A Stormy Christmas

[Tempest Truett]

Christmas Eve 2021

The great hall of Camp Half-Blood had been transformed into a winter wonderland, with twinkling fairy lights hanging from every beam, and a great golden tree stood adorned with a multitude of celestial bronze ornaments. Snowflakes—real and magical—drifted lazily in the air, but disappeared before they could wet the ground. Tempest stepped into the room, wearing a fitted dark blue velvet dress that reached just above her knees. It had an asymmetrical neckline, baring one shoulder, with intricate silver snowflake embroideries trailing down one side. The dress clung to her figure, emphasizing her athletic build but also her grace.

Although the dress made her look enchanting, her mood was anything but. Tempest wasn't too thrilled about being at the party, especially when she heard that Aphrodite's cabin was contributing. As she scanned the room, her icy gaze landed on Levi by the punch bowl. A scoff escaped her lips, and she approached him. Her thoughts whirled with annoyance, Of course he'd be by the drinks. Typical Aphrodite camper move. She kept her posture tall and confident, "Fancy seeing you here, Levi," she remarked, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Hoping to find love by the punch bowl or just planning on making everyone miserable with your ego?" Her steely eyes challenged him, ready for any comeback.

 

@ Levi Jones

[Levi Jones Rare]

Levi was excited about the Christmas party; they always do up the decorations very beautifully. When Levi walked in, he went straight for the punch, scanning the room to see who all has showed up. He was dressed in a navy-blue suit with a white under shirt. The shirt was open, it was buttoned up. As he poured himself a drink, he hardly even got to take a drink, when none other than Tempest walks into the party. Levi was not expecting her to show up, but damn did she look gorgeous in the outfit she had chosen to wear. He watched her walk straight for him and he smiled at her. Of course, she had her snarky attitude in tow, but it didn't faze him at all. Taking a drink of the punch, he lets her words wash over him, and then grabs a cup and pours some punch into "Have a drink" he smiles at her. 

"Yes, I am looking for love, and I told myself the first women to come talk to me was going to be the one I fall in love with. So, cheers looks like your it" he smirks holding his cup in the air. Levi honestly couldn't stand Tempest, she was the one women at this camp that he was perfectly fine not adding her to his built. But if the chase arises then he would never pass up the chance, she was a beautiful women, despite her horrible attitude. 

[Tempest Truett]

Tempest's eyes narrowed, refusing to be swayed by Levi's seemingly playful tone. A hint of a mocking smile played on her lips, her pulse quickening just slightly—not out of attraction, she vehemently reminded herself, but because of the audacity of his remark. She stared down at the cup of punch he poured for her, conflicted. She had no intention of playing his little games, but she was also never one to back down from a challenge. "Your confidence is astounding as always, if not misplaced," she said, taking the cup from him with a deliberate slowness, making sure her fingers brushed against his just briefly, watching for any hint of a reaction. She knew of his 'reputation', the same one many of his kind had. But Tempest could play games and break hearts too.

She took a measured sip, maintaining eye contact the entire time, letting the cold, sweet liquid cool her fiery temperament momentarily. The sensation emboldened her further, causing her to quip, "Don't flatter yourself, Levi. It's Christmas, the season of giving. I figured I'd grace you with my presence for a few moments. Consider it your gift." As she spoke, her thoughts raced, trying to calculate his next move and formulate her response. She couldn't deny that there had always been a charge between them—a tension that was palpable. 

[Levi Jones Rare]

Levi just smiled when she grabbed for the cup, she knew her silly little games. They never fazed him, so when she brushed against his fingers, he didn't give her the satisfaction of responding he simply let the cup go and took a sip of his own drink. "It's seeming that your confidence is the one misplaced, thinking you could try anything with me" he says with a smirk. Levi loved to play games, and with Tempest was bound to be a fun time, she always had some good come backs, but she never could get under his skin, which he thinks is why she doesn't like him, she was so use getting her way, but not with Levi. 

