--It’s in Your Blood - Chapter 5--

*Content warning. This one has far less blood, but non-consensual sex is at the forefront once more. To further the questionable themes, there’s also psychological manipulation involved. It’s in Your Blood, as a whole, contains themes of self-harm. If you have a history of self-harm, consider whether or not you’ll be triggered by its depiction. As always, you’ll be notified of the content at the start of each chapter.*

This time, waking up was difficult. I don’t know how long I spent climbing back to consciousness, just to fall back into oblivion. I was weak, that was the overwhelming feeling. Even when my eyes would open, I couldn’t move my limbs.

But at least I was home.

I wasn’t sure how I got there, but I was in bed, resting comfortably. The blankets had been pulled up like someone had tucked me in. With the fog in my head, it was almost pleasant.

I stirred, slightly, it was all I could do. Then, I became aware of a presence in the room. Footsteps, like someone wearing hard-soled shoes. They approached the bed and touched my arm tenderly.

I looked. A haze covered my vision, but I could make out most of their features. Horns, a muzzle like a wolf, pointed ears, dark fur, crimson eyes.

Panic took hold of my heart as I remembered what had happened to me; that this thing was responsible. Eyes wide, I could feel my body start shaking. I could barely move my arms, barely vocalize. A few shaky squeaks were all I could muster in defiance.

“Shh,” a voice said. “Everything’s okay.”

I felt its hand touch the side of my face, and my struggling stopped. The panic dissipated. A warmth spread across my body. A deep relaxation that crept down into my core.

Its hand caressed my fur. I watched those crimson eyes, filled with a tenderness that I can’t recall ever seeing before. Oblivion claimed me once more.

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When I woke again, some of the haze had lifted and been replaced by a more familiar grogginess. My limbs still felt weak, but no longer immovable. I was able to sit up, placing a hand against my forehead.

“Good morning,” a voice said. “Well, actually it’s evening, but I doubt you can tell. Please don’t panic.”

I wasn’t in the mood for panicking. I turned to look at the source of the voice and saw it. Like a wolf with the horns of a ram. Black fur, red eyes. A demon was my best guess, and I was already dreading the implications of that.

“Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?” I asked, trying to express my shortness of patience.

The thing pressed its lips together and threw up its hands. “I don’t have a name that I know of. As for why I’m here, I wanted to make sure you were okay after our last… encounter.”

“You mean when you raped me?”

My directness seemed to take it off guard. It sat for a moment, merely blinking at me.

“I meant when I drank of your blood. As for the… uh… Well, I feel I must apologize.”

“Oh, must you? I wouldn’t want to impose such politeness on you.”

It broke eye contact with me for a moment. Shame? I would hope so, at the very least.

“Yes… Unfortunately, I hadn’t quite fully acquired my consciousness, yet,” it finally said, rubbing his hands.

“Oh, I see. It’s that defence, ‘I wasn’t in the right mind.’” I snapped. I wasn’t planning on letting it off. We didn’t just have a few drinks together and had done something regrettable. No, it forced me into a vulnerable position, then proceeded to have his way with me.

“It’s complicated. I know what I did, but I didn’t have control then.”

“And you have control now?”

“Yes.”

“Then take control of your legs and use them to fuck off!” I thrust out a finger, pointing it at the door.

“Come now,” it said in defence. Why did it sound like such a snob? “You’ve still not healed, and I’m afraid I have need of you.”

“Need of me?”

“Yes.”

“My blood?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck off.”

Defiant as I was, I had no doubt it wasn’t going to follow my request. I already had a picture in my mind of what was going on. This thing -- this demon -- was born of my blood. I had been set up; used in a conjuration ritual against my will. My body was defiled to bring this thing into our world, and now we were linked. It needed my blood to continue to mature. Even if this thing decided to take pity on me, it would be against whatever survival instinct it had to just leave me alone.

Sure enough, it just rubbed its hands together.

“You know I can’t do that,” it said.

“Then I’ll leave instead,” I practically screamed at it. 

It didn’t move. Merely watched, continuing to rub its hands. I quickly found out why. I attempted to stand, but while I was able to put my legs beneath me, they immediately gave out like they weren’t even there and I fell to the floor. I tried crawling for the door, but it was useless. I was still weak. Dizzy.

I heard those hard footsteps approach and finally saw why it sounded like it wore hard soles. It walked on a pair of hooves, crested with fur.

It bent down reaching for me, but I rolled onto my back and thrashed at its hands.

“Come now,” it said, its voice so calm and gentle. “Allow me to help you.”

I wasn’t about to allow that. As it bent down again, I just redoubled my fighting. Swiping at whatever pat of it came near.

To my surprise, rather than continue to argue, the thing thrust its hand into my chest, its flat palm hitting my ribcage. Immediately, the wind was knocked out of me, and I struggled to catch my breath. The panic that came with it was debilitating, which was obviously what that demon intended. It bent further and pressed its lips against mine.

