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A Charmed Life	By : GrayNeko Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Views: 75606 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Foreword: For those of you just joining us, if you haven't read The Island Misadventures of Ben and Charmcaster then do yourself a favor and read it here, http://cartoon.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600094515 . It isn't really necessary but you might enjoy it.
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Charmcaster stood under the shower faucet, blessedly hot water washing over her body. The heat soaked into her, working at three days of bruises, sore muscles, and tension.
She ran her hands through her hair and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth in annoyance. Her hair was a mess of knots and tangles; it would take forever to brush them all out. The irritation she felt made her laugh softly, it was such a ridiculous notion considering she’d been fighting for her life less than an hour ago.
It was still hard for her to believe that she was standing naked in the shower stall of the Rustbucket. The square stall was just big enough for one person but as she studied its beige walls she thought that two could fit snuggly. It made her wish Ben was with her, their bodies pressing against each other as the water rained down on them.
Her hands travelled downwards as her mind drifted, a flush coming to her cheeks that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water. One hand cupped her right breast as the other slipped between her legs, her fingers teasingly sliding around the edges of her pussy. She massaged her breast as she slid two slick fingers into her pussy, beginning a slow rhythm. The water suddenly felt cool against her skin as her whole body grew hot and soft moans escaped her.
She leaned against the wall opposite the faucet as her legs weakened, her fingers working faster, pushing deeper into her. She squeezed her nipple between two fingers and her thumb gently brushed her clit before beginning to rub more vigorously.
She bit her lip to keep from moaning louder as the pleasure within her grew but as she worked her hands faster she couldn’t seem to peak. She jammed another finger into her pussy and twisted her nipple but there still seemed to be something missing. She let go of her breast as she pulled herself up and turned around.
The hot water washed over her back as she leaned forward, sticking her ass out into the air as she began to work at her pussy again. Her other hand reached back and slid between her ass cheeks, her middle finger toying with her puckered asshole. She was instantly rewarded with euphoric jolts that made her stomach jump.
She moaned into the wall as she slid fingers into both of her holes, the climax she desired quickly building. She was on the verge of fisting herself when she came, her entire body arching before sagging against the wall. She panted softly as she sat there with her forehead resting against the wall, basking in the heat of the water and allowing it to wash away her juices as they ran down her legs.
Just as she let out a sigh of contentment there came a banging on the bathroom door. Charmcaster jumped, her reverie broken as a voice called out to her.
“Charmcaster? Is everything alright?”
It was Gwen. Charmcaster gritted her teeth as she pulled herself up and shut the water off. She opened the sliding door of the shower stall and grabbed the towel that had been set out for her, wrapping it around herself so it covered her from thigh to chest.
She opened the bathroom door a little and found Gwen frowning up at her, her arms crossed.
“What do you want?” Charmcaster said, trying not to snap and failing miserably. She knew she shouldn’t be rude to Gwen but it was harder than she thought to resist the urge.
“I thought I heard you crying but I guess you’re fine,” Gwen said, barely acknowledging Charmcaster’s rudeness aside from a thinning of her lips. She hadn’t really expected anything less from the girl who had considered her a mortal enemy only a day before.
Charmcaster’s face felt red hot as a blush crept across her cheeks. She dropped her gaze as she fumbled for something to say.
“I’ve got some… really bad bruises that hurt now that I’ve got a chance to stop and feel them. Can you pass me my bag… please?”
Gwen’s expression softened as she was suddenly overcome with a mixture of surprise and compassion but it lasted for only a moment before one of her eyebrows arched in suspicion.
“Why do you need that?” Gwen asked, not one to simply hand over a powerful magical artifact without good reason.
“So I can put some clothes on. That is, unless you want me running around here in one of your cousin’s shirts?”
Her words forced an apologetic blush from Gwen and she had to struggle not to smile at the sight. Gwen disappeared from the bathroom door and returned a moment later, Charmcaster’s magical pouch in her hands. She offered the bag to her and Charmcaster tried to look gracious as she took it.
She made to shut the door but Gwen put her hand in the way.
“Whatever went on between you and Ben that made him trust you doesn’t mean I’m just going to let you walk around here like its completely normal.”
