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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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As evening came on Ben and Charmcaster found themselves surrounded by silence. Neither knew what to say to the other as they moved about the campsite cleaning it up. It got to the point where every time their eyes met a furious blush came over both of them and they turned away from each other.
‘Why is this so difficult now?’ Ben asked himself. Well there was the obvious fact that they had had sex but they weren’t to blame for that, they hadn’t been in control of themselves. Besides it wasn’t like that was going to happen again anytime soon, the sex part that is. Ben planned on keeping control of himself as much as possible for however much longer he was in this crazy place.
Ben soon found himself frowning as he thought about not being able to have sex with Charmcaster again. She had been his first and it wasn’t likely that he was going to forget about that experience anytime soon. But she had made it pretty clear before the incident how she felt about him, or rather how she felt about the two of them like that.
Ben became so lost in his haze of depressing thoughts that he lost track of the world around him until a touch on his shoulder made him jump. His head snapped up and he found Charmcaster taking a startled step back.
“Wha-?” Ben asked as he realized she had been saying something.
“I asked if you are okay. You stopped moving and were just staring at the ground.”
“Oh,” Ben tried not to frown anymore as he ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’m fine, just getting hungry again I guess. You?”
Charmcaster nodded as she leaned heavily on her spear. She had been using it as a walking stick since Ben had helped her get back from the beach, sex with Fourarms was an experience that would leave anyone with a limp.
“Okay then how about I go catch us some dinner?”
“By yourself? It’ll take you an hour to get enough fish to feed us both.”
Ben finally found himself able to smile as he hoisted up the Omnitrix which once more showed a green face plate.
“It’ll be no problem,” Ben said reassuringly before turning to head to the beach.
He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks before striding out into the surf, shivering a little as the cold water ran over his feet. That wouldn’t be a problem in a moment as Ben turned the dial of the Omnitrix to the correct silhouette and pushed the plunger down.
Again the world seemed to shrink a little as he grew taller and the water was no longer cold, it was invigorating and inviting around his webbed feet. He rushed forward and plunged into the dark waters, his legs morphing into a powerful tail that thrust him agilely into the depths of the bay.
His vision, like the rest of his form, was specially designed for being in the water so he had no trouble peering through the water even as the light of the sun faded. Little fish darted away from his large form as he cut through the water, looking for the tentacle-headed ones they had been eating for the past couple of days. He quickly covered the whole of the bay without turning up anything. Ben paused in his search, floating idly as his massive mouth hung open, pulling in water that was then forced out of his gills, absorbing oxygen from the water.
Where were the fish? Ben was sure he was hadn’t missed anything. Did they not come into the bay? Ben swam towards the mouth of the bay so he could check out the area where they had found the fish. As he sped forward toward the gap in the rocks that let out into the ocean beyond something suddenly told him to make a sharp turn away.
Ben nearly slammed into the jagged rocks around the mouth as he found himself bewildered by the sensation. Why had he done that?
Ben drifted back towards the opening, using his arms to push himself along slowly to get a better look. There was nothing in his way but as he got closer he felt a strange tingling that ran along his head and down his spine. Ben stopped within arm’s reach of the mouth as he saw a shadow in the dark depths beyond. He narrowed his eyes as the shadow disappeared. What the hell was that?
Before Ben could ponder anymore a massive shape came rocketing out of nowhere. It looked like a giant black hole moving through the water except that it was lined with teeth. Ben started back in fear at first but realized there was no way it could get through the small opening, it was at least twice as wide as he was long. And then just as it was upon the gap the mouth shifted so it would fit perfectly through the jagged V-shaped opening in the rocks.
Ben didn’t have time to move out of the way, his arms came up defensively as he closed his eyes so he didn’t have to see his own demise. The sound hit him through the water like a massive slap across his body, knocking him backwards. His eyes sprang open as he tumbled end over end through the water. The spinning sight before him left him confused until he finally righted himself.
