Mature Misery love company

[Novalie Abrams Rare]

Lying in bed tossing and turning, she finally threw her covers off her body and kicked them to the ground. She hadn't been able to sleep at all. Everything about what happened today was getting to her. She had been paired up with Henry by Dustin. Him and his love of Drama. Everyone knew that. Then of course, she tried to play it cool with Henry, acting like she didn't care for Liam at all, but she was a child of Aphrodite, and even when Henry said she didn't have feelings for him, she knew that she was lying. She hated that ability more than anything. Oh, to be clueless in a time like that. She cursed a little and sat up in her bed, crossing her legs, putting her elbow on her knees and face in hands. She began to look around at her siblings. They had been on her side on this. Before that kiss had happened, Liam should have ended things with her first, even if it would have broken her heart. She hated that fact, but honestly, she was madder at herself because she should have stopped it months ago when she started falling for the fucker. She fell back on her bed and groaned again before pulling herself up off the bed and began to walk to the only place that she liked. A place by the water. The beach. She was dressed in her nightwear but that didn't matter no one else was going to be up at this hour. That and she would 100% be back before anyone saw her, not that she would mind having lusty boy look at her. Maybe that is what she should do. She thought about it for a moment longer before she shook her head. 

Finally getting out of the cabin, she found herself walking out to the beach. She loved every moment of walking in the sand barefoot. She ran to the place that she wanted, which was the little spot that was hidden off from view. Behind a rock. She grinned as she dug her feet into the sand and looked around. That was when she noticed something rippling in the water. Which brought her to blink a couple times and focus a little more on who was out there, or rather what was out there. She swallowed harder as she took a step closer, trying to will the moon light to show her what it was. She took a shaky breath; she didn't have anything to fight whatever it was off either. She would only have to scream. Which would make her look like a scared girl, and she hated that fact. 

@ Benji Baker

Edited August 31, 2023 by Novalie Abrams

[Benji Baker]

Benji had taken to the water tonight, not just for solace, but also to dissipate the anger that had boiled up inside of him from an earlier altercation. The day had been tumultuous, filled with disagreements that still echoed in his head. The feeling of the water enveloping his naked form was liberating, allowing him to let go of his pent-up frustrations. Each stroke he took further into the depths seemed to wash away another layer of his stress. The weight of the day's events seemed to melt away, replaced by the gentle ebb and flow of the water. Being alone, enveloped by the serenity of the night, was exactly what he needed, which is why he had chosen to bare it all, free from judgment and interruptions.

As the sounds from the shore reached his ears, he squinted to discern the figure, but the dim moonlight played tricks on his eyes. The silhouette seemed vaguely familiar, was that the girl his brother Liam use to have glued to his side? What was her name again....."Nora? Nolene?" he mumbled quietly under his breath, trying to recall the exact name. Then, like a lightning bolt, it hit him. "Novalie?" he called out, louder this time, a hint of realization lacing his voice.

With each stroke as he swam closer, the moonlight caught his well-defined muscles, revealing a physique that spoke of dedication and hard work. His broad shoulders glistened, and every ripple of his abs hinted at the strength beneath. However, Benji remained conscious to stay submerged waist deep, maintaining a semblance of modesty. His brow furrowed slightly, the annoyance clear in his eyes. He had wanted solitude, and now that seemed threatened. "What are you doing out here?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of his irritation, even as he tried to keep a neutral face. Internally, he braced himself for potential drama, hoping that Novalie's presence wouldn't complicate his evening further.

[Novalie Abrams Rare]

She had no idea what she was going to do at the moment. She was stuck where she was at the time. She went to move when the figure stopped, coming up a little in the water. The moon shinning on the person who had said her name like he had just noticed her as well. She swallowed hard for a moment before she moved from the rock and walked closer to the water, her hair swaying in the cool breeze at the moment. The person knew her name, which meant that she knew them as well. As she got closer to him and that was when the moons light lite up his face and she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. "Thank the gods its just you." she muttered softly as she crossed her arms under her breast pushing them up just a little more in her silk top. She should have grabbed a jacket or something. Being in the so little clothes right now, she felt a little opened to him. Not that she would like the clothes being so loose on her. She rather liked the clothes to be tight on her. 

She watched as he moved closer. The water lapping at his skin, his muscles moving with each movement. It made her swallow hard. There was just something about the Ares boys that sent butterflies to belly. She bit her lip for a moment before he spoke to her once again, though he didn't seem to be too pleased to see her there. She scoffed a little and dropped her hands to her thighs, before putting them on her hips and bending over just a little. "I have you know. I come here to clear my head." she told him with a click of her tongue. She had always come to the water's edge when she had to think or if something was really wrong. She raised an eyebrow when she noticed that he hadn't moved from the spot he was standing in. Why didn't he come to the beach? She was going to ask him why, but she thought differently about it. 

[Benji Baker]

As Novalie approached the water, Benji could see her nightwear-clad form illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. The fabric clung to her, revealing her silhouette with an alluring charm that even Benji, in his mildly tipsy state, couldn't ignore. Each movement she made only emphasized the appeal, though he tried to maintain his focus on her face. However, a couple of drinks earlier in the night had dulled his inhibitions, making it a little harder for him to resist his gaze from wandering to her full breasts. Damn Aphrodite campers were always trouble but they looked so good.

