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cecily de rosa + penny fox: character aesthetics
“I like the way you think, princess,” Penny nods as Cecily takes the cigarette from the pack she was holding out to her. Penny puts one in her mouth for herself, the bottle still settled between her thighs as she takes her lighter to light her own cigarette before lighting Cecily’s for her. She sets the lighter on her bed, fingers coming up to her mouth to pull her stick from her lips after inhaling, the filter stained with her lipstick, letting the stream of smoke flow from her lips with ease. She gives Cecily a grin when she called her an angel, laughing softly and shaking her head. “A fallen one, at most,” she teased, leaning back on her hand, cigarette propped upright between her fingers with the candy painted nails of her free hand tapped along the glass of the bottle.
She wraps her fingers delicately around the neck of the bottle, lifting it slightly into the air. “To first weeks and unbirthdays,” she says in a mock toast, tapping the bottle to that of an imaginary companion’s before bringing the mouth of the bottle to her lips. The sweet taste of strawberry filled her senses as she drank, pulling the bottle away after a few seconds and humming in content, loving the sweet serene feeling that fell over her, spreading into her bloodstream. “I always love Cabin Twelve’s wine. It always seems to get me more drunk than anything else,” she hums, holding the bottle out for Cecily to take.
Cecily’s eyes travelled between the lip-stick coated cigarette dangling from Penny’s teeth and the firm flesh of her thighs clasped tightly around the bottle. The sorceress’ teeth sunk into her lower lip, the plump skin puckering around her pearly white as she drew her eyes away, chest tightening slightly. She took the opportunity of inhaling from her cigarette to catch her breath, her breathing shallow as she dropped her head down next to the girl’s thigh. “We’re all fallen angels. Or else, we wouldn’t be here. Snakes among the grass. Wolves disguised as sheep. Sinners, all of us. And yet, isn’t it a beautiful thought?” Her eyes met Penny’s, smiling up at her from her splayed position, a tittering laugh fluttering from her crimson lips.
Cecily didn’t reach for the bottle, knowing that lying down she’d likely tip it over herself. Instead, the blonde beauty merely removed the cigarette from her mouth, lips parting for Penny to pour in the wine, the notion feeling somewhat erotic. Everything about Penny felt erotic. Cecily knew it was wrong -- Penny was her new friend, and if her mind continued the way it was spiralling, she could hinder that friendship. Yet at the same time the young temptress couldn’t get the image of Penny’s thighs out of her mind, skirt rising slightly as she clenched the bottle, a brief flash of underwear. Her own thighs were clenching in response to extinguish the heat rising between her legs. “I’m a sucker for wine. It’s a drink of beauty, and a drink of lowered inhibitions, and I love the things it does to my body and soul.” Without thinking, Cecily turned he head, her lips pressing a soft, but lingeing, kiss to Penny’s thigh. Impulsive, foolish, reckless; yet somehow worth it. “To new friendships.”
Penny gives the curly haired blonde a knowing smirk when she comments that she’d met Hartley, that he was very accommodating. “Oh, I’m sure he was,” she says, thinking back to just last year. “Every inch of him,” she teases, glancing over at the girl and popping the gum in her mouth. “He’s a boy, of course he gets something out of it,” she says with a shrug. “I give him every other pack of cigarettes that I get my brother to buy for me, other people probably give him money or sex, but he’s not really into exploiting that I know of. I give him the packs out of courtesy,” she explains, leading them up towards the door of her cabin, smiling when the bird of a girl opened the door and pulled Penny inside after her. “Well, it depends on what we wanna celebrate, doesn’t it?” She grins, taking the lead and guiding Cecily towards her room at the back of the cabin, closing and locking the door behind them to avoid interruption. “Let’s see what he’s got for us,” she hums, setting the bag down and opening it up, pulling out the bottle of strawberry wine, holding it up for the daughter of Hecate to see.
