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Twisted Trans Sister	By : straywolfxx Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Views: 13210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own "Ben 10" and its related characters, Man of Action and Cartoon Network. No profits were made from this work.

Chapter List
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AUTHORS NOTE: This is the beginning of all the naughty stuffs that this story's rating promised. Sooo, yeah, if you don't like descriptive sexual relations, this is not the chapter to read. :P
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Ben's eyes fluttered open and the world around him came into focus. Slowly, but surely, he recognized Gwen sitting at his side, smiling down at him. Her gentle fingers combed through his damp hair.
"Hey you," the red-haired angel whispered, her voice tender, "How are you feeling?"
"My… well, everything aches," Ben's eyes darted around the room. This place was unfamiliar to him.
"Don't worry, we're at the inn––the one next to the restaurant," Gwen said reassuringly, reading the panicked expression on her cousin's face, "––everything's fine now."
"…"
"You started moving around a lot and screaming in your sleep; it must've been a horrible nightmare."
Ben's lips quivered, his voice croaked, "I thought you were dead. I couldn't fight them… and you came," he pulled his upper-half achingly from the mattress and pillows, "…and I c-couldn't save you…"
Before he continued on, Gwen embraced Ben as fast and gently as she could. He brought his arms weakly around her. She couldn't believe it, he'd been beating himself up for not being able to protect her. Her arms glided softly over his back, her face nuzzled his neck. She held on to him, trying to convince him everything was fine; that he didn't have to be sorry.
"Putting my safety before your own," Gwen said, kissing his neck tenderly, "no matter what happens to you…I––I can't tell you how much… I mean… I feel so fortunate to have you in my life. I love you so much, Ben. So very, very much."
"I love you too, Gwen."
They sat there on the bed, holding on to each other as if their lives depended on it. Minutes passed, maybe hours, in silence; but it didn't matter, their body language was doing more talking anyways. Gwen's fingers roamed lightly over Ben's uncovered back, his injuries were etched into her mind and she was careful not to disturb them. Delicately, her fingertips traveled down his spine. Ben kept his right hand at her lower back, kneading that one pesky spot that seemed to give her grief every time they were active for long periods of time. His other hand cradled the back of her neck; he left his share of kisses along her neckline and shoulder, where his head rested.
A small moan broke out of Gwen's throat, shattering the silence, "Ooh, that feels good." Now wasn't the best time for it, but she was getting aroused.
"What does?" Ben asked in a husky––borderline mischievous––voice, "This (he pressed into her back with his palm), or this (he slowly and passionately kissed up her neck)?"
"Mmm, both."
That was the only thing he needed to hear, and to Gwen's surprise and delight Ben started working affectionately at her neck and lower back. As he breathed in her scent he became aware of his own growing arousal, hidden only by the fabric of his boxers and bed sheets. The soreness he felt now was terrible and he did his best to keep it from being noticed. Even if it was too painful to make love, he still wanted Gwen to be with him.
The shared body heat was getting to be a little much for Gwen, who very badly wanted to discard her shirt (at the very least). Reason kept her from doing so; she knew Ben was too bad off for any 'extracurricular activities'.
Almost as if reading her mind, Ben came back from her neck to give Gwen a quick, loving kiss on the lips, meanwhile both of his hands snuck up the bottom of her shirt. In one smooth and gentle motion, he pulled up and removed the offending material, leaving Gwen only in her lacy, black bra.
"We shouldn't do this, Ben. Not now," she said, not realizing the words were spoken out loud.
"You haven't been putting up much of a fight," Ben argued, lips curled upward.
"It's not like I don't want to… I do," she brought her soft hands to his face and stroked his cheeks, "but I don't want you to get hurt anymore today."
She could feel his strong arms wrap around her waist again, he locked his fingers behind her back. He wasn't giving up that easily, that wasn't the way he worked.
"Who said anything about getting hurt? If we go slow, I'll be fine."
"You know that never lasts," Gwen sighed, downtrodden, "one of us gets going and ends up fucking the other's brains out."
"We've never had a real reason to keep us going at a slower pace."
"Ya-huh! At my house, remember? My mattress always makes tons of noise, and every time we always say, 'keep it slow, keep it slow'. That's never gone to plan before… and that was with my parents in the house!"
It'll work this time," Ben chuckled and reassured Gwen with another kiss, "I'll be fine… and if I'm not, I can't blame you." He smiled that infectious smile, the one that got her every time, and this was no exception. Gwen felt her lips turn up and she shook her head. He had a point, they both wanted it, wanted to lose themselves for a short while in an erotic tryst, just forget about all the problems in the world and focus on more important things. If he stayed too involved in being a hero––even searching for Grandpa Max––he would eventually drive himself away from those he loved. Gwen had actually warned him of that a number of times their first summer together, and a couple of times recently.
