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Ash smirked as Theo asked about her visit. He seemed surprised, but not in a bad way. That was a good sign at least. So she felt a little bit more confident as she continued to speak. "Thought you'd be happy to see me after last time." She said with a wink."I came prepared." She said, lifting up another bottle of the mead that she brewed in her cabin. Her father was banned from drinking, but she wasn't. At least, not in a divine intervention sort of way. And alcohol always seemed to soothe her in a way that nothing else could. "Would you believe me if I said I got lonely?" Her fingers from her free hand tiptoed up his chest. It wasn't that far from the truth. She certainly was lonely. But that was an emotional state that she found herself in constantly. Even her siblings found her a bit too intense for their preferences sometimes. Aislynn's reckless behavior got carried away more than it should, and she didn't even attempt to curb it. That rubbed a lot of people the wrong way, and as a result she found herself with quite a bit of alone time, whether she wanted it or not. The only times that changed were when she through a party, or when she let herself be used for someone else's pleasure. This was, however, the first time she had actively sought out someone else's company to remedy that since she had been a little girl. It was the first time that, deep down, she wanted a connection with someone that was more than just physical. But she couldn't even recognize that herself, so there was no way she could express that to Theo. "I can go back to my cabin if you'd rather though."

"Mmhg, I'm yours Liam! Wait n--" she tried to catch herself, but her arousal was too great. Her brain felt entirely empty, the only thing that existed for her in that moment was the feeling of him rhythmically pumping in and out of her. Henry could feel every inch of his length, every vein that threaded through it sliding against her inner walls. She felt like his prey, a conquest at the end of a long hunt. Every thrust he delivered reminded her of his power and strength, his formidable nature. Yet, behind that, somewhere in his lustful groans, there was a vulnerability. A side of Liam Santos she felt honored to witness. "Fuck yes, Santos, I belong to you!" she moaned, caving to her pleasure at last. "You feel so fucking good, mghhh!! hhnngg, please- oh, ohh!!" Henry reached her point of release just as he had commanded; each of her words hitched as his hips slammed against her, bringing with them all of his considerable length. She was completely spent, her body achingly satisfied, complete with the sensation of being deliciously, whole-heartedly used. She knew she would never get enough of this feeling. Liam Santos had staked his claim on her, and he could have her whenever he wanted. Under the table at dinner, in his room with the door open, in the showers after practice... Henrietta was finally his. She was a complete mess, plastered with running mascara and sweat. Panting, out of breath from her cries of pleasure, she briefly wondered if anyone had heard them. Liam definitely hadn't let her stay quiet; not only was he well endowed, he was skillful. Henry was sure she must've woken half the camp up, but somehow she didnt care. Maybe she even liked the thought. Then everyone would know Liam was her's, and she his. She eagerly awaited his own climax, dizzy with the thought of him finishing inside her. Whimpering with anticipation, she lay her face on the ground, exaggerating the curve of her back. "Come on, Santos, don't be a pussy. Fill me up," she teased, her smile evident in the sound of her voice.

Tempest was an especially interesting case. Winnie would have almost no read on her if she hadn't been keeping a vigilant eye out. There was a certain Phobos camper who seemed to do a number on that unshakable Queen Bee... "Usually scary people are hiding how scared they are," Winnie remarked in a hushed tone, her eyes trained on the older girl. "Tempest isn't as tough as she pretends to be. She finds it more comfortable to be hated than loved, that's the problem. Between you and me, I think we'll be seeing a new side to her soon..." Winnie shook her head quickly, grounding herself back in her body. "Sorry, I was slipping away for a minute there," she smiled dreamily. "And you," she turned to Loukas, feeling suddenly bold. "You're scared too. It's a more gentle fear than hers, but I can see it. It lives in your hands," her eyes flickered down to his slender fingers. They carried some strange sadness, an apprehension she couldn't quite place. Winnie gave her friend a sincere smile.

The knowing look Loukas gave his girlfriend wasn't lost on Winnie. There was definitely more to the late-night stable visit, and she couldn't help wondering what he wasn't telling her. A date, a first kiss? Either way, it was a sweet story and she was honoured to hear even the censored version! It sounded so romantic... she couldn't help but wonder if anything like that was in store for her sometime soon. It sometimes seemed like everyone at Camp was in love, and she was missing out on something beautiful. "Definitely a truth girl," Winnie agreed. "I'm an open book. Secrets are just barriers that fence you in," she looked wistfully around the group, her eyes landing on Henry. "See the way Henry's shoulders are hunched? She's sitting in her own invisible box. Secrets do that to people." It was a small wisdom Winnie had picked up from a lifetime of observing people.

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?"

Winnie smiled, watching Loukas seek comfort in Sage's eyes. They were very sweet together; when her friends were happy, she was happy. Hugging her knees to her chest, her big eyes scanned the other campers again. Wild and adventurous weren't really her strong suits... most other demigods enjoyed the thrill of spontaneity and battle. She, though, was definitely more of a bake-some-banana-bread-and-bird-watch kind of girl. "I'm not very daring," she admitted. "I once snuck out of my mum's house when I was 10... only because I wanted to feed the ducks at the park though," she grinned, remembering how much trouble she had got in for that escapade. That was about the start and end of her career as a rebel. "What about you? Aside from your earlier performance of course," she questioned with an airy giggle.

