Tempest Truett

Verse 3: Cupid draw back your bow, And let your arrow go ~ 2019 ~ With a thunderous expression, Tempest marched towards the archery range, her jaw set and her eyes stormy. She had heard enough whispers and stifled giggles to last her a lifetime, and the source of it all, she learned, was none other than Beatrix, or Trix as she seemed to go by now. Tempest's usual stoic demeanor was replaced by a tempestuous anger, the rumor painting her in a light she never wished to be seen in. Love was a vulnerability, a weakness she couldn’t afford, and now thanks to Trix, campers were approaching her with roses and shy smiles. Every step she took was fueled by a growing resentment for the cheeky redhead. Her mind raced with how to confront Trix and regain control of her image, a sense of urgency pulsing through her. Tempest didn't like the unease this situation had plunged her into; the balance of power and the way she was perceived were in jeopardy, and she felt a pressing need to rectify this. Upon reaching the archery range, Tempest spotted Trix, the bow in her hand and a smirk playing on her lips. The sight further fueled Tempest's determination to set things straight. With a deep breath, she approached Trix, her voice assertive, “Trix, we need to talk. I don’t appreciate being the subject of baseless rumors, especially ones like you're spreading....” The last word was spoken with a hint of disdain, her eyes narrowing as she gauged Trix's reaction. Internally, Tempest was grappling with maintaining her composure while confronting Trix, keen on resolving this situation swiftly and asserting her dominance once more.

A spontaneous bout of laughter bubbled up from Tempest's chest, sounding in the hushed room as Levi pushed her on her back and demanded yet more call-and-response. His presumptuous command of her surrender met with humor rather than the intended awe. Suddenly, his veneer of domineering authoritativeness seemed more a comical display of effort rather than a natural exertion of dominance. Her gaze danced with an impish glint as she retorted. "Beg? Honey, don't flatter yourself!" For Tempest sex was a dance, a power play even, and she'd never given much credit for any Aphrodite camper to play the lead; even Levi. The magic of 'the juice' and his charm speak were working in concert to make her feel good, yet a thrill strung along the fringes of her senses, urged her on to challenge him. It was what made their dance so intoxicating, this playful struggle for authority between them. "Have patience, lover boy," she said, unimpressed. A sly, wicked grin had her lips curling upward. Biting her lip, she ran her hands down along her thighs, deliberately prolonging his wait. Even in a haze of lust one thing was clear to Tempest, Levi was not the one commanding this game. "You've got to earn it," she teased, eyes twinkling with unabashed daring. In an unspoken challenge, she guided his hand to her exposed core, inviting him to try his luck once more. The piercing cry of a young girl yanked Tempest's attention away from the euphoric pleasure coursing through her. A sobering chill shot through her, abruptly pulling her away from the sedating grasp of lust. A hasty reminder of the real reason she'd come to this party in the first place: the revenge scheme. Damn. The trap had been rigged for a cocky Hermes camper, but without her watchful eye, it seemed, an unsuspecting bystander had walked right into it. Reflexively, she released Levi's hand that was currently playing with her overly sensitive pussy. She had become too engrossed in this intoxicating dance with Levi, forgetting her real purpose. 'Shit!' Given that this party was put together by the Aphrodite cabin it would be just her luck that some bimbo Aphrodite blindly walked into the trap; she really didn't want to deal with the headache of an angry Levi, especially given the last 20 minutes! Using this moment as an opportunity to cease his impending discovery, her hands found his again, guiding it back to her tender core. "Sounds like the party's getting wilder out there. Good thing it's just you and me in here. Mmmmmm your touch feels so good tooooo," she moaned hoping it would work but quickly planning for the worst.