"Aw, well thank you for oh so graciously spreading some Christmas joy" his voice laced with sarcasm, drinking down the rest of his punch and reaching for more, it was surprisingly really good this year. "So, what brings you to the Christmas party this year Mrs. Scrooge?" he says with a bright smile.

[Tempest Truett]

The distinctiveness of the punch was unsettling. While Tempest was used to the annual variance in flavor, this time it seemed... off. There was an aftertaste that lingered, making her internally debate the origin of that peculiar sensation. Could it be some prank or perhaps just a poor recipe choice? However, any personal musings were pushed to the back of her mind when Levi decided to open his mouth, again. She placed the cup down with a deliberate pace, not wanting to show even a hint of the apprehension she felt due to the drink's oddity.

"Mrs. Scrooge? Please, Levi, if I wanted to see something with no originality, I would've just read one of those books your sister Evelyn is already reading. But alas, here you are," she retorted with a frosty smile. Taking another delicate sip, she scrutinized the liquid inside. "Maybe you’re right. Perhaps I am a bit of a Scrooge. After all, I'm clearly not in the spirit of gifting you with any more attention tonight." She paused, feigning a thoughtful expression, "Or any other night, for that matter." With that, she took a longer gulp of the punch, still trying to discern its strange flavor, but always keeping her poised and sardonic front. Her internal radar remained on high alert, wary of any more of Levi's snarky comments and of the bizarre drink she'd been handed. If anything, Levi's presence only ignited her will to stay sharp, refusing to let her guard down, no matter how unsettling the atmosphere or punch became. Seriously, what is in this drink??

[Levi Jones Rare]

Levi was one to let things slide, most things didn't get under his skin, especially when he knew someone was purposefully trying to. As he was drinking, he heard his sister's name slip out of the bitch's mouth. Pulling the drink down away from his mouth, he gives her a smile. He was biting his tongue but be damned he if he was going to let her notice a thing. Really the only way to get under his skin was to do exactly what she did. He kept telling himself, she only did it because she wants the reaction, and she wasn't going to get it from him. The comment wasn't too bad, and it was mainly about him and not a huge stab at his sister, so that made it easier for him to calm down on the inside without even showing a hint of it from the outside. 

Looking Tempest in the eyes, a smirk dances a crossed his face "That's a gift in of itself, sweetheart" holding the glass back to his lips, he drinks down the punch, it was off slightly but it still tasted pretty good. As he finished his second drink though, something hit him. It was a strange feeling; Levi couldn't explain it. Next thing he knew he reached for Tempest's hand "Wait" he said, but he wasn't sure what to say. Something warm was hitting him all at once, and his mind was going kind fuzzy. Could Tempest have done something to him. 

 

[Tempest Truett]

Taken aback by the sudden, unexpected touch and the change in Levi's demeanor, Tempest's defenses went up, her eyes flitting to the drink in her hand and then to the punch bowl. A dread started to pool in her stomach, a realization that something might be terribly wrong. The unusual taste of the punch, combined with Levi's sudden shift, couldn't be a mere coincidence. She quickly tried to recall if she'd seen anyone else act strangely after drinking the punch. Tempest's was no stranger to detecting unusual energies or substances, hell she usually was the cause of most of the trouble that happened at camp. But this... this was unfamiliar.

'Wait!'

"What the hell Levi?" she retorted as he grabbed her hand that held the drink, it was empty now but she'd be damned if she'd ever let an Aphrodite think they could touch her. That's when she looked down and in shock realized her free hand had involuntarily reached out and taken Levi's other hand. Not in warning, but how a girlfriend might reach out and intertwine her fingers in-between her boyfriends. "Ok seriously...what the hell?" she swore again, this time at herself and not Levi. She tilted her head, observing Levi with a clinical detachment, her demeanor switching from catty banter to alert caution. "What did you put in that drink??" she asked as an intrusive thought entered her mind at just how sharp Levi looked in a navy-blue suit.

