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Co-Written by GhostKaiser23
Disclaimer: Do not own Ben 10
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
And we are back with another OneShot! I hope you all enjoy it! We have another Krystal one as well! Don't worry, we do have other ones planned. This one in particular was suggested by a guest on James' Harem 2's second arc's finale... Chapter 50 of James' Harem 2
This is another one based on the Another World arc of Krystal's Harem.
"What if Wes managed to kidnap Krystal during their first encounter?"
This one is called "What if? Reaper" because this Krystal basically becomes "Reaper Krystal"... hope you all have fun
Tennyson Harem Saga One-Shot
What If? Reaper
We find ourselves on a barren planet... Where a girl came crashing down, hard, onto the ground "Argh!" The girl screamed in pain and grunted in pain as she crawled out of the crater she had made.
Behind her a dark looking man walked out of a portal as she passed out, a red light flashing on her neck "Oh, Krystal. Why're you running?" The dark-looking man asked as he slowly walked out. He had dark brown, almost black hair; green eyes much like the Tennyson green eyes most of her brothers and sisters had. Light tanned skin, almost olive skin-tone, wearing a black tattered cloak with green lining. Under the cloak he wore a black shirt which had a stylish band picture on it, black rock star pants and some stylish shoes
Krystal crawled out of the hole and turned her head back, snarling as she tried to get away from him. Krystal had short blue hair, green eyes and scuffed skin from the fall, wearing a blue jacket and black shirt with blue trousers. On her left hand was a blue gauntlet with an hourglass symbol on a watch-face and a red watch embedded into her neck. She gasped and passed out, going limp
"I guess this place is toxic to you. Don't worry. I'll look after you." The man spoke, as he approached her.
*Time Skip*
Krystal groaned as she slowly woke up, looking around as she saw a metallic room's ceiling and felt a quilt covered around her. She jerked awake in fear as she thought she was in a prison... but it wasn't. It was an empty room with only the bed in.
"Where... Where AM I?" Krystal crawled out of bed, looking around her as she tried to get her bearings. But she felt like a tonne of lead, that fall must've taken more out of her than she realised. 'Okay, let's think. I should be the only one here. Right?' She asked herself. She thought back.
Someone had came through the portal at her families home, the Multiverse portal being used so someone could sneak in. For some reason the Nemitrix freaked out and she instinctively transformed into a predictor alien, loosing all control of herself. Then her family had to knock her out... And this guy retreated with her
"What's going to happen?" Krystal panicked as she looked around, trying to get her bearings when the door suddenly opened and the guy from earlier walked in carrying a tray of food
"Oh, you're awake." The man spoke calmly. "That's good. I was worried for a minute."
"Who the hell are you?!" she snapped
"I am Wes Tennyson." he replied
"Wes? You're? You're one of my siblings?" Krystal backed up and fell down again onto the floor.
"Yeah. I am." He nodded "From an alternate reality."
"And you've been hunting me down." Krystal glared "Or targeting me or whatever."
"I'm taking you off the board, sister. So I can seek justice."
"'Justice'? What're you getting at?"
"I am the son of the one your dad calls Reaper Ben."
"Reaper." Krystal whispered as she heard that name. A dark and deathly shudder went up her spine. "Y-You can't be."
"Don't try and leave either." he pointed out "I'm not going to hurt you but this world is toxic. All life outside this base dies."
"Is that why it's a wasteland? And this... 'bunker' is the last hospitable location?" Krystal asked
"Exactly. This is my father's home world." he nodded
...
"Oh god." Krystal backed up. 'I'm going to die here.' In her panic she turned into Speed Queen and raced off
Wes sighed heavily and rubbed the back of his neck. "I wish she wouldn't do that." He frowned
*with Krystal*
Krystal ran as fast as she could, running around the establishment. It was massive. Room after room, stairway after stairway... it was insane. And eventually she just... Left the facility, running as fast as she could.
This couldn't be real!
As she ran, running on and on, as far away as she could, she felt her life leaving her. Falling to her knees as she began to choke.
"Krystal!" a voice called from her Omegatrix as a black and blue figure emerged from the transformation device
"Sh-Ship." Krystal wheezed as she felt her mind fade out
"Crap!" Ship hissed before she took over, wrapping around Krystal's legs and encouraging her body to run
"Come on, we've got to go." And directed her to the only safe location. Back to... that place
Luckily, or unluckily, the door was open for them, as Wes saw the pair run inside and collapse on the floor.
"Get that our of your system?" he asked, brushing Krystal's hair
Krystal groaned and felt like she was about to pass out again. 'Krystal.' Ship thought sadly "What are you going to do?" Ship snarled at Wes
"Getting her to bed." Wes answered. "I want her alive." He picked her up and carried Krystal through the facility as Ship glared
"For what? Some sick slavery BS?" she hissed
"No. Nothing like that." Wes answered. "I just want her to listen. Please rest. "
"I'm still keeping my eye on you." Ship answered as they went back into the room where Krystal was tucked in.
*time skip*
Krystal was standing against a wall, looking out through a reinforced window as she looked out at the desolate world that Wes inhabited. From what she has gathered this guy was the son of Reaper Ben and a version of Kai Green, the Kai from the world of Ben 10,000. And his mother had passed away recently
"I guess things aren't black and white with him." Ship frowned, talking to Krystal.
"Doesn't excuse him though." Krystal frowned. "I still see a lot of 'Reaper' in him."
"Right." Ship nodded in agreement
"Ah, sister. You're awake." Wes smiled as he just entered the room without care, this being the eleventh day since she arrived
"Bringing me lunch, Wes?" Krystal asked, having figured out the 'time of arrival' with him.
"You need your strength." He answered "I don't want my darling sister getting sick."
"Why are you being so nice?" Krystal inquired. "Your dad was a murderer and from what I heard from Dad, your mother wasn't a saint."
"So? -You- are my sister. My mother raised me to cherish family." Wes replied "She raised me by herself and... I must say, I've never known my only true sibling was so gorgeous."
...
Krystal deadpanned as she heard that. 'S-Seriously?' She stammered internally.
"What? You are." Wes blinked, acting like a gentleman... Or at least as much of one a psycho could
Krystal scratched the back of her head in worry and concern. Did this guy like her?
