Adventure Time Rebellion: Fight for the Throne

Chapter 38: Huntress Wizard (2)

Before Finn could ask anything more—about the so-called "Master," about who he was supposed to be—she turned her back and began to walk away.

But she didn't make it far.

Just a few steps into the shallows, her body halted. She froze mid-stride, as if something inside her cracked. Then, slowly, she turned to look at him again.

Her gaze pierced through the mist, through the waterfall's roar, through the confused boy standing naked in front of her. A soft shadow crossed her face. Longing. Hesitation. Something unresolved.

Then she moved.

Swift as lightning, she crossed the space between them and grabbed him by the neck—not rough, not aggressive—just urgent. Her lips crashed against his.

A deep, wet kiss sealed their mouths together.

Finn's eyes widened, his body stiff from surprise. But he didn't pull back. He couldn't. He didn't know how Finn Mertens used to act around her—and backing away might trigger a reaction he couldn't afford.

So he leaned in.

His arms wrapped around her, one hand sliding to the small of her back, pulling her into his bare chest. Their bodies pressed together—wet skin to damp fabric. Her breasts pushed against him through her tight green vest, and her breath hitched at the contact.

The kiss deepened. Her tongue found his, and the exchange turned hot—sloppy and desperate. Her hands roamed his chest now, feeling every ripple of muscle, every scar, every drop of water trailing down his body.

But Finn wasn't just reacting anymore. Something about her scent, her heat, her body molded to his... it stirred something primal. His hand slid lower. Past the middle of her back. Past the base of her spine.

She didn't stop him.

His fingers crept under her cloak. Then beneath the waistband of her underwear, feeling the bare, soft skin of her ass. Smooth. Warm. Supple.

She gasped against his lips.

> [Wasn't this supposed to be just playing along?]

But his hand stayed there—gripping, exploring. She trembled. For a heartbeat, she didn't pull away. Her breath came in shallow bursts. Her legs shifted slightly, thighs pressing together, betraying her arousal.

And then she snapped out of it.

Suddenly, she broke the kiss and stepped back, eyes wide. Her cheeks were flushed a deep red, and she was panting for air. The rush, the heat, the vulnerability—all of it hit her at once.

She didn't speak. She just stared at him for a moment, as if trying to understand what had just happened.

Then she turned and left the water without another word.

Finn stood there, watching her retreat with a half-smirk tugging at his lips. Drops of water trailed down his chest, still hot from her body pressed against his.

"Well... that was nice. Weird maybe," he murmured, running a hand through his wet hair, "but definitely nice."

Deep in the forest, Huntress Wizard soared from branch to branch, her cloak billowing behind her like a shadow in the wind. Her face was still glowing red, lips slightly parted, breath still unsteady.

"You really stopped being shy, huh?" she whispered to herself with a mix of anger and... excitement. She bit her bottom lip hard and jumped faster, vanishing into the trees.

Back by the waterfall, Finn finally stepped out of the pool. He shook off the water, redressed, and started walking.

That encounter—whatever it was—had left him reeling. Not just physically, but mentally. A thousand questions swarmed in his head.

Who was the Master?

What had the real Finn meant to her?

And most of all... what was going to happen one month from now?

But he shelved those thoughts. His next destination required focus.

Because in the land of Ooo, power didn't sit on thrones of gold. It wore lipstick, tiaras, and ruled with smiles sharper than blades.

Women reigned supreme. And among them, two names stood taller than all:

Princess Bubblegum. Flame Princess.

They weren't just rulers. They were legends—icons whose reputations could silence a battlefield. Speaking one name out loud sent ripples of fear through kingdoms. Speaking both? That could make kings drop to their knees.

These weren't mere figureheads. They shaped the world itself. All of Ooo's lands were divided by loyalty to either of them. The Fire Kingdom blazed with devotion to its fierce queen. The Candy Kingdom sparkled under the rule of its cold, calculating genius.

Princess Bubblegum controlled 52% of the land. Flame Princess ruled the other 48%.

A small gap, yes. But decisive.

The advantage? Time.

PB had ruled for ages. Flame Princess had only recently inherited her power—and with it, the burden of older advisors breathing down her neck, vetting every decision.

PB? She needed no one.

Every plan, every policy, every campaign—it came from her mind. She trusted no one else to handle her empire.

Her army? Pathetic.

Her people? Crazy candy abominations she built herself.

And yet she ruled most of Ooo.

She didn't need brute force. She had intellect. She had control. She had vision.

And that made her the most terrifying ruler alive.

All that remained between Finn and total domination... was her.

The candy empress. The pink-haired puppet master. The soft-skinned queen whose mind could outwit gods. She wasn't just the greatest woman in Ooo—she was Ooo.

But soon, even she would fall.

Just one step remained before the Fire Kingdom. Before Ooo crumbled in his hands like sugared dust.

That step?

Taking Princess Bubblegum's virginity—and giving her the kind of first time that would shatter her mind and bind her body to him forever.