The sudden presence of Trix behind her startled Tempest, jolting her out of her inner most thoughts and making her slightly jump out of her skin! A mix of irritation and unexpected fluttering settled in her stomach. "Beatrix," she replied, her voice steady, masking the emotions stirring up inside. Her eyes, dark and stormy, briefly met those of her pursuer, and Tempest found herself inadvertently taking in Trix's appearance, noting her fiery hair and those boots that added a bit of height. The lingering memories of their kiss a year ago flashed in her mind, adding an unwanted warmth to her cheeks, which she quickly suppressed. “Not as often as you’d hope, I'm sure” she shot back, her words laced with a sharp edge, but her gaze held a flicker of reluctant amusement. Tempted to turn away, to avoid the complicated dance between them, Tempest instead found herself held in place. There was an undeniable pull, a curiosity mingled with annoyance. Why did Trix have to show up now, when she was on the prowl for chaos? “Still stuck in your never ending goth phase I see” she quipped, raising an eyebrow.. The party around them continued, but in that moment, Tempest felt the odd sensation of being both part of the storm and caught in it. Trix was an unexpected variable in her calculations, and she wasn’t quite sure whether to view her as an obstacle or an unwitting accomplice in her night of mischief. Nope, definitely an obstacle. "Can't you see I'm working? What do you want?" she shot back.

For the first time a delicate smile touched Tempest's lips at the sound of Beatrix's genuine laughter. There was a certain charm in the unexpected sincerity of the moment, and it made Tempest reconsider her initial assessment of the enigmatic redhead, but only slightly. “Camp isn’t so bad, you know,” she found herself saying, her tone softer than she had intended. “There’s a place for everyone here, even for those who are different. We’re all misfits in one way or another.” She glanced at Trix, noting the uncertainty in the girl’s eyes and the way the other campers eyed her warily. For a brief moment, Tempest felt a flicker of empathy for the girl beside her. Despite their differences and the tension between them, they were both demigods struggling to find their place in a world that wasn’t always kind. Lost in her thoughts, Tempest stared into the fire, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows on her face. She felt an odd connection to Beatrix, a realization that surprised her. Perhaps it was the shared experience of being different, of being daughters of gods and grappling with the expectations and challenges that came with it. For the first time, she allowed herself to relax just a bit around Trix. She turned towards the girl, her eyes meeting the vivid blue ones, and said, “It’s not about where we come from, but who we choose to be. Maybe that bit of advice will help, I don't necessarily care one way or another just so ya know.” The words were unexpected, but sincere in her own Tempest kinda way.

Tempest's jaw tensed as she listened to Beatrix's teasing words, the redhead’s forwardness an unfamiliar and disconcerting challenge to her typical authority. There was something about Trix's mischievous grin and the gleam in her eyes that sent a ripple of unease through Tempest's composed exterior, making her question whether the power dynamics she was so accustomed to were shifting beneath her feet. She wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of such unabashed boldness, and it made her feel, unsettlingly, like she was losing control. Tempest watched as Trix confidently approached, and she forced herself to maintain her cool exterior, reminding herself that showing vulnerability was not an option. Her jaw tensed further when Beatrix, with a wicked grin, swiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb. This act was unexpected and Tempest felt a flutter in her stomach, a feeling she quickly suppressed, unwilling to let Trix see any reaction. Choosing her words carefully, Tempest looked at Trix with a sly smile, “Well, if I was saving this seat, it certainly wasn’t for someone who doesn’t even have a cabin of her own. I suppose Phobos just isn’t important enough.” The joke was a small jab, a way for Tempest to regain some semblance of control in their interaction. Internally, she was grappling with the uncertainty Trix brought into her life, a chaos she neither welcomed nor understood. The redhead’s daring personality and the unknown of what she was capable of as a child of Phobos had Tempest on her toes, determined not to let this girl get the upper hand.

Observing the proceedings from across the fire, Tempest's eyes widened at the sight of the symbol of Phobos materializing above Beatrix's head. A flash of concern crossed her usually impassive face, quickly masked by a deliberate neutrality. Phobos, the god of fear and panic, was known for his unpredictable and often treacherous nature, and Tempest couldn’t help but wonder what this claim meant for their developing rivalry. Tempest felt a twinge of unease; she had been accustomed to being the one to instill fear and maintain control, but with Beatrix as a child of Phobos, the dynamics could shift dramatically. Tempest's grip tightened around the fabric of her clothes as she watched Beatrix's smile widen, a clear indication that the girl understood the power now bestowed upon her. Pushing down her apprehensions, Tempest straightened and met Beatrix's gaze with a steely one of her own, refusing to be intimidated. In her mind, she began to strategize, contemplating how to navigate this newfound complication. Beatrix being a child of Phobos brought an element of unpredictability to their interactions, and Tempest knew she had to be prepared for any potential challenges to her authority. The wheels in her head were turning, evaluating potential risks and considering how to assert dominance while maintaining a semblance of balance in their dynamic. Despite her external composure, a storm was brewing within Tempest, and she was determined to emerge from it unscathed and in control.