It was like the creature had slammed into a glass wall in the water, electric blue cracks the only visible sign of the barrier as the monster tried to press on, bowing the strange force field inwards but unable to break it. Now that it was stopped Ben had his first good look at the thing. It looked like a giant amorphous eel, it had a general shape but its body was constantly shifting in size and length as it thrashed. It snapped its fluctuating jaws at Ben and roared before the cracks in the strange force field turned blindingly white and surged with energy.
Ben felt the jolt of electricity through his whole body as he raised his hands up before his eyes. He blinked through the spots in his vision as the light faded and he saw the massive eel monster floating back out into the ocean, the barrier protecting the mouth of the bay once more invisible.
As Ben was processing what had just happened a thought occurred to him. That was a lot of meat sitting out there and his stomach was suddenly grumbling. He could tear off a chunk that would be more than enough for Charmcaster as well. Ben quickly turned around and swam to the bottom of the bay, kicking up a small cloud of sand as he reached it.
He looked at the gap between the rocks, mainly at the space in the air above the water. He hoped whatever was protecting the bay under the water didn’t extend above or this was really going to hurt.
He coiled his body up tightly before pushing off with his powerful tail, his body rocketing upward at an angle. He broke through the water and soared through the air, carried upwards by his momentum. As he flew for the space between the outcropping of rocks he closed his eyes. He opened them when he felt himself tip downward, he was through and not being shocked to death by some weird force field.
When he hit the water he was off like a shot towards the body. The angler light that dangled before his eyes lit up without any conscious effort on Ben’s part as the water became darker. The small halo of light it created allowed him to survey the dead monster’s body as he came upon it.
There was massive trauma across the beast, areas where it looked like blood vessels had burst and the skin had bubbled up under the pressure. Ben should have felt sick from the garish sight but Ripjaws was as predatory as Wildmutt and he really was hungry. He found an unmarred strip of flesh and opened his massive jaws, sinking razor sharp teeth into the elastic flesh.
The metallic taste of blood sent Ben’s heart racing and he savagely threw his head back and forth as he tore off a mouthful with the crushing power of an alligator. He gulped down the first chunk and bit off another piece. By the fourth piece Ben finally got a hold of himself and found he had stirred up a small cloud of blood and bits of flesh.
He had been lost in a haze of predatory hunger, he could hardly recall what the meat had tasted like. He vaguely remembered it being thick and rubbery, like eating a boot except it was very salty, though Ben supposed that last part couldn’t be helped.
Ben gave himself a shake as he finished wolfing down the flesh, he couldn’t forget that he wasn’t the only one who was hungry. His claws cut through the flesh almost as easily as his teeth had and he soon had another strip of flesh as long as his arm. Even if it shriveled up while it cooked it would probably be more than enough for Charmcaster.
With his animalistic hunger sated and his mission accomplished Ben began to swim back for the bay. As he did a sound like two punching bags colliding reverberated through the water. Ben spun and saw the eel’s corpse was now spinning slowly, as if something had just smashed into it.
Before he could blink something slammed into the body, tearing off a clean chunk the size of a car tire. The sleek form disappeared into the darkness and as Ben looked around he realized there were more massive shadows moving towards him. He turned and sped for the bay as the ocean became a feeding frenzy of sea monsters. Ben looked over his shoulder and watched as some tore apart the eel until all that was left was just a murky cloud of ripped up flesh while others picked off the smaller beasts that had come to feed, starting the vicious cycle all over again.
They were of every shape and size and Ben prayed that they paid him no mind as the gap in the rocks that protected the bay grew closer. He swam down so he could come up at a sharp angle. As he went down he found schools of little fish moving about, if he was lucky he could disappear amongst them or they would provide a distraction for anything chasing him. He quickly realized there was a problem though as the fish, instead of scattering or ignoring him, veered towards him and his prize of eel meat.
Ben held the strip of flesh to his chest with one hand while the other slashed at the smaller fish to little avail. They were too small and agile, darting in to take bites out of either him or the eel meat. Ben ignored the stings of pain as he pushed for more speed back out into the deeper water and quickly left the voracious little bastards behind.