The glare the two shared would have withered anything caught between them. Charmcaster tried to close the door again but Gwen yanked it open. Just as it seemed as if they were going to start taking swings at each other Charmcaster let go of the door and turned away. Gwen stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips as Charmcaster held her bag in both hands.
It had been designed to look like a face, with a yellow button for an eye and two bits of leather forming an ‘X’ where the other was supposed to be. Even the teeth of its zipper mouth looked like little fangs. She ran her hand across the well worn and faded leather, a faint smile playing across her face.
Charmcaster let the towel covering her fall to the floor, pausing to enjoy the gasp of surprise from Gwen at the sight of her naked form. Then she raised her bag to eye level and pulled the zipper open.
Purple light flooded from the mouth of her bag, washing over her and blinding Gwen who threw her hands up and turned her head. It lasted only a moment but she was still blinking away the spots before her eyes as she looked back to Charmcaster.
Charmcaster was still there and no longer naked, but she wasn’t wearing her usual outfit either. Her one piece suit was gone, replaced by a dark violet wrap shirt with sleeves just short of her elbows and a v-neck that hinted at her bosom teasingly. Her pants were curve huggingly tight jeans that flared at the knee into bell bottoms. Instead of the leather boots she normally wore, purple, low heel, suede shoes poked out from under her bell bottoms, golden eyelets buckled over the toes.
As they both stared at her new outfit Charmcaster’s bag burped out one more piece of clothing that landed at her feet. Charmcaster picked up the magenta pile of knitted wool to find it was a sleeveless, hooded, sweater vest. It had an open front with wooden buttons the size of half dollars running down one side. Tassels at least six inches long dangled all along the bottom of the vest.
“That’s an interesting new look,” Gwen managed, still recovering from Charmcaster flashing her backside at her.
Charmcaster was quiet as she slipped on the vest and stared at her reflection, turning left and then right to watch as the various fabrics wrinkled and bunched and the tassels swayed with the movement of her hips. She almost asked Gwen if Ben would like these clothes but caught herself at the last moment and closed her mouth.
“So why the change?” Gwen asked, tilting her head as she leaned against the door frame, finding herself genuinely interested.
“I’m trying to start a better life, figured new clothes might help,” Charmcaster said, trying to sound convincing as she still watched her reflection. It may have seemed silly and vain but she felt like she didn’t really recognize the girl in the mirror. She could have stood there trying to reconcile with her reflection for a while longer but her stomach took that moment to lodge a protest, growling loudly and causing her to wince in sudden pain.
“Hungry?” Gwen asked from behind the hand raised to her face to cover her snicker.
Charmcaster nodded, “It’s almost been a whole day since I’ve eaten anything.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Gwen asked unable to keep concern from entering her voice before clicking her tongue in irritation. “I can already tell you’re going to be just as big a pain as Ben. Well, don’t just stand there, let’s get you some food.”
Charmcaster wasn’t sure why but Gwen’s words actually brought a grin to her face and as she glanced at the mirror one last time she found she was able to recognize the girl looking back at her.

***
“And then Charmcaster cast the spell and we wound up back here Grandpa,” Ben said as he finished recounting his and Charmcaster’s time on the strange island, with a few carefully omitted details.
Grandpa Max was quiet as he finished wiping most of the dirt off Ben and then began tending to the cut on Ben’s forehead. The sting of the peroxide made Ben wince every time but his grandfather had a deft hand when it came to bandaging up injuries. His silence wasn’t comforting to Ben as he sat at the picnic table of their campsite, drumming his fingers on the wooden bench.
“Will I need to go to the hospital?”
Max shook his head, “No, you were lucky. That monster’s claws glanced off your skull. You won’t need more than a couple of stitches and I can take care of them.”
Max reached into the small medical kit and pulled out some thread and a needle, Ben couldn’t help wincing at the sight of them.
“You handled yourself well from the sound of it Ben, I’m proud of you,” Grandpa Max said in an attempt to make Ben focus on something other than his impending stitches. It seemed to work as Ben smiled a little even though Max had already started the first stitch. It didn’t last though as a sudden sense of nervousness had Ben twitching and tapping his foot.
“Is there something else you wanted to talk about Ben?”
Ben’s foot froze mid tap and he cleared his throat as he tried to think of how to approach the subject.
“It’s about Charmcaster.”
