alienwear | Dumbshit urban fantasy AU

"I don't know what that means." And from her tone, she's quite disinclined to care. "Anyway, I'm hungry." She says again, like it's something entirely profound.

In reality, it's Tuesday, and this bullshit is the standard when it comes to her. "And I want you."

A rush of warmth floods Peridot's cheeks. She always likes it when Lapis frames her needs like that. In the context of wanting her. Makes it pretty hard to say no.

Alas...

"Oh! Oh... Uh. Can you just give me like, five minutes, so I can finish up this round?" she urges, picking her controller back up. Her eyes are fixed on the countdown to respawn. "After that, I swear..."

"Can't you just pause it?" She doesn't understand technology, and this is absolutely the source of many of Peridot's frustrations. Like sure, Lapis intrinsically understands that Peridot is playing a game with other people who are likely miles and miles away, but she doesn't understand why she can't just pause it.

"No, I can't, it's a LIVE MATCH," Peridot reminds her, knowing full well that this isn't the first time they've had this discussion and it DEFINITELY won't be the last. "You were locked in that crypt for how many hundreds of years? And you can't wait just five minutes?"

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Wow. Hey, rude. Bringing up her time locked in a crypt for hundreds of years! That's just plain rude.

And so Lapis bites down immediately, no longer waiting for permission, because surely Peridot can focus on two things at the same time, though if she was smart she'd prioritize focusing on Lapis more than her game.

This time it's a doggish yelp, right into her microphone. Peridot brings a paw up and swipes the headset right off onto the floor so she doesn't continue to yell directly into it, floppy-tipped pointed ears springing upright.

"Lapis!?" the werewolf immediately snaps indignantly, demanding some kind of apology or explanation, but it's already too late. There comes the head rush, the woozy feeling as the leading edges of the trance start to kick in. She'd started to twist in her chair to confront the vampire, but now she flops back down in it, whether by necessity from the dizziness or because Lapis is holding her in place.

It's probably, definitely both.

She does loosen her hold one Peridot once she's sure she won't be fighting back. Not that she probably would have anyway, but it's always a nice reassurance, a hard to kick habit from long, long ago.

At least she's not as messy as she once was. Once where she'd drain a meal and leave pools of blood, Lapis is far more caring to not waste a single drop. Probably because of how infrequently she gets to enjoy a meal like this now.

Peridot is a meal to be savoured! Even if she tastes a bit like dog. At least it's something alive for a change.

And fight back she does not, because now she's remembering just how much she actually enjoys having Lapis's mouth on her neck, and the sting of her fangs in her veins.

"O..Oooooooooo... shit," Peridot murmurs with vague awe, eyelids drooping half-way. There's a keen awareness of her own heartbeat in this moment, as it pounds steadily away in her chest while Lapis takes what she wants. "I can't believe you couldn't wait just five minutes..."

Her speech is maybe just a tiny bit slurred.

Lapis gives a hum of acknowledgement, but considering what she's doing, it's not like she can verbally respond. She does, however, reach forward with one hand, sliding it along Peridot's arm to lace their fingers together, because if she remembers right, Peridot loves that sappy shit.

Lapis herself doesn't care too much for it, but it's something Peridot likes, and she supposes it's the least she can do for chomping down on her like that, even if it was in response to a very rude comment.

It's a spot-on gesture. Peridot whines appreciatively, squeezing Lapis's hand lightly. Her tail would be thumping away with enthusiasm, if she wasn't currently sitting back on it.

Being fed on by a vampire would be bad news for most people, but as a werewolf, Peridot is immune to the curse the bite would normally transmit, and she heals and recovers blood at a remarkably fast pace. So really, she just gets to enjoy the sweet pain she adores so much, and the blissful mind-wiping effects of the victim's trance.

Her lupine jaws part in a doofy canine grin, and she begins to pant lightly...

See, this is just funny to her, between the returned squeeze on her hand and the way Peridot starts panting. There's really only one way this is going to end at this point.