Ben discovered a much bigger problem now that his blood was trickling into the ocean, everything else now definitely recognized him as food. Something big and fast clipped him despite his best effort, the armored carapace that was its head nearly broke his arm as he tumbled through the water. He dodged a snapping beak of a jaw as he recovered and rocketed back toward the bay, ducking and slipping around fins and teeth and tentacles as he rose towards the surface until the fin down his back broke through the water.
With all his strength he threw himself just above the water, flying like a missile towards the rocks. He felt the electric pressure of the field wrap around his body as he reached the gap in the jutting rocks. It felt like it was trying to squeeze him into a sardine can while every inch of him was being jammed into an electric socket. The force pushing in on him was worse than the pressure of deepest depths of any ocean he had been in. And then it was gone and Ben splashed down into the water like a fat guy water skiing.
He slowly sank into the bay and floated for a while as he caught his breath and let his brain register every bite and bruise that covered his body.
There were a lot.
He became aware of the mayhem outside of the bay as more and more monsters swarmed the area and tore into each other. Ben could only sit there and stare until the swirling cloud of blood became too thick to see through. Only then did he remember why he had come out into the water in the first place. He rolled over in the water and with a quick push of his tail he was moving towards the shallow.
His tail shifted back into legs and he strode up onto the beach, his shoulders slumping as his feet dragged through the sand. That had to be one of Ben’s worst experiences as any of his aliens.
He wrapped the slab of meat in leaves so he wouldn’t be covered in gross eel juice when he transformed back, which if there was a God and He was kind would be any moment now. Cradling his prize in one arm he grabbed up his socks and shoes and headed inland.
His head was dropping and his breathing heavy as he meandered down the trail, he should have waited for the Omnitrix to time out before leaving the water. Plus he would have stopped bleeding, there were more than a few drops of blood leading back down the beach.
As he reached camp he fell to one knee and found it almost impossible to breathe. He couldn’t even wheeze as he lurched towards the ground, barely propping himself up with one arm.
“Tennyson?! Christ, what happened to you?”
Ben heard a loud ‘thud’ before Charmcaster was at his side. She pulled him up so he wasn’t about to collapse and he saw her face tightened in fear. He knew he was pretty beat up but was it really that bad?
“Shit, you’re bleeding everywhere. Ben, I need you to make it to your feet if you can,” Charmcaster said as she tried to hoist Ben up. She got him a few inches up but he was too heavy and she was too weak to do more than that.
“I can’t carry or even drag you so get your ass up Tennyson!”
Goaded by Charmcaster Ben marshaled his strength and pushed himself up. He was erect for approximately three seconds before he toppled forward.
“Ben!” Charmcaster rolled him onto his back and watched with growing fear as his breathing grew weaker and weaker.
Ben tried to speak, for some reason the Omnitrix hadn’t timed out yet but if he could just get her to understand that he needed her to hit the symbol on his shoulder then it might change him back. Instead his attempt to make words came out as a pathetic gurgle and it pushed Charmcaster over the edge. She turned away from him as she choked back sobs.
Ben’s arm flopped numbly across his chest as he tried to reach for the Omnitrix emblem but his banged up limb wouldn’t bend right. As his vision began to grow dim Ben threw his whole body at Charmcaster, using the last of his strength to dig his own claws into his chest so his hand pointed at his shoulder.
Charmcaster jumped at the wet ‘smack’ that Ben’s body had made as he thrashed. When she turned and saw his chest had grown still she nearly ran away but her eyes were drawn to the trail of blood from his self-inflicted wound and then to the Omnitrix symbol on his shoulder.
She slammed her fist down onto the emblem and Ben felt more than saw the light envelope his whole body, it actually tingled and filled him with rejuvenating warmth. Ben’s chest kicked up as his whole body arched and breath returned to him in a great gasp. He blinked several times as his sight returned and then Charmcaster fell on him. At first he winced as he thought she was going to start hitting him for scaring her but he quickly realized she was hugging him tightly and sobbing into his shoulder.
