--It’s in Your Blood - Chapter 1-- ***Content warning. This story contains self-harm and implied incest. If you have a history of self-harm, consider whether or not you’ll be triggered by its depiction. Furthermore, later chapters in the story will feature non-consensual sex. You’re safe for this chapter, but keep it in mind if you plan on following the story. You’ll be notified of the content at the start of each chapter.*** --- My little pink donuts, that’s what they were. Blood cells under a powerful lens. My little pink donuts. I glanced up and over to the two women sitting at the table on the other side of my, uh, well, shack. It’s one room: a bed, a kitchen, a workstation, and a seating area, so I don’t know what else you’d call it. “I think I can help you,” I said. I tried to always sound professional in front of patients, but I think I might just come across as disinterested and monotone. We’re all works in progress. The patient in question just nodded sheepishly. A Lynx. Her fur had been falling out in patches, and I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her. It may be a bit vain, but we are not a society that is forgiving as blemishes such as bald patches. It’s unfortunate, but it’s also a sign of poor health, and we tend to avoid people who show visible symptoms. “Will it hurt?” her friend, who I guess was for emotional support, piped in. “Not her,” I said with a slight smile. Another nod from the patient. “It won’t take long,” I told her, as I started pulling reagents from the shelves above my workstation. I added careful measurements into a vial; the closer I could get to perfect, the less likelihood of a nauseous aftereffect. It was time for the main ingredient. I rolled up my sleeve and unwound the bandage from my arm. My white fur was still stained crimson in places from recent extractions. I found one such place that still seemed pristine and dug my scalpel into it, drawing it across my skin. Almost immediately, blood began to drip from my newly inflicted incision, and I caught the crimson drops of it in the vial. Upon draining enough, I began swirling the liquids in the vial. I turned to my patient and her friend and found them aghast, their jaws hanging open. I should have known. “You put your blood in there?” the friend asked in shock. “Yes. As you’re already aware, I’m a blood mage.” “Does she have to drink that?” she asked. --- As I waited in the cafe with a cup of tea and a donut, I couldn’t get their looks out of my head. In a way, I understood it. Blood magic was long considered a dark art, and while legislation was recently passed making it legal, it still carries a taboo. I complain, but I’m sure my persecuted ancestors would be quite jealous. Nonetheless, I can’t help but be offended. They knew the type of service they were seeking, what did they really expect? You don’t visit a whore and get offended when she pulls her tits out. Who were they to come into my home and judge me with their backwards notions. The pity is that my elixir would most likely have worked, and she’s going to find it difficult to locate any other sort of cure. She should know, she searched everywhere before getting desperate enough to seek the services of a blood mage. I let out a sigh as I watched the light shimmer across the surface of my tea. This shouldn’t bother me anymore, it’s not new. My parents pushed me to maybe get into another field, but something inside just compelled me towards the family business. Maybe it is actually in my blood, maybe I can’t escape from it, but I’ve never seen any evidence that such impulses could be carried. I just have to accept that this was my choice and that isolation and scorn are the consequences. Besides, my sisters didn’t seem to have an issue getting away from the family legacy. They get to have normal, well-adjusted lives while I live in a shack outside of town that school children tell spooky stories about. I was brought out of my dejection by the sound of a familiar voice. “Something bothering you, Lianne, or have I just never noticed you have resting sad face?” Daisy Corbyn and her ‘friend’ Colin. I hesitate on their relationship title because the two Ferrets look awfully similar and share the same last name, if you see my insinuation. They claim to be polyamorous friends, but they live together, they’re likeminded, and they seem to exist as a unit. It’s hard to imagine one without the other, but they insist it’s nothing more than friendship. It’s not like I’d