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Four Armed Bride
Chapter 12
As Looma began to awaken, she felt a pair of arms around her waist. She looked back saw that during the night Ben had moved against her back and wrapped his arms around her waist. He was ,"spooning" her. Looma smiled at how warm and comfortable it felt.
"I could get used to this," Looma thought to herself as she closed her eyes again. "Waking up like this every morning, breakfast served to us in bed, battling anyone foolish enough to challenge us. Oh its like a fairy at-" Looma's thought stopped and her eyes popped open with a gasp. Ben's left hand had moved up from her waist to her chest and grabbed her left breast. "Ben?" He didn't reply, but began fondling her breast making the princess moan. "Ben, I, I," her cheeks turned pink as she tried to speak. "Its too, too," but the sensation was too strong. Suddenly she heard a noise, which sounded like snoring. She looked back realised it was coming from Ben, who had a big smile on his face.
"Hes groping me in his sleep?" Looma blinked. "What kind of dream is he having?"
Ben squeezed her breast causing her to moan again, even louder than before. With a shaky hand, she reached down and very gently pinched his arm.
"Ow," Bens eyes opened, blinking a few times he saw Looma's back to him and noticed his arm around her. He sat up and looked over, only for his face to turn bright red when he saw his hand groping Looma's breast.
"Good morning Ben," Looma said, staring at him.
Ben blinked then jumped back with a yelp. "Sorry!" He nearly shouted. "I must have moved in my sleep.
The princess rolled over to look at him. "Clearly, you must been dreaming. What was it about?"
Bens faced turned redder. "No idea."
"Alright then," Looma turned away with a knowing smile on her face as well as a small blush.
"So what do you want to do today?" Ben asked.
"Maybe we should go out for breakfast this time." Looma suggested.
"Sounds like a plan." Ben agreed.
They both got dressed and headed to the dining area. "Okay," Ben rubbed his hands together. "Lets see what Ronturs got for us this morning."
Loomas eyes widened, "Ben, you've just given me a wonderful idea." She grabbed his hand and pulled him along. "We can speak to Rontur about the catering for out wedding!"
Ben blinked, "We can?"
Looma opened the double doors and they entered the kitchen. It looked like kind from a fancy restaurant on Earth. Except for the alien cooks, bizarre ingredients and the strange high tech cooking equipment. But something, or rather someone caught Bens notice the most. "Grandpa?"
Max Tennyson was indeed in the kitchen, using a ladle to taste something. "Well hello you two."
"What are you doing her?" Ben asked in surprise, but mostly concern at seeing his grandfather in a kitchen.
"I came for some breakfast, thought I'd take a look at the set up here." He explained. "And you two?"
"We came to speak with Rontur the Preparer." Looma said.
"Someone say my name?" A voice came from above. They looked up to see Rontur hanging off of pipes on the ceiling before lowering himself down with his long arms. "Rontur the Preparer, at your service!"
Ben blinked, Rontur's voice sound really familiar but he couldn't place it. "Hi, I'm-"
"Ben 10," Rontur cut him off, "and the lovely Princess Looma of the House of the Red Wind. Congratulations on your engagement."
"Why thank you," Looma smiled.
"And this is my Grandpa Max." Ben introduced him.
"It's nice to meet you." Max held out his hand and Rontur shook it.
"Likewise," he said. "What did you think of the soup?"
"Good, but I think it could use a pinch of sporika." Max said.
Rontur took the ladle and tried some. "Your right." His arm stretched out, grabbing a jar off a shelf and poured a little powder in and stirred the pot. He tried it again, "Much better!"
"Anyway we wanted to speak to you about what will be served at our wedding." Looma said.
"Ah yes, when Ignacius contacted me with your request I knew creating a meal for a Tetramand, Human wedding would be quite the challenge. But to that I say," he smiled showing his serrated teeth, "Challenge accepted!"
Then it hit Ben, "He sounds just like Neil Patrick Harris!" He thought to himself.
"I've been experimenting with different dishes to create the perfect dining experience." A beep was heard, "speaking of which." He slithered over, taking something out of another pot. Ben and Looma looked at each other as the preparer added some final touches. "And , "He presented his creation. "Boiled Rodilia Dentia, with an amber glaze."