Why is she out here? he wondered, struggling to keep his annoyance in check. Yet, the allure of Novalie's form, combined with the effect of the alcohol, made his voice come out slightly softer than intended. "Novalie, you shouldn't out this late alone," he warned, an undercurrent of concern threading his words. Not that he was particularly concerned for her, but more so for the drama that seemed to follow in her wake.

Benji's focus wavered as Novalie bent over slightly, accentuating her curves, pulling him out of his thoughts. Trying to seem like it didn't affect hime, he rested his arms on a rock just by the shore, giving him leverage while ensuring that the lower half of his body remained hidden beneath the water's surface. The situation felt a tad ridiculous – him, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity in his inebriated state, while she unabashedly flaunted her allure. "Look, I'm not up for company. This is my spot," as he spoke be made a 'scooting' motion with his hand as if to brush her away. "So shoo, go be someone else's drama tonight"

[Novalie Abrams Rare]

Nova couldn't help but wrinkle her nose a little when she heard him tell her that she shouldn't be out this late. What was she five? She turned her head to the side and scoffed. What was he, her dad? No. She let her arms drop to her side. Though she couldn't help but turn the scoff into a smirk. "I'm not alone." She told him as she glanced over at him. "You're here." she told him in an obvious tone. If something was going to happen to her, she would have him there to help her out. It wasn't like she needed to have someone to take care of her all the time. Honestly, the one good thing that came out of the whole Liam and her relationship was the fact that he helped her hone in the fighting part of her stay here. She was pretty damn good with a sword now, even getting close to getting better with her hand to hand. But that was all at the moment that she was going to give him at the moment. 

She watched, curiously as he placed his arm on a rock. She had to wonder why he wasn't coming to her and staying out in the water. She inched a little closer just because she was curious. However, his next words brought her backing up for a moment. She made a face that said he was wrong. "Excuse me." She muttered as he told her that this was his spot. "I've been coming here since I got here. So how is it just your spot?" she accused him. Though what he said next made her hurt a little. How dare he act like she was the one that was causing this drama. She was the innocent one in this. "Have you lost your mind?" She called out to him as her hands fisted. "I've not caused any drama. But your brother has." she muttered with a roll of her eyes. Fuck Liam and him making it out to be her fault. She turned her back to him in that moment, not wanting to look at him. She had, had enough of people thinking that it was her fault. She was just a willing player in Liam's game, though the more she thought of it the more that she should have left a while ago. He was the one that wanted to go off and kiss someone else. She brought her hand up to her eyes, whipping them really fast. She had been hurt and the blame was place on her. Why was it like this.

[Benji Baker]

Benji felt a mixture of frustration and amusement as he engaged in this late-night encounter with Novalie. Her defiance and the way she presented herself, even in the middle of the night, were provocative. While his initial annoyance at her intrusion remained, he couldn't deny that the sight of her was captivating. The moonlight played tricks with her silhouette, casting her in an enigmatic allure that tugged at his senses. His tipsy state blurred the line between irritation and attraction, leaving him feeling oddly disarmed. "Novalie, you're impossible," he muttered under his breath as she pointed out his presence, her words laden with cheeky innuendo. He couldn't help but smirk despite his best efforts to maintain his annoyance. Her retort about not being alone, implying his presence, triggered a wry grin on his face. Perhaps she wasn't as much of a nuisance as he initially thought. "But really, what good against a monster would I be compared to you?! Five minuties in your presence and any beast would jump off a cliff!"

A part of Benji was genuinely intrigued by Novalie's impassioned defense, her words simmering with raw anger, somehow making her more appealing to him. He'd always been one to prefer a woman who could spar with words, maybe that was the Ares in him he didn't know. Still, he couldn’t help giving a side-eye glance towards his pile of clothing he had left onshore. As tipsy as he was, his mind was running a hundred miles an hour, sizing up the distance and planning his escape if needed. As Novalie turned her back to him, he knew the tension had decidedly taken a turn. Benji inched closer, ever so slowly, the water now rippling around him in larger waves. He passed a contemplative hand through his wet hair, taking in Novalie's stiffened posture. Was she...crying? That was unexpected. From the corner of his eye, he saw her hand whip up to her eyes. Damn. He groaned slightly, a momentary regret washing over him. Perhaps he had pushed too hard...then against his better judgement he couldn't help but tease her further pushing the boundaries of their otherwise tumultuous relationship.

"You're out here on this beautiful night, and yet, you're acting like a child who's been denied a sweet treat. You know, some people might say you need a good... spanking to set you straight." His words hung in the air for a moment, laced with innuendo, before he couldn't help but laugh at his own audacity. He was sure that would drive her away and then he could collect his pile of clothes and be done for the night.

 

[Novalie Abrams Rare]

Her brown lock fell to the side as she tilted her head to the side when he told her that she was impossible. However, she had noticed that there was a smirk on his face. She couldn't help but grin a little herself. It was nice to have someone that would be able talk back to her the way she liked. She loved the sassy back talks; it made it fun for her. However, when he went on and commented about the monster jumping off a cliff made her snort. "What are you saying there Benji." she said calling him out on his crap as she placed her hands on her lips. "One look at you and they would laugh." She puffed out with a sassy look on her face. 

