Camp Half-Blood (Lake)
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				Title: <strong>Camp Half-Blood (Lake)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>01-09-2010, 18:41:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong> The Lake</strong><br>(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs29/i/2008/053/5/f/Lake_Chelan_by_Kchan27.jpg)<br>For those Half-Bloods that can't stay away from each other...For romance...</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 08:52:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.maplegroveconstruction.com/horsebarn-int1b.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Harpies? I'll deal with them in the morning, I am sleepy </em></div><br>Vincent saw a few interesting sights in the stables as he came in, some creatures he had never seen but he had already accepted everything about this camp and he assumed he was perfectly safe within the camp walls. The large stables were explored for a while until he found a wooden ladder that led upstairs to the loft. A smile crossed his features when he realized how perfect the place was. The hay was lush and soft to the touch, perfect for make shift bedding. He had no blanket but he figured the place would stay warm, at least he could plan better the next night. There seemed no point to sleep in the crowded cabin when he could have this place to himself. <br><br>Hauling two bundles to a corner of the stable loft he spread the make shift bedding material into a nest like bed before he dropped down into it with a soft groan. He was tired, the last time he had slept horizontally was more than three days ago. Using his head as a pillow it did not take him long before he dozed off lazily. He was not aware of the dangers that existed once curfew went into effect. Perhaps he would be over looked or he would be given a rude awakening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 17:35:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>The stables were always a nice place. The pegasi were always nice to look at. The pegasi were generally clean and the kids that took care of them always made sure to give them plenty of hay and apples. She smiled as she saw one of the winged creatures scuff it's hoof on the floor when she walked in, "I know. It's close to lights out. I shouldn't be here," she knew she couldn't understand what they were saying, but she also knew they could understand her. The children of Poseidon could talk to the horses, but the other campers just had to keep in mind that the creatures did understand them.<br><br>"Seen anyone?" none of them made any noise to give her any kind of answer. Abigale just smiled and picked a sugar cube out of a bucket and held it out for one of them, "Bet you'll all enjoy being able to fly around again. I know we didn't work you all out much this winter."<br><br>Sighing she walked towards the small ladder and climbed up it. At first she didn't see anything strange, but her eyes caught the form of someone laying on the hay. Abigale didn't let herself get upset since she wasn't sure it was Vincent yet, but as she got closer she saw that it was indeed him. Leaning down close to his ear, she whispered, "Hey, sleepy head. Harpies are coming to get you."
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 18:41:17</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent and Abigale, it's not what you think!</em></div><br>"I dun kno how to play it..." <br>Vincent first thought of a "harp" came to mind and he simply rolled onto his side to face the wall lazily, he was sinking deeper into sleep so he was not sure if that was really Abigale or if he was dreaming. As his brain replayed the words in his mind his eyes began to flutter until they blinked in the dim light from the lights around camp that filtered in through windows and various openings in the stables. <br>"What the hell is a harpy..."<br>He finally turned onto his back and got a first glimpse of Abigale leaned down over him. His head shook back and forth a few moments before he pushed himself to a sitting position, shifting his arms back to lean on. Vincent tried to suppress a loud yawn but could not, he looked at Abby a little dazed.<br>"How'd you know I'd be in here? I thought it was a good sleep spot." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 18:59:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>Abigale couldn't help but smile when he asked what a harpy was. It had been a long time since she'd met someone that knew nearly nothing about Greek Mythology. Most of the kids here at least knew the basics, Vincent didn't even seem to have that. It was hard to believe he was a demigod. Most half-bloods found Greek Mythology easy to understand because the language was the easiest for them to understand, but Vincent seemed more interested in his cars and such. It was almost endearing.<br><br>"hey are winged creatures with a face that looks like a hag. Very ugly. Not something you want to wake up to pecking at your intestines," she sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest, "I didn't know you'd be in here. I just noticed you weren't in the cabin when I went in there for the night and decided to come look for you. A lot of kids come and hide out up here, but it's not very safe. The harpies have really good sense of smell. I'd hate to hear that you were found pecked to death tomorrow morning before we even find out who your parent is."<br><br>"Why didn't you just find a cot or a bunk in the cabin?"
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 19:18:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent</em></div><hr><hr><br>"Ohh you mean like the lunch lady in middle school, she must have been a harpy..."<br>Vincent shuddered visibly for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders at her question. He was still did not know how to take Abigale's care, it was not common for him to be looked for and cared for, it confused him a little. It felt good, lots of things at this camp felt good. It was like a family reunion, most of the people he had met had been rather cool to get along with, perhaps it was because he was such a "go with the flow" kind of guy. <br><br>"I don't know, I figured the place was packed really tight and no point in squeezing one more when there is a perfectly good stable over here. But know that you tell me it isn't same, I guess this place is out of the question. So they peck your guts out? So what, like every other woman I ever had the misfortune of dating."<br>He grinned even if he was serious, finding the best way to get over the past had been through comedy. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 19:40:23</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>A lot of people seemed to compare the harpies to middle school lunch ladies. It wouldn't surprise her if that was most of them did for a living when they weren't eating people, "You really need to sleep in the cabin. The pegasi don't like sharing their stables," they could get territorial when they wanted to, "Plus, a lot of campers sneak up here to fool around after hours. At least they did if they're willing to risk it. I doubt you wanna wake up to two people fucking on the floor a few feet away from you."<br><br>Abigale frowned when he said that harpies sounded like every woman he'd had the misfortune of dating, "I'm sure they couldn't of been that bad. Harpies are pretty horrible. I'm sure your exs wouldn't of enjoyed eating you. So...you've had a lot of girlfriends?" most half-bloods never managed a successful relationship. Abigale had only had one official boyfriend in her life, but she'd had a few flings. There was one unfortunate fling in her first year when she made out with a guy that turned out to be one of her brothers. After that she tried really hard not to get attracted to anyone in the Hermes Cabin. No matter how sure she was that they couldn't be a child of Hermes.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 19:59:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent </em></div><hr><br>Vincent shrugged a little and looked over at Abigale to answer, despite the opening to make a crude comment if they were in the place were campers got away to fool around. <br>"I don't know...this one time this crazy chick tried to light my house on fire after I broke up with her, you know a relationship is over when you catch the skank in your own bed fucking another guy. Can you believe of all he luck in the world, I get the ones who want to fuck around me behind my back? It leaves you jaded on being loyal to someone. It's like, hey if that is what you want...why can't people be honest about it. I'd go sow my oats also, but I guess its my fault I am always chasing after the wrong girls."<br>Anger flushed across his features, the muscles of his upper body going tense as his hands curled into fist behind the hay. Releasing a sigh of annoyance he tried to mask the past feelings deep within. <br><br>"So now I just take it one day at a time, can't let everything in the world bother me or I'd up up some mess." <br>He yawned again&nbsp; and blinked a few times to clear his vision. <br>"Should we get back to the cabin?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 20:17:51</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>Abigale really couldn't blame him for calling those girls harpies after hearing that. That was pretty bad and she could tell it bothered him to talk about it, "I guess us half-bloods don't do well with relationships. My first boyfriend's parents pressed charges against me for catching me stealing his mother's diamond bracelet while we were at their house having dinner. Then there was the time I made out with a guy that turned out to be my brother, but I'd rather not get too into that," she shuddered at the thought. Abigale scrubbed her mouth out for a week after that. It was almost as bad as the former leader of the Ares' Cabin open hand spanking her out a window. She reached over and rubbed the tops of his shoulders for a moment to help relax him.<br><br>"I hate to tell you, but you're a half-blood, life is gonna screw up no matter what. But taking one day at a time is a good way to help get through that. Everyone, well most everyone, here can help you with it though. It makes thing easier when everyone around you is making the same mistakes. I was thrown out of sixteen schools before I came here. I thought I was an idiot, but then I met someone here that was kicked out of twenty schools. At least the mistakes you made before coming here don't matter to anyone else and the mistakes you make while you're here don't affect anyone that much," she smiled. and leaned back on her hands.<br><br>"There's still a little bit of time before lights out. We can stay up here for a little longer if you want. The harpies don't come out right away. Mr. D might be an ass, but he gives us about an hour to get back to our cabins before letting those winged bitches out. At least he does on the first day. By next week he'll be letting them out as soon as lights out is called."