Popping her gum again, Penny settles herself on her bed, stretching out her legs and holding the bottle between her thighs as she gripped the neck and pulled out the cork. “We can drink to a new friendship,” she hums, glancing up at the girl, smirk tugging at her lips. “Your first week at camp,” she continues, tapping her candy painted nails along the glass. “Or we could go down the Alice in Wonderland path,” she suggests, smile tugging the corners of her lips as she reaches over into her nightstand, pulling out her cigarettes and lighter. “It’s my unbirthday today, I think that’s worthy enough for a drink. And if it’s your unbirthday then that’s worthy enough for double,” she says, pulling out a cigarette and holding the carton out towards Cecily for her to get one. “Your pick, sweat pea.”
Cerulean eyes glanced across the cabin with interest as pretty Penny led her to her encalve of wonders. As the blonde turned the lock, Cecily found herself raising an eyebrow in curiosity, intrigued as to why such a measure was necessary. She had never felt the need to lock her door -- not even if she had company between her thighs. Perhaps it was the thrill associated with being walked in on -- the rush of adrenaline it gave to her system -- that leaving her door precariously unlocked provided which made encounters of a sexual kind all the more exciting. Either way, she hadn’t used the lock yet, and doubted she would have to. Dropping down onto the bed, Cecily kicked off her shoes and propped herself up on the pillows, looking like Kate Winslet in her infamous nude scene from Titanic.
"Why not celebrate all three?” Cece remarked as she watched Penny’s thighs clench around the bottle, the waft of steam that left it’s now-open neck ensnaring her. Leaning forward on her elbow she plucked a cigarette from the carton between her teeth, before nudging her head against Penny’s hand. “Beam me up, Scotty,” the witch remarked, waiting for the other to light her cigarette before she inhaled a drag of the smoke, the rate of her heart decreasing slightly, and dropped her head off the end of the bed. Her eyes fluttered closed briefly before opening again, coming to rest on the upside-down figure of Penny in her eye line. “God. You’re an angel. I’ve been gasping for a smoke ever since I got here.”
Hartley couldn’t help but let out an amused laugh when Cecily breathlessly complained, calling him bad and him only giving her a playful wink in response. When he had come back with the pills, she opened her mouth eagerly, Hartley dropping one of the pills into her mouth and taking the other for himself. He could barely swallow his before Cecily’s mouth was on his own, desperate and hungry, then tender and sweet, before her hunger took her over once more, all the while Hartley allowed it, taking a breath when she finally pulled back. He lets out a short chuckle at her words, hand sliding up to her jaw and pushing her head up, lips latching on to her neck, kissing and biting, marking her freckled skin. “You’re quite strange,” he muses, lips burning a trail up to her jaw, mouth on her own once more before he pulls back. Verdant eyes studied her pouted lips, swollen and red from their eager kissing. Her chest rose and fell quickly with her breaths, Hartley’s hands coming up to cup her cheeks, thumb brushing slowly over her lips. “But fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he whispers, eyes shining as they met hers. He thinks that’s what it is about her that he loves, that had him so eager to devour her.
He’d always been told to be a lover. Perhaps he’d taken that too literally, but it’s what he became. Hartley always fell in love with the people he chose to be intimate with, even if it was for a night, even if it wasn’t complete. He fell in love with their eyes, their smiles, the feel of their skin beneath his fingers or their breathy moans in his ears when they were pinned beneath him. With Cecily, it was her eyes. They were bright, shining with life and curiosity, but they held a darkness in them that drew him in. He could see himself diving headfirst into the rabbit hole of her mind through her eyes, and maybe that would be gone by morning, but for now it was perfect. The son of Dionysus leans in, capturing her lips once more, pushing her so that her back rested against his cotton sheets. Any minute now the drugs would kick in for them both, so he takes his time, kissing her slowly, letting his lips wander down the column of her throat, hand sliding down her thigh and pulling it up around his waist, pressing himself against her.