She had her back to him for a moment. She didn't want him to see her cry because she didn't want to be seen as weak at all. She hated the feeling and most, if not all the campers thought that she was weak due to her mother. She hated that. She had cursed a few good people in her life with their clothes but that was about. But hearing that she was the problem made her hurt a little more. She let her hands drop to her side in that moment. Why did people want to blame her for something that she was innocent in? She turned her head again to the side and noticed something that was laying on the ground. She blinked a couple times, willing the tears to go away in that moment. When the 'something' came into clearer view she noticed that it was clothes. she turned to look at it openly and raised an eyebrow. She went to open her mouth but ended up closing her mouth before walking over to them, picking them up and turning to show him what she had. She licked her lips some and smiled brightly and innocently as well. 

"Well, I would gladly take that spanking, but I don't see anyone that would be willing to give it to me." She mused still holding the clothes in her hand. "And I think that I'll be keeping these by the way." she giggled, looking him in the eyes. "What are you thinking, you know this whole camp could come and see your family jewels." she laughed as she waved his clothes a little. She was honestly thinking that she had him locked in the water. For calling her out that moment, she shouldn't underestimate the children of Ares. The ones that she knew had no shame. But she didn't know Benji that well yet.

[Benji Baker]

The boldness of Novalie's laughter echoed in the stillness of the night, accompanying her words which caught Benji off guard. Sure, he had expected some sort of retaliation but her holding his clothes was a cheeky move he hadn’t anticipated. He blinked, his initial shock replaced with amused surprise. He watched the vibrant display of emotions on the Aphrodite child’s face, from mischief to a triumphant satisfaction. Waves lapped around Benji, conveying a slight chill to his submerged skin. But the chill was promptly swept away by a rising heat of intrigue and the faint sting of tipsy ego at her blatant challenge. He watched as her hand waved his clothing mockingly, her lips curved upwards in a teasing smile. Her laughter felt like little sparks dancing in the air, intertwined with the faint scent of Aphrodite’s magic and the heady mix of the rippling water. Despite himself, a genuine laugh escaped him. This was a game, a fascinating game and Novalie was proving to be an interesting opponent.

His lips curved in a half-smile, his eyes glimmering with a new found interest. He wasn’t just going to let her make a fool out of him, was he? "Well well, Novalie… I hope you're ready to face the consequences," he led on playfully, his voice dropping an octave lower with the last word. In one fluid motion, Benji stepped forward, propelling himself from the water, his firm muscles playing under the glow of the moonlight. The water droplets played down his skin, tracing the curve of his abs, trailing further down on his absolutely stunning body. His manhood, thick and impressive, swayed lightly as he moved, graced by droplets that made it glisten, appearing like a tantalizing piece of art in the calm moonlit night. Free and bare, he stood, not shying away from revealing what nature had blessed him with.

Benji's piercing eyes bore into hers, testing her reactions as he advanced towards her with confidence in his nude form. His damp hair, slightly tousled, clung to his forehead, giving him an intoxicating appearance. The silence of the night was only broken by the rhythmic sound of water dripping from his wet skin and the soft crashing of the waves. As the distance shortened, his arm reached out, certain, and determined. He held out his hand for Novalie to return his clothes, a challenge of its own etched in his actions. Testing her, he stood strong, his cocky grin becoming more pronounced. He stared down at her, a smirk playing on his lips, “I do believe those are mine," he said, his voice a deep rumble, "and as far as that spanking goes, I think I see someone that would be willing to give it to you."

[Novalie Abrams Rare]

Her laughter fell from her lips as she watched a smile curve to his lips. Well shit. What was going to happen now? She stood unmoved from where she was at the moment. Her whole body screaming that maybe she should be a little worried about what was going to happen. His words playing in her head a couple of times before he made his move. Her eyes widened, if only for a moment before she placed her face stone cold. She had seen plenty of guys naked before. So, nothing was to amazing on him, right. She swallowed hard as she allowed her eyes to flicker down for the slightest of seconds. She swore under her breath. What she wouldn't do to be able to just look and draw it to memory. She knew better right now. Not with what happened with her and his brother. Did he know about that just yet? Would he bring that up to her face? Fuck. 

He soon stood in front of her, her eyes wanting to look down, but she stopped herself, because she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of having her look. She didn't want his already big ego to get even bigger. She had dealt with that before, she'd be damned. Her eyes however, did search his face for a moment. His hair was clung to his forehead and not in its normal style which set the tone for him a little differently, then her eyes fell to his lips which were moving as he spoke in that moment.  She stood up a little straighter, acting like she didn't care much about what he was saying. A smirk came to her lips, as an innocent look crossed her eyes. She went to give him his clothes to him but just as he went to grab them, she pulled them behind her. "Really? They are?" she blinked a fake innocents coming to her voice.  However, she couldn't hold the blush that hit her face when he said he seen someone that would be willing to give her a spanking. She caught herself fast and looked around them two before tilting her head, batting her eyelashes, and bending over a little to get into his space. "I don't see anyone." she smirked as she moved away from him again, his clothes still locked behind her in her hands. 