“Charmcaster, it’s okay. I’m okay,” Ben said as he tentatively put his hands on her shoulders. Through her sobs Ben was able to make out words, the same couple of words.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you…”
Ben didn’t understand, she was the one who saved him. He tightened his grip on her shoulders and held her at arm’s length so he could look her in the face. Her eyes were red from tears and they still ran down her face as she was wracked with the occasional sob.
“Charmcaster, you saved my life, why are you thanking me?”
Charmcaster shook off Ben’s grip and turned away from him, her cheeks becoming as red as her eyes.
“I didn’t want to be left alone… This place is dangerous enough as it is.”
“Oh,” Ben said. He felt like there was something else that she had been going to say but he didn’t want to press it at the moment. Instead he cast his gaze about until he found the bundle of leaves that was the eel meat where it had fallen from his grasp when he had nearly collapsed.
“Let’s get dinner started,” He said as he reached over to grab the makeshift package. He was pretty unsteady as he made it to his feet, nearly dying apparently took a lot out of a guy.
Charmcaster silently nodded and after burning her spear clean in the fire that she had started they set the meat to cook over the flame. They sat on either side of the spear to keep it propped up and as they waited Ben recounted what had led up to that dramatic little moment.
Charmcaster listened intently and without interruption, her eyes closed as she pictured everything in her head. When Ben was done her eyes opened slowly and she stared into the fire.
“Well, what do you think?” Ben asked impatiently, he desperately needed somebody else’s input on all this.
“I think we’d need the freaking Titanic to get off this rock.”
Ben chuckled and then blinked in surprise.
“Did you just make a joke?”
Charmcaster straightened up, her arms folded across her chest as she raised a silver eyebrow at Ben.
“So?”
“I’ve never heard you make a joke before, it’s always been death threats and curses.”
“Well,” Charmcaster started to say as she tried to maintain her superior attitude but deflated with a melancholic sigh. “It’s not like Uncle Hex is one for chit-chat.”
“His loss, the big jerk.”
This time it was Charmcaster’s turn to laugh, a short guffaw that ended in a snort that had her clapping her hand over her face as she blushed with embarrassment.
“So what about the barrier?” Ben asked as he choked back more laughter, he didn’t want her angry at him right now.
It took Charmcaster a moment but she regained her composure and answered Ben.
“It could be magic or some kind of weird technology but either way it has to mean there’s a power source somewhere and we should look for it.”
Ben nodded his agreement, this discovery changed a lot of things for the two of them and if they were lucky it might even mean a way home.
Thoughts of home were pushed from Ben’s head as the smell of meat in the air made Ben realize he was ravenous, which didn’t make any sense considering all the meat he had eaten off the carcass. Fortunately there was plenty for the two of them, even with the bites taken out of it by the fish and shriveling from the flames the slab of meat was as long as Ben’s forearm.
As they picked the piping hot meat off the spear the last of the light finally faded and Ben and Charmcaster found themselves surrounded by darkness with only the light of the fire to see by.
“What was that?”
Ben looked up from the piece of meat in his hands to scan the area around them before looking to Charmcaster.
“What was what?”
“I thought I saw a flicker of light. There’s another one!”
Ben followed Charmcaster’s line of sight out into the darkness and saw several dots of light moving through the air before they disappeared. Another couple lit up and danced around each other before fading.
“Fireflies,” Ben said. “Grandpa Max took me and Gwen to the Catskills in New York a while back. I had never seen anything like it before. It was like the stars fell out of the sky and danced through the woods.”
The wistful memory had Ben’s vision getting misty, thoughts of home returning with a vengeance that made him realize how much he missed his family. His reverie didn’t last long however as soft sobs behind him grabbed his attention. He turned and found Charmcaster staring out at the flickering insects as tears poured down her face.
“Charmcaster, what’s wrong?”
“I hate you.”
“Excuse me?” Ben asked as he slid away from Charmcaster, sensing a possible attack.