Tempest was not used to being caught off guard this many times in one day. She was taken aback by Trix's daring demeanor and challenging words as she struggled to maintain her authoritative facade. The sarcasm in Trix's curtsey and her invitation to "come round any time" elicited a mixture of annoyance, curiosity, and an unfamiliar thrill in Tempest. Trying to reassert her dominance, she narrowed her eyes and responded with a cold smirk, “Be careful what you wish for, Trix. You just might find that the consequences here aren’t as enjoyable as you think.” With that, she turned on her heel, giving Trix a final, inscrutable look before exiting the cabin, leaving behind a strong tension in the air. Closing the door firmly behind her, Tempest found herself in a state of uncharacteristic turmoil. The encounter with Trix had left her feeling both rattled and intrigued. The younger girl’s audacity and apparent lack of fear were unlike anything Tempest had encountered before, throwing her off her game and sparking so many conflicting emotions. As she walked away from the Hermes cabin, her mind raced with thoughts of how to regain control over the situation and decipher the enigma that was Beatrix, all while maintaining her composed and authoritative exterior.

The touch was unexpected. The fiery proximity of Beatrix made Tempest's heart beat rapidly, her breath catching slightly. She had dealt with unruly campers before, ones who challenged her authority and tried to defy the unspoken rules of the camp, but Beatrix was different. The pure audacity of this younger girl's advances, combined with the undertones of a threat, was an unfamiliar sensation. She was accustomed to being the puppet master, not the marionette, and this sudden shift had thrown her off her game. The fact that Beatrix combined her aggressive posture with a flirty comment only added to the confusion. Tempest took a second to process it all. Taking a deliberate step back to reestablish some distance and control, Tempest fixed a cool gaze on the younger girl. "You have a lot of nerve, Beatrix," she began, her voice maintaining its icy calm, "And while I might have admired your audacity this morning, you should know that there are consequences for stepping out of line at this camp." Tempest's eyes hardened, the playful gleam replaced with a seriousness that few would had seen. "I have connections here, and it wouldn't be too hard to give you some...extra chores or make your life a bit more challenging than it already is. I hope you love pushups…" The implicit threat hung in the air between them, Tempest's posture straight and unwavering, waiting to see if her words would have any effect on the fiery newcomer.

The afternoon sun dipped towards the horizon, casting elongated shadows across the campgrounds. Tempest, always one to enjoy the satisfaction of a well-executed plan, began making her way towards the Hermes cabin. The playful glint in her eyes hinting at the knowledge of the chaos she had unleashed upon the redhead. She replayed their morning interaction in her mind, especially the way Beatrix's eyes had danced with mischief and challenge. "No camper has ever affected me like this before," Tempest mused, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the hem of her shirt. Beatrix was clearly not an average newcomer. The realization made her stomach churn with a mixture of excitement and unease about what to expect. Reaching the cabin Tempest took a moment to steady herself. Her intent was to tease, perhaps gloat a little about the day's events. But she was also bracing herself for the whirlwind that was Beatrix. Taking a deep breath, she knocked confidently on the door frame. "Hey Beatrix," she began, voice dripping with faux concern. "Just checking in to see how your first day went. I hope you had a memorable experience. After all, I did promise you that." The corner of her mouth twitched upwards in a smirk. She felt a thrilling pulse of adrenaline as she anticipated Beatrix's response. The game between them had just begun, and Tempest was eager to see how it would unfold.