[Benji Baker]

Benji watched as Novalie tried to mask her blush, her feeble attempt only making him chuckle under his breath. Damn, she was a work of art – a tantalizing mix of innocence and tease. He was about to retort when he saw her eyes flicker down for a brief moment, his eyes narrowing with enjoyment at her subtle defeat. "Oi, eyes up here!" He shouted, a glimmer of amusement sparkling in his eyes, "Though I admit, the view is quite tempting. If you say please I might even allow you to take another look."

The tension between Novalie and Benji thickened, her defiant attitude proving to be equally irritating and enticing. Benji had more than his fair share of run-ins with the Aphrodite types, their penchant for drama and flair for theatrics almost always a headache, but their allure was undeniable. As the moon spilled its glow over the water, it clung to Novalie in a tantalizing manner that kept his gaze helplessly drawn to her. Tipsy as he was, each of her movements caught his attention, like a painter bewitched by his muse. Frustration gnawed at him, a typical mix of annoyance at the interruption and the sudden, unbidden desire he felt towards her.

As Novalie flaunted her body in the most nonchalant manner, it was challenging for Benji to keep a straight face. He attempted to maintain some semblance of control. It was a comical dance, an amusing interplay of power and yearning. A sense of tipsy audacity took hold, prompting him to say, "Alright drama queen, enough of your antics. I came here for a peaceful swim, not a damsel-in-distress act. But I won't deny, the dramatic flair makes the night a bit more... exciting. You know what? Keep the clothes, the night air feels good on my skin" he taunted as he leaned back to relax on the nearby boulder, his whole muscular body unashamedly on display for her. "Though you keep mouthing off like that I will be forced to spank you, even Aphrodite campers need to learn their manners."

[Novalie Abrams Rare]

His voice brought her back from her thoughts of what could be, and she rolled her eyes at it. "What?" she muttered. "Just seeing if there was anything to.... compare?" She smirked; her blue eyes sparked with mischievousness. She couldn't help it. She was always that way. She loved to defy people. Honestly it made her feel powerful, and of course she loved that feeling. She clicked her tongue with his next statement and laughed. "As if someone would say please to you." She rolled her eyes thinking about it, though she couldn't help but bite her lip. All the Ares boys had something going on. She wondered if it was the reason that her mother had fallen for their father. Had it trickled down to her that way. She knew that she was going to end up falling for one of the guys in Cabin five and honestly, she thought that it would be Liam but obviously that wasn't the case, he had never made the move to move ahead with her arrangement. Which of course ended up hurting her in the long run. She wasn't going to allow that anymore. She was going to fight back. No matter what it took. 

There were sparks flowing between them and Novalie couldn't help but want to grin at it. She liked the feeling of fighting with someone. If that someone had the guts to do it back. And of course, here he was, Benji, of all people. One of the brothers closer to Liam. She could have found another one that wasn't so close, but something pulled her into the one she had here. Everything about him seemed to draw her into him. It was almost like if she touched him, he would just disappear. She hated that thought. So, she stopped herself from moving closer to him. She liked what they had. She was once again biting her lip. Augh! What was it about this boy that made her so mad at the world. Not that she wasn't already mad at everything that had happened. 

At this point in their conversation, she couldn't help but watch him walk to the boulder. Shamelessly. Of course. Because that body. However, when the words registered in her head, she seen red. She marched up to the boy and placed a finger on his chest. Her blue eyes glaring into his own. "I'll have you know, I'm not a drama queen. Everything that happened today was due to your brother and that girl. I was just the innocent player in this game, and I just wanted to be able to come to the beach without having to be reminded that I somehow fucked up." she grumbled out at him. When he told her that she could keep the cloths she couldn't help but push them into his chest. "You keep them." she said glancing down at his manhood. "Little Benji might get a little cold being in the air like this." she smirked and went to turn around when he started with his next comment. She whipped around and glared at him, stomping up to him barely leaving an inch in between them. "I dare you to try to teach me any kind of manners..." She didn't dare move from her spot, her lips twitched into a smirk, she didn't think that he would do anything to her in the moment. But again, she didn't know Benji the way she knew Liam. 

Her breath was steady, but she needed something more. Being this close to him made her heart beat a little harder. She had no idea what was going with her own body at the moment. She knew the feeling she was feeling. It was lust. She hated that she was feeling it not hours after being hurt, though maybe a good fuck wouldn't hurt her. It might get her over the fact that Liam and Henry might be becoming a thing. She swallowed hard. "merde" she cussed in French under her breath for a moment. The guy in front of her was totally her type and she hated that fact. He was an ass. What made her want to be with someone like that. 
 