judge them. Okay, so maybe I’ve never thought about fucking my sisters, but I get the kink. It’s forbidden; it’s dirty; it’s the spice that makes sex more than just mating. As long as they don’t start procreating, they can be brother and sister for all I care. They’re also two of the few people in the higher echelons of noble houses that will actually talk to me. I can’t claim to have many friends, so it’s surprising that these two make the time and actually seem to care. The cynic in me says they just want me so their supposedly polyamorous lifestyle has meaning. I mean, I suppose that would be fine. Friends need a common interest, so why not sex? Doesn’t mean they don’t care. “Not even a hello,” Colin piped in as he took his seat across from me. “It must be bad. Why so mopey, dopey?” I gave a polite chuckle as I straightened myself out. “Hello, Daisy. Hello, Colin. I’m sorry, but it’s a story you’ve heard before.” “Ugh,” Daisy scoffed, immediately understanding what I was talking about. “More ignorant customers?” “Patients,” I corrected. “I like to maintain some illusion of legitimacy.” “Oh, shut up,” Colin laughed. “You’re just as legitimate as any of the healers around here, Flurry. Some people just need to pull their heads out of their asses.” ‘Flurry.’ Colin always needs a pet name for everyone. It’s a reference to my appearance; an almost pure white Fennec Fox. Snow white, as he’d put it. I’m certainly not suited for the cold, but you can’t dissuade him from his nicknames. “Yeah,” Daisy agreed. “It’s their loss if no one understands your talent.” “Maybe, but I can’t subsist on talent. My few regulars barely keep me afloat.” “If you can’t keep food on the table, just swing by our place. We’ll take care of you,” he suggested. I knew what was coming next. “Why don’t you just move in with us?” Daisy chimed in. “I think our relationship is ready to go to the next level.” I ran a claw across my brow, as I fidgeted in my seat. “You’ve offered before, I just don’t know if I’m ready to move in with anyone. Plus, you don’t have any space for my lab and you’d have to put up with me seeing my patients.” Daisy deflated. Colin just patted her hand softly. “The offer’s open,” he said. “You always tell us how you feel lonely; I feel like this would be a solution to that.” “I mean, yeah,” I gave a half-hearted agreement. “The thing is, I like being alone, I just don’t like being lonely. I don’t need someone around all the time, but just knowing someone cares can be enough.” “We care,” Daisy said. “We love you.” I could only nod. It’s not that I don’t believe her, it just doesn’t hit quite right. Maybe I’m not cut out for polyamory. Maybe I need that devotion. “Speaking of our place,” Colin said, changing the subject. “Are you coming by today? The bed isn’t as warm without you in it.” --- Have you ever been in bed with two people? It’s something different, trying to pleasure two people at the same time. Well, I mean, unless you’re like Colin, because I’m pretty sure that he just wants to get his rocks off. Daisy and I, though? It’s more play. I think we secretly compete to see who can invoke the most orgasms. That’s why I start with her. A dick is straightforward; please it for a while and it will eventually go off. A woman, however, we’re built more like puzzle boxes where the puzzle changes each time. I pushed her onto the bed, climbing on top, straddling her waist, and pinning her shoulders to the mattress. I locked her down in a kiss, her soft lips growing firm against mine as I tasted her breath. She liked me to be in control, usually, and given the way she was responding, this was one such time. I hadn’t forgotten about Colin. I lifted my hips off Daisy, arched my back inwards, and thrust out my butt. I was at a bit of a disadvantage. My white, long sleeved, cotton dress was too long to expose my panties, but the short bodycon that Daisy had on was most likely providing Colin with an excellent view. He was no doubt chomping at the bit, but who would he choose first? I felt his hands reach up my skirt, caressing my thighs along the way. He hooked his fingers around the waist of my panties, pulling them down, slowly, to my knees. I could then feel his breath on my womanhood, a trick I taught him. Make them want it. Make them beg to feel your tongue. I was ready to beg as he tightened his grip on my waist and finally drew his tongue all the way across my vulva and up to my ass. Yes, that was the spice I wanted. My fingers tightened