NOVEL NEXT Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Two Victories
Chapter 6: Two Victories
Finn focused and noticed the trail seemed to start from the gate, slithering toward the wall and then the pool. The precise and lengthy path carved into the rocky ground caught his attention.
"What is this?" he wondered, scanning for any other signs of presence.
As he observed the gate and pondered the strange sight, he sensed sudden movement. He leaped backward, avoiding a stream of molten Magma that scorched the ground where it struck.
Finn landed on something large and white. Looking behind him, he saw a massive, elongated body, partially submerged in the pool, its surface marked with red stripes. The thing undulated, causing Finn to fall, and he found himself face to face with a gigantic snake, its hissing tongue flicking out menacingly.
Finn stared at it in astonishment, as he had never encountered such a creature in all his adventures. The beast lunged first, attacking swiftly. Finn dodged and climbed quickly out of the pit.
Running, Finn tried to escape, but the snake immediately pursued him, spitting Magma. The searing substance hit him, knocking him down. "Wow, this heat defense is insane—it feels like my body's drenched in water," Finn muttered, shaking off the molten rock.
The snake attacked again, and Finn dodged. But then he remembered—he was immune to damage, as any strike would turn into Magma. Standing firm, he faced the snake with a smile, hands on his hips.
The snake struck him with its tail, sending him flying into a solid rock. The impact caused immense pain throughout his bones.
"Sika, what is this nonsense?!" Finn shouted angrily, realizing a good card in this world was slipping out of his grasp.
[The snake coats itself in a magical mana layer, allowing it to hit you. Though it has limited mana on its skin, it's enough to touch you.]
"Limited? Are there those with more?"
[Yes, but they're usually skilled sorcerers, not beasts.]
"Alright, that's another matter. How do I beat it?" Finn stood, observing the monster as it prepared to strike.
[That's your goal. However, if you win, you'll be rewarded.]
"Whatever." Without a solid plan, Finn resorted to the best plan for any situation—he ran.
[Wait! If you flee or lose, you'll be punished.]
"Whatever the punishment is, it can't be worse than death," he barked back.
[Your logic is astounding.]
Finn ran, dodging the snake's attacks and occasionally retaliating with Magma, which didn't seem to affect it. The snake tried spitting Magma again, but only a few drops emerged. It then turned, eating rocks and launching them at Finn as molten projectiles.
Exhausted, Finn realized he couldn't keep this up. He decided to stop using his Magma transformation as it slowed him significantly. Though experienced in street fights in his past life, Finn was not fond of conflict and preferred to fight with intelligence and patience.
He knew this approach would tire him out before the snake, so he devised a clever plan. Smiling, he stood before the snake and leaped onto its head. The snake attempted to throw him off, tossing him high into the air.
"You're resistant to Magma? Then try this!" Finn yelled as he fell, targeting the snake's head and rummaging through his green backpack.
Meanwhile, Marceline reached her destination: the treehouse. Entering through a hidden window amidst green moss, she called out to the boys. When no one answered, she ascended to Finn's room. After some searching, her attention was drawn to a pile of the boy's dirty clothes. She picked up a shirt, sniffed it, and smiled happily, placing it neatly on the bed before sitting beside it.
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Finn, pulling his golden sword from the dead snake's head, muttered, "Good thing I brought this. Now I need to find another sword." He looked at his battered yellow weapon, covered in blood.
[Congratulations.]
[You have defeated a Level 1 Snake.]
"Level 1?"
[Reward 1: 50∆]
[Reward 2: Grass Sword]
Something green coiled around Finn's wrist. He admired the new item, raising his arm as it transformed into an elegant green sword.
Amazed, Finn glanced back at the snake, descended, and sliced off its massive head with his new weapon. "Incredible," he said, grinning at the sword.
[The Grass Sword is the strongest blade Finn Mertens has wielded.]
"Oh, I'm aware," he replied, swinging the sword enthusiastically.
[Body energy critically low. Please rest.]
"Yeah, you're right," he agreed, sheathing the sword and heading home. After a long walk, he saw the treehouse atop a grassy hill.
He sighed sadly, still far away. Thinking of a faster way, he rolled downhill, stopping near the door. Dusting himself off, he entered with a smile.
"Brilliant, Omar," he boasted, ascending the stairs for a much-needed rest.
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Reaching his room, Finn was startled to find Marceline sprawled on his bed, his dirty shirt covering her face. "Uh… Marceline?" Hearing her name, she quickly removed the shirt and sat up, trying to hide it.
"Oh, Finn. Hi, I was just…" She blushed, embarrassed at being caught sniffing his clothes.
