WARNING 18+ CHAPTER
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Ben pumped iron in the mansion's expansive gym. Sunlight poured through the large windows, illuminating the rows of weights and machines. He cranked up the volume on his playlist. Each rep brought him closer to his ideal. A body befitting a hero.
Wildgirl sat nearby, batting around a small dumbbell with her furry hand. She was more interested in playing than training. Ben told her to train, but she understood it was best to play from the sidelines.
Ben benched a heavy set, grunting with the effort. "C'mon, Wildgirl, get in here and spot me!"
Wildgirl tilted her head, letting out a soft growl. She wasn't quite sure what spotting entailed, but she knew it involved being close to Ben. She bounded over, ready to assist.
"Nah, not like that," Ben said, chuckling. "Just... stand there. And if I look like I'm struggling, grab the bar, okay?"
Wildgirl nodded, her orange hair swaying. She crouched beside the bench, her keen senses alert. Ben lowered the weight again, pushing through the last few reps. Sweat trickled down his brow. He could feel the burn in his muscles.
[Thud]
Ben set the weight back on the rack. "Alright, that's enough for today," he said, wiping his face with a towel. "I'm beat."
Wildgirl perked up, tail wagging. She loved when Ben was done training. It meant more attention for her. She scampered closer, sniffing at his sweat-soaked shirt.
"Hey, hey, none of that," Ben said, gently pushing her away. "I'm all sticky. I need to hit the showers."
Wildgirl whined, nuzzling his arm. She loved Ben's scent, especially after a good workout. It was primal. It was intoxicating. The more she smelled Ben, the more her lower body tingled with anticipation. Wildgirl felt hot inside, and itchy, like she needed to cool down.
Ben peeled her off him. "Sorry, girl. Shower time. You can play with the weights while I'm gone."
He headed towards the door, leaving Wildgirl to her own devices. As he walked away, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was different. The tingling, the heat, the need to be close to Ben, it was all escalating.
Ben stepped into the shower, turning the water on full blast. The hot spray pounded against his skin. He closed his eyes, letting the water wash away the sweat and grime. He scrubbed his hair, humming along to the music still playing in the gym.
[Click]
Ben opened his eyes, startled by the noise. He peered through the steamy glass door. Wildgirl stood there, her expression unreadable.
"Wildgirl? What are you doing in here?" Ben asked, his voice echoing in the small space.
Wildgirl didn't answer. She padded closer, her movements deliberate. Ben watched her, confused and slightly uneasy. She pressed herself against the shower door, her gaze fixed on him.
"Wildgirl, seriously, this isn't cool," Ben said, his heart rate increasing. "I'm taking a shower. You need to leave."
Wildgirl ignored him. She reached out, sliding her hand along the glass. Ben could see the intensity in her eyes, the primal desire that burned within her. She wanted to be closer. She needed to be closer.
With a swift motion, she opened the shower door. The cool air rushed in, swirling around Ben. He stared at Wildgirl, his mind racing. He didn't know what was happening. All he knew was that she was acting strangely.
Wildgirl stepped into the shower, closing the door behind her. She was now standing face to face with Ben. Her body pressed against his, the hot water cascading over them both.
"Wildgirl, what are you doing?" Ben repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
She didn't answer. She simply wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. Her body trembled, and Ben could feel the heat radiating off her skin.
Ben stood frozen, unsure of what to do. This wasn't the playful, affectionate Wildgirl he knew. This was something else entirely. Something intense, something primal, something he didn't understand.
"Wildgirl..." he began, but she cut him off, pressing her lips against his. The kiss was fierce, demanding, unlike anything he had ever experienced. He could feel her sharp teeth grazing his skin, her furry arms tightening around him.
"Hrrrrrrrrrrr," she moaned as she bit his lower lip.
Ben's mind swirled. He was caught between shock, confusion, and a strange sense of excitement. He had no idea where this was going, but he knew that things were about to change. He was no longer in control, and that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
A new sensation hit him. His manhood grew rigid, betraying any semblance of resistance. A rush of pleasure coursed through him, clouding his judgment. It became harder to think clearly as his body took over.
Wildgirl caught a whiff of his arousal, the scent fueling her frenzy. The aroma alone was enough to drive her over the edge. She broke the kiss, her eyes locking on his groin. Without hesitation, she knelt.
"Wildgirl, no," Ben managed, but the words were weak, lacking conviction.
She paid no mind to his plea. Her tongue darted out, tracing the length of his shaft. Ben gasped, his knees weakening. She continued to lavish attention on him. The combination of her rough tongue and the hot water was driving him wild.
"Stop," Ben pleaded again, but it was no use.
"Hrrrrrrrhhhh!"
Wildgirl's grip tightened, her mouth working with a ferocity that sent shivers down his spine. He could feel himself teetering on the brink, his control slipping away. He bit his lip, trying to hold back, but the pleasure was too intense.
"Nnnngghhhh," she moaned, encouraging him to let loose.
A guttural moan escaped his throat as he spilled his seed into her mouth. Wildgirl swallowed it all, relishing the taste.
"Hrrrrrrr, hrrrrrrrr!"
Her body vibrated with satisfaction. Ben leaned against the shower wall, breathless and ashamed.
She rose, dripping and wild, and got onto her hands and knees. She arched her back, presenting her rear to him. Her dark skin was slick with water, her pink wetness a beacon. It was an irresistible invitation, a silent plea for release.