Max was silent as he continued sewing up the cut on Ben’s head.
“You haven’t really told me what you think about her wanting to join us.”
“There, all done,” Max said as he finished the last stitch and cut the thread with a small knife.
“Thanks Grandpa,” Ben said quietly as he reached up to gingerly poke at the spot just above his left eyebrow and hissed at the flare of pain he felt. He turned from where he sat on the bench to look up at his grandfather expectantly. Max folded his arms over his chest as he looked down at Ben.
“Well, before I can tell you what I think, we need to discuss what happened between you and Charmcaster.”
Ben’s face grew red as he tried not to look surprised.
“What do you mean Grandpa?” Ben asked, his mouth dry with sudden panic.
“I mean how close the two of you seem to be all of a sudden. Clearly, surviving on that island was tough on you both and stress can do weird things to people, whether they’re children or adults. Throw in the pressure of life-or-death situations and emotions can run high, making things seem more real than they are.”
“Oookaaay,” Ben said hesitantly, both relieved that Max hadn’t figured out the true nature of his and Charmcaster’s relationship and confused by what he was talking about.
Max sighed as he sensed his grandson’s confusion. He set his jaw and his brow furrowed as he tried to speak simply while still stressing the importance of what he was talking about.
“Remember Xylene? When I was a Plumber we used to work together on very dangerous missions, missions we weren’t sure we’d come back from. The danger made us appreciate each other and we became… very close.”
“Oh,” Ben said, his face growing even redder as realization dawned on him.
“Yeah,” Max said, patting his grandson’s shoulder. “The feelings were still there when the danger was gone but they weren’t as strong, at least for me anyways. So if she decides to stay, however you feel about her I just want you to go slowly, be careful, and make sure that what you feel is the absolute truth.”
Ben nodded his head slowly as he let Max’s words sink in.
“Does that mean you’ll let her stay?”
“It’ll have to be her choice Ben, but, yes, we’ll give her a chance. I’ll go to talk to an old Plumber pal about checking her records and maybe making them disappear.”
Ben threw his arms around his grandfather, squeezing him tightly.
“Thanks Grandpa. She’ll stay, I know she will. Can I go tell her the good news?”
Ben jumped to his feet before Max could respond and sprinted for the Rustbucket. He leapt the steps into the camper with a single energetic bound and then froze in his tracks.
Gwen and Charmcaster were sitting at the dining table, eating and talking almost like it was completely normal. It was how Ben hoped things would be, dreamed even, but he hadn’t expected Gwen to be so readily accepting of Charmcaster’s presence. Charmcaster looked over her shoulder when Gwen’s gaze shifted beyond her and the small smile that played across her face at the sight of him banished any doubts his grandfather’s cautious words might have left him with.
“Let me guess, you’re starving too?” Gwen asked, arching a thin eyebrow at Ben.
Ben put a hand to his stomach and realized he was actually quite hungry.
“Now that you mention it,” Ben said, unable to help the smirk on his face.
Gwen sighed and rolled her eyes before getting up and brushing past him on her way to the fridge. She disappeared behind the door of the refrigerator as she began rummaging through it.
Ben sat down beside Charmcaster and tilted his head at the new clothes she was wearing.
“I like the new look,” Ben said quietly.
“Thanks. How’s your head?” Charmcaster said, nodding toward the stitches over his left eye.
“He’s fine. His skull is too thick for anything to do any real damage and even if something did his puny brain wouldn’t feel a thing,” Gwen said over the top of the fridge door as she continued putting together something for Ben to eat.
“Whatever dweeb,” Ben said as he shot Gwen a dirty look and then smiled, it felt good to be trading insults with his cousin again.
Charmcaster watched the both of them with a small smile, for the first time she realized just how close the two of them really were. They might insult and harass each almost every waking moment but beneath the squabbling was a very strong bond. Her left hand snuck across the seat to grasp Ben’s and he looked to her before giving her hand a squeeze.
He was so caught up in their little moment that he jumped when Gwen set down a plate and glass in front of him. His hand sprang away from hers underneath the table as he focused on the food before him.
Ben found a peanut butter and banana sandwich on his plate and even though it wasn’t cake it was the most delicious looking thing he’d seen in days. He grabbed the sandwich up in both hands and took a big bite out of it, the two different kind of sweet flavors meshing together wonderfully. He was so focused on consuming every last bit of it that he almost missed a question that Gwen had asked.
