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Benji Baker

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  1. Benji leaned against a sturdy oak tree, a relaxed posture masking the intense focus with which he watched the soccer match. Krystal was in the center of it all, her footwork impeccable, making agile moves that hinted at a strong lineage of athletes. It wasn't just her skills, but the sheer determination that oozed from every step, every pass, and every shot that had caught Benji's attention. He had heard of the girl, the child of Nike, and witnessing her now, it all made sense. A fleeting thought danced in his mind, What would it be like to have her on his team for the Capture the Flag games? As the whistle blew and Krystal walked off the field for a break, Benji took a deep breath to summon some courage. "Hey, Krystal!" he called out, pushing off from the tree and walking over with a hesitant smile. "That was some amazing footwork out there. I'm Benji, by the way. From the Ares cabin." He ran a hand through his hair, suddenly self-conscious under her gaze. It was strange; he could perform in front of a crowd in an arena fight without any issues, but a simple conversation with Krystal had his heart pounding louder than he'd like to admit. He might be the son of a god of war but talking to girls was always a challenge for most boys his age. @ Krystal Rose
  2. Each word Novalie uttered was like a match sparking to life, setting the already combustible atmosphere ablaze. Benji inhaled sharply, each French syllable coaxing his bloodstream to pulse hotter, his hardness proving a point of insistent demand within her. This girl had stoked a desire within him he hadn't realized he possessed and he reveled in every moment of it. His eyes traveled down her bare back, tracing the contours of her body, the blend of strength and surrender that was uniquely hers. The sight of Novalie bent over the bench, ass beautifully presented to him sent a rush of possessive satisfaction over him. "Trust me, you will learn, Nova..." He grinned, his voice dripping with desire. His large hands roved her body, tracing over her tantalizing curves, gripping onto her waist and pulling her back against him, the soft bump of her ass against him heightening the tension between them. His gaze was glued to where they were joined, the sight so profoundly erotic that it pulled a low, hungry growl from his throat. He leaned into her, deepening the intimate connection as his body molded against hers. Taken by the heat of the moment, he started to move, his thrusts slow and calculated. The unique blend of tightness and wetness that engulfed him felt amazing, tantalizing his senses and encouraging him to pick up his pace. With each pass, Benji invaded her deeper, the rhythmic slide of his shaft punctuated only by the smacking sounds of their union. He delighted in her cries, her words a melody to his ears. His hand snaked its way up, slipping into her hair, tugging her head back so he could whisper in her ear. "Mmmm Nova, you've been quite the bratty conquest this evening, bending you over into submission has been a joy" His words, laden with lust, had a deliberate quality - a verbal manifestation of his physical dominance. Truthfully though Benji was becoming dangerously hooked on Novalie, his feelings had shifted from playful amusement to a searing hunger that consumed every rational thought. His body responded to this shift, his strokes becoming rougher, every inch of him pushing within her as his body guided her towards the sweet precipice of orgasm. He peppered her shoulders with a mix of bites and kisses. "If this is defiance…" He rumbled, a wicked grin on his face. " … then I think I'm quite enjoying your back-talking." His hand slipped between Novalie's thighs, circling her clit in quick successions. His grip on her waist tightened as if he was claiming every part of her, a proclamation of his dominance that she was his - at least for tonight. "Now be a good brat and cum for me," the son of Ares ordered.
  3. Benji raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. He leaned back, feigning exaggerated contemplation as he gazed up at the clear sky, giving Dustin a side glance. "Ah, women at camp," he began, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "because, you know, that's just what I need in my life right now: more drama." He chuckled, shaking his head. Benji was no stranger to the complexities of camp relationships, having had his fair share of flirtatious encounters, but he'd always managed to keep things casual, avoiding the deeper emotional entanglements that seemed to ensnare many of his fellow campers. He looked directly at Dustin, his eyes teasing but a hint of sincerity lurking beneath. "You might think having a girl by your side makes things easier, but I've watched enough soap operas unfold here to last a lifetime." Benji paused, the mirth fading from his eyes just a touch as he reflected on his own "soap operas". Between women like Abby and Novalie he was learning first hand the emotional entanglement that could happen when things started to go beyond the physical. "But hey, if you ever need a break from all the lovey-dovey stuff, just remember your perpetually single brother is here to pull you back to reality." He grinned, playfully punching Dustin on the arm. "Until then, enjoy your romantic bliss, Cupid."