[Levi Jones Rare]

Levi pulled his hand back for a moment surprised at his own actions. Tempest was a hot girl and the dress she was wearing was beautiful, but he never tried to get with her, for the simple fact that she was a bitch, and he just didn't care to deal with her. But now he is looking her up and down wondering what she looks like without the dress on. "What did I do?! How about you just admit you did something to me" he says, as he catches himself smirking, licking his lips, his hands reaching for her hips, pulling her into him. Levi could already feel his cock pushing against the strain of his pants, and now she was pulled against him, by him. He was still in shock, but he liked the idea of getting her out of the party and figuring out what kind of girl she was in bed. 

"Why don't we go somewhere private" he whispers into her ear. Whatever was in that punch, he was feeling the effects so strong the only thing on his mind was sex at that point. Tempest drank the same punch, and he could see the look she had given him for just a moment. "I know you want to" he says in a teasing voice, as wraps his arm around her waist, pushing himself into her, letting her feel just how hard he was, already. 

[Tempest Truett]

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.

[Levi Jones Rare]

Levi's head was fuzzy at this point, he knew who he was messing with, and part of him was yelling at him that this was going to be a huge mistake. The other half of him, part being he was indeed a fuckboy, and the other part this damn punch was heightening everything sexual inside him, was all for getting his hands on Tempest. Before he could really process everything going on, she had grabbed him by his suit and pulled him into a nearby supply closet. As soon as the door shut, Levi's hands were all over Tempest, working their way from her hips down to hem of her dress. Grabbing the hem, he pulls the dress over her head, and smiles, licking his lips, as he admires her body. Tossing her dress to the side, he yanks his jacket off, and starts to undo his button up shirt. The feelings were so strong, so urgent that he felt like, he needed to be insider her. Which wasn't like him, he was always one for foreplay. Moaning her name "Mmmm Tempest, beautiful" he voice laced with lust. 

Pulling his shirt off, he pulls Tempest into him again, kissing her passionately, his tongue pushing its way in, tasting every inch of her mouth. His hands roaming over her smooth body. His hand stops at her hips, as he pulls her hips into him, letting his erection in his pants push roughly against her. Wanting her to feel how hard he was for her. Continuing to devore her mouth, he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth, biting down onto and pulling back, letting a moan slip through his lips. Trying to have some self-control, he pulls away from her, taking a breath. "Fuck" he says staring at her body, she still had her bra and panties on, but she was absolutely gorgeous. Grabbing her hand, Levi smirks and puts her at his jeans hinting at her, wanting her to take his pants off. 

[Tempest Truett]

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.

[Levi Jones Rare]

Levi was caught off guard as Tempest brought his hands up and wrapped his own belt around his wrist. He didn't put up a fight, he was honestly curious as to what this girl had in mind. He had never been put into a situation like this, and he was not submissive, there was no way he would submit to Tempest, but if she wanted to play like a big girl than he was going to let her. His own lust mixed with what was ever in that punch has got him going, he doesn't want to stop whatever was going to happen. Locking eyes, he noticed a mischievous glint in hers. The look was all too familiar, he knew he had just met his match. Giving a smirk as her words hit, he pulled at his own belt, a small groan slipping out as her fingers traced down his abs ever so teasingly. Adjusting his body, as she hooked into his pants, slowly sliding them down. As his boxers fell letting his hard cock out of its restrictions, Levi let out a small sigh of relief. He was in awe of this girl, until she opened her mouth once more, mentioning his mom. The smirk fell from his face for a moment, gritting his teeth he took a breath. 

Before he could stay something about her comment, her hand started to work his hard erection, mixing the sensation making his relax once more, letting a slight moan escape his lips. Pulling at the restraint again, he pushes his hips forward "How about you use that pretty mouth of yours, Sweetheart" he suggests his tone laced with seduction. 

[Tempest Truett]

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.