"Eat up, I made it Special." he assured
Krystal glared at him, before looking at the meal. A combination of fresh vegetables and salads. It didn't look poisoned. "Thank you."
"Anything, any time." he nodded and left
"Ship... Where does he get these?" She wondered as she began to tuck in...and it tasted good.
"I'm not sure." Ship shrugged "This place is Mechamorph proof. I can't merge with any of it. And I haven't seen anything that looked like a farm in our travels of this place."
"God... Where does this food come from? Does he grow it himself? Is there a garden here?" She asked as she ate. "Hmm. Potatoes."
"... Krystal, you okay?" Ship blinked as Krystal ate
"Um. Yeah, I think so. Why?" Krystal asked, a mouth half-full in response
"You're eating like an animal and... Look at your shirt and pants."
"Huh?" Krystal did as she was told and noticed her nipples where hard and visible through her shirt while her crotch was literally soaked through "The hell?!" She panicked, covering her breasts and crotch. "I-I don't-! What's going on?" She covered herself, blushing like mad, and had to suppress a moan as heat filed her body "He spiked the food with an aphrodisiac?"
"I don't know what to do!" Ship panicked.
"Fuck me~" Krystal moaned "Fuck me before he comes back and does whatever the fuck he was planning!"
"Okay, I understand." Ship nodded, forming out of the Omegatrix and formed a humanoid form, quickly growing a 'cock' and pushed inside of her partner.
"-AH~-!" Krystal moaned as she felt her penetrate her sopping wet pussy. She had pulled her shorts down, letting them drop to he knees. She hugged Ship close, kissing her lovingly as they moved against each other
'I'm here, Krystal. I'm right here.' Ship thought as she fucked her.
*time skip*
SLAM!
"WHAT?! THE FUCK?! WAS THAT?!" Krystal snapped
Wes backed up in worry. "Wh-what was what?"
"The fucking shit you put in my food to make me horny! What the fuck was that about?!"
"Ah. That." He frowned as he removed her hands from him "Simple. Because I love you and I knew you needed the push."
"You? You "love" me?" She glared. "'Needed a push'? Why?"
"Because you don't realise you love me to." he said seriously and showed a watch on his wrist. His own Omnitrix. It was a strange looking device attached to his wrist, unlike any shed seen before. The watch-face had finger-bone grips holding it in place, the strap itself looked to be made of wrought iron and barbed like fencing-wire, its strap looked like an octagonal nut. The faceplate seemed to be cracked but not broken, like it was an aesthetic design.
"Your own Omnitrix? It looks like an edgelord's design." Krystal responded
"Hey, I made it using scraps!" he huffed
"You want me to 'love you'?" Krystal asked, glaring at him, though... she felt a blush on her cheeks.
"Yes. So, how about a bet? My oh so beautiful and lovely cousin." she smiled
"I'm listening." She responded, thinking she could remain stoic and strong in her resolve.
"Let's fight. Tetramand against Tetramand. One on one. You win, I send you home. I win, and we get married." he said calmly
Krystal rubbed her Matrix and nodded. "You better not cheat."
"I won't." He answered "And you better not either, no Mechamorph help or Nemitrix weirdness."
"Damn it all." Ship frowned.
"Ship, lock the Nemetrix." Krystal frowned, trying to be fair.
"That might lock me inside." She answered
"Just stay in there for an hour." she encouraged
"Alright." Ship nodded and locked the Nemetrix with her inside.
"Come on, we can do this in the training room. It should handle it." Wes said cheerfully as he walked off
"Fine." Krystal answered bitterly and followed. 'I won't lose!'
"Rules are simple. First unable to move, revert to human or surrender losses. Agreed?" Wes stated as they entered a rather large room
"Agreed." She nodded as they both turned into Tetramands at the same time.
In a flash Wes had changed into a rather... Strange Tetramand. He looked like a Tetramand... But not at the same time. The nine foot tall alien had deep purple skin and four arms, each arm being bulky and powerful. He had a series of black 'plates' that looked like organic armour going down his arms and plated over his hands in small segments. Unlike a normal Tetramand his legs looked in proportion with his body, just as large and bulky as the rest of him. He had several spikes of bone jutting out of his back, the Antitrix placed in his upper right shoulder. He had six eyes instead of four, all a bright glowing purple and organized in a sideways hexagon. He had several large fangs jutting out of his jaw, some black plated spikes jutting out of the top of his head like a crown
"Oh... Son of a bitch." Krystal gulped nervously as she had transformed into Amazon. She grew in a flash of blue, the female Tetramand taking her stance. She was wearing black leather, metal padded gladiator attire, going bare-footed, E/F-Cup breasts held back by her armour and muscular as all heck. A tall, towering form of muscles and curves with long flowing blue hair done up in a high ponytail
"You are gorgeous." Wes complimented as he punched his fists together
"Shut up, Wes!" Krystal glared, getting ready to fight.
"Computer! Start a ten count down." Wes said seriously
Counting down from ten seconds.
A robotic voice spoke up
Ten. Nine. Eight.
Krystal and Wes got into position, glaring at each other.
Seven. Six. Five. Four.
"Don't be upset if you lose." Wes spoke
Three. Two.
"I won't." Krystal stared daggers.
One. Zero.
The two ran at each other and clashed with their fists into the other's.
Krystal yelled in pain, stumbling back and hosing her arm "What... The hell?!" she hissed in pain
"My Tetramand's armour is tougher. Evolved to a point." Wes informed her "I am basically the apex alpha of the species. A Tetramand who is designed to outclass other Tetramands. I am basically a Tetramand Super Solider."
Krystal snarled lightly and rushed forwards, using a series of rapid attacks she had learnt from her mother Looma. Krystal's fists and kicks connected on Wes' body, though he didn't seem to be taking much damage, before he slapped her away She roared as she jumped high and gave a powerful kick... And he grabbed her ankle. Krystal gasped as she was lifted over his head and suddenly slammed down into the floor.
CRASH!
She grunted in pain, before she was lifted again and slammed repeatedly.
CRASH!
THUD!
CRASH!
THUD!
THUD!
THUD!