  4. Benji watched Liam's face closely, picking up on the storm of emotions that his brother was trying hard to suppress. There was something in the air tonight; tension, uncertainty, and a sense of vulnerability that even Ares' kids weren't immune to. "Hell yeah, a drink sounds good," Benji replied, eager to support Liam yet feeling a cocktail of his own emotions. As they moved toward the punch bowl, his eyes skimmed the crowd, landing momentarily on Novalie and Henry. His protective instincts kicked in, paired with an undercurrent of curiosity about how the night would unfold for his conflicted brother. Benji had always found parties like these to be a paradoxical mix of escape and confrontation, a battlefield of another sort where emotional wounds could be as devastating as any physical injury. As Liam filled their cups with jungle juice, Benji felt the weight of the evening ahead. It was going to be one of those nights, filled with revelations and confrontations, and he couldn't help but wonder how many battle lines would be redrawn before the dawn. Taking a gulp of the questionable liquid, he squared his shoulders and met Liam's eyes. "All right, man, let's do this. We've got your back, no matter what happens."
  5. The tension in the air had been palpable, and seeing his older brother let his guard down, even for just a moment, was like lifting a weight off Benji's own shoulders. For too long, he had been the silent observer, taking in the nuances of his brothers' characters, understanding their struggles but not knowing how best to address them. Now, as he looked at Dustin's tear-streaked face and heard Liam's words of loyalty, he felt a new sense of unity among them. "You're not alone, Dustin. None of us are," he reaffirmed, hoping to echo the strength of Liam's earlier sentiment. "We've each got our own way of preparing for what's coming. Yours is to lead; mine is to observe and strategize; Liam's is to charge in with all the strength and courage he possesses. Together, we cover each other's weaknesses and amplify each other's strengths." Something about this interaction had cemented something within Benji, a resolve that seemed to say, 'We will face this, and we will face it together.' He wasn't naive. He knew that the upcoming war would bring trials that would test them in unimaginable ways, but in that moment, as he stood there with his brothers, he felt ready. Benji was often accused of being too aloof, too detached, but he loved his brothers fiercely, and he knew that now was the time to show it. "It takes a strong leader to show vulnerability, Dustin," Benji added softly, locking eyes with his brother. "Your strength isn't just your own; it's drawn from all of us. Remember that, especially when you feel the weight of this war on your shoulders."
  6. The smirk on Novalie's lips found its mirror on his, never once faltering as he watched her moist lips and glistening chin with a hungry gaze. The sight was so degradingly intimate and inherently provocative. Each time Novalie had met his gaze and then demurely returned to bestowing her attention upon his throbbing cock, it was if she'd seared him with her lust. He knew her kind could amplify these feelings and he willingly submitted himself to that. His blood shot straight to his groin, his cock twitching in time with his rapidly pulsing heartbeat. Novalie was an irresistible blend of innocence and wanton desire in her playful retort. 'Given the chance I'll defiantly talk back'. A trap for sure, but one he willingly leapt into, besides, he had an idea of how to work that in his favor. "Is that so?" He murmured, his voice raw lust at this point as he continued to gauge her expression. The thought of bending Novalie over the bench, his hard cock slipping between the warmth of her folds, magnified this wild, burning ache into an indomitable need...he didn't want to just take her, he wanted to own her. "Sounds like the lesson isn't complete just yet." With that said Benji stood up with renewed purpose, gripping the smaller girl he swiftly turned her around. His strong hand wound its way into the small of her back before he leaned into her, pressing her chest firmly against the cool, hard surface of the bench bending her over it. Placing his throbbing cock at her entrance, Benji's gaze remained ensnared at the magnificently lewd sight before him. His hand guided his hardness, slowly rubbing himself back and forth against her, the wet slickness inviting him to a forbidden dance of ecstasy. With a hand placed firmly on her lower back, he leaned over her pushing his hips forward, he gently eased the tip of his cock inside. A gasp escaped his mouth as he paused, allowing her to adjust to his size before he would delve deeper, claiming her to the full extent. "Put that mouth to good use again, I want to hear nothing but those sweet sounding French words as I fuck you, understand?" This was more than just pleasure for Benji, it was control, a unique taste of power that came from pushing her limits. This was Benji in his purest form - a dominant, basking in the sight of Novalie surrendering herself to his command.