“All I’ve ever wanted was to have a family, people I could trust and love unconditionally, exactly what you have. But that’s never going to happen because Hex is the only family I have left and he… he…”
“Charmcaster, it’s not the fact that we’re family that I trust and believe in Grandpa and Gwen. It’s because they’ve earned my trust and love that makes us family and it can be that way with anyone regardless of blood.”
Ben almost didn’t recognize that those words belonged to him, they sounded like something Grandpa Max would say. Regardless his words seemed to have had an impact on Charmcaster who had been looking at Ben with a trembling lip.
She slid close to Ben and raised an unsteady hand to his face. Ben was stone still as her hand slid along his jaw line to behind his ear and finally coming to rest on his neck.
“Ben, this morning you said I was beautiful… were you just saying that to try and make me feel better?”
Ben swallowed loudly as Charmcaster’s face hovered inches away from his, her lavender eyes still shimmering from the tears she had shed. He felt like there was a trap somewhere in all this and he would be really sorry if he said the wrong thing.
“I was telling the truth, but at the time I was also trying to apologize for… touching you… without your permission, uh, wait, I mean not that you would have-”
“Ben.”
“Yeah?” Ben asked weakly as his eyebrows tented nervously.
“You have my permission,” Charmcaster whispered as she tilted her head and pressed her lips to Ben’s.
Ben almost fell backwards in surprise but Charmcaster held him in place with the hand on his neck. This was different from the rather violent, teeth-smashing kiss that had taken place earlier, this was soft and gentle and pleasant. Even when Charmcaster slid her tongue into Ben’s mouth it was more passionate than wild as she teasingly played with his tongue.
Ben blinked as they parted, his breath heavy as a small strand of saliva hung between him and Charmcaster. She began to pull away but he leaned forward, returning the kiss somewhat clumsily, even daring to slip his tongue into her mouth. Charmcaster responded enthusiastically by sucking on his tongue and moaning softly.
Their food lay before them forgotten as they parted again, Charmcaster trailing her hand along Ben’s cheek as she stood up. Ben caught her hand as he rose after her, allowing her to guide him towards the hut. As they reached the dark entrance Charmcaster gave Ben a sultry smirk over her shoulder.
Ben stepped into her before she could move another inch and wrapped his arms around her waist. Charmcaster stiffened momentarily and then melted into Ben’s arms as he stretched up to plant kisses on her neck.
Charmcaster moaned again and tilted her head so Ben had free range of her neck and he obligingly kissed more of her soft skin. Ben tentatively let his teeth touch her skin, taking cues from memories of that morning, and was rewarded by the slightest of quivers through Charmcaster’s whole body.
Ben bit down gently and Charmcaster threw her head back in delight. She spun in his grasp and grabbed his head with both hands as she kissed him deeply. Ben responded by grabbing handfuls of her ass, pulling her hips close to his tented pants.
Charmcaster pulled Ben through the door and then slid out of his grip, spinning on her heels so her back was to him once more. As he stumbled she undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor before continuing to the bed, her hips swaying back and forth.
Ben had seen Charmcaster’s ass a multitude of times since they had come to this place but seeing her display it because she wanted him to see it was hotter than he could imagine. As she bent over the bed of leaves she glanced back at Ben, or more importantly, at his pants. Ben felt like he couldn’t take them off fast enough as he nearly tripped over himself.
Charmcaster positioned herself so she was leaning against the wall with her legs spread open in invitation, her panties showing the slightest hint of dampness. Ben knelt at the edge of the bed and crawled towards her, his eyes taking in every inch of her. Charmcaster reached out to run her hands through Ben’s hair before guiding his face to hers and embracing him in a kiss once more.
As their tongues invaded each other’s mouths Ben braced himself with one hand on the wall and the other groped her chest, squeezing her breast softly at first and then more firmly as a moan rumbled up through Charmcaster. He felt her nipple stiffen through the fabric and he changed his focus to the hardened bit of flesh, pinching it between two fingers.
