Henrietta Abbot

Liam had been testing Henry's patience all day -- even more so than usual! They'd been training for hours, and he wasn't letting her get a single shot in. Either she'd lost her skills, or there was something else on her mind... Something about Liam Santos's inability to keep his shirt on during their training sessions, maybe? Or the way he shamelessly gloated when she couldn't counter his moves? Gods, she'd had enough! Desperate times call for desperate measures, Henry thought as she dropped her sword. She lifted her shirt slowly, casting it dramatically aside. As she suspected, Liam's arrogance did the rest of the work: assuming she was surrendering to him, his body loosened, his eyes hungry. Quickly, she darted around the back of him. Before she knew it, Henry was grinning at Liam, on the ground before her. The swift kick she had delivered to the back of his knees had felled him like a tree. Their usually stark height difference was reversed, Henry standing tall over him. She took his chin between her fingers and forced him to look her in the eyes. "Look at me, Santos," she demanded. "Remember this moment. I own you, don't I?" She slipped her thumb in between his slightly parted lips, forcing his legs further apart with the steel cap of her combat boot. "Don't I?" She repeated firmly, drawing her dagger from its sheath at her belt. With its blunt edge, she began tracing his jawline. It thrilled her to finally have him under her control, dominating his mind, body and spirit. She felt powerful, and couldn't resist holding the dagger to his throat. "Look at you now, princess," she whispered, falling into his lap and taking him into a passionate kiss. Now that she was at his level, the height difference only served to dominate Liam more. Was the short, slight girl in front of him truly the one in power here? Was he, descendant of the war God, really at her mercy? @ Liam Santos

"I can understand that," Henry grimaced, trying to put herself in Nova's shoes. "It's the principal of the thing, right? Like, you're not actually into Liam." Trust was important to her too, although she was having difficulty wrapping her head around the issue; the two seemed to have a casual arrangement. Aphrodite kids weren't necessarily known for being exclusive with their partners. Their mothers Athena and Aphrodite had a bit of a sordid past, so Henry felt she wasn't immune to prejudice, as much as she hated to admit it. Still, she couldn't stop the words from coming out: "So... Friends with benefits, huh? Doesn't sound that serious." It was a bold move, but that was how she felt. After all, Nova and Liam were adults (albeit the young kind). They had autonomy. "If you aren't in a relationship, then a kiss is fine, right? Bit too 'chicken soup for the teenage soul' to be upset about that." Nodding, Henry pondered what karma might look like in a situation like this. "Well, if it's karma you're after, maybe you should offer some food as tribute to Nemesis tonight. That or give your dessert to one of her kids," she said, with the ghost of a smile on her face. The Nemesis cabin was always happy to be the harbingers of justice on the more... let's say domestic issues like this. Her friend Tempest was a testament to that. Henry watched Nova interact with her siblings before shrugging at her. There wasn't much else to say. She had been candid about what she did -- apologetic even; she couldn't say she regretted the kiss though. The rest of this was up to Liam: he had an apology and a choice to make.

Henry returned Tempest's wave with a smirk. She knew her friend well enough to recognise this as just the kind of environment she thrived in. Like Sage, she took in information and stored it away for later. Tempest did it in a slightly more malevolent manner, sure, but it was a common thread nonetheless. At least the camp's two biggest gossips were on her side in this Liam mess... she wasn't likely to be painted the villain by either of them. "Temmy, you here to keep an eye out for your girlfriend?" Henry shouted over the music, purposefully riling up her friend. Once she observed the desired reaction, she turned laughing back to Sage and Loukas. "Festive? Why you too, Loukas! If you consider some cul-de-sac dad's barbeque a holiday," she grinned, teasing the boy. Hey, if you couldn't lightly bully your sibling's boyfriend then what's he even there for? "Not too interesting, I hope." Henry's eyes followed Loukas's, flickering towards Liam. "You guys will hold my drink if he pulls some shit with Nova in front of me, right?" She was only half joking. For a moment she took in Sage and Loukas, glowing under the strobe lights of the party. They looked sickeningly cute together; Henry always felt that, no matter what they were wearing, she was practically attending their wedding. At the least a rehearsal dinner. Part of her was alight with affection and pride for them... The other, smaller part was bitterly envious.