"I recognise that thing." Ben spoke up. "I once saw one of them bite a Hybrids hand clean off."
"Ah yes they are quite dangerous," Rontur admitted. "But in the hands of a professional, they can be cooked to perfection!"
"It does smell good." Max sniffed.
"Would you care for the first bite princess?" Rontur offered.
"Dinner for breakfast? How fancy." Looma smiled. She grabbed a knife and stabbed it into the Rodilia Dentia, then pulled it along, releasing steam from its insides.
Everyone inhaled the smell, even Ben did, after some hesitation. "That, actually smells pretty good."
Looma took a fork and tried some of the insides. "Its delicious!" She stuck her fork in and took a much larger piece.
Ben took a fork and tried a piece, "Whoa," he took another bite. "This is good." He looked at the Preparer, "You really are a professional."
Rontur smirked, "The best," he held up his hand.
Ben high fived him, "You know high fives?"
"My people invented it," he said casually.
Ben wasn't sure if he was serious or not, he looked at his Grandpa who nodded. "They really did."
Rontur picked up a cup and drunk from it. "Oh right. Can I offer any of you some?"
"I wouldn't mind one." Max said.
Rontur handed Looma the dish before approaching what looked like a espresso machine. He pressed a few buttons and something poured into a cup. "There we go." He handed it to Max. "A shot?"
"Please," Max smiled.
Rontur reached into a box and took out what looked like half peach, half jellyfish. He held it over Max's drink and tickled it until it began to shake, then shot a red liquid into the cup.
Max sipped it, "Ah, that gives it a kick."
Rontur turned to the couple, "How about you two?"
Ben hid how grossed out he was. "I'm good, thanks."
"I'll have one," Looma smiled as he continued eating. Rontur made her one, "As for the Boiled Rodilia Dentia, we must have it for the wedding! Don't you agree Ben?"
Ben took another bite and gave a thumbs up. "Oh yeah."
"Perfect!" Rontur clasped two pairs of hands together.
Max sniffed the air, "I know that smell." He looked to a frying pan of half spheres. "Fried dobal pudding."
Loomas eyes widened. "I haven't had that in years." She handed Ben the plate and walked over.
"I must say Ben, you have fine bride to be." Rontur moved next to Ben, he looked the princess up and down as her back was turned. "Very fine indeed."
"Hey!" Ben snapped, as any man would when someone checked out his fiancé. "Knock it off."
Rontur held up all his hands, "Sorry about that. Seeing a lovely female like her brought back memories." Ben raised an eyebrow as he continued. "You see I am a Master Chef, able to create any dish." Rontur explained before smirking. "But lets just say the lady Tetramand, is a dish I've enjoyed many times."
Ben blinked, then smiled. "Nice," he raised his hand and Rontur him fived him.
"They are as powerful in the bedroom as they are on the battlefield." He went on. "But that's what collapsible skeletons are for right? Up top," he raised his hand.
"Ah, I don't have a collapsible skeleton." Ben said.
"Oh," Rontur lowered his hand. "I'm sure you'll be fine. Rontur out!" With that he slithered away. His words didn't fill Ben with confidence.
They spent the next hour tasting different dishes. Ben tried to keep an open mind but refused to try a few. Including a couple that were moving. Having settled a few things that would be served at the wedding, the couple headed back to their room.
"I gotta admit, those spicy cube things were good." Ben patted his stomach.
"Agreed." Looma nodded before entering the bathroom. "I think all of those dishes would be perfect on our wedding day."
"So what do you wanna do now?" Ben asked.
"Well," the door opened and Looma stepped out in her dress. "I thought we'd try something a little different."
After taking a moment to enjoy the sight, Ben smiled. "What do you have in mind?"
A few minutes later and after changing into his tux, Ben got his answer. "This ship has a casino?"
In a very large room, there was indeed a casino much like the ones found in Vegas on Earth.
"Apparently the Countess had it installed specially for the party." Looma explained.
"Wow she really went all out." Ben admitted.