"Any service? Because 'exhausted' doesn't even begin to describe my state," he said, collapsing onto the bed behind her.
She sighed, hesitating before saying, "Listen, Finn, about last night… You know, with you—it was incredible. Unlike anything I've felt with Princess Bubblegum. When I tried the same with her this morning, I felt nothing. I can't take it, Finn. Being with you was amazing—that strange feeling, your touch… I just… I want more." She poured her heart out but turned to find Finn fast asleep, snoring softly.
"Ugh, what the hell?!" she groaned. Finn's exhaustion had rendered him oblivious, much to Marceline's frustration. Yet, she had no choice but to wait for him to wake up; disturbing him didn't seem wise.
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Hours later, Finn woke up, finding no one beside him. Calling out for Jake yielded no response. He went downstairs, finding a folded note at the treasure room door.
Remembering it from earlier but too tired to notice, he opened it:
"Hey, bro, you're probably not home, so I wrote this. A monster attacked Lady Rainicorn's house. I beat it, but the roof collapsed. I'll spend the day fixing it and likely stay overnight. Cheers, Jake."
Crumpling and tossing the note, Finn suddenly recalled Marceline saying something before he fell asleep. He turned to check if she was still in the house, only to be grabbed by his shirt.
"What's wrong with you?! Sleeping through my speech—it was embarrassing enough to say. And you, you… made it worse!" she growled, her anger fading as she saw his relaxed, amused expression.
"Huh? Say what?" He grabbed her hands clutching his collar and pulled them away.
"Ugh… You'll drive me crazy!" she said, shoving him against the wall and kissing him deeply. Finn quickly reciprocated, their mouths pressing together passionately. Marceline eventually broke away, leaving a glistening thread between their lips.
"Looks like I'm in control now," she teased, feeling his chest she'd pushed during the kiss.
Finn chuckled. "Control?" He leaned close to her ear. "Dream on, sweetheart."
Grabbing her hair, he spun their positions, pinning her to the wall with his body. She winced from the grip on her hair, but Finn tightened it further.
"Now, no one can save you. It's just the two of us. I'll do whatever I want to you, ruin you however I please," he whispered with a devilish grin. Marceline smirked faintly, her eyes half-closed from the pain.
The kisses resumed, Finn's other hand stripping away her clothes until she was left in just her black underwear. She stepped back, showing off her nearly naked body to Finn with a sly smile.
Finn grinned, grabbing her hand to make her spin around. Though hesitant, she complied, turning to give him her back. He leaned in, licking the tip of her ear before smacking her ass hard and squeezing it, relishing the softness of her flesh.
"F-Finn, you're hurting me," she complained, but he only pressed harder into her firm curves. His hand moved to her waist, slowly climbing to her chest. Sliding beneath her bra, he groped her breasts, fingers teasing her sensitive nipple.
Her moans mixed pain with pleasure as Finn pulled her bra up, exposing her large, inviting breasts. His touch was rough, And the girl winced in pain with every touch, but she loved that pain, feeling it gradually transform into a wonderful wave of pleasure. sending waves of ecstasy through her. Lowering her panties, he revealed her fully bare legs, her pale skin glowing.
With another slap to her ass, he left red marks on her creamy complexion. Sitting down, he pulled her onto his lap, her exposed entrance brushing against something hard beneath his pants.
He slid his hand into her bare pussy and began moving it rhythmically. She felt as if the world was spinning around her, her cries escaping uncontrollably as her body writhed in his grasp. As if savoring her torment, he intensified the motion of his hand while kneading her breast, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His mouth trailed along her sensitive neck, biting and licking in a way that sent shivers through her.
Her back arched, and with a loud scream, she climaxed in his hands. Her juices splattered everywhere, filling the air with the pungent scent of sex. Finn pushed her off, letting her collapse onto the floor, her naked form sprawled before him.
She was undoubtedly incredibly sensitive to climax so quickly—a predictable outcome given that her only prior sexual experiences had been with another girl. That kind of relationship could never bring her even a fraction of the true sexual pleasure she was now discovering.
"I want… more," she murmured, her words unintentionally affirming his thoughts. He stepped closer, kneeling before her face. Gripping her hair, he pulled her head up and pressed her face between his legs. "If you're obedient, you might get it," he teased with a wicked grin, making a perverse promise before preparing to stand.
Against her face, she felt something firm and large, pulsing with heat. She inhaled deeply, savoring the musky scent, and began licking it over his clothes. Attempting to take it with her teeth, she was stopped as Finn pulled away. Without another word, he stood and ascended the stairs, leaving her behind.