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 23:05:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent </em></div><hr><br>"I just stopped showing up to one school, you know how some teachers even try to push kids to college...I was the exception, it was like they did not even bother with me. But I am not gonna dwell on the past, at least I am gonna try not to, it is like what is the point. But now that I have you here, so as demi gods...does that mean we have some type of powers? Do I need to train for that or what has to happen. I mean we are gos like right...I reckon we aint immortal since you keep saying people get hurt and die...so what can i look forward to." <br>He looked up at her and smiled when she reached forward, pushing his hands back to let himself lean backwards to pull her into him since she was the one bending forward into him. He did not make any move on her after that, pulling them until his back was against the wall with her body falling into him. <br>"Oops, lost your balance?"<br>A bright smile stayed on his face as she mentioned staying a little longer but them faded away as he tried to suppress a yawn and failed.<br>"Actually, I am kinda tired, but if you want to stay a little longer I won't say no..." <br>His hand slowly came down on her back, his fingers crawling up and down her side. He just wanted to hold onto that feeling of holding someone in his arms, but he was not sure if it would be wise to blur out such a stupid remark so he opted for silence. 
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-09-2010, 23:32:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale</em></div><hr><br>"Yes, we have powers, but not the same ones. Some don't even seem like powers, more like heightened abilities. My dad is the God of thieves, travel, and sports. The only 'supernatural power' I have is teleportation, but I'm not very good at it. It takes a lot of energy and I usually pass out after I do it. Other than that, I'm just good at running and stealing things...though not so much the stealing. I usually get caught..." Abigale was about to tell him about her getting caught by the son of Ares a few years ago, but found herself looking her balance and falling forward into him. She knew damn well that she hadn't lost her balance. He'd caused it to happen. Part of her really couldn't be angry about it, though. <br><br>Instead she tried to push off his chest, but she felt his hand on her back. His fingers playing over her sides. Her normal reaction was to jerk back and maybe even smack him, but she looked up at his face and saw that he had no ill intent. Abigale remembered how hard it had been her first day here. Her first month here had been terrible. She'd been depressed and angry because of her mother. She was sure the only reason she'd been able to survive that time was because the former Hermes' cabin leader had sat and talked with her and hugged her when she needed it. So she didn't pull off him just yet.<br><br>"Anyways, yeah, we're kind of like gods. Demigods. But there is loads to do, depending on what you like. So many things to learn and none of it about math or science or anything like that. Stuff you can actually use to save yourself. Things like how to use a sword, spear, shield, bow and arrow, how to make weapons, how to track monsters before they can track you, how to fly on a pegasi, how to build a shelter, you know...real stuff. Not all demigods die horrible deaths. If you're strong enough and clever enough, you can live a full life. It's not all work either. The chariot races are coming back this year. We get to build our own chariots and fight while we race them. The winner usually gets something like no cleaning duty for a week or something like that. If you like building cars, then you'll probably like building a chariot and using it," Abigale yawned a little, having not realized before how tired she was. Without thinking about it, she curled up closer to him. She knew they should get going, but she didn't want to move at the moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:18:54</strong>
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				Chloe, well aware that heading out to the lake could be dangerous, figured she'd arm herself. She imagined that her trident would serve her well enough. She fetched it, and a towel, from the cabin, before heading out to the lack. She wrapped the towel around herself, for modesty's sake. She wasn't really modest, or even embarassed, but she knew plenty of people at camp, and guessed there were those she didn't know, who didn't take nudity as lightly as she did.<br><br>She left the towel in a tree-branch, and the Trident she stuck into the sand at the water's edge, driving it deep enough to stand up. Even in the sand about two-feet down it still stood a good four-feet out of the ground. She moved down into the water, lying with her hands behind her head, and letting the tide in the lake wet her skin.<br><br>She had&nbsp; no idea if Clint would show up or not. She half-expected him not to, not because she thought he'd have missed her rather obvious clue, but because she knew there were others he could be visiting, or merely because he felt like standing her up, in good fun, of course.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 04:44:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent and Abigale at the stables</em></div><hr><br>"It keeps sounding better and better, like I have an excuse to be who I am instead of what people want me to be." <br>Vincent had not even thought far into his adulthood, he never had a plan like going off to college and raising a family. Did that mean he would spend the rest of his days in this camp?<br>"So...what do adults do? Is their like a resort they go off to once they hit a certain age...I know this sounds weird but are there creepy thirty year olds mingling with the teenagers? Makes me thing that one guy is gonna pop out with cameras and start asking people to have a seat, you know."<br><br>He automatically perked up at the thought of a race and having to build something.