Liam Santos

The argument escalated faster than Liam had anticipated. Novalie's words cut deep, and he felt a surge of frustration welling up inside him. He couldn't believe she was laying the blame on him for everything that had transpired. He clenched his fists at his sides, his temper flaring. "Stop with that damn French, Novalie!" he snapped, his patience wearing thin. "You always bring it into everything, and it's annoying as hell. Can't you just talk like a normal person for once?" He regretted the words as soon as they left his lips, but he was too angry to take them back. He watched her, his anger still simmering beneath the surface. "And don't act like you're innocent in all of this," Liam continued, his voice growing harsher. Why must the aphrodite campers always make things so much worse than it is. He was trying to tell her the truth but damn was he angry! "You might not have made Henry kiss me. Maybe you need to stop being so damn emotional and think for once." He knew he was pushing her buttons, but at this point, he didn't care. The anger and frustration had consumed him, and he couldn't see a way out of the mess they were in.

Liam chuckled at Maddox's question about Dustin. "Dustin is a great leader, but we have our differences," he replied with a grin. "He's got a more serious demeanor, whereas I tend to be a bit more laid-back. But he's an excellent mentor, just like Lilythe. You'll learn a lot from him if you end up in his cabin." Liam appreciated Maddox's desire to be in his cabin and felt a warm sense of pride in helping him develop his skills. As they began practicing their sword strikes, Liam observed Maddox's movements closely. He offered guidance and encouragement, helping the young camper refine his technique. Time flew by as they worked on their sword skills, but as the sun started to dip below the horizon, Liam finally spoke up. "Maddox, it's been a pleasure training with you, but I should probably get cleaned up. It's getting close to dinner time, and we don't want to miss the meal. Keep practicing your stances and strikes, and we'll continue our training tomorrow. You're making great progress!" With a pat on Maddox's shoulder, Liam gathered his gear, ready to head back to thhis room, knowing that this was just the beginning of an exciting journey for Maddox at the camp.

Mason's defense had improved, and even though Liam's strike had grazed his shoulder, it was clear that Mason was determined to hold his own. Liam couldn't help but appreciate the spirit he saw in the boy. Maybe this younger set of campers will be able to hold their own after all. Liam had been taking it easy on the kid. As Mason readied himself for another round, Liam considered his next move carefully. Mason had indeed improved, but he wasn't quite there yet. Liam decided to give him one more chance to prove himself. He lowered his sword slightly, indicating a temporary ceasefire. "You've got potential, Mason," he said with a nod of approval. "One more chance. Show me what you've got, and we'll call it a day...I got stuff to do" Liam wanted to challenge Mason further but also recognized that it was essential to end on a positive note. He respected the young camper's determination and wanted to encourage his growth.

Liam stood in front of the mirror at the cabin, his frustration and confusion simmering beneath the surface. He'd been avoiding a conversation with Novalie ever since that unexpected kiss with Henry a few days ago. He sighed deeply, running a hand through his unruly hair as his reflection stared back at him, his eyes filled with turmoil. Emotions were a foreign territory for Liam, a place he rarely ventured into, and they had a way of making him feel vulnerable, something he loathed. "Dustin, Benji, do I really have to go to this damn party?" Liam muttered, addressing his two brothers who were lounging in the cabin. Liam then began to punch his punching bag as he was getting these DAMN FEELINGS OUT. Why was life so complicated and shit what was he going to do if they showed up? FUCK...... His brothers convinced him to go saying it would be good to get out as he had been sulking for the last few days. With a reluctant nod, Liam conceded, "Alright, fine. But Benji, you're coming with me. I might need some backup." He smirked at his brother, who eagerly agreed. As they entered the party, Liam's heart skipped a beat when he spotted both Novalie and Henry across the room. His confusion and anger surged, but something kept him rooted to the spot. He wanted to turn and walk out, avoid the mess altogether, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead, he steeled himself for what lay ahead, determined to confront the emotions that had been tearing him apart, even if it meant facing the two people who had unwittingly brought him to this emotional crossroads. "Lets get a drink Benji" he said as he walked towards the jungle juice.