Tempest stiffened at the unexpected contact, a shiver running down her spine. The memories and feelings attached to that vision rushed to the surface, making her heart rate spike. Those emotions and that dreamlike vision were private, something she had never shared or even fully processed herself. For the first time in a while, she felt exposed, like an open book for someone else to read. Her playful facade wavered for a moment, her eyes betraying a mixture of shock and irritation. "It's Tempest, not 'Tem'," she responded, her voice cool but with an unmistakable edge. She quickly retreated a step back, needing the distance to regain her composure. She had been at camp long enough to learn that some campers could draw out things from others. She didn't know how it worked but she guessed what she just felt was the result of that. And judging from the other girl's facial reaction, it was done on purpose. The audacity of the girl, the audacity to throw her own fears on her like that! Beatrix was proving to be more than just a challenge; she was a force to be reckoned with. Internally Tempest was split. On one hand, she felt the need to retaliate, to teach the newcomer a lesson about messing with her. But on the other, she was wary of the unfamiliar power the redhead possessed. Despite this unexpected vulnerability, Tempest was not one to back down. She would need to navigate this carefully, but for now, she'd play along. With a smirk returning to her lips, albeit a bit more guarded than before, she replied, "Beatrix right? Well, the goal is always to leave an impression. Just make sure you stick to your schedule, unless you fancy a surprise or two," she smirked. "I'll be sure to check in with you at the end of the day just to make sure everything went as planned. After all, I love making sure new campers first days are one they won't forget." She mentally prepared herself for any further games Beatrix might want to play. After all, the storm within her was far from subsiding, and Tempest Truett wasn't one to be easily outplayed.

Tempest watched from the shadows, sizing up the newcomers with an amused glint. Her gaze landed on the fiery redhead, Beatrix, who seemed out of place with her all-black attire amidst the sea of orange camp shirts. "She sticks out like a sore thumb," Tempest mused to herself. There was a certain aura of defiance around the girl that piqued Tempest's interest. Not many had the audacity to march into camp with such a distinct sense of identity, and Tempest could respect that. Still, respect didn’t mean she would refrain from her devious plans. Taking a moment to adjust her own camp shirt, Tempest stepped forward with feigned enthusiasm, her mischievous grin never leaving her face. "Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, newcomers!" she greeted, her voice dripping with a sweetness that might seem genuine to anyone who didn't know her better. "I'm Tempest, and I'll be your guide today." She handed out the timetables she'd "carefully" crafted for each of them, making sure Beatrix received the one with the most convoluted schedule. "This is going to be fun," she thought, the thrill of potential chaos making her heart race. "Trust me," she added with a wink, her tone playfully deceptive, "Camp is going to be an experience you'll never forget." As the new campers began to chatter among themselves, Tempest silently reveled in the anticipation of the mayhem that was about to unfold. The smug satisfaction that came with being the puppet master was something she wouldn't trade for the world.

Tempest bit her bottom lip to suppress the shimmering satisfaction that coursed through her veins at Levi's escalated response. His heightened engagement, the pulling of her hair, the threat - all of it drove her further into the haze of intoxication that they had been feeding off. She'd gotten under his skin, successfully pushed his buttons just as she'd intended. But she'd play along, for now, "A gag...Mmmmmm I guess I can behave myself this time.....," she teased, giving him a coy smirk over her shoulder as she let out a whimper of pleasure at his next thrust. Her body was hypersensitive at this point, every nerve ending ablaze with delight that the powerful demigod was commanding her with such raw vigor. Never had she felt something so intense - Levi, the drug, the sex, the power play - everything was blending into one very enticing cocktail, coursing through her veins like wildfire. Levi's husky voice reaching her ears made her quiver with anticipation. She thought she had seen it all, experienced it all, but the moment those words slipped from his lips, she sighed in bliss. The charm speak did its magic, weaving a potent spell of arousal around her senses. Her mind was suddenly clouded with exhilarating thoughts of Levi being the absolute best she had ever had. Tempest was swept away by a potent tidal wave of sensation, triggered not only by the tantalising intoxication of the juice but also by the realisation that Levi had just used his charm speak on her. "Ho-ly fuck! Yes, like that...just..yes!" Her final words came out in a gasp, as her body adjusted to Levi's maddening rhythm, striving to match his powerful thrusts. Amidst the intoxicating haze, Tempest had to admit, she was enjoying this - Levi, the surprise of his charm speak, the heat building within her. And for now, she let herself drown in the stormy seas of pleasure. She'd have her time to speak, to tease. But this... this was not that time.

