Stars pepper the night sky, casting a soft light on the small campsite near the Rustbucket. The air smells of pine and lake water, a tranquil contrast to the chaos of earlier. Ben, Gwen, Laura, and Max sit around a crackling campfire, the flames dancing and casting shadows on their faces.
Max sips from a thermos, his brow still furrowed. "Did you find anything, Gwen?"
Gwen adjusts her glasses, her laptop resting on her knees. "I've been scouring the internet for any recent news about the lake. Closures, unusual activity… nothing. It's like everything was normal until today."
Laura, ever vigilant, scans the perimeter, her senses on high alert. She doesn't say anything, but Ben can tell she's on edge.
What could have set it off? Ben thought. He thinks back to the original series, the episode flashing in his mind like a memory. In the TV show, the Krakken went ballistic because some poachers were trying to steal its eggs.
"Has anyone heard anything about the lake being closed off recently?" Ben asks, his voice cutting through the silence. "Like, for research or… anything?"
Max shakes his head, his gaze fixed on the flames. "I haven't heard a peep. I usually keep up with local news, especially anything involving this area. This lake's been a peaceful spot for years."
Gwen closes her laptop, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I walked around the docks earlier, talked to some of the locals. No one mentioned anything unusual. No closures, no surveys, nothing."
Ben frowns, the pieces not fitting together. "That's weird, right? Something had to trigger it. It wasn't just a random mood swing." But if it wasn't egg poachers or some other obvious provocation, then what was it? The question hung in the air, unanswered, a silent challenge in the face of the unknown.
"Alright," Ben says, pushing himself to his feet. "I'm gonna check out the lake tomorrow. I'll bring Jawleene, she's got those aquatic adaptations; she'll be able to tell if something's off."
Max rises too, his expression firm. "Hold on there, son. I appreciate the initiative, but no. This is too dangerous. You're not going anywhere near that thing alone, and Jawleene is not going either."
Ben's shoulders slump, but he nods in understanding. "Okay, Grandpa. I get it." He knows Max is just looking out for him.
With the Krakken discussion done, Ben's thoughts turn to his schedule. "Well, I'm gonna call Heartblast out here," he says.
Max and Gwen exchange a look, knowing what that means. Since receiving the Omnitrix, Ben has made a point to spend time with each of his summons. He figured it was the least he could do. Since Ben first summoned them, they have been conscious inside the Omnitrix, but they can't hear what is going on outside, but they can talk to the other aliens inside the Omnitrix.
Inside the Chaquetrix, time seemed to stand still. Or maybe it moved differently. Either way, it got boring, and the summons were always happy when it was their turn to get summoned.
A burst of pink light illuminates the clearing as Heartblast appears, her fiery form radiating heat. "Hi everyone!" she says, her voice bubbly and enthusiastic. She turns her attention to Ben, her tone softening. "Hey, Ben!"
Laura, ever observant, offers Heartblast a marshmallow from a bag she holds. "Here," she says, her voice soft.
Heartblast's eyes light up. She accepts the marshmallow, holding it out on a stick. With a focused burst of flame from her fingertip, she cooks it to a perfect golden brown, the sugary scent filling the air. "Perfect!" she exclaims. She then offers to cook marshmallows for the others, a wide smile lighting up her face.
"Yes, please!" Gwen says, handing her a marshmallow from the bag. She then says "Thanks."
Laura hands her one, saying a soft, "Thanks."
Max nods. "Don't mind if I do," he says with a smile, holding his marshmallow to the small fire. "Appreciate it, Heartblast."
Turning to Ben, Heartblast carefully feeds him a perfectly cooked marshmallow, her eyes sparkling. She revels in the simple act, enjoying the warmth and closeness.
Max watches the exchange, a knowing glint in his eyes. "You two are getting pretty close," he observes, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
Heartblast's cheeks glow brighter than her usual fiery complexion. She glances shyly at Ben, then snuggles closer, hugging his arm. "Yeah," she admits softly, leaning into him. "I really like being around Ben." She nuzzles his arm, her happiness evident.
The marshmallows were soon gone, thanks to Heartblast and her insistence on personally feeding Ben. With the treats devoured, Gwen, Laura, and Max start to tidy up the campsite, gathering discarded wrappers and extinguishing the fire.
Heartblast, though, had other ideas. "Ben," she says, her voice laced with playful suggestion, "wanna go for a stroll?"
Ben, never one to turn down an invitation, especially from Heartblast, grins. "Sure, why not? A little walk sounds good."
As they turn to leave, Gwen, Laura, and Max watch them go. Gwen couldn't help but overthink. The other girls have grown affectionate to Ben, but it seems that he is starting to reciprocate their feelings, at least with Heartblast. She knows that Ben would have to be careful to not hurt the feelings of the others. But, no, they're probably just going to hang out, like they usually do. She's just being paranoid.
Heartblast wastes no time in wrapping her arm around Ben's as they enter the woods. "So," she says, her voice taking on a more serious tone, "Jawleene told me what happened today."
Ben raises an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? She gives good gossip, huh?"
Heartblast giggles. "Well, she was mostly worried. And so am I."
Ben sighs. "I'm fine, Heartblast. Really."
"But you might not be!" Her voice cracks slightly, her grip tightening on his arm. "Ben, you're always risking your life to save other people. It's… it's scary. I couldn't help but worry that someday you might get seriously hurt."
They walked deeper into the woods, the dense trees filtering out most of the moonlight. The only source of light came from Heartblast, who glowed like a candle, and even that illumination was somewhat obscured by the leaves and branches. It was as if the forest was deliberately shielding them from the outside world, creating a space that was intimate and secluded.
