Chapter 20: Capital of Litmus ❤

Leaving her village behind, Marissa rode a carriage toward the capital of Litmus, Ventianne, accompanied by Maroon and her maid. For a duke's daughter, this level of protection would seem inadequate, but for a village chief from a poor village, it was more than enough. Marissa found herself caught between those two worlds. Yet, now that she could walk again, such trivial matters no longer concerned her. She silently promised herself that she would give everything to Hiro, who had freed her from her suffering. The world seemed more vibrant now—she could properly serve as village chief, survey the lands herself, and travel without being carried in a sedan chair. Everything felt beautiful.

What Marissa didn't know was that her thigh had already been healed by Hiro. Eager to play a prank, Hiro wrapped her legs in his tentacles like usual. Marissa thought he just wanted to "play" with her legs, so she let him. She felt immense joy as she watched her legs move, though she wondered if Hiro understood her emotions. He seemed pleased whenever they moved together.

After his routine checks, Hiro began lightly caressing her thigh—a much gentler touch than before. When supporting her movements, Hiro had always gripped her legs firmly, but now his touch was soft and ticklish. For Marissa, who hadn't felt anything in her legs in years, the sensation was completely new.

"Hyaa!?" Marissa gasped in shock at the unfamiliar feeling. Maroon, riding beside the carriage on horseback, and Bertha, who had taken the reins as coach driver, immediately tried to open the door. But Marissa quickly met them at the carriage window, trying to maintain her composure.

"What happened, milady?" Maroon asked, concerned.

"Nothing, it was just—Kya!" Marissa yelped again, her face flushed. Hiro smirked to himself, amused by the scene unfolding exactly as he imagined it would, drawing on his "extensive research" from his previous life. He continued to tease her, gently caressing her thigh and slithering his tentacles toward her back.

"Nh…" Marissa moaned softly, her body responding to the new sensations Hiro was introducing to her.

"Should we check?" Maroon and Bertha asked, concerned.

"No! Hiro and I are just bonding. This is a privilege of symbiote users. So, don't p*EEK*!!" Marissa's voice shot up as Hiro teased her sensitive breast. Before closing the window, she added, "I might make some weird noises, so please, just ignore it, okay? Hehehe…”

Marissa then knelt inside the carriage, prepared to serve Hiro. But Hiro, having lost interest, simply retreated. He had already indulged her the night before and had only meant to play a small prank. He set her back into her seat.

Frustration brewed inside Marissa. She felt ashamed, having promised herself to serve Hiro, not to expect pleasure in return. She tried to suppress the heat building within her and reminded herself of her devotion to him.

The journey to the royal capital, Ventianne, would take several days. To save money, Marissa chose to camp instead of staying at inns. She took joy in simple tasks like gathering firewood and helping Maroon with the campfire, relishing her newfound mobility.

One night, as everyone slept, Hiro slithered out and toyed with Marissa's breast, waking her with a jolt. She smiled, anticipating relief from the day's frustration, but after a brief tease of her thigh and breast, Hiro pulled back again.

“Guh… why…” Marissa muttered, her body trembling in frustration. Dark thoughts filled her mind as she fantasized about ripping Hiro's tentacle to use it for her pleasure. Of course, it was just a fantasy—her weak stats made it impossible. As the night dragged on, she resorted to fondling her own breasts, trying to calm the desire burning within her. However, nothing felt as fulfilling as Hiro's tentacle.

"Did you not sleep well, Milady?" Bertha asked as morning broke. Marissa, looking weary, climbed back into the carriage. Despite spending the entire night trying to relieve herself, she couldn't reach satisfaction. Hiro had spoiled her with such intense pleasure two days prior that her body no longer responded to her usual methods of self-stimulation. Marissa realized she was now a slave to her own desires, fully dependent on Hiro for release.

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about it. This is a small matter. Other village chiefs face the same struggles. I can't expect the luxury of a duke anymore since I haven't earned it," Marissa replied, her tone flat.

"Don't worry, Lady Marissa. You can walk now. There's no reason for others to look down on you anymore," Maroon reassured her, bowing.

"I am a village chief first. I need to act like one," Marissa answered mechanically, though her heart was elsewhere. Her thoughts no longer dwelled on her position or responsibilities. All she wanted was Hiro's touch, to experience the ecstasy only he could provide.

"Hah… hah…" Marissa gasped as Hiro teased her sensitive spots—her breasts, back, and ears. He knew her body well, and Marissa understood he was deliberately withholding her release. She began to wonder if she had somehow offended him. Why was he being so cruel?

Ashamed by her thoughts, she chastised herself. Hiro had never hurt her, never insulted her. He had only given her pleasure. It was her fault, not his, if her body craved more. She understood that her own greed was the problem. Her body and mind had become insatiable, always wanting more from Hiro.

As Hiro withdrew again, denying her satisfaction, Marissa gazed out the carriage window, trying to calm herself. She blamed her body for its selfishness, for wanting more than what Hiro offered. But the longing within her wouldn't fade. The dull ache of desire for Hiro's tentacle lingered, constantly pleading, begging to be fulfilled.

Hiro was waiting for Marissa to beg for his tentacle, but she hadn't yet. Cecile had given in after only a few hours, and Nana was even quicker. Marissa, however, persisted for two days. Hiro knew she could feel his caresses—unlike Rebecca, who felt nothing. He wondered why Marissa hadn't broken yet. Was it because he hadn't restored her vaginal sensation? Her flesh down there was still numb from the paralysis, as he had only healed her thighs.

