Sex, of course.

I knew where this was going I was not sure if I liked it. “I want you to fuck me.” There it was.

My eyes quickly darted over her body. It was pretty much up perfect. C cup breasts, wide hips, round ass. The overly white skin was not all the much to my liking, however there was another thing that bothered me. Namely that she was literally part of my soul. I mean that thought is a bit weird, isn’t it?

She guessed my thoughts with a giggle. “If it bothers you so much just think of it as very, very sensual masturbation.” She whispered into my ear before pushing me to the ground. I don’t know when my clothes disappeared but they were gone then and there. “Until you get out of here I am in control of this realm.” Marceline explained and kneeled above my crotch.

Her dress became see-through and then vanished entirely. Her nipples, a pale shade of red, were already hard and her pussy lips of a similar colour hovered above my dick. She was sexy as hell and when she started rubbing her clit and moaning as she kneeled above me I couldn’t help but get hard.

“I see that your penis is of my opinion her, master.” She said and reached down with her other hand. Slowly her finger trailed along the underside of my hard rod, starting at the balls until she arrived at the sensitive tip. After having just fucked somebody submissive this position felt like the polar opposite. Again she guessed my thoughts. “Don’t worry, I will not use any toys on you, master.” She purred.

“You say master, but I don’t feel exactly in control here.” I said and then moaned when her fingers closed around my shaft and started jerking me off. “You don’t have to be if it feels good.” Marceline softly said.

Drops of pre-cum escaped the tip of my cock and lubricated her continued handjob. Her own pussy got wetter by the second as well as she masturbated both of us. “You look so ready to impale me.” Marceline said, “Just a bit more until I can feel your hard, throbbing cock in me. Oh master, we will share a great time.”

I was not sure if she just meant this time here or the future as well. I also didn’t have much time to think about the implications as she bend forward and kissed me. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her pussy rubbing along my shaft, her hand still jerking me simultaneously. It was at this point that I gave in and simply decided to enjoy this.

I opened my mouth and our tongues met in a dance of wet noises. To my surprise she tasted a bit like strawberries, her hair smelling like it to. It reminded me of the citrus aroma that Soifon carried with her.

Marceline pulled back and straightened her back again. “Time for the main show, master.” She said and aligned my cock with her entrance. Slowly she lowered herself unto me, biting her lower lip as she impaled herself. Her pussy enveloped my tightly. Once she was all the down she just remained still, eyes closed. “Mhm, yes. Real sex doesn’t even compare to just tasting your memories.” She moaned.

Apparently, she was feeding of my perversion the same way Merc was drinking every beverage I had ever tasted. She rolled her hips forwards and backwards in slow sensual moves, once her basking in the moment had stopped. Expertly she raised her hips at the same time. Then, in one fast fall, she impaled herself again. Afterwards she started to slowly rotate her hips again. She repeated the cycle a few times before stopping.

“Are you just gonna lie there or are you going to enjoy this with me, master?” Marceline asked in a teasing tone. There was only once answer to this. I rocked my hips upwards and She squealed in delight, “Yes, oh yes, Master.” She shouted and I continued to fuck her from below as she picked up her movements again.

Sensuality was exchanged for wild lust as she rode me like there was no tomorrow. Up and down she bounced, her breasts following each move of her hips, her hair swaying against her shoulders. She leaned back, supporting herself on her arms as her legs needed to already keep up the rapid movements.

Myself I was holding unto her hips to allow myself to thrust as deeply into her as I could. With loud noises or hips smacked against each other over and over again. Marceline let out short, sharp moans of lust while I was groaning every time her wet vagina slid along the sensitive points of my penis.

“I am…getting…closer…” She panted in between my thrusts. I was as well so I concentrated on making her come first. My whole body was tense as I **** my orgasm to be postponed. Only when I heard her let out a particularly long moan and saw her close her eyes, her expression one of pure bliss, I let myself go.

As I came deep inside her Marceline continued to ride me through her own orgasm, unwilling to let go. She wrung each spurt of semen from me, each bit my balls could give. My orgasm seemed to last longer than usual but with me fucking a hollow inside of me I was not going to question that. Especially as said hollow finally stopped moving.

“That was great.” Marceline sighed and got of me. She snapped and our clothes reappeared. “I am going to miss doing that…Well, I will go tease Merc now. Feel free to come again.” She winked and wandered off.

‘My condolences for the roommate, partner.’ I thought and quickly left the throne room, the palace and my soul.