<br>"Ohhh man, can I join? I would wipe the floor with everyone!" <br>Noticing she was dozing off he let his words drift off as his hand continued to caress her back as the other wrapped around her to hold her close. Her cheek had ended up pressed into his chest, his legs parted to let her curl into him as much as she wanted. Smiling softly he checked his watch, making sure he stayed awake in case he needed to carry her out to the cabin if she did end up dozing off... <br><br><hr><hr><hr><br><div align="center"><em>Clint at the lake, taking it all off. </em></div><br><hr><br>Clint did not go rushing to the lake he had to find someone to sing a tune and seal up those cuts, his right leg still damp and the boot on that leg heavy as he finally made his way to the lake's edge with a towel over his shoulder. If only they had decided on a meeting space which meant she could be anywhere. Finding no more reason to be clothed he began to strip down, stacking his clothes onto a rock before stepping into the water very slowly. The dagger his father had given him slung over his shoulder, in reach in case he had to use it once more that night. <br><em>Jump in the lake...</em><br>The words were recalled and he assumed that meant he was suppose to make a splash, shifting into his black hawk he skimmed the lake's edge before shooting up a few feet before the transformation faded from him in a veil of black inky smoke that blended in with the early night time. The water was black, reflecting partial light from the stars as he made a loud splash in the lake, sending ripples in a 360 degree area. Paddling and kicking his feet to get himself under control, he waded around and shivered at the cool touch of the water hitting him all at once. His breathing had spiked for a brief moment before he relaxed a little, realizing he was no longer in his domain, he was now in hers... <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 06:11:02</strong>
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				Chloe felt the disturbance in the water the moment Clint hit it. Even with the tide as it was, she could feel it. She stood only long enough to fall forward and plung into an oncoming wave. Her speed underwater far outstripped her speed above it. She kicked her feet and sped through the dark water, diving down to the very depths of the lake, before coming back up much nearer Clint. She decided to give him a minute underwater, just a moment to consider surfacing. A little test perhaps, or just a joke to suggest she might've actually told him to jump in the lake for no good reason.<br><br>Then she moved again, upward, wrapping her arms around Clint, and pulling him downward. It would take her about thirty-seconds to get down to the bottom of the lake. She pulled hard, and being a far superior, natural, swimming, it wasn't hard to make Clint come with her, even if he was on the edge of drowning, though she'd know if he was in real danger.<br><br>When their feet touched the lake bottom, an air bubble began to form. She'd always figured the ability was an extension of pulling the components of air out of the water, but she wasn't sure. Within moments, their bouancy was gone, and their weight was on their feet again, the air pocket she'd created forming a more or less 'dome' shape on the bottom, which expanded well until it was larger than they were. Of course it was still pitch black.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 06:53:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint and Chloe in their own underwater little world. </em></div><hr><br>He struggled for a few moments when he felt himself get pulled under, reassured when he felt the hands of a human. Whatever had him was human at least, his hand was already at his dagger to use if needed to but as the hit the surface and he gasped the air his lungs desperately needed he blinked a few times and realized it was just dark in the underwater cave? No...his hands reached out around him, he felt no rocky surfaces and blindly feeling around he felt that invisible barrier that pushed into the watery domain fully around them.<br>"Nice trick..." <br>Clint had finally regained his breath thankful for the small bubble she had created specifically for him since he was sure she could breath underwater. His feet sank into the soft silky mud at the bottom of the lake, his hands once more moving around slowly until he found her again. His body was dripping wet, the darkness was no true fun if he could not see her. A hand curled into a fist and he slowly pulled that darkness into a low dim, enough to see her outline. There was not much he could do without an actual light source, his hand reached for that dagger so he could stick it into the muddy earth. A green flame sprouted at the end of the hilt, giving Chloe a green outline to match her eyes. <br><br>Trapped in their own little world he turned her to face him, his arms pulled her closely into him once more, picking up where they had left off. His lips took a kiss from her lips, nibbling and nipping at her bottom lip as his hands moved up her body until they held the sides of her face to hold the kiss. Sliding his long digits into her hair he held the kiss against her tighter, letting his face tilt in her opposite direction to press his tongue into her mouth to find and control hers. His height over her had her head tilting up a little, down between them, his body moved closer to be pressed against hers in an embrace. This time she would not get away from him, he would be sure of it! 
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 08:01:57</strong>
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				Chloe leaned into him, a hand sliding down his chest and abs. She smiled into a kiss as she found his shaft, but her exploration continued as she brought her haands around his balls, taking both inner hand and squeezing just hard enough to search for an elusive groan from Clint.<br><br>"You know, I always figured Prometheus was a feminist, since he decided to put these on the outside," she said, jokingly, before pushing his chest slightly with one hand before sinking down to her knees, and taking his manhood in her hand. Her knees sunk into the mud, and she had a feeling they'd get very dirty before they got clean again.<br><br>She stroked him smoothly; using both hands, before she returned one to his balls, and pulled her back over her head once before leaning in to kiss the base of his length.