[Levi Jones Rare]

Levi was in a trance of heightened desires, his body was feeling every little movement she made. Balling his hands into a fist as he pulled at the belt, he felt her breath linger across his throbbing cock, the closer she got to him, the more his hips moved, pushing his cock toward her mouth. "Mmmm fuck" he groaned out, he wasn't sure how he was feeling about the situation he was in. Normally being the predator, he now found himself as the pray, it was a new and interesting feeling, the tension building, his chest falling hard with deep breaths. Was this what girls felt like when he tied them up, this sense of helplessness? Did they really enjoy this? So many questions started to pop into his head, as chills were running threw his body with every slow deliberate stroke she made, until she stopped, this jolted Levi's head down and he was meet with big round doe eyes staring up at him. "Yes that's it, take my length in" he says, trying to feel some sense of control at this point. He was still plotting how he was going to turn the tables on Tempest. He wanted his control back, as much as his body was reacting to her, he was not happy to be the pray. 

Her mouth wrapped slowly around his cock, as she took his length in a little at a time. His head tilting back in pleasure, it was like a jolt of electricity running threw him. His cock pulsed insider her mouth as his hips pushed forward more. "Good girl" he says in a breathy moan. His wrist were burning at this point, as he pulled trying to either pull out of the belt or break the belt. Part of him didn't want to break the belt because well it was the only one he owned.

[Tempest Truett]

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." 

[Levi Jones Rare]

Levi smirk and couldn't help but chuckle slightly at Tempest's comment. "Does Bad girl work instead on you?" he says in a mischievous tone, as he watched this browned eyed beauty stand up, playing with herself right in front of him. Licking his lips he watched as her fingers slide through her wet folds, his cock was throbbing painfully at this point, he wanted inside of her, and if he wasn't in his position he would of already bent her over and rammed into her. Just then Tempest turned around and bent over. Levi's went wide as her deliciously glistening wet pussy came into full view, her fingers still rubbing teasingly, letting out a small moan, "Fuck, that pussy looks tasty" he says in a seductive voice. Thrusting his hips forward he pulled harder at the belt, and that's when he felt a slight give, catching his attention for a moment he casted his view up toward his hands, and noticed that he had caused a small tear into the belt. Smiling triumphantly, he knew he would be able to rip the belt the rest of the way, but he needed to time it just right. 

His attention was soon back on Tempest as her hand wrapped around his cock and positioned it right at the entrance of her pussy. Biting his lip, he took a deep breath in as she lowered herself down, taking in his length. His grith causing her to stretch tightly around him, he let out another moan. "Hah, challenge" he scoffed, as he trusted his hip, pushing himself into her further, the sensation was enough to give him more of a purpose to break the belt. As he focused on the feeling of his cock being squeezed, he could feel his cock pulsing inside her. Moving his hips, he pushed her body forward, letting her fall back onto his cock hard, repeated this motion just a few more times, as he broke the belt with one like hard pull. Levi's hands coming free without Tempest knowing, gave him even more of a triumphant feel, and without warning his hands grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft skin, he started to pump into her hard, but deliberately slow, pulling out to his tip and then slamming back into her.

[Tempest Truett]

"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!!!"

[Levi Jones Rare]

Levi had just broken his one and only belt he had, which he was not happy about. So, when Tempest opened her mouth taunting him, it only enraged him, gritting his teeth, he pulled back her hair as he shoved his cock deep instead of her, he could feel her cervix. Leaning forward as he did he brought his mouth to her ear nipping it, as he whispered "your pussy feels amazing, so I'll give you just this one warning, if you want to try to taunt me again, I'll make sure to gag you on this cock and you won't be able to say word the rest of the night" his voice laced with a mixture of lust and anger. The lust was defiantly outweighing his anger though, and it wasn't long before he was standing back up right, still holding her hair, using as leverage as he started to pound relentlessly into her. 

Feeling her wet heat squeeze around him, the intensity of the feeling was even more from the effects of the 'drug' from the punch only made it harder for him to hold himself back from coming right then. Slowing his pace for a moment as his breath labored, trying to regain control of the situation, digging his nails from his left hand into her hip, as his right hand tangled into her hair more, pulling it hard. "Fuck" the words slips from his mouth, as moving slower helped, but it was a tantalizing feeling that was a mixture of pain and pleasure, that he hadn't felt in a long time. As his breath evened, he started to pick up his pace again, he slowly pulled out to the tip and then rammed deep back into her. "Oh, don't worry little girl, I'll be the best you've ever had" he commented with a seductive voice, so caught up and lost in the moment with the drug mixed in, he didn't ever realize he just used his charm speak on Tempest.

