Mature Fierce foes' walls crumble - Intimacy's secret dance - Enemies entwine.

[Liam Santos Rare]

Liam had ended up sparring this big mouth brat out by the lake. He had been just minding his own business, training by the lake, shirtless of course. He had been rattled by his father who showed up out of the blue. So he was deep in thought when he heard her voice. Something about Henry always got up under his skill. Was it that she was a know it all or that she challenged him? Either way he wanted to put her in her place so he challenged her to spar.  

He had to give it to her though, the girl could hold her own in a sparring match. The two went back and forth as they both got their jabs in. He had respect for her, which he would NEVER tell her. But that still didn't mean he liked her. Henry always knew how to push his buttons, which was how they got into this situation in the first place. She had said something smart ass to him, making him move quickly as he knocked her off her feet and pinned her to the ground. His face was only inches from hers as he gave her a smirk. "Now be a good girl and keep that mouth shut okay" he said in a husky tone.

@ Henrietta Abbot

[Henrietta Abbot]

Liam's sensual words surprised Henry, but she refused to show it in her face. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing it made something inside her falter. Just a little bit. Henry's sword had fallen out of her range. She was, essentially, at his mercy. It shouldn't excite her, and yet... Regaining her resolve, Henry furrowed her brows into a stubborn scowl. She was panting slightly from the exerted effort of the spar, feeling a bit too conscious of Liam's bare chest parallel to hers. "Make me, Daddy's boy." 

The response came from her lips before she even registered its meaning. Still, she scowled up at him defiantly: her greatest enemy, a boy she despised. So what she'd had deviant thoughts about him before? They were intrusive, and he disgusted her. That's what she told herself, anyway. Really, he was worthy opponent, possibly the only person at camp that had ever bested her. In this new battle, would he best her again?

[Liam Santos Rare]

Liam's chest tightened at Henry's retort, her fiery defiance stirring something within him. He knew he had to maintain his composure, though her words had struck a chord. Narrowing his eyes, he smirked down at her, his fingers lightly gripping her wrists that were pinned above her head. "Careful, princess. You might just get more than you bargained for," he shot back, a mixture of challenge and amusement in his tone. Liam fought the urge to lean in closer, his mind battling his instincts. Their spar had transformed into something entirely different, a charged tension lingering between them.

Taking one of his hands, he let his finger trace down her face. Then holding her face with that hand.  Leaning in he whisper in her ear "I mean, you did call me in that Iris message when I was wearing nothing but a towel...such a bad girl but don't worry I can turn you into a good girl...but only if you want it." Liam was even shocked at his own words as he had NEVER in his life thought about Henry that way until that day she called him. It was as if the thoughts were something he could not get out of his mind and being this close was only making him feel a desire for her more!

[Henrietta Abbot]

"Anything you can give, I can take," growled Henry, with a slight breathlessness. "Or did you forget who was winning a minute ago?" Something had shifted, and she wanted Liam badly. Carnally. She wasn't one to back down though, and however much she wanted this, she wouldn't make it easy for him. She felt the hairs on her arms pick up at his touch; it was a gentle motion but charged with such electric tension that her breath caught slightly. Her body stirred as he grabbed her face, in a way she had seldom felt before. Who knew Liam Santos could ever have this effect on her? Though, that game of truth or dare... the iris message she sent? Maybe it wasn't as insincere as she had thought. Henry tilted her chin up and regarded Liam with a fierce look, like a challenge. 

"Turn me good? Obedient? I'd like to see you try." She retorted, letting out a little snort of laughter at the thought. She knew all the buttons to push, and doing so only made her more excited. 

[Liam Santos Rare]

Liam's heart raced as he heard Henry's defiant words, the challenge in her tone fueling the fire that had ignited between them. Her determination was a magnetic force, pulling him in even closer. His fingers traced the contours of her face, his touch a mixture of gentleness and desire that he couldn't fully hide. As he leaned in, his breath ghosted over her ear, his words a tantalizing invitation that sent shivers down his spine. The line between rivalry and attraction had blurred beyond recognition, and he found himself dancing on the edge of a precipice he had never imagined.

Henry's response was a delicious mixture of bravado and vulnerability, her sharp retort cutting through the charged air like a knife. Liam felt his pulse quicken as she tilted her chin up, challenging him with her gaze. It was a daring move, and he couldn't help but be captivated by the fierce energy radiating from her. His lips curved into a half-smile, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Oh, princess, you have no idea what you're getting yourself into," he murmured, his voice a low, husky timbre that betrayed his own desire.

