedly, air hissing from between her teeth as the soft hand slid lower, hot fingertips touching the top of the black curls atop her soft mound.
"Don't look so flustered. I'm flattered, really. I've been thinking about what you said back in the forest… and I think you might be right. I truly must have a work fetish, because feeling your forbidden touch on my skin, your sinuous prowess… I couldn't remember the last time I felt so
aroused." What had begun as a taunting statement had suddenly diverged onto a much different path, the fingers of Bubblegum's hand reaching down and stroking soft, wet outer lips. She almost laughed again when the vampire's breathe stuttered in shock, the tiniest whimper escaping from her lips as her hips tried to shift upward.
"Oh my…" The princess breathed, her voice teasing. "You seem to be quite aroused yourself, Marceline. Who would have thought the big, bad Vampire Queen would like being chained up in a princess's dungeon? You must enjoy being demeaned on some level. I've often heard of royalty like you and I enjoying such things, having everything we could ever want at our beck and call, being out of control on occasion gives a thrill almost akin to adrenaline." Bubblegum went on, one finger teasing lightly over silken folds and smiling as the vampire's hips curled upwards slightly. The tip of her middle finger slid lower, teasing around her entrance as she slipped the first knuckle of the digit inside of her. She watched the vampire bite her bottom lip in response, fighting to remain silent as the.
"I will admit I've been thinking about our encounter almost constantly since we parted ways. At first I was angry, more determined than ever to kill you, so I could prove to myself you were no different than the others. But the more I thought about it, I came to terms with the fact you have two very distinct talents I could utilize. So I propose unto you, Marceline Abadeer, that you become a servant of sorts." She said, only to be startled by the sudden roar of laughter that exploded from the vampire's chest, despite the ministrations of her hand.
"Are you actually
asking me to be your
pet?" The vampire almost shrieked, her giggles echoing off the walls of the stone dungeon. "You would… I can't…" She continued laughing, making Bubblegum sigh and frown. "Well I didn't think you would warm up to the idea immediately, so I'll just have to remind you who's in charge, won't I?"
"And what is that supposed to—
Ah!" She cried out when the finger that had been pressed against her entrance pushed inside of her without warning. Bubblegum smirked with satisfaction as she watched the vampire's mouth fall open, an exquisite moan drawn past those smooth lips as she began pumping the finger inside of her slowly, back and forth.
"You see Marceline, I could really use you as an ally of sorts, given I can keep you under control. I know that the color red can provide you with the same sustenance as that of a living person's blood, which means I can keep you fed without risking a single life. You possess abilities far beyond that of any mortal, and seeing as you seemed to have enjoyed our previous encounter, I can visualize our relationship to be quite symbiotic. But if you don't believe me, I'm more than willing to demonstrate further." As if to emphasize her point, Bubblegum pushed a second finger inside of the vampire, making her back arch off the table. The vampire couldn't bring herself to speak as the two fingers moved within her, their pace agonizingly slow.
"All you would have to do is give yourself to me completely, to acknowledge that
I am your master and promise that you will serve under me obediently, doing whatever I say. As a reward when you have done well, I will allow you to touch me, and I will touch you return. But I warn you, such interactions will always be on
my terms." She twisted her fingers inside the vampire, continuing to push them in and out of her, refusing to increase in speed, driving the vampire crazy.
"Faster." She groaned out, hips pushing harder into the princess's hand.
"Manners." Bubblegum murmured, her hand going still and making Marceline growl.
"Please! Faster please!" She snapped in frustration, and for a moment she thought she had made the princess mad, because she made as to pull her hand away. But to her relief, her hand surged forward once more, moving faster but not fast enough.
"Like this?" She asked mockingly, knowing damn well it wasn't enough. The expression on Marceline's face was perfect, her jaw clenched and eyebrows fixed together in a look of frustrated pleasure.
"Faster, please." She repeated, lifting her hips higher and moaning out when she was rewarded, ignoring the pain in his ankles. "Aaaahhhn… More, I need- Ughhh!" A third finger was added, moving at deliciously quick pace, plunging in harder than before. Her body was soon writhing about on the table, chains almost forgotten despite the stinging rawness as pleasure filled her lower body. She felt as though the princess was purposely avoiding the swollen spot inside her, as well as her throbbing clit, begging for her attention.