Something gave way inside Ben. All thoughts of right and wrong, of consequences and responsibility, faded away. He was driven by pure, animalistic desire. He lunged forward, grabbing her hips.
He pushed himself inside her, and Wildgirl released a primal howl of delight.
"RRRRRAAAAGH!"
The sensation was electric, raw. They rocked against each other, their bodies slick with sweat and water.
Wildgirl whimpered, begging him to go harder.
"GRRRRRRRRRRR!"
The shower walls seemed to close in around them as they lost themselves in the moment.
Ben complied, thrusting deeper, faster. Wildgirl dug her claws into the floor. She craved the intensity, the violence of his lovemaking. She wanted to be taken, dominated, used. And Ben, lost in his own lust, was more than willing to oblige.
He watched the pleasure contort her face, each thrust etching a new line of ecstasy into her features. A thrill coursed through him. He wanted to make her his. Break her until there was nothing left but his mark.
"Ben?" Gwen's voice cut through the haze. She was just outside.
His heart leaped into his throat. Panic seized him. He slapped a hand over Wildgirl's mouth, silencing her. "Shhh!" he hissed, before resuming his pace.
"Ben, are you okay? I heard something!" Gwen called, her voice laced with worry.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" Ben called back, trying to sound casual, even as he continued to slam into Wildgirl. "I just, uh, stubbed my toe!"
"Stubbed your toe?" Gwen sounded skeptical. "I thought I heard..."
Wildgirl's muffled moans threatened to betray them. He clamped down harder on her mouth, wincing as he did so.
"I just really pushed myself hard, and my muscles cramped up," Ben improvised, hoping she'd buy it.
"You should take it easy,"
"Just take care of yourself," Gwen said, the words laced with concern. "And where is Wildgirl?"
Ben tried to sound nonchalant. "Yeah, she's outside, running around, being all... you know, Wildgirl."
Gwen seemed satisfied with that answer, or at least, she didn't press further. "Alright, well, I'm gonna head out. I need to grab something from the store." She paused, a strange look on her face. "I'll see you later, Ben."
She was about to leave when a scent drifted through the door crack. It was heady, intoxicating. A mix of sweat, musk, and something else, something distinctly animalistic. A sweetness, all her own. A wave of heat washed over Gwen, and her mind went blank for a second. Her core tingled, a wetness blooming between her thighs. Her nipples hardened against her sweater.
She pictured Ben, lathered in suds, water cascading over his body. His muscles, his— She shook her head, snapping herself out of it.
Ben was her cousin. She couldn't be thinking these things. Disgusted with herself, she forced a smile. "See you later, Ben," she managed, before hurrying away, wanting nothing more than to get away.
The scent lingered in her nostrils, a ghost of desire that she couldn't quite shake.
Once he made sure Gwen was really gone, Ben removed his hand from Wildgirl's mouth, panting. "Your moans almost got us caught," he said, his voice strained. He gripped her hips and slammed into her harder, his every move designed to take her to the edge.
He moved his hands up her body, grabbing her full mounds, kneading them with vigor. He teased her nipples, rolling them between his fingers.
"RAWRR!"
Wildgirl, lost in the throes of passion, let out a series of even louder moans. Her body was on fire. Every fiber of her being was centered on the intense sensations. She wanted more. She needed more.
"GGrrrrrrrrr!"
"That's it, baby," Ben whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Give it to me. Let me hear you. Let me know how good it feels." He continued to thrust, his words igniting her further. "Such a good girl."
"AAARRRGH!"
He pulled out, then turned her around. "Now you move," he instructed, his eyes burning into hers. "Do what you want."
Wildgirl needed no further encouragement. She took the lead, her movements wild and uninhibited. She bucked and writhed, her hips grinding against his. The water beat down on them, a constant reminder of their recklessness. Sounds erupted from her, primal and unrestrained.
"Grrr! Hrrrrrrr!"
Her claws dug into Ben's back, leaving shallow trails of red. It only fueled him further. She growled and purred, a symphony of pleasure and pain. She was completely uninhibited, lost in a haze of lust. Her face was contorted.
"AAARRRGH! Hrrrrrrrr!"
She was a feral goddess, and Ben was her willing supplicant.
He was close. So close. "I'm about to cum, Wildgirl," Ben said, his voice thick with lust.
He swung his hips faster, driving her wild. He could feel it too, the pressure building, the inevitable release on the horizon.
"Hrrrrr! Hrrrrrr!"
They both moaned as Ben 'sploded inside her. The pleasure was blinding, a supernova of sensation that consumed them both.
"RRRRRRRGH!"
At the same time, Wildgirl cummed, her body shuddering with release.
"Grrrrrrrrrr!"
Wildgirl could feel Ben's seed swimming inside her. Finally, that itch inside her was gone. She slumped against Ben, feeling safe and content in his arms. Ben carried her weight, his muscles trembling with exhaustion.
Then, a wave of clarity washed over him. What had he done? He'd just had sex with Wildgirl in the shower. The situation was beyond messed up.
He needed to dry himself and Wildgirl. He needed to get them both changed before his parents walked in. He needed to pretend none of this ever happened.
He turned off the faucet. Then, he carried the sleeping Wildgirl, out of the bathroom, and into his room.
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