As they looked around Ben saw a couple of games he recognised, and a lot he didn't. At one table they seemed to be stacking crystals on top of each other. But the crystals turned red before falling over and the alien face palmed. "I guess he lost."
Apparently all guests are given a start up amount of complimentary chips to start. If they lost them but wanted to keep to keep playing, they had to pay for more.
After collecting their chips, Ben and Looma entered the casino and looked for a game to play.
"Which do you want to try first?" Looma asked.
Ben looked at one table where a Lewodan placed three multi colored orbs into a slot on the table. A moment later a multi eyed red skinned cobra like creature popped out of the center of the table and spit in his face. "Lets keep looking," Ben led Looma away.
"YES!" They heard a loud obnoxious voice and turned to see a Detrovite at what looked like a black jack table. "I win again!" He gloated to the other players before chugging his drink.
"At least I know how to play this one." Ben said to himself as they approached. One player left the table and Ben took his seat. With no room left, Looma just stood next to him.
The Detrovite noticed the new comers, "Well, well, the mighty Ben Tennyson. I thought you'd be taller."
"Funny," Ben kept his cool. "And you are?"
"The names Torgo the Undefeated" He said be before turning his head and yelling at a waiter. "You there! Bring me another drink!"
"Yes sir," the waiter took the cup and left.
Torgo then noticed Looma, "Well hello. And who might you be?"
"I am princess Looma of the house of the Redwind." She introduced herself.
"And your engaged to this runt? Tough break." Torgo mocked.
"Maybe instead of a drink you should ask for some mouthwash." Looma replied, "for all our shakes."
This earned chuckles from everyone but Torgo, who glared at her.
"Good one Looma," Ben smiled.
"You think that's funny Tennyson?" Torgo sat down again. "Lets see how funny you think it is when I destroy you in this game. That is, if your man enough to face me."
Ben met his glare and placed his chips on the table. "Bring it."
"Then Lets play." Torgo said and multiple items were brought to the table.
"Whats going on?" Ben asked.
"The previous game pieces were damaged and are being replaced." The Sylonnoid dealer explained before taking out a deck of triangular cards and dealt hands to the players.
Ben picked up his cards and froze. They looked like the paintings in an art show that are impossible to tell what they're supposed to be. "This is not Blackjack," he realised.
"All right gentlemen," the dealer placed a bowel of liquid on the table. "Begin."
Torgo took one card and tossed it into the liquid which then glowed yellow. "Beat that Tennyson," he challenged.
Ben looked at his cards. "Ah," he picked a random card and tossed it in.
The liquid glowed bright green. "Well done Mr Tennyson," the dealer complimented before giving him more chips.
Looma placed a hand on Ben's shoulder, "Good move beloved."
"Really?" Ben asked. "I mean, thanks."
"Don't celebrate so soon Tennyson." Torgo warned. "The game isn't over yet."
Ben blinked, "Its not?"
It really wasn't. As the game went on, new items and goals came into play, a couple of players lost their chips and left the table. At one point Ben wasn't even sure if he was playing anymore.
A jagged crystal was placed into a cylinder and shaken around, before placing it upside down on the table. When he lifted it, the crystal was now a cube shape.
"It's a cube!" He announced.
A different player spoke up. "I'll take the spin."
The dealer then gave the wheel behind him a spin. It stopped on a different shape, "Sphere, so sorry." He confiscated the players chips as he left the table in frustration.
"I guess hes out," Ben said to himself.
"Just you and me now Tennyson." Torgo glared at him, then pushed all his chips forward. "All in."
The onlookers that had gathered around the table gasped at this.
Ben met Torgos glare and pushed his own chips forward, "all in." The crowd gasped again.
"Time for the final round." The dealer placed two circular cards face down in front of Ben and Torgo. "Make your choice carefully gentlemen."
The Detrovite's hand hovered over his two cards as he made up his mind. He flipped the one on his left, it looked like those inkblot pictures psychiatrists show people and ask that they see. This one looked like a pair of sharks having a sword fight.
"You turn Mr Tennyson," the dealer told him.
