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Loukas Makris

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  1. Loukas helped Sage to her feet, his initial suspicion slowly turning into bemusement as she awkwardly corrected him on her name. Watching her wince at a scraped knee, his concern won over. Despite the strange encounter, he couldn’t deny that Sage had a certain charm—her quirkiness was oddly endearing; plus she was pretty cute too! “Ummmm you should get that cleaned up,” he suggested, nodding towards her knee. “The forest floor isn’t exactly sterile.” He studied her for a moment, wondering why she seemed so interested in him. Was she just friendly, or was there something more behind those bright eyes and the nervous laughter? Sage's mention of the moonlight captured his attention, and Loukas glanced up at the waxing moon, feeling a subtle draw to its gentle light. “Yeah, the moonlight is... calming,” he admitted slightly hesitant. He wasn’t used to sharing his thoughts, especially with someone he barely knew. “I find it helps clear my head.” There was an unspoken heaviness in his words, hinting at the shadows lurking in the corners of his mind. Loukas caught Sage's keen gaze on him, and he could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Did she sense there was more to him than met the eye? Choosing to keep the conversation light, Loukas offered a small smile, trying to push away the lingering melancholy. “So, Sage, not Paige,” he teased lightly, attempting to ease the awkwardness between them. “What about you? What brings you out here in the middle of the night?” He tilted his head, genuinely curious about this peculiar girl who seemed so intent on knowing him. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes, but underneath, a layer of vulnerability peeked through, revealing a young man grappling with unseen burdens, yet open to the possibility of connection.
  2. As Sage whispered those three profound words in Loukas's ear, a sense of belonging swelled within him. The authenticity in her voice, the way his name flowed from her lips - it reassured him that this moment was as real and breathtaking as he had imagined. "I love you too, Sage," he said, whispering into her ear with an exhausted yet satisfied voice, his breaths still slight and irregular. His heart throbbed against his chest, the rhythm matching the throbbing sensation of their connected bodies. Loukas pulled back slightly, looking at her as if she were the only thing that mattered, capturing this moment when their individual worlds merged into one. The laughter that echoed from her lips made him chuckle. Sage's happiness, paired with her excitement to embark on another adventure of passion, brought a smile to Loukas's face. "Ok, well we've checked off the stables, where else in the camp should we do it?" he teased. This was their beginning, an intimate first in a series of memorable experiences to come. Loukas knew then, in the afterglow of their shared ecstasy, that he had fallen for this woman in his arms. ~The End
  3. The intensity of Sage's climax nearly tore a gasp from Loukas. The passionate cries from her lips ringing in his ears as her nails clawed down his back, only to return their grip on his shoulders. The feedback from Sage's body was primal, clinging tighter around him as if trying to pull him closer. His heart thundered in his chest as he gritted his teeth, trying to control his rhythm, keeping his movements slow and steady even as his own body begged for more. Feeling her contraction around him, Loukas sought to prolong this moment, for he realized that this once repeated could never be the same. He wanted to link this sensation, this absolute loss of control to their shared love. His movements grew more confident but still mindful of this being their first time, his focus solely on sending waves of pleasure coursing through Sage. His gaze remained fixed on her face, entranced by the look of sheer bliss radiating from her. He yearned for her to remember this moment, framed by the love in his eyes as he watched her ride through the climax; their first together as boyfriend and girlfriend. Eventually, Loukas felt his own orgasm approaching, a sensation that was both alarming and exhilarating. As he looked down at Sage, lost in her pleasure, the sight of her began to push him over the edge. "Sagggeeeeeee" moaning it out loud as if trying to capture this very moment for eternity. Loukas, who had been so hell-bent on maintaining control, now found himself letting go, surrendering to the indescribable ecstasy that was flooding his senses. Instead of fighting it, he allowed himself to drown in the sensations, allowing the waves of pleasure to wash over him. As his climax hit, he let out a groan, burying his face into the crook of Sage's neck while his body shuddered against hers. Tonight, Loukas had not only given but also received more love than he ever thought possible, and for that, he was indescribably grateful.