[Tempest Truett]

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.

[Levi Jones Rare]

Levi let out a moan of pleasure as he could feel every inch of Tempest's heat rubbing and squeezing every inch of his throbbing cock. He let out a small sigh "Aw, I thought you were a bad girl?" he said in a taunting voice, wanting to push her, and get her to smart off. As much as he was enjoying her pussy, he really did want an excuse to shove her face down on to his length and watch her eyes widen as she choked. It was always a beautiful site to see a girl looking up at him eyes wide being choked by his huge length and garth. When the words slipped, Levi vaguely realized what he had done, but he was so far gone with the feel of this tantalizing pleasure, he didn't seem to care at all. He wasn't wrong, in his mind. He was the man whore of the camp; he didn't get that way being bad at fucking a girl senseless. As the he continued, her words slipped through his ears like a dance of emotions, he could hear the mix of her pleasure loving the position she was in but the slight hesitation of wanting the control herself. 

Levi loved this little game of tug of war with the beautiful women on her knees bent doggystyle. Levi smirks, letting go of Tempest's hair he abruptly pulls out, with a shark gasp as he could feel the slight throb of the build-up dying down. Using her hips and flips her over onto her back, wanting to see her face, lifting her lips up onto his shoulders, he reached down with one of his hands and starts to lightly toy with her swollen clit, as he uses his other hand to rub and poke teasingly at her aroused entrance. "Tell me how much you want my cock in your tight little pussy" he tells her in a low dominate tone. He was ready to be back in her but he wanted to try to see if he couldn't make her beg just a bit more. Giving her a cory smirk as he watched her facial expression, which is what he loved about this new position.

[Tempest Truett]

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.

[Levi Jones Rare]

Levi rolled his eyes as the humor showing in Tempest face. He should have known better, but he couldn't help but be dominate himself. It didn't bother him thought, he just let it go and a smirk with his own hint of a laugh danced across his face. He loved how she thinks that he has to work for it, the position they are in, he could just take it at any moment, but he plays along with her silly little display of her own dominance. Levi wasn't a switch, he didn't have a submissive bone in his body, but he would play along just to get her going. So, Levi grabs his cock and using it to start to rub up and down her slick pussy, making the head of his cock wet, as he teased her clit with his head. Letting out a small moan as it teased his own sensitive head. Grabbing her inner thigh with his free hand, he squeezes, staring Tempest down, wondering how he was going to get her to beg.

That's when a cry rang out so loud, he could hear it over the parties bustling noises. Levi abruptly stops what he is doing, the cry was Novalie, he didn't have to see her, he knew her voice. His mind started to race, as he started to get up Tempest grabbed his hand, his glare shoots back at her, his instincts kicking in as her demeanor seemed to change. "Getting wild?!" he questioned with anger in his voice "That was my little sister that just cried out, I am going to her" he says as he pulls his hands from her. Standing to his feet, his erection not going away, he could feel the push of the lust building from that drink. It made him hesitate for just a moment, and even though his body was betraying him right now, he was angry and worried and needed to get out to his sister. "I don't know what you have to do with this, but I know you, and I'm sure this is your fault" he tells her, he couldn't be a hundred percent, but his gut was telling him with the way she changed trying to hold him, it told him something was definitely wrong. "You better hope she is ok" he threatens, his voice sharp and husky as he pulls his pants up, tucking himself. Walking toward the door, he hesitated again "damn" he mutters under his breath, the pull of the punch was still strong, trying to resist it was really hard. 