on Daisy’s shoulders as I tried to concentrate on kissing her, even while my body shivered in excitement. As Colin’s tongue did its work, I gave a soft moan, letting it vibrate against Daisy’s lips. I gave her lip a little nibble, before I pulled away and kissed her neck, her collar bone, her chest. I pulled her dress’ straps down off her shoulder and tugged her bust down below her breasts, taking in the delicious view of her pink nipples amongst her soft fur. I moved my thumbs over them, teasing them slightly. “Oh, Lee,” she moaned, her jaw clenching. I could feel Colin pull away from me. From the way Daisy’s legs moved, I could tell that he was removing her panties, as well. I said Colin was mostly in this for his own pleasure, which is an honest assessment, but there’s less stimulation if you don’t get your partner into it. I didn’t teach him that one, that just seems obvious to me. No one wants to fuck someone who’s not mentally present. I took the moment to pull my dress off over my head. I grew self-conscious, only for a moment, as without my sleeve, my bandages showed a fresh streak of red across my left arm. I shouldn’t be embarrassed, I reminded myself. It’s what I do and they’ve seen it before. I stepped out of my panties and released the clasp on my bra, letting it slide off my arms. I crept up on my knees, moving myself to Daisy who eagerly wrapped her hands around my legs. Gently, I lowered myself, until I could feel her tongue part me as it searched for my cliteris. She was interrupted as she gasped. No doubt, Colin had penetrated her. I held her hair as she went to work, her tongue agile across my womanhood. I bit my lip as I tried not to enjoy the moment, too much. I couldn’t have her claim my climax that easily. The bed rocked as Colin thrust himself into Daisy, her gentle moans vibrating against my soft underside. I continued to bite my lip, emitting only the occasional light squeak of pleasure. Soon, Daisy found it impossible to continue pleasuring me as Colin grew quicker in his thrusts. I couldn’t let him have all the fun. I turned and bent towards him, reaching down towards Daisy’s vulva, and sliding my finger down against her clit. She may send Colin over, but I’d have her. Or so I thought. I was nearly caught completely off guard when Colin suddenly grabbed my head, pulled out of Daisy, and forced his cock into my mouth. I barely had time to move my teeth out of the way before he was inside me. He was already on edge, a few firm thrusts and he climaxed. A grunt, his grip forcing my head against his crotch, his seed filling my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow it quickly so I didn’t choke. I still couldn’t help but cough as he withdrew from my mouth. I took a moment to collect myself before I lowered my face to Daisy’s now empty womanhood. Carefully, I drew my tongue across her. Gentle, I thought. After being pounded by her ‘friend’ she’d be more receptive to tenderness. I was dead on. She squirmed, obviously left sensitive. She pulled on my thighs, inviting me closer. I obliged, separating my legs so my vulva was practically touching her lips. Her tongue, shyly caressing my vulva. I let it build in me, the tightening feeling of an orgasm. I moved my hand to work her pussy harder, focusing on her clit. Her moans grew more intense until her whole body shuddered. Her thighs squeezed against my head as she set her feet on my shoulders, pushing me harder into her. It was her orgasm that sent me over the edge, that warmth radiated from my womanhood, straight up through my abdomen. I clenched my teeth and breathed hard as my muscles tightened. It was a sweet release, especially since I was concerned I’d have to finish myself off later. It happens, just not this time. I slid off Daisy and laid back on the bed, cuddling up beside her and placing a hand on her heaving chest. Colin was already moving up beside her, as well, and he placed his hand on mine. My emotions were in turmoil. I loved these people, certainly, but there was an emptiness. Part of me just wanted to belong to someone, to be everything to them. In this sort of relationship, you were never everything. You couldn’t be. There was always someone else there and you had to make sure everyone knew they were appreciated. Perhaps part of the problem was me. It’s possible that if I just made the commitment and moved in with them, things would be different and I’d feel like I belonged. But I wasn’t sure if that was what I wanted.