Chapter 1: The Green Light Trap
The city buzzed with life as Gwen and Ben wandered through the crowded streets, the absence of Grandpa Max hanging like a delicious secret between them. Seven days of freedom, seven days to play. Gwen’s mind wasn’t on the neon signs or the street vendors hawking their wares—it was on Ben, and the forbidden thrill she’d been craving since the last time she’d felt him inside her. He’d sworn never again, but Gwen wasn’t one to take no for an answer. She was a Tennyson, after all, and Tennysons got what they wanted.
‘So, what’s the plan, dweeb?’ Gwen teased, nudging Ben with her elbow as they walked. Her voice was light, but her eyes glinted with mischief. ‘Gonna play hero all day, or are you finally gonna loosen up?’
Ben rolled his eyes, adjusting the Omnitrix on his wrist. ‘I’m not the one who needs to loosen up, Gwen. You’ve been staring at me like I’m a damn snack since Grandpa left. What’s your deal?’
‘Oh, come on, Ben,’ she purred, stepping closer so her breath tickled his ear. ‘Don’t pretend you didn’t love every second of it last time. I can still feel you squirming.’
He flushed, stepping back. ‘That was a mistake. A weird, gross mistake. Never again.’
Gwen smirked, undeterred. ‘Never’s a long time, cousin. We’ll see.’
Their banter was cut short by a sudden crash down the alleyway. Ben’s hero instincts kicked in, and he spun toward the noise. ‘Trouble. Stay here, Gwen. Or better yet, hide. I’ve got this.’
‘Hide? Please, I’m not some damsel,’ she shot back, but she complied, slipping into the shadows of a nearby corner. Her eyes narrowed as she watched Ben fiddle with the Omnitrix, a flash of green light erupting as he transformed. She stifled a laugh when she saw the result—Grey Matter, the tiny, brainy alien. ‘Oh, this is too perfect,’ she whispered to herself, a wicked idea forming.
With no one around to see, Gwen slid her pants down her thighs, the cool air kissing her skin as she spread her legs wide. Her fingers dipped down, spreading herself open, her pussy already wet with anticipation. She bit her lip, casting a quick spell under her breath. A faint purple glow shimmered in the air, and she felt the magic take hold, pulling Ben—or rather, Grey Matter—toward her against his will.
‘What the—?!’ Ben’s tiny voice squeaked as he floated helplessly, flailing his little arms. ‘Gwen! What are you doing? Stop this right now!’
She didn’t answer, just grinned as he rounded the corner and saw her—legs splayed, fingers teasing her dripping entrance, her eyes locked on him with raw, hungry intent. ‘Hey, little guy,’ she cooed, her voice dripping with seduction. ‘Miss me?’
‘Gwen, no! This is insane! Let me go!’ he pleaded, his tiny form trembling as the magic dragged him closer.
‘Insane? Nah, this is just fun,’ she retorted, her breath hitching as she felt the first brush of him against her. ‘You’re gonna be right where you belong, Ben. Deep inside me.’
Before he could protest further, the spell tightened its grip, and with a gasp of pure ecstasy, Gwen felt him slip inside her, her pussy clenching around his tiny form. Her head tilted back against the brick wall, a moan escaping her lips as waves of pleasure rolled through her. ‘Oh, fuck, yes,’ she panted, her fingers circling her clit to heighten the sensation. She was sweating now, her body trembling with the rush of it all.
‘Gwen, damn it, let me out!’ Ben’s muffled voice echoed from within, desperate and angry. ‘This isn’t funny!’
‘Funny? No,’ she gasped, her voice sharp and commanding even in her bliss. ‘This is fucking hot. And you’re not going anywhere, hero. I’ve got a spell on the entrance—my pussy’s your prison now.’
She stood, adjusting her pants with a smirk, her body still buzzing with the thrill of him inside her. Time was short, and she knew it. With a flick of her wrist, she hurried the magic along, guiding him deeper, right where she wanted him—into her womb. Her legs shook as another wave of pleasure hit, her breath coming in sharp, horny gasps. ‘You’ve got questions, Ben? Good. I’ve got answers. But you’re gonna have to wait until I’m done enjoying this.’
Inside, Ben’s protests grew louder, but Gwen only laughed, her mind already racing with how she’d toy with him next. This was just the beginning.
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