[Benji Baker]

An unknown pleasure thrummed through his veins as she defied him again and again. Novalie was as feisty as they came, and Benji couldn't help but find her rebellious attitude strangely captivating, albeit annoying. With his mischievous smirk deepening, he received his clothes from her with a small chuckle, "Don't worry, Little Benji knows how to handle the cold just fine," he retorted, dropping them back to the ground. "I don't think I'll need these anytime soon." Then he arched an eyebrow at her little jab, seeing her confident demeanor falter for a fraction of a moment. Seeing Novalie in such close proximity was intoxicating. The way her chest heaved with each breath, the spark of defiance in her eyes, the vulnerable pulse throbbing at her throat. It was hard to control his urges, hard to bite back his response, but Benji had his pride as well. His mind was clouded with the alcohol from earlier, a mild buzz adding an unnatural sharpness to the whole encounter. He felt muddled, yet strangely focussed. "I don't need to try, Sweet Sass," he chuckled lowly, "I will." Though he inwardly cursed her for intruding his peace, he couldn't deny the enticing pull she possessed. It wasn't love, far from it. If anything it was an undeniable lust, purely physical. But enmity aside, he wouldn't lie to himself; the girl in front of him was provocative in nature and appearance, a temptress but seemingly unaware of her own allure.

But dammit she just couldn't keep her mouth shut, and as an Ares he had a short temper to begin with. Losing his patience with Novalie's playful defiance, Benji dropped his repose as a menacing resolve hardened his features. All traces of his amused smirk evaporated, replaced by a fierce determination. Quick as a cat, he shot one arm under her knees while his other arm circled around her waist securely. And before she could react, he hoisted her up over his shoulder in a swift, fluid motion. Despite the unexpectedness of his actions, he couldn't help but notice the softness of her against his skin, which had an intoxicating feel to it.

He confidently carried her towards the large wooden bench by the lake. Benji settled down, positioning her over his knees with an effortless strength. Her lacy black bottom was in his sight and his hand itched to tear away the soft fabric. Allowing his gaze to appreciate the sight just for a beat, he bunched the delicate lace in his hand. With a swift jerk, he tore off her lacy bottom, exposing the pale moonlight-kissed skin of her ass to his heated scrutiny. Benji confidently carried her towards the large wooden bench by the lake. Benji settled down, positioning her over his knees with an effortless strength. Her lacy black bottom was in his sight and his hand itched to tear away the soft fabric. Allowing his gaze to appreciate the sight just for a beat, he bunched the delicate lace in his hand. With a swift jerk, he tore off her lacy bottom, exposing the pale moonlight-kissed skin of her ass to his heated scrutiny.

From his lips dripped a teasing, "Oh, Novalie," his deep voice holding an edge of mockery and unmistakable elation. He studied her curvaceous form with open desire, his fingers dancing lightly over her now exposed skin. "Is this what you wanted, huh?" he taunted, his voice lowered to a throaty whisper. Despite the implied humor, there was an undeniable undercurrent of tension tracing the contours of his resonant voice, making it reverberate through the silence of the moonlit night. "In Cabin Five we believe in discipline above all. Need me to teach that to you Sass?"

[Novalie Abrams Rare]

The mischievous smirk that was on his lips made her want to run away but then again made her want to stay there. She swallowed hard and blinked a little at him. His comment about his member made her moved slightly. Shit, why did she bring that up for. He seemed so confident in himself which was if she was being honest was kind of hot. She liked that in someone. He dropped his clothes to the ground and she had to fight herself to not look down at them. Was he crazy. She had given them to him to put on. "Well then don't wear them." she said tilting her head a litte while looking up at him. She was going to act like she didn't care that there was a naked guy in front of her. She couldn't help but snort a little at his comment about how he would make her. She rolled her eyes and brought her finger back form him. She didn't want him to grab her hand for anything. She watched him for a second more. There was something going on in his head and she was ready for it. She would match him if he tried anything. 

It took seconds. Second that she had barely registered in her own head. His face broke and soon his arms were around her, lifting her up. She let out a little scream not ready to be tossed over his shoulder. Her view was that of his ass, and she would be damned if it didn't look good at the moment, but she wasn't going to say anything. He had picked her up and tossed her like a rag doll. She didn't like that. "Qu’est-ce que vous faites" (What are you doing!)she began as she wiggled around. She placed her hands on his back and lifted herself up. "Benji" she had a little whin to her voice. 

She knew that she was in trouble at the moment. She had no idea what he was planning to do. He said something about spanking her but he wasn't really going to do that was he? He wasn't going to call her bluff would he. Her eyes widened a little as she looked around him where the bench was. "Wait!" She called out to him. She was in shock, her whole demener had come down. It was a second there, as she laid on his lap, her looking at the ground, but moved her head to look at his face. Her eyes searching his face. He looked rather serious. She swallowed once again, she was in so much trouble. She turned her face away from him and glanced back down at the ground. Her mind was everywhere. She had no idea what she was going to do. She let out a small sound when he grabbed the fabric that was on her bottom and ripped them off her. She jumped in his lap a little, grabbing a hold of the bench and turning back. "BENJI!" she said through her teeth in a little hiss. 

Her head keep turned to look at him. Her ass was in his view now and she was slightly embarressed. Her mind was reeling at the moment, everything playing in her head. Then his touch came to her skin and she couldn't help the shiver that slide through her body. Shit, this wasn't good at all. Him saying her name, in the deep voice he had made it worse. Her body moved on its own and she couldn't help but let out a little wimper as he asked her if this was what she wanted. His voice was doing something to her, the way that he spoke to her made her want more of it. She could feel something bubbling up in her. She could feel it in the air what was happening and she would be damned if she didn't want it as well. She bit her lip as he began his little spill. Taken a deep breath in she watched his mouth move. Everything was interesting in this moment. At his next words something snapped in mind. Her eyes hooded just a bit and her body relaxed as well. She wasn't as stiff as she was when he first placed her on his lap. A smirk made its way to her lips. "Then teach me then." she told him in a soft confident voice. "Teach me what cabin five does." There was lust in her voice, fuck if she cared about what Liam would say at the moment. She didn't make the move first. But of course, she would find herself in the middle of a whole different drama. She would just take a step back on that one. She didn't need to be jumping in on that one. She was just here for the moment. 