"I love you, Gwen. Always."
"I love you too, Ben."
Despite his injuries, Ben managed to move with very little pain at this juncture, and if he felt any, Gwen sure didn't read any of it in his facial expressions or body language. She leaned toward him and he met her halfway, their lips grazed carefully at first. Light pecks gradually became longer, more sentimental, underscored with vigorous passion. His lips parted and his tongue gracefully swept into Gwen's mouth, dancing heatedly with her own probing tongue. Her teeth playfully bit down on Ben's lower lip when he pulled back to catch his breath, she suckled on it, moaning as she did. All the while, both her hands found their way to his chest and tugged at his skin.
Most teenaged girls would have long, talon-like fingernails that could do some serious damage, but not Gwen. Occasionally, she would get all dolled up and girly, but most of the time would be like Ben–– wearing tattered jeans and t-shirts, getting sweaty and dirty, but still able to have a good time. As such, her nails weren't painted or taken care of extensively, they were even shorter than her cousin's, and yet she still found a way to claw at him.
Arching his back as much as his body would allow, Ben groaned deeply. His cock hardened fully, still hidden from view. Though his excitement could still be seen, all the bed sheets managed to do was give a healthy outline of his length. This did not escape Gwen's attention.
"Someone's ready for more," Gwen smiled, letting her fingers trace over his covered shaft.
Fingers then unexpectedly prodded at her sex. A sharp inhale and unconscious clench of her fists (now grasping Ben's sides in a death grip) told Ben he'd found exactly the right spot. Both his ring and middle fingers pressed firmly against and moved deliberately over her crotch. Even through both layers of her clothing, he was able to feel her heat. Her clothing down there started to dampen.
"Somebody else is, too," Ben laughed and rolled his fingers around brought his palm over her cute, little butt. Another gasp from Gwen and Ben grabbed her rear tightly and ground her body against his groin. Keeping an even and slow rhythm, he pushed her back and brought her forward again. Both of their bodies responded; she grew wetter and wetter, ready to receive him, and he grew more rigid, ready to enter her.
But Gwen wasn't about to jump into that right away, she was going to take her time with him. In his state now, Ben would have no chance to argue.
This is gonna be fun!
First, she was going to start on him far away from his penis, which led her up to his ears. They were incredibly sensitive to her touch, and she could have him squirming for hours if she wanted to. Leaning down ever so slowly, Gwen made as if to kiss him, Ben even closed his eyes and parted his lips slightly, but veered off to the side of his face and wrapped her lips around his earlobe. Her tongue slid around it and flicked it around––merely teasing him.
He squirmed.
His lower half bucked once, trying to make sudden and much-needed contact with his lover's body. Ben wanted her now––he needed her. A burning sensation started around his lungs and ribs. Dammit, not now… slow down, calm yourself, let her do the work, he yelled at himself. Gwen chewed on his lobes now, her teeth grazed him at first, but now she bit down, tugging at them, breathing white hot breaths on the side of his face. His fists clenched and his cock throbbed, pitifully trying to find some method of release. Pre-cum beaded at the tip.
Finishing with the punishment to his ears, Gwen trailed her lips down Ben's neck with an assortment of kisses and licks. Only for a moment did she stop at his throat to give him a good sized hickey. Her trail of kisses continued downward, past his chest and abs. His hands ran through her hair and over back while he moaned in encouragement. As she neared his naval, she slid across his skin with her teeth. Ben was now writhing under her control. His cock jumped up and the upper side pressed against his belly, brushing along Gwen's face.
Crawling back on her hands and knees, Gwen let her lips wander the underside of his throbbing erection, breathing in and picking up his delicious scent as she did. Her right hand reached down and found its way to her panties, while her left grabbed the base of Ben's dick and held it upright, stroking it ever so gently. The beads of cum gathering at the tip caught her attention and she greedily lapped it up––barely touching his skin, which had him going more.
"P-please…," was all the teenager could muster before his eyes rolled back in his head. His body collapsed on the pillows behind him. God, all she had done was kiss and lick at him, and still he could barely contain himself. He couldn't keep his eyes off his angel as she played with him… she was absolutely gorgeous. He watched as her eyes looked up at him, Gwen smiled devilishly, and turned her attention back to his member as she took the tip of it fully in her mouth.
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