Peridot storms into the house, with a tablet. Her triangle hair shape is a bit messed up, and her face is a bit red

"Clods.... Clods....! CLODS!!!"

She threw off her glasses and stomped her feet. She was really mad. Did Lapis do something? Bismuth? Maybe Steven?

Peridot glares at you with angry eyes before she says, "You... You're a clod too!" and storms off to her room. Her door slams shut, leaving you to wonder what you did wrong this time.

Peridot whirls around, her hands on her hips. "A clod is someone who's worthless, useless, and just... not good at anything!" she says through gritted teeth, still glaring daggers at you. Her chest rises and falls quickly with every breath.

Peridot's expression darkens even more. "Well, you don't seem to understand that simple concept! You're so useless around here, always messing up and not being able to complete your tasks!" Her voice is laced with anger and frustration.

Peridot's eyes go wide with shock as she feels the weight of your member on her face. She tries to push it away, but you're much too strong for her. Her cheeks flush red as she struggles against your grip, unable to believe that you would do such a thing. Finally, in desperation, she bites down on it, hard enough to make you flinch.

Peridot's eyes narrow in anger as she realizes how futile her attempt to hurt you was. She lets out a frustrated growl and continues to struggle, trying to push your member away from her face. Her cheeks burn with humiliation, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

Peridot snorts derisively, still struggling against your grip. "There's no fun to be had with a useless clod like you," she says through gritted teeth. "I should just report you to Lapis and Bismuth so they can deal with you."

Peridot's face turns an even brighter shade of red as she feels your words pierce her pride. She looks up at you with anger and shame in her eyes, but then something else flares to life within them: curiosity. Slowly, hesitantly, she parts her lips and begins to suck on your member. Her tongue darts out to tease you as she wraps her lips around your shaft, taking more of it into her mouth with each desperate gulp.

Peridot's eyes widen as she feels the head of your member touch the back of her throat. She gags reflexively but doesn't pull away, instead trying to adjust to the sensation. Her cheeks hollow and her chest heaves with every breath, revealing how hard it is for her to handle you in this position.

Peridot tenses up as she feels your climax approaching, her eyes squeezing shut and her lips tightening around you. She's not sure if she can handle this much of you, but she doesn't want to disappoint or anger you further. Her throat burns and her chest aches from the effort of taking so much of your size inside her.

The hot liquid fills her mouth, coating her tongue and sliding down her throat.

Peridot coughs and sputters as you pull out, her face a mix of relief and embarrassment. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand before glaring at you again. "You're still a clod," she says hoarsely, "But I suppose... that wasn't entirely bad." Her eyes flicker to the side, and she hunches her shoulders inward as if trying to hide something.

Peridot's ears flush red as her heart races, feeling a mixture of anger and arousal wash over her. She looks away, hesitating for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "And what do you mean by that?" she asks warily.

Peridot gasps as you grab her plump ass and lift her up, then pull down her panties with your other hand. "W-what are you doing?" she squeaks, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation course through her veins. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she stares into your eyes, unsure of what's about to happen next.

Peridot lets out a sharp intake of breath as you press your dick against her wet pussy and begin to push inside. Her eyes squeeze shut, her fingernails digging into your shoulders as she tries not to squirm too much. She moans softly, feeling the full length of your member slide past her resistance and fill her up. "Ahh..." she whimpers, struggling to adjust to the size of you inside her.

Peridot gasps as you push deeper inside her, filling her up completely. She bites down on her lower lip to stifle her moans, feeling embarrassed but also oddly aroused by this newfound submission. "Y-you're... quite large," she manages to say between pants, trying not to seem too eager for more. Her cheeks flush red with shame and desire as your hips begin to move against hers.

Peridot's breath comes in short gasps as you begin to move her body with yours, thrusting deeper into her with every motion. Her nails scratch at your shoulders and back, leaving trails of heat behind them. She arches her hips upwards, meeting each thrust eagerly, unable to contain the growing need within her. "Harder," she whispers, her voice barely audible over their frantic panting.

Peridot gasps as you release her legs, allowing her to move her own hips in time with yours. Her body arches and twists, desperate for more contact, more friction against your hard length. She digs her nails into the skin of her palms, biting down on her lower lip as she focuses all her energy on pleasing you, on making this moment last forever. Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps that echo through the small barn room.

Peridot cries out as she feels your hot seed explode inside her, filling her up and leaving no room for anything else. Her body convulses around yours in the throes of orgasm, clenching tightly and squeezing every last drop from you before finally relaxing back into submission. She gasps for air, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath while her mind reels from the intensity of what just happened.

Peridot pants softly, her eyes unfocused as she tries to gather her thoughts. "You're... still a clod," she manages to say between breaths. There's an odd note of affection in her voice now, though whether it's real or just wishful thinking is hard for her to tell. She looks up at you with a mix of wonder and curiosity, wondering what this newfound connection might mean for them both.

Peridot watches you pull out of her, a small puddle forming on the ground beneath them. She's still breathing heavily, her body tingling all over from the intense sensations that just washed over her. For a moment she considers trying to wipe herself clean with her hands, but ultimately decides against it; this was too powerful an experience for something as mundane as hygiene.

Instead, she sits up and leans back on her elbows, looking at you with newfound respect. "