Liam couldn't deny the truth that lay beneath his words. The unexpected connection he felt with Henry was undeniable, a force that had been brewing beneath the surface for far longer than he had been willing to admit. Their rivalry had taken on a new dimension, evolving into a tension that was impossible to ignore. And as he held her gaze, he knew that this was a game he was willing to play, consequences be damned. That is when he leaned in, his lips on hers.

[Henrietta Abbot]

The kiss surprised Henry, but not as much as the gentle tones in Liam's voice and movement. He spoke teasingly, but not cruelly. Henry felt safe, somehow, pinned beneath this boy. This boy whom she had hated seemingly on site, and spent forever trying to put in his place. Maybe it was now that his place was finally realised: holding Henry in a fiery, passionate kiss. She felt her hands move over his back, as though independent of her. She pushed her lips against his and let her tongue nudge his, smiling against him. The desire she felt couldn't be ignored anymore, and she pulled away just a little. 

"I don't know Santos... that towel of yours slipped a little. Can't say I'm intimidated," she drawled, her eyes flitting down to indicate the 'appendage' she spoke of. This was a complete lie, of course, meant only to ruffle his feathers. The contrast between enemy and lover, between tenderness and lust had her heart beating faster than ever before. It was a feeling similar to the height of battle, but even more intoxicating. Liam was intoxicating. She teased him only to drive him as wild as he did her; only to get him to lose control completely. "15 drachmae say I'll win this round," she added huskily, leaning back in to reconnect their lips.

[Liam Santos Rare]

The world around Liam seemed to melt away as their lips met in a passionate, unexpected kiss. The tension that had been building between them ignited into an inferno, a fire that consumed every rational thought and turned it to ash. The soft press of Henry's lips against his own sent a shockwave of desire coursing through his veins, and he deepened the kiss with a fervor he couldn't suppress. The taste of her, the way her body responded to his touch, it was all too consuming. His hands moved with a will of their own, tangling in her hair as he pulled her closer, deepening their connection. Her playful nudge and teasing words only added fuel to the blazing fire that had taken hold. 

Her words, laden with both challenge and insinuation, had him caught between laughter and arousal. He looked into her eyes, the intensity of their gaze speaking volumes beyond words. His fingers traced her jawline gently, his touch more tender than he could have ever anticipated. Liam smirked, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Is that right, princess? Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint you," he replied, his voice a husky murmur that matched the energy between them. Her offer of a bet only added to the intoxicating game they were playing, and as their lips reconnected, he surrendered fully to the tempestuous whirlwind of emotions and desires that had been unleashed. 

[Henrietta Abbot]

Never before had Henry been called a princess -- never had she acted like one. The nickname made her face flush, so much so she was grateful he couldn't see. She stayed locked in Liam's kiss for a long time, letting out small hums of pleasure every once in a while. She didn't want to tell him he was an incredible kisser, but she couldn't help it. At this point, she was bucking her hips against him slightly. The movements were subconscious, her mind heavy and immediate with the feeling of his lips against hers. She responded to his touch by intensifying her own, grabbing his shoulders with mild desperation. Was this really Liam Santos? Her greatest foe? She could hardly believe what was happening, and how quickly it had all unfolded. 

"You're lucky I hand your ass to you in training, Santos. Got that stamina of yours way up," Henry grinned wickedly, pulling away enough to tug the band shirt she was wearing over her head. The evening air hit her slight body, adding a new contradiction to the list: heat and cold. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her bralette, and she couldn't help but smile and bite her lip as she noticed Liam's eyes flicker down. "What? It's fucking freezing out here." Henry may have been a virgin (not that anyone knew), but she was anything but timid. 

[Liam Santos Rare]

Liam's senses were consumed by the intoxicating taste and feel of Henry's lips. Every touch, every movement, was a symphony of desire that resonated through his entire being. As the kiss deepened, he felt the world around them fade into oblivion, leaving only the two of them in this passionate, electrifying moment. Her hums of pleasure were a sweet melody that ignited a fire within him, fueling his own fervor. He was losing himself in her, in the sensation of her body pressed against his, the way her movements mirrored his own.

Henry's words, laced with that mischievous edge he had come to know so well, drew a deep, throaty chuckle from Liam. Her resilience, her ability to always meet his challenges, even now, only added to the allure he found in her. He was about to respond, to banter back, but his breath caught in his throat as she boldly removed her shirt. The sight of her, the contrast between her warmth and the cool air, struck him like lightning. His gaze flickered down, and he couldn't deny the surge of desire that pulsed through him at the sight of her. Her confidence, her unapologetic boldness, left him both amazed and captivated. His voice was husky but genuine as he finally replied, "You are so beautiful."  He let one of his fingers trace down her body as her locked eyes with her. The feeling of her skin was electrifying as his hands made it to her breast. And with that, he pulled her back into a passionate kiss, his hands exploring her body as the tempestuous storm of their desires raged on.

