Okay, before we start, just some clarification. Unlike my 'Hinata Rapes Naruto' fic, which was a well meaning smut fic based on the comic wherein Hinata takes advantage of an unconscious Naruto, and Naruto is fine with upon waking, and it's only still considered rape because, while unconscious, Naruto could give no consent, this fic is meant to be a spiritual successor to Savage Encounters with a Wolf-hog. Now, to address the straw-men I've created to prove my point.
Sinful, doesn't this break two out of your three big rules? Isn't this both torture porn (breaking rule one) and pedophilia (breaking rule two)? Have you given up on this rule? Will your next fic have necrophilia? What's going on? When are you going to finish Stories that Should Have Been and The Fox's Harem?!
No, and here's why. A: Torture porn and rape are not the same thing. Rape is forced sex. Torture porn is, well, torturing a character is a non-erotic way and getting an erotic thrill from it. It's snuff, which I absolutely fucking refuse to write for under a million dollars. B: Pedophilia is a older character fucking a younger one, Ben and Gwen are not only within the same age group, they're the exact same age down to the fucking day, born perhaps a few seconds part by sheer coincidence. Oh, and C: Probably never. Now, with that all cleared up, allow us to begin.
Gwen ran through the forest, hoping and praying that she had already outran her cousin. She had done a lot of stupid things in the past, she now realized and admitted to herself, but she could think of no bigger mistake than what she had done now. Only minutes ago she had been feeling so sure of herself, so above everyone and everything, most certainly above Ben. And now here she was, running through the forest, no pants, burned burned, and terrified for her life.
It had just been a normal, everyday argument. It shouldn't have meant anything. Ben had had a chore to do, he hadn't done it on time, he had tried to rush and do it before Grandpa Max got back, and he had botched it up. Nothing out of the ordinary. Gwen had started mocking him for it like usual, and he had blown up back at her, Gwen's berating him having finally gotten too much on his nerves for him to actually deal with anymore.
And yet Gwen hadn't noticed that anything was wrong with him or different from the norm, and so she had simply raised the level of her own insults to match and surpass him, taking it as a challenge. She hadn't realized that, while she had seen the argument as a verbal game of chess, Ben had seen it as a gladiator battle, and his emotions only grew more and more volatile as the argument escalated in intensity until they were screaming at each other.
And that was dangerous game to play against a boy wearing a watch that could let you in ten different ways. She hadn't called him despicable things, to the point that, even if Ben weren't trying to kill her at the moment, she would be regretting what she had said with all of her emotional energy. At the moment, the only thing stopping her from sobbing was the fact that Ben was, in fact, currently trying to kill her.
Ben landed in front of her. He had chosen the form of Heatblast, and his body was burning brightly in front of her. Gwen whimpered at this, knowing that she would be dead before she could even say her last words. Ben raised his hand, which glowed intensely with heat that made Gwen feel like she was closing in on the sun, "Give me one reason not to roast you right now." He demanded angrily.
And now Gwen started to get optimistic, as now she could buy time, as there was now a way to talk her way out of the situation. She dropped to her knees, bringing her hands together in a pleading gesture, "P-please Ben, I-I'm so sorry, I take it back, all of it I swear! Please, please let me make it up to you, I'll do anything, anything at all!" She pleaded for her life.
"Anything?" Ben questioned, raising one of Heatblast's molten looking eyebrows. Gwen nodded, thanking every deity she could recall that Ben was being reasonable with her, just goes to show the value of the diplomacy check. "Anything at all, just name it." Gwen said earnestly, willing to do anything to avoid meeting a fiery end of her life.
"Open your mouth." Ben ordered. Gwen hesitated for a moment, but for a moment before opening her mouth willingly, not needing to know why Ben wanted her to do it in order to know that it would help her avoid being killed by it. She was caught off guard when Ben grabbed her head, revealed a stiff, molten cock, and thrust hard into her mouth.
His hands here hot, but he was controlling his own heat enough to make his hands not actually do any real damage. His cock however was scorching the inside of her throat as he began pumping all eight inches in and out of it at a fast pace, making her gag and whimper in pain at the same time, an odd mix and one she had not been expecting to experience today.
Ben put his other hand on her head, pulling it hard against his hips as he thrust forward harder, her face smacking against his hips as he skull fucked her with all his might, hilting himself inside her throat and cumming, releasing a wave of unbelievably boiling cum that Gwen was forced to swallow to do how deeply Ben had been fucking her throat before he pulled out.
Ben threw Gwen to the ground, burning off her panties, forcing her legs apart, and slamming his burning cock into her pussy hard, breaking through her hymen in one thrust with almost no effort at all. "Here's what's gonna happen," Ben grunted as he thrust into Gwen, he was tearing up in pain, gritting her teeth, and gripping the grass beneath her in pain from the volcanic cock fucking her tight, formerly virgin pussy, "For the rest of the summer, you're like slave. You do what I say, how I say, when I say, even when it means fucking." Ben hilted himself deep inside of Gwen's cunt, releasing another load of sweltering hot cum, "Especially when it means fucking. Understood?"
Gwen, reluctantly, nodded, making Ben smile as he reverted to normal Ben and continued to fuck her in his normal body. Gwen groaned, not resisting. She knew the rest of her summer would be a long and painful one, but at least she would be alive to see all of it, even if she was tired, sore, and drenched from head to toe in alien cum.