Drea was impatient - she wanted to feel the wave of pleasure engulf her being and send her into blissful, temporary limbo. She wanted Cecily to drawl out every ounce of pent up pleasure that coiled within her muscles. If anything, Drea had such a high appreciation for sex - a high appreciation for the natural beauty that graced itself in the form of an orgasm. Naturally, nymphs were passionate about what came by nature, and Drea believed that ever human form that walked this earth had been at its most vulnerable state during an orgasm, such an idyllic state of grace. She craved it. She needed it. She wouldn’t call herself a sex addict - no, but she’s definitely an advocate for a good fuck.
A gasp passed her lips - Drea didn’t expect such vulgar words to pass such dainty lips, but oh it was the contrast that made it all the more exciting. Her lips had fallen slack to make way for her desperate gasps, her head falling back against the mattress as Cecily’s fingers continued their assault on her centre. Drea surely wasn’t silent, but she didn’t give Cecily the satisfaction of her full on moans. She just groaned, and whimpered, and purred in delight. Drea readily let her legs part to make way for Cecily’s lips, every cell in her body wired with anticipation for the orgasm that etched through her veins and clawed at her lungs. So close, she was so close.
Her fingers had found the golden tresses again - finally a real, loud moan had ripped through her lips when Cecily’s tongue had found home in the warmth of her aching, pulsating centre. Drea’s hips bucked into Cecily’s mouth, the breath leaving her lips in frantic stutters. One hand had left the amber locks to find her own breast, her fingers digging into the fleshy mound, her fingers tweaking at her hardened, swollen nub. “Oh, Kitten, oh!” Drea’s words had failed her as her hand worked simultaneously with Cecily’s mouth - then she decided to put her other hand into action. Drea only needed to slide her middle finger between her folds and press her clit into a tight circle, that was all she needed to fall over the edge and into white, hot bliss. Her hands didn’t cease, but her body rattled, her muscle tensing and clenching, her toes curling, her back arching as her chest rose and fell quickly - the orgasm had taken her over, and she was riding it all out till the end.
“There’s an idea,” Penny mused, smiling when Cecily brushed her thumb over her cheek gently, almost caressing. Penny quirks an eyebrow, amused, but nodding at Cecily’s explanation. “Thanks,” she hums, before they begin to walk, fingers laced together, hands swinging slightly as Penny leads them to her cabin. She turns her gaze towards Cecily some when the blonde offered her some bubblegum, Penny nodding and giving her a bright smile, holding her free hand out for the packet, letting go of her hand to pull out a stick of gum for herself. “I haven’t had this kind in forever,” she sighs, thinking back to before camp, sitting on the bleachers in the park with her pleated skirt and scraped knees as she watched the boys playing soccer. It was a nostalgic moment that passed as soon as it came, Penny popping the gum into her mouth and dropping her hand to grip Cecily’s once more.
When they pass Cabin 12, Penny points it out to Cecily. “Hold on, come here,” she says, leading Cecily towards the back of the cabin. “There’s a guy here, Hartley, he’s really cool about leaving me some spare wine,” she explains, turning the back corner and dropping Cecily’s hand again to crouch down and push the growing vines away from the bottom of the cabin. “His brother likes to charge for drinks, so I never go to him,” she tells her, grinning when she felt the coarse strap of the woven bag hidden in the vines. It was a small bag, just the right size to hide the bottle of wine laying across the bottom. It looked like a normal bag that Penny would wear, so no one really seemed to notice a difference, and if they did, they said nothing to the daughter of Hades about it. “Okay, come on, my cabin is just next door,” she smiles, holding her hand for Cecily again.