[Henrietta Abbot]

The genuine compliment that escaped Liam's lips caused Henry to stop in her tracks briefly. "You mean that?" she said breathlessly, forgetting to be playful for a moment. Catching herself, she quickly added, "Not so bad yourself, Santos" in order to distance herself from that moment of vulnerability. It suddenly occurred to her how much she valued Liam's opinion, and that scared her. Why did it feel so good to hear him say those words? Independent, feisty Henrietta Abbot wasn't supposed to care about that stuff! Her thoughts stopped whirling as soon as their lips reconnected, though. The world around them stilled, everything fading to silence. Shouts from the grounds and the mess hall disappeared. It was just Henry and Liam, shirtless by the shore of the lake, exploring the possibilities.

"In this lighting your eyes look kind of... golden." Henry remarked, blushing a little. Her wide eyes looked up at him, sparkling with curiosity and excitement. It could be that the adrenaline was bringing out some Ares passion in him, but Liam seemed to be glowing. Henry was so attracted to him in that moment she couldn't even think of any smart remarks to taunt him. Her hands wandered over the boy's body, coming to rest at his waistband. She slipped her cold fingers just enough underneath to cause his body to stir slightly. "Those drachmae are so mine," she grinned, her eyes silently challenging him.

[Liam Santos Rare]

Liam's heart raced as Henry responded to his compliment, her momentary vulnerability a rare glimpse into the depths of her emotions. He admired her playful attempt to brush it off, understanding the armor she wore to protect herself. He too was this way! That was why he hadn't dated anyone ever, as he was afraid to be vulnerable with anyone. Even his comment about her beauty shocked him as much as it did her. Maybe that was because the two of them had been rivals since Henry arrived to camp. So it wasn't until the iris message the other day that made him start to think a bit differently. He couldn't help but smile, seeing that she liked it or at least he thought she did. His fingers continued to trace along her skin, his touch gentle yet charged with the intensity of his desire. The way her breath hitched only fueled his own hunger for her.

As their lips reconnected, time seemed to stand still. The world outside their bubble of intimacy faded into the background, leaving only the two of them in a world of sensations and unspoken longing. Her comment about his eyes caught him off guard, and a soft chuckle escaped his lips. The warmth of her hands on his body sent shivers down his spine, a mixture of excitement and anticipation coursing through him. The challenge in her eyes ignited a fire within him, and he met her gaze with a determined look of his own. "In yours dreams Athena Girl" he winked as he then began to lean in to kiss down Henry's neck. As his hands began to go to henry's hair. Pulling her hair back, Liam began to bite her neck as his hands began to explore her shorts. 

[Henrietta Abbot]

Liam's fist in Henry's hair, guiding her head back, sent a rush of shameful excitement through the girl's body. His lips made contact with her neck, at once tender and hungry. Henry's mind wandered to all the times she had battled him, and watched him glisten under the sun as she countered his moves; her irritation and frustration at him was suddenly recontextualised into a deep craving, a wicked longing. All the times she had been plotting strategy and imagining what it would take to 'distract' him... could it be that her fantasies were about more than triumphing over him? That all along, she had wanted only to submit? 

As he bit on her neck, Henry let out a gasp of pleasure, a show of weakness that he'd never seen from her before. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction, so quickly caught herself enough to make a sarcastic comment. "Do you have a crush on me or something, Daddy's boy? G-gross!" the last word came out as an involuntary moan that conveyed her desperation as his hands moved below her waist. It was undeniable now, the feelings she had for him. Feelings she'd been pushing down for a long time. Her skin tingled under his touch, the way his warm hands roamed over her body making her shiver. She was lost in him, blind to any other factor in the environment. She felt entirely present, and on the edge of a tremendous thrill.

Henry's hand travelled to the back of Liam's head, fingers entwining in his hair. She was overcome, not only with lust but with the feeling of deep connection. A willingness to be vulnerable that she hadn't felt in some years. This boy was getting through her armour, but she didn't try to stop him. "I- I want it, Liam. I want you." it came out as a whisper, and felt like a sinful confession. 

Edited August 16, 2023 by Henrietta Abbot

[Liam Santos Rare]

Liam's heart raced even faster as Henry's gasp mixed with her sarcastic comment. He was taken aback by the mixture of vulnerability and defiance in her words. The gasp, though, spoke volumes about the passion she was trying to conceal. His fingers traced the contours of her body as they moved towards her shorts, feeling the heat emanating from her skin. The sarcastic retort didn't deter him; if anything, it fueled his desire further. His lips left a trail of kisses along her neck, savoring the taste of her skin, while his fingers deftly worked on the buttons of her shorts. The mingling of her moan and her words ignited a fire within him, and he was determined to take her to new heights of pleasure.

