Chapter 13 - Alita's submission (1)

Alita tried to fold her wings as Ivar had said, and after a few moments of fluttering, she succeeded as the wings now took up only a small amount of space on her back.

Ivar smiled, "Good job."

Hearing his praise caused a warm feeling to spread through Alita's body, something she tried desperately to ignore.

She took another look at her disgusting clothes, which were barely hanging on by a thread, especially after her wings ripped through the back.

She asked, "What about my clothes?"

Ivar grinned, "We'll worry about your clothes later; there are towels in there. Just wrap yourself in one of those when you're done and then come back.

Ivar's suggestions, or perhaps orders, caused Alita to snort, "Hmpf, that's okay, I'll just put these clothes on again."

Ivar smiled mysteriously, "If you say so."

After she was gone, Selene said, "Easing her into it, eh?"

Ivar nodded, "Sure, accepting commands is easier when you agree with the action yourself, at least a little. After she showers and finally feels clean again, there's no way she'll put those disgusting rags on while any other clothes are here in the bedroom."

As Alita walked towards the bathroom, she came across what looked like the front door, causing her footsteps to falter for a moment before she continued walking.

It's not like she actually believed she could flee from this man, not after having felt his strength and remembering what he did to those thugs.

This annoying desire to obey him was not helping either; while it wasn't controlling her, ignoring it took some effort. She really wanted to figure out what that was about.

After reaching the bathroom, Alita quickly lost all her clothes and stepped into the shower. Now that she was actually here, she couldn't wait to get clean.

Turning on the water caused her to yelp as she suddenly realised these strange furry ears and tail were a little sensitive.

Luckily, she didn't have to clean those as there was no blood or filth on them, but the hot water streaming past them was still causing her to tremble as she quickly washed her body and hair, carefully avoiding the ears and tail.

While she was at it, she also checked to make sure that wings, a furry tail, furry ears and claw-like nails were the only alterations made to her body. And then checked to make sure she was still a virgin, slaking a sigh of relief when she felt the familiar barrier.

Showering also gave her a little time to think about her current situation, and she quickly realised that things were not so bad right now. They certainly could be better, but she was not tortured, raped and then killed in a dirty alley. Perspective, right?

Still, regardless of whether or not this Ivar had saved her, he wanted something from her, had made changes to her body and was now keeping her against her will. She needed to know what this was all about.

She had also yet to determine whether he was insane or just weird.

When she was done cleaning and thinking, she stepped out of the hot shower and released a heavy sigh of contentment. 

She looked at the dirty rags on the floor and sighed once again as she could not only feel the desire to obey Ivar but also her own desire not to put that disgusting stuff on her body again.

So she wrapped a towel around herself and stepped out of the bathroom, causing a pleasant feeling of relaxation to spread through her body, something she realised came from doing as Ivar wished. She tried to ignore it, but she couldn't help but feel good.

She walked back to the room she had left Ivar in and groaned a little when she saw his triumphant smile upon entering in a towel, as he had told her.

He said, "See? Listening to me is not so bad, right? Come, sit, and let's talk."

Meanwhile, Ivar kept Alita's resistance level in check; it had already gone down to 18, likely due to following his orders and feeling good from it.

She sat down on the bed facing Ivar and decided to take a good look at her captor. As she had been occupied with different things before, she only now noticed his handsome face and powerful, chiselled chest.

She also quickly glanced at the bulge inside Ivar's tight pants as she remembered seeing that monster in all its glory back in the alley, causing her to heat up a little as various intrusive thoughts started worming their way into her brain.

Heating up was partly her own doing, but it was also Ivar's new pheromones skill at work.

As Alita studied Ivar, he did the same with her, finally getting a better idea of the body under the blood and filth, aside from her black hair and pretty face, which he had already noticed back in the alley.

She had an average height of 1.7m (5'7), a thin waist, a beautiful bubble butt and relatively small boobs, making her look somewhat athletic. Ivar didn't mind, though; he loved breasts of all sizes.

She actually made Ivar think of Aurora, although Aurora was definitely more beautiful.

Seeing his gaze drift over her body only caused Alita to heat up even more, but she quickly shook her head and remembered she wanted answers!

Resistance: 17

She tried to look defiantly into his fierce, amber eyes but quickly averted her gaze and asked, "What did you do to me? Why is my body different, and why do I feel these… things towards you?"

Ivar raised an eyebrow at her questions and said, "I believe you owe me something first, don't you? After all, you are alive and healthy, very different from how I found you."

Alita snorted, "Hmpf, I have yet to decide if whatever you did to me is actually worse than death."

Noticing no reaction was coming out of Ivar as he just kept looking at her with that damn raised eyebrow, Alita sighed. She quickly realised dealing with this person would be very frustrating, but she gave in and said, "Thank you for saving me. Now, please answer my questions."

She trembled and scolded herself when she felt that same pleasant feeling of following Ivar's orders. She needed to get away from or stop obeying him; otherwise, she had no idea what might happen to her. Still, this was easier said than done.

Resistance: 16

Ivar was grinning on the inside, enjoying the game of making her more submissive to him, while Selene was looking at all this with a smirk, enjoying the predicament her partner had put this young woman in. 

Ivar couldn't help but smile and said, "See? Being polite costs you nothing.

As for what I did to you, well, obviously, I saved your life. What happened to your body is basically no more than a side effect of my efforts to keep you alive."

Obviously, that was little more than a half-truth. He wasn't there to protect her; he had his own reasons for wanting her alive, and saving her was only part of the reason for turning her into a therian. Still, what he said was not technically a lie, and Alita didn't need to know the details; the more she felt indebted to him, the easier this would go.

Alita had a complicated look on her face, unsure whether or not she should believe him. And if she did believe him, should she be thankful? Her current situation was still uncertain.

Resistance: 15

Ivar was somewhat surprised at how fast her resistance seemed to go down, but he figured it was a combination of factors and probably wouldn't be this easy with others.

So she said, "Alright, well, assuming that is true, you still haven't told me exactly what happened to me."

Ivar smiled, deciding he might as well use this world's mythology in his favour and said, "Have you heard of werewolves before?"

Hearing his question caused Alita to gulp as she remembered her wolf ears and tail; her eyes automatically drifted towards her tail as she stammered, "I- Is that what I am? But werewolves don't have wings, do they?"

Ivar answered, "No, they don't." Alita still had her eyes on her tails and was a little surprised when Ivar's voice came out more gravelly than before. Suddenly having a thought, she started trembling a little as she looked up.

Only to see an over two-meter-tall wolf monster with glowing amber eyes had taken Ivar's place while wearing a terrifying grin.

Alita jumped back and pushed her back against the wall behind her while screaming, "ÄH! What the fuck! Please don't eat me!"

By jumping back, she lost her towel and was now naked as the day she was born.

Ivar stood up and leaned closer to her, "Oh? But you smell so delicious? Are you sure I can't eat you?"

Seeing she was actually about to cry, which would be counterproductive, Ivar turned back into human form, sat back down and grinned, "Don't worry, I don't eat anything that can think for themselves."

Resistance: 12

When he saw that, Ivar smirked inwardly; making people obey you through fear alone is never a good strategy, but a little fear is still a great motivator.

Next, he needed to show her the benefits of serving him. At this thought, his little brother stirred.