Ben looked at the two cards in front of him and thought for moment. "I have absolutely no idea how to play this game. But the cards are upside down so I won't know what I pick either way. Here goes nothing," he flipped the right card. It looked like a huge figure slapping a smaller figure in the face, very hard. "Huh, I think I saw something like that on TV.
Suddenly the crowd around the table began cheering.
"You won Ben!" Looma cheered.
"I did?" Ben blinked. "I mean, I won!"
Torgo slammed his fist down on the table and broke it. "You cheated!"
"I didn't cheat." Ben said before thinking, "at least I don't think I did." Then said out loud, "nobody likes a sore loser Torgo."
The angry Detrovite grabbed Ben in his large hand and held him up. "Your gonna be the sore loser. Sore from your broken bones!" With that he threw Ben away and into a waiter.
"How dare you!?" Looma rushed forward, punching Torgo in the face and knocking him off his feet.
"You wanna fight princess?" He got to his feet. "I'd be happy to-" Torgo was cut off when something yellow splattered in his face.
"Thanks Looma," they turned to see Ben help up the waiter. "But I got this." He activated the Omnitrix and transformed into a sasquatch with yellow and black fur. "Shocksquatch eh?" Was going for Diamondhead, but I can work with this."
Torgo wiped his face and charged at Ben swinging a punch, but he ducked and hit him with a lightning charged uppercut. He then jumped and double kicked him, knocking him into the game wheel.
"Had enough yet?" Shocksquatch asked. But then he smelled something, he turned to see another waiter carrying a tray of orderves. He quickly scanned what looked like potato chips, before trying some. "These are good eh," he took a few more."
"Thank you sir," the waiter said. "These are the finest fried scales in the galaxy."
"Scales?" Ben froze, but then shrugged. "I've eaten weirder."
"Very good sir," he nodded and added, "do watch out for the wheel."
"The what?" Shocksquatch asked before he was hit by the game wheel, thrown by Torgo.
"Looks like your lucks run out Tennyson!" Torgo charged at him. Ben threw the wheel off and fired a lightning bolt, but Torgo dodged it. "Missed me."
"Or did I?" The lightning hit the game table and lifted it off the ground. Shocksquatch pulled it and it flew forward, hitting Torgo in the back, knocking him off his feet and towards Ben, who jumped to his feet and pulled back a lightning charged fist. When he was close enough, Shocksquatch punched him in the face. Thanks to Torgos forward momentum, it was more painful and he flipped in the air before falling on his back.
"Ugh," the Detrovite groaned painfully. It took a moment for his vision to clear and when it did, his eyes widened.
"Nighty Night!" Shocksquatch had jumped into the air and clasped his hands together and brought them down on Torgo, the impact shot three blasts of lightning into the air.
Shocksquatch looked at unconscious Detrovite in front of him as he became human again. "Ben two, Torgo zero."
Some of the guest clapped, as well as all the waiters.
"Well done Ben." Looma said.
"It was nothing." Ben waved it off. He then looked at the out cold Detrovite. "What happens now?"
"No need for concern Mr Tennyson," Ben turned to face the Sylonnoid dealer from the table. A group of Sylonnoids came in with a hover stretcher and with some difficulty, lifted Torgo onto it. "Torgo here will be brought to the Nebulas medical officer." He then Handed Ben a suitcase, "you winnings from the game."
"Oh, thanks." Ben took the case. He was then handed a tray of Fried scales and a couple of dips.
"Compliments of the staff." He smiled before walking away.
Ben looked Looma, "fried scale?"
"Thank you," the princess took a few. "Lets try this game next."
She led him to another table and they sat next to each other. "Place your bets,"
They each put in a few chips, they were then given vials containing different colour liquids.
"Now what?" Ben wondered.
Looma took three of the vials, poured half of two of them into a bowl in the center on the table, then a single drop of the third. A bright blue flame sprung up from the bowl, when it passed a small black sphere was left.
"Well mixed princess," the dealer gave her the chips she won.
Ben blinked in confusion, ah great job Looma."
"Thank you Ben," she said. "It looks like luck is on our side today."
Ben smiled, "We are pretty lucky," before moving his hand onto Loomas thigh. The princess blushed a little and smiled at him.