Cecily gave a small smirk of her gum-tinted lips, lifting a finger to pop the large bubble protruding from her lips in almost a sexual way, a violent sound emitting as the bubble burst against her lips. Her eyes remained locked on those of her new friend as her teeth tugged the gum back inside her mouth, chewing once more before she began to blow another bubble. Her fingers squeezed playfully at the other girls as they made their way through the hubbub of camp life, her didgits trailing absent-mindedly up the other girl’s. “Oh, I’ve met Hartley,” Cecily sung, a sly smirk inching itself across her features. “He was very accommodating.” She’d met him alright -- the lustful instructor had given a whole new meaning to the words ‘warm welcome’.
“That’s very selfless of him,” Cecily pondered, twirling a string of gum around the index finger of her free hand. “I’m sure I’d want something more than gratitude. What does he get out of it? Surely more than the uplifting knowledge that he had aided another being,” the blonde scoffed, rolling her cerulean eyes. Her eyes watched with curiosity as Penny retrieved the bag from it’s camouflaged place in the vines, brow quirking in response as her fingers interlaced with the demon in disguise’s once more. Her footsteps were light, spritely, as she made her way up the cabin steps, back pushing against the door as she tugged the petite female inside after her. “What are you celebrating?” She cooed, before blowing another large blue bubble, the ease at which the bubbles formed from the breath in her puckered lips demonstrative of her expansive experience of blowing.
“That’s unfortunate. You could have made a lot of money from those pictures.” A puzzled expression crossed her face before her eyes followed the other’s gaze, quirking an eyebrow when she saw nothing out of the ordinary. It wasn’t truly another summer at Camp Half-Blood until she got an new oddity to take care of. Witches tend to make for unusual campers, but Mina was determined to appreciate each of her siblings despite how uncomfortable some made her feel. “So… Hecate cabin, right?” Her arm was extended to shake the girl’s hand. “It’s always nice to welcome new siblings. The more, the merrier.”
“Cute! So does this mean we’re like... sisters?” Cecily asked, forcing her lips into a grin. Rather than shake the hand that was offered to her, Cecily tugged it and instead enveloped the mousy-brown girl in a hug. “Oh, I always wanted a sister!” exclaimed Cecily, an Italian lilt embellishing her words. “We can have pillow fights, and paint each other’s nails, and play SingStar–” the witch began, reeling off her pre-rehearsed speech as she forced a jovial smile. “So you’re like... the supreme, right? You’re more powerful than the rest of us? Will you-- teach me? To be powerful, I mean. Like you. I promise I’ll be on my best behaviour. Pretty please.”
“Oh, you’ve seen nothing, darling.” Drea quirked with pride as she tilted her head, awaiting Cecily’s answer – she enjoyed teasing, she enjoyed the dominance even. Satyrs don’t always give nymphs the upper hand, it’s always so animalistic with satyrs, she doesn’t remember a time where the tree’s bark or the vines thorns hadn’t been digging into her back as a satyr trembled her world and her body and everything that had kept her sane. Surely, Drea had had her chance at dominance, with mortals mostly - some mortals couldn’t bare the beauty of a nymph, some were driven mad by how magnificent and satisfying the sex was. Drea never carried, nor will she every carry guilt for enticing a mortal. It was always fun to break the common misconception that dryads were shy and hid behind trees.
It wasn’t until Drea found herself pushed into the covers that she’d realized she lost her upper hand. She almost reciprocated but Cecily’s lips had found home against Drea’s skin, and a soft sigh escaped her lips. Surely, this wasn’t the first time a woman had touched her. Some might think it was incestuous of nymphs to find pleasure among each other but nymphs couldn’t care, not really. No one knew how to love or fuck like a nymph did. She could tell already from Cecily’s haste and simple actions that she hadn’t been with a girl before. A moan of delight escaped her lips both at the thought as well as the feel of Cecily’s lips latched onto Drea’s nipple. Her back arched briefly, her breath stuttering as her tongue brushed against her nipple. “Kitten!” Drea breathed out, her fingers entangling through her golden trusses as her teeth bit at the sensitive nub. It had all taken her by surprise, the haste at which Cecily advanced, she would have expected some hesitation, but her little kitten was surprising her.
