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Grove of Dodona
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Lena
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Aug 13, 2016 12:30PM
Blaise slid his tongue into her mouth.
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After making sure the twins were okay, she kissed him again. She moved one of her hands up his chest and the other lightly rubbed him over his crotch.
She moaned softly, moving her mouth to his neck, pressing kisses against his skin. She wrapped a leg around his waist, rubbing him over the crotch over his jeans a little harder
She gasped softly, pulling away. "Blaise..." She whispered, her voice filled with lust. She moved her hands to tangle it in his hair, kissing him harder. She grinded softly against his crotch.
Blaise deepened the kiss. After a little bit, he pulled away. "We should go back to the cabin." He whispered.
Blaise kissed her before setting her down and walking back to the stroller, where the twins were sleeping.
She cleared her throat, fixing her shirt before following him to the twins. She took Azaleas, carefully pushing her stroller.
Margot ran after a pair of nymphs through the forest with one of her mother's Stygian iron maces in her hands, ready to pulverize the laughing dryads. Her normally neat, lemon blonde hair was a mess on her head. A dangerous look was in her hazel eyes. The two dryads ran towards the grove and disappeared into the trees. Margot ran to the trees and yelled at them, hitting the tree trunks with the spiked end.
Channary raised an eyebrow, red lollipop in her mouth. "Interesting." She commented after a while, amused.
One of the nymphs reappeared in the branches and stuck her green tongue at Margot, who gasped and dropped her mace. "How dare you mock me!" She immediately slid her bow and released an arrow into the branches within two seconds. The arrow would have pierced the nymph directly in the middle of the space between her eyes if the tree spirit had disappeared at instant slower.
Channary chuckled, grabbing another lollipop. Strange, shes fighting against...what exactly? She wondered.
Margot gave the tree another glare before slipping her bow across her shoulders. She pulled out her knife from her boot and a small mirror from her pocket. She peered into the reflective surface and sighed. Those mischievous dryads had cut off parts of her hair as well as ruined all of her beautiful, red dresses. She pulled her hair around her face evenly before slashing off four inches of hair all around to make it a little more even. She moved the mirror at different angles to see how it looked. That was when she saw Channary reflected in the mirror.
Channary grinned, holding her hand up and waving her fingers. "Hello." She said, studying her with an amusedgrin.
Margot looked up at her in surprise before composing her expression into a smile. "Hello," she said.
Margot studied her for a moment. "Margot, daughter of Eros," she said. Her expression relaxed a little. "What about you, sweetie?"
Channary's grin widened. "Channary, daughter of The goddess of pleasure." she said instead. She remembered Dakota's suggestion of the girl.
Margot looked her over slowly, not hiding that she was checking her out. She smirked a little. "What type of pleasure?" she asked. Her hazel eyes gleamed with mischief..
Margot laughed lightly. Perhaps other girls would blush or giggle at this sort of flirtation, but for Margot, she merely looked at her with amusement. "I do all kinds of pleasure," she said. "I don't do just one type." She played with Channary's dark hair with gentle fingers as she gazed up at her with hazel eyes that could be dangerous and mischievous as well as beautiful.
Channary grinned, putting a hand on her hip. "The one i know you aim for." She said, not really affected with the whole flirting thing. She had already had so much of it that it now didn't even feel real.
Margot glanced down at the hand on her hip. "So, sweetie, I see you have heard about me," she said. Most people did since she had been at camp for eleven years. She was also known for her hobbies- gossiping, matchmaking and, of course, flirting. But she liked to think that she was not as low as some people thought. "But maybe not as much as you seem to think," said Margot, stepping away from Channary. She kept her voice and expression calm and steady, but her eyes were unreadable. "So what did you hear?"
Channary shrugged. "That your like me." She said, walking around her. "You aren't capable of..more than a Sex or just friendship types of Relationships." She said, raising an eyebrow at her. "Am I wrong?"
Margot looked at her for a moment. That was not true was it...? She had a boyfriend at one point. True, their relationship had not last more than a couple weeks. A very rocky two weeks. And yet, there was never any talk of sex. At least, not beyond a little teasing and flirtation. Yet... That was her longest relationship. Only two weeks. "Perhaps not," she said.
She smiled sadly. "Then let me help you out. I'll be your friend and you'll be mine. Maybe then, we can grief our totally sad life together."
Margot perked up a bit. "I don't intend to let grief and misery get the best of me," she said with a smile. "I don't believe in just sleeping with anyone like most people like to think, but I would consider a casual hookup once in a while." She offered her a playful smile. She reached up on her toes to press a light kiss to Channary's lips.
Channary grinned, biting Margots bottom lip. "I don't mind it either." She said before pressing her lips against hers, lips parted slightly.
Margot let out a light exhale of breath when she felt her teeth on her lip. She kissed her back and wrapped her arms around her neck, backing up against one of the tree trunks.
Channary pulled away slightly, kissing Margots neck. "I expect you not throw a jealousy fit when you see me with someone else, right?" She said, licking her neck before sucking gently
"I did say casual, didn't I?" Margot said, breathlessly. She moaned softly. "Casual meaning you can come and have some fun when you feel like it." She slipped her hands up her shirt.
She laughed against her bottom lip, sucking on it. "Good, because I want have some fun." She says, her hand moving down to Margots butt and squeezing, her other hand moving underneath her shirt to her bra, rubbing underneath it.
Margot groaned. "You definitely know how to have fun," she said. She squeezed her chest beneath her shirt.
Channary laughed, her hand rubbing the middle of her jeans. "They dont call me a hoe for no reason." She said, kissing her harder.
A louder moan escaped her lips. The area between her legs moistened. Her hands slid up her back and undid the clasp of her bra before moving back over to cup her chest beneath her shirt. Instinctively, she began to move her hips, grinding against her hand.
Channary laughed, pulling away. "Seems like now, we are stuck to just speaking." She said, smirking. "Lets just say mother nature decided today was the say to say I ain't prego."