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Henry tried not to stare as Liam walked in. She could only down her drink with a swift flick back of her head, emptying the contents into her throat. A bit of courage she wouldn't usually need. The bastard has some nerve to look handsome tonight, she thought furiously. Even though he paused in the doorway, he seemed outwardly cool and collected. She hated him for it, and for the entourage of his brothers that flanked him like bodyguards. All thoughts of a violent confrontation left her mind, however much she wanted to deliver a swift kick between his legs. Who was he to ignore her like this? She was just about to storm up to him and give him a piece of her mind when she heard a familiar voice: her sister Sage's. Divine interception. I hear you, Mom. "Oh, did I?" Henry smirked at her sister's accusation. "I could've sworn you were right behind me!" Maybe she'd avoided her sister on purpose, but she was glad to be by her side now. She needed more moral support than she'd expected, seeing Liam's face reminded her of how soft his lips were... the feeling of his hands in her hair. Absentmindedly, she touched the cut on the bridge of her nose: the only way she knew it hadn't been another one of her dreams about him. Yuck! "Hey Loukas," she added, giving him a cheeky smile. "You're looking particularly out of my sister's league tonight," she joked, elbowing Sage softly.

Henrietta Abbot would never admit it, but she loved a good party. Nursing a drink or a smoke on the outskirts, pretending to be too cool for all of it? Sign her up! So, she figured, Aislynn's party was the perfect opportunity to get out and forget about everything. It had only been a few days since her kiss with Liam Santos by the lake. The gossip followed her around, with every hiss of a whispered 's' in her wake only making her more nervous. Still he hadn't spoken to her. Henry assumed she'd freaked him out, disgusted him even. They were supposed to be mortal enemies, and she'd gone and kissed him. It was a stupid moment of weakness that kept her up at night; how could she have been so foolish? All this over a tool like Liam... I could definitely use a drink. Aislynn's parties were notorious for devolving into debauchery-filled ragers: aaah, exactly the environment Henry needed to repress and ignore her broken heart! Maybe even find Nova and figure out what was going on... She took extra care getting dressed (outfit), feeling the unusual urge to impress. A skirt wasn't unusual for her, but one this short definitely was. Gods, what's he doing to me? She thought furiously as she headed out, self-consciously dodging the gaze of her siblings. Sage especially, as she would immediately figure out what was going on... that girl was too perceptive for her own good. Henry definitely didn't need the 'I told you so smirk' Sage was bound to give her. She followed the sound of singing and guitar all the way to the Dionysus cabin, flipping off a few gossipers on the way. Unsurprisingly, Cabin 12 made the perfect party venue. Once there, she found a column to lean nonchalantly against, observing the other campers making their way in. Krystal, MK, Larissa, Levi... nobody she knew particularly well. The cup of whatever she had in her hand hit the back of her throat with a warm sensation, bordering on the unpleasant. Perfect. She tapped her foot to the music, trying not look as though she was waiting for somebody: she definitely was. He was nowhere to be seen, on another girl's arm or otherwise.

Henry was used to her half-sister's schemes by now... she had played "lookout" for her maybe one two many times. Sustaining a random conversation with a camper she usually wouldn't give the time of day to? So not her thing. But Sage recruited her all the same. Maybe because of her penchant for pranks with Tempest, or her natural inclination for war tactics? Who knows. But, this time, she was in it for more than sisterly loyalty. Her biggest enemy, aside from Liam of course: Damien Dawn. He was a pompous pretty boy with a lot of talent and ZERO substance. "You really think this'll work, Sage?" Henry questioned, squinting at the poster she was stapling to a tree. "Oh, who am I kidding? For an Apollo boy he's surprisingly... dim," she smirked, stepping back to align the poster squarely. Hey, she was still her mother's daughter! It was one of Sage's more... comical plans, but if anyone was gonna fall for it, Damien would. "I can't wait to see the look on his face when we--" she heard footsteps approaching and quickly slipped behind the tree. It was casual enough to be a natural movement, but strategic enough to conceal her, at least until he got closer to the tent. While Henry doubted he'd recognise her, they'd had run-ins before. He'd tried to sign her sketchbook once! She rolled her eyes at the mere thought of it.