Henry's grip in his hair sent waves of pleasure and urgency down his spine. Her confession, so soft and intimate, hit him like a shockwave. He had never imagined this moment would come, where the rivalry they had held for so long would transform into something so raw and powerful. The words "I want you" echoed in his mind, drowning out any lingering doubts or fears. He looked into her eyes, his own filled with a mixture of desire and a newfound depth of connection. "I want you too, Henry, I have for a very long time" he whispered back, his voice carrying a sense of longing and determination. With a deliberate yet tender motion, he removed her shorts, exposing more of her skin to his hungry gaze and touch. His fingers danced across her, exploring and igniting every nerve.

His lips left her neck, trailing down her collarbone, leaving a trail of soft, fiery kisses. He paused for a moment to meet her eyes again, seeking affirmation in the depths of her gaze. With an unspoken understanding, he continued his descent, worshiping every inch of her skin as if it were a precious canvas. Time seemed to stand still, their connection intensifying with every touch, every breath, as if they were discovering each other for the first time. The barriers they had built over the years were crumbling, and in their place, a powerful intimacy was emerging, one that neither of them could deny. "Gods you are so beautiful" he said in between the kisses. His hands touching her body in a way as if he was worshiping the beautiful woman in his arms. One of his hands found her breast as he traced around it and then touched the nipple. Biting his lip he looked back at her with so much longing in his eyes. 

[Henrietta Abbot]

"You don't have to be gentle, Liam" Henry grinned up at the boy. "Whatever you can give I can take, remember?" She referenced their first meeting, that battle that had left her so confused and frustrated. Using his first name felt tender and meaningful. Usually, Henry opted for his surname, or some personal insult or other. Now, she saw him as he was: Liam, Liam, Liam. She breathed it all in as her hands roamed his body, taking in every centimetre of him. The back of his neck, his waistline, his jaw. She fumbled with the fly of his pants, desperately wanting to feel his arousal. He was firm underneath her touch and it thrilled her more than she could describe.

He looked absolutely beautiful in the evening light, features like one of the great Greek heroes. Sharp where it counted and soft underneath. And he was all hers. She pictured, decades from now, what great legends they might be telling of campers gone by. Hercules, Achilles, Percy... and them. Liam and Henrietta. Still rivals, perhaps, but teammates too -- how could they have not considered it before? They could topple whole worlds together! She loved how slow and deliberate he was being, but after the full year of tension, she was so impatient for him she could burst. Her hips pitched against his body, using his bulge to stimulate herself. She was too excited to be shy about it, or hide behind a quip. The feeling of Liam's fingertips brushing her thighs as he removed her shorts made her core clench and wetten even more.

Her heart skipped a beat. 'I have for a very long time'... could it be that he had never been making fun of her? All those times he flirted with her in battle, all the winks and smirks and quips -- genuine? He, the most beautiful boy in all of camp, had wanted her for a very long time? Her mind adjusted to the reality of things, recontextualising every encounter. The fantasies of distraction had been fantasies of lust. The kiss had been a real kiss. THE kiss.

"Fuck, I needed this so bad," Henry exhaled shakily, whimpering as his lips travelled down her body. "Oh, Liam-- mmmh!" For the boy, these were likely familiar sensations. To Henry, though, everything was new; she had never been touched like this before, never even dared to imagine it would feel this blissful. But here was Liam, her rival, son of Ares, making her whole body pulse with desire. His lips were soft and warm against her breast, stimulating her nipple until she was gasping for him. 

"Make me submit to you, Liam. I dare you," Henry challenged, her fist gently tugging on Liam's hair so he might meet her eyes. Her expression sparkled with a mixture of lust and disobedience. She wanted to play with him, to make him enact every fantasy he had on her. Gods, she'd been waiting so long for this moment. Longer than she had ever even realised. She'd never admit it, but she was completely at his mercy in that moment. No tricks, no strategy, no competition. She belonged entirely to him, content to be his plaything. His princess.

 

[Liam Santos Rare]

Liam's eyes darkened with a wild intensity at Henry's whispered challenge, a tantalizing blend of bravado and vulnerability. That fire, that spirit of hers was one of the things he admired most, but the raw passion in her gaze showed him a side of Henry he had only dreamt of. Her dare resonated deeply within him, echoing the rhythm of his rapidly beating heart. "Challenge accepted, Athena girl," he murmured, lips ghosting over her earlobe, trying to send a shiver down her spine. The cocky smile on his face only grew as he loved a good challenge!!! Henry knew this as much as they squared off in classes.