Charmcaster threw her head back as she gasped and then pulled Ben roughly to her so she could kiss and bite at his neck. Ben tried not to jump every time he felt teeth against his skin but it was worth every moment as Charmcaster let go of him to peel off her shirt, exposing her pert breasts.
Ben leaned into Charmcaster, kissing and nibbling on her neck to get her purring and then slowly moving down her chest until he could take one of her nipples in his mouth and the other in his hand. He suckled gently before flicking the sensitive nub with his tongue as he pinched and twisted the other. Charmcaster’s purr became a euphoric growl, her back arched and her toes curled as she grabbed fistfuls of Ben’s hair.
Even with his hair being nearly yanked out Ben didn’t pause in applying himself to Charmcaster’s breasts. As he gently took her nipple between his teeth Charmcaster stiffened and pulled him off of her. He tried to rise up but she held his head in place as she caught her breath. Once she was no longer panting so heavily she smiled down at Ben before guiding his head lower, allowing him to plant kisses down her chest and stomach until his head came to rest between her legs.
The heat of her pussy washed over Ben’s face and he could see her panties were now soaked. Charmcaster let go of Ben with one hand and tugged the fabric covering her pussy to one side, revealing her glistening mound.
“Let’s make a deal,” Charmcaster’s voice cut through the sexually charged silence, drawing Ben’s eyes upwards. “You get me to cum and I’ll let you put Little Tennyson where ever you like.”
The ache in Ben’s dick at Charmcaster’s words made it feel like it was going tear right through his underwear. He agreed by pushing his head forward, burying his face in her pussy. She smelled of the ocean and was definitely saltier than he remembered but no less enticing.
He slid his tongue from top to bottom teasingly before pulling back slightly so he could kiss her inner thighs and even nip them slightly, making Charmcaster jump and twitch. As she gripped his hair even tighter he returned to her pussy, sliding his tongue within her folds. He flexed and stretched his tongue for all he was worth and Charmcaster writhed and squirmed almost as much as his tongue did. Ben’s jaw began to ache which was a problem because he could tell Charmcaster, though enjoying the stimulation, was nowhere near an orgasm.
He pulled back to catch his breath and give his mouth a rest as he considered his next move. Charmcaster cooed as she loosened her grip on his hair to stroke his forehead affectionately. Ben returned the gesture with a squeeze of Charmcaster’s thighs before taking his hands and using his thumbs to spread her lips apart, exposing her inner walls as well as her clit.
Charmcaster tensed and her gaze rose skyward as Ben shoved his tongue back into her and his nose bumped against her sensitive clit. Ben licked and lapped until his face was drenched in her juices and then he pulled back and ran his tongue along the edge of her lips, flicking it over her clit when he reached it. Charmcaster moaned loudly as Ben plied his tongue to her most sensitive area.
“Yes, yes, more!”
Spurred on by Charmcaster Ben grabbed her clit with two fingers and began to gently squeeze and twist the organ while he tilted his head so could he penetrate her with his tongue once more. Charmcaster gasped and sputtered as Ben ate her out for everything he was worth.
He could feel her getting more and more tense as his fingers worked at her clit. Ben gave it a pinch and Charmcaster’s whole body jumped, a sharp cry ringing out through the hut.
“R-ru… rub it,” Charmcaster managed to get out breathlessly as her head rolled from side to side, her eyes closed in ecstasy.
Ben did as she demanded, placing the index and middle fingers of his right hand over her clit and jiggling them back and forth. Charmcaster’s legs wrapped around Ben’s body, suffocatingly pressing him into her as her back arched.
“Faster!”
Ben mashed her clit down as he worked his fingers faster, every last ounce of his focus on bringing Charmcaster to orgasm. Her thighs clenched around his head muffled the climatic scream that tore through her but he was keenly aware of his success as his mouth suddenly flooded with juices.
Charmcaster’s body sagged around Ben, for which he was grateful as it had been hard to breathe for a moment. He pushed himself up and Charmcaster’s legs slid off of him, their owner too overcome by her orgasm to do anything but let them hang limply. Charmcaster was much the same all over, her sweaty hair was matted to her forehead as her head lulled to the side and her chest heaved with gulps of air.