Hearing Henry vocalize her pleasure in such a raw way fuels Liam's already heightened senses. It's like throwing gasoline on a fire that's already raging out of control. Her guttural sounds of pleasure, serve as a potent reminder that he's hitting all the right spots. But it wouldn't be Henry without some kind of mouthing off! It's a taunt, a dare, and Liam has never been one to back down from a challenge. This of course only served to deepen his resolve to show no mercy in reaching their climax. Liam draws his hand back before delivering a firm smack to her exposed ass. "Who're you calling a pussy, Princess?" He snarled softly the corners of his mouth turning into a smirk. But in a realization that surprised even Liam, it occurred to him just how much her taunts and retorts actually turned him on even more, fueling his primal Ares need to dominate. 'Heh' he thought to himself, 'even on all fours that girl knows how to get just what she wants'. "Nearly there, Princess," he gritted through clenched teeth, his pace not slowing down. Sweat matted his hair to his forehead, his entire body thrumming with exhilarating pleasure. The final plunge into Henry was deep matching the intensity of her satisfaction, of her surrender to him. Slick with sweat and desire Liam gave one last growl before releasing himself fully inside her, respecting her earlier request. Every muscle in his body clenched as he felt his hot seed spill into her warmth. He could feel her walls clenched around him, pulling every drop from him until he felt completely spent. He remained like that for a moment buried deep inside her, both their panting breaths intermingling. The sight of his cum dripping from her pussy satisfied him, primal evidence she belonged to him. As he slowly slid out of her, he collapsed beside her. Lying beside Henry in the afterglow, Liam turns his head to look at her, "That was...incredible," he says, finally allowing a genuine smile to break through the dominant face he had maintained. His voice is softer now, the rough edges rounded out by exhaustion and contentment. "I'd ask if it was good for you too but I don't think even you could fake those moans" he teased.

The moment Henry uttered those words, begging him to unleash himself and not hold back, it was as if a switch had been flipped, releasing the caged beast that had always lurked within Liam. Without another word, he gripped Henry's hips with a fervor that left no room for gentleness, his fingers digging into her flesh as though staking his claim. He pulled her back towards him with a force that erased any remaining boundaries between man and animal, lover and prey. His thrusts turned primal, each one a powerful statement of raw, untamed desire. The rhythm was frenzied, each movement driven solely by the primal need to possess and be possessed. As Liam loses himself in the pace, his words come out in half-growls "You want me to not hold back Henry? You got it." His voice is thick with a lust that's nearly feral. His breaths come out in ragged exhales as he thrusts harder, deeper. "You're mine, Henry. Say it," he commands. Every word is punctuated by another powerful thrust, the sound of their bodies meeting echoing through the woods. "Say you're mine Princess!" As he his sensations built to an almost unbearable cliff, Liam only doubled down on his wild pace, determined to bring Henry to the edges of insanity for pleasure. With his grip still firm on her hips, his voice came out as a low, commanding growl, "Lose yourself Henry. Cum for me. Now," he ordered. It wasn't a request; it was a command from a son of Ares. Liam's eyes said it all: he was the hunter, she was his chosen, and it was time for both to yield to the inevitable climax of their primal dance.

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Hearing Henry's words Liam felt a triumphant satisfaction roar through him like a lion claiming its territory. The sweet sound of her surrender, her need need for him was more intoxicating than any victory he'd ever claimed in battle. Her desperation and her surrender was the final confirmation of his control over this charged situation. He looked down at her, her body flushed and waiting, her words a tribute to his dominance. "That's what I wanted to hear," he purred, almost animalistic in his desire. In a seamless, fluid motion, he finally granted her the fullness she had begged for, entering her with a possessive thrust that aimed to claim as much as to pleasure. This was no longer just an act of physical intimacy; it was a symbolic fusion of their complex dynamics, of power and surrender, dominance and submission. And as Liam began to move, every thrust a reaffirmation of the charged energy between them, he felt like a beast not just uncaged, but fully realized. As Liam began his rhythmical movements he leaned down closer to Henry, his breath hot against her ear. "You wanted this, remember?" he growled. "You begged for it. Now......tell me how much you love this." Each word seemed to time perfectly with his thrusts inside her keeping Henry keenly attuned to his presence, to his dominance. "You feel so good around me, so perfect," he continued a low growl of pleasure flowing through his lips. "But let's not forget who's in charge here right?" With that he intensified his pace, letting his actions speak as loudly as his words fully embracing his role as the commanding force in their tangled dance of power. Liam lifted his hand from where it had been gripping Henry's hip. With a playful motion he delivered a smack to her exposed ass. "Still think I need the ego boost?" he teased grinning. It was a light-hearted moment, but the underlying tension remained as his hand returned to its previous position, gripping her hip more tightly than before, as if to say that the game was far from over.