"Urgh..." She groaned. She was then holstered into the air... And pulled into a bear hug from behind. Wes used his lower arms to pin her four arms to the side while also crushing her a bit, meanwhile he used his upper arms to taunt her as he grabbed her breasts and began to play with them
"Do you give in yet?" he purred into her ear
"N-No." She panted, feeling horrified that she was being used as a frigging rag doll.
"Okay then. I'll have my fun." he snickered and squeezed her even tighter, meanwhile pulling at her nipples painfully
"HNN!" Krystal gasped as she was being erotically played with. And that damn aphrodisiac she ingested was making it worse. It wasn't all out of her system!
Feeling such a strong muscular body against her back, dominating her Tetramand body as she was being beaten and forced to feel pleasure. Juices flowed down her well muscled thighs... And then she felt it, the massive hardness rubbing against her ass!
"Give up?" he grunted into her ear, slowly moving his hips back and forth while giving one powerful squeeze of his arms
"N-Nah~!" Krystal panted, institutionally rubbing her ass against his cock "YES!" she screamed, her pussy suddenly cumming. The crotch of her outfit becoming more than soaked through as her juices sprayed out like a fucking sprinkler. She hadn't meant to surrender, she just felt so good the word slipped out! But she couldn't take it back, her four eyes rolled into her head as she came like some whore while being crushed and played with
Wes smiled and kissed her passionately which shocked her and made her gasp in horror as she realised what she had said... But she couldn't resist now, bee body wouldn't let her if she did! As a female Tetramand, giving up... Her body accepted it. She belonged to him "Not now." Wes commented as he broke the kiss, both of them turning back to their human forms... And Krystal sprinted off like a cat with a fire in the end of her tail "Give her a few days." he smirked
Krystal ran into her room, panting heavily, clawing at her neck...and felt her body heat up.
WUM WUM WUM
The Nemitrix was glowing, screaming at her as she fell onto her bed and hugged herself! It was like she was being tortured, trapped in a sauna with the door locked. And the sauna was inside her body, inches from her skin
WUM WUM WUM
She couldn't hold it back. She wanted to 'burn'. Her instincts went wild as she wanted to breed. She literally ripped her clothes off as she fell out of her bed and began to finger herself
WUM WUM WUM
'F-Fuck! Damn it.' She thought, rubbing her clit as ferociously as she could, just to scratch the itch. She wouldn't give in, she wouldn't! She wouldn't!
*time skip*
"I still can't believe I lost." Krystal whispered as she sat in her bed, hugging her legs the next day
"It's not your fault Krystal." Ship soothed
"It is." Krystal answered sadly. "How can I be a hero here?"
"I..." Ship blinked "We just have to find a way home. I know we can."
Krystal remained silent. True, the thought of going home was tempting, but her mind she wanted to stay. Her body was craving...
'No!' she told herself angrily 'I won't fall for this!' She thought. 'I can fight it!'
Grumble
'Damn it, I'm hungry again.' She thought before she heard a knock at the door "What?" she snapped
"I've brought you something to eat." Wes spoke. "You must be famished."
"No." she huffed
grumble
...
"Maybe a little." She frowned.
"I'll leave it out here." Wes spoke and put the tray down.
"Huh?" Krystal whispered and blinked softly
"Krystal. Please. I don't want you to starve. You're my wife. I want you to trust me." He answered "Please eat." he added before walking away
Krystal frowned, before opening the door and saw the near-identical meal from yesterday. Thinking this was the only thing that could grow here, she took it inside reluctantly "I don't trust him." she said simply
"Neither do I. But you need your strength." Ship answered
Krystal nodded and began to eat "Hmm. 'S good." She mumbled as she ate and she ate and ate and ate. Her thoughts drifting to Wes as she did. She felt warmer, safe, more... passionate towards him. The words he said to her 'his wife'.
Her imagination began to wander. Thinking about him as he finished a round of training. How he looked, glistening in sweat, showing off his abs and muscles...how 'Adonis-like' he looked
"No! No!" she muttered to herself, catching herself drooling
"Krystal!" Ship panicked. "That damn food!"
"I-I want!" Krystal frowned, wiping her drool away. "Ship. Please!"
"Okay, don't worry." She nodded, forming her humanoid self again. She got between Krystal's legs and spread them, pushing her tongue into the girls vagina
"Ah! Yes! Right-right there! Yes~!" Krystal moaned happily as she held her head. Was this going to be every day?
*Time Skip*
It was a week later, Krystal was eating the salad once again, eating healthy but also becoming hornier and hotter for Wes.
She couldn't believe it was like this. She was horny almost 24/7, it was rare she didn't feel soaked and desperate. She had stopped wearing her pants because of how soaked and ruined the later. And she stopped wearing her bra for a different reason but a much more simpler one, it was hurting her constantly hard nipples
So she was only wearing her panties and shirt only
"Krystal, maybe you should go get some exercise? It might help get your mind off this stuff." Ship commented
"And go where? Everywhere I go. I see him." Krystal frowned
"I-I don't know, I'm sorry." Ship flinched
"Not. Not your fault. I just. I'm just so frustrated!" She answered, rubbing her slit under her panties "He just... he won't leave my mind. My body refuses to let me forget him. It just... I... Ship, have I been lying to myself my entire life?"
"What do you mean? That you're not a lesbian?" Ship asked in shock
"I... Did just jumped into this." she muttered "When I fell for TwoTwo I just decided I was a lesbian. Was... I lying to myself? If I liked women... Why do I feel like this?"
"Krystal, it's the salads. You're eating something that's making you think you like him." Ship answered. "You're still you."
"I don't even know who I am any more." She mumbled
"You. Are. Krystal Tennyson. That's who you've always been." Ship answered
Knock
Knock
"Can I come in?" Wes' voice spoke through the door.
"Fuck off!" Ship hissed
"Are you sure?" Wes responded, sounding worried.
"Yes! Fuck off!" Ship snapped back.
"Krystal?" he asked, for her to answer
"Y-Yes?" She responded nervously, not wanting to open the door just yet.
