Ben 10 Porn Story: For a Voice Like Thunder Chapter 2

Say it!

Myaxx: …No.

C’mon!!!!! You promised!!!

Myaxx: …No.

Two-year-old! (sticks out tongue)

Myaxx: Look who’s talking!

Not the point! Now say it!

Myaxx: Will you shut up if I do?

Probably not! But there’s a chance…

Myaxx: (sighs) Fine. Mia doesn’t own Ben 10 or William Blake. But she does want to give a shout out to HeartofaGoddess2009 for her awesome first review. Many cookies with chocolate chunks and ice cream for you. (looks to Mia) Happy?

Very! :)

Myaxx: Slave driver…

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The screen came on the same as any other day. Something told me I should pay attention, but I was too tired to care, especially after fighting off a rebellion of cyber pirates on Vulpin only twelve hours prior.

Of course, I dropped everything I was doing and stared as I heard the voice coming through the speakers.

A little deeper than I remembered, but looking to the screen brought undeniable proof.

Gwen.

Gwen was talking and she was saying something that was making her very happy, but I couldnt hear her, nor could I bring myself to care. Gwen was right there, on the screen, talking to us to me!

-and so, with a bit of negotiation, we were able to purchase your teams freedom. All of your debts have been paid off, finished the human female, smiling brilliantly.

The room went silent. Warmth filled each of us in rapidly heightening pleasure until we felt we might have exploded.

I screamed, grabbing the person closest to me Synaptak and gave him a quick kiss just to release the elation I felt boiling over. Ultimos, I noted out of the corner of one of my eyes, was not celebrating with us. I tapped the giddy Synaptak whose gaze melded with mine as we listened to the conversation our leader was having with Ben.

Whats wrong? I could hear the terror in his voice as a tangible force, freezing the rooms warm joy.

Silence.

Its Vilgax. I did everything I could, but there were too many of them. I swear there was nothing I could have done, Bens voice echoed in the icy hall of our ship for a time undeterminable.

Stillness.

Ben, please, tell me what is wrong, Ultimoss voice trembled in time with his hands, though the question seemed pointless as he looked to have already decided what the answer was. Tears shimmered on his eyes, but did not spill over the rims. He wouldnt let them.

Sigh.

Your planet is gone.

Minutes. Hours. Days. Years.

After a time in a delicate, frozen non-reality, a cry of desolation shattered the beautiful pillars of frost and drew us back to the nightmare of acceptance and realism.

Ultimos fell to his hands and knees, wailing hopelessly, his voice like thunder, drowning out all else and the day is spoiled. Our war may be over, but our dearest friend has lost to the nobility, and to the tyrants, and to himself.

And I know, looking at his fearfully broken face, he will not be okay.