Chapter 66 - Two sides of the same coin**

Damian smiled at her question with twinkling eyes. "Because you're enjoying yourself, Alita. I think you know that." 

Reaching him, Alita felt a shudder travel through her spine. His naked body entranced her. The strange realization of having chosen to be in a situation she'd previously never have found herself in was surreal. 

She wasn't stupid, either. She knew Damian had manipulated her quite effectively, playing her desires like a fiddle. Yet… how much did she really care? So far, none of what he said was untrue, so then how much of a manipulation was it, really? 

"I— I know…" Alita murmured in response as she kneeled in front of Damian, who sat against the headboard with his legs wide but with his knees pulled up. "But why…?" she continued, even as her hands reached Damian's cock almost on instinct. 

"Stop," Damian ordered calmly, his hands resting on his knees. 

Confused, Alita froze and looked at him strangely. 

"Don't you think you should ask for permission first…?" he asked with a mischievous smirk. 

Another shiver went through Alita's spine, and her expression became complicated. "See! That's what I mean!" she exclaimed helplessly. "Why does it feel good when you say stuff like that?!" 

Never losing his eternal smirk, Damian explained. "Our bond is putting me in a position of authority in your mind. Unless you actively try to resist me, you'll find it difficult to disobey me." 

Before Alita could respond, he adjusted himself a little and continued. "But you have no desire to resist because you like being under me." 

Alita's eyes widened. "T— That's ridiculous! I— It's the opposite! I loved playing around with those fools outside, why would I then like… this?!" she continued, waving her arms between Damian and herself to indicate their current situation. 

A blush appeared on her cheeks when she finished a little more timidly. "It's not like that orgasm you gave me was that good…" 

"Hehe," Damian chuckled, deciding not to engage with that last bit. Instead, he shrugged casually. "Sadism and masochism are two sides of the same coin, Alita. Unless there are other mitigating factors, most people who are either are also the other." 

He pointed at her playfully. "You, Alita, are attracted to clear power dynamics. You love dominating and playing with others. You probably even enjoy killing opponents after proving your superiority over them." 

He pulled his hand back and waved it a little. "But at the same time, if someone can subjugate you, you greatly enjoy that, too. And that feeling was exacerbated because you were never able to let the real you out before, for fear of alienating your sister." 

Finally, he rested his wrists back on his knees and smiled at a contemplative Alita. "Now, you've not only found someone able to subjugate you, but who'll help you grow stronger, and accept you for who you are. Deep down, you desire to be protected and controlled by me because you know I'll give you considerable leeway in how you wield the power I'll give you." 

After Damian's psychoanalysis of Alita, silence fell, and his subject looked at him with wide eyes. Her lips moved, but no sound came out. Damian smiled at her while waiting for her to come to terms with what he'd said. 

Part of his knowledge about her came from his bloodsense, of course, but not all of it. The rest were simple deductions that his mother had drilled into him for years. These were things that any skilled manipulator should be able to intuit without much effort. 

When it became clear Alita was still having trouble admitting the truth, Damian decided it was time to move on with what he'd planned. 

"It's alright, Alita," he chuckled smugly. "You'll come to realize the truth soon enough." He beckoned her again, ripping her from her thoughts. "Now, come here. Lie down on your stomach and put your face in front of my cock." 

Alita's breath hitched before speeding up again. She gulped. Trying to resist his command quickly proved he hadn't lied. She noticed a powerful urge to obey him and stopped herself just in time… but then a wave of inner desire destroyed that resistance. 

"S— Shit," she muttered to herself, her body moving according to Damian's command. 'Do I really want this?!' she screamed in her mind, but no answer came. When her face was in front of his meaty staff, she looked up at Damian with a hint of fear and anxiety mixed with desire and lust. 

"Good girl," he said, causing a shiver to spread through her body. Bending forward slightly, he grabbed her chin. "Now, open your mouth." 

Once again, Alita did as he said, and Damian used his grip on her chin to move her in place, before slowly thrusting his dick between her lips. 

Alita's eyes widened when the strange, musky and salty taste hit her tongue, but she was soon distracted from the thick, meaty staff entering her mouth by a sensation from her cunt. 

"Hngh!" she shuddered, instinctively closing her mouth again. Looking up at Damian in confusion, she noticed his other hand was covered in shadowy treads that travelled to a place behind her, beyond her vision. He looked down at her with a smirk. 

"No teeth, Alita," he told her softly. "Open your mouth again, and just hand your body to me. I'll teach you what it means to serve and trust your master." 

As pleasure started radiating from her lower pussy, Alita found herself unable to stop herself from parting her lips again, allowing Damian to push onward. 

He watched himself disappear into her mouth and felt a shudder of his own pleasure. He glanced over at Alita's ass and saw the shadowy tendrils that were slowly infiltrating Alita's cunt, careful to avoid her hymen. Alita shuddered and moaned as she felt these tendrils reach places she'd never felt anything before. 

Her confusion and nervosity grew, but Damian was quick to put all that to rest. His cock soon hit Alita's gag reflex, and that was when he switched his hand from her chin to her throat. "This is going to feel a little strange, Alita, but bear with me." 

Alita's breath sped up again, but before she knew what was happening, Damian used myst to relax the muscles in her throat, and she lost the ability to breathe at all. Damian then pushed forward again and hilted his cock in Alita's throat, much to her shock. 

Sputtering, choking, and moaning escaped from Alita's mouth after Damian stopped relaxing her throat muscles. She now had a large dick lodged in her throat, bringing her both pain and a lack of oxygen, but at the same time, the shadowy tendrils were infiltrating further and soon started racking up the pleasure they gave her. 

She wasn't sure what to feel anymore as pleasure competed with pain and panic. Her body spasmed, but Damian had put a hand on her head even as more shadowy tendrils once again bound her wrists. She could go nowhere. All she could do was lay there and accept whatever Damian was planning…