Chapter 14 - Alita's submission (2)

Alita was still shivering and pressing herself against the wall behind her, while Ivar had long since returned to human form and was lounging in his chair.

She didn't even notice she was naked, nor that Ivar had taken the towel so that she couldn't cover up again.

He asked, "How long are you going to sit there? Why would I wait all this time for you to wake up only to kill you? Besides, you are not so different from me at this point."

These words gave Alita some pause as she thought those words made some sense. Still, she was confused that Ivar looked very different from her. Was it a gender thing?

"S- So, am I a werewolf now?" She stammered.

Ivar rolled his eyes, "No, you're not. Didn't I say earlier how werewolves don't have wings? Besides, werewolves don't even exist. You and I are therians, but with different transformations. 

You should have gained the same transformation as me, but you ended up with something different because you appear to have had some non-human ancestor."

At this point, Alita looked at Ivar with a face that suggested she had made a decision about something. Clearly, this man was insane and not just weird.

Ivar raised his eyebrow, "You better not be thinking anything bad about me."

Alita cowered a little more and quickly denied her thoughts, "N- No! I just… it's a little hard to believe."

Ivar looked at the girl as if she were an idiot, "Are you going to deny the existence of those ears? The wings? The tail?" Then, smirking, "How about those feelings you've been having towards me?"

His words caused Alita's face to pale, as if she had been caught in the middle of committing a heinous crime, "I- I don't know what you're talking about." She said, despite mentioning something like that earlier.

Still smirking, Ivar continued, "There's no shame in it; they are perfectly normal feelings for a servant of mine."

Alita was shocked but also sounded somewhat uncertain, "W- What do you mean, servant?! I am no ones servant!"

Ivar smiled as he leaned his head against his fist, "Of course you are. A converted therian like yourself will serve their sire. It is inevitable. You have already felt it; there's no point in denying it. Just give in to your instincts."

Resistance: 11

Despite her convictions, Alita couldn't deny his words. She had already realised earlier that hanging around this man for much longer would eventually make her happy to obey him.

Still, thoughts of her sister and the sanctuary they built together surfaced, allowing her to resist the temptation of giving in. She pleaded, "P- Please, just let me go. I- I don't want to betray my sister. We build Sanctuary to get away from being under the thumb of men!"

Ivar looked surprised; this woman might indeed be able to help with some introductions to people in charge of something. 

Her loyalty to her sister was an obstacle, but he was confident in his ability. He stood up and stepped closer to the still-cowering Alita, grabbed her chin and said, 

"To get away from being under their thumb, or to get away from their cruelty?"

Alita was still scared and unwilling, but she couldn't help but look into his amber eyes, eyes that seemed so terrifying earlier but now held endless allure.

She stammered, "I- Isn't that the s- same?"

Ivar grinned evilly on the inside; this was almost too easy.

Outwardly, however, he smiled kindly and said, "Of course not. I don't mistreat loyal and devoted servants. In fact, I care for them deeply, I make them stronger, and I protect them against those more powerful than them.

Is that not what I have done so far? Protect you and make you stronger? Do you not want me to keep doing that?"

At some point, Alita's hands had found their way to Ivar's broad and sturdy chest. Perhaps initially to push him away, but it had long since turned into caressing and massaging.

Alita was still unable to look away from his commanding and alluring eyes, the instinct to simply give in getting stronger and stronger as Ivar's pheromone skill made her hornier, "D- Do you promise? W- Will you protect my sister, too?"

Ivar leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "On my life, I promise you. And your sister as well."

On his life was perhaps a bit much, but he really did treat his servants well, so long as they were loyal and devoted. Even incompetency could be forgiven, as it was always possible to teach someone new things, but true loyalty was hard to come by.

As for her sister, from the moment he heard about her existence, he was already planning to make her serve him alongside Alita. Perhaps that's not what Alita had in mind exactly, but he still hadn't lied to her.

Resistance: 10

Ivar chuckled on the inside, "Got you."

Alita gave in, "T- Then I am yours."

She couldn't believe what she was saying; where had all her conviction gone? 

Alas, no amount of self-reprimanding was going to help her. She had already given in, and the feeling of giving in to her instincts by submitting to Ivar, combined with her already heightened arousal, actually gave her a small orgasm.

Ivar smiled as he pulled back a little and kissed her possessively on the lips, where he quickly got his tongue involved when Alita's lips parted a little. 

As Ivar's tongue was marking Alita's entire mouth with his saliva, his pheromone skill wreaked havoc on her senses, as she felt stuck in a pink fog of arousal and pleasure.

Eventually, Ivar pulled himself back and said, "Good girl. With that kiss, I claim you as mine, and you will address me as master."

Resistance: 9

Still in a haze, Alita nodded and said, "Y- Yes, Master."

Ivar grinned, "Good girl."

Yet, he realised that her current obedience was only partly because of the therian instincts and the small amounts of pleasure they provided, while the rest was a strange combination of fear and gratitude.

So he needed to show her the true pleasure of serving him until fear and gratitude were in the minority, as Ivar believed that only pleasure could truly bind someone in unbreakable loyalty.

He then went to stand beside the bed and said, "Now, come here and take off my clothes."

Alita, having regained some of her senses, gulped, but she knew things would end up this way, and, honestly, she was so aroused that she could barely think of doing anything else right now.

So she quickly sprang into action and crawled over the bed towards Ivar, where she kneeled on the floor in front of him and fumbled with his trousers until she was able to pull them down, causing her to be hit in the face by a semi-erect, ten-inch python.

At the same time, her eyes became hazy again as she once again found herself in that same fog of arousal. Clearly, Ivar's pheromone skill was primarily concentrated around his dick.

Alita followed her instincts and cautiously started licking the thick shaft, where the pheromones were once again doing their job by making it taste like heaven.

She quickly gained more confidence as she looked up at Ivar submissively, watching his reactions to her ministrations. Unfortunately, she barely got a reaction out of him, which only made her try harder.

While Ivar was greatly enjoying her submission and effort, her experience and skill were still lacking compared to what he had been used to back on Máni.

But that was fine; experience would come, and he was happy to provide the means for her to practice.

He smirked, "You're doing good, little Alita. Now take it into your mouth and please your master."

Alita quickly followed his order and tried her best to swallow his thick shaft into her inexperienced mouth, the taste of which she was quickly becoming addicted to. 

Fortunately, her transformation had made her body both sturdier and more flexible while also giving her more control over it.

Because of this, she was actually able to get Ivar into her throat, but only partly, as there were still five inches left outside.

Ivar decided this was an excellent time to give her a lesson in obedience, so he put his hand on her head, in between her ears and pushed himself another inch deeper.

Alita sputtered as she lost her ability to breathe through her nose, causing her aroused haze to clear up a little as she looked up at Ivar with panic in her eyes.

But Ivar looked at her with indifference and said, "This is the role of a servant. Your master's orders are more important than anything else, even breathing. Instead of panicking, revel in the feeling of giving up control.

Trust that your master won't let you die as you remove every other thought from your head besides pleasing the cock lodged in your throat."