That now-familiar warmth spread from my lips, all across my body. That sickening comfort, the betrayal to my senses. It was an unwelcome relaxation. Nothing was resolved, the problem was still right in front of me, but my better judgment was soothed out of existence.

It pulled away from my lips and examined my eyes. 
“Better?” it asked.

“Leave me alone,” I responded. I was trying for stern defiance, but I was afraid it came out more like a pout.

It ran its hand over my ear and down the back of my head.

“I just need you calm,” it told me. 

It then once again knelt down, this time moving its arms behind my back and my knees. It lifted me, replacing me on the bed. It then sat down alongside, looking back at me.

“I know this seems like a bad situation for you,” it said in a soft tone. “I know you didn’t ask for this. I just want you… I want to help you make the best of it.”

“You’re sick,” I spat at it, despite the good feelings that still tingled down my spine.

“I am what I am,” it said with a slight smirk.

There was silence as I just stared up at it. The bitterness in my eyes meeting the tenderness in its own. I was the one that looked away.

“You can’t manipulate me like this,” I told it.

“It can’t be helped. It’s the power of our relationship. A symbiosis. You sustain me, and in return, I give you pleasure.”

“I don’t want your pleasure,” I countered spitefully. “You sound more like a parasite to me.”

It reached up, again running its fingers down my ear and across the side of my head. The tingling warmth spreading once more. I turned away. The ease in which it could shape my sensations almost made me feel nauseous, but that too was washed away as my tensions relaxed.

“I can make you feel like no one else can,” it told me. “You will experience the… ultimate pleasures. You shall never want again.”

I kept my gaze averted as its hand caressed my cheek, moved across my neck, and descended down my chest. The feeling it left in its wake was euphoric.

“Don’t touch me,” I said, but my body betrayed me. My back arched in arousal. I was already writhing from the passion, and it had merely placed a finger on me.

Slowly, it slid onto the bed and began climbing towards me. No. I knew what it had planned. Not this again.

“I’ll be gentle this time,” it said, lowering its head and raising my gown. “I promise.”

Its breath against my womanhood was enough to make me grip the bedsheet. When I felt its tongue slip between my labia, I moaned against my will. It was overwhelming. I had been touched before exactly like this, but it felt magnified. It was almost too much.

Gently, it placed its hand on my thighs. It worked slowly, perhaps understanding the sensitivity. With each drag of its tongue, I responded with a moan. Louder and louder, yet I didn’t even feel myself close to climax. It felt like it would never end.

The fact that it could twist me so easily was appalling. While my body was responding to the pleasure it received, my mind screamed out at the betrayal. To add to my humiliation, it asked me how I “wanted it.” Without a struggle, I rolled over onto all fours and presented myself with my butt in the air. It wordlessly moved up behind me, running the head of its cock over my vulva for only a moment before thrusting inward.

It was like the world distorted around me. I was awash with pure ecstasy; drowning in it. I didn’t want this feeling, but I couldn’t help asking for more as it drove itself into me. Its grip was on my tail, its thrusting growing harder and more aggressive, betraying its promise to be gentle. It began grunting, joining in my involuntary moans.

Without warning, it withdrew, but only momentarily. Before I could even react to its movement, it slid back into me, this time into my ass. I yelped, more in surprise than pain. No one had ever taken me there, and the feeling surprised me. There was no discomfort, merely a different sensation that was no less pleasurable.

It placed its hand on my throat, pulling me upright onto my knees. Its thrusting did not abate as its grip tightened. I didn’t feel fear. My eyes fell closed, but it was merely so I could better concentrate on the feeling.

It could kill me, I had no doubt, but it needed me. A symbiosis, like it said. It just wanted me to know who I belonged to. What I belonged to. It was dominating me fully. My mind was gripped by the desire it forced into my veins. My moans climaxing into screams as the world fell away and I was enraptured by the feeling.

As it hastened its movement, I felt like I was ready to burst. It released my throat, instead moving its grip to my hips, forcing me harder onto its member. I gripped the bedsheets, almost on the verge of tears.

We climaxed in unison; something I had never experienced or even thought was possible. A different kind of warmth filled me as my muscles contracted in a powerful orgasm. My voice locked, my moans instead coming out as raspy squeaks.

It was finally over and I fell onto the bed. I still clung to the bedsheets as the world began to make its presence known around me.

I felt its hand on my back, gentle and loving.

“We’ll never be apart again,” it told me. “I hope you can make the most of it.”

I couldn’t respond or didn’t feel like it. I panted from the exertion.

I felt its breath on my neck. Knowing what was coming, I clenched my eyes shut. To my surprise, it backed away.

“No,” it said quietly. “I must behave. I mustn’t thin the blood too much.”