He refrained from fixing her sexual organs on purpose. If he did, he feared she would lose control of her emotions and completely break down under his touch. Her thighs, which he had just healed, were more sensitive than her breasts—imagine how she'd react if her lower body was restored. She'd go wild. That's why he was holding back from healing those parts, even though he intended to restore her legs fully to her knees. His cell storage was running low, and he wanted to conserve it, especially with an impending meeting with the king. If the king found out about his healing abilities, Hiro figured that even if he was exposed as not being a symbiote, they might spare his life.

"Hah… Hah…" Marissa bit her lip in frustration as Hiro gently stroked her waist and caressed her stomach. If he only pressed a bit harder, she could climax just from the carriage's vibration, but Hiro deliberately held back.

"Milady, let's rest after dinner," Clarissa said, handing her food along with Bertha. But Marissa's eyes were blank. Her body was hot and desperate for release. After dinner, Bertha set up a tent for her, while both knights prepared to sleep outside.

As Marissa lay down in the tent, Hiro poked her womb again, sending shivers through her body. He caressed her thighs, and Marissa began to moan softly. Just as she neared her peak, Hiro pulled back once more.

Finally, she snapped. Grabbing one of Hiro's tentacles, Marissa kowtowed before him, her voice pleading.

"Master Hiro... Please… I'll do anything… Just let me finish!!" She cried

Marissa's dignity was shattered. At that moment, she no longer thought like a noble or even a village chief. All she craved was to cum from Hiro's tentacle. She was reduced to a slave to his touch, a mere addict to the pleasure he provided. This realization brought a surge of excitement to Hiro. It had taken time, but Marissa had finally begged him, submitting entirely to her desires.

As she requested, Hiro began by jiggling her massive breasts, causing her desire to peak. Without hesitation, he thrust his tentacle deep, slamming into her cervix.

"Gahh!! AHh!! Cumming!!!" Marissa screamed, her climax overtaking her completely. She was lost in her own fantasy, overwhelmed by satisfaction as Hiro continued to rattle her womb.

The soft caress of her thighs, the teasing pinches on her nipples, and the deep, relentless rubbing of her core soon reignited the heat inside her. Even before her first orgasm had fully subsided, another one loomed close. This time, Hiro did not hold back. He unleashed everything, and Marissa's body responded eagerly. She squirted, her back arching in ecstasy.

Her vision darkened as she fainted, her body trembling from the intense release. This time, the pleasure had been even greater. Something inside her had shifted. Despite her paralysis, she had felt the pleasure vividly in her once-numb clitoris. She was now wholly enslaved to the sensation.

In her dreams, Marissa found herself in a tower of flesh, with only one task: to endlessly have sex with Hiro. She swayed her hips day and night, her mind blissfully occupied by the feeling of his caresses. Even though her lower body remained numb, she felt a strange happiness in her role. She felt Hiro's satisfaction as well. Soon, a child tentacle was born, and Cecile, Rebecca, and Nana joined her. Bertha, Clarissa, and Maroon followed, and together, they all shared the same fate—slaves to Hiro's touch, trapped in a dream of eternal pleasure.

Unlike Marissa, the others were normal. As soon as Hiro plunged his tentacle into them, she imagined they would feel even more pleasure than she did. Such a blessing, she thought, should not be monopolized by her alone. She wanted the others to experience the greatness of Hiro's touch.

Marissa's motives shifted. No longer focused on the prosperity of her village, she now desired for Hiro to share this beautiful pleasure with others.

The next day, Marissa overslept. It wasn't until Bertha and Clarissa entered her tent that she finally awoke. Hiro had cleaned up, but the lingering scent of the previous night remained strong. Hiro wondered what the servants might say, but Bertha and Clarissa simply carried out their duties without comment, even though she had cried her hearts out the previous night.

Marissa reached the capital by evening. As she was carried toward the castle in her sedan chair, the guards stopped her.

"Halt, you are entering the Royal Castle. Carriages and vehicles are not permitted," one of the guards said with a smirk. They knew of Marissa's disability and openly mocked her.

"There is no such law!" Clarissa protested.

"It's proper etiquette to stand and kneel before the king. Even if you are a duke's daughter. Are you suggesting your mistress is so entitled that she can be carried when even the king walks upon this aisle?" the guard mocked, his tone condescending.

In the past, Marissa would have bowed her head, waiting for Clarissa to call on someone of higher authority to let them pass. But thanks to Hiro, such harassment was now beneath her. She discreetly motioned to her stomach, signaling Hiro for help. Hiro complied, slithering out and tightening his hold on her legs. Marissa then signaled for her maids to lower the sedan chair.

"Indeed, honorable knight. It would be dishonorable for me to sit while the king himself walks this aisle. I shall now stand." With Hiro's help, Marissa rose to her feet. The guards stared, agape with astonishment.

"I am now standing and walking before you. May I enter the castle? The king has summoned me, or will you disobey his orders?"

"N-no! Lady Marissa, you may pass." The guards immediately bowed and cleared the way. With steady steps, Marissa walked into the castle and made her way to the throne room, where her uncle had summoned her. King Angus paused his work and stared in disbelief as Marissa opened the doors and walked confidently toward him.

"Marissa?"

"Yes, uncle. I, Marissa Daneswald, have answered your summons."

"Your legs... Never mind that for now. It's about letters from latvin nobility," King Angus coughed and set the discussion back on track

And so, the discussion began.