"Bad girl? Well, isn't that original? Works better, I suppose, doesn't offend my delicate sensibilities," Tempest replied, her words dripping with a saucy sass and a hint of laughter. The taste of control and power over Levi tingled on her tongue, making her giddy down to her toes. Her eyelids dipped closed, his cock inside her creating a delirious sensation. The potion was doing damage, she thought, as her body craved him more than ever. But then, feeling Levi's fingers dig into her flesh, her eyes flew open as a wicked grin played on her lips. Tempest had wondered when or if he would ever break free. Still the sudden feeling of his hands gripping her flesh was a jolting surprise, not that she'd let him know! "Well look who has finally worked up the courage to join. I was starting to wonder if you'd remember that we have demigod strength" she quipped playfully, bucking her hips back against him as he now controlled the rhythm of their union. His surprisingly forceful penetration had a surprised gasp ripping from her throat. "Ahhhhhhhh!" Levi's cock, pulsing inside her, intensified a heady wave of pleasure that made her tremble. Tempest's focus turned inward, fully to the rhythm of their bodies, the sensation of his thick cock entering and exiting her slick, tight heat. Somehow, his touch, his presence inside her, was even more intoxicating than before. As if restraining him for so long only built up his desire. The depth of his penetration was maddening, and she was lost in the sensation. Suddenly, there was no potion, no challenge, no belt, there was only Levi, his cock, and the intoxicating rhythm he was setting. Tempest felt a shudder course through her body as the coil of release began to wind tightly in her belly, but she fought it back, knowing well that this was only the beginning of their power play. The words escaped her lips without thought, a breathy encouragement for the man behind her, "Alright lover boy, now fuck me like you mean it!!!"

Tempest walking into the Dionysus cabin, her eyes taking in the intoxicated party with a mixture of distaste and opportunistic glee. She wore a dark blue mini dress with asymmetrical straps, hugging her curves in all the right places. The ensemble was as bold as her intentions for the night—she was a storm waiting to burst, and everyone better batten down their hatches. Her eyes locked onto Henry, her younger confidant, and she waved a casual greeting in his direction. However, tonight wasn't about simple friendships; tonight was about information gathering. Her face broke into a devilish smirk as she realized this party was the perfect ground for scouting valuable intel to hold over others. With a sharp gaze, Tempest began her surveillance. Her strategic mind mentally cataloged each interaction, every secret rendezvous, and all the compromising situations that unfolded before her eyes. The more people drank, the more they loosened up, and the more they revealed. Tempest couldn't help but feel a sense of predatory satisfaction as she observed couples getting too cozy, rivals whispering in corners, and secrets being exchanged like currency. It was a treasure trove of potential blackmail material. Henry might be busy nursing a drink and probably pondering her own heartbreak, but Tempest had bigger fish to fry. She picked up a drink from the table, sipping it slowly, her eyes never missing a beat. The night was still young, and Tempest was just getting started.

When Alexia arrived and announced her success, a grin spread across Tempest's face. "Ah, punctual and efficient. I like that," she said, accepting the lock of hair. Tempest reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial of green liquid she had received from a Hecate camper. The vial looked like it contained a miniature swirling storm, both enchanting and scary. As she dropped the hair into the liquid, the color changed, adopting an iridescent color that shimmered briefly before settling into a dark, almost black, shade. It was ready! "I believe the revenge will mean more if you're the one to do it" Tempest said, handing Alexia the vial. "The potion is active and potent. There's an opportunity to put it in his food during lunch, right now. All you have to do is slip this into whatever he's eating, and the spell will target his vocal cords, as we planned. The effect will be... well, let's just say he won't be singing to anyone anytime soon." Tempest could hardly contain her excitement as she grabbed Alexia's hand and pulled her toward the lunch hall. As they walked briskly, she could feel the satisfying rush of impending revenge. "Remember, once you do this, there's no going back. Are you ready to unleash your vengeance?" Tempest looked into Alexia's eyes, searching for any last signs of hesitation but also excited to see a new layer of her character unfold. "Just say the word and I'll go and distract him so that you can place it on his food," she explained.

