Chapter 79: interlude Marissa ❤

The sun had set a long time ago. It was another day of hard work for Marissa in Quantora Village. After the attack by Jonathan, Marissa’s work in Quantora Village was endless. From dawn to dusk, she had to sign and check all the paperwork done by her ministers, leaving little time for Hiro and herself. It was only when the clock almost hit midnight that she got a proper sleep.

“Hiro… you can do anything you want to me. zzz...” Marissa kissed Hiro’s tentacle, encouraging Hiro only for her to fall asleep in Hiro’s embrace.

Hiro, being the gentleman tentacle he was, carried her to the bed. The only thing keeping her going was the comfortable sleep in his tentacle. But Hiro hadn’t played with her for over two months already. Being fed up with all the work Marissa’s henchmen handed to her, Hiro decided to lock her bedroom door, forbidding her to come out of her bedroom today. She was his slave, not her minister’s!

“Hah… It’s morning already.” The sun shone through the window, waking her up from her slumber. She gave a morning kiss to Hiro, but when she was about to go for the door, Hiro’s tentacle bound her.

Unlike other girls, Marissa was level one. Far weaker than Hiro in strength. They were all obedient girls, but Hiro was aroused when he could just bind her, knowing she couldn’t do anything even if she resisted. A girl who was too obedient or too horny was a bit turn off for him.

“Hiro. There is a job I need to do today. I need to issue a land permit to fifteen residents and check another tax report.” Marissa said. Her body was sluggish, but responsibility compelled her to do it. She was mentally exhausted to the point that she didn’t even react when Hiro massaged her breast. This needed immediate correction. How could Hiro’s host be unresponsive when he molested her? Hiro needed his girls to always be horny for him. Marissa was his slave, not the village’s.

“Lady Marissa, the sun is already up. You have an appointment with several people today.” A maid knocked on her door, then opened it only to find Marissa bound on her tentacle bed. Hiro hissed at the maid, transforming his tentacle to display several sharp teeth at the intruder.

“Ah, Bertha. It seems Hiro wanted to play with me today.” Marissa said and Hiro nodded at her.

“Understood. I shall bring your breakfast and lunch here.” Bertha, the ever understanding old maid she was, closed the door. She thought Marissa had worked too much for the village already, so she deserved some rest with Hiro.

“Oh yeah. I am a symbiote user, I can be a little selfish sometimes.” Marissa’s shoulder slumped in relief when Bertha didn’t pursue things any further. Her muscles relaxed when Hiro nudged her cheeks and patted her head. She then nestled her head in Hiro’s embrace. When Hiro’s tentacle caressed her cheeks, she licked it like an obedient dog.

“Hm… Let’s play now, Hiro.” She began to squirm when Hiro crept up her nightgown, caressing both her stomach and back. Her ginormous boobs bounced when Hiro lifted it with his tentacle. Hiro slithered to her nape; the tentacles in front slipped between her breasts. Marissa felt pleasure rising up through her body. Her body felt like she was floating on the clouds; her thoughts drifted as she savored the gentle caress from Hiro’s tentacle.

“Zzz…” She fell unconscious. Or more accurately, she fell asleep because she felt too comfortable. Hiro wanted to slap her awake, renewed her training so she moaned and cummed whenever his tentacle caressed her.

But an idea struck him. Hiro didn’t want to fuck an unconscious girl, but she didn’t faint. She is merely sleeping. Won’t it be wonderful if he could arouse her when she sleep, raising her sensitivity without her knowledge?

Hiro then began his lustful conquest. Locking the door, ensuring no trouble comes knocking. He slowly lifted her nightgown, revealing a plump buttock and slim waist. A perfect breedable host. This body was his and his only. It would never bear children, only Hiro’s copies.

Hiro began slowly, wetting his tentacle with mucus, and slithered inside her honeypot. Marissa was unique in that she would only feel it if he caressed her innermost depths, near her cervix, and that’s where he would begin.

He branched the tip into tiny flagella, each caressing the entrance of her womb. Marissa’s body jumped; she groaned at the sudden pleasure. Even when she was asleep, her body remembered. But she didn’t wake up yet. Hiro eased into her, caressing her entrance even more gently. The tentacles messaging her head kept her relaxed.

Her nipples perked up. Hiro smirked as she rustled in her sleep. Hiro stopped massaging her inside and focused on her plump breasts. He swallowed both of her melons whole, enveloping her breasts with a suit made of tentacles. Tiny feelers began caressing her nipple inside his tentacle. A slight touch, enough to send shivers.

Hiro stopped. Now that Marissa was turned on, he only needed to keep her that way. Hiro alternated his massages. Sometimes a gentle caress on her back, which brought a tingling sensation on her spine. Then, a strong kneading on her shoulder and head, which relieved her tense muscles. Then another caress on her cervix and nipples, which kept the fire of pleasure burning. It was a mix of comfort, ticklish, and arousal.

Hiro kept up the play until noon, when Marissa groaned from her sleep and finally woke up. Hiro stopped all motion and slithered into her womb. That sent another jolt of pleasure through her. She woke up in a daze, feeling more tired than when she had slept in. Her head was dizzy; her breathing ragged. It was as if she yearned for something, but the complete absence of sex in the past months had made her forget about it. Unforgiveable.