“So how did you end up wearing Ben’s shirt Charmcaster?”
Ben glanced toward Charmcaster and found a devilish glint in her eye as she looked up from her plate of Chinese food.
“Well you see Ben tore…”
Ben tried to speak so that he could tell his side of the story but the peanut butter had his mouth all gummed up. All he could manage was an unintelligible mumble before Charmcaster continued.
“… up the monsters that attacked me and after the fight he gave me his shirt once he saw how badly mine had been ripped up.”
Ben nearly choked with relief as Charmcaster lied and the small smile she wore told him she could tell how panicked he had just been. He tried to relax and continue enjoying his meal but it seemed Charmcaster was far from done.
Her left hand landed on his right leg and began working its way up his thigh. Ben shifted his leg to try to dissuade her but she just tightened her grip until it was almost painful. He tried coughing nonchalantly as he reached for the glass of milk Gwen had gotten for him but Charmcaster ignored him as she continued to play innocent while she finished her meal.
Gwen seemed unaware of the battle of wills going on between Ben and Charmcaster as she looked back and forth between the two of them.
“And just like that the two of you got along?”
“Not at all, the first day almost all we did was fight. But something about having to share a bed makes it hard to stay so adversarial.”
Gwen’s head snapped towards Ben, her arched eyebrows and thin frown painting the perfect demanding expression. Ben was quiet at first, mostly because he didn’t trust himself not to moan as Charmcaster’s hand reached his crotch and began massaging the area. He hoped she mistook the flush of his cheeks for embarrassment as he took another drink to give himself a moment to focus.
“It got very cold,” he said simply before cramming the last of his sandwich into his mouth just as Charmcaster gripped his hardening shaft through his pants. The moan that escaped him was muffled into little more than a grunt.
Gwen closed her eyes and placed the tips of her fingers to her forehead as she tried to process the information, her frown slightly less intense than before. Charmcaster took advantage of Gwen lapse of attention and shifted herself closer to Ben as her hand began to slowly and silently work the zipper of his pants down. Ben’s head had tilted back as his eyes nearly shut in pleasure but at feeling her pull his zipper down his head snapped back down and his eyes went wide.
“Geez Ben, if you’re falling asleep at the table you should just go to bed,” Gwen said as Ben’s sudden jump snapped her out of her haze.
“Yes! Sleep! That’s a great idea,” Ben said urgently as he slid to the edge of the seat and out of Charmcaster’s reach while trying to work his zipper back up without drawing any attention to it.
“Now that you mention it, I could use some sleep too,” Charmcaster said, giving Ben a long and heavy lidded glance as she faked a yawn behind her right hand.
Ben almost glared at her for being so obvious but Gwen seemed to be intentionally oblivious as she waved them off while stretching.
“Fine, there’s plenty of room back there. I’ll be up here on my laptop, I haven’t had a chance to relax since you both disappeared.”
Ben shoved his hands into his pockets so his erection was less obvious as he stood up and made his way to the back of the Rustbucket, Charmcaster a few steps behind him. Once they reached the wrap around couch that functioned as the lower of a set bunk beds Charmcaster sat down and looked to Ben with an arched eyebrow. Ben glanced over his shoulder at Gwen who was sitting at the table with her back to them and her laptop booting up.
Ben reached over her to grab hold of the curtains when he felt her tug at his pants. He glanced down and saw that she had hooked her fingers through one of his belt loops while her other hand grabbed at the zipper of his pants again. As he began pulling the curtains shut she did the opposite with the zipper. She tried to reach for his cock but he twisted away and slipped free of her grasp. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her cross her arms as she tried to decide between glaring at him or pouting. He managed a smirk as he finished pulling the other curtains shut, turning the back of the Rustbucket into a darkened cave.
Ben turned his back to Charmcaster as he reached for the privacy curtain. It was a heavy length of thick cloth that they rarely ever used, meant to divide the open space of the Rustbucket. He had it drawn halfway when the motor-home creaked and groaned as Grandpa Max stepped inside.
He glanced around the interior before his eyes landed on Ben.
“Hey Ben, going to bed already?”