The moans left her lips in soft melodies now as Cecily’s fingers worked away against her swollen clit that throbbed against her touch, aching for more. And more she did get, when two slender digits buried into her warm, aching center, earning Cecily a yelp as her chest arched into Cecily’s mouth. Drea’s fingers had tugged mercilessly at Cecily’s hair as the fingers worked inside of her - the girl was magic. It was Cecily’s words, however, that sparked Drea’s greed for dominance again. Her hands traveled down to grab a hold of Cecily’s perfect mounds into her palms, just her hips bucked into Cecily’s fingers and rolled. Her hands reacted on instinct, squeezing onto the soft flesh, not so gently. Drea pushed Cecily so that they rolled over, and her hand reached down to grip Cecily’s wrist, “I don’t writhe underneath anyone…” Drea whispered as she guided Cecily’s hand, in and out, regulating the thrusts as she gyrated her damp sex against her hand. “How are you going to make me come, kitten?” Drea breathed out, her words almost inaudible as the build up of the orgasm began to make her muscles stutter with the tension. She didn’t stop moving - she knew the sight must spurring all kinds of emotions inside Cecily. She wanted Cecily to do so much to her. She wanted the kitten to tell her what she wanted to do, but not control her. It truly was a tug of war.
Drea hadn’t meant to hit Cecily’s head against the headboard, but the reaction she’d drawn out of the kitten was more that Drea could have asked her. This one enjoyed pain and pleasure. Maybe she was right. Maybe she was different, like Drea. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of Drea’s lips as she hovered above Cecily, eyeing the set pearls that dug into the luscious lower lip, “No, no, no…” Drea tsked as she reached up, gently with her index finger she tugged Cecily’s lip away from those teeth - a shudder ran through Drea’s body as she imagined those teeth doing carnal affairs to her body. A sigh escaped her lips when Cecily fingers brushed over her nipples, clad by her summer dress. “Oh!” A soft yelp left Drea’s lips when Cecily squeezed her nipple, the pleasure rattling her senses like an electric shock that now awoke that insatiable desire. There was no turning back.
An excited giggle escaped Drea’s lip as they traveled along Cecily’s jawline - there was no passion in their tryst, just unchaste wanton. Drea briefly sucked at Cecily’s lower lip, sucking at the little gash her teeth had left, before she moved on. Her lips traveled over the collarbone that protruded underneath ivory skin, nipping at it before they now widened, her lips becoming open-mouthed, with more force, as she moved onto the fleshy mound. She hummed against Cecily’s skin as her tongue brushed a circle around Cecily’s nipple, then she pulled away so that her lips hovered above the sensitive nub. Drea’s eyes flickered upward to meet Cecily’s as her lips puckered to blow against Cecily’s nipple, feeling it harden and rise to brush against her lips. “Very excited, are we now, Kitten?” Drea made sure her lips and teeth grazed against Cecily’s nipple before she abandoned that breast alltogether, knowing that she was leaving Cecily hanging, as she moved to repeat the same gestures to the other breast. “You are so beautiful..” Drea breathed out as she sat up, digging her crotch into Cecily damp one - it was no lie, Drea was starting to feel the effect on her as well. “Shall I continue?” Drea teased, her hands traveling along Cecily’s roused breasts, before they reached the hem of her own dress, and pulled it over her head to throw it onto the ground. They were both topless now - only brief barriers between them, “Or should I watch you writhe underneath me, and get off on that?” Drea tilted her head, “Or should I let you touch yourself?” Drea kept her sing-song tease on as her hands rested over Cecily’s hips so she could dig and grind her crotch into the kitten’s, a soft groan escaping her lips.
