--It’s in Your Blood - Chapter 6--

*Content warning. Whether or not the sex in this one is consensual or not will depend on how far you can stretch the definition. At the very least, it’s questionable. This chapter also introduces some sado-masochism. Plus! There’s blood. 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.*

Searching for a spark of optimism, I had hoped that my proximity to the demon I now shared a fate with would cure my nightmares. I would have to find a new spark of positivity in my situation.

I was being held by my ankle above a field of darkness and grasping hands. Hundreds of them, reaching up for me. They were frenzied, it was as though I was their only desire, their only purpose in life.

Panic set in as I was lowered towards them. Slowly, painfully slowly, I could see the hands growing closer. As I began nearing their reach, I drew my arms in and tried pulling my body up and out of their reach, but eventually, they were able to grab me. They clawed at my shoulders, gripped my head by the chin, grasped at my arms to pull me in.

Whatever held my ankle released me, and I dropped into the waiting hands. They pulled in all directions, painfully. I could feel their claws dig into my flesh and start tearing. My bones began cracking, and my limbs tore.

I felt nothing. Only fear. As I watched my body be dismantled, I managed a scream.

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This was getting so routine I didn’t even wake with a start. Not that I could sit bolt upright, as my wrists were tied to the bed. My eyes were wide for a moment, but then reality closed them again.

The abstract horrors of my dreams didn’t compare to my current situation.

It had been days since I awoke with the demon in my home, and things hadn’t improved. After a failed escape attempt, it had forcefully restrained me to prevent another such incident, but it wasn’t aggressive. It didn’t try to harm me.

No, it was trying to brainwash me.

With a touch, he could… It could elicit intense feelings of pleasure in me. In any other situation, this would be enjoyable, but while I lay at its mercy, it was a sinister ecstasy.

He used soft words at times as if he sincerely cared for me, but other times he... it would act possessive. It would tell me that I belonged to it and that there was no escape. It would advise that I “embrace my fate,” that I would “be happier if I just gave in.” There was something soothing about his words, but because he offered me no alternative, they rang menacing.

If I gave in, what would be left of me? I’d be… its property. A pet, at best, rolling over for a belly scratch from master.

Would it? Had it no respect for me? Would it never treat me as more than furniture? Is it possible for it to care for me? Was it even capable?

“Are you hungry?” it asked.

“I’m bored,” I answered.

There wasn’t much to do as I was tied up. Stare at the ceiling. Try to shift out the cramps in my legs and hips and back. Sleep. Think about what I was going to do.

“I’m not… I’m not sure what I should do about that. We should probably talk.”

“No,” I replied flatly. “No, because every time you start talking to me, things get worse.”

“Not… worse. I’m just trying to help you understand our connection.”

“Which I didn’t ask for. Which I have no control over. But you just ask me to accept it.”

There was a deep sigh, followed by, “I didn’t ask for this either.”

“No, but you’re the one benefiting.”

“You’re benefiting too if you just take a moment to think about it.”

I blinked at him, giving the most incredulous look I could muster. “Because you can get me off with a touch? Do you think that’s all there is to life?”

It let out a single laugh. “What do you look for in a relationship? Someone to care for you? Someone can make you feel good? Someone who wants to make you happy?”

It was my turn to laugh. “You have me tied to the bed. You just want my blood.”

“We have a special covenant. I am bound to you. It is my purpose to please you.”

As much as I hate to admit it, his earnestness had finally chipped my armor. Something about what he said of the perfect relationship partner, his insistence that his intention was to please me. Doubts crept in. Annoying doubts. Thoughts of maybe giving him… It a chance.

It’s almost as it could read my mind, as it got up and moved to the bedside, its hooves thudding against the wood floor. It sat beside me. There was a tangible lack of intimidation, his closeness was almost comforting.

No.

“Get away from me,” I muttered through clenched teeth.

“You are the one choosing to suffer,” it said to me. “If you would just accept things, it would be less stressful.”

“Stressful,” I echoed.

“Yes. What? Is that a weird thing to say? Is that not what you’re experiencing right now?”

“I’d say ‘fury’ is closer to what I’m feeling.”

“And that’s why I have you tied down.”

“It’s not just because you want to rape me again?”

It almost looked hurt by that. “I’d… prefer not to. I’d rather you...”

“Just accepted it,” I interrupted. “Right?”

“Consented,” it said as if that was any sort of correction.

Immediately it leaned forward to hover over me. It placed a hand at my side, and an ecstasy instantly radiated from the touch. He continued, moving his face to mine.