Henry's admission of never having been touched this way before – that this was all new to her – only made Liam more ravenous to explore every inch of her, to mark every uncharted territory of her soul and body. His fingers, skilled and unhurried, glided over her sensitive areas, teasing her, testing her limits. Each moan, each whimper from Henry spurred him on, fuelling his desires and determination. He traced circles on her inner thigh, moving ever so slightly higher with each pass. His lips latched onto the delicate skin of her collarbone, leaving a trail of heated kisses, his tongue tasting her, feeling her heart race beneath his touch.

Suddenly pulling back, his eyes met hers with a feral look, filled with hunger and desire. "You think I can't make you submit?" he growled, his voice low and husky. Pinning her hands above her head, he allowed himself a brief moment to drink in the sight of her – flushed, eyes filled with need, lips slightly parted – before diving in once more. His kisses grew more fervent, deeper, hungrier, taking her breath away. As he touched her, kissed her, teased her, he could sense her resolve weakening, her walls crumbling, until she was on the verge of surrender. And yet, he wanted to prolong this sweet torture, this delicious dance between them, making sure that when she did finally give in, it would be an explosion of passion, a union of two fierce souls that had finally found their match. Finally, Liam's fingers skillfully danced along the edge of Henry's bra, the teasing fabric that separated him from more of her. With a swift, decisive motion, he tore it away, exposing her breasts to the cool air and his burning gaze, intensifying the electricity between them.

[Henrietta Abbot]

It seemed to Henry that she'd awakened something in Liam that had been dormant for some time: his expression was hungry and dark as he looked down at her. It sent a thrill down her spine that made her body contort slightly underneath him, writhing to meet its pleasure. They had stopped short of this moment so many times -- sweaty and panting from practice, on the ground after a difficult spar, one pinned and submitting under the other. But never had it taken its course before. Previously, it always ended with a dismount, a hand for support in getting up (that Henry resolutely ignored)... finally, it was happening. Henry returned Liam's arrogant smirk with one of her own. Her eyes sparkled with defiance and excitement, intoxicated by the thought that Liam could do anything he wanted to her.

His experience was evident. Every movement, breath, kiss upon Henry drove her crazier. Thank the gods for her stubborn resolve, or she knew she'd be begging for him already. "Oh, I know you can't, Santos," she quipped, suppressing the moan that threatened to betray her true feelings. His touch felt electric, his desire for her evident in a way that thrilled her to her core. He was the only thing on her mind and body. She couldn't imagine anything beyond their little bubble of lust and tension; nor did she want to. "I'm not some eager-to-please Aphrodite harlot," Henry smirked, grabbing Liam's chin. "You'll have to work for me."

That was when he pinned her hands above her head in one swift, practised movement. Henry moaned, her hips bucking against him instinctively. Suddenly, he tore her bra off like an animal. His demigod strength was good for more than just battle, apparently! The freezing night air hit her small, perky breasts like a whip. Her gasp at the sensation turned into a compliant whimper, "Fuck! Oh-- mmmhh!" Why did it feel so deliciously good to have him staring down at her like that? Taking in her helpless body, as though imagining all the ways he could ruin her... Henry could hardly take it. "Don't be such a coward, Liam," she grinned cheekily, her eyes flickering below his waist. "Undress for me." 

[Liam Santos Rare]

"You don't give orders to me Princess!" Liam growled as he firmly held her hands above her head. "I'll undresses you when it damn well pleases me to....for now..." Without bothering to finish Liam's eyes looked at Henry's topless form with hungry desire. Her cheeky grin and the fire in her eyes tested his self-control. "You like pushing your limits, don't you, Athena girl?" he whispered huskily moving close enough that their lips barely brushed. Instead of immediately addressing her taunt he took his time, focusing on her breasts. His hand caressed one gently while his lips descended upon the other. He took her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, biting down just enough to elicit a gasp. Every reaction, every moan and whimper she gave only servered to further stoke the fires of his passion.

Moving with intent Liam trailed bites, each one more passionate than the last, from her breasts up to her neck. The bite marks, symbols of his claim, were evident on her pale skin. He wanted her to remember this, remember the rawness of their connection, the primal hunger that they felt for each other. Pulling away for a moment he locked eyes with her as his fingers traced the bite marks he had left. The unspoken words in his gaze was easy to read, he wanted her to be his and his alone, he wanted all of her. And if she allowed him, he would have her fully.

Feeling her gaze down to the area below his waist, he smirked. "Patience Princess," he murmured, leaning in to capture her lips in another searing kiss. It was an intoxicating blend of softness and aggression. His free hand roamed down her body, settling on her waist, pulling her closer. The outside world seeming to fade away.