Levi's smug comment elicited a derisive scoff from Tempest. "Good girl, huh?" she chuckled against Levi's skin; the words vibrating down his length. "I'm curious does that actually work on those bimbo girls?" Pulling away from him, she rose to her full height, her bare fingers gliding smoothly over her own skin in a calculated display of self-pleasure. Standing there, her delicate fingers gliding over her pussy, she reveled in the freedom of her own body. Cognizant of his eyes roaming her body she grinned mischievously. "Patience, Levi," she reminded him, her intimate touch intensifying the pleasure coursing through her own body, "I didn't forget about you." Exhilarated by the freedom of her own body, she enjoyed the sensation without losing sight of her ultimate aim. Turning around facing away from Levi, Tempest bent over gripping the shelf on the opposite side of the small closet, granting Levi a delicious view of her needy sex. While one hand continued to play with herself, her other hand slid toward him, aligning his rigid cock with her throbbing core. The moment of their contact had Tempest gasping in anticipation. Slowly, with tantalizing caution, Tempest lowered herself back onto him. He was hard and unyielding, a sturdy pillar maintaining its stand amidst the heated storm she was about to unleash. She allowed herself a long moan of satisfaction as Levi filled her up. "Mmmmmmm now this is much better than a 'good girl', don't you agree?" Finally, Tempest began rocking herself back and forth against him. Her walls parting to accept his cock, her core stretching deliciously around his girth. As she took him in entirely, she released a triumphant moan. They were joined in the most intimate of ways, 'Probably much to Levi's visible dismay' she thought to herself. "I believe, I've presented a challenge, Levi," she said, a smirk playing on her bright red lips, "Let's see how well you can fuck me with just your hips. Don't worry, I'll match the rhythm of your thrusts."

Tempest felt a rush of relief wash over as she caught sight of Derrick successfully diverting Isolde and Hector away from the Big House. Her younger brother had not only managed to distract them but had also masterfully held their attention, giving her ample time to swap out the ingredients. I really need to take him on more of these, she thought to herself. She quickly stashed the container of laxatives into her pocket and replaced it with similar-looking herbs from the kitchen shelves. Her heart pounded in her chest, but not from anxiety; it was the exhilarating feeling of pulling off a risky plan, challenging the status quo, that made her feel so alive. It was a strange sense of triumph that she didn't often share with others, but in that moment, she was grateful to share it with Derrick. As she glanced out the window and caught Derrick's eye, she nodded, signaling him that she had completed the task. She watched as he masterfully extricated himself from the situation, his acting impeccable. Tempest loved that she could exploit his desire to spend time with her like this. But as she watched him return, her eyes locking onto his, she felt a new sense of bond forming between them. He had proven himself resourceful and brave, and she couldn't deny the feeling of pride that welled up within her. Quickly exiting the Big House she met her rendezvous with Derrick. "You did good," she said. It was a simple statement but coming from her it was high praise. "Ok, time for your promised payment. We can hangout and do anything you'd like to do, whatever that even is for boys your age. So what'll it be...little brother?"

A laugh, raw and unfiltered, bubbled up from within Tempest at Levi's daring proposition. She gazed up at him with her eyes sparkling with dominating amusement. Consumed by a thrill of power, she reveled in his squirming; the act a tangible reminder of how, for once, she was in control of his pleasure. Reveling in the shadow of power that this arrangement brought her, she playfully glanced up at him, her eyes dancing with the glint of control. "Hmm...Is that so?" she murmured, continuing her relentless teasing. Deciding to heighten his anticipation, she halted her hand movements momentarily, resting her hand at the base of his arousal. Lowering her head, she brushed a soft kiss against his hip before lavishing her attention onto his throbbing length. Feathers of hot breath escaped her parted lips as she teased him with the promise of what was to come - a promise she had every intention of fulfilling. Tempest left no doubt about her intentions as she slowly, oh so slowly, took him in her mouth. He tasted like salty, masculine desire. As she began to explore, her own desire spiraled, feeding off his reactions. Slowly, at her own savored pace, she began working her lips up and down, taking him deeper with every tantalizing movement, her eyes never leaving his. This was a game, a demanding dance between two equals, where she held the reins.....for now at least. She inwardly preened at the reactions she was evoking, the way the pulse beneath her touch with every deliberately calculated motion, the prominent groans of pleasure she could feel vibrating through his body. Yet, her satisfaction was, for now, secondary to the intoxicating control she had over Levi's pleasure. As she felt her own desire intensify, her mind returned, more insistent than ever, to her own worked up horny state. Not wanting Levi to have all the fun she began teasing and touching herself, knowing he'd most certainly enjoy the view.