“Greetings, Milady. Was your communion with Hiro pleasurable? Are you ready for lunch?” Bertha bowed.

“Hm? Oh yeah. I must play with Hiro. Geez, I am so selfish. I had overworked Hiro, didn’t I? Even now, I was just asleep in my room. I feel so exhausted.” Marissa yawned. The fire inside slowly extinguished; the embers smoldered inside her.

Marissa ate her lunch with a dazed face. Hiro cursed his stupidity, because he had forgotten to train her tongue! He wanted her to feel pleasure as the wind brushed past her nightgown and when she ate her food. But no such thing happened. Marissa ate her meal and went to the bath without issue. Completely oblivious to Hiro’s machinations.

The bath had refreshed her, knocking some of the exhaustion and the unknown tingle inside her womb. Her body didn’t react the way Hiro wanted it to. She didn’t turn horny like Leafe did. Hiro sighed. It seemed that this training was a failure. This was unlike the hentai novel he had read. It had some unknown variables.

“Hiro, my dear. I am sorry that I have neglected you for so long. Today is just for you. Let’s play. You may use my body as you see fit.” Marissa motioned for Hiro to come out and kissed his tentacle as proof of her loyalty to him. Marissa had never forgotten Hiro even once. She had sworn that this body and soul was for him.

Hiro came out and made a flesh bed for her to sit on. She sat on it, closing her eyes, preparing herself for Hiro to ravage her body. But Hiro was passive. His interest in Marissa waned. Hiro was a complicated man. He didn’t want to force her, but he didn’t like it if she was totally submissive either. Should Hiro just do her as usual? Or should he just vent this unknown frustration that dwelled inside his lustful heart? The answer was obvious.

Hiro entwined his tentacle around her waist, lifted her butt and pressed her head on the floor. The sudden rough treatment bewildered Marissa. Then a tentacle whipped her ass, creating a ripple through her plump butt cheeks.

A dull pain shook her. Marissa wondered what had happened to Hiro, but then she remembered she deserved it. She had been neglecting Hiro for a month, and this morning, she fell asleep when Hiro played with her.

Guilt surged within her. She was about to apologize, but another sensation also surfaced from the depths of her womb. It was pleasure. Her mind was so preoccupied with her butt that she didn’t register Hiro’s tentacles playing with her cervix and clit.

“Ah… Hiiro…I am — Hmph!“ Hiro shoved her mouth with his tentacle and continued whipping her, delivering pleasure from her breast while he was at it.

Marissa squirmed when her breast was groped. Her mind was confused between pain, guilt, and lust. When Hiro stopped whipping her, only pleasure was left. Her body convulsed in an instant, her honeypot blew a tide of love juice.

“Hn… Hn… Hnn!!!” Marissa’s consciousness went white as the afterglow washed over her. This rough sex was the first. Hiro usually treated her gently, like a maiden. She realized she had become complacent. Her body had forgotten that she needed Hiro. She understood why she felt tired and unfulfilled today; it was because she had neglected him.

She lay flat on her back. Her breathing ragged, a pleasant exhaustion like a morning workout.

“Hiro… Please punish me. More. Whip me more… Ah!!” Marissa begged, but Hiro thrust his tentacle deep inside. Injecting pleasure right to her brain. Her guilt evaporated, replaced with lust as she did like a sow should, pleasuring her mate.

Her tongue lashed out, and Hiro took the chance to entwine his tentacle to it. The feelers caressed the back of her tongue, tickling her. Another tentacle wrapped around her breast, and the tip nudged her erect nipples. With a three-point attack, Marissa soon reached another peak.

Hiro then flipped her stomach, lifting her up in the air as she opened her legs. He then began pistoning and caressing her erogenous zones. This time, he added a whip to keep her from fainting. The sharp pain not only shook her awake, it also prevented her from reaching her climax. Hiro stopped, leaving Marissa unsatisfied.

Then he made Marissa straddle his tentacle, motioning her to move, pleasing him. Marissa felt her peak was coming. But when Hiro whipped her, the pain stopped her from climaxing. She understood what Hiro wanted. It was her duty to please him, so she straddled his tentacle and moved her body; the tentacles ground her inside.

Marissa couldn’t keep it for long; her body trembled, and she squirted another tide of love juice.

She felt her consciousness waver. Her mind still forced her body to move, wanting to please the tentacle lord before her. But when Hiro motioned her to stop, embracing her into a deep bed of flesh, she finally relaxed and fell into another slumber.

She had committed a sin, and Hiro had corrected her. She now understood that her body needed Hiro for everything. Afterwards, she woke up feeling refreshed in the evening, kissing Hiro a wake-up kiss as she clothed herself for dinner. She still had a night to commune with Hiro, and she wouldn’t squander the opportunity. She lived for Hiro, and Hiro existed for her. The feeling was mutual.

She understood that, and a weight had finally lifted off her shoulder. Hiro had been caring for her, and she must repay him.