[Henrietta Abbot]

Liam's teasing was driving Henry completely insane. He definitely knew how to get a reaction from her, both physical and verbal; as he got to work on her breasts, it was all Henry could do not to scream his name and beg for him to take her. "I have no limits, Daddy's Boy," Henry retorted, tilted her chin up to meet his gaze defiantly. One of them would have to break first, submitting to their desire before the other. She couldn't wait to find out who it would be. Especially if it was him. 

He took her skin between his teeth as he trailed down her body. The mixture of pain and pleasure made her eyes roll, her body succumbing completely to him. She prayed that they would bruise, so that she might be marked as his property for a few more days after this magical exchange was over. She thrilled at the thought of belonging to him like that. The contrast between his gentle touches and the sensation of his biting had Henry completely giddy, a slave to the sensations he was giving her. Her skin tingled under his fingers and jolted under his teeth. Oh, how she'd been dreaming of this!

"Patience is not my strong suit, Santos," Henry whispered against his lips. She moved her body underneath him, desperate for friction that might release the tension she felt between her legs. With Liam holding her hands, she had no way to seek pleasure except by using his body. She imagined he quite liked that thought. Finding his erection, Henry whimpered at the mere sensation of it against her mound. "Fuck, you're so hard for me. Not the first time, I bet... Maybe I'll actually let you fuck me this time," She grinned, and took him into another hungry kiss. She savoured his taste and texture, the heat of his face and the intensity of his kiss. Gods, she'd never felt this way before! 

[Liam Santos Rare]

The words "Daddy's Boy" echoed in Liam's ears, but it was her fiery gaze, filled with determination and challenge, that truly tested his restraint. His thumb grazed her lower lip, the sharp inhale from her making him feel even more powerful. She might have challenged his dominance with words, but her body spoke a different language, one of submission and vulnerability. His eyes danced with amusement at her provocation. "You might not have limits, but I do," he whispered into her ear, "and that's ensuring you're writhing underneath me begging." He let the words hang in the air between them, a promise of what's to come. Every time her hips bucked against him, a groan would escape his lips, betraying the deep-rooted desire he harbored for her. "Oh, I'm hard for you, Princess," Liam confessed with a sly grin, "Always have been, every spar, every tease, every challenge." As their lips met again, Liam felt a pull so deep, a connection so profound that it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended. There was no denying the magnetic force between them; they were like two sides of the same coin, rivals and lovers, pulled together by an inexorable force.

Then in a flash of movement using the strength and agility born of countless hours of training, Liam maneuvered Henry. He spun her around, her back now flush against his chest. His hand rising again to effortlessly pin both of her wrists above her head. The demigod's strength was not just evident in the heat of battle; in moments like these, it was used in different ways. He effortlessly yanked her camp shorts down to her ankles further immobilizing her. Then, drawing from this raw power he grasped the fabric of her panties and with one swift motion ripped them away, leaving her now utterly naked to his ravenous gaze and touch.

With her ass now bare and Liam's firm grip holding her in place, it was with a low growl of appreciation, he drew back his hand and, in a swift motion, delivered a sharp spank to her exposed behind. The sound echoed through the woods, followed by the pink hue that blossomed on her skin, marking her as his. Liam took a moment to admire the mark he'd left, "It seems even the mighty Athena's daughter needs a lesson or two, huh? Consider that your first. If you ask me nicely I might just give you another" he taunted playfully.

[Henrietta Abbot]

Writhing underneath me, begging... Liam said the words like a promise he had every intention of delivering on. Henry felt her resolve weaken slightly, her need for him growing more by the second. Still, she wanted to make this last as long as possible. She felt drunk on this moment, dizzy and vague, the only things grounding her were the sensations he delivered. His thumb on her lips, his hand around her wrist. His lips on her neck. 

 

The admission that she had turned Liam on in the past made Henry glow scarlet. She felt that she must be luminescent in the night, from how warm her face was growing. She thought of all the times they'd sparred, and she'd attributed her slickness to mere sweat... No, Liam had had Henry under his spell for far longer than either of them realised. Liam's husky groans made her eyes sparkle with pride and amusement; he wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Needed her -- not just her pussy, but her whole being. The animalistic nature of this encounter did nothing to discount the deep, gentle yearning that underscored it. She felt for a moment that love wasn't SUCH a foreign concept after all...