Even as their combined juices spilled down her legs, she was hesitant to move away from him. She felt as though they were one entity -- to depart from his heat, to feel him slip out of her was an insurmountable thought. "Mmm," she whispered, smiling. "I've been waiting a long fucking time for that, Santos." Even as he collapsed next to her, she couldn't help but admire him; beauty to rival any Aphrodite kid, with the Ares benefit of a deep-rooted firey determination that she deeply respected. She knew in that moment that she was extremely lucky. As soon as that realisation had dawned on her, she did something that surprised even her -- she took Liam into a big hug. She buried her face in his neck, enjoying the feeling of simply being close to him. She had a new-found love of intercourse, but even more so an obsession with intimacy. A hug conveyed that just as much as sex did -- perhaps even more so, for two people so hesitant to be vulnerable with anyone. Finally, she felt she had somebody she could be completely herself with. With that came a sense of fear. What if he hurt her? What if she gave him everything she had only to be turned away? But in the night, curled into Liam's chest, she put those fears aside. As the cicadas chirped into the newly-quiet air, and the lake lapped onto its shore, Henry understood the world a little more. Loving must be worth it; this, the purest of happiness, couldn't never be a bad thing. "Thank you," she breathed. There was no sarcasm in her voice, no quip or retort. It was a moment of rare and unabashed sincerity. "You're perfect, Liam Santos." For once, she wasn't ashamed. -- The end

"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.

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The sensation of sudden and complete fullness made Henry cry out in pain and pleasure. It was an entirely new feeling, testing her body's ability to cope. For a moment, it was so intoxicating all she could do was moan Liam's name. She let out whimpers and exclamations of pure pleasure, delighting in the way he used her body. She clenched around him in a way she hadn't anticipated, as though her body had been waiting a long time for this and didn't dare risk letting him go. "Mmmf, fuck! Oh Liam, hnng... I love this! I- I love you! Oh gods, mmmgh!" She felt her eyes water, sweat plastering her fringe to her face as she fought to keep her back arched for him. Her brain was empty of any thoughts except him, so she hardly even registered the confession she'd just let slip. One that had been building in her for years... she loved him. It was like he had claimed her, made her entirely his. This act just made ut that much more permanent: a physical truth. She wasnt a virgin anymore. The thought thrilled her, prompting another moan to escape from her lips. The praise he cooed made her grin, and the teasing that followed even more so. Liam's roughness excited Henry, and she wanted to feel him lose it entirely. She craved to bring out an animalistic quality in him, and suspected she knew how. "Is that really all you've got? Mmmgh, I- I fuck myself better with two fingers!" She taunted between moans, completely dishonestly. She hadn't known before what a thrill she would get out of being bratty. But, she supposed, there were clues in her personality. The smack he delivered to her ass made her exclaim, clenching around him in surprise. The way Liam gripped her hip, like a promise of more to come, had Henry completely under his control. She imagined he had every intention to fuck her until her brain was completely empty. Suffice to say she welcomed that challenge. "Harder!! Mmmgh fuck, you're so bigg! Liam..." she whined, unable to articulate anything else.