The Hallway
"That was fun," Ben said as they headed back to their room.
"Indeed," Looma nodded while carrying her cases of money, while Ben carried one, "and very fruitful."
They spent the last several hours in the casino trying out the various games. Looma proved to be quite skilled.
Suddenly they spotted a couple of Detrovites approaching them, one male and the other female.
"Ben Tennyson I presume?" The male asked.
"The one and only." Ben smiled. "And you are?"
"I am Gorbal and this is my mate, Voltara ." He said.
"Hi there, this is my fiancé Looma." The princess simply nodded.
"We're here regarding an incident in the casino you had earlier." Gorbal explained. Then from behind him out came Torgo.
Ben and Looma got ready for things to get ugly.
"Torgo feels terrible about what happened and wants to apologise." Voltara said. "Isn't that right son?"
Ben and Looma blinked, "Son?"
"Why am I taking all the blame?" he asked.
"Don't take that tone with us!" His father warned. "You agreed to behave yourself if we let you into the casino, and what do you do? You pick a fight!"
"Now apologise to Mr Tennyson." Voltara said but Torgo just crossed his arms and looked away. His mother narrowed her eyes and grabbed him by one of the horns on his chin and pulled him over.
"OW! OW! MOM!" He whined. "Okay! Okay!" She let go of him. Straightened up and looked at Ben. "Sorry."
Ben blinked, "um, apology accepted."
"There, that wasn't so hard now was it?" His mother asked.
"Can we just go already!?" Torgo walked away. "I didn't even wanna come on this stupid trip."
"Like we were really gonna leave you home alone after what happened last time." His father said as the parents followed him. "We still can't get those stains off the ceiling."
"That was," Looma paused, "odd."
"That's one word for it." Ben nodded. With that they entered their room.
"I was wondering beloved," Looma began as she put her cases down. "You said you knew that game but when it started you had no idea how to play?"
"Yeah," Ben scratched the back of his head. "I thought it was blackjack."
"How do you play that?" She asked and Ben explained the rules. "Sounds simple enough."
"Really? In that case," Ben opened one of his bags and took out a deck of playing cards. "Up for a game?"
After a quick demonstration, they were sitting on the bed playing. "Twenty beats nineteen." Ben smiled as he won another round.
"I don't understand it." Looma said. "I did so well in the casino but I keep losing here."
"I'm just naturally lucky." Ben smiled as he shuffled the cards.
"Really? Then how about testing your luck by raising the stakes?" Looma asked.
"What did you have in mind?" Ben asked.
"I believe humans call it," a sly smile formed on her lips, "Strip poker."
Ben froze and accidentally made the cards spew into the air and fall around them. "St, strip poker?"
"Well, Strip Black Jack in this case," she corrected. Ben blushed, "Whats the matter Ben? Don't tell me your scared to play the wager?"
Ben composed himself, "Ben 10 isn't afraid of anything."
"Well then," the princess caught a card as it fell, which was the Ace of Hearts. "Shall we?"
After gathering up all the cards, they played again. Looma took another card and sighed. "Twenty six."
"I win again." Ben smirked, expecting her to remove and earrings or a gold band.
But his surprise Looma stood up and pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress, letting it fall. Looma stood there in her bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. "You didn't think I was bluffing did you beloved?"
Ben gulped, "No." While thinking, "Whats she gonna take off next?" Looma sat back on the bed in front of Ben and when he stopped starring at her chest, he dealt the cards. "Twenty two, bust." Ben said.
"You know the rules," Looma smiled.
"Yeah, yeah." Ben removed his tie. "No tie, no problem." He smirked.
His smirk was gone a few minutes later as he sat in just his boxers. "How did you win eight games in a row?"
"Luck must be on my side now." Looma smirked, having only removed her dress. "Shall we go again?"
"I think I'll stop. I don't even have the shirt on my back anymore." Ben said.
"It is a bit uneven," the princess admitted. "Lets even it out a bit." She removed her necklace, earrings, gold bands, unclipped her garter belt and slowly removed her stockings. "There, that's better." Looma was now only in her bra and matching panties.
Ben just sat there starring at her. "Whoa," he thought to himself. "She doesn't mess around."