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.

Tempest's world had narrowed down to this small, dimly lit closet, and the overpowering sensations that surged through her. She couldn't deny the undeniable attraction she suddenly felt for Levi. The punch had stripped away her inhibitions, leaving her raw, vulnerable, and consumed by a desperate need. As Levi's hands roamed her body and her dress fell to the floor, she let out an involuntary gasp, her heart pounding in her chest. Her rational thoughts had abandoned her, replaced by a primal, fiery desire. The punch had stripped away her inhibitions, leaving her raw, vulnerable, and consumed by a desperate need. As Levi's hands roamed her body and her dress fell to the floor, she let out an involuntary gasp, her heart pounding in her chest. Her rational thoughts had abandoned her, replaced by a primal, fiery desire. Tempest leaned in closer to Levi as her fingers deftly found the buckle of his belt. She unhooked the belt, the metallic clink resonating through the small closet. Then with a swift, seductive motion, and a wicked smile playing on her lips, Tempest tightened the belt around Levi's wrists above his head, ensuring they were securely restrained on the metal bar of the supply shelf. Leaning in close to him, her voice dripping with a mix of seduction and cruel amusement. "Levi," she purred, her eyes locked onto his with an intense, calculating gaze. "I always did enjoy a good challenge, but tonight, darling, we're playing by my rules." With Levi's hands securely bound by his own belt, Tempest couldn't resist the urge to push the boundaries of teasing and control. She knew she had him right where she wanted. Moving closer, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his earlobe as she whispered in a sultry tone, "Let's make this interesting, shall we?" Her fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down his chest. As she reached the waistband of his jeans, her touch became tantalizingly light, barely grazing his skin. She made a show of her deliberate pace, savoring the anticipation building in Levi. Tempest's eyes never left his, her gaze smoldering with desire and a wicked sense of control. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and boxers, her touch lingering for a moment, teasing the edge of anticipation. With agonizing slowness, she began to lower them, inch by tantalizing inch, exposing his throbbing arousal to the cool air of the closet. "Well, well, Levi. It seems Aphrodite must have taken a special interest in you, blessed you with her divine favor." She ran a teasing finger along his length before gripping him. With a teasing grip, she begins to stroke him, her hand gliding up and down, exploring every inch of his hardened length; alternating between gentle caresses and firmer squeezes. Her gaze remained locked onto his, filled with a mixture of seduction and mischief as she wondered how he'd react.

Tempest looked at Everly squarely in the eyes. "Straight to the point, I like that. Look, I'm not a solid fighter, and I need to be. This camp is no place for the weak," she said, keeping her voice as level as possible, despite the apprehension bubbling within her. "I've heard about your skills, and I figured you'd be the best to teach me. A mutual... arrangement, of sorts." In that moment, Tempest felt vulnerable, something she detested. She hoped her directness would cover the underlying feeling of inadequacy. "Look, I get it. You're a daughter of Ares, you don't do anything for free. And I'm sure I probably haven't always made the most flattering remarks about your cabin, but I'm prepared to offer just about anything in return," she continued, steeling herself for Everly's inevitable conditions. Though Tempest had thought about what she could offer, she was still unsure how much it would take to tip the scales in her favor, how much to balance out the debt she was about to incur. "A favor for a favor. Balance." The word tasted strange on her lips, considering the imbalance of the entire situation. Tempest glanced cautiously around them. "I wanted to meet in secret because whatever agreement we make, it's between us, no one else. Let's keep this under the radar. I don't need the whole camp knowing I'm training with you, and you probably don't want them knowing you're helping me either." Tempest locked eyes with Everly, searching for a sign of agreement or dissent. She felt like she was at a crossroads, and the next few moments would determine which path she would walk.