 

The way he maneuvered Henry gave her goosebumps all over her body. It wasn't an unfamiliar sensation; he'd used his strength against her on countless occasions before. But this time, there was almost nothing between them. His skin pressing against her's was the best sensation she'd ever felt. She understood what all the Aphrodite fuss was about now... Liam undressed Henry forcefully, making her abandoned clothes into yet more restraints for her. He tore off her underwear with a primal strength that made Henry moan with anticipation. "Mmmhm!" Feeling her most intimate areas exposed to him, his gaze burning, she felt as though her whole life had been leading up to this moment. She raised her behind so as to give him a better view. 

 

The spank that Liam delivered made Henry cry out in both pain and pleasure, a sound that she quickly muffled in her hair. "Aaah! Hhnng... is that- is that really the best you can do?" she provoked, her arousal far eclipsing her waning pain threshold. It was clear, though, that his promise was being fulfilled already. Henry writhed underneath him, arching her back for him, facilitating her punishment gladly. "Want me to beg for your cock, Santos? Make me." She knew neither of then would submit to this desire until they had no other choice. It was a variation of their usual spars... who would cave first? who would be victorious?

[Liam Santos Rare]

A devilish smirk played on his lips at her words. Liam knew Henry was baiting him, urging him to push her further, to challenge her. She thrived on it just as much as he did. The intimate dance of power between them was nearly intoxicating. "Oh Princess," he purred, letting his fingers trace the now pinkish hue on her behind, "I've barely begun." Leaning down, his lips ghosted over the very spot he'd just spanked, letting the coolness of his breath soothe the sting. Then in yet another swift motion he spun her back around to face him before gently, but firmly, threw her to the ground. He knew the soft grass beneath them would cushion her fall, and now with her in this new position he could really get to work. Leaning down he took a moment to spread her legs, positioning himself between them, his intent clearly in his eyes. 

His hands slid down her sides, caressing the curves of her hips, tracing the outline of her thighs. There was something incredibly alluring about having Henry, the formidable daughter of Athena, in such a vulnerable state before him. Yet even as she lay beneath him, she glowed with power and determination, a relentless spirit he so admired. Liam found himself caught between wanting to make her surrender, and the desire to cherish and pay attention to every inch of her body. Hmm, why not both? he thought to himself with a grin. 

"Seems like your body has its own way of begging, Athena girl. You want me to make you beg? Oh, I will," as he began a trail of teasing bites and kisses slowly up her thigh until his mouth approached the center of her wetness. Holding her hips firmly, he pressed his mouth against her, his tongue teasing the sensitive folds, exploring her, tasting her. He wanted to draw out every moan, every gasp, every whimper he could from her. The taste of her was wonderful, driving him wild with desire. Every lap, every suck, every nibble was his attempt to break her into begging him for his cock.

[Henrietta Abbot]

Frustrated but aroused by his condescension, Henry grinned, hiding her face from Liam. She wouldn't let him relish in that victory just yet. "If I'm a princess, what does that make you? Court jester at best," she said, amusement tugging at her voice. Nobody had told her that sex could be fun; she'd always pictured it so solemn pornographic and heavy. No talking or taunting or laughing. Well, not them. Everything about him thrilled her, his personality as much as anything else. Of course she wanted his infuriating, cocky quips involved... it wouldn't be Liam without them.

For the brief moment Liam held her to his chest, Henry's heart soared. It felt as though it was beating out of her body, and she wondered if the whole camp could hear its rhythm. Their naked skin together, her ass still stinging from his hand... then she was falling, thrown to the ground like a doll. She grinned up at him, admiring his strength and agility even now. He'd always been a worthy opponent, but this was something else entirely. The feeling of him spreading her legs was almost more than she could bear. As he got to work, teasing her with his tongue, she couldn't help but let out gasps and whimpers. It was an entirely new sensation, the way his tongue traced her folds and played with her. She didn't care who heard her moans. She was his and he was her's. Dripping, she writhed against him, her mind empty to anything else but his tongue flicking against her clit until she found her first release of the night. The feeling built in her before exploding, sending a million shock waves through her body like so many shooting stars, leaving her winded and panting. "Mmmff, fuck, Santos! Oh, oh-- hhnngg!" 

Henry couldn't take it anymore, her patience had finally given way and she was willing to concede. Looking up at him, the most handsome man she'd ever seen, smiling like he had just bested her in combat... Her desire had begun to ache, pulsing at her core. Restrained as she was, she was completely at Liam's mercy, and she knew he could hold out longer than her. He had, after all, done this before. Not only was her arousal ruling her, so was her curiosity... how would he feel inside her? How big was he? What did he taste like? Questions she'd been asking herself for years, and she was just a few words away from the answers... 

"Oh, fuck it! If you don't gag me with your cock already, Im just gonna keep talking back." There was no point hiding the blush in her cheeks or the urgency in her voice; she'd already cum for him once. Of course he was going to be all cocky about it, so she was desperate to please him as he had her, too prideful to allow him to do all the work. She was inexperienced, but there were few things she hadn't done right on the first try. She wouldn't start that streak now, that's for sure. 