Ben wiped his face with the back of his hand as he looked Charmcaster over, unable to help the smile that spread across his face at seeing her lying like a puppet with its strings cut. Then she surprised him by hooking a hand around his neck, pulling him down as she used him as a counterweight to push herself off the wall. Ben wound up lying on his back with Charmcaster straddling his waist. His cock pressed painfully against his underwear as the heat of her pussy inflamed his groin.
Charmcaster lowered herself down atop Ben, sliding down his body so she could kiss his chest and work her way up to his neck.
“So… a deal’s a deal Tennyson…” She said between kisses and bites to Ben’s neck.
For the first time since they had kissed Ben felt hesitant, his cheeks even grew red as he tried to find his voice.
“Your ass…” Ben said, though it was barely more than a whisper.
Charmcaster locked lips with Ben and nibbled on his lower lip as she pulled away. She rose back up and reached down to Ben’s crotch, sliding his underwear down enough to free his cock which sprang to attention.
Ben thought she might guide his cock to her asshole but instead she stood up and turned around. She slid her underwear off before lowering herself to her hands and knees, presenting Ben with her ass in the air.
“Well, I’m not going to do everything for you,” Charmcaster said though her red cheeks and dripping pussy belied her haughty tone.
Ben struggled out of his underwear as he rose up to his knees. He eagerly grabbed his dick in one hand while the other tentatively took hold of Charmcaster’s hip. He rubbed his cock against the juices of her pussy and stroked it until it was nice and lubed before placing the tip against her puckered hole.
Charmcaster drew in breath slowly, trying not to hiss as Ben inched his cock into her. As Ben got half his dick into her Charmcaster realized it actually wasn’t as bad as she had anticipated, in fact, compared to the fucking Fourarms had given her it was rather pleasant.
Ben moaned as her hole felt tight and warm around his cock. He pulled out until he felt his swollen head just about to pop out and then he thrust back into her, establishing a slow rhythm. Ben was breathing heavily as he pumped Charmcaster’s ass, he was trying to keep from ending this so quickly but without the aid of his alien forms he feared he lacked the stamina to keep at it for very long.
Charmcaster lowered her head to rest on her crossed arms as Ben picked up speed. She had been enjoying Ben’s gentle motions but as he thrust deeper into her she felt a stirring sensation deep within her that made her moan in surprise. It was small and strange at first but as Ben pounded her with more force it grew stronger and more pleasurable.
“Harder,” Charmcaster moaned as she picked her head up and leaned on one arm so she could rub her pussy with her other hand, adding to the build-up of euphoric waves.
Ben almost couldn’t believe his ears but he eagerly acquiesced, tightening his grip on her hips as he slammed into her. Charmcaster threw her head about, her hair whipping this way and that as her whole body quivered and she panted heavily.
Ben grunted with effort as he fought the building climax in his loins.
“I’m gonna… gonna cum,” He gasped as he pistoned faster.
“No! Not yet!” Charmcaster begged, desperately cramming four fingers into her pussy to reach that rapturous peak before Ben gave out.
With her stuffing her pussy so, her ass squeezed around Ben even tighter and he couldn’t fight it any longer. He sagged forward as he came, grabbing at Charmcaster’s breasts and roughly sinking his teeth into her shoulder.
Ben’s actions pushed Charmcaster over the edge. She crashed to the ground as she convulsed in pleasure, the second orgasm taking all the strength out of her.
They lay in a heap of tangled limbs for several moments as they caught their breath. Ben was the first to recover, pushing himself up, his dick sliding free of Charmcaster’s ass with a string of cum connecting them for a moment. He rolled off of her and stared at the ceiling before turning his head to look to Charmcaster.
His eyes locked with hers and she reached out to his nearby hand, threading her fingers through his. They shared a smile before Ben wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her close. Their naked, sweaty bodies curled together as the sleep that only passionate love making can bring about swiftly claimed them.
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