Penny couldn’t help the smile that stretched across her lips when Cecily mentioned why being the child of Hecate, her voice low and sultry when she mentioned something worse. Penny was absolutely certain they’d get along, knowing now that Cecily was definitely up for the kind of fun that Penny used to have outside of camp. “Well at least you can do more than that,” she hums, reaching up and twirling a golden lock of Cecily’s hair around her finger. “See, the only remotely interesting thing I can do is summon a spirit from the Underworld,” she says, cherry red lips drawing into a pout as she met eyes with the Daughter of Hecate. “And that’s no fun Chiron knows you’re the only one in your cabin willing to do that just to mess with another camper.”
She let out a soft giggle when Cecily seemed intrigued by her parentage, eyes lighting up with excitement at the thought. Penny bit her lip, shrugging some and nodding. “A few people think so,” she teases, though her own eyes were probably bright with excitement as well. Next to the children of the Big Three, Hecate children seemed to be the most powerful. Being able to control all that magic, of course they would be. Penny was nearly vibrating at the thought of the trouble she could cause with Cecily to help her. She gives a slight smirk when Cecily moves in close, voice dropping to a whisper when she speaks, her fingers lacing through Penny’s. “You seem to be just my kind of girl, Cecily,” she murmurs, leaning in closer, so close that her lips nearly brushed those of the blonde before her. “I think I’m gonna keep you,” she teases before pulling back with a wind chime laugh and tugging the girl along with her, deciding to lead her towards the cabins.
“At least you could use your power to create your own army of undead soldiers entirely loyal to your command,” Cecily mused indifferently, examining the flecks on her fingernails. Kaleidoscope eyes slowly traced up, full of curiosity as they locked with Penny’s watermelon green ones, before tracing across to the girl’s hand, twisting a platinum lock around her cute little finger. Hesitantly, Cecily lifted her thumb, caressing slowly the soft skin of the other girl’s cheek, her lips parting slightly, before she drew her hand away. “You had an eyelash,” she explains, lips quirking into a smirk as she reached into her pocket, pulling out a packet of gum.
Cecily was just about to offer the other girl a stick of gum when she lifted her chin to find Penny’s lips mere centimeters from hers, low whispers passing her lips. If she moved even a muscle, she could slip, and perhaps her lips would accidentally happen to land on those of Penny’s. What an awful shame that would be. “Oh, I’m quite sure of it!” Cecily’s feet picked up the pace as soon as Penny started moving, tugged along as the girl made her way to the cabins, their arms swinging slightly. While she didn’t know exactly where the two of them were headed, she was more than content to follow Penny’s steps, already confident that the two of them thought on the same wavelength. “Bubblegum?” Cecily offered, handing Hades’ daughter the packet as she blew a large blue bubble from her own, smirk forming on her gum-tinted lips.
Hartley pulled back when the dress pooled around Cecily’s feet, taking in the bare skin that was exposed to him. She stood proud to show off her body and he gave a smirk as he eagerly took her in, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he lead them to his room. Once they were inside, though, she turned the tables, pressing him back against the door now, lips on his neck, moving lower, peppering both soft and aggressive kisses against his skin while her fingers deftly undid his trousers. He glanced down at her, hand slipping into her hair as her lips lingered against the waistband of his boxers while the fabric of his pants slipped into a pile around his ankles, Hartley kicking them away quickly when she stood up once more. He lets out a mischievous laugh when she asks if he has the ‘stuff’, cupping her face and kissing her deeply, coaxing her mouth open, tongue brushing hers until she was breathless before he pulled back. “Of course, this wasn’t just a ruse, you know,” he teases, accent thick when he wasn’t thinking to make it less comprehensible for the mostly American campers.