I turned my head, but something kept me from fighting. The idea of moving from him almost caused me to feel discomfort; a pain. When his lips touched mine, the last of my defiance was gone. It was replaced with desire.

Yet he pulled back and examined my eyes. Those crimson orbs staring into the blue of mine.

I could hear myself whimper.

“I can wait as long as necessary for you to consent,” he told me before he moved to step off the bed. I grabbed his arm.

“Please!” I gasped. The voices in my head that couldn’t believe my actions were drowned out by my cries for his pleasure.

His eyelids lowered. This was what he wanted. This was what I wanted. Why was I trying to fight it?

He climbed onto the bed, throwing a leg over me. The places he touched erupted with warm ecstasy. The places he didn’t touch cried out for him. My back arched, my toes curled, all before he kissed me again.

He pulled back, running a hand along my ear. “So,” he said quietly, “Do I have your consent?”

“A-a-anh!” I whimpered. “Yes! Please!”

I’m not sure what I can say. What do people say? “It’s wrong, but it feels so right?” Maybe those aren’t the right words. The thing is, I couldn’t control myself at that point. The objections that still filled my head were buried beneath that beautiful passion. Was I weak? Maybe. As he reached down and caressed between my legs, there was no more I could do. I was his.

As he kissed me deeper, his hand found its way to my neck, gently running his claws through my white fur. I found myself wishing for his grip around my throat. I… what was I thinking.

I opened my legs for him. I could feel myself wet in anticipation.

A grin stretched across his lips. “I see you’re coming around. I guess we won’t need to keep you tied up.

He reached for the ropes that bound my wrists. “No!” I objected. I looked into his crimson eyes, pleadingly.

“As you wish,” he purred. He removed his hand, running his fingers over my long ear again. Down, across my cheek, down my throat, to my breast. My modest breasts.

A horrible thought crossed my mind. Was I good enough for him? I never considered myself that special. I only took a modicum of pride in my appearance. But the way he treated me felt like worship. If he had any problems with what I looked like, he never showed it.

He moved down, his head between my legs, his hand continuing its journey. Yet as it cross my ribs, he dug his claws down into my skin. I yelped, more from surprise than pain. In fact, I relished the pain. The way it made me squirm and fight against my bonds. I bit my lip, afraid that I might voice my protest. A whimper was all I let out, as his claws raked through my fur and across my skin.

I had no time to recover before a white-hot wave of ecstasy climbed its way up my body as his tongue ran the length of my vulva. I gasped, unable to let out my breath until the shock had passed. When I released it, it was a moan. The feeling was incredible. Overwhelming. It bordered on being too much.

Did I imagine the growl as he climbed back up the bed? Perhaps not, as he grabbed me by the muzzle, turning my head until my eyes met his. My aggressor. My desire. As my eyes remained locked on his, I barely noticed him moving his member towards me until he had thrust it in.

I gasped beneath his grip, his hand preventing me from looking away, his gaze drilling into mine. He began thrusting, roughly, even from the first. He kept a slow pace, remaining forceful. I wanted to cry out, but he kept fingers curled tightly. I could merely whimper.

Through the rhythm, the rapturous passion grew to a climax. My muscles contracted, my legs tightened. My whine grew in pitch.

Yet, he didn’t let up. He only quickened his pace, slamming himself into me. With almost no warning, he released my muzzle, snapped his hand to the back of my neck, and pushed me into a deep kiss. His tongue mingled with mine as his hot cum filled me. My legs writhed, my wrists chafed against its binding.

I was exhausted. My muscles ached. But it wasn’t over. I felt his breath against my neck, and before I could react, his fangs had sunk into my skin. I couldn’t see it, but I knew the crimson of my blood was mingling with the snowy white of my fur. The warmth spread downward, dripping to the bed. The demon, he drank hungrily.

Pain radiated, replacing the pleasure that had kept me in a stupor. I screamed. I shrieked. I could feel consciousness quickly leaving my body.

Then there was a hard pounding. A crash. The door flew open. It was Colin.

The tall ferret cast an imposing figure, his fur puffed up in aggression, his fangs bared. The demon bared his, blood-covered and sharp. It wasn’t a fight I wanted to see, a conflict already brewing in my addled mind.

What followed was a confusing blur as I faded away. Colin had a weapon, something blunt. Daisy was with him. As Colin attempted to corner the demon, Daisy rushed to my side. I flinched as she touched my cheek. I heard more crashing, glass shattering. My binds were untied, a dull throbbing in my wrists.

As darkness enveloped me, I could only hear my name repeated with urgency. “Lianne! Lianne!”