Heartblast hesitates, her steps slowing. "There's something… something I need to tell you, Ben," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've been feeling this for a while now, and if I don't say it, I think I'll regret it."
Ben stops walking, his heart pounding in his chest. He senses the tension in the air, thick and heavy. "What is it, Heartblast?" he asks softly, his gaze meeting hers.
Taking a deep breath, she gathers her courage and meets his gaze. Her eyes, usually bright and playful, now hold a depth of emotion that Ben has never seen before. "I… I like you, Ben."
Without waiting for a response, she leans in and presses her lips to his.
Ben is taken by surprise, his mind reeling. But as he feels the warmth of her lips on his, the soft glow of her skin against his cheek, he finds himself surrendering to the moment. He closes his eyes and savors the kiss, returning it with equal passion.
The kiss lingers, a moment suspended in time, before they break apart. Heartblast's cheeks flush a vibrant orange, her usual confidence replaced with bashful unease. She looks away, fidgeting with the hem of her dark grey collar. "I… I shouldn't have done that," she mumbles, avoiding Ben's gaze.
Ben finds her sudden shyness endearing. A genuine smile graces his lips as he gently cups her chin, turning her face back towards him. "Hey, it's okay," he says softly. "I liked it."
Heartblast's eyes widen, hope flickering within their depths. "Really?"
Ben nods, his gaze sincere. "Yeah, really. I like you too, Heartblast. A lot."
Her face erupts into a radiant smile, her earlier embarrassment melting away like snow in a volcano. "You do?" she squeals, unable to contain her excitement. She fidgets again, then looks up at him with an innocently suggestive expression. "Can… can we do that?" she asks hesitantly, her voice barely audible.
Ben furrows his forehead in mock confusion. "Do what?"
Heartblast's blush deepens. "Wildgirl told me… about what you did. In the shower," she whispers, her gaze darting nervously around the woods.
Understanding dawns on Ben's face, a playful smirk returning to his lips. He leans closer, his breath tickling her ear as he whispers, "If you want to do that, Heartblast," his voice a husky murmur, "you should get on your knees."
Her eyes widen, and a gasp escapes her lips, the suggestive invitation sending a jolt of excitement through her. Without a moment's hesitation, she drops to her knees before him, her gaze fixed on his, anticipation and curiosity burning in her eyes.
Ben's breath hitches as he looks down at her, the moonlight filtering through the trees, casting her in a warm glow. He wastes no time. He undoes his belt, and his pants fall to his knees, revealing his hard cock.
Heartblast's eyes widen at the sight, her nether region moistening in anticipation. She reaches out a trembling hand, her fingertips gingerly tracing the length of his shaft. She can feel the heat radiating from her hands, a strange yet not unpleasant sensation that intensifies her curiosity.
"What do I do now?" she asks softly, her voice filled with a mix of nervousness and eagerness.
Ben smiles, his voice low and encouraging. He guides her hand, demonstrating the motion, showing her how to grip and stroke.
Her hand tightens around him, and she begins to move it up and down, her strokes tentative at first, then growing more confident with each pass. Ben groans, his eyes closing as pleasure courses through him.
"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Now, I want you to lick it. Suck it good."
Heartblast's eyes widen again, but she doesn't hesitate. She leans forward, her tongue darting out to taste the tip of his manhood. A shudder runs through her as she takes him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around him, her tongue dancing over his skin.
"Mmmph… [LICK]… [SLURP]… Ahhh… [SUCK]… [GULP]," she moans softly, her breaths growing heavier as she fully commits to the task. She sucks him deeply, her throat working, her hands continuing to stroke him from below.
Ben grips her head, his body trembling as he loses himself in the sensation. He can feel the heat building inside her mouth, intensifying the pleasure, making him throb with need.
"That's it, Heartblast," he pants, his voice ragged. "Suck me like you mean it."
He pulls back slightly, his gaze intense. "Now, use your breasts," he commands, his voice a low growl.
Heartblast tilts her head, confused, but then her rocky exterior begins to shift, the volcanic stone parting to reveal soft, rounded mounds with prominent nipples. She looks down at her new assets, a mixture of surprise and delight on her face. The flesh of her breasts feels warm, almost feverish, to the touch.
"Like this?" she asks hesitantly, cupping her hands around her breasts, offering them to him.
Ben nods eagerly, grabbing her breasts and guiding them, then pulling her closer, he positions himself so that her breasts are pressed against his cock, the heat intensifying as he rubs himself against them. At the same time, she increases her sucking, driving him wild.
"Mmmm… [SUCK]… [GLUG]… [SLURP]… [LICK]…" Her voice is muffled around his shaft as she works her mouth and breasts with practiced ease.
Ben can barely contain himself. His body is coiled tight, every muscle tense, as he teeters on the edge of climax.
"I'm gonna CUM!" he shouts, his voice filled with raw passion.
His hips buck, and he unloads, spraying his seed deep into Heartblast's mouth and all over her chest.
Heartblast swallows what she can, then leans back, gasping for air, her face and breasts covered in his essence. She licks some of it off her chest, savoring the salty, metallic taste. She feels a strange warmth spreading through her, her insides getting hotter with each passing second.
Ben collapses against the tree, panting, his body still buzzing from the release. "Damn, Heartblast," he manages to gasp out. "You're amazing."
But he's not satisfied yet. He wants more.
He points to a nearby tree. "Face the tree," he commands, his voice still rough with desire. "Stick your ass out."
Heartblast blinks, confused but compliant. She turns around, her newly formed breasts jiggling with each step, and places her hands against the rough bark of the tree. She bends over slightly, thrusting her curvaceous rear into the air. Her ass is surprisingly plump and round, her volcanic rock-like cheeks firm and smooth. A perfect canvas.
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