Chapter 67 - Building trust and devotion**

With his legs wide and knees pulled up, Damian leaned against the headboard. Between his legs, Alita's mouth and throat were stuffed with his cock, while her wrists were bound together by the same shadows that were infiltrating her pussy. 

Her bright blue eyes looked up at him in panic and pleasured confusion because she couldn't breathe and her throat hurt, but she also felt incredible pleasure radiating from her lower body as the shadows touched places that had never been touched before. 

"I am your master now, Alita," Damian said as he caressed her hair with one hand and expertly controlled his shadows with the other. "And that means you must devote yourself to me. You must trust me completely and realize that fulfilling your desires comes at the cost of giving your everything over to me." 

After releasing a shuddering breath from his own pleasure, he continued, "You must trust that I'll never let you come to harm and that following me is in both our best interests." 

He looked into Alita's eyes and noticed she was actually calming down a little, though whether from his words, or because her focus was becoming a little hazy from the pleasure she felt was unclear. 

He tilted his head and smirked at her. "Right now, I control your pleasure, and breath. Your task will be to focus only on the pleasure and let me take care of the rest." 

Alita blinked, her body trembling from a mixture of pleasure and lack of breath, but she forced herself to calm down. 

'J— Just calm down,' she growled to herself, desperately trying not to think about her dwindling breath. 'This is the choice you made, so just endu—' 

Suddenly, her thoughts halted and a deep, muffled moan escaped her throat when Damian's shadows touched on a particularly sensitive spot. An electric shock of pleasure shot through her body and for a moment, all thought was wiped out. 

Her body frozen… and then she came. Fluids splattered from her lower lips to drench the bed, causing Damian to grin. "Guess I found a good spot, huh…?" he whispered sensually while looking down at her. 

She trembled harder, because now she was truly starting to run low on oxygen. She was still in the middle of cumming, but she'd soon faint if she remained unable to breath for much longer. 

Her rolled-up eyes were filled with panic and pleasure, but Damian soon solved her problem. Suddenly, myst infiltrated her body and provided oxygen to her body without the need for her lungs. Instantly, relief flooded her mind. She monaed louder, as the pleasure mixed with relief, allowing her to reach new heights of sensation. 

"See…?" Damian smiled at her. "Just trust your master. I'll give you breath when you need it. All you need to do is focus on the pleasure and pleasing your master. Let the rest of the world fall away. Forget all your worries until all that remains is my cock and your pussy." 

He underscored his words by using his shadows to caress the same sensitive spot again, causing Alita to moan and groan. 

Soon, however, the oxygen Damian provided her before was running out again, and she started slipping closer and closer to unconsciousness. But this time, instead of panicking, she actually became calmer. 

She realised there was nothing she could do to stop him from keeping his shaft down her throat, and remembered his words. In an effort to comply, she started emptying herself of anything besides the pleasure and the foreign object in her throat, making her tongue caress the shaft, even while sinking further into unconsciousness. 

As Alita came closer to truly accepting her position as his servant, Damian noticed the rising devotion in her eyes and grinned. This wasn't the first time he'd done something like this. It was a technique he'd discussed with his mother and then tried out first on Lyra, his shadow back on Eryndor. 

It worked wonders to establish a bond of trust and devotion between him and someone who already considered themselves his servant. Of course, that limited his capabilities with men, but he found it easier to manipulate women, anyway. 

Not that he considered women to be weaker-willed in general. He'd never consider his mother to be easy to manipulate by anyone. No, but he was a handsome man, and that helped tremendously. The same would be true in reverse. If he was a beautiful woman, he'd probably find it easier to manipulate men. 

Eventually, as she was almost about to pass out, Damian provided her with some more oxygen, and the situation was allowed to linger a little longer. 

They continued this for a long time, during which Damian only barely provided enough oxygen for Alita to not fall unconscious or receive any permanent damage. This, and the pleasure she felt, soon caused her to feel like she was floating on a pink cloud of pleasant emptiness. 

Her eyes had become hazy, and her body heavy. She felt no worries, no responsibilities, and no need to stay alert. Her body was completely slack, and the bed behind her had become completely drenched with fluids as she'd already orgasmed several more times during this. 

She didn't react to her orgasm anymore, however. They'd simply become bumps of pleasure on her pink cloud of emptiness. At the same time, Damian didn't neglect to remind her who was in charge of her pleasure and oxygen right now, knowledge that still managed to infiltrate her addled mind. 

Finally, after her fifth orgasm in this state, Damian himself wasn't able to keep going. It's not like he was immune to the pleasure he got from all this, after all. With a sigh of contentment, he unleashes a torrent of cum, directly into Alita's stomach. 

With how far he'd penetrated inside, as well as his relaxing her throat muscles again, there was no need for Alita to swallow, so she barely noticed anything. 

When he was done, he finally withdrew his shadowy tendrils from her pussy and his cock out of her throat. 

Alita reacted wildly. As soon as the obstruction in her throat was gone, she fell to the side and gasped wildly, eyes wide open. "Haaah! Haaah! Haah! Wha— Wha—?!" 

Damian, still enjoying the after-effects of his own orgasm, grinned slightly at her as he patted her hair. "Just relax, Alita. Let yourself reacclimate. You did very well." 

Alita's eyes were filled with confusion as she panned her gaze around wildly. Damian used this moment to pull her against his body and let her gather her thoughts in his comforting arms. 

Slowly, Alita's memories and thoughts started coming back to her. It took her several minutes of panting, gasping, heavy breathing, and putting her thoughts in order before she was back to her old self. At least, nominally. 

By the time she was breathing normally again, she still didn't say anything. Instead, choosing to stare up at the ceiling silently, remaining in his arms. He looked at her curiously with a smirk on his lips, waiting for her to speak up. 

"That was so weird…" she finally muttered absentmindedly. 

"But good, right?" Damian asked, grinning confidently. 

That question made her a little uncomfortable, and yet… she found herself unable to disagree. Slowly, she nodded, her naked body shuddering a little. "So good…" 

Damian's grin widened. Reaching down, he gently caressed and played with her breasts, but she had no reaction to any of it, greatly pleasing Damian. 

"Do you feel like you trust me more now?" he softly whispered in her ear. 

Alita gulped, a complicated frown on her brow. But then she slowly nodded. "Yeah… and I don't know why. I feel like I should be scared. But I'm not. Not at all." 

"Hehe, that's because it's a bit of a psychological trick, but…" he kissed her ear, causing her to shudder, "…you can choose not to think too deeply about it. Doesn't it feel better to trust the man you already chose to give yourself to? Wouldn't it be simpler to just let go and throw yourself into this entirely?" 

Once again, Alita gulped but also nodded. "It would…" 

"Good," Damian chuckled before letting one of his hands travel down to Alita's drenched pussy. "Then, let's get to the main event, shall w—" 

boom 

Suddenly, the front door flew off its hinges, and a masked, hooded figure with a drawn sword crashed into the apartment as myst swirled around their body…