"Are you okay? You have been locked in there for a week straight. That isn't good for you body. Feel free to use the gym. I'll leave a map to it by your door. I won't be in there from 10 in the morning until 8 AM the next day so you can use it as much as you want without worrying about seeing me if that's why. I don't want my wife ruining her body out of neglect, you are too perfect for that." he said before he walked away
Krystal grabbed her pillow and screamed into it, she didn't know what to do. He was being so nice... but he was a killer.
He kidnapped her! He trapped her!He drugged her! He forced her into that fucked up competition to 'win' her! He had her questioning her very existence!
And yet... he was so nice and charming! He was like a little kid who just needed love and kissed by his mummy!
'That son of a fucking bitch!' She screamed into her pillow, though it was muffled. 'What am I going to do?'
*time skip*
Krystal was now wearing almost nothing. Ever since Wes gave her that timetable and map, she had to keep herself busy... and with this food, she was hornier than a stud-rabbit on an aphrodisiac. She literally only wore a shirt now, besides the semi-see-through black thigh high stockings she wore instead of socks... And the shirt wasn't even hers, as Wes left her some new cloths in the gym a few days ago since her old ones where all ripped and dirty.
The shirt was black and reached her mid thigh, less than an inch from where the stockings ended so there was the tiniest hint of thigh flesh on display. The shirt was several sizes too big, hanging off her frame enough to give an unintentional teasing glimpse of her right shoulder and some of her upper breast but with enough room to let her constantly aroused body breath. Plus with the loose fabric, it wasn't constantly teasing her rock hard nipples
"Ship... I don't know how long I can keep this up." Krystal said as she arrived in the gym, her imagination having been focused on what Wes' penis might look and feel like for the past several days straight without a moments break "I... I don't think I can resist the urge anymore..."
"Krystal. I'm always here for you. If you ever need me to-" Ship tried to reassure her.
"Ship. It's not enough." Krystal's eye watered "We fuck for hours every day and it doesn't help. Not anymore." She looked down in guilt and shame. "I. I want. I need him."
"I... Krystal." Ship said sadly and in fear "No matter what you choose... I'll be by your side and I will help you. No matter what it is, you're never alone."
"I know." Krystal nodded as she knew what Ship meant. She didn't know how long she could resist or if she even should.
"I love you." Ship kissed her cheek
"I love you too." Krystal wiped her tears "... Should I do this?" she asked, gesturing to the gym. Was there a point in working out today if she gave in?
"I. I think..." Ship frowned
"Krystal? Are you alright?" Wes asked as he turned the corner.
"Ah!" Krystal gasped and span around, her face bright red and her breath fast
Wes was shirtless, a towel around his neck
"W-What are you doing here? Y-You s-said you'd only be here f-from e-e-eight till t-ten..." Krystal stuttered at the younger man
"It's nine thirty." he responded, much to Krystal's horror. In her state of arousal she hadn't noticed the passage of time properly, a second seeming like an hour.
She hadn't realised!
"Sh-Ship?" Krystal asked
"I'm sorry, I was so worried about you I didn't notice." Ship said in shame
"Do you want to talk about it?" Wes asked
WUM WUM
"You win." Krystal said suddenly
"I'm sorry?" He asked
"You win. I-I give up." Krystal answered. "Just... Don't make me beg."
"I... are you saying you want me to fuck you?" he blinked, slowly grinning "Is that what you mean?" he asked, knowing she knew the two words he wanted to hear
"I... Do." she said, knowing he wanted to hear that. They where 'married' and wanted her to 'admit it' with those words
Wes grinned, throwing his towel away as he walked towards his older sister
WUM WUM WUM WUM
He was right in front of her now, rubbing her cheek and chin as their lips grew closer and closer and soon, they kissed. Wes gently connecting their lips together as something inside Krystal snapped. She just wrapped her arms around his neck and gave in, her eyes slamming shut while pushing her tongue deep into his mouth
'Holy crap! She's a wild beast!' He thought as he was being French-kissed. He returned the kiss just as eagerly, his hands pulling up her shirt and rubbing her ass
'A-Ah~!' Krystal blushed as she was now bared nude before her 'husband' and showed off her dripping slit and her hard nipples.
"Oh boy." Wes snickered, feeling her wetness dripping into his fingers even though his hands where back on her ass "You are -more- than soaked!" he laughed and gave her a swat to her ass
Ship reluctantly emerged from the Omegatrix, sitting in her knees as if in shame
"Ship?" He asked as he saw her. "Something you want to ask?"
"... I'm by her side no matter what." she frowned simply
"Alright. You can watch." He smiled, albeit a little darkly. Pulling Krystal close, he stood up and began to carry her. "Let's make this official." He set Krystal down on the treadmill, on her knees. He leaned over her as he took out his cock and slapped it on her face several times, smirking down at her
WUM WUM WUM WUM WUM WUM
"Do you know what to do?" He asked with a winning smirk.
"I..." Krystal gulped and looked up at the member before her
"Are you nervous?" He asked
"U-Uh-huh." She nodded, smelling the musk coming from his throbbing member. Her mind was going blank
"Then just open your mouth and let me do all of the work!" he smirked
"O... kay..." Krystal muttered, her eyes glazed over as she did as she was told
WUM WUM WUM WUM WUM WUM
Wes was almost jumping in joy as he saw those pretty pink lips spread themselves open, her tongue falling out of her mouth as she let out a cute "Ah~"
He gripped her head, pushing inside eagerly
Krystal's eyes rolled back into her head as she felt Wes' cock inside of her mouth, feeling how hot and thick it was. She could feel it knock the back of her throat. She gave a small cute gag as her rational mind faded away, she just let him use her
"It's okay, Krystal. I'm right here." Wes' voice trailed off as he began to face-fuck Krystal.
*Time Skip*
It was a fortnight later...And Krystal was bouncing on Wes' cock like it was her Alpha's strap-on.
"AH~! OH~! Fuck! Fuck fuck! Yes!" Krystal moaned, slamming her thighs up and down as fast as she could "Oh~! Oh~! I-I-Ah! I feel~! AH~! I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum! Gonna cum!"