Liam could not make the decisions for Elena but would be there if it went wrong. He might not like Finley but hey he could still beat him up if he stepped out of line after all. It was strange for liam to think of Elena getting older and more mature. To him she was till that little girl that got claimed by their father. Well finishing up his meal, he went over and put an offering to his father in the fire before he walked back over. "Hey I got some stuff to do but I will see you later" he smirked as he then strode off. Thinking about what was to come as camp was getting more and more crowded!! the end

Liam's mind was a turbulent sea of desire, his every thought consumed by the primal act they were engaged in. As Novalie's body writhed beneath him, he couldn't help but feel a surge of possessiveness, an overwhelming need to claim her as his own. Her moans and gasps were like a siren's song, driving him further into the depths of lust. "You feel so good, Novalie," he murmured between heated breaths, his hands caressing her body. "I want to make you lose control." He relished the way she responded to him, her body moving in perfect synchrony with his own. When she whispered her desire to take control, a wicked grin spread across his face. It was exactly what he had been waiting for, the chance to let her lead, to surrender to her desires. "You lead the way," he replied. With a slow, deliberate withdrawal, he allowed her to disengage from their current position. His hands caressed her hips as he watched her climb atop him, her eyes filled with an intoxicating mixture of hunger and anticipation. The change in position ignited a new level of passion within him, the thrill of surrendering control to her sending shivers down his spine.

maybeeeeeee not my brother what about Ryo he seems to help you be a good girl

Liam's unwavering gaze remained fixed on Dustin as he spoke, his words imbued with a genuine sense of loyalty in him. Even Benji came up and seemed to feel the same, forging a connection among the brothers. The feeling of impending war hung heavily over them all, making Liam's steadfast presence beside Dustin was one he hoped showed his stance. Their blood was thick and he would never waver in his loyalty. As Benji spoke, it only fueled him more for how he felt about his brothers. Dustin's vulnerability lay exposed for all to see, evoking a surge of compassion within Liam. Throughout their shared history, it had often fallen on Dustin's shoulders to bear the heaviest burdens, and this moment was no different. "Until the end, this life hasn't been easy for any of us and we won't let it beat us down without a fucking fight" his face was stone straight but then grew a smirk "We Ares boys know a thing or two about war." This was true as it was in their blood!!!! So whatever the future held for them they would face it together. This camp had seen a lot of war before and it wasn't something that would just go away. It was as natural as something as love in this world.

Liam could feel the anger boiling in him as he felt so frustrated with the whole thing. It wasn't as if he had kissed Henry but she kissed him. UHHHHHHHH that stupid night was full of dumb things that just made him confused on everything in his life. First his dad told him about a war coming and then that thing with Henry he didn't want to speak of. As Novalie spoke, her words sliced through Liam like a dagger. Anger and frustration churned within him, and he struggled to contain his emotions. He clenched his fists at his sides, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep his temper in check. "You think I wanted this?" Liam snapped, his voice trembling with a mix of anger and self-disgust. "You think I wanted everyone to know? You think I don't respect you enough to tell you first?" His words came out in a rush, his frustration boiling over. He couldn't believe the situation he had landed himself in, and he was growing increasingly furious with each passing second. He took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure but it wasn't happening. "Novalie, I didn't plan any of this. It was a mistake, a stupid, impulsive mistake," he admitted, his voice softer now, laced with regret. "I never wanted to hurt you like this, but I'm human, and I messed up. I'm trying to make it right, but I need you to understand that I never meant for any of this to happen....but if you are too childish to under I can get that". Liam knew he was in dangerous territory as he was just as mad as it felt like she was.

I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE! Liam Santos .

The young camper had fallen but had quickly risen, ready to face the challenge anew. Liam nodded in acknowledgment of Mason's determination and decided to raise the stakes a bit. He advanced slowly, his eyes locked onto Mason's. "Alright, let's see what you've got," he said, his tone serious but encouraging. Liam circled Mason, testing his defenses once more. This time, he aimed to be less predictable, feinting left and right, probing for any opening. Liam tried to seize an opportunity. With a swift and unexpected maneuver, he lunged forward, aiming for a precise strike towards Mason's shoulder. He wanted to see if Mason could react in time and defend against a more advanced attack. This spar was becoming more than just a training session; it was turning into a test of Mason's skill and resolve.