  4. Loukas felt out of his element the moment he stepped into the party. The pulsating energy, loud music, and the crowd of Camp Half-Blood residents getting lost in the revelry weren't really his scene. But he looked at Sage, her eyes shining with excitement, and felt the tension ebb away slightly. Her happiness had a knack for seeping into him, making things more bearable. Wearing a casual ensemble of dark jeans and a button-up shirt, he was conscious of how he appeared less flashy compared to some of the other party-goers. Sage pulled him towards Henry, her fingers intertwined with his, making the uncomfortable environment a little less daunting. "Hey," he greeted Henry, feeling a bit more relaxed with her sarcastic demeanor. "You're looking...festive," he added, taking in her unusually short skirt and audacious outfit. The comment about being 'out of Sage's league' made him chuckle, a light blush spreading on his cheeks. Loukas sensed tension in the air, especially when Henry and Sage's eyes darted toward Liam and then Nova. It wasn't his business, but he found himself subtly taking a protective stance. He'd seen Henry fight and knew she could hold her own, but something about the atmosphere made him vigilant. "Should be an interesting night," he muttered, mostly to himself. Loukas took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for whatever the night had in store. Despite his apprehension, he was here for Sage and Henry, and that was enough to bolster his spirits.
  5. Loukas felt momentarily exposed by Winnie's observation. It was like she had pulled back the veil on a part of him he hadn't even fully admitted to himself. He looked down at his own hands as if expecting to see this 'gentle fear' materialize before his eyes. "You're quite the observer," he finally said, managing to mask the hint of vulnerability that had briefly flashed across his face. "I think it's a mix of things, my powers, what they could do to people I care about, how I could fail to protect people I care about..." he added. As he spoke, he could feel that 'gentle fear' she mentioned—concerns about his friends' safety, the trajectory of his relationship with Sage, the ever-looming burden of his gifts. For a second, he felt like he was the one sitting in an invisible box, built from his own apprehensions and insecurities. He glanced over at Sage again, she had been his anchor, grounding him whenever his fears started to drift out of control. Looking back to Winnie, he smiled warmly. "Maybe we all have our invisible boxes, some are just better hidden than others. But it's friends like you who help us see outside them," he said sincerely, appreciating the unique lens through which Winnie viewed the world. "So, think you'll join this game and help some of us step out of our boxes?" he joked.
  6. Loukas found himself increasingly fascinated by Winnie's insights. Her comment about Henry's posture and the invisible boxes people create for themselves with secrets revealed a gift of insight not found in many. It was a kind of wisdom that he rarely encountered, certainly not during a casual game of Truth or Dare. This wasn't your everyday small talk; Winnie saw layers to people that others often missed. His curiosity piqued, he looked around the circle, trying to find someone who equally intrigued him and might elicit an interesting perspective from Winnie. His eyes landed on Tempest, the older girl who had always been an enigma to him—almost unnerving in her aura of self-contained mystery. "So what do you make of Tempest over there?" he inquired, leaning in slightly closer to Winnie. "She's always kinda terrified me. What's her story, you think?" Tempest had always intimidated him, but if anyone could unravel her, it was Winnie.
  7. Loukas felt a flush creep up his cheeks at Winnie's last question. His mind darted to a moment not long ago, a daring escapade he and Sage had embarked on that involved sneaking into the stables. It was one of those things they did when they felt the gods' eyes were elsewhere, a secret rendezvous under the guise of "checking on the Pegasus." It was a thrilling, intimate experience but of course he couldn't share that part with Winnie! "Ah, well, Sage and I once snuck into the stables late at night just to see the Pegasus. It's a whole different atmosphere in there when the moon is high," he found himself saying, glossing over the true details. Hey, it was mostly true! He chuckled, looking at Sage for a brief moment, whose eyes met his and twinkled as if sharing an unspoken secret. "So yeah, that's probably one of the more daring things, aside from tonight's dare of course," he concluded. "So, sounds like you'd be more of a 'truth' girl than a 'dare' one then?"