[Benji Baker]

The sharp coolness of the night's air ran a contrast to the feverish anticipation welling up within Benji. He allowed himself a moment to observe the smooth expanse, now deliciously laid bare under his watchful eyes. His palm ghosted over the curves of Novalie's pert bottom, feeling the silky skin shiver under his touch, even as his fingers traced a tantalizing path to the small of her back. "Seems like you're in dire need of some lessons, Nova," he murmured, a single slap landing on her cheek with a force that resonated in the quiet enveloping them. He continued, but with a gentleness that contradicted the previous severity. Each slap that followed was punctuated with a swift, soothing stroke, the contrasting sensations designed to blur the boundaries between punishment and pleasure. "No more defiance, understood?" he commanded firmly, continuing his teaching.

Each sharp spank was measured, an artful dance that painted her pale skin a rosy hue. Benji's strong hand alternated between Novalie's cheeks, leaving no spot untended. Between each calculated whack, he would gently rub the flushed skin, the heat from each stroke soothing the sting, sparking a contrasting rhythm of pain and satisfaction. The authoritative slap of his palm against her soft skin created a tempo that was both demanding and tantalizing. Each ensuing smack and the immediate follow-through of his touch meant to drive her deeper into the intoxicating spiral of his lesson.

By the time Benji felt the lesson given ample justice, Novalie's now burning-red cheeks bore the evidence of his firm lesson on discipline. His fingers traced the warm imprints fondly while his other arm securely held her waist, anchoring her in the sea of her awakened sensations. "Lesson over, my sassy princess," he intoned, ending the masterful discipline ritual, his hands now firm and reassuring, massaging her inflamed bottom in soothing circles. Even in the silence that followed, the echo of his lessons already carved in the iridescent canvas of the night remained, a tangible evidence of his unique 'teaching' methods. And as he released her, allowing her to get up off her lap an evident manifestation of his own intense desire became more apparent. Benji's arousal reflected visibly, his engorged length throbbed with an intensity reflecting the pulsating heat of the moment. The demanding arousal coursed teasingly up his member, veins thrumming with anticipation, the tapered head shiny with pre-cum testament to the lust 'teaching' had awoken in him. "Mmmmm you look delightful with red ass, how's that mouth of yours doing now? There's more I can teach you that would certainly put your mouth to better use. Since you've been such a good student you're welcome to take a closer look, I know you want to" he teased matter-of-factly as he continued sitting on the bench lightly stoking his cock.

[Novalie Abrams Rare]

Heat trailed down, chasing after his touch. Each movement made her wiggle just a tad bit in his lap. Her body was on fire, she wanted more of his touch. His words just a mutter in her ear, as she heard her heartbeat racing in them. Her breath caught in her throat when a smack came down on her. Her grasp on the bench tightened a little. She wouldn't cry out, no, she wouldn't give him that satisfaction. Not just yet. With every hit there after she bit her lip, the pain that she thought that she was going to have, had been turning into that of pleasure. A moan slipped out of her mouth lightly as she began to feel herself slipping into a high. His words brought her back only slightly. She turned to look at him, eyes hooded with lust. She nodded her head to him, afraid to even say a word as she didn't trust her mouth at the moment. 

She doubted that she had an inch of her ass that wasn't red at the moment. Not that she didn't mind. Everything he was doing to her at the moment made her hot. Her breath was uneven in those moments. When he rubbed her redden flesh, she felt herself losing more control of the moment. What was it with this guy? He had ended up finding the one thing that got her hot and bothered and the fact was that he didn't even have to try hard. He was already there. She was spiraling out of control at the moment. With each movement from him. 

His movements stopped, minus the fact that he still held her waist and a finger, tracing the prints that he had placed on there. She was left there unmoved for a moment. Her breath hitched some when he called her princess. Shit, that kind of sounded good coming from his mouth. As his hands released her, she allowed her body to slide off him, feeling something hard pressed to her skin as she done so. She slid off of him onto her knees facing him, her hands moving to her thighs for a moment. Her eyes however were locked on his. His blue ones held something in there that felt familiar. She knew that he was hard. She had felt it when she dropped to the ground. However, Lust made its way to her body as she listened to his words, letting her eyes travel down his arm, to his hand and then his cock. She swallowed hard for a moment. He was teasing her, and it was working. A wicked smirk pulled on her lips in that split second, her hands moving from her thighs to trace up his legs, landing right on his thighs. She gave a slight squeeze. "I think I still need a little lesson." she murmured lust feeling her as she fit herself right in between his legs. His movement on his cock had her almost drooling. She pushed her lust out to him, allowing him to feel what she was feeling and to pull on his just a little more. He was already there but she couldn't help but love the taste of what it felt like for a guy to want her. 