  7. In complete darkness Benji felt his senses sharpen. Abby's haunting laughter echoed around him which only served to magnify the tension. Her whisper in his ear startled him, but it was her words that truly left an impact. For a moment the question of whether he enjoyed this uncomfortable bind lingered in his mind. It was true; if he truly wanted to break free from the magical binds, he probably could have. Was there something strangely electrifying about this power struggle? Something... compelling about Abby's newfound strength? 'BOO' Abby's voice broke the darkness, and light flooded back into the arena. Benji's eyes narrowed as they adjusted, and he found Abby lunging at him, aiming a swift kick toward his legs. This time, her foot connected solidly, and the force of the blow sent him to his knees. 'You can't beat me, Benji' she hissed, locking eyes with him. Those eyes. For the first time, Benji noticed they weren't just blue; they were a fierce, stormy shade, swirling with complexities he had never bothered to look for. The humiliation of being brought to his knees was undercut by a strange kind of disorienting excitement. He felt his own power, his own potential for domination, but there was something else—something he couldn't name, but wanted to explore. A spark of... respect? Intrigue? What the hell was it?!?! "Well, let's find out, shall we?" Benji looked up and smirked, rising slowly to his feet with a renewed sense of purpose. This fight was about more than just a display of physical strength; it was an exploration of hidden desires, buried feelings, and...maybe a newfound respect. Abby had awakened something in him, a curiosity he couldn't ignore. And he was eager to see where it led.
  8. What did I say about running your mouth without permission Nova?
  9. Benji's eyes narrowed to slits, watching Novalie. His breath hitched when he saw the look of unmasked desire on her face, feeling her squeeze his thighs gently. The primal need in her eyes was stoked to life, between the fiery blush of her ass and the salacious smirk on her luscious lips. "You're a quick study, aren't you?" He managed a husky chuckle. As she parted her mouth, Benji's fingers threaded through her hair instinctively, a possessive gesture of command. When she took him in her mouth, a guttural moan escaped his lips. The sensations coursed through him like white-hot lightning, reducing his world to the seductive rhythm of her mouth. His hand tightened in her hair, not pullingly harsh but a firm and assertive grip nonetheless, molding her pace to his whims. "Make sure you pay attention, Nova," he ordered hoarsely, each word punctuated with a sharp intake of breath. He couldn't resist guiding her, gently pressing her head further down his length, the sight of Novalie's submission coaxing a breathy groan of pleasure from him. The sight wasn’t just tantalizing but the feel of her lips wrapping around him was otherworldly. His cock throbbed with every teasing contact, the rhythm of her bobbing head setting an intense, fevered space. As she locked eyes with him, Benji's pleasure danced across his face. He let his fingers play with the locks of her hair while the other hand traced her jawline, reveling in the sight of her earnest attention to her task. With a sinful grin, he whispered, "That's my girl. That's how you learn, Nova." The spark in her eyes, the rhythm of her movements, it was all consuming. His desire mounting, his grip in her hair became more intense, guiding her further down on him, thrusting a little deeper each time. "You learn your lesson yet or do I need to bend you over this bench and continue the demonstration?" He asked, letting go of his grip so that she could answer.