  8. Caught in this moonlit moment, Loukas felt an unexpected sense of connection. The thought amused him, here they were, children of the sun and the moon, meeting under the night sky. When Winnie mentioned that the moon seemed to "like him," he couldn't help but think how true it felt. For the first time, the moon's glow felt shared, no longer his solitary companion but a light shining on the both of them. "If the moon is beaming down on me carefully, I'd like to think it's because she approves of our unlikely friendship," he quipped. Winnie's comment about the 'smallest things' being 'the most beautiful' struck a chord within him. How well that idea seemed to harmonize with his own nightly wanderings. "New perspectives are good, they broaden the soul. And if it helps, I think the stars are already your friends; they just don't speak the same language as we do," he said matching her whimsical word choice, lifting his gaze skyward for a moment. "Hey, you're not hurt or anything are you? I didn't think to check but I kinda ran into you pretty fast."
  9. A part of him felt awkward for having been exposed to his new friend but hey that's truth or dare for you. But another part of him found amusement in Winnie's careful observation of camp dynamics. "Happy to see you're soaking in the lunar ambiance," he grinned, playing along with her joke. Loukas noticed that she was genuinely interested in the emotional landscape of their fellow campers, her remarks almost poetic. "Harp strings, huh? That's a nice way to put it," he responded thoughtfully. His eyes briefly met Sage's, his primary source of comfort, before he redirected his attention to Winnie. "It's a wild game but fun, you should join in if you're feeling adventurous. You never know what you'll end up doing," he said with a light laugh, still tinged with the anxiety of his recent dare. "In fact, what is the more daring thing you've done?" he asked curiously.
  10. Loukas jolted a little in his seat, he was so infixed on the game going on that he didn't even see Winnie show up. She seemed to have that ability, like a whisp of wind coming along unexpectedly. Oh gosh did she see him naked?!? he panicked for a moment before trying to collect himself as best he could. "Oh hi Winnie! Didn't see you there" he said in a hurried tone hoping that if he talked enough he'd move on from his previous worried thought. "I'm kind of surprised you're up this late. Is the moon rubbing off on you sun girl?" he teased before awkwardly continuing. "Ummmm, soooooo have you ever played this game before? What have you seen so far?" Loukas was not the most subtle of campers, something Sage consistently teased him about.
  11. Loukas felt a strange, gentle sort of warmth radiate from Winnie as she spoke, like a single ray of sunshine breaking through a cloudy day. Despite being creatures of opposite realms—her of the sun and him of the moon—it amazed him how comfortable and right this impromptu meeting felt. "Moon eyes huh?" He laughed softly, intrigued by her remark. It was as if she had unraveled a little piece of his identity with just a few simple words. "Well, I guess you could say the moon and I are old friends. We've shared quite a few conversations during my night runs." Her next comment about the timing of his day stirred a sense of irony within him. It was true; while she probably spent her mornings basking in Apollo's glory, he found the daytime harsh, the sun too glaring and the noise too disruptive for his senses. The night was his sanctuary, where he could be his most genuine self, plus sleep was so nice. Though he had to admit Sage had recently been disrupting much of his sleeping schedule.....not that he minded of course. "You're right, I'm not much for mornings. The moonlight calls to me more than the dawn does. Breakfast crowds just don't feel as inviting as a solitary run under the night sky," he admitted with a smile. Her observational skills impressed him. In a camp full of demigods each grappling with their own destinies, it was easy to become a background figure, to blend into the shadows—something he often preferred to do. Yet here was Winnie noticing his absence in the day's early hours. It made him feel seen, in a way view people outside of Sage and his siblings made him had. "Seems like you have a knack for noticing the little things," Loukas remarked. "That's a rare quality, you know. So, what brings you out at these late hours?"