It was beyond strange to discover how many people had grown up just as Henry had -- one absent parent, feeling like a complete outcast their whole lives. Followed by chaos and constantly labelled a troubled kid. Henry couldn't help but wonder what Sage's story was, and how closely it might resemble her own. They were technically related and never even suspected the other existed, how strange was that? Her whole life had turned upside down over just a few weeks! "That makes me 'interesting phenomena' then? Hey, I'll take it." Henry couldn't help but blush as Sage asked if she wrote songs. Secretly she did, but nobody had ever (or would ever!) hear them. They weren't love songs or anything (yuck), but they were definitely personal. "Nah, I'm not a writer," Henry lied. She had a reputation to protect, after all, to ensure nobody messed with her here. If Sage wrote down that she was a sensitive songwriter and it got into the wrong hands? No thank you! "So you must know everything that goes on around here, huh? Who should I look out for? Y'know, the ones who spell trouble?"

"If I'm 'Henrietta', you're Sam. Get used to it," Henry snapped. It became pretty damn clear that Samantha wasn't going anywhere. She stood in the doorway like a victim of Medusa: Stoney-faced and still. However genuine her diplomacy was, Henry still felt like the girl viewed her as inferior somehow. This had been her problem with her ever since she came to CHB. Samantha always followed the rules, disregarded fun of any kind as frivolous and expected everyone else to do the same. Then she looked down on them if they didn't. People like that drove Henry absolutely crazy. They were demigods for Zeus's sake! They were practically built to have fun. "The newbies are getting too mouthy anyway," she retorted, falling back dramatically on her bed. "Can't you think of something they need to be punished for? I know nobody bothers you with the gossip, but I'm in the middle of something here." A passing Ares camper yelled something through the window, as though punctuating her sentence. Getting up to shout some expletives after them, Henry stumbled over her guitar case. Fine. Maybe she did need to clean. "Whatever Sam, I'll do it. You don't need to supervise me, I'm a big girl now." Glaring over her shoulder at the older girl, Henry couldn't help but notice she was staring wistfully out of the window. It wasn't even a nice view! Just the gaudy Aphrodite cabin. "Nobody's making you do this. If you've got somewhere to be, don't let me stop you." She really hoped Samantha would take her up on that offer. All Henry really needed to find Liam and ask him what in Tartarus was going on. Maybe kiss him again. Or whatever. Absentmindedly, Henry folded a few shirts and forced them into her over-stuffed drawers. She kicked a couple of sketchbooks under her bed. Hey, the illusion of cleanliness is good enough, right?

Henry knew Samantha's footsteps by heart. It was a quick, steady pace that usually heralded a massive pain-in-the-ass lecture. Having it memorised meant that Henry usually had enough time to stub out a cigarette, or turn her amp down. But today she wasn't even being disruptive! Just sitting cross-legged on her bed, trying to understand the situation with Liam Santos... Samantha Adams's unwelcome voice disrupted her thoughtful glowering. Gods, she had some nerve! Okay, maybe Henry hadn't done her chores in a couple of days -- she couldn't help that she had so much on her plate. Her stupid kiss with Liam was quickly becoming old news, and he still hadn't spoken to her. It was a living nightmare; she was too anxious and angry to be stuck sweeping and cleaning! "I've told you a million times," she said through gritted teeth. "It's Henry. Were you genetically engineered to piss me off, or is this deliberate?" At the word 'this' she gestured vaguely to the older girl. Just because she was cabin leader didn't mean she had to be such a buzzkill. Something about her impatient expression had made Henry go on the offensive; it was a bad time to mess with her. "Get one of the newbies to cover me. It's their mess anyway." This wasn't strictly true. The communal areas, maybe, but Henry did tend to leave a small trail of chaos wherever she went. Eyeliner pencils, marble dust from her sculptures, mud from the training ground, etc. And, sure, she practised her swordplay on the doorframe sometimes. How else was she supposed to get the upper hand over Liam? Besides, she contributed to the cabin in ways other than chores. Like by being a delightful presence. "Wow, Sam, I just thought of something! If you didn't come into my room unannounced, maybe you wouldn't see my mess," Henry glared at her half-sister. Seriously, how were they even related?