He takes the chance that her back is to the bed to walk her back and push her down so she lands against the soft mattress, bouncing just a bit and Hartley climbs over her, catching her lips with his own again before trailing his mouth down along her jaw. He follows a path down the column of her neck, to her collarbones, and over the swell of her breast until his lips close around her nipple. He flicks the small nub with his tongue, hand resting against her hip when she responds to his lips, keeping her on the bed as he trails his mouth across her chest to her other nipple, doing the same. He trails kisses down her stomach, sucking small marks into her fair skin until he reaches just above the waistband of her Calvin Kleins, before he stands up with a smirk, pushing off the bed. “Let me just get that stuff, for you, dove,” he teases, walking over to his dresser, locking his door in the process before he kneels down, pushing the dresser away from the wall just slightly to reveal a loose floorboard. He pulls out a small bag of colorful pills, pulling out two and pushing the bag back into the space, making sure the floorboard looked as though it hadn’t been moved before standing up and walking back over to Cecily. “Open your mouth, little dove.”
“Do you have any sunscreen?” Emily asked, looking at the person next to her. “I like hanging out outside, but if I stay out here much longer I’ll burn.”
“I’ll do your back if you do mine.” Cecily tittered, removing a bottle of factor thirty from her purse. “Promise I’ll be gentle.”
“I gotta start getting more sleep,” The male stated, plopping himself down on the grass, setting his sword down next to him. “I feel way too weak today.”
"Same. I tend to stay awake until I eventually pass out for exhaustion and sleep for like a whole day. It’s a really interesting social experiment. You should try it. Can you tell that I haven’t slept in over sixty-eight hours?” Cecily asked, tilting her head to the side, dark circles lining her eyes like a reject for the role of Marla Singer.
“You continue to speak to me about this as though it’s a good plan. Do you realize how insane you sound right now? This place could use some insanity. Let’s do it.”
“All of my plans are insane, baby doll. Who better to raise a little hell with than the daughter of hell herself?”
Arson stared at the girl, completely unamused as she settled into her seat more and stole the banana from his plate. She began to prose on about the self actualization goals, all the while eating seductively. Arson wasn’t an idiot, he knew what she was trying to do as she listed Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. His eyes couldn’t help but fall to her lips, pink and puckered around the tip of the banana before she took a bite of it, his brow quirking up. He’d gone from irritated to mildly amused with what this girl was doing. Subtly throwing herself at him wasn’t something he was unused to, but most people he’d come across couldn’t quite master the art of it. It led him to believe that this fair haired beauty was no innocent. Then again, she could be the type that simply teased because she could, because she knew she had the power to be seductive, the means to feel desired. He was intrigued, but not by her silent proposition.
“So when you say sex,” he starts, leaning forward a bit on his forearms before continuing. “So you mean pure, primal, instinctual sex, or do you mean sexual intimacy?” He questions, tilting his head some. “Cause I’m afraid if intimacy is what you’re looking for,” he murmurs, teeth biting at his piercing and tugging slightly as his icy blue eyes trailed across her face, taking in the freckles that sprinkled over her fair skin, her cupid’s bow lips, and coming back up to her verdant eyes filled with the promise of chaos. “I’m afraid I have nothing for you.”
The question he posed her was met with a cool stare, though her lips failed to suppress the smirk that stitched itself across them. Her top teeth grinded against her bottom set, lips pursed as he ran his eyes over her, the eerie feeling that he was mentally undressing her causing her fingers to clench. They lingered too long on her lips, her pulse rising as she sunk her teeth into her lower lip, the plump skin puckering as she slowly released it from her teeth. He definitely knew how to play the game. Sons of Ares always did. She bet he was a killer in the bed room. Her teeth sunk into the banana once more, eyes fluttering shut as her lips tugged against the fruit, swallowing another bite, her eyes locked on his. She loved it when they played back; it only spurred her on.
Her fingers twirled absent-mindedly at one of her platinum locks, tugging hard at the hair and feeling the sensation in the root of her scalp as his eyes locked on hers once more. Dangerous, she confirmed. Sinful. But she was sure if push came to shove, that wouldn’t prevent her from letting him show her the stars. The good Lord died for her sins after all, so she might as well make it worth it. Slipping her hand under the table, her fingers found his knee cap, hand beginning to slip temptingly up his thigh. “I mean animal instinct. Savage, unadulterated lust. I want nail marks on my skin. Bruises like a birth mark. Teeth around my jugular. Pants around the steering weel, riding like stallions in the back seat of the car.” All the while, her hand still moving, digging deep into the skin until it at last came to rest at the bulge between his legs, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she gave a violent squeeze. Her hand was gone as soon as it had got there, returning to her lap, a face of angelic innocence with bouncing blonde curls as her lips slipped around the banana to take another bite.