  12. Loukas was pounding the path, the gravel crunching underfoot, relishing in the thrill of the night's energy surging through him. The full moon above made him feel unstoppable, an electrical charge in the air that filled him with energy. He was so caught up in the exhilarating speed and the moonlight filtering through the trees that he almost didn't notice the girl in front of him—almost. Then came the collision, his reflexes not quick enough to avoid it. As he stumbled back, his eyes widened at the sight of Winnie, someone he'd seen around camp but hadn't really talked to. "Oh, hey, don't worry about it," he managed to say, brushing gravel from his palms. Her remark about the moon blinking gave him pause, an unexpected moment of whimsy in the midst of his run. A small amused smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He accepted her offered hand not because he needed help getting up, but more as a gesture of camaraderie. "Waiting for the moon to blink, huh? Now, that's a thought." As he regained his composure Loukas felt oddly compelled to linger, despite his usual preference for solitude. Something about Winnie’s dreamy demeanor pulled at his curiosity. She was a sun demigod stepping into a realm where he felt most at home, why was that he wondered. Winnie did look out of place but yet so unperturbed by it, as if the moon might actually blink back at her if she asked it nicely. "You know," he said, locking eyes with her for a moment, "the night has its own kind of magic, even if the moon keeps its eyes wide open."
  13. Loukas walked along his usual path near the woods, his eyes shifting constantly as he felt an unshakable sensation that someone or something was following him. The moon was in its waxing phase, but it still cast enough light to make the shadows seem to spring to life. This only increased his sense of unease. Though he seldom practiced magic like he should have been, it was moments of unease like this where he felt he could sense things. But a distraction (specially a magical one) was the last thing he needed. His mood was already sour as it was filled with a foggy melancholy that he couldn't seem to shake off. As he approached a clearing he heard a rustling in the bushes. Before he could fully process the sound, a figure tumbled out onto the path, exclaiming a mangled version of his name before landing awkwardly on the ground! 'What the hell?!?! he thought. For a split second his first thought was that whatever had been following him had finally decided to make its move. Well if it was a fight this monster wanted!.......wait...he didn't have a sword....or honestly any will to wait a monster like this! But as he focused on the fallen individual he recognized her! The girl he had seen at the campfire! What on earth was she doing lurking in the bushes? "Uh......hey?" Loukas stammered. "Are you okay?" He extended a hand to help her up though internally he was very suspicious. Why was she here? Was this what had caused him to feel followed all this time? A part of him felt flattered and another part puzzled. But for now he decided he would act friendly towards this stalker. After all, it wasn't every day that someone literally falls into your life. "It's....ummm Paige right?" he asked.
  14. Loukas could feel the moment their bodies became truly entwined, feeling the gentle resistance and then the yielding, indicating Sage's virginity. He felt he was hyper-aware of every minute detail - from the heat radiating from her core to the short breaths she took, the fingers that clung to him, and the soft moans that spilled from her lips. Every sound, every sensation only intensified his connection to Sage. As he continued to move their rhythm together became more fluid, their bodies syncing perfectly. He could hear the soft whispers of her breath against his ear, her nails occasionally digging into his back. “Sage...” He murmured, voice thick with emotion. He wanted to tell her how he felt, how much she meant to him, but words seemed inadequate at the moment. Instead, he poured all his emotions into his actions, figuring she would understand. Loukas could sense the change in her body language, the small hints that she was approaching her peak. Her breaths became shorter, her grip on him tighter. He adjusted his angle, wanting to ensure she felt every bit of pleasure. His eyes shifted to her chest, where her perky breasts rose and fell with each breath. Without breaking rhythm, Loukas lowered his lips to one of her nipples, gently taking it between his teeth and tugging it lightly. He continued to tease and nip, ensuring that Sage felt pleasure not just from their connection below but from the attention he was giving to her sensitive peaks. The soft texture, the tantalizing sensation as they hardened further under his attention, only fueled his desire. While lavishing one nipple with his warm mouth he used his fingers on the other, rolling and pinching it gently. He could tell Sage really enjoyed when he did this and being a guy, was only too happy to oblige.
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