“Yeah, we’re both kinda tired and I-” Ben’s voice suddenly rose an octave as Charmcaster slipped up behind him and reached into his pants, firmly grabbing his dick. She was hidden from view by the shadows and her groping was concealed by the curtain that Ben had nearly finished pulling shut. Only Ben’s reddening face was still in view and he tried to find his voice again as Max’s eyes narrowed.
“I… figured it would be easier for us to get some sleep this way,” Ben managed to get out despite Charmcaster nibbling on his neck and stroking his shaft.
Max was quiet for a moment, the pause filling Ben with dread that his body refused to heed as it continued to respond to Charmcaster’s sensual touch. Finally Max nodded.
“Sleep well then son. Gwen, look after the place, I’m heading into town to take care of a few things.”
“Sure thing Grandpa,” Gwen said as she slipped the headphones she had gotten out back on.
Ben watched Max leave before he finished pulling the curtain shut, enclosing the room in darkness. He expected Charmcaster to intensify her affections but found that as soon as they were shrouded in shadows she pulled away from him. He turned where he stood and had to wait for his eyes to adjust before he could see that she was sitting with her legs crossed and her hands resting on one knee. Her eyes betrayed the neutral expression she wore as they seemed to radiate angrily with what dim light there was.
“What’s wrong?” Ben asked softly as he stepped towards her.
She raised her hand and wordlessly beckoned him to come closer. He took few more steps before she motioned for him to stop.
“I don’t like being a secret,” Charmcaster said, her voice was soft but there was a blade-like edge to it.
“You’re not. Grandpa knows, or at least he thinks he does,” Ben said, his head dropping as he shifted his feet.
“Then why pull away every time Gwen comes close?” Charmcaster hissed, her hands clenching into fists.
“Because she’s trouble,” Ben growled back. “If she finds out we’re together she’s smart enough to figure it all out and tell everyone. They’ll try to keep us apart if that happens.”
Charmcaster stiffly leaned back into the couch in an attempt to remain calm despite her whole body being taut with boiling ire.
“Maybe I should make myself clear, I won’t be a secret.”
“But Gwe-”
“I don’t care if she finds out.”
The finality with which she spoke filled the room with silence for a moment before Ben inescapably nodded in acquiescence.
“Good. Now prove it,” Charmcaster said as she uncrossed her legs and held a foot out to Ben. He looked at her foot quizzically before she prompted him by rubbing it against his inner thigh.
Ben knelt and took her foot in his hands, slipping off her shoe. Charmcaster flexed her toes as Ben’s hands slid up to her ankle where he began to massage her leg. He pushed back her pant leg as he slowly worked his way up her leg and with every inch of skin he exposed he laid his lips to her flesh.
Charmcaster’s body seemed to deflate a little under Ben’s ministrations. His fingers were gradually draining the anger and tension from her body and every kiss excited her a little more. Her head fell back to rest on the cushion as she let out a serene sigh, her hands falling to either side.
When Ben reached her knee he could no longer push back her pant leg so he switched to her other leg and began the process all over again. He went teasingly slow as he worked his way up her other leg, and this time he added playful nibbles that caused her to twitch and shiver until she was purring.
As Ben reached her other knee his hands slid further up her leg until they reached the button on her jeans. Charmcaster watched with impatient anticipation as Ben undid the button and forced the zipper down by pulling on either side. Ben tugged and pulled, exposing fine silk panties of a dark purple, the crotch of which was shaped like a heart. Finally her jeans slipped free and Charmcaster’s creamy pale thighs were exposed along with the rest of her legs.
Ben inched forward on his knees so he could plant a kiss on her inner thigh, just above the knee. Charmcaster slid herself forward, inviting Ben toward her mound as dampness began to grow beneath her panties. Ben hid a smile against her leg as he continued his slow approach in his true stubborn fashion.
Charmcaster’s purr was almost a growl as he finally reached the peak of her thigh. Ben’s face hovered over her panties and as the heat of his breath washed over her she closed her eyes in blissful expectation. Instead she felt his lips at the bottom of her other thigh and her fingers clenched the couch as she fought the urge to scream at him.