The girls taunting was getting to her, Minnah always having a poor control of her temper. She had gotten alot better, since being able to let out her pent up anger out when training, but Cecily wasn’t letting up, she poked and she laughed, everything she was saying and doing just making the rage bubble up more and more. Minnah clenched her jaw, leaning away from Cecily when she moved even closer, the other blonde refusing to take her leave, refusing to stop while she was ahead and she was even coaxing her to throw a punch. Really? What was this girl fucking on? Minnah’s eyes move to the goblet of water on the table beside her, then back to Cecily who continued to chant her words, hit me, hit me, hit me. She couldn’t do that, not with Chiron only a few feet away from where both girls were now, if she hit her she’d get stable duty for a month. Minnah gave a smile towards the girl reaching forward to pick up a dinner roll that was in the bowl between the two girls, not looking away from Cecily as the contents of the goblet flew across the table, and right into Cecily’s face, soaking the girls bangs and Minnah hoping it would melt her as she bit from the roll, shoulders shrugging, “No. Now leave me the fuck alone before I decide to drown you, annoying bitch.” She spat out, pushing herself up, “Learn to quit while you’re ahead Cecily.”
With every passing second, Cecily’s smirk only grew, the corners of her lips inching so high into her freckled cheeks that her smile could swallow her whole face, if it wanted. Every taut muscle in the daughter of Poseidon’s face was a small victory for Cecily, mischief swimming in the luminous depths of her eyes. She waited for the other girl to lash out, the anticipation so exciting that she feared a southern spillage, just waiting for the pure adrenaline to hit her bloodstream. But the punch never came. What came instead was the sudden slap of cool water against her face, massacring Cecily’s excitement and dousing her instead in a taste of her own medicine, a scream of shock escaping her. Damp curls dripped about freckled face as she locked the other girl in a sinister stare. Her lips pursed, eyes narrowing as wiped the drenched hair from her face. “You have made a severe mistake, Minnah,” Cecily spat, pushing herself up from the table. “Better watch your back, princess,” the witch remarked, before turning on her heel to stalk away.
Drea’s fingers had aimlessly traced against the bed sheets, before a small yelp of surprise escaped her lips when the kitten lurched out of her sheets. Drea’s eyes were trained immediately to her breasts, perked up and ready, ready for Drea’s hands and Drea’s mouth. Drea ran the tip of her tongue along the length of her lower lip before she sat back, and leaned against her palms as Cecily crawled on top of her. Drea let her head drop back as Cecily’s lips moved along her skin, a soft sigh escaping her lips, “Oh, Kitten..” Drea sighed - she was just that. A black kitten with wide eyes, excited and hungry for more. Drea was enticed by that, she wasn’t going to lie. Drea’s leaned her weight onto one hand, her other moving along Cecily’s side, “Well…you are beautiful…” She whispered, before she gripped at the ivory flesh, pushing her back forcefully – there was no tenderness in her endeavors.
Drea moved to dig her crotch into Cecily’s as she straddled her again - it was an ongoing tug of war between those two. “I hate demigods…” The words left Drea’s lips with such carnal desire as her hands raked against Cecily’s side, pressing her nails into the skin. She leaned down to press her lips into Cecily’s neck, her teeth too having a taste at that sweet pare of hers. “I hate them…how they take us by force..am I taking you by force?” Drea inquired. Her attempts may have been less than gentle, but Drea would never bring upon a person what she despises the most. “I want to do so much to you…” She breathed out against her skin.