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The Island Misadventures of Ben and Charmcaster	By : GrayNeko Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Views: 59435 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Ben knew it had been a bad idea when he had agreed to cuddle with Charmcaster but it wasn’t like he could just tell her she was a sleep-molester and let that be that. And deep down, though he’d never admit it, not even on pain of death, he hoped it would happen again. So when he felt something crawling across his skin and dreamt of spiders he was exceedingly relieved to be jolted awake and find it was Charmcaster’s wandering hands.
She had managed to slip her other arm underneath him during the night and now both hands roamed freely across his chest and stomach, sometimes dragging her nails across his skin, though never hard enough to do more than make him cringe a little. A soft moan in his ear had him turning his head to catch a peak of Charmcaster’s face out of the corner of his eye. She moaned softly again and then brought her lips to Ben’s neck which made Ben utter a moan of his own as she kissed up and down his neck, occasionally sucking on a spot before pulling away with an audible ‘pop’.
Ben face was flushed and his eyes were half closed with pleasure as Charmcaster’s hands slipped into his pants once more. The ache in Ben’s groin as his stiff cock throbbed had him panting with anticipation and then Charmcaster bit him.
It wasn’t a bite meant to harm, it didn’t even break the skin, just a press of her sharp canines on the tendon of his neck, but it caught Ben so off guard that he thrashed for a moment and reached out to push Charmcaster away by putting his hand on her thigh. His hand slipped towards her inner thigh and he froze the moment he felt the heat of her pussy. It was like a furnace, he didn’t know a girl’s body could get like that.
His attempt to fend Charmcaster off had pushed her away a little and she grumbled in her sleep before shifting herself closer to Ben’s body, forcing his hand onto her crotch. He almost pulled away at the dampness he felt but as soon his hand made contact Charmcaster made an entirely new kind of moan, a sharp cry of pleasure.
Ben held his breath, afraid for a moment that Charmcaster might have awakened from her state of sleep-molestation but the teenager didn’t stir except to grip the base of his cock firmly with her right hand. Ben’s breath burst from his chest in surprise as his state of fearful arousal made the simple sensation almost too much to take. He took several deep breaths to try and calm himself, he didn’t want this experience to end so quickly.
He turned his attention back to his hand on her crotch, he could feel through the fabric of her panties the shape of her pussy and as he traced the edges of it with a finger Charmcaster clung to him even tighter, nibbling at his neck as her other hand cupped his balls and began to massage them while she began to slowly pump his dick.
Ben shut his eyes and grunted as he fought to keep from climaxing; this was so much more intense than masturbation, even with the porn videos he had watched using Gwen’s laptop. He bit his lip until he felt the euphoric waves subside a little, allowing him to focus. Slowly he slid his hand underneath her panties, quickly finding his fingers slick with her juices.
He was fumbling blindly, in more ways than one, as he slid his index and middle finger around her whole pussy. Without even meaning to he slipped his fingers inside of her and his thumb bumped against her clit.
It was Charmcaster’s turn to thrash as she squirmed and panted loudly in Ben’s ear. Ben didn’t know why but the sounds she made were even more arousing than the kisses she had rained down on his neck. He pulled his fingers out of her but she didn’t respond like before so he carefully pushed them back, daring to go even farther in, up to his second knuckle. She only moaned a little as she gently bit at his ear lobe.
He began wandering with his thumb and again found that strange little bump that was her clitoris, causing Charmcaster’s whole body to tense and a sharp inhalation of breath in his ear. He pressed at it and Charmcaster immediately purred, biting at him more intensely as she began to pump his dick faster. Ben began panting just like Charmcaster as his whole body arched, tensed with the desire to cum.
“No… not yet… don’t cum yet…”
Ben froze as Charmcaster spoke softly in his ear; his dick wilting for fear that she had awoken. Had he been caught? Was she still asleep? He couldn’t tell but as she kept stroking his cock and massaging his balls, bringing his dick back to a full on aching erection, he had to assume she was still sleep-molesting him. Plus something told him that if he stopped right now she really would wake up and then not even the Omnitrix would save him.
As he began to breathe again he started sliding his fingers in and out of her, earning more bites and moans from her. His thumb went back to rubbing and pressing at her clit and without actually trying to he managed to push back its hood, exposing the highly sensitive nub. Charmcaster let out an ecstatic moan as Ben wiggled his thumb back and forth over her revealed clit.