  10. The sharp coolness of the night's air ran a contrast to the feverish anticipation welling up within Benji. He allowed himself a moment to observe the smooth expanse, now deliciously laid bare under his watchful eyes. His palm ghosted over the curves of Novalie's pert bottom, feeling the silky skin shiver under his touch, even as his fingers traced a tantalizing path to the small of her back. "Seems like you're in dire need of some lessons, Nova," he murmured, a single slap landing on her cheek with a force that resonated in the quiet enveloping them. He continued, but with a gentleness that contradicted the previous severity. Each slap that followed was punctuated with a swift, soothing stroke, the contrasting sensations designed to blur the boundaries between punishment and pleasure. "No more defiance, understood?" he commanded firmly, continuing his teaching. Each sharp spank was measured, an artful dance that painted her pale skin a rosy hue. Benji's strong hand alternated between Novalie's cheeks, leaving no spot untended. Between each calculated whack, he would gently rub the flushed skin, the heat from each stroke soothing the sting, sparking a contrasting rhythm of pain and satisfaction. The authoritative slap of his palm against her soft skin created a tempo that was both demanding and tantalizing. Each ensuing smack and the immediate follow-through of his touch meant to drive her deeper into the intoxicating spiral of his lesson. By the time Benji felt the lesson given ample justice, Novalie's now burning-red cheeks bore the evidence of his firm lesson on discipline. His fingers traced the warm imprints fondly while his other arm securely held her waist, anchoring her in the sea of her awakened sensations. "Lesson over, my sassy princess," he intoned, ending the masterful discipline ritual, his hands now firm and reassuring, massaging her inflamed bottom in soothing circles. Even in the silence that followed, the echo of his lessons already carved in the iridescent canvas of the night remained, a tangible evidence of his unique 'teaching' methods. And as he released her, allowing her to get up off her lap an evident manifestation of his own intense desire became more apparent. Benji's arousal reflected visibly, his engorged length throbbed with an intensity reflecting the pulsating heat of the moment. The demanding arousal coursed teasingly up his member, veins thrumming with anticipation, the tapered head shiny with pre-cum testament to the lust 'teaching' had awoken in him. "Mmmmm you look delightful with red ass, how's that mouth of yours doing now? There's more I can teach you that would certainly put your mouth to better use. Since you've been such a good student you're welcome to take a closer look, I know you want to" he teased matter-of-factly as he continued sitting on the bench lightly stoking his cock.
  11. An unknown pleasure thrummed through his veins as she defied him again and again. Novalie was as feisty as they came, and Benji couldn't help but find her rebellious attitude strangely captivating, albeit annoying. With his mischievous smirk deepening, he received his clothes from her with a small chuckle, "Don't worry, Little Benji knows how to handle the cold just fine," he retorted, dropping them back to the ground. "I don't think I'll need these anytime soon." Then he arched an eyebrow at her little jab, seeing her confident demeanor falter for a fraction of a moment. Seeing Novalie in such close proximity was intoxicating. The way her chest heaved with each breath, the spark of defiance in her eyes, the vulnerable pulse throbbing at her throat. It was hard to control his urges, hard to bite back his response, but Benji had his pride as well. His mind was clouded with the alcohol from earlier, a mild buzz adding an unnatural sharpness to the whole encounter. He felt muddled, yet strangely focussed. "I don't need to try, Sweet Sass," he chuckled lowly, "I will." Though he inwardly cursed her for intruding his peace, he couldn't deny the enticing pull she possessed. It wasn't love, far from it. If anything it was an undeniable lust, purely physical. But enmity aside, he wouldn't lie to himself; the girl in front of him was provocative in nature and appearance, a temptress but seemingly unaware of her own allure. But dammit she just couldn't keep her mouth shut, and as an Ares he had a short temper to begin with. Losing his patience with Novalie's playful defiance, Benji dropped his repose as a menacing resolve hardened his features. All traces of his amused smirk evaporated, replaced by a fierce determination. Quick as a cat, he shot one arm under her knees while his other arm circled around her waist securely. And before she could react, he hoisted her up over his shoulder in a swift, fluid motion. Despite the unexpectedness of his actions, he couldn't help but notice the softness of her against his skin, which had an intoxicating feel to it. He confidently carried her towards the large wooden bench by the lake. Benji settled down, positioning her over his knees with an effortless strength. Her lacy black bottom was in his sight and his hand itched to tear away the soft fabric. Allowing his gaze to appreciate the sight just for a beat, he bunched the delicate lace in his hand. With a swift jerk, he tore off her lacy bottom, exposing the pale moonlight-kissed skin of her ass to his heated scrutiny. Benji confidently carried her towards the large wooden bench by the lake. Benji settled down, positioning her over his knees with an effortless strength. Her lacy black bottom was in his sight and his hand itched to tear away the soft fabric. Allowing his gaze to appreciate the sight just for a beat, he bunched the delicate lace in his hand. With a swift jerk, he tore off her lacy bottom, exposing the pale moonlight-kissed skin of her ass to his heated scrutiny. From his lips dripped a teasing, "Oh, Novalie," his deep voice holding an edge of mockery and unmistakable elation. He studied her curvaceous form with open desire, his fingers dancing lightly over her now exposed skin. "Is this what you wanted, huh?" he taunted, his voice lowered to a throaty whisper. Despite the implied humor, there was an undeniable undercurrent of tension tracing the contours of his resonant voice, making it reverberate through the silence of the moonlit night. "In Cabin Five we believe in discipline above all. Need me to teach that to you Sass?"