Ben felt her tense and relented to her unspoken desire. His fingers slid under her panties and guided them down her legs until they joined her jeans on the floor. Charmcaster watched Ben with a distrustful pout as he neared her flushed lips but the moment his tongue touched her slit she threw her head back as an appreciative moan escaped her.
He probed her folds with his tongue but knew better than to exhaust himself with the endeavor now that he was no longer fumbling blindly. He pulled back for a breath as her juices began to flow more freely. As he reveled in the sight of her writhing and moaning in pleasure he noticed her asshole slightly agape instead of its usually puckered state.
Ben slicked his fingers in her juices as he worked to expose her clit from its hood and once he had revealed her sensitive organ he began to thoroughly ply his tongue to it. With his fingers moistened he prodded at her backdoor, testing it with the tip of his middle finger. Charmcaster gasped loudly at the unexpected penetration but her body responded enthusiastically as her back arched, forcing her ass down onto Ben’s digit. Encouraged, Ben began sliding his finger in and out of her ass as he rapidly flicked her clit with his tongue.
Charmcaster moaned through gritted teeth as she was rocked by a small orgasm. She panted almost uncontrollably as her vision swam, finding it nearly impossible to regain control of her senses as Ben continued to make her lower half melt with pleasure.
Her hands roamed her chest, fondling her breasts through her shirt and bra as she sought to bring herself to another, more powerful orgasm. It wasn’t enough and she soon had her shirt and bra pulled up so she could touch skin to skin. She kneaded the flesh around her nipples until they ached with stiffness and then she pinched them between her fingers.
Ben could feel the climatic tension building in Charmcaster’s body by how tightly her asshole gripped his finger and he responded by slipping another finger into her ass. In playful retaliation Charmcaster’s legs wrapped around Ben’s body, pinning him before her on his knees like a worshiper before an altar. Ben demonstrated his devotion as he brought his free hand from where it had rested on her hip to rub at her clit while he once more plunged his tongue into her folds.
Euphoria robbed Charmcaster of her senses, replacing everything she knew with a glorious moment of flawless bliss. As her vision cleared she became aware of a tingling sensation running up her legs. She managed to weakly lift her head to find the source of the not unpleasant feeling was Ben running his hands up her body.
As his hands continued past her hips she moaned, her overly sensitive body writhed and quivered to escape his teasing touch but lacked the strength to flee. Ben rose to his feet as he traveled up her body, drinking in each soft cry and moan that escaped her. To watch her be so lost in passion and to know that he could do it with a simple touch was intoxicating for Ben. His hands finally reached the summits they had been climbing towards and he firmly grasped Charmcaster’s ample breasts.
Charmcaster was somewhere between a whimper and a growl as she thrashed beneath Ben but he simply smiled down at her as he squeezed and fondled her tits.
“Have I proven myself?” Ben asked, his face hovering just above Charmcaster’s.
She tried not to throw her head back as he ran his fingers over her nipples but her whole body bucked at his touch.
“Yes, yes, god yes!” She whispered fiercely before finding Ben invading her mouth. Her own tart flavor was the first thing to register as their tongues entwined and wrestled. By the time he pulled away she was left gasping for air and only able to watch as he rose until he was standing straight once more. Her eyes followed his hands as they undid his pants and let them drop around his feet. His erection was straining his underwear and precum had stained the crotch entirely.
He leaned forward as he slipped his underwear down and his cock momentarily bobbed as it was freed from its constraints. Charmcaster bit her lip apprehensively as Ben guided his dick towards her ass but did nothing to dissuade him despite her body still going into fits at the slightest touch. Then without any warning Ben adjusted his aim and thrust himself into her pussy, grabbing her hips and slamming his cock into her.
All Charmcaster could do was mewl under Ben’s aggressive assault on her body. She couldn’t believe there was such a forceful side to him and it would have scared her if he hadn’t been looking at her with such warmth in his eyes. They were like burnished spheres carved from beryl, glowing with affection even as he pounded her cunt with the sexual fury of an animal. As long as Ben looked at her with those eyes she knew she couldn’t resist him.
“Ah… I ah… love you,” Charmcaster moaned into the air as Ben shifted one hand to her shoulder for better leverage.