“Yes… mmm, there… more…ah yes…” Charmcaster cried into his neck, passionately kissing him between moans and gasps.
Ben couldn’t take it anymore, Charmcaster was way too intense. Between the ways she was sucking on his neck and stroking his dick he was going to cum any moment. His eyes were squeezed shut and his lip nearly bleeding as he fought the building pressure in his loins. His whole body went rigid, and as it did the fingers that were stimulating Charmcaster tensed as well, squeezing her clit between his thumb and fingers.
Ben’s eyes shot open as Charmcaster bucked wildly in orgasmic pleasure, her hands slipping free of his pants just as he was on the brink. He teetered there for a moment, anything touching his crotch could put him over, the faintest flap of a butterfly’s wings even. Instead, nothing. Charmcaster rolled over in her sleep and his hand slipped free of her panties.
Ben lay there unable to believe that she did it to him again! He sat up and turned so he could finally see Charmcaster and found her to be very much asleep. Her cheeks were a little flushed and from what he could see of them her panties were rather soaked, not that his underwear wasn’t as much a mess from precum. As he sat there looking at his situation he decided it would be best if he wasn’t there when Charmcaster woke up. He rose very slowly, careful to make as little noise as possible as he stepped over Charmcaster and made for the door.
The sunlight that made it through the canopy forced him to shade his eyes as he looked over the campsite. The remnants of the fire were still smoking so he went over and stirred them up with a stick before adding more brush to bring it back to life. It might be nice to aim for three warm meals in one day.
He was about to head down to the beach to wash himself and his underwear when a thought occurred to him. He was leaving Charmcaster alone and she might panic if she woke up with no idea where he was. Not to mention that while he was sure she would be okay since they hadn’t been disturbed by anything yet she definitely wouldn’t appreciate the fact. He didn’t want to wait around for her to get up, he had to come up with a way to let her know where he was. His eyes drifted over the campsite as he tried to think before his fell gaze upon the ash covered stick still in his hand and an idea popped into his head.
He grabbed a broad leaf off a plant and put the tip of the stick to the underside of the leaf, drawing a sooty but clear line easily. He grabbed a few more and in a scrawling hand that would have had Gwen bemoaning his penmanship he managed to scribble down:
Went To Beach
-B
Ben placed the message at the entrance and after a second thought retrieved his club and left it near the door as well so she would have something to make herself feel safer.
Reassured that Charmcaster wouldn’t want to kill him when she awoke he made his way down to the beach.
Ben wasn’t sure why the notion seemed like a good idea at the time but he stripped down completely, leaving all but his underwear in a pile farther up the shore. He did his best to wash his underwear but quickly realized there was little more he could do other than soak and rub them with his hands. He left them drying from a stick he stuck in the sand near the rest of his clothes before returning to the water.
It felt good to swim just for the fun of it, no one’s life depending on him at the moment. He looked at the Omnitrix as the sun flared off the faceplate and felt the old urge to take an alien form just for the hell of it. It was like a craving for a sugary snack, he could ignore it but where would the fun be in that?
Ben began treading water as he twisted the dial on the Omnitrix, choosing the one alien that could really have a blast in the water. He punched the plunger down and let the green light envelope him as his form was rewritten by the alien device. He expected to find himself outfitted with fins and gills as the aquatic Ripjaws but instead he was struggling to keep his head above the water as the micro-genius Grey Matter.
“Stupid Omnitrix!” Ben yelled out, his voice high pitched and highly irritated as the small waves of the bay were proving quite hazardous to his miniscule form.
Ben took a deep breath and dove underwater, finding it much easier to use his small, somewhat frog-shaped form to swim beneath the waves towards shore. As he got closer to shallow water the waves caught him up and tumbled him head over heels before finally spitting him out onto the sand. He quickly hopped his way up the beach, coughing up a little water that he had swallowed just before reaching safety.
Now that he didn’t have to fear being knocked down by a wave he stood up to his full height of five inches and began the long trek it now was to reach his clothes. He noted that he still had on the white and black jumpsuit that he normally wore in this form despite having been naked when he transformed. It was the one good thing he could come up with about being stuck as Grey Matter.
It wasn’t that Ben hated the tiny alien form, it just didn’t fit his style of heroism, which (to be honest) had more of a punch first, ask questions later flavor to it. Grey Matter was great if he had machines or computers to mess with but definitely not the best choice on a jungle island where almost anything could be a threat to him.