Wes grunted and came inside of her, letting her fuck him silly "There you go!" He grunted
"Fuck~!" Krystal moaned, creaming herself while she was creampied. She fell upon the bed and panted heavily like a bitch... and finally, she had her itch scratched. For today, at least
"Oh my Krystal, that was amazing." Wes smiled as he twisted around and lay down next to her, pulling her into a soft hug
"Get off." she muttered, pushing him away
"What? Didn't you enjoy it?" He asked
"You were just there for an itch. Nothing more." She answered, breaking the hug "Just like every other time. I've given into your perverted game but you haven't broken me."
"Thank god." Ship sighed, who had been sitting in the corner for the past... how long had the two been going at it? It had to be two hours at least
"Come on big sis, don't be like that." he smirked and began to tease her nipples
Krystal flinched as she felt her nipples being teased, rubbed and pulled gently. He was trying his best to make her admit it. She was getting soaked, her juices dripping from her pussy once again "No~" she whined
"It's easier if you just admit your feelings." Wes admitted as he kissed her neck, even biting it
Krystal flinched and moaned gently, trying not to be audible, before standing up. "I-I'm going to bed. She forced herself out of his grip and walked away with a limp
"Alright. Good night." He answered, sounding sad...but he was smiling.
Krystal was storming through the facility, Ship following. She didn't know what to say. She wanted to comfort her. But what could she say that wouldn't piss her off? "Ship?" Krystal spoke up.
"Y-Yes?" Ship stammered as she was caught off guard.
"Can we hug?" She asked as they entered her own room and sat on her bed.
Ship nodded, sitting next to her and gave her a big hug. "Thank you."
"Of course." Ship nodded
*Time Skip*
Two months.
Krystal had been here for two god damn months!
She was also caught in a routine. Aside from eating and sleeping, she was hitting the gym more often day after day...with fuck sessions with her husband. Krystal was currently doing one of those workout routines, running on the treadmill. She was panting and sweating, running nude except for a pair of sneakers so she didn't hurt her feet.
"Another ten minutes." she told herself, checking the time. She had to stay in shape to stay healthy. She didn't want to slack. She figured she had to try and be strong as possible. She had always out good work into her body, staying fit and in shape and now, she felt like she had a better reason too. Something nagging at her to stay in shape.
"You okay?" Ship asked
"I'm. Fine. Ship." Krystal responded as she ran, using every other step to speak. "Just. Keep. Moving." As she moved her breasts and ass jiggled with each step, some sweat dripping down her body
'Oh, you look good~.' Ship thought as she looked at her.
"Looking good." Wes smirked from the doorway
"Wes!" Krystal screamed, as she continued. "Why're you looking? I've still got-!"
"What? I can't look?" he asked innocently "Just looking isn't a crime, is it?"
"N-No. I guess not." She frowned, almost losing her stride, but kept at it.
Ship frowned in worry, skipping out of the Omegatrix and 'standing guard'
"Still don't trust me, Ship? I'm not going to hurt her. She's my wife." Wes explained
"Because you forced her to." she glared
"Krystal knew what she was getting into. Didn't you?" Wes inquired.
"Yes." she panted as she kept running
"So, how have I tricked her, Ship?" Wes responded
"Your damn 'Apex'. That's what." She glared "And I said forced. Because you made it a condition in your stupid bet."
Wes just shrugged. "But I love her."
Krystal slowed down, the treadmill coming to a stop 'L-Love? He loves me?' She thought as she stopped on the sides, having spread her legs out to keep her balance. 'No. He-he said this before. It didn't make me feel different then.'
"Hold on, I've got you." Wes spoke as he caught her before she fell over
"Thank you." she blushed
Ship frowned as she saw him, almost like he owned her. No, he did own her "Krystal..." she muttered
"Hey, Krystal. Want to know what would be hot? If Ship sucked me off." Wes grinned
"Wh-what? Are you serious?" Ship snapped as she heard that.
"Really?" Krystal asked, her nipples getting hard as she heard that "I guess... That would... Be kinda hot."
Ship double-took as she heard that. Was she going to have to suck him off?
"Ship... Please?" Krystal asked in that voice. That voice which made Ship soaked and she couldn't say no to "You said you'd standby me whatever I chose and be there... Right?"
"... Yeah. You're right." Ship nodded and got on her knees
"Thank you, Krystal." Wes smiled, kissing her lips, before turning to Ship. "Are you ready, Ship?"
"Yes." She answered as he lowered his pants. She was disgusted she would do this... But she did promise. She would be by Krystal's side. Support her. No matter what. And she meant it. So... This... Also countered
"First time?" Wes quipped.
"Yes." Ship hissed.
"It'll be fine." He smiled as he pushed his cock into her gooey flesh
"Hmm?" Ship moaned as she felt his member in her 'mouth' as she felt like she was gagging on it, but not really.
"Oh~, that sounds hot." Wes commented as he heard the gagging sound and jabbed his hips forwards to hear it again
"Gluck!" She gagged again, feeling her 'throat' being stretched out. But being a malleable goop, it wasn't much of a problem.
"Oh Ship~" Krystal moaned and fell onto her knees
'K-Krystal.' Ship thought as she was looked on by her partner.
"Do you want some, Love?" Wes asked as he face-fucked Ship.
Ship just continued to gag, her hands gripping his thighs. His thrusts where getting a bit too fast and hard for her liking
"Does it taste good?" Krystal asked and licked her neck
Ship moaned, her eye rolled back into her head as she didn't want to admit it. But it did taste good. No, she refused to admit it. She wouldn't fall for this assholes dick. She'd find a way for herself and Krystal to escape, she was sure of it!
*Time Skip*
Three months later.
Both Krystal and Ship were giving a double blowjob to Wes' cock "Krystal." Ship moaned, sliding her tongue up and down the length
"Sho~, goo~d!" Krystal moaned happily as she slurped his cock.
"I-I'm cumming!" Wes moaned and sprayed his seed on their faces. The two squealed in shock and joy as their faces where covered in hot cum "God. You two. Are amazing. That was so~ good!" Wes panted as he stroked their shoulders.