Ben slowed his thrusts as he leaned forward until he was face to face with Charmcaster. They stared at each other in silence for a moment before Ben pressed his lips to hers. She moaned into him as he forcefully drove his dick into her only to pull out painstakingly slowly. After only a few thrusts she broke their kiss as she threw her head back in desperation, only to find Ben’s voice in her ear.
“If you love me then you’ll tell me where you want me to come,” he said before nibbling on her ear lobe.
“My ass! I want your cum in my ass!” Charmcaster begged as she ran her hands over Ben’s face and through his hair before pulling him into a frantic kiss. Ben shoved his tongue into her mouth, invading it eagerly as he hooked his hands behinds her knees. In one swift motion he pulled out of her, earning a soft cry of displeasure from Charmcaster, and raised her ass until her twitching asshole was on display.
Ben managed to get the tip to rest against her hole but it kept slipping every time he tried to push forward, earning cries of frustrated yearning from Charmcaster. Obstinately, Ben lifted Charmaster’s ass a little higher and spread her legs farther apart, stretching her almost painfully. It was all worth it as his cock speared her asshole and Ben slammed his hips against her ass, burying his dick to the hilt.
Charmcaster didn’t have time to savor the sensation as Ben once more lovingly attacked her with a furious energy. She gripped the couch to steady herself and soon found herself thrusting her body forward as Ben pistoned into her. He was so close to that spot in her ass, that strange little spot that could bring her to an incredible orgasm, it was just out of reach. He wasn’t going to reach that spot on his own so she decided to take action.
Charmcaster turned onto her side, causing Ben to pause as she lifted her left leg out of Ben’s hand and rested it on his shoulder. She pulled her right leg close to her chest as she finished shifting her weight and then extended so it lay between Ben’s legs.
“Well, are you going to just stand there or are you going to fuck me?” She said challengingly.
Ben smiled down at her and if not for his eyes she would have thought the smile he wore vicious. He gripped her leg in both hands, pulling it tightly against his body and forcing her into a kind of split that spread her ass cheeks apart. When Ben drove his cock into her ass, she felt the wonderful stirring sensation as his dick reached further than it had before.
Ben’s pace quickened and Charmcaster threw her head back as his cock head rapidly pressed against the spot. She gasped as Ben leaned forward to grab a handful of her breast, bending her leg to an agonizing angle she hadn’t thought she was capable of. Stretched as she was Ben was able to slam his dick even farther into her ass and Charmcaster could do nothing but moan as Ben pounded her.
She began to stiffen as she approached another orgasm and from the sound of Ben’s labored breath, he was almost ready as well. She grabbed his hand that was squeezing her breast and pulled it off her, entwining their fingers as she did. Charmcaster’s grip suddenly tightened as Ben slammed into her with a grunt of effort.
She wasn’t sure who came first but as the tremors of her orgasm faded she became aware of Ben panting softly above her and she could feel the faint spasms of his dick in her ass. Ben lowered her leg back down, letting it slump to the floor half-numb as he leaned forward and kissed her neck, starting on one side and working his way over to the other. Chamrcaster tried to push him off of her but he refused to budge, instead giving her hand a tender squeeze.
“Do you want the shower first?”
Charmcaster grew red as the question made her think of her fantasizing from earlier.
“Why don’t we take one together?” She asked enticingly, unable to resist the urge to see how far she could tempt Ben. She watched as Ben wrestled internally before the loud shutting of a door made him jump. He looked over his shoulder as silence followed and then stood up, causing Charmcaster to shiver as she was robbed of his body’s heat.
Ben pulled up his underwear and pants before moving quietly towards the privacy curtain. He peaked out of one side and saw that the rest of the Rustbucket was empty, Gwen’s laptop was still at the table but she was nowhere in sight. That’s when Ben heard water running from the bathroom to his right.
“Gwen?”
“What?” Her voice was faint as he heard water splashing, and if he didn’t know any better she sounded like she was sick.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m… fine… but I think I’m going to go for a walk, get some fresh air,” she said, sounding stronger with each word.
“Okay, have fun with that,” Ben said before ducking back behind the curtain. He waited to until Gwen left the bathroom and the door of Rustbucket closed with a bang before turning to Charmcaster. She sat on the edge of the couch, her bra, shirt, and vest on the floor with the rest of her clothes. He felt a stirring in his loins at the sight of her completely naked form. “That shower sounds like a good idea.”
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