  12. Benji watched as Novalie tried to mask her blush, her feeble attempt only making him chuckle under his breath. Damn, she was a work of art – a tantalizing mix of innocence and tease. He was about to retort when he saw her eyes flicker down for a brief moment, his eyes narrowing with enjoyment at her subtle defeat. "Oi, eyes up here!" He shouted, a glimmer of amusement sparkling in his eyes, "Though I admit, the view is quite tempting. If you say please I might even allow you to take another look." The tension between Novalie and Benji thickened, her defiant attitude proving to be equally irritating and enticing. Benji had more than his fair share of run-ins with the Aphrodite types, their penchant for drama and flair for theatrics almost always a headache, but their allure was undeniable. As the moon spilled its glow over the water, it clung to Novalie in a tantalizing manner that kept his gaze helplessly drawn to her. Tipsy as he was, each of her movements caught his attention, like a painter bewitched by his muse. Frustration gnawed at him, a typical mix of annoyance at the interruption and the sudden, unbidden desire he felt towards her. As Novalie flaunted her body in the most nonchalant manner, it was challenging for Benji to keep a straight face. He attempted to maintain some semblance of control. It was a comical dance, an amusing interplay of power and yearning. A sense of tipsy audacity took hold, prompting him to say, "Alright drama queen, enough of your antics. I came here for a peaceful swim, not a damsel-in-distress act. But I won't deny, the dramatic flair makes the night a bit more... exciting. You know what? Keep the clothes, the night air feels good on my skin" he taunted as he leaned back to relax on the nearby boulder, his whole muscular body unashamedly on display for her. "Though you keep mouthing off like that I will be forced to spank you, even Aphrodite campers need to learn their manners."
  13. The boldness of Novalie's laughter echoed in the stillness of the night, accompanying her words which caught Benji off guard. Sure, he had expected some sort of retaliation but her holding his clothes was a cheeky move he hadn’t anticipated. He blinked, his initial shock replaced with amused surprise. He watched the vibrant display of emotions on the Aphrodite child’s face, from mischief to a triumphant satisfaction. Waves lapped around Benji, conveying a slight chill to his submerged skin. But the chill was promptly swept away by a rising heat of intrigue and the faint sting of tipsy ego at her blatant challenge. He watched as her hand waved his clothing mockingly, her lips curved upwards in a teasing smile. Her laughter felt like little sparks dancing in the air, intertwined with the faint scent of Aphrodite’s magic and the heady mix of the rippling water. Despite himself, a genuine laugh escaped him. This was a game, a fascinating game and Novalie was proving to be an interesting opponent. His lips curved in a half-smile, his eyes glimmering with a new found interest. He wasn’t just going to let her make a fool out of him, was he? "Well well, Novalie… I hope you're ready to face the consequences," he led on playfully, his voice dropping an octave lower with the last word. In one fluid motion, Benji stepped forward, propelling himself from the water, his firm muscles playing under the glow of the moonlight. The water droplets played down his skin, tracing the curve of his abs, trailing further down on his absolutely stunning body. His manhood, thick and impressive, swayed lightly as he moved, graced by droplets that made it glisten, appearing like a tantalizing piece of art in the calm moonlit night. Free and bare, he stood, not shying away from revealing what nature had blessed him with. Benji's piercing eyes bore into hers, testing her reactions as he advanced towards her with confidence in his nude form. His damp hair, slightly tousled, clung to his forehead, giving him an intoxicating appearance. The silence of the night was only broken by the rhythmic sound of water dripping from his wet skin and the soft crashing of the waves. As the distance shortened, his arm reached out, certain, and determined. He held out his hand for Novalie to return his clothes, a challenge of its own etched in his actions. Testing her, he stood strong, his cocky grin becoming more pronounced. He stared down at her, a smirk playing on his lips, “I do believe those are mine," he said, his voice a deep rumble, "and as far as that spanking goes, I think I see someone that would be willing to give it to you."