"If you agree to my terms, this could be a daily occurrence, Marceline." Bubblegum whispered in her ear, then stopped moving her hand and making the vampire snarl with frustration. She might've protested via words if she'd been given the time, but something soft, warm and oh so wet covered the aching bud at the top of her wet cleft, unmistakably the princess's mouth.
"Nnnng!" Her hips lifted off the table as Bubblegum's tongue stroked her bud up and down, then swirled around it, giving it a little flick before repeating the process. The three fingers inside her began thrusting in and out once more, slow and deep as they pushed in up to the knuckle, curling upward with each thrust and stroking the swollen nodule inside. Bubblegum found she rather enjoyed the taste of the vampire, light and sweet, as well as just a bit salty, as well as the feeling of the vampire's inner walls gripping at her fingers. The woman's bud was so soft and swollen as she stroked it with her tongue, her thighs quivering on either side of her face. Marceline was thoroughly enjoying herself, moaning her pleasure rather loudly, letting out breathless little whimpers here and there when Bubblegum teased the sensitive head of her clit. She was getting so close to cumming, she could feel it building up inside her, the pressure delicious as it mounted higher still. Then the princess stopped for a second time, smiling when the vampire let out a loud, keening whine of protest. Unfortunately, sounds wouldn't convince Bubblegum to let her cum.
"What is it?" She asked innocently, watching the vampire's face all the while.
"Please, don't stop. Please." She gasped, her hips twitching upward, bit the woman's fingers remained still.
"What do you want?" Bubblegum inquired, her voice barely above a whisper, but knowing the vampire could still hear her.
"I want to cum, please let me cum." She gasped, her eyes blinking rapidly when the blindfold was removed. She looked down at the princess, who was half leaning on the table with the sexiest expression the vampire had ever seen, so calm and collected even as the vampire's wetness coated her lips, cheeks and chin. Looking into those hard, dark eyes then, she knew exactly what the princess wanted to hear. And in that moment, she didn't care, sealing her fate without a second of hesitation. "Please master, let me cum."
"Yes, my pet." Bonnibel said, smiling triumphantly as she lowered her mouth to the vampire again, dragging the flat of her tongue over her swollen nub as her fingers curled.
"Aaaaah, yes! Yes, yes,
yes!" She shrieked, her hips bucking as the princess's tongue began flicking her clit quickly, fingers sliding in hard and deep, hitting the spot inside her perfectly each time. The muscles in her thighs and stomach clenched as she let out a scream with her release, bucking wildly against the princess's face. Her eyes fluttered as she slowly drifted back down from the high, gasping for breath she didn't as her thighs trembled some more. Bubblegum left her with a parting lick that made her jump slightly from the oversensitivity, maintaining eye contact with Marceline as she took a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her mouth.
She walked back to the side of the table and kneeling down next to the panting vampire. Her clean hand reached out to her, stroking her damp cheek gently before smoothing back her inky bangs and stroking her hair before leaning into to kiss her mouth. The vampire lifted her head willingly, meeting her lips halfway and moaning softly at how soft they were. Her long, forked tongue stroked sweet lips, venturing into the princess's mouth and tasting herself there, when all to soon Bubblegum pulled away. "So we have a deal?" She asked, their faces barely an inch apart.
"Yes." Marceline replied, smiling at her so that her fags glinted in the dim light. Smiling with satisfaction, the princess reached out and began stroking her new pet's head once more.
"Now I have a question." The vampire murmured, stretching out on the uncomfortable flat surface of the table. "How did you find me?"
"I tracked you of course. It wasn't easy at first, but to put it simply, I found a pattern in the places you attacked and where you disappeared. There wasn't much left to do other than follow the trail after that." She said simply, when suddenly the vampire laughed. "What?" She asked, pulling back and looking a little annoyed.
"Your little ward isn't going to like me being around." Marceline noted with obvious pleasure, grinning wide enough to display all over her sharp teeth.
"Not one bit." The princess agreed, smiling back.
A/N: I know it was a little vague in parts, but this story was mainly intended for the sex. Thanks for reading!