"So, Krystal, want me to fuck you again?" he asked
"Yes! Yes please, husband. Breed my slutty pussy!" Krystal begged
"But what if I fucked Ship?" he mocked/teased gently
"Fuck me, Master. Please! I'll be a good girl!" Ship begged
"I'd be so happy!" Krystal admitted
"Oh I'm so lucky!" Wes cheered happily "Who wants to go first?" he asked as he activated the Antitrix
"Me!" The two raised their hands before they glared at each other lightly
Wes chuckled and pushed the Antitrix down and transformed. He had transformed into a much stronger version of Ditto. A little taller, less pudgy but with two dicks protruding from his waist
"Oh~" they said happily
"I hope this will satisfy you." He smiled as he pulled the two close. He pinned the two into the ground, Ship atop Krystal, and pushed into her hungry pussy "Say 'ah'!" He quipped
Both ladies moaned, proclaiming "'Ah~!'" as they felt his cocks penetrate their pussies.
'So fucking TIGHT!' He thought. He held onto Ship's gooey ass, slamming back and forth. His hips clapping against their thighs, filling them and spreading them to an unbelievable degree
"Ah~! Yes! Fuck us! Cream us, Wes!" Krystal moaned, squirting off from each thrust "My husband! So good! Make me pregnant! I'm your slut! I obey you!"
"Yes! Please master! Spread me so good!" Ship drooled, the two rubbing their breasts together
"I'll do it. I'll make you pregnant!" Wes moaned as he climaxed in the both of them "Take it!" he growled lightly, slapping Ship's ass as he did. Both Ship and Krystal moaned, melting into the other as they were being fucked and used by their shared husband.
Their mission was over.
*time skip*
"Hey girls, I'm heading out." Wes said a week later, putting his cloths on "I am really behind on my mission. I think I better check out the world of 23 first."
"Okay, honey." The two answered as they sat in bed, exhausted from Wes fucking them both. And they had grown accustomed to their new lifestyle as being his shared wives.
"Ship~" Krystal moaned and kissed her softly "That was so good~"
"I know. I-I love cock. I love Wes." Ship panted
"You do?" Krystal asked happily, licking up the cum from Ship's chin
"Yes." Ship nodded lustfully
"Yay~!" Krystal purred happily "... With Wes being gone we really should clean this place up, right? Maybe cook him some dinner? Who knows when he will be back."
"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll get the hoover and you cook." Ship answered
"Sounds great." Krystal nodded and kissed her again. The two slipped out of the bed and headed out into the main building
'I can't believe it. I was so wrong about him.' Krystal and Ship thought together unaware that the other was thinking it. The two got to work happily... with Wes arriving less than an hour later
"I'm home!" He called out as he arrived in which shocked the two
"What're you doing home early?" Krystal asked in shock
"Time dilation, my darling." he smiled and bent her over the table "I've been gone for weeks. So I'm a bit backed up... Which alien do you want?"
"'Backed up'? Oh, darling." She frowned and then pondered. "Hmm...What about a strong one~?" She suggested
"Oh? You want to be pounded like a whore?" he smirked and bucked his hips against hers, his clothed member rubbing against her backside "Which do you want? Over sized Dino cock or a diamond hard dick?"
"Diamond hard! Make it diamond-hard!" Krystal begged
Wes nodded and transformed into his version of Diamondhead. He was almost clear shining diamond, like a living statue of clear-cut flawless gemstone and he shoved his large diamond member into Krystal's ass
*with Ship*
Later Ship was cleaning the gym, humming as she finished dusting "There, all clean for Wes." She smiled as she retracted the duster and walked out.
"Excellent work, bitch." Wes smiled as he was suddenly behind her
"Wes! When did you arrive?" She asked
"Just now. I've been to a different dimension." He answered
"I've come back from the World of Zzaro. Been there for a few weeks. Now get ready Ship..." in a flash Wes had transformed into Apex-XLR8. His body now green with thick, almost dinosaur like armour over his body "... because I need to ruin you." he hissed and pushed her over. He held her in the pile-driver position, pushing her head into the ground as he began to fuck her pussy at super speed
Ship was vibrating like she was sitting in a vibrating chair, her voice reverberating over and over and over. Her moans echoed in the room continued as she was bred "OOOOOOO~~~~~HHHHHHHH~~~~~"
*time skip*
Krystal had cum dripping out of her vagina, finally standing up as she recovered from her latest fucking, when Wes walked in
"Who knew Gwen was hot as a teen." Wes commented "I have to admit, I was tempted to bring her back here to."
"W-Wes?" she muttered, her thighs shuddering as she was pinned against the wall
"Time for the next round." he grinned and changed into another alien
"S-So soon?" Krystal panted as she was pinned to the wall, before being ploughed by her husband, fucked by his 'Alien Wolf' form. She moaned like a whore, her pussy being spread wide by his knotted dick
*with Ship, time skip*
Ship walked out of the gym, rubbing her shoulder weakly...
SLAP!
And Wes slapped her ass as he passed "Mad world is a perfect holiday destination." he said casually, his skin a bit tanned "I stayed a bit longer than expected. Three months."
"R-Really?" Ship moaned as she saw her shared husband.
"Really." he growled and bit her neck, transforming. He had transformed into an Appoplexian, wild and savage. Like the first time he fucked Krystal "Let me tell you something Ship, the Galvanic Mechamorph who I have turned into my slutty wife, Rath is going to fuck you like the slut you are." he snarled, picking her up in the full nelson position
"Ah~! Yes! Yes, I'm your slutty wife!" Ship moaned as she was pile-drivered by his cock.
*time skip, with Krystal*
"Can't... Feel my legs." Krystal muttered as she layed there on the table
"Honies~! I'm home." Wes spoke as he arrived once again "Man that Nega guy was depressing. Oh, there's my pussy."
"W-Wes. I-I'm too tired." Krystal whispered as she was exhausted. "Five. Five minutes. Please?"
"Of course darling." he smiled and rubbed her hair "I've waited a few weeks. Some more time won't hurt."
*time skip*
"I'm back." Wes called hours later "Those Bad guys where tough."