Listening to Alexia's words, Tempest felt the cogs in her mind turn into motion. The story was predictably familiar: love, betrayal, manipulation. Tempest's expression turned from mischievous to dangerously thoughtful. The daughter of Nemesis found a certain poetic justice in punishing a child of Apollo—god of truth and prophecy—with deception and ruin. "An Apollo camper, you say? Cheated on you with an Aphrodite? Tisk tisk, well, we'll make sure he regrets that decision for the rest of his life ok?" Tempest said. "It's time that the tides have turn against him." She looked into Alexia's eyes, catching that dark sparkle there. It was like seeing the first crack in a statue—beautiful and devastating at the same time. "If you're ready, I've got an idea. Let's make sure his love life drowns so deep he won't even see the light of day again. He's a child of Apollo, right? His voice must be one of his prime skills," Tempest mused. A wicked grin unfurled on her lips as the idea formed. "What if he could never sing again? Imagine it, Alexia. We concoct a potion or a spell that affects only his vocal cords. I have some favors I can cash in with the Hecate cabin. He might be able to speak, but every time he tries to hit those seductive notes, all that comes out is a squawk or a croak." Tempest's eyes glowed with delight. "He won't just lose his charm; he'll become a laughing stock, humiliated every time he tries to showcase his 'gift.' He'll be his own undoing, and you'll have your revenge served cold." Tempest paused, locking eyes with Alexia, waiting to see if her elaborate plot resonated with the thirst for justice they both now shared.

Tempest clenched her fists as she made her way from her cabin to the lake, her eyes scanning the ground. The approaching meeting with Everly had her emotions dancing on a tightrope between anticipation and unease. Anticipation because she knew she needed to improve her hand-to-hand combat skills and Everly was one of the best female fighters at camp; too many enemies were stacking up against her, too many scores left unsettled. Unease because any favor came with a price, especially when dealing with a daughter of Ares. What would Everly demand in return? Tempest disliked the unknown. As she neared the lake, she stopped to look at her reflection. The water mirrored a face of determination but Tempest knew better. Her mother was Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, retribution, and balance. Tempest wondered whether seeking help from Everly would tip the scales of her own life in an unfavorable direction. "Get a grip," she muttered to herself as she continued walking. "Everly might have her own agenda, but so do you. Whatever the price, you'll handle it. You always do." And with that, she arrived at the meeting spot, spotting Everly waiting for her. She put on her most unreadable expression of indifference. "Hey Everly," she greeted, casual as she could manage. "Hope I didn't keep you waiting." @ Everly Maisley

Caught off guard by the uninvited contact and the subsequent flood of conflicting emotions, Tempest's mind caught in confusion. The punch had indeed been off, and now its effects were manifesting in ways she had not anticipated. She felt torn, the logical part of her mind screaming warnings while another, less rational part, felt a draw towards Levi that she couldn't easily shake off. Her eyes met his, searching for a sign, a clue, anything that might suggest what had just occurred was a manipulation, a prank, or a shared illusion. "I didn't put anything in the drink. You think if I were to sabotage someone, I'd be clumsy enough to get caught in the crossfire?" she hissed. Then, almost involuntarily, her eyes dipped to his lips, her thoughts scattering like leaves in a gust of wind. Her hand, the one that was intertwined with his, seemed to have a will of its own as it gripped tighter. Tempest felt her body reacting in ways she couldn't entirely control. An inexplicable heat ran through her, focusing her attention away from her usual calculated thoughts and cynicism. Her gaze shifted from Levi's eyes down to where he had pressed himself against her, and it was like a switch had flipped. All thoughts of the party, of the other campers, and even of her skepticism towards Levi seemed to fade into the background, clouded over by a fog of desire she didn't fully understand but no longer had the will to resist. "We don't have time for your cabin," she said, her voice low and with an urgency she herself found surprising. Seizing the moment of recklessness, she grabbed Levi by his suit, "In here fuckboy," pulling him towards the nearby supply closet of the Big House. As she pulled him her eyes darted to the punch bowl sitting ominously on the table. In a quick, calculated move, she knocked the bowl over, spilling its contents across the table and onto the floor, the last thing she needed was the whole party becoming an orgy. When the door closed behind them, Tempest felt a growing rush of lust and desire as her thoughts became a jumbled mess. But right now, in this closet, with him, those thoughts were of little consequence. They had crossed a line, driven by a strange force, and there was no turning back.