Pass the test, t-taste the flesh (scrooge x magica)

[blackmagicduck]

 One of the disadvantages of immortal youth was that it sometimes limited her options. If she wanted something fresh and young, she needed to be where the fresh and young people where, and gods, their music was awful. What happened to the good old days of violins and organs?

So imagine her surprise as she viewed the buffet to find one snack that looked older than most. She raised an eyebrow - he didn't seem to be in any midlife crisis. The exact opposite, in fact - like if he had any real choice, he wouldn't be here. Well... she could fix that for him.

She licked her lips, and then made her way across the room. A gorgeous beauty like her, it was like parting the ocean waves with a hand. She was by his side within seconds, sizing him up.

Nice, very nice. He even smelled delicious.

"Congratulations, you're the most miserable person here, and I think that includes the janitor."

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[blackmagicduck]

She watched him try to rise, frowning a bit.

"Do you need any help?" Even with the enchantment off, he was still very inebriated.

[richestduck]

"Ah think Ah can 'member--hiccup! Hic!"

He stumbled and ended up back on his rear, his back against her. He laughed again.

"Whoopsh! Hic! Lez try tha' agin--hiccup!"

He took another hefty swig to fortify himself, not getting back up just yet.

[blackmagicduck]

That settled that. She began to stand up, taking his arm. "Remember, yes. Walk, no. Here we go..."

[richestduck]

At least he wasn't so drunk that his legs could hardly support him. As it was, he did need to lean on her, the bottle still held tightly in his grip.

"Ye know, fer some--hip!--one who dozent drink, ye've got greeeeaaaat tayshte." He took another swig. "Er are ye gettin' it shecond-hand from--hic!"

[blackmagicduck]

She led him along, not minding the heavy weight.

"I do my research, find out the best brands and what's closest, and then... If you want to get technical, I steal it. I enchant people to hand it over and they have no memory of it."

[richestduck]

Scrooge clicked his tongue. "Ye shud send me yer--hic!--lisht. Hip! Ah pro'lly haff it in me--hiccup!--shellar allalaredy."

[blackmagicduck]

"No need for anyone to raise eyebrows about why you're using it all of a sudden." She lightly pat his arm. "Just let me take care of things."

[richestduck]

He shook his head, waggling a finger of his bottle hand at her. "Leh me worry 'bout--hic!--shmugglin' out the wine. Hiccup! If anybody ashksh, Ah'm the bosh. Ah can do whad Ah--hiccup!--whad Ah--HIC!" He took another gulp, the bottle almost empty now. "Whad Ah want. Hiccup!"

[blackmagicduck]

She began to worry that him shaking his head too much would make him upchuck. "We'll worry about that later. Just keep walking nice and straight, all right?"

[richestduck]

While he wasn't on the road to being a full-blown alcoholic, every two weeks having quite a bit of booze was helping him build up at least somewhat of a tolerance.

He kept walking as she bid until they reached the restroom. "Ah've got if from--hic!"

He leaned in to give her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "Ye shtay here an' look beauti--hic!--pretty."

[blackmagicduck]

At least he was sweet even when loaded. "I'll be here, handsome."

[richestduck]

He laughed and made his way into the restroom. When he came back out five minutes later, he leaned against the door frame, the now-empty bottle still in his hand.

"Alllll right. Hic! Ah've gotta full--hic!--tank. Shoupz on!"

[blackmagicduck]

Well, now that he was "okay" with it, it was a little weird. "Normally I enchant you so the pain lessens and you blank out... Are you sure you just want me to go on in?"

[richestduck]

He wobbled forward, eyes half-lidded and sloppy smile on his beak in what his drunken brain interpreted as a sexy pose.

"Ah cannae feel a--Hip!--thin' right nao. 'Ssssidez Ah wanna ssssee--hic! An' mebbe we kin--hiccup!"

[blackmagicduck]

He was oddly adorable like this. "All right, if you insist. We'll see what you're ready for once I've had my fill."

She gently pushed him to the wall, in case he lost the strength in his legs. She leaned in, lightly kissing his neck to soften and ready the flesh there. After that, she took a breath, and stuck in her fangs.

[richestduck]

He laughed appreciatively as she kissed his neck, reaching out to grab her waist with his hands, the empty bottle dropping to the ground with a clunk. He tried to press himself into her through her dress just before she bit into his neck.

At that, he gave a startled yelp, but the alcohol had dulled the edge of the sensation so much that he relaxed again almost immediately. After a moment or two he began moaning appreciatively. Between the booze and his blood being sucked out of him, his head was swimming, and he liked it. The rest of the world and his worries were completely gone from his mind as it drifted aimlessly.

He hiccuped in her grip, removing one hand from her waist and reaching up to grab at her head to keep her fangs in his neck.

[blackmagicduck]

Hello, this was new. Her usual victims, if they were awake or sober, didn't react to being bitten with such... pleasure. She couldn't blame them - when she'd been bitten, it'd been a horrifying, painful event.

But if he was going to enjoy it, she certainly wasn't going to complain. She began to lap up what she was draining, taking it nice and slow. She kept her hands on his shoulders to keep him steady.

[richestduck]

He hiccuped and twitched in her grip, trying to thrust into her despite them both being fully clothed. Well, now he could understand why so many vampire stories spoke of the undead being so erotic.

Gods, she could drain him dry, and he'd be perfectly happy.

[blackmagicduck]

Not that she had any plans to - she wanted him alive, though his delicious blood made this difficult to remember at same. But after a while, she began to pull back, licking her lips and the remains of his neck.

"All done. And here I was worried."

[richestduck]

He slumped back against the wall even as his nether regions demanded to feel her envelop him.

"Ye sure ye're--hic!--done?" he slurred out dopily. "Donnae--hic!--ssssstarf yershelf nao. Hiccup! Ah kin take it."

[blackmagicduck]

"I take too much, you'll be useless tomorrow." She lightly pat his cheek. "Look at you, you're barely standing now. Let's lay you down." She took his hand, ready for him to lean on her again if need be.

[richestduck]

"Only if ye come wish me," he told her in as seductive a tone he could manage. He swayed forward and insistently ground his hips against hers. "Ah--hic!--Ah need ye."

[blackmagicduck]

She giggled - he was ridiculous, but in a charming way. "Of course, darling. You know I wouldn't leave you." Blood and sex - this night had turned out much better than either of them expected.

She pulled him along toward her bedroom, curious if he'd make it.

[richestduck]

He stumbled after her, ultimately flopping down onto her bed and trying to drag her down with him. Even as his body jerked from rather energetic hiccups, he pawed at her enthusiastically.

[blackmagicduck]

She laughed as she wound up on top of him, enjoying how eager he was. it was like seeing a shade of the real him beneath the stiffness and sadness. She kissed him deeply, hands moving to undress him quickly - there had been a temptation to tease him and draw it out, but perhaps that would be cruel.