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 09:14:46</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint and Chloe in their own underwater little world. </em></div><hr><br>"He sought a way to control men by putting their weakness on the outside?"<br>The way she squeezed down, pulled the grunt she was seeking from him, the palm of her hand was slick, soft and warm. He looked down but only saw the outline shadow of what she was doing, instead having to focus on the sensations he was feeling. The soft stroking sliding up and down the thickening length, the flesh throbbing and eager to swell to her manipulations. The pair of lips he had recently kissed were felt at the very base, causing his testicles to tense in her hand for a brief moment. A hand moved to his hip, the other ran slowly through her hair as she explored him with her mouth. A finger caressed her cheek before pulling away to let her continue without his interruption.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 09:34:04</strong>
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				"Yeah," she said, "and a quick way to sterilize you for use as slaves and fuck-toys. Of course, our parents organized societies a bit differently, except for a few of course."<br><br>She laughed before licking the tip of his cock, putting only the head in her mouth and suckling it, running her tongue around it in her mouth constantly. She let go of it a moment later, standing up and holding on to his erection with one hand until she turning around in front of him, backing up against him.<br><br>"So, any immediate plans, or did your training with Naiads not get this far?"<br><br>She teased, but she had a feeling that if Clint had actually managed to feet past the whole insanity torch and got to an underworld nymph, he could've gotten very far, in fact, thinking of nymphs made her regret not telling him to go climb a tree, on the off chance there could be a Clint, Tree Nymph, Chloe, threesome. On second thought, she realized that if she got her hands on a nymph Clint would be extraneous, thanks to Promethus again, for making her easily pleasurable by a girl with a good grasp on sex, which Nymphs certainly had.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 16:39:49</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Abigale and Vincent</em></div><hr><br>Abigale smiled softly as he asked about what happened once they got older, "No. No resorts or anything like that. I think the oldest you can stay here is till you're twenty-five. Most don't stick around that long though. This is a training camp. They teach you how to live. Once you're trained, you don't usually come back. Once we feel we're trained enough, we leave. We go out into the world and try to survive. We take on quests from our parents and the other Gods and Goddesses," she curled up between his legs, her head against his chest. It felt nice to sit with someone like this again, "Just try to live. That's all we can do. After all, look at all those stories about heroes. They all usually die, but look how many people are in this camp. Those heroes in the stories are barely a fraction of the number of children the Gods have produced. The ones not in stories either died before they could do anything great or managed to live to an old age. It's not a very good hero story if the person doesn't die heroically in the end."<br><br>"Of course you can join. It's open to everyone. Two people per chariot, but each team is usually pretty big since it normally takes a lot of people to build one," she yawned a little and closed her eyes, "Though the kids in Hephaestus' cabin seem to win most chariot races. They haven't been held in a while, but even back then Hephaestus' kids were apparently hard to beat. After all, they can build anything. You can be on my team if you want. You can be the driver and I'll be the fighter," with a smile she felt herself starting to doze off, "You're comfy," she blushed immediately after saying it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 19:26:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Vincent and Abigale retreating to the Cabin for the night </em></div><hr><br>"As long as I drive you can do whatever you want, as long as you look doing it...that is my one rule." <br>A chariot race, a race in general appealed to him more than he was expressing at that moment. His hand never stopped, his stare turning out to the darkening sky as night made its full appearance. Vincent was moments away from nudging Abigale to have them retreat to the cabin when he realized she had fallen asleep in his lap. He chuckled softly before scooped her up in his arms and carefully made his way down the stairs. He got a few awkward stares by some people he crossed paths with coming out of the stables but most stayed silent as he made way towards the cabin to call it a night... (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=80777.0)<br><br>(Continued in the main thread) <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>08-09-2010, 20:25:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint and Chloe in their own underwater little world. </em></div><hr><br>Her suckling was rewarded with the thickening of the crown, her swirling tongue bringing the flesh to life slowly. She was such a tease, to only focus her attention on that part of him when he wanted more, perhaps her method of making sure he "made it up" to her later. <br>"You know...if you ask me nicely I might be considering being your fuck toy or slave...I can not lie and say I did not find being on the other side of those chains a little exciting..." <br>His words mumbled into the back of her neck when she turned and backed into him. Hands moved up her front to grope and knead the soft flesh of her breasts before sliding down between her thighs. One moved further south the the others, his finger tips finding the slit below and traced it up and down like a trail before pushing a finger into her and slowly began to pump. The other fingers moved a little higher, spreading and circling at the apex, looking to bring the nub she had hidden under soft warm folds. <br>"It sounds like you want me to finish up quickly...why would I do that when we have not seen each other in so long Chloe?"<br><br>His hand kept to their manipulations, his lips kissing and suckling on her shoulders to her neck, nipping and nibbling along the way until he began to lean his body into her until she was forced to her knees. An arm kept her torso from sinking into the silken mud, his thighs trapping hers between his before he slowly began to shift his hips to rub against her. The fingers pumping into her body retreated to grab himself at the thick base of his cock, running the swollen head against her body slowly against the entrance to her pussy. The heat between them created a foggy aura in the bubble, a combination of temperatures adding to it all. Clint was not sure if he was still damp from the water or perspiration. The mud clung to his shins and knees, causing him to slip a little before he braced himself deep into it as he finally pushed himself into her from behind. Moving that guiding hand to her hip, he pumped into her slowly, groaning against her ear as the other hand kept him bent forward over her to keep their bodies close to one another. The pace did not remain slow, he was speeding up as he adjusted to the position he had placed them into. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 01:12:12</strong>
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				"My slave?" she said, "its an interesting thought, Clint."<br><br>She laughed but stopped when he began in earnest to manipulate her body. She could barely see, and as it was, she was faced away from him anyway, so she closed her eyes. She felt his finger, and then fingers, her mouth falling slightly open, inner muscles clenching against his finger. She was very tight, perhaps more firm than tight, her muscles, underneath her lithe form were strong, supple.<br><br>She felt him leaning into her, reflexively, she pushed her hands out into the silt below her, spreading them out, and waiting for the inevitable. She knew the postioning wasn't a tease, he was getting in place, and when he finally enetered her, she pushed back, bending her back in a bit, allowing him a better angle, to thrust deeper. She huffed slightly, not moaning so much as giving small gasps when he pushed in. She had ignored his question, knowing full well that the answer was that she didn't care one whit when or if, he finished, it had been a while for her, and quite honestly she wasn't sure if she'd climax first or not.<br><br>"If you can make me come more than once," she said, "I'll give you a pretty little collar and let you be my fuck-toy, Clint."