Once she's had her fill she pulls away, pressing her tongue against the wound she'd inflicted to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding, since she's feeling far more charitable after a meal than before when she'd been entirely parched.

"Thanks for the food."

It's like a bubble popping, the way Peridot comes back to herself so abruptly. She blinks a few times in quick succession. A quick glance at the television shows that however long that whole process took, it was long enough for her game console to go into sleep mode. She's pretty annoyed about that! But she hasn't gotten it together enough to give Lapis any more grief about it.

"I feel like I need to eat three entire raw steaks," Peridot groans, pushing a paw through her hair. You'd think that after losing a bunch of blood she'd be feeling cold and shaky, but for some reason she feels... Unbearably warm...?

...Oh.

A glance downward reveals why that is: There's a tent in the crotch of her lounge pants. Whoops.

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The tent in Peridot's pants isn't unnoticed! And Lapis hasn't pulled away yet, so that's something for Peridot at least.

"You have that in the fridge, don't you?" She says, like she hasn't noticed anything, like she isn't drumming her fingers on top of Peridot's hand specifically to Entice her.

"U-uhhhuh," Peridot stammers, then pauses, gulping. It's sort of hard to think; Lapis just drank a whole bunch of her blood, and now some of what remains is presently being diverted into her dick? That doesn't leave a whole lot for her (typically) quick little brain to work with. "I definitely do. But. Uh." Her blue tongue darts out to wet her lips. "I can probably wait at least a little bit... To get those..."

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"Yeah? It's not like I can cook. Kind of left that ability back in the stone age." She says, extremely unhelpfully. "Though I'm guessing you probably don't want them cooked to begin with, huh."

"You know I don't," Peridot scoffs, a touch indignant that Lapis would even joke about not knowing that. There's a twisted grin across her lips now though; she's catching up, just lagging a few steps behind Lapis in this weird little game. "Forget about the steaks. I'm more interested in making sure you're not going to pull a... Dine and dash on me, Lazuli."

(Booooo)

"What, me? Never. I always pay for my meals." And then, because she's wearing a look, she pulls away, starting to root through her pocket.

"I'm sure I've got a five in here somewhere." Which is a lie. She doesn't. She has no cash on her ever, because Vampires just don't need that kind of thing!

Peridot lets her hand drop when Lapis pulls away, moaning dramatically.

"Suck my dick, Lazuli," she groans, shoving a paw down her own pants. It's both an insult, AND a request!

"Is that a request?" She asks, knowing full well that it is in fact, a request and an insult in one breath. And judging by her playful tone, she doesn't have any actual problems with following up that offer, but she does want to hear Peridot actually ask for it.

"Ye-- Yes," Peridot groans, breath hitching as she gives herself a squeeze. That's all there is to it!

Well, that's not very encouraging. So Lapis moves around to the front of the beanbag chair which, for the record, it's hard to be sexy and seducing when you're going to blow someone sitting in a beanbag chair, and Lapis absolutely hates it, deep down in whatever soul she might have left.

"Ask nicely then, and I'll think about it."

You're the one that went and pressed her horny buttons while she was sitting in the damn beanbag chair, Lapis! You have only yourself to blame!

"Oh my god," she groans, amused, but mildly exasperated. "Please?"

SHE FED YOU.

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Wow? Wow. She's not the weirdo who gets off being bitten. This is strictly Peridot's own problem, and Lapis is a saint for helping her deal with it.

Especially as the bean bag chair destroys any sort of mood she's going for as it crunches gently as Lapis kneels to take off Peridot's pants. Or like, at least shuffle them down enough to reveal her dick.

"This chair sucks. You really need to get a better one."

"We can just move if it bothers you that much," Peridot points out, following up after an appreciative hiss that comes from her dick being freed from Pants Prison. "You don't need to take it out on my chair, which is perfectly comfortable and serviceable for most situations.

"It's a glorified dog bed. And also horrible for your posture." What with all the slumping and crunching, but obviously it bothers Lapis less than she makes it seem, because she's already ducking her head to wrap her lips around Peridot's dick.

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