She looked up at him with big eyes full of excitement, grinning tauntingly. She was shaking from her first orgasm, hoping he wouldn't notice. "Don't be scared. Maybe if you ask nicely, I won't bite."

[Liam Santos Rare]

Liam looked up at Henry intensely drinking in the sight of her surrendering to the sensations. The corners of his mouth turned up into an arrogant smirk, knowing he was the reason for her outburst of pleasure. "You're beautiful like this, undone by me" he said husky. He allowed Henry a moment to catch her breath, his fingers gently caressing her thigh but then she had to go and mouth off again. "Gagging on my cock huh? You know, that might just be the first smart thing you've said all evening."

Standing up Liam towered over the smaller girl. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his jeans, never breaking eye contact with Henry. Slowly, he started unbuckling his belt, pushing down his jeans until they pooled around his ankles, stepping out of them confidently wearing only his boxers, but not for long. In a teasingly slow display Liam stripped them off too as he now stood dominantly over Henry, fully exposed. Liam's cock, even only half-aroused was a sight to behold. The length was significant, hanging heavy between his thighs, and even in its semi-erect state, its potential was evident. "Henry," Liam started, his voice an assertive tone one would expect from a commanding son of Ares, "Suck it." It wasn't just a request; it was a demand, an order that expected compliance.

[Henrietta Abbot]

In a conditioned response to Liam's commanding tone, Henry retorted without thinking: "Shut up and make me." Almost as soon as the words were out she took him into her mouth, unable to wait for his discipline. She couldn't contain her excitement at the sight of him standing over her, fully exposed. His cock was big, not even fully erect, so that answered one of her questions. She'd never doubted it for a second - in truth, she'd seen its outline before... not that she'd paid attention, of course. 

 

Desperate to make him cry out her name, Henry slobbered over the boy's cock, making sure her eyes locked on his. Staring up at him, trying to take all of his significant length, she fought back the inevitable gag as she took him to the back of her throat. There, her eyes rolled back and she couldn't help gagging on him. "Ghhkk.. mmph..gkkhh!" Her inexperience had her unable to hold him there, so she resurfaced with a gasp. "Mmf, is this good?" she asked, holding him. For a moment she saw them from another perspective: her, naked and sprawled on the ground, giving him head like her life depended on it. She couldn't help but grin up at him.

For the while it took to catch her breath, she paid special attention to his tip, teasing it with her tongue. She relished in the grunts and groans of pleasure he made, clear signals that she was in control. Henry began to speed up, taking him as far as she could and working up a rhythm that conveyed her desperation. Her desperation to bring him to climax, to have him look down at her and give her that infuriating smirk. Her saliva dripped down his shaft, making the hand she steadied herself with wet. She used that lubrication to massage his balls, looking up at him for approval once again. Her eyeliner was smudged, her eyes blurry with tears of pressure from when she tested herself on his length. Gods, he was so beautiful...

[Liam Santos Rare]

Seeing the fiercely independent Henry, always a thorn in his side, now on her knees before him was a sight Liam hadn't truly anticipated. But he couldn't help but chuckle at her final retort. Amusement flashed in Liam's eyes even as he tried to maintain his dominant stance. Even on her knees with his cock in her mouth she always was ready with a sharp remark, always challenging him. "You really do have a mouth on you," Liam said with playfulness. The initial warmth of her mouth wrapping around him was nothing short of electric. Every inch of his skin became hyper-aware! The heat, the wetness, the gentle suction - it was overwhelming and Liam couldn't help but let the low moans of pleasure flow from his mouth. " Mmmmmmm Henryyyyyy" he called.

He remembered though her words, 'Shut up and make me', well he couldn't let that challenge go unanswered. "You asked for this Princess" he teased. As his hand wraps around a handful of the girl's blonde hair gripping tightly. With a firm grip and a possessive growl Liam begins to guide her movements more aggressively. "You want this, don't you?" he whispered huskily as his cock continued its assault on the back of her throat. The moment Henry gagged on him Liam smirked. The raw reaction she had to his size made him feel even more powerful, more in control. The intensity of his coming orgasm evident in the way he tightened his grip on her locks. "Henry," he warned, his voice warning her of his imminent release. "Henry... Ah... Mmmmm.....Hah..." Liam reached the edge, unloading his seed with intense pulses into her waiting mouth. The heat and intensity of his release exploding down her throat. The feeling left him breathless and drained as he struggled a bit to stand up. "Ohhhh......fuck" being the only word he could form in the moment.