Ben sighed and sat down on the toe of his left shoe, his head in his hands as he thought about all the cool things he could be doing as Ripjaws.
Then Ben began to think about other things, like the math equation that would tell him the exact number of grains of sand on the beach and the six types of quarks that existed within hadrons. That was the other thing he didn’t like about Grey Matter, having this vast intellect and still not being able to understand himself half the time.
“Might as well put this big brain of mine to use while I’ve got it,” Ben grumbled to himself, standing up and grabbing a twig from the branch his underwear was drying on.
He hopped down onto the ground and found a large patch of wet sand where he began writing down possible solutions to any problems he and Charmcaster might run into, written in order based on the probability of which was more likely to occur.
He had never just let himself think as Grey Matter, usually it was a life or death circumstance or he was using the little alien to get somewhere or at something he normally couldn’t. It was, to pardon the phrase, an alien experience to have access to knowledge he had never even heard of before. Ideas and solutions continued to pour from his powerhouse of a brain until a shadow fell over him.
“I have to say when I found your note I was hoping you’d be catching breakfast,” Charmcaster said with a sigh, hefting the club from where it had been leaning against her hip.
“I could have, if the Omnitrix hadn’t bugged out on me and stuck me as Grey Matter,” Ben replied as he turned back to finishing the directions on how to tan animal hides. They were in case they ever needed to make more clothes for themselves, which was becoming more and more likely now that he thought of it.
“Ben?”
Ben turned around at the tone of Charmcaster’s voice, she sounded nervous and there was a hint of red in her cheeks as her eyes darted back and forth.
“Did… did I… did anything strange happen during the night?”
Ben’s eyes quickly shifted from her face to her soaked panties and back again.
“You had a nightmare, I think. You were moaning and thrashing around for a bit but you didn’t wake up so I thought it best to leave you be,” Ben said as he turned back around. He was glad that Grey Matter had a pretty good poker face, it definitely helped sell his lie.
“Oh,” Charmcaster breathed as relief washed across her face. She crouched down beside him, resting her chin on her arms.
“I don’t suppose you’ve figured out a way to build a boat?”
“A boat? The probability of us needing a boat is rather slim, 3.03% to be exact. By remaining near our point of entry we create a greater likelihood that whatever means of retrieval is used will be able to follow the original energy trail created by your spell and any trace energy left by the Omnitrix.”
“Okay, then forget about the boat for now. How much longer until you can actually help get some breakfast?”
Before Ben could reply the familiar beep of the Omnitrix filled the air and Ben was surrounded by a flash of red light before being restored to his human form, his completely naked human form. Fortunately Ben was also crouching but that didn’t make it any less horrifying for the eleven year old hero.
Ben clapped his hands over his crotch as his face went red. He rose and turned to run for his clothes but Charmcaster grabbed hold of his arm as she bolted up from her crouched position.
“What. Are. Those?” Charmcaster asked, a frown etched across her face as she emphasized each word.
“What are what?” Ben asked nervously, looking over his shoulder as he tried to hunch over and cover his crotch with more of his body.
“Those marks on your chest and neck.”
“Bug bites?” Ben couldn’t keep the sudden panic out of his voice as he tried to shrug Charmcaster off of him and instead found himself thrown to the ground. Before he could do more than throw his arms out to push himself back up Charmcaster pinned him to the ground by straddling his stomach. He made to push her off but froze as the cool, razor sharp edge of a crystal came into contact with his neck.
“What are you-?” Ben started to ask but stopped as Charmcaster put more pressure on the crystal dagger. He tried not to jump as Charmcaster put her other hand on his chest and slowly traced her nails along one of the sets of the red marks that she had left all over him. Then before he knew what she was doing she threw the dagger away and pushed his head back with her now freed up hand while the other held his shoulder.
“Aaah!” Ben yelled as Charmcaster sank her teeth into his neck, growling like an animal as she came close to breaking the skin. He kicked and thrashed but she held him down, grabbing his arms and holding them by his head. Finally she took her teeth out of Ben and sat up, staring intently at the new marks she had made and the identical ones from earlier.
“What the hell?” Charmcaster asked breathlessly as she shifted her gaze to Ben’s face.
Ben was speechless. With the words he had been about to utter thrown in his face he just sat there and stared at her with wide eyes.