"Oh. Wes. Hello darling." Krystal yawned as she and Ship had been asleep on the bed that entire time
"Three months since I've last done it. I'm going to let loose." he smirked and turned into Apex-Wildvine
"Oh... No~" Ship said in fake fear before they were assaulted by vines
They both moaned as they were holstered into the air, tentacle vines going into their assholes and their pussies and mouths while other vines attacked their breasts, nipples and clits. The two where moaning messes, losing all sense of self
*Time skip*
"They are finally dead." Wes said as he just... Lay in bed with Krystal and Ship. He had came back about twenty minutes ago, having left for his home world... The World of 10,000. After finishing his plan he didn't want to do anything else, they just lay there holding each other
"It's okay Wes." Krystal soothed, a madness having grown in her eyes since she first came here "It's okay."
*time skip*
Krystal blinked as she saw a world that wasn't that wasteland for the first time in a year if not longer
This was the world of No Watch Ben
"Wh-what is this? Where are we?" Krystal asked as she rubbed her pregnant stomach.
"A world that's not toxic. A world where we can live together." He smirked "I have a secluded planet all for us all picked out. We just have to kill one person beforehand though, to complete our families justice."
"And, who's that?" Ship asked
"... The last remaining Ben." Wes answered... And Krystal began to laugh like a mad woman
Ship and Wes looked on in shock, never hearing Krystal laugh like that before. It was insane, the laughter of a mad woman "Let's do it!" Krystal smiled as she turned back, her eyed tinted with red now.
*on the main Earth*
"I'm going to find her." Ben spoke seriously as he was getting ready to head out.
"What?" his wives asked in shock. It had been two years since Krystal had disappeared
"She's not come home. I've got to find her... if she's still alive." Ben frowned as he pulled his bag onto his shoulders "We studied that energy. I know where that son of a bitch would be. Reapers World."
"But isn't that world toxic? If you go there-" Isis spoke up in worry.
"If I go there, I might die. But it's better than the alternative." Ben answered "Besides, all known life could die. But there are some species who have never been in that sort of environment and the Biomnitrix... It'll find something safe."
Isis nodded... before hugging her husband. "Please come back safe." She whispered
"I will." he promised. He turned to outside and walked out, teleporting away to that dead-dimension.
He arrived and instantly he started shifting between aliens until he ended up in the form of Ultimate AtomicX "It seems this world isn't unlike 'Anur Vladias'." He commented as he could now survive. "Where are you, Krystal?" he asked himself as he flew to where there might be a place she could've holed up. He took off flying... And found a facility, which looked a thousand years abandoned "God. No!" He panicked as he lowered down and entered. He looked around the dust-covered location. No-one had lived here for millennia it seemed.
Only dust and cloths
Including the outfit Krystal had last been seen wearing
"Krystal..." he whispered, taking the outfit in his hand carefully, it was only scraps left. He tried to hold it as gently as he could, like an artefact and he burst into tears
As he wept, his heart broke into a million pieces. 'Krystal. My baby girl.' He sobbed, before his anguished cries could be heard all throughout the facility as he unleashed something into the atmosphere.
And in a flash of light that world was gone
Not just the world. The universe. Reaper's universe was gone. Cleaved away from grief.
*time skip*
A day later they held the funeral, small and private 'Small', being relative. The immediate Tennyson family only and Krystal's lovers; TwoTwo, Michelle, Greer, Cersie and Alicia.
Ben couldn't even bring himself to talk. His baby girl was gone. This was the greatest pain, the greatest failure, he had ever felt
Gwen and Isis held his hands out of concern and love.
The rest of the family where upset heart broken. They were going to remember their darling girl as the hero she was
And hopefully…. She was in a better place.
*Elsewhere*
We arrive in the world of 'No Watch Ben'...or. It should be called 'Wes' World' now. Here, we see an older Wes running around with a pair of women by his side. Wes was laughing like a madman, in the form of Apex-Swampfire and by his side was an oddly dressed woman, black-skinned with silver and blue markings. They soon arrived at a penthouse and silently slipped in 'Look at all this!' The black-suited woman thought with a smile "We made a massive Hall tonight!"
"That we did!" Wes smirked and pulled the two flush against his body
"Hubby~, you're so frisky tonight." A blue-haired woman with red eyes purred as she rubbed her breasts against Wes' body.
"Well, of course. I'm with my lovely wives." Wes smirked. "And I'm harder than the diamonds we stole." He playfully purred into her ear."
"Really?" The blue haired woman giggled
"We should fix that for Master, shouldn't we Krystal?" the other woman grinned
"We should, Ship...Right after mummy feeds~." Krystal responded with a puckish grin.
"Go ahead. I can wait." he nodded
"Thank you." Krystal skipped away to a bedroom, while Ship knelt down and began to give him a blowjob. In the bedroom, Krystal went to a crib where a little baby was sleeping "Hello cuteness!" Krystal purred. The little baby's eyes slowly opened, revealing its mother red eyes, but had its father's tufts of hair. Reaching up, it began to whimper, wanting its mother. Krystal picked the baby up, kissing its face all over "Hello, baby. Did you miss mummy? Don't worry. We're home now." She reassured her child and snuggled it "Is someone thirsty?"
The baby gestured to suckle as Krystal removed her top and exposed her D-Cup breasts, letting her baby suckle on them happily. Her breasts had grown since falling pregnant, and her little princess loved sucking the milk from her teet
"You'll grow up big and strong. Just like your mummy. I promise. I love you, my little star." She whispered. With her baby fed, Krystal returned to where her husband was waiting.
Ship was on her knees, happily worshiping Wes' cock "Hmmm~" she moaned as she slurped over the member
"Oooh~ yes~" he moaned
"Hey, move over." Krystal urged lovingly, getting on her knees. Krystal and Ship shared a look out the corner of their eyes, before turning their heads toward one another and the cock in the middle, pushing their lips against the sides of the aching head and sharing a sloppy kiss against it, one with plenty of tongue and their eyes tilted toward their shared husband who had united them under the sexual debauchery of being 'his girls'.
Their tongues slithered along his cock, the kiss breaking away as they began to focus on different parts of his cock, stroking and kissing along the length of virile, aching flesh that there was to worship. There was so much cock before their eager eyes, and they seemed to want to work over as much of it as they could, and the best way to cover ground and as a result cover his cock their spit was to take broad licks up and down his cock, messy and careless as their eyes remained peering up at the man who tamed them, locking eyes with the welder of the Antitrix and making sure that at no point was he able to look away from them.