<br><br>She laughed, her tease somewhat obvious, because quite honestly, her experience of sex was somewhat, individual. She'd never been able to come more than once without sleeping in the interim. She wasn't sure why, but she felt sort of numb after sex, great, but numb, it never seemed to affect her after that, no matter how bad her longing had been before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 01:49:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Curfew Breakers Beware</em></div><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs10/i/2006/097/a/e/harpy_by_Zoilus.jpg)</div><br>Mr. D leaned out his bedroom window and waved his hand, seemingly at nothing. Almost instantly five figures shot out of the ground and took flight in the night sky. The Harpies didn't get much work in other seasons of the year, so the first day of camp was always enjoyable to them. Unlike a lot of monsters the harpies did have thoughts of their own and did have other things to think about than feeding on half-blood flesh. But right now, that was all they thought about.<br><br>Each one had the body of a beautiful woman. Tall and slender with perky, naked breasts. But other than that, they were quite ugly. Their slender legs turned to scaled legs of a bird of prey with six inch long talons. From the shoulder down their arms was scaled flesh that turned into feathers. Feather mowhawks topped their hag like faces. Yellow, pointed teeth were used for ripping and tearing. Each had a thick collar with a broken metal chain hanging from their long necks. The collars were imprinted with, <em>'Please return to Camp Half-Blood if found.'</em><br><br>One of them sniffed the air and pointed to the stables, but by the time they got there Abigale and Vincent were gone. The horses stirred and clopped the ground at the harpies as they took off into the air again. This time they caught the scent of two half-bloods near the lake, or rather in it.<br><br>"Food for the harpies," one of them cackled as they skimmed the surface of the water. Circling it like vultures, each one with mouths dripping with saliva. Their talons causing ripples in the water, but none of them willing to risk ruining their wings by diving in to get the half-bloods at the bottom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 07:39:13</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint and Chloe in their own underwater little world, with Harpies hoovering above. </em></div><hr><br>He wanted to take her words as a challenge but what came out was a low groan as he pushed into her, feeling her body envelop him in the smooth tightness. The arm holding him up bent at the elbow, pushing their heads below their waistline as the hand at her hips guided her bottom higher. The joy of both of them being tall was not over looked. His forearm acted as a pillow for her from the much, pushing the tips of her breasts to graze into the silt, more so when the strokes of his body pushes into her slick depths. Clint's movements became harder, pushing the angle they were at as the blood rushed to their heads. <br><br>The hand at her hip groped at the fleshy sides, moving up and down her sides. His fingers spread and curled up and down her body before they slid around to her front, moving the hand between her thighs. His long slender digits did not stop until he blindly came across the top of her sex. He could feel his invading member pushing into her, the finger pads spreading those tight lips a little wider before he began to circle and fondle the clit he wanted to coax out of hiding. Finding it he applied a slow pressure onto it, fondling it as his finger tips rubbed. His breathing became a little labored, his lips dragging along her shoulder to her neck to bite and suckle with full intent to leave a mark on her skin for her to remember once she was back in her cabin. <br><br>Clint's strokes increased in pace, his chest pressed into her back. By then, the heat in the bubble was increasing and the muddy and sweaty sex was more exiting then he would have given credit for previously. His knees would slip, causing him to move back into place but keep the rhythm consistent, his hand between her thighs did not stop as his hedonistic tendencies began to surface. It began with the throbbing, his cock pulsing in her his testicles tightening and a grunt that was stifled to suppress the building climax. If anything he would hold out as long as possible, push Chloe to her limits. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 17:56:34</strong>
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				Chloe felt the change in position, direction, and she couldn't miss the fact that she much higher at her hips than at her shoulders now. She couldn't help feeling like the sweaty, slick sex was a bit more than she'd been prepared for, though that was hardly a bad thing. She felt his hand underneath her. His fingers spreading her lips had an immediate effect, as she shuddered and moaned, a sudden change in sensation seemed to be all it took.<br><br>She could feel all of his little movements against her clit, but as he began to stroke it, she practicall collapsed. Her arms spread out, she felt her breasts pressing into the silt and her legs sliding just a bit wider. She gave a whimper that turned into a moan when she closed her lips. She could feel him tensing inside of her, the pulse of his cock was not missed, and she squeezed against him consciously. She knew somehwere that what they were doing was more animal passion than anything to do with love, and she knew if he came, she'd climax quite hard, though she had a feeling, if she came, he wouldn't be able to take it either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 23:36:21</strong>
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				<div align="center">Harold and Rosetta slip off to the lake for a 'swim'</div><br>Harold barely had time to admire the sight of the lake before Rosetta pressed her lips against his.&nbsp; Letting out a startled, pleased moan, he eagerly kissed her back, his hands moving to rest on her back, just above her rear.&nbsp; He pulled her body flush against his own, letting out a groan as his erection dug into her belly.<br><br>After a minute, he pulled away to catch his breath, grinning down at her.&nbsp; "Mmm, well, someone seems to be eager.&nbsp; Not that I'm going to complain of course."&nbsp; Looking around to make sure no one else was around, he stepped back and took her hands, leading her to the shore.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 23:41:09</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta with Harold at the lake.</em></div><br>Pressing her body further against him as she felt his hands move down, she was already breathing hard as he moved them to the shore. Perhaps it had been the erotic dreams she'd had the previous night, but honestly...she was horny...and she wanted him. When they reached the edge of the water, Rose separated herself and reached down to remove her t-shirt. Slipping out of her pajama pants and flip-flops, she was left in only her panties and bra. Turning away from him, she teasingly played with the clasp of her bra before unhooking it and tossing it aside. Her hands reached down to her panties, and she shimmied out of them. Completely nude, only her rose tattoo was colorful on her nude body...as well as her pink nipples of course. Grinning, she turned and jumped in the water, sinking and then coming back up like a mermaid to look at Harold and beckon with her finger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 23:50:17</strong>
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				He stood frozen on the shore as he watched her undress, revealing her body one article of clothing at a time.&nbsp; And when she turned away, teasing him as she removed her bra and panties, he knew that he was the hardest he'd ever been.<br><br>When she turned and ran to the water, leaping in, then beckoning him to her, he broke out of his daze and quickly undressed.&nbsp; It was slow going, getting into the water without his brace, and he wasn't nearly as graceful as she had been jumping in, but it was worth it when he found himself next to her, his hands resting on her hips.&nbsp; Leaning in, his lips sought out hers once more, his hands pulling her closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 23:57:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>She watched as he undressed, turning more aroused by the minute and wanting to feel him against her immediately. When he came in, she kissed him passionately and then slowly moved her hands down his body. Luckily they were in shallow water, and for what she wanted to do...that would be useful. Slowly, she moved down over his shoulders...chest...abdomen...and kissed all the way down until she was on her knees. Grasping his ass with one hand to keep her balance, she looked up at him with her large blue eyes and then took her free hand to cup and massage his balls.<br><br>Leaning in, she placed a sweet kiss to the tip of his cock, and then swirled her tongue over it. Going lower, she licked lines up and down the shaft until it was good and wet, and then she took him into her mouth...immediately deep.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 00:11:44</strong>
