That groan is music to her fuzzy ears. Each suck brings Peridot closer and closer to the brink, her breaths growing tighter and shallower as her arousal builds. Taking in her whole length might begin to prove challenging, as the werewolf's sensitive knot bulges out; the brush of the vampire's lips against it is making her grow ever more dizzy with pleasure, and she can barely stand it.Subconsciously, the fingers in Lapis's hair tense, until their hold borders just on the edge of painful...

"Lapis," Peridot moans desperately after a minute of this, this time with a particular note of warning in her tone. She wants to give her ample warning to pull away. Just in case Lapis doesn't feel like swallowing a bunch of werewolf spunk on top of all the blood she just drank.