The cards were dealt face down, they placed a hand on their cards but neither turned them over. "If she wins, I'm gonna be," Ben mentally gulped. "But if I win," his gaze went to Looma's bra, then her panties and he gulped again.
"Something wrong beloved?" She asked.
"Course not." Ben said.
Looma leaned forward, "Don't tell me you've lost your bravery?"
Ben leaned forward two, "Maybe you're the one who should be worried?"
"I never back down from a challenge," she leaned in more.
"Me neither," he did the same.
"Ready?" Looma leaned closer.
"On three," they were now face to face.
"One," Looma looked him right in the eye.
"Two," Ben braced himself.
"Three!" The said together, but neither flipped their cards. Instead they mashed their lips together in a kiss.
The kiss turned passionate as Ben took Loomas face his hands and gently moved her backwards till she fell on her back with him on top of her. Looma wrapped her arms around Ben to hold him close as they kissed. Ben's hand moved from Looma's face to her breast and he began to grope it through her bra, earning a moan from her. His other hand went further down and around her back, down her back to her butt and he squeezed it.
Suddenly, two separate noises cut through the moment like a knife. They both froze, looking at each other as the noises were identified. One was from Ben's Omnitrix and the other from Looma's data pad.
Ben rolled off Looma and the two of them just lay there for a moment, looking up and the ceiling without saying a word. Looma reached over grabbing her data pad, "Excuse me." With that she walked into the bathroom and shut the door.
Ben let out a sigh and opened the watch's com, "Ben here."
"Hello Ben," came Rooks voice.
"Hey Rook," Be sat up. "Whats up? Earth didn't get invaded while I was gone did it?"
"The Earth is fine Ben. There have been only a few minor crimes since you left." Rook explained.
"Cool. So, why did you call?" Ben asked.
"Originally I merely wished to ask how the Intergalactic Royal Ball was proceeding."
"Its actually going great." Ben lay back on the bed. "The food is awesome, theres a huge pool and even a casino. Oh and get this, Azmuth is here."
"He is?" Rook was surprised.
"Yeah, apparently he made a deal with the Countess for some rare element, in exchange for a dance." Ben chuckled, "I have a feeling that's gonna be a laugh." Ben stopped when he realised something. "Wait you said originally to ask how it was going."
"That is correct," the Revonnahgander explained. "There has been word of a large fight breaking out on board the Nebula."
"It wasn't large," Ben shrugged. "I won in like three minutes. And before you ask, he started it." He explained the details, even Torgos parents making him apologise.
"Gorbal and Voltara sound like good parents." Rook said.
"Yeah, anyway Rook theres nothing to worry about," Ben assured him. "Looma and I are actually have a great time."
"That is good to hear," the Revonnahgander. "I hope I did not interrupt anything."
Ben looked at the bathroom door and blushed a little, "Nah, we were just playing cards."
"Very well, I hope you enjoy the final day of the ball and have no further incidents." Rook said.
"Later Rook," the call ended and Ben let out a deep breath.
Moments later the bathroom door opened again and Looma stepped out, this time with her gold dressing gown. "Who was it Ben?"
"It was Rook, just asking how the ball was going." Ben explained. "What about you?"
"Oh, it was nothing important," Looma looked away not meeting his eyes.
Ben raised an eyebrow to this but didn't push it, "so, ah." Looma joined him on the bed, "how about we order some room service and try a different game?"
Looma looked at him and smiled, "I'd like that."
Ben picked up the holopad, and looked through the desert menu. He didn't notice Looma look at her data pad with a frown before placing it on the nightstand.
"Hey Looma," she turned to a smiling Ben, "They have banana splits!"
The princess smiled, "sounds delicious."
And that was chapter 12. For anyone who didn't get the references, the show was How I Met Your Mother. An alien chief similar to Barney Stinson, that ink blot card was Marshall slapping Barney in their slap bet, and the bizarre and confusing game was inspired by the game, Xing Hai Shi Bu Xing, the bizarre and confusing game Barney played in Atlantic City. Sadly this story will be ending soon, but I promise you, the ending will be legen...wait for it...dary!