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				He couldn't hold back his moans as her hands and lips moved down his body, his own hands roaming over the parts of her he could reach.&nbsp; As she knelt before him and looked up at him, his eyes widened as he realized what she was going to do.&nbsp; As she took him into her hand, his balls twitching and throbbing with desire, he slid his hands to her hair, fingers running through the wet curls.<br><br>A shiver ran along his spine as she kissed the tip of his shaft, a hiss escaping through his teeth as her tongue swirled around it.&nbsp; And when she took him into her mouth, his head fell back as he let out a loud moan, the risk of anyone hearing him the last thing on his mind. "Oooohhhh...fuck!"&nbsp; His head falling forward, he grinned down at her as he felt his cock throbbing in her mouth.&nbsp; "You realize of course, that I'm going to have to return the favor once you're done down there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 00:15:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint and Chloe in their own underwater little world, with Harpies hoovering above. </em></div><hr><br>Clint's mind surged with wicked thoughts of Chloe, unintentionally sending his sister those lustful thoughts the two shared with their link when they were around one another. The sound she made only had him give her body the last few pumps, driving deep into her body. He was not sure when her body began and his ended by the point, the raw animalistic lust surfacing as he got closer. His hand between her thighs were in a frenzy now, the grunts of his labored breath louder and rolling into the back of her neck and head. His muddy hand turned and reached around her throat, fingers squeezing slightly until he felt the first wave jet out of him and into her. He groaned deeply, spurting the thick ropes into her, his hips pumping till the last drop was drained from his tensing testicles. <br><br>At long last he let them fall into the slick silt, his muscles demanding rest at long last. To prevent her from getting a face full of mud he turned them onto their sides, his hand smearing the mud into her body as he groped and squeezed her breasts. His fingers slid smoothly over the surface of ehr skin, the nipple slippery with the sweat and silt that had sheeted her body in the process.<br>"So who wins...or can we call it a tie." <br>He chuckled softly, hoping she did not expect some type of pillow talk from him, if she knew him she would not. As his breathing calmed he eased away from her and helped her to her feet. However long they were under water, it was late into the night and they should at least try to get some form of rest that night. The harpies above still waiting for their feast.<br><br><hr><br>(This happened the night before, so no one at the lake in the early morning will be bothered by the harpies...maybe, depends on what Michi rules)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 00:17:30</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>Rose groaned and nodded.<br><br>"But for now, just enjoy..."<br><br>Smiling at him, she goes back and takes one third of his cock into her mouth. Suckling it, she then goes deeper...and deeper...taking a break between each descent and making sure she had enough air. She hits the back of her mouth and she pauses briefly before taking a deep breath and diving...taking him completely into her throat and attaching her lips to the base. Pulling in her cheeks, she feels her wet mouth lubing his cock up, and she gags on the tip...her eyes watering, but loving it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 00:31:32</strong>
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				"Oohhh, don't worry, I am..."&nbsp; As she took him deeper and deeper, he had to resist the urge to buck his hips, to push his cock down her throat&nbsp; He didn't want to hurt or gag her.&nbsp; So he held back, kept his hips still.&nbsp; He gazed down at her when he felt the tip of his cock bump against the back of her throat, thinking that was all she would take.&nbsp; When he saw her prepare herself, then push forward to swallow every last bit of him, another hiss escaped, his fingers gripping her hair.&nbsp; This was the first time a girl had taken in all of him, and it felt incredible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 00:55:48</strong>
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				Chloe came as soon as she Clint grab her throat. She let her mouth fall open, closing her eyes and riding the feeling. It wasn't long before Clint was finished, and Chloe let him pull her to the side, as they lay down. She breathed hard, but her breath was slowing as she rested against Clint. She wasn't much of one for pillow-talk, unless the sex was bad, and she knew Clint probably wasn't, it would've surprised her if he was anyway.<br><br>"Wasn't it obvious?" she said, "I won, silly boy."<br><br>She sat up, uneasy from a bit of fatigue, engendered by the position Clint had managed to put her in. She couldn't say it had been comfortable for most of her body, but it had some benefits, primarily the fact that she'd come in record time.<br><br>"Its past curfew," she said, when Clint helped her to her feet. She immediately felt completely filthy, a state that to her, was probably the most disagreeable she knew, she hadn't minded a bit of mud during the sex, but she was badly in need of a swim, which it seemed she was going to get.<br><br>"Grab you dagger, and then up we go," she said, "take a deep breath though, I'm defiantely going to try to bring us up closer to shore, I left my trident there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 02:40:11</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Clint and Chloe heading up to the surface. </em></div><hr>Bending to the side to retrieve his green glowing dagger he wiped the much off on his thigh before slipping playfully behind her back and ran the sharpened blade up her body slowly. The mud collected at the edges, stopping shy from the under side of her breasts before he wiped it clean across her belly once more with a control that would leave not even leave a hairline scratch on her skin. If he wanted it to cut he could, but it was more fun to toy with the idea that he might and could. <br>"This old thing..."<br>His lips whispered into the back of her neck, biting into the skin before he turned her to face him, caressing her chin with his fingers as the other hand slid the dagger back into its sheath. A kiss was taken from her lips, most likely it would be the last exchange they would make after going separate ways after getting to the surface.<br>"Be lucky I am not the one to take advantage of an unarmed "Hero"."<br>How he hated that word, more so then some of the ones Cecilia instead on using. Taking a deep breath of air he waited for the bubble to collapse and prepare to swim back to the surface to retreat to his cabin for the night. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 06:09:59</strong>
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				"Funny," she said, flatly, "I could've sworn you just said that standing at the bottom of a lake." She smirked and took his wrist in her hand, looking upward as the bubble burst. The weight of the water collapsing in them was quite sufficient to crush both of them flat, were it not for the fact that Chloe had the foresight to pull Clint down and to the side. The water rushing in to fill the volume of the now rising, and numerous small air bubbles came from the sides as well as above, and On the sides the flow was rather pleasant, if slightly jarring. She swam hard, feeling the mud and sweat wash away with each stroke.<br><br>She surface not twenty feet from her still-upright trident, pulling Clint up onto the beach, knowing just his disorienting swimming like that was to the children of other, less water-friendly gods. She immediately dried, water running off her skin like she'd become solid glass. Her hair was instantly dry, and she could run, without the hinderance of being wet, or having wet hair, which was now pleasantly messy. She ran straight for her Trident, mind only on the sure knowledge that the Harpies had not missed their transgressing curfew, at the lake. She sincerely hoped they smelled Clint on her, in her, because she was pretty sure Harpies had a thing for devouring male heroes in front of their lovers. Or maybe that was some other creature? She could never keep that straight. She only had two categories of monster knowledge, like her categories with sex. With monsters they were, 'stab it until it dies,' or 'tricky bastards.' Harpies were in the former, so she didn't know jack shit about them, really, but still, she was pretty sure she heard the hero devouring thing somewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 19:05:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta with Harold...the morning after Clint &amp; Chloe.</em></div><br>Rosetta was smiling on the inside, and when he hissed and gripped her hair, she kept her head down there. Her lips moved around the base sensually, her cheeks contracted to form a tight sheath, her tongue moved in waves on the underside, her gag reflex massaged the head, her hand played gently with his balls and she moaned to vibrate the whole package. Her eyes watered and she choked a bit, but she was able to hold it for a few seconds before pulling off and gasping for air. Smiling up at him, she went right back to it and twisted her head as she went deep...and then back. Deep...and then back. She bobbed her head quickly, deep-throating his cock occasionally and then suckling on the tip in between.<br><br>Her blue eyes remained fixed on his gaze, and she was moaning in pleasure at doing this for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 21:14:01</strong>