And he couldn't. His gaze was torn between their smiling faces as he watched them drift about, lapping at his shaft every which way, and his cock was left to twitch excitedly against their touch. They were so quickly upon him, so ravenous and hungry as they explored along his shaft their tongues, treading the familiar skin of the cock they'd both sucked plenty of times before, their lovers spit lingering upon the skin as they retreated ground the other already had. It was a peculiar feeling, but one that they were all too happy to embrace as eagerly and aggressively as they could as they twisted about together on their knees.
"It tastes so good," Krystal groaned, moaning as she shut her eyes for a moment and caught a spurt of pre-cum at her lips. Ship was quick to pull away as well, seizing her partners lips and pressing her into a deep kiss as her tongue pushed forward to try and steal some of that pre. As they did, Wes grabbed his now spit-slick cock and began to slap it against their faces, a show of intense domination accompanying his touch as he made absolute certain that they knew they were here for his enjoyment tonight and that they belonged to him. They didn't seem to mind, of course, moaning as their kiss grew sloppier and hungrier, adoring the way he rubbed his cock all along their faces, before turning to press their cheeks together once more and opening their mouths wide.
"This is a dream come true," Wes said, voice a little airier than normal as he rode the incredible high of the moment, slapping his cock back and forth down against both outstretched tongues, the occasional stroke helping to lose some spurts of pre that splattered onto their smiling faces as he went at them. After giving a few smacks down to their tongues he changed gears, thrusting a few times into Ship's mouth before pulling out and letting Krystal suck on it instead. "How does the other taste on my dick?" he asked, taunting them in his bid to assert himself as much as he could in the situation, to make sure they were one hundred percent smitten with him and receptive to whatever he asked for. He knew they were from the years of doing this, but he always got a thrill seeing them so devoted to him
"So good, master," Ship gasped as Wes pulled once more out of her mouth. She shivered, the lack of his cock pressing down against her tongue and the powerful taste of virile cock tinged with her lovers spit leaving her wanting. "Please don't go too long without fucking my mouth again. I'm glad to share, but I want to taste it so bad." She watched, then, as Wes seemingly decided to taunt her by thrusting harder and deeper into Krystal's mouth, the 'married woman' gasping and slobbering all over her husband's cock with a lack of composure that was shocking to Ship in ways that she was never going to get over. The Mechamorph whined and shivered as she watched it, jealous of the way that Krystal got to have the fun as he spent much longer in her mouth on that time than he'd spent in any of their mouths so far.
When he pulled out, little strands of drool fell from Krystal's lips, she purred "Fuck her fucking face hard." There was nothing even remotely like the old Krystal in the sexual beast down on her knees in front of Wes, a general lack of shame and decency helping her to let loose as she was coaxed more and more out of her shell by the perverted younger man who was technically her brother. It was a treat to behold as she became more blatant and lusty, wanton in her desires, to the point where as Wes plugged Ship's mouth again, Krystal leaned her head in lower. Rather than waiting her turn, she stuck her tongue out and dragged it down along the ball sac of the younger man, which drew excited noises from Wes as he slammed deeper down, penetrating Ship's throat as things got interesting for him.
"Suck those balls!" he shouted, grabbing hold of Krystal's head and pulling her in tighter, urging her to get her lips wrapped around his sac and start slurping on them as he continued to fuck Ship's mouth. "I've really done a number on you!" this had been his dream, his plan, his hope... And yet he never imagined the great Krystal Tennyson would be reduced into such a desperate, horny, and utterly reckless state that she would be slobbering on his nuts, but he wouldn't complain. The fact he turned two 'lesbians' into his cock worshiping wives who loved him to the point they'd die for his satisfaction satisfied him on such a deep level he felt at peace
Lifting one of his legs and leaning at an angle, Wes tried to find the best way possible to optimize his dominance of his girls' mouths. He pulled Krystal's head in between his legs so that she could best suck on his balls, while his other hand remained on Ship's gooey head, gripping what he could grab hold of and dragging her head back and forth along his cock, leaving her shuddering and gagging as she took him down repeatedly. It was a delight, Wes getting everything he could have wanted out of the moment, and he knew there was only better awaiting him as he drew close and closer to finishing his first round off with a bang.
When he was almost ready to cum, he made sure he let them both know that they belonged to him. Not just sexually; they were his entirely, and he would do with them as he wished. Drawing his hips excitedly back, Wes gave a few harsh cockslaps to both women and ordered "Faces together."
They were as obedient as could be, quickly returning once more to their cheek to cheek position as Wes lifted his cock up, stroking it slowly as he pressed his swollen, plump ball sac right up against their faces and began to drag his nuts, covered in a nice, warm coating of saliva thanks to Krystal's devoted efforts, along their faces, leaving them to smell the raw lust and masculinity. All punctuated with the occasional strike across their features with his dick.
"Master~" they both moaned before he came, covering their faces in a coating of man milk. With Ship and Krystal looking less like fearsome warriors and more like mewling fucktoys, it wasn't hard at all for Wes to wind himself up and blow his load. His hand moved quickly, and before long his cock was twitching and jerking in their faces, the prelude to seconds later when he erupted, cum gushing forward and splattering all over the smiling, excited faces of his girls. Spurt after spurt covered their faces, the two moaning as they were humiliated in such a way and utterly loving it. Ship and Krystal whined and shuddered as he came all over them, giving them a massive facial as always.
Wringing his cock of every drop he could, he kept going until there was no spunk left, at which point he stepped back, and knew exactly what would happen next.
They were dragged down by each other to the floor as they went at one another's face, moaning and grinding their naked bodies together as they licked at the strands of gooey, salty semen all over the other. Sloppy licks were shuffled in with messy, open mouth kisses as their tongues, progressively cummier, swapped Wes' seed back and forth like it was a game, hungry and moaning, ready for more as they grabbed at each other's' bodies. The clean-up process was almost as fun as the process of getting him to cum in the first place was, as they writhed together on his floor for their master's excited, perverted amusement.
They both knew who and what they were now.
All dreams of being heroes where gone, that wasn't who they were anymore.
They were the wives of Wes Tennyson, and would bring about the next generation of Reaper's who would make their father and grandfather proud.
They were Wes' slutty whore wives and they couldn't be happier