Chapter 16 - Morning after.

As Ivar was busy acquiring Alita as his first servant and concubine in this world, Selene had been watching it all with fascination as her hand had long since found its way to her lower lips without her even noticing. 

Not even Ivar knew what she was doing, however, as she was currently in the little corner of Ivar's being that she had claimed for herself as part of the bonding.

Despite her flirty attitude towards Ivar, Selene had minimal experience in these matters. After all, the only gods on Máni were her and her sister. 

There were some things she knew about gods through her own experiences and the inherited knowledge from the original Selene, but she had never actually met one besides her sister, who knew no more than her.

Yet, as the goddess of the therians, she had powerful instincts and a lustful personality, things she had only been able to soothe in the past by watching the people on Máni do what she couldn't while using her fingers to satisfy herself.

And now she was once again doing the same. Still, one couldn't help but wonder how long she would be able to travel with someone as lustful as Ivar without trying to find a way to satisfy her urges in a more direct manner despite having no physical body.

A somewhat dangerous prospect. After all, if she did find a way, her instincts, which were no different from regular therians, would demand she attempt to subjugate Ivar. Something that might turn out to be Ivar's greatest challenge yet.

Whatever the case, when Ivar and Alita were finally done, Selene had her fingers buried deep inside herself as she came again. She sighed, "I don't even remember how many times that was…"

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Some hours later, Ivar woke up and quickly noticed the still-transformed Alita clinging to his body, not only with her limbs, but she also had her wings wrapped around him, causing him to smile.

He could break free easily, but he didn't mind her actions and, in fact, found it quite comfortable since her wings were very soft. 

Although Alita had likely done this subconsciously as they slept, Ivar wondered if she did it because she wanted to protect or possess him. One was good, while the other would have to be corrected.

Putting those thoughts out of his mind for now, he instead recalled last night's events, and he realised that, although this was not the first time he had subjugated someone according to therian customs, it was the first time he had converted them first.

While he enjoyed both, converting them first felt more intense.

That feeling of control and dominance was an addictive rush, not in a small part because of his wolf-like instincts. In a way, the same instincts that told Alita to submit to Ivar told him to dominate others and gave him the same pleasure for doing so as Alita got for submitting.

All naturally born therians had the instinct to dominate until they were subjugated by someone of their own age or strength class, at which point they would gain the same instinct Alita had towards the person that dominated them.

It was not mind control, however. After all, therians were intelligent, self-aware creatures, and if they could not even resist their own instincts, they would be no better than mindless beasts.

That said, it would still bring a significant change to their mindset, and if the dominating therian were able to instil some obedience in the conquered subject, it would be nearly impossible for the subjugated therian to free themselves in the future.

And so it would be for Alita aswell.

Suddenly, he noticed Selene was sitting beside the bed on a chair. She grinned widely at him and said, "Nice job, wolf boy. With this Alita as a guide, we should have an easier time in the future. Plus, she said something about a sister and a Sanctuary, which might prove useful. If for nothing else then for you to vent some more lust on."

She kept grinning the entire time, but Ivar couldn't help but pick up on some mixed emotions at the end there. It almost felt like Selene was jealous, something which Ivar quickly made a note of while inwardly grinning but also feeling somewhat concerned.

She started looking more serious, "Just remember, it won't all be this easy. This Alita felt indebted and thankful for saving her, even if she didn't exactly show it, which made things much easier, especially after converting her."

She started smirking, "Besides, you can't exactly conquer the world through sex, even if you do have a weapon of mass seduction between your legs."

Ivar grinned, "I know, but it's still an effective way of binding a woman's loyalty to me."

At that point, he felt something stirring next to him as Alita groaned and opened her eyes, blinking slowly as memories of last night started resurfacing. Now that her mind had calmed down, she couldn't believe how she had called someone master.

Let alone someone she had known for a few hours; had changed her entire existence without consent and was clearly very dangerous.

The worst thing was that she actually meant it. And still did! She already couldn't imagine separating from Ivar and even somewhat wanted him to give her orders so that her instincts would reward her with that pleasant, relaxing feeling.

She realised she was quickly becoming addicted to something only Ivar could provide, which would only make her more dependent on him in the future.

She sighed as she realised that her whole life had taken a colossal turn yesterday, and she could only hope that it wouldn't worsen her life. Although, when remembering the mind-melting pleasure from last night, she couldn't imagine it would be that bad.

When she remembered the way she was simply moaning like a whore while Ivar did whatever he wanted with her body, she blushed red, despite feeling a distinct wetness between her legs.

Then, she started thinking how it was useless to worry about anything anyway, as all she had to do was obey her master and everything would be fi- but just before she finished that thought, Alita realised what she was thinking. 

She groaned at herself for already having fallen so low.

And she even promised to deliver her sister on a silver platter! Which she didn't even feel guilty about! 

Sure, she didn't think it was a bad thing for her sister to submit to Ivar, considering the benefits, and if Ivar actually asked her to harm her sister, she was sure she would refuse. But, still, it's not like she was asking her sister for her opinion on the matter, either.

After all these thoughts passed through her head, she sighed in acceptance. In the end, it was already too late, she had no desire or will to break free from Ivar, and any resistance towards him she had left after calling him master was thoroughly fucked out of her last night.

Still, she promised herself not to become a useless yes-woman. If she had to serve someone, she would do it while still voicing her opinion and ensuring she wouldn't disappear into the background!

It was then she heard that voice she would likely never escape, "Good morning, Alita. Slept well?"

Alita flushed red as she looked up and realised Ivar had been looking at her changing expressions from the moment she woke up. Well, Ivar and Selene, but the goddess was invisible to her.

She hid her face in Ivar's chest and said, "I- I slept well, Master. Thank you." Calling him master already came naturally to her partly because she barely had time to start calling him Ivar before she changed the way she addressed him.

Ivar smiled and nodded, "Good, go make the two of us some breakfast, will you?"

Alita hesitated for only a moment, realising such things would naturally be part of her service. Luckily, she was used to making her own breakfast, although her sister was really the better cook. She smiled, "As you wish, Master. Anything in particular that you want?"

Ivar shook his head, "I prefer meat, but I must admit I have no idea what kind of food is stored in the kitchen or if there is any food at all since this is not my apartment. So make do with what you can find, and if there is nothing, just come back."

Alita looked surprised at Ivar, "This is not your apartment? So whose is it?"

Ivar grinned and shrugged, "No idea. I simply broke in here after yesterday since I needed a place to put you down."

Alita suddenly got anxious, "Master… there are cameras everywhere; what if you were spotted? And how did you know this place was empty? Don't tell me you just got lucky!"

Ivar smiled; he didn't mind her questions. In fact, while he greatly valued loyalty and devotion, he would never want his servants to just be mindless dolls.

Unless they were particularly annoying or stupid, but then they would have never become his direct servants in the first place.

So he answered as he smiled, "The cameras were taken care of; as for how I knew this place was empty, let's just say your master has his ways. You'll have to earn my trust if you want to know more."

Alita only pouted in response.