Ivar chuckled as he looked at her pout, finding her cute.
"Now, how about you let me go and get started on that breakfast."
Alita sighed, realising she wasn't getting any more answers about this. She didn't particularly care who owned this apartment, anyway. Sanctuary was a criminal gang, and she had already done much worse than steal some food.
She released her limbs from Ivar's body and tried to move away from him but quickly noticed she was stuck. She heard her master chuckle and looked confused at him before he lifted the covers to reveal what her wings were doing.
Alita quickly flushed red; she hadn't noticed what her wings had done since they were under the covers, and she wasn't yet used to having them in the first place.
She folded her wings behind her back again before saying, with some shame, "S- Sorry about that. Please teach me to return to human form soon. I like the wings, but this transformation is a little too conspicuous."
Ivar chuckled, "After breakfast, I'll teach you, and you may also ask any questions you still have. I warn you, however, while I will never lie to you, I may choose not to answer."
Would he really never lie to her? Only time would tell, but it was a nice thing to say that would make her trust him more.
Alita nodded, "That's fine, Master. Any questions you can answer will be appreciated."
She stood up from the bed, received a swat on her backside that made her yelp, and quickly rushed out of the bedroom, still butt naked.
Ivar chuckled and felt that his first day on this new planet had been pretty successful before he closed his eyes and drifted into a pleasant half-slumber while waiting for breakfast.
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He woke up when he heard a slurping sound and felt a familiar feeling on his cock. Quickly realising what it was, Ivar smiled and opened his eyes, seeing Alita tend to his morning wood.
He chuckled, "Oh? Looks like I found myself a slut. Couldn't wait, huh? Decided to get your own breakfast?"
Alita flushed red at those words as they were true. When she returned to the bedroom, she saw his large dragon challenging the heavens and couldn't help herself after she remembered the taste of it.
She pulled her head back and said, "I just thought you might appreciate the wake-up, Master."
Ivar gained a harsh look in his eyes, "Never lie to me, girl. I believe that's part of the reason, but tell me the whole truth or face the consequences."
It was important to make sure your servants believed you knew everything and that it was pointless to lie to you, even if you actually knew nothing.
Immediately cowed, Alita became much redder as she stammered, "S- Sorry, Master. I- I like the taste of it and couldn't help myself."
Quickly rewarding her for her honesty, Ivar smiled and petted her head, saying, "Good girl. Always speak the whole truth when you talk to me, got it?"
Leaning into his hand, Alita quickly nodded before Ivar pushed her down, and she got back to work.
He reached next to him where Alita had placed the prepared breakfast and saw a lot of things he didn't recognise. To be honest, none of it looked particularly appetising, but he believed that was a problem with the ingredients, not Alita's skill.
He tried some of the questionable-looking meat and almost spat it out from the disgusting taste of it. But he managed to force it down in the end, realising he had not eaten anything in nearly two days and needed to keep his strength up.
He said, "The food is disgusting." He immediately noticed Alita tense up and look distraught. He smiled, "It's not your fault, though. I'm used to much fresher ingredients, and I doubt anyone could have done much better with this."
He caressed the girl's wolf ears, "Thank you for making breakfast; disgusting or not, I need food. But be sure to work hard down there so I have something pleasurable to focus on while I force this down."
Alita quickly nodded, with Ivar's cock still in her mouth, sad he didn't like her food but glad she could do something to make it better. She redoubled her efforts as Ivar quickly worked the food down, swallowing large amounts without even properly chewing.
He realised this wasn't particularly good for his health, but he doubted this food itself was either, so he kept working at it.
When he was done, he was also close to cumming down Alita's throat; she had already improved somewhat since yesterday, and, honestly, she had been a great distraction while forcing down the slop.
He started caressing her ears again as she brought him closer, but it seemed Alita had different ideas as she looked up at her master and grabbed his hand before placing it more in the middle of her head and pushing down a little.
Ivar raised an eyebrow and chuckled, "Oh? Don't tell me I awakened a little masochism in you last night?"
Seeing her blush only made him laugh harder, but he was more than happy to fulfil her request, so he pushed down and forced a few more inches down her throat, causing her to quickly start choking.
Meanwhile, her hand had long since found its way to her lower area, where she furiously worked to satisfy her own pleasure. Something Ivar had no problem with; he preferred when his servants gained pleasure while serving him, as that would reinforce their behaviour.
Only so long as his pleasure was still the focus, of course.
Besides, her moans were causing vibrations that only made things feel better for him.
When she was about to faint, he released her, allowing her to take a few quick and shallow breaths before he pushed down again.
He did this two more times before the hedonistic pair came at the same time, cum flowed down Alita's throat, straight into her stomach, while a fountain sprayed from her pussy, all over the bed and floor behind her.
He pulled himself free, after which Alita collapsed next to his cock while breathing heavily and having an unfocused but ecstatic expression.
She mumbled, "S- Sorry about the b- breakfast, Master."
Ivar smiled, "Don't worry about it, Alita. It was not your fault. And even if it was, you more than made up for it just now."
While he had no problem punishing his servants and even found joy in it, he did prefer rewarding good behaviour instead. He was more of a dom than he was a sadist.
Alita smiled somewhat drunkenly, "Thank you, Master."
Ivar nodded, "However, you are not done down there just yet. Or do you expect me to walk around with a cum stained cock?"
Realising her mistake, she quickly pushed herself back up and began cleaning Ivar with her tongue. Something she didn't even mind since the pheromone-enhanced taste was amazing.
When she was done, she crawled higher up the bed and plastered her body against Ivar's, feeling safe, protected and happy, once again reinforcing her decision to submit to him.
Ivar smiled and petted her head, "Good girl."
Alita smiled happily, "Thank you, Master."
Ivar continued, "Now, how about you ask me any questions you have?"
Alita quickly nodded, realising such an opportunity might not come again any time soon.
Her first questions were about their race, "You called yourself a therian; is that what you are? And what I, apparently, am now aswell? How does that work? I guess we're shapeshifters? And why do I look different from you? You mentioned something about me being part non-human?"
Ivar chuckled, "I'm glad you still feel comfortable enough to ask questions without reserve, but calm down, okay? We'll keep going until I have answered all your questions; I am in no hurry at the moment."
Seeing Alita nod and flush a little, Ivar answered her questions, "Dominant therians can turn humans into new therians, while submissive therians, like you, cannot.
We therians are indeed shapeshifters and the originators of your werewolf myths, but while I am coincidentally a wolf-type therian, there are many, many more types.
Usually, a human converted by a therian will take on the same type as their sire, but it seems you have some ancestor of a different race, which interfered with the conversion.
While you are still a full-blooded therian, your transformation differs from mine. The process seems to have activated the latent genes of whatever race your ancestor was, causing your transformation to gain wings and remain more humanlike than mine. Any idea what that is about?"
Alita looked thoughtful but not too surprised, as Ivar had already told her most of that; she just wanted confirmation.
She shook her head, "I didn't even know there were other races besides humans, so I haven't heard anything about that, but my sister is older than me, and I was only ten when our parents died. So, if my parents knew anything, they might have told her."
Ivar caressed her head, "You lost your parents at such a young age? That must have been hard. Did you have any other family, or was it just you and your sister?"