  14. Benji felt a mixture of frustration and amusement as he engaged in this late-night encounter with Novalie. Her defiance and the way she presented herself, even in the middle of the night, were provocative. While his initial annoyance at her intrusion remained, he couldn't deny that the sight of her was captivating. The moonlight played tricks with her silhouette, casting her in an enigmatic allure that tugged at his senses. His tipsy state blurred the line between irritation and attraction, leaving him feeling oddly disarmed. "Novalie, you're impossible," he muttered under his breath as she pointed out his presence, her words laden with cheeky innuendo. He couldn't help but smirk despite his best efforts to maintain his annoyance. Her retort about not being alone, implying his presence, triggered a wry grin on his face. Perhaps she wasn't as much of a nuisance as he initially thought. "But really, what good against a monster would I be compared to you?! Five minuties in your presence and any beast would jump off a cliff!" A part of Benji was genuinely intrigued by Novalie's impassioned defense, her words simmering with raw anger, somehow making her more appealing to him. He'd always been one to prefer a woman who could spar with words, maybe that was the Ares in him he didn't know. Still, he couldn’t help giving a side-eye glance towards his pile of clothing he had left onshore. As tipsy as he was, his mind was running a hundred miles an hour, sizing up the distance and planning his escape if needed. As Novalie turned her back to him, he knew the tension had decidedly taken a turn. Benji inched closer, ever so slowly, the water now rippling around him in larger waves. He passed a contemplative hand through his wet hair, taking in Novalie's stiffened posture. Was she...crying? That was unexpected. From the corner of his eye, he saw her hand whip up to her eyes. Damn. He groaned slightly, a momentary regret washing over him. Perhaps he had pushed too hard...then against his better judgement he couldn't help but tease her further pushing the boundaries of their otherwise tumultuous relationship. "You're out here on this beautiful night, and yet, you're acting like a child who's been denied a sweet treat. You know, some people might say you need a good... spanking to set you straight." His words hung in the air for a moment, laced with innuendo, before he couldn't help but laugh at his own audacity. He was sure that would drive her away and then he could collect his pile of clothes and be done for the night.
  15. As Novalie approached the water, Benji could see her nightwear-clad form illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. The fabric clung to her, revealing her silhouette with an alluring charm that even Benji, in his mildly tipsy state, couldn't ignore. Each movement she made only emphasized the appeal, though he tried to maintain his focus on her face. However, a couple of drinks earlier in the night had dulled his inhibitions, making it a little harder for him to resist his gaze from wandering to her full breasts. Damn Aphrodite campers were always trouble but they looked so good. Why is she out here? he wondered, struggling to keep his annoyance in check. Yet, the allure of Novalie's form, combined with the effect of the alcohol, made his voice come out slightly softer than intended. "Novalie, you shouldn't out this late alone," he warned, an undercurrent of concern threading his words. Not that he was particularly concerned for her, but more so for the drama that seemed to follow in her wake. Benji's focus wavered as Novalie bent over slightly, accentuating her curves, pulling him out of his thoughts. Trying to seem like it didn't affect hime, he rested his arms on a rock just by the shore, giving him leverage while ensuring that the lower half of his body remained hidden beneath the water's surface. The situation felt a tad ridiculous – him, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity in his inebriated state, while she unabashedly flaunted her allure. "Look, I'm not up for company. This is my spot," as he spoke be made a 'scooting' motion with his hand as if to brush her away. "So shoo, go be someone else's drama tonight"
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