Her hands traveled over to the one that was around his cock. She glanced up at him, the smirk still on her face as she pulled his hand away from his member. "Like you said..." she said her lips turning into a small playful pout. "I need to put my mouth to better use." She hummed with satisfaction. In slow motion, she wrapped her hand around his cock and began to pump him. She glanced up to see his face for a moment before she moved her head to him. She brought his member to her lips, letting her tongue dart out to taste him and hummed happily. Novalie didn't have an issue with give a guy pleasure. She enjoyed it most the time, it turned her on too. She could feel herself becoming a little slicker. After a taste of him, she wrapped her mouth around the tip of his cock. Swirling her tongue around him, before she pushed him deeper in her mouth. She glanced up at him, locking eyes with him as she began sucking on him. Bobbing her head. She let out a little moan as her hand tightened on his thighs. 

[Benji Baker]

Benji's eyes narrowed to slits, watching Novalie. His breath hitched when he saw the look of unmasked desire on her face, feeling her squeeze his thighs gently. The primal need in her eyes was stoked to life, between the fiery blush of her ass and the salacious smirk on her luscious lips. "You're a quick study, aren't you?" He managed a husky chuckle. As she parted her mouth, Benji's fingers threaded through her hair instinctively, a possessive gesture of command. When she took him in her mouth, a guttural moan escaped his lips. The sensations coursed through him like white-hot lightning, reducing his world to the seductive rhythm of her mouth. His hand tightened in her hair, not pullingly harsh but a firm and assertive grip nonetheless, molding her pace to his whims. "Make sure you pay attention, Nova," he ordered hoarsely, each word punctuated with a sharp intake of breath.

He couldn't resist guiding her, gently pressing her head further down his length, the sight of Novalie's submission coaxing a breathy groan of pleasure from him. The sight wasn’t just tantalizing but the feel of her lips wrapping around him was otherworldly. His cock throbbed with every teasing contact, the rhythm of her bobbing head setting an intense, fevered space. As she locked eyes with him, Benji's pleasure danced across his face. He let his fingers play with the locks of her hair while the other hand traced her jawline, reveling in the sight of her earnest attention to her task. With a sinful grin, he whispered, "That's my girl. That's how you learn, Nova." The spark in her eyes, the rhythm of her movements, it was all consuming. His desire mounting, his grip in her hair became more intense, guiding her further down on him, thrusting a little deeper each time. "You learn your lesson yet or do I need to bend you over this bench and continue the demonstration?" He asked, letting go of his grip so that she could answer. 

[Novalie Abrams Rare]

The feeling of his fingers tangling through her hair made her want something more. A smirk placed on her lips as she watched him closely. His comment and chuckle only made her hum a little more. She knew that she was going to be in trouble with more drama after this whole thing ended but it was just too good to pass up in this point. As she took him in her mouth, she heard what she had been waiting for. A moan and she knew that she had hit the jack pot with this one. Maybe just maybe she would be able to get him to bow to her in some ways. Apparently, she was doing just the right thing as he grip tightened just a little and she was able to hear the way that he took in those breaths. 

She was in her own mind at this point. Everything little back sass she had given him had earned her this. And she was gladly taken it. No worries for right now. She knew the rumors were going to fly in the morning. She hated the fact but oh did she not care by this point. He had something about him that made her go weak in the knees. He had been the only one that had been able to put her in her place and as strange as it sounded, she liked it. As he pushed down on her head, she moaned. Sucking him in deeper. She used her tongue and swirled it around him adding something more as she sucked him more. Being eye locked had brought a whole new side to Novalie. Everything about watching the pleasure pass on his face. She would smirk if she didn't have him in her mouth. His voice sent shivers all over her and she couldn't help but moan as he thrusted her down more. She would take him; she didn't want to disappoint him at all. Although feeling his hand trace her jawline made everything better in a way. He pulled on her hair a little more and she pulled off with a pop. Drool dripping down her chin. He wanted an answer, and she could only smirk at the moment, tilting her head to the side. Innocents coming to her face. Her eyes going big. "I don't know..." she told him as she brought up her fingers to her lips and whipped off the drool from them. "I think that.... given the chance I'll defiantly talk back." Desire was flowing through her in that moment. She wanted more from him and at this point, she knew that he was more than willing to give it to her. 

[Benji Baker]

The smirk on Novalie's lips found its mirror on his, never once faltering as he watched her moist lips and glistening chin with a hungry gaze. The sight was so degradingly intimate and inherently provocative. Each time Novalie had met his gaze and then demurely returned to bestowing her attention upon his throbbing cock, it was if she'd seared him with her lust. He knew her kind could amplify these feelings and he willingly submitted himself to that. His blood shot straight to his groin, his cock twitching in time with his rapidly pulsing heartbeat. 

Novalie was an irresistible blend of innocence and wanton desire in her playful retort. 'Given the chance I'll defiantly talk back'. A trap for sure, but one he willingly leapt into, besides, he had an idea of how to work that in his favor. "Is that so?" He murmured, his voice raw lust at this point as he continued to gauge her expression. The thought of bending Novalie over the bench, his hard cock slipping between the warmth of her folds, magnified this wild, burning ache into an indomitable need...he didn't want to just take her, he wanted to own her. "Sounds like the lesson isn't complete just yet." With that said Benji stood up with renewed purpose, gripping the smaller girl he swiftly turned her around. His strong hand wound its way into the small of her back before he leaned into her, pressing her chest firmly against the cool, hard surface of the bench bending her over it. 