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				Harold's toes were curling in the muddy bottom of the lake, panting moans and grunts slipping out as she worked on his cock.&nbsp; Everything she did, to work and please every inch of his shaft and balls, had his hips twitching and bucking slightly.&nbsp; Returning her smile, he let his head fall back again as she began to bob on his cock, swallowing and sucking again and again.&nbsp; He could already feel his balls beginning to tingle, an orgasm building up.&nbsp; "Fuck..I don't know if it's you, or part of being a child of Aphrodite, but I can never seem to hold on too long when I'm with you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 00:08:06</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>The young redhead loved his sounds and expressions, and smiled internally at his comment. Watching him with her eyes, she continued to bob her head on his cock, pulling off occasionally to dip below and lick his balls...even sucking them a bit. She worked hard and fast, wanting to bring him as much pleasure as possible. Pulling him in deep and tight, she sucked on him like there was no tomorrow, but made sure her teeth never touched. Swirling her tongue and twisting her head, she groaned and pleaded for his cum as she maintained eye contact.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 19:10:23</strong>
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				Harold could feel his orgasm building higher and higher as she sucked and worked his cock.&nbsp; The way she was making him feel was incredible; he didn't want to say anything, but this was the first time anyone had done this for him, his past girlfriend thinking it was gross.&nbsp; When she took him back in all the way, sucking for all she was worth, it was too much.&nbsp; He felt his orgasm crash into him, his cock jerking in her mouth, balls tightening up as his cum rushed out and down her throat.&nbsp; His head fell back, a loud groan pushing past his lips.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 08:18:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><em>Clint and Chloe depart for the night...</em></div><hr><br><em>Shit.....</em><br>How could he have forgotten about the stuffy bubble with the warm air. With the dagger in the holster he felt his lungs take in that last breath of air before the water was on them. Only because of her did he manage to to get swept under the water in the coming deluge, preventing him from being crushed by the water and in possible harm's way. Breaking the surface of the water he coughed up some water that had manged to rush into him and threaten to fill his lungs. <br><strong>"A little warning next time..." </strong><br>He watched her as she went to her weapon, his eyes glancing to the darkened sky for any signs of the harpies and&nbsp; found none. Opting to stay nude and simply toss his clothing under an arm, it was his turn to play the "disorientating" vertigo game. Placing a hand on her shoulder he pulled her the short jump into the sulfur scented pathway of the underworld before leaving her at the footsteps of her father's cabin. Clint was gone, found in his bed as he could finally get some sleep after being dragged out, fucked, fed and saving a first time camping red-head. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 00:04:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>Rose groaned and suctioned her lips tightly around his cock as it jerked and spasmed. He shot load after load of his salty seed down her throat, which she drunk down eagerly. Her eyes watching his face, she drank every last drop and sucked it down. <br><br>Finally, when he was done, she pulled off of him with a pop and licked him clean. Licking her lips, she swallowed one last time and smiled up at him, enjoying his post-orgasmic euphoria.<br><br>"Mmm...delicious."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 02:14:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Panting, gasping for air, Harold looked down at her, watching as she swallowed every drop, not allowing any to escape her mouth.&nbsp; His hands moved from her hair to her shoulders, and when she released his cock, he sank to his knees.&nbsp; Leaning in, he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her, not caring that she had just swallowed a heavy load of his seed.&nbsp; If it had been anyone else's, he would have been reluctant, but since it was his he didn't mind.&nbsp; <br><br>His lips didn't linger on hers anyway; soon he was kissing, nibbling his way along her jawline down to her neck.&nbsp; His hands weren't idle either; they moved down from her shoulders, wandering over her body, stroking and squeezing, eager to return every bit of pleasure she had given him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 02:46:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>Rosetta smiled, but then gasped as he sank to his knees. She was in the water, but she soon crawled them over to the shore. She kissed him back passionately, and when he nibbled down to her neck, she groaned and she laid back on the grassy ground. Breathing hard, she was eager for him, and her whole body writhed in need.<br><br>"Mmm...."<br><br>Her legs spread a bit instinctively, and her wet nipples puckered in the cool air.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>14-09-2010, 02:56:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Following her to the shore, he knelt between her open legs, his lips traveling from her neck, down to her collarbone.&nbsp; He nipped and nibbled on her flesh, his hands moving in different directions on her body.&nbsp; One hand slid up to cup a breast, rubbing and kneading it firmly, feeling her swollen nipple dragging over his palm.&nbsp; His other hand dipped between her thighs, fingertips gliding over her hot, sensitive flesh.<br><br>As he stroked and teased her body, he kissed his way down to her other breast, lips spiraling up the soft mound, trailing kisses all the way up to the stiff peak.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 21:56:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She spread her legs for him and whimpered as he kissed over her collarbone. She was soaking wet, and that wasn't counting the water from the lake. Groaning, her nipples were taut with need, and she swallowed before bucking her hips against his questing hand. <br><br>"Oh....God"<br><br>Her nether lips were swollen, hot and slick, and when his mouth began to suckle on her nipple, she exhaled in bliss and writhed beneath his strong body.<br><br>"Mmmm...that feels amazing."<br><br>His smooth caresses and touches were wonderful, and she couldn't get enough. Her toes curled into the dirt, and she reached to grasp his shoulders as he pleasured her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 22:13:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He could feel her juices pouring out of her, her flesh hot and swollen against his fingers.&nbsp; As he continued to caress and tease her pussy, he nipped sharply at the stiff nub between his teeth, then pulled away to look down at her.&nbsp; Seeing her like this, squirming and writhing from his touch, he had to smile and lean in to kiss her lips.&nbsp; "Don't cum too quickly now.&nbsp; I still need to taste you."<br><br>He once again began to kiss his way down her body, this time not stopping at her breasts.&nbsp; As he kissed and nibbled down her belly, his tongue dipped into her belly button, swirling around for a moment before continuing down.&nbsp; His hands spread her thighs open, his breath washing over her flesh as he took a good, long look at her sex.