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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[richestduck]

The slow action hurt. To be honest, it would've been better if she'd stuck her fangs in quickly since it would get right to the "good" part.

He tensed and jerked at the sensation, but he didn't cry out. Instead, he tried to focus on how she felt around him, his rhythm a bit off but he was still thrusting into her.

[blackmagicduck]

She was unsure how to make a bite feel gentle or less painful - it had never mattered before. She had usually just enchanted her victims or got them drunk enough so they wouldn't put up a fuss. Things had definitely changed.

Soon her fangs were in his flesh as deep as they could go, and she began to drain him carefully, filing herself while not taking too much from him.

[richestduck]

That part...that part was pleasant.

His head whirled and he moaned appreciatively as he evened out his rhythm. He reached around with one hand to squeeze her rear as the sudden dopamine high swept him up.

[blackmagicduck]

A wave of relief swept through her - so he didn't need to be drowning in booze in order to take pleasure from this. She'd have to remember it.

She pressed her hips to his, sucking him slowly, a hand cradling his head.

[richestduck]

The hand that had still been on her hip moved up to her head to keep her in place. Everything was strangely okay now that the world was out of focus from the blood loss. His thrusts came faster as everything tightened up, prepping for release.

[blackmagicduck]

As he picked up speed, she kept things slow, a reversal of things mere moments before. Their future was so open now - he no longer needed to make himself sick with drink in order for her to have a meal. He didn't need to suffer for her.

His continuous thrusts and delicious drink made her own pleasure rise, moaning into his neck. She'd likely finish seconds after he did.

[richestduck]

He gave a guttural scream as he released inside of her, still continuing to thrust in an effort to bring about her own climax. He felt intoxicated without the wine as his head spun.

[blackmagicduck]

A sound she could get used to - primal, animal, undeniable. As such, it was no surprise that her climax came within seconds, biting down even harder into him as a result. Her entire body shuddered, and she began to pull her her back, bits of blood dripping off her fangs even as she licked her lips.

[richestduck]

Scrooge slumped against her, the entire world swirling about him. He wasn't upset about it, but he wasn't sure if consciousness was a plausible state at this point.

[blackmagicduck]

She could see the struggle in his eyes, and nudged his cheek with her beak. "Rest." She whispered, body still trembling with the after-effects.

[richestduck]

"Sorry," he mumbled, the word slurred with exhaustion.

He went limp, fully collapsing.

[blackmagicduck]

Sorry for what? Giving her amazing sex, a full meal, and discovering that her bites didn't have to be surrounded by alcohol? Silly man.

She chuckled and laid down on his chest, content to sleep with him.

[richestduck]

Scrooge cuddled her in his sleep, unable to help himself. Even without consciousness, he needed to feel her beside her. He needed to know on some level that he wasn't alone and that she wasn't a dream.

[blackmagicduck]

As always, Magica woke up first. She stifled a yawn, gazing up at Scrooge with all the tenderness in her dark heart. she wanted to pet him, run her fingers through his whiskers and coo at him fondly, but he needed his rest - especially since she knew he'd take no care of himself in Germany.

[richestduck]

If she'd chosen to do either of those things, he likely wouldn't have awoken. Even without all the alcohol in his system, he had gone through a large amount of blood loss. His body needed time to rest and recover.

[blackmagicduck]

Eventually she moved off of hi,, only to snuggle up at his side and watch his sleeping face closer. She wasn't sure what had happened to her to make her care this much, but she had no intention of changing it. Surely, given enough time, he would stay with her forever. He just needed better incentives, more pushes.

[richestduck]

Like so many times before, Scrooge woke late and somewhat exhausted. However, unlike previous instances, his head was clear and his stomach was downright ravenous, protesting loudly to having nothing to work with.

No wonder given he'd probably given at least a pint of blood.

[blackmagicduck]

She kissed his cheek. "Hello, Sleeping Beauty." She lightly teased. "It sounds like you'd like a meal or two."

[richestduck]

He nodded his head. "Something rare with a lot of iron at that," he told her sheepishly. "Sorry."

[blackmagicduck]

"I have a freezer full of mortal food. Should be plenty of meat in there."

She began to pull herself away, readjusting her dress, still slightly smelling of his sex.

[richestduck]

He hesitated in letting her go, not wanting to be separated from her. His smell on her was intoxicating in its own way.

Still, his stomach gave another loud growl of protest which prompted him to let her go.

[blackmagicduck]

She gave him one playful smirk before leaving. Moments later, she returned with several sandwiches on a thick plate - look, she hadn't needed to cook in years, sandwiches were always a safe bet. She also brought along a bottle of water, as she doubted his body could handle booze right now.

"How are you feeling?"

[richestduck]

"Starving and tired," Scrooge answered honestly. "I don't think I ever noticed before due to the massive hangovers."

He took the first sandwich and began chewing slowly, not wanting to bolt down the food and make himself ill.

"How was your night?"

[blackmagicduck]

She settled beside him, watching him carefully just in case.

"Quite beautiful, thanks to you... you've made our lives so much easier. Now I don't need you to be completely sauced before I have a meal... you don't have to get sick for me anymore."

[richestduck]

He smiled softly. "If I might make a suggestion though, it'd be best if the bite itself was fast. Then you could take your time while drinking." He flushed a bit. "I find the drinking part rather pleasant but that slow bite wasn't."