Chapter 65 - Alita's first time [2/3]*

Without a word, Damian slowly started moving down Alita's body as he hovered over it. After separating from her lips, he first kissed her chin, shoulders, and neck, slowly savouring her soft skin as he made his way towards her chest. 

Alita hadn't expected any of this. She was confused but far less nervous than before. His soft kisses and caresses did more than just make her feel good; they helped her anxiety settle down even more. "Aahn…" she moaned softly. 

Soon, Damian reached her breasts. First lavaging them with kisses, he then grasped one in each hand and started to bite and suckle on the left bud. Alita immediately gasped and arched her back, eyes widening. 

It wasn't long before she realized that his hands were now on her breasts, yet she still couldn't move her arms. Panting, she angled her head upwards and noticed her wrists were now held in place by shadowy threads of myst. 

But before the realization of that new reality truly sank in, Damian spoke up. "You have amazing breasts, Alita," he commented while kneading them with his hands and appreciating the sight. 

"Haah, haah," Alita panted from the many strange feelings building up inside her while a confused furrow appeared on her brow. "R— Really…? Are they… not too small…?" she muttered before wondering why she even cared what he thought of them. 

Damian smiled. "Oh no, they're perfect." He squeezed the right one a little, causing Alita to tremble. "They're the perfect size to fit in my hand and play with." 

Then, he pinched the right nipple lightly and pulled it upward, stretching the fleshy globe it was attached to, causing Alita to yelp before releasing it. "Very bouncy, too. Impressive for someone who hasn't really started to nourish their body with myst yet, even when you're still just twenty-one." 

Panting, Alita's eyes seemed unfocused. "I— I'm glad…?" she muttered, once again confused about why she cared. After he'd already found out about her deepest desires and virgin status, she wasn't surprised he also knew her actual age. 

"Hehe, as well you should be," Damian chuckled before going back to enjoying his time with these fun-sized bags of sexual attraction. Alita's panting sped up rapidly, her thoughts becoming increasingly distorted and confused at these sensations. His touch felt good, and she wanted more. 

Eventually, Damian's lips and tongue moved one, even as his hands continued to fondle her breasts. He slowly travelled past Alita's toned stomach to finally reach her pelvis, where an alluring smell hit him. 

"You smell good, Alita," he said playfully, taking a deep whiff of her pussy that caused Alita's cheeks to brighten rapidly and her heartbeat to speed up. Her lips parted, but she had no idea how to respond to that. 

She could feel his breath on the bareness of her lower lips and trembled with anticipation. With every moment that passed, she was becoming more curious and excited about this whole thing. Hesitation fell to the wayside as lust rose within. 

"I see you're clean-shaven," he told her, his head now buried between her thighs. "You should keep it that way." Before Alita could respond, Damian took a hand off her breasts and swiped a finger across her lower lips. Alita instantly screeched as an electric shock travelled through her body. 

Damian looked pleased with the wetness on his finger and sat up a little so that Alita could see him. "You're so wet already, Alita. That's good." Then, to Alita's shock and surprising excitement, he put that finger in his mouth and savoured the taste with a playful smirk. "Not bad," he remarked. 

He dove down again, this time immediately putting his lips on her cunt and sticking his tongue inside. "Haaah!" Alita screamed, squirming with wide eyes when a sensation she'd never felt before assaulted her. Yet, she could go nowhere. "What— What are you doing?!" 

But Damian ignored her. His hands were back on her breasts, his arms encircled her thighs, and shadowy tendrils continued to keep her wrists in place above her head. 

Damian wasted no time to start exploring her dripping snatch with his tongue, lapping up her juices and bringing Alita to realms of pleasure she hadn't known before. She wanted to say something but couldn't find the breath to do so. Between the moaning and panting, she was unable to utter a word. 

With his fingers pulling, kneading, and pinching her breasts, while his tongue dug out her pussy, it wasn't long before Alita came to a screaming, shuddering orgasm as fluid exploded from her trembling pussy, drenching his face. 

"Hehehe, oh my," Damian chuckled as he sat up again, while a quick application of myst cleaned his face. "You 'have' had an orgasm before, haven't you…?" 

"I— I— Wh— Whaaat…?" Alita muttered, completely out of it. 

"Oh, well, it doesn't matter," Damian grinned before quickly jumping off the bed and losing his own clothes to expose his own impressive body. He was no bodybuilder, but his muscles were clearly defined and rolled across him. His body, like his face, seemed designed to attract others. 

Finally getting some reason back, Alita looked over at him and started breathing even louder. Her eyes were drawn to the pole, rising between his legs that both terrified and intrigued her. She felt her insides squirm. 

She gulped and felt compelled to say something… But since she couldn't think of anything, she simply answered his earlier question. "I— I did, but… they never felt like that…!" 

"Of course not," Damian grinned as he slowly stroked his dick a little. "You've never had me to take care of you before. But now it's time for you to take care of your master in the same way." 

He walked over to the front of the bed, which caused Alita to focus helplessly on the fleshy beast that became bigger and closer with every step. "I— Uhm… I've never…" 

She knew what he wanted, of course. Even if she hadn't ever had sex before, she'd seen plenty of things, both in porn and real life. Shame was hard to find in the Expanse, and debauchery was everywhere. 

Damian smiled as he waved his hand, dissolving the threads holding Alita's wrists in place and allowing her to move again. She quickly sat up, now fully recovered from her orgasm. 

Extending a hand, Damian caressed her cheek and sat down next to her, leaning against the wall. "That's okay. I'll teach you to give a proper blowjob later. For now, I intend to make this a lesson in what it means to serve someone." 

Alita panted a little and found herself leaning into his touch. She was becoming increasingly excited herself. "What do you mean… Master?" she asked curiously, unable to take her eyes off his cock. 

Between herself and her sister, no man ever really got close to her, and she'd never really felt a desire for it either. She never considered any of them good enough for her. 

But now that she was here, in the presence of a man who was undeniably worthy of her and had just given her the strongest orgasm of her life… she was becoming curious and excited. 

Truthfully, despite her nervousness, she'd felt no reluctance for any of this from the moment she left the bathroom. 

"Just come here…" Damian said calmly, beckoning her to him. Alita responded by crawling closer, feeling unable to disobey his commanding voice as fluids dripped from her cunt. 

'I can't believe this is happening…' she muttered in her mind, despite rising excitement in her stomach. "W— Why am I just going along with this…?" she asked in a surprisingly non-accusatory tone.