[Tempest Truett]

Tempest silently cursed the circumstances, ire boiling within her. Her erotic dance with Levi had been abruptly interrupted, and now she was left in the wake of his hasty exit, dealing with the repercussions of a misfired revenge plot. She hastily put on her dress and underwear, her body layered with an intense blend of attraction and frustration. This wasn’t simply about the disruption of the heated moment, it was the implication of his parting words, seemingly certain that she was the architect of his sister's recent mishap. “Typical Levi, acting all high and mighty,” she muttered under her breath, throwing a parting sneer toward the closed door. "If it was your sister then she should learn to not poke her nose into mysterious looking packages," Tempest spat back, revealing a small fraction of the trap that she was now certain must have misfired as Novalie had probably mishandled it; the dumb spoiled princess. As she fastened her dress, she couldn't help but recall the electrifying sensation of his touch, the provocative dance they had been engaged in. There was a notable change in her demeanor, a thin veneer of irritation masking her longing for the play for dominance that had been cut short. "Don't forget your belt," Tempest said in a snide tone, a bittersweet sneer highlighting her face as she tossed him the damaged accessory.

[Levi Jones Rare]

Levi could still feel the pull, his cock throbbing, straining against his pants in a painful matter. He was determined though, he knew that scream anywhere it was his sister Nova, no doubt about it. Hearing Tempest's comment he turns in protest, when his eyes land back on her beautiful figure framed in her gorgeous navy-blue dress. Levi bit his lip, and took a breath, he could hear crying, most of the campers have stopped their celebrations to see what was happening. "Fuck" he says under his breath, he can't let this girl get to him, not right now when his sister needed him so much more. Getting ready to shut the door behind him, trying to put distance between them, she says something that makes Levi stop once more. "What the fuck!" he exclaims, she basically just gave away that she had at least something to do with this. Slamming the door shut, he doesn't even hear her last words. 

Headed to where the coward is all focus at the moment, he pushes himself between the campers until he sees Novalie knelt on the floor, her hands covering her face as she cries into them. Next to her is a colorful box with some kind of machine in it, he wasn't exactly sure what it was, but he knew it had something to do with her getting hurt. Getting to her side, he kneels down next to her "Hey sweetheart, it's going to be ok. Can you tell me what happen?" he questions her with a soft voice as his arms wrap around to pull her into him and comfort her. 

Sobbing Novalie snuggled into Levi "I-I-It...the sparks" she says as she uncovers her face and looks up at him. Levi notices the marks on her face, reaching for the package, he exams it and looks to see if it was addressed to anyone, or even to his sister. It wasn't addressed to Novalie, but it was addressed to another one of his siblings which only pissed off Levi anymore. He knew Tempest had something to do with this but who was her accomplish, he wondered. They were both going to pay for what they have done to Nova. Brushing her hair he soothes his sister. 

[Tempest Truett]

Tempest's chest tightened with irritation as Levi's accusations hung in the air between them. His sister... in her opinion Novalie was too pampered and babied, a sheltered little brat who clearly couldn't keep her nose out of other's business. With a roll of her eyes and a huff of frustration, she pulled herself together and reconnected with the present situation. Her arousal was replaced quickly with annoyance, not just from being falsely accused, but also from the resurgence of an inconclusive power play. Indeed, the accusations were wildly unfair. It wasn't like she'd set the trap for Novalie - fault and responsibility were not equivalent in her book. She found herself longing for the simplicity of their earlier, mutual pursuit of pleasure. As she collected herself, gathering her eloquence, she shot a final seething remark, "Oh, do go play the gallant protector, Levi. But remember, it wasn't me who led Novalie into that trap. If you hadn't spiked the punch in an ill conceived effort to fuck me then I would have been able to make sure she never stuck her nose in that gift."

While Levi cast her as the villain, Tempest was trying to untangle the strings of desire and irritation intertwined within her. She found herself simultaneously infuriated and, ironically, worried. She didn't enjoy hurting people, but sometimes collateral damage was the price of an objective. However, now, she was left with only the bitter remnants of her interrupted encounter with Levi, which had tantalized her senses barely moments ago. Still, moving towards her original plan appeared more difficult than before. She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the irony before tucking a stray wave of hair behind her ear, standing with renewed purpose. She had more pressing matters to attend to than pandering to Levi's misplaced accusations. Eyeing the exit she began to make her way towards the door hoping for a quiet escape from an eventful holiday party.