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 22:19:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>She was twisting and panting in need as he caressed her sensitive lips, and the nip to her pink tips made her gasp in bliss. She loved a bit of pain mixed in. Her lips returned his kiss, but when he spoke, she whimpered and nodded in understanding. <br><br>He descended down her body, kissing over her quivering tummy and finally reaching the area she so desperately wanted him to touch. Spreading her legs lewdly, she spoke desperately as he simply observed her pink shaved lips.<br><br>"Please...please, I need to feel your lips down there."<br><br>She tried to grind her hips against him, but she didn't have the control...he did. And he knew it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 22:28:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Listening to her whimper, and plead for his lips, he could feel himself growing hard again.&nbsp; His hands kept her hips pressed down, and still for him, and when he glanced up at her, a smirk spread onto his face.&nbsp; He wanted to tease her now, to see how far he could push her until he had her begging him to make her cum.<br><br>Turning his head to the side, he ignored her pussy, his tongue slipping out to slowly drag along her inner thighs.&nbsp; He could taste her juices, a light moan slipping out, and he began to clean her flesh, lapping up every trace of her juices from her thighs.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 22:38:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>Her face was flushed, and she panted as her body moved restlessly, even as he kept her hips stationary. Letting out a frustrated whimper, she looked down and almost growled at his smirk, but she was too busy thinking about his tongue on her clit to say anything. <br><br>When he purposely ignored her pussy, though, she let out a cry of outrage! She kept trying to maneuver her hips to his mouth, but his hands were firm as they held her down. Hissing in need, she swore she was almost a faucet as she felt juices leaking down her thighs at an outlandish rate. <br><br>"Please! Please...I need it...so badly...I'll do anything...please!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>15-09-2010, 22:47:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Harold found that trying to clean her thighs was like trying to push a boulder up a hill; every time you push the boulder up, it always rolled back down, and every time he cleaned one part of her, her juices would pour out and coat it once more.&nbsp; He didn't mind too much though, her scent was intoxicating, the taste of her better than anything he'd ever had.<br><br>Listening to her pleading increase, her promises of doing anything, he looked up and smirked again.&nbsp; "Anything huh?&nbsp; I think I like the sound of that.&nbsp; Alright, I'll give you what you want."&nbsp; Moving in, he pressed his lips against her pussy, and wasted no time.&nbsp; His tongue thrust out, delving into her, probing and exploring, drinking her juices as they flowed into his mouth.&nbsp; Pulling away after only a few moments of that, he latched onto her clit, wrapping his lips around it, sucking firmly as the tip of his tongue swirled around the swollen, throbbing nerve cluster.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 10:37:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>His tongue felt like heaven on her thighs, so she could only imagine what it would feel like on her sex. She smiled down at him, but then her head fell back with a cry of bliss as he finally pressed his lips to her nether ones. <br><br>"Oh yes!"<br><br>Her whole body shuddered as he descended onto her slick heat, and she wrapped her legs around his head to thrust against his face. She had been so desperate that she knew it wouldn't take but a few more licks to send her screaming into oblivion. When he latched onto her clit, she let out a deep groan that seemed to almost shake the earth in its intensity.<br><br>"OH fuck....r-right there! Oh God....I...I can't hold out....l-long this time...I'm so...ready!"<br><br>She whimpered and writhed in pleasure as her pussy began clenching in preparation.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>16-09-2010, 17:43:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened to her cries, glad that there was no one around to hear them.&nbsp; Though he wouldn't have stopped even if there were other people around, an interruption to their fun was the last thing he wanted.&nbsp; He sucked harder on her clit as her legs wrapped around his head, the tip of his tongue lashing rapidly against the swollen bead.<br><br>Hearing her announce her closeness, Harold wanted to make her cum hard.&nbsp; He wanted to push her into an orgasm so hard, it would earn its nickname of 'little death'.&nbsp; &nbsp; Pressing his lips tight to her clit, he started to hum around as he sucked, a hand reaching in, plunging two fingers inside her, twisting and curling as they sought out her g-spot.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 21:33:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>It didn't take long for Rose to cum...clenching powerfully around his tongue. Crying out, she whimpered and tossed her head, screaming his name in ecstasy as she flooded his face.<br><br>"YES! YES! YES!"<br><br>Her nerve endings exploded in delicious fireworks, and she shook as her body felt light and heavenly. Finally, she returned to earth and collapsed back on the ground...limp.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 22:47:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				His fingers continued to thrust into her even as her orgasm took over, her pussy clenching down on the digits.&nbsp; Releasing her clit, he moved in to lap at her juices as they poured out of her, drinking as much as he could.&nbsp; When her orgasm subsided, her body relaxing on the grass, he slid his fingers from her and kissed his way up to her lips.&nbsp; His chin slick with her honey, he grinned down at her.&nbsp; "So, I take it you enjoyed that, then..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 23:03:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>She chuckled and nodded, curling into his body as she licked her juices off his chin and kissed him.<br><br>"I believe you're safe in that assumption."<br><br>Grinning, she sighed and cuddled against him fondly, relaxing a bit as the sun rose higher and the gentle lap of the lake against the shore met her ears. <br><br>"I suppose we should go back soon and take a shower...unless you want to do more."<br><br>She chuckled.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 23:17:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling, he stretched out and snuggled close, the sounds of the lake relaxing.&nbsp; Leaning in to nibble along her jawline, a hand reached down, fingertips dancing along her hip.&nbsp; "As fun as it would be to just stay here and relax all day, especially with such a wonderful girl by my side, we probably should be heading back soon.&nbsp; Chiron did say something about showing me around."<br><br>Nibbling his way up to her ear, he nipped at her earlobe, his hand moving from her hip to her thigh.&nbsp; "Of course, if you think he can wait a little longer, I'm sure we could find some way to occupy our time some more."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 02:03:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><em>Rosetta</em></div><br>Rose chuckled and shook her head. <br><br>"If we don't leave now, I don't think we ever will." <br><br>Grinning, she kissed him sweetly and then rolled away, standing up and getting dressed again. Helping Harold up, she sighed happily and waited for him to dress before heading off down the trail to the main camp. What a wonderful way to start a morning!<br><br>She honestly didn't know how she'd be able to control her nymphomaniac urges now that she'd let them loose, but she was loving it right now. Aphrodite would be proud.<br><br><div align="center"><em>Heading back to the main camp...</em></div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Camp Half-Blood (Lake and Stables)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tonalberry</strong> on <strong>19-09-2010, 05:28:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"And that would be a bad thing how?&nbsp; We could set up a tent, and have someone bring us food every day." Grinning, he pushed himself to his feet and got dressed, following her back to camp.&nbsp; &nbsp; So far, today was headed in a good direction, and he hoped that the rest of the day would be just as good.<br><br>A thought occurred to him, and he turned to grin at her again as they walked.&nbsp; "You know, I'm starting to think that Camp Half-Blood might not be the best name for this place.&nbsp; Maybe they should rename it to Cam Hanky-Panky.&nbsp; What do you think?"
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