In a thick Cajun accent “Alright a favor for a favor then.shake on it.” He would hold out his hand to shake on it so a deal would be made. All of a sudden he seemed to be full of energy and a big smile would come across his face. He would say “It was all a show, I was just trying to get something out of this deal, drachma would have worked but a favor is even better. I mean I was gunna go after that snake either way but now you owe me a favor Pauvre ti bête, favors are always more expensive.” He would then start laughing as he sprinted towards the Iris Cabin and hope Petal would follow. He would get there and up to the door and realize that he should probably wait for her. He would wait patiently as Petal would show up. “What color was the snake and what shape was the head? Was it like this”he would make like a triangular shape and pray it wasn’t that, “or like this?” And try to make a rounder shape with his fingers.

Leroy would be sound asleep in his room having let a few of his critters go the night before. He had started to build a legit collection of creatures from the woods surrounding the camp. He had also stayed out late playing games with some of the other kids at the camp. He was killing it with the dice games but you know some of the other kids forget what being the child of Tyche means. He was trying to sleep in when a loud panicking knock on the cabin door. Leroy would just yell “JAMES DOOR! JAMES…” the knocking would continue. “Fine I will get it.” He would stumble out of bed put on some pants and head towards the door. Groggy and slow he walked to the door not realizing he was not wearing any shirt, socks, shoes. He would open the door not really listening to the voice on the other side of the door. He would see a girl a bit older than him and say “what’s happening? I am trying to sleep. There’s a snake? Well they should be there after breakfast still.” He would turn around to see if he could get away.

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.

Listening to Alexia's resolve and enthusiasm only further fueled Tempest's own enthusiasm. She felt gratified and vindicated by this unexpected alignment of interests, a perfect storm of revenge that was about to unfold. Alexia's gratitude, the spark in her eyes, and her readiness to walk down this path only confirmed that Tempest had chosen the right confidant for this particular mission. "You know, there's something electrifying about seeing someone step out of their comfort zone for the first time, embracing their darker instincts. I must say, I'm intrigued to see how this journey transforms you, Alexia," she said, her voice dripping with excitement and curiosity. "As for your ex, here's what you'll need to do: Get me a lock of his hair. It will serve for the spell. And don't worry, I'll handle the rest," Tempest explained, her eyes narrowing as if calculating what would go into the potion the Hecate camper would ask of her. "Of course, everything comes with a price. Since you're the daughter of Triton, maybe you can offer me something that is almost as good as a personal transformation. Get me a vial of water from the deepest part of the lake. Rumor has it that it holds the power of clarity, which is something even a child of Nemesis can appreciate. It'll be my little keepsake from this endeavor." Folding her arms across her chest, Tempest tilted her head slightly, her eyes fixing on Alexia's. "Do we have a deal? If yes, meet me back here tomorrow with the items. This is going to be a partnership worth remembering," she said, almost in a whisper.

Petal grinned as Emberlynn carefully painted a swirl of musical notes on her cheek. It felt as if her essence had been captured in those delicate strokes of paint. "Well, I mostly focus on the guitar and I can hit the keys on a piano butttttt I'm not sure I'd call it music," she responded to Emberlynn's query about instruments as she laughed softly. "And about composing... I've dabbled in songwriting. You know, a tune here and there, some incomplete lyrics scrawled in a notebook." She couldn't help but feel a warm glow inside at the idea of collaborating with her sisters on a creative project. "I'd be thrilled to work on something together, maybe turn some of your half-finished poems into songs," she suggested, her eyes twinkling at the prospect. Her attention then shifted to Hailey's mention of diving and swimming. "That sounds awesome, Hailey! If you ever need a cheering squad, count me in," she said, her words filled with genuine enthusiasm. As the topic of crushes came up, Petal felt her cheeks flush just a tad. "Well, speaking of crushes," she hesitated, her eyes slightly distant, "there's this guy, Gael, from the Phobos cabin. Dark, mysterious—kind of intriguing, you know?" She chuckled nervously. "But who knows? I'm a firm believer that things happen when they're meant to." As the conversations about talents, hobbies, and life experiences continued to flow, Petal felt a deep sense of belonging. She looked at Hailey and Emberlynn, and she realized how much she had yearned for a moment like this—a chance to be herself, to be loved for who she was, and to reciprocate that love and acceptance. She knew this was just the beginning, but it was a magical one. "I can't express how grateful I am to be here with both of you," she said softly, her voice carrying a weight of gratitude and joy.

Shi Jin was glad that he came across the Hecate girl by the beach tonight, he never knew what kind of demigods he would meet and one who was this unique. Her magical powers piqued him as he watched her doing her moment. He smirked, so she must be very focused tonight in using her powers, adding from the moon’s intensity. He watched as she spoke with excitement, he hoped his luck has affected her too. "It’s true, Abby. You’re really good at your abilities.” He was already admiring her skills as much as her personality, maybe because the moon was watching too? It seemed that she was equally curious and interested in his presence as much as he did as he noticed her cheeks glowed darker even under the moonlight. Ooooh….now he sensed something mutual. Lucky him! "Of course Abby, you really are special, even without your powers, you really are…….” Not really sure where this was going but he found himself feeling a little hot under the intense moonlight. How could he be feeling like this at night? But perhaps it was the girl’s openness and kindness to him that he got a little closer towards her, involuntarily. "And perhaps I could share you some of my luck too.” His voice was soft now as he was close to her, as much as she was. He didn’t know how close people can get when they had shared something to each other until now that they were sharing so much. And he couldn’t hide how he was feeling at the moment, extremely close to the girl…..that he could just inch their distance to 0!!