 

Placing his throbbing cock at her entrance, Benji's gaze remained ensnared at the magnificently lewd sight before him. His hand guided his hardness, slowly rubbing himself back and forth against her, the wet slickness inviting him to a forbidden dance of ecstasy. With a hand placed firmly on her lower back, he leaned over her pushing his hips forward, he gently eased the tip of his cock inside. A gasp escaped his mouth as he paused, allowing her to adjust to his size before he would delve deeper, claiming her to the full extent. "Put that mouth to good use again, I want to hear nothing but those sweet sounding French words as I fuck you, understand?" This was more than just pleasure for Benji, it was control, a unique taste of power that came from pushing her limits. This was Benji in his purest form - a dominant, basking in the sight of Novalie surrendering herself to his command.

[Novalie Abrams Rare]

Benji had always been an object that was just out of reach for Novalie, seeing that she was so pressed about being with his brother at any given moment. That she hadn't even though of maybe giving someone else a chance, until after she was hurting. She knew that she was drawing a line that most wouldn't want to, but she wasn't about stop that at all. She sucked in a breath as she heard his voice, lust ridden by this point, and she was ready for something else. She knew that she had challenged him in a certain way. She hummed as she brought her head to the side, her eyes going wide with mischief in the moment. Her mouth opened to say something back to him, but it closed when he pulled her up and turned her around. Her body was on the bench before she could think. She was now bent over for him, and she was wide eyed in that moment. She had no idea that things were turning around like this. 

In seconds, she felt him at her entrance, and she couldn't help but suck in her bottom lip as she tried to look behind her to see what it was that he was going to be doing. Then it happened. He started rubbing his cock on her. She went to let out a moan but bit it back. She didn't want him to hear her just yet. So, she bit down on her lip a little more, keeping the sounds from coming out of her mouth. It was at the moment that she felt a hand pushing down on her lower back, and then his cock pushing inside her. Her mouth dropped open in the moment and she let out a moan that mixed along with his gasp. She was glad that he stopped to allow her to adjust to his size before he went deeper. She wondered sometime if all the Ares boys had impressive cocks. A sigh came from her lips as he pushed deeper into her. Her mind was on over drive. Liam had just hurt her and here she was, bent over a bench with his brother and not just any brother but one that was the closest to him. This was going to be interesting when word got out, because of was word going to get out rather or not either of them wanted it to. There were eyes all over the place here and the camp was a rumor mill. She groaned when his voice filled her once again. "Mieux vaut me faire apprendre ma leçon." (Better make me learn my lesson) she called out in French because if that was what he wanted then that was what he was going to get as well. She gripped the bench under her and looked back at him. Looking like he deserved to be back there. She wanted to snort at that though.

[Benji Baker]

Each word Novalie uttered was like a match sparking to life, setting the already combustible atmosphere ablaze. Benji inhaled sharply, each French syllable coaxing his bloodstream to pulse hotter, his hardness proving a point of insistent demand within her. This girl had stoked a desire within him he hadn't realized he possessed and he reveled in every moment of it. His eyes traveled down her bare back, tracing the contours of her body, the blend of strength and surrender that was uniquely hers. The sight of Novalie bent over the bench, ass beautifully presented to him sent a rush of possessive satisfaction over him. "Trust me, you will learn, Nova..." He grinned, his voice dripping with desire. His large hands roved her body, tracing over her tantalizing curves, gripping onto her waist and pulling her back against him, the soft bump of her ass against him heightening the tension between them. His gaze was glued to where they were joined, the sight so profoundly erotic that it pulled a low, hungry growl from his throat. He leaned into her, deepening the intimate connection as his body molded against hers.

Taken by the heat of the moment, he started to move, his thrusts slow and calculated. The unique blend of tightness and wetness that engulfed him felt amazing, tantalizing his senses and encouraging him to pick up his pace. With each pass, Benji invaded her deeper, the rhythmic slide of his shaft punctuated only by the smacking sounds of their union. He delighted in her cries, her words a melody to his ears. His hand snaked its way up, slipping into her hair, tugging her head back so he could whisper in her ear. "Mmmm Nova, you've been quite the bratty conquest this evening, bending you over into submission has been a joy" His words, laden with lust, had a deliberate quality - a verbal manifestation of his physical dominance. Truthfully though Benji was becoming dangerously hooked on Novalie, his feelings had shifted from playful amusement to a searing hunger that consumed every rational thought. His body responded to this shift, his strokes becoming rougher, every inch of him pushing within her as his body guided her towards the sweet precipice of orgasm. He peppered her shoulders with a mix of bites and kisses. "If this is defiance…" He rumbled, a wicked grin on his face. " … then I think I'm quite enjoying your back-talking." His hand slipped between Novalie's thighs, circling her clit in quick successions. His grip on her waist tightened as if he was claiming every part of her, a proclamation of his dominance that she was his - at least for tonight. "Now be a good brat and cum for me," the son of Ares ordered.