“What happened?” Charmcaster hissed, pushing her face into Ben’s.
“You… got grabby in bed and scratched me-”
“Did you… touch me?” There was a quiver of fear in Charmcaster’s snarl as she burned a hole in Ben’s head with her eyes.
“Only after you touched me,” Ben muttered, turning his head so he didn’t have to meet her gaze.
There was silence then as Charmcaster scrutinized Ben’s face, as if there would be more answers hidden in his skin.
“You’re a god damned liar.”
Ben’s head snapped back as he glared up at Charmcaster. He hated being called a liar when he was telling the truth, almost as much as he hated being called a coward. He opened his mouth to yell at Charmcaster but she cut him off.
“I believed you,” there was a tremor in her voice as tears fell from her eyes. “I needed a hero so I fell for your bullshit. But you’re just like everyone else, taking what you want from me.”
With that Charmcaster pushed off Ben, she managed to stalk away for a few steps before she fell to her knees with her face in her hands.
Ben jumped to his feet, his embarrassment over his nudity forgotten as he rushed to Charmcaster’s side. Her sobs were soft, almost inaudible with her hands over her face. Ben sank to his knees as he tried to think.
He had no idea this was how things would turn out and watching Charmcaster fall apart twisted his insides into knots. He now realized what he had done had hurt her far more than he truly understood. He couldn’t hero his way out of this and the only other thing he could think of left a squirming, bitter lump in his gut.
“Charmcaster, hit me.”
Charmcaster peaked out of her hands, tears still streaming down her face.
“What?”
“Face, stomach, wherever. Take your pick and hit me.”
“Why?”
“If I’m ever going to be able to call myself a hero then I need to make this right. This is the only thing I can think of. So go ahead and hit me.”
“That won’t fix anything.”
“Well then tell me what will because I really hate seeing a beautiful girl cry.”
As soon as the words slipped free of Ben’s lips Charmcaster backhanded him, knocking him to the ground. She pounced atop of him as words poured from her as quickly as her tears did.
“You don’t get to just say that! Not after what happened! It can’t be that way for us, not ever! Do you hear me!?”
Ben franticly wrestled with her as she continued trying to pummel him. He finally grabbed hold of her arms but not before earning himself a set of scratches on his cheek and a blow to the head that made everything spin for moment. Charmcaster continued to scream at him as her tears rained down around him.
“What?! What did I say? Tell me!”
“You don’t get to call me beautiful!”
“Why not?!” Ben yelled incredulously. Why was that what she was freaking out about?
“Because you can’t pretend that you like me! That’s not how it’s supposed to be between us! Do you think when we get out of here that things won’t go back to the way they were? With us being on opposite sides?”
“I just want to fix things while we’re here. I know I messed up but I didn’t take anything from you. I was just trying to make you feel as good as you were making me feel. I’m sorry that I hurt you.”
As Ben spoke tears pooled in his eyes as they begged Charmcaster for forgiveness. The fight went out of Charmcaster as Ben’s words sunk in, her hands lay limp on his chest but he still held them tightly lest she start striking again. She stared at Ben as their heavy breathing and the sound of the waves filled the air.
“Sometimes I forget that you’re just a kid.”
With those words she stood up and walked to where her dagger had fallen in the sand. Ben sat up, ready to jump to his feet and run for his life if she turned to come back at him with the weapon. Instead she slid it into the waist of her skirt and strode towards the jungle.
Ben scurried for his clothes and jumped into them as quickly as possible, ignoring the bits of sand that were still stuck to his skin. No doubt they would cause him immense pain if he didn’t see to them later but he was more fearful of being caught naked again at the moment.
His head snapped up as he heard footsteps and saw Charmcaster return. In her hand was a freshly cut length of tree branch that had been sheared of any smaller branches and made into a spear as tall as the young sorceress.
“Go clean up camp. I will go catch some food.”
Her tone brooked no argument or even any kind of a reply, which was okay with Ben. He nodded and hurried down the path until Charmcaster was out of sight. Then he slowed and shook his head as he stuck his hand down his pants, trying to shake free some bits of sand that were already becoming a nuisance.
As he set about stoking the fire once more Ben found himself looking to the blue sky through the canopy.
“Grandpa Max, Gwen, I hope you guys figure out a way to rescue us soon. I’m afraid of what another day with Charmcaster might bring.”
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