Embracing the Silver Chains: Reincarnated as a Captive Princess
When I woke up, I was inside a dizzyingly beautiful prison. I, Rimuru Tempest, had somehow been reincarnated as the princess of a kingdom utterly destroyed by Shion, the hero who defeated the Great Demon Lord Veldora. He is my enemy who took everything from me.
Shion's eyes are always cold. But sometimes, he shows me a look of such deep pain that it makes my heart clench. His voice, telling me 'You are mine,' is a mix of anger and sorrow that makes my whole body burn. I shouldn't feel this. He'
Embracing the Silver Chains: Reincarnated as a Captive Princess - The Feast at Obsidian Palace — The Conqueror's Fingertips and the Captive Princess's Fever
"His Imperial Majesty requests your presence at a private dinner."
The words echoed through the quiet Star Chamber in the fading light of evening.
Rimuru held their breath. Outside the window, beyond the triple-layered castle walls, the sun was sinking toward the horizon. Orange light filtered through the transparent ceiling, slowly seeping into the white silk sheets.
The events of the day still lingered on their skin. The sensation of Shion gripping their chin wouldn't fade. Strong, burning hot, and yet trembling ever so slightly — every time they remembered the feeling of those fingers, a sharp ache squeezed deep in their chest.
"...I understand."
Their voice didn't waver. But the fists clenched on their knees trembled faintly.
The guard opened the door without a word. The magic lock glowed pale blue, and the heavy stone door began to move slowly. Rimuru stood, checking the neckline of the white prisoner's garment they wore. A revealing outfit that exposed much of their skin. A humiliating garment they'd been told was Shion's personal preference.
Stepping into the corridor, the majesty of the Black Jade Palace spread before them.
A black stone corridor sixty meters high. Murals of the Great Demon Lord War covered the walls — soldiers battling colossal demonic beasts, black clouds swallowing the sky, and at the center, a silver-haired hero. Shion. Perhaps this was his appearance from a hundred years ago. The Shion in the mural had eyes far younger, far fiercer than the man now.
"This way."
Only the guard's footsteps echoed through the long corridor. Walking behind her, Rimuru tried to calmly observe their surroundings. A great hall where guards constantly came and went. Magic candelabras installed at regular intervals along the walls, their flickering pale blue light casting shadows. Watchtowers visible. Escape routes — none.
(This palace is a prison.)
A luxurious prison. An extravagant cage. Even without bars, there was no way out. Walking on their own two feet, Rimuru was made to understand this fact.
Their legs trembled.
They couldn't stop it. Their heart pounded loudly enough to be deafening. Even as their mind tried to analyze the situation calmly, their body sensed the fear first. Something churned restlessly deep in their chest.
Before a massive ebony door, the guard stopped.
"His Imperial Majesty awaits you inside."
Without another word, she departed. Left behind, Rimuru stood alone before the door.
Three deep breaths.
They gently stroked their long silver hair. With the pride of Princess Caldina in their heart, they straightened their back. And then — with both hands, they pushed open the heavy door.
The room was dimly lit.
Rows of silver candelabras lined the space, their wavering flames illuminating the chamber. Beyond the long dining table, Shion sat waiting.
Silver hair. Crimson eyes.
His long hair, reaching down his back, was tied back carelessly. He swirled a wine glass in one hand. The table was laden with extravagant dishes — steaming meat, vividly colored fruits, soup served in silver bowls. And tableware for two.
Shion said nothing.
Only his crimson eyes fixed on Rimuru. Cold, merciless, and yet deep within them — something else churned. Holding their breath, Rimuru slowly stepped forward.
"...Sit."
A low, quiet voice.
A command. Unable to resist, Rimuru seated themselves in the chair opposite him. The seat was cold, and an unpleasant sweat began to seep down their back.
The meal began.
But Shion barely touched his food. He merely swirled his wine glass, taking an occasional sip. All the while, his crimson eyes continued to watch Rimuru. A sharp gaze, as if observing their every move.
With trembling hands, Rimuru gripped their fork and brought food to their mouth. They tasted nothing.
(I'm scared... but.)
Rimuru didn't miss the way Shion's brow sometimes twisted in what looked like pain. For just a moment, his fist clenched until his knuckles turned white. Beneath the mask of the cold conqueror, deep anguish seeped through his expression. As if he was enduring something.
(Why do you make that face?)
The silence stretched for an hour.
Only the light of the silver candelabras flickered and swayed. In the distance, the footsteps of guards echoed. Outside the window, the lights of the imperial capital winked out, one by one.
"Why do you not try to escape."
Suddenly, Shion spoke.
A low, flat voice. But the question carried something — a strange resonance. Rimuru set down their fork and raised their head.
"Because I cannot escape."
An honest answer. There was no way out. This palace was a prison, and the Star Prison Tower was a cage. Escaping Shion's surveillance was impossible.
Shion slowly swirled his wine glass.
"That's not it."
His voice dropped slightly lower.
"You no longer want to escape."
Rimuru's heart lurched violently.
(No...)
The words caught in their throat. No. They wanted to say it. But for some reason, they couldn't. Because — it was true that every time they remembered the sensation from earlier that day, something deep in their chest grew hot. Even though they should hate him. Even though they should fear him.
Shion's lips twisted faintly.
Which emotion that represented, Rimuru couldn't tell.
The moment the dishes were cleared away, the atmosphere shifted.
Shion stood.
When his tall frame rose, the entire room felt smaller. The physique of a 192-centimeter warrior. Silver hair swaying, crimson eyes looking down upon Rimuru. With quiet footsteps, he slowly approached.
Rimuru's body wouldn't move.
"...What are you—"
Before they could finish, their arm was seized.
A strong grip. Almost painful. Shion's hand was large, burning hot, easily capturing Rimuru's slender arm and refusing to let go.
"Do not resist."
A cold command.
Without pause, he lifted Rimuru up. Their body rose into the air, their vision swaying. The enormous canopied bed drew closer. The black silk sheets absorbed the light of the candelabras.
Their back sank into the sheets.
Looking up, Shion stood over them, looming. His face was unreadable in the backlight. But his crimson eyes were unmistakably clear. It felt as though his pupils had narrowed into vertical slits.
"You belong to me."
Shion declared.
"I will teach your body that."
Rimuru tried to escape. But Shion pinned both their wrists above their head with one hand. They were no match for his strength. His other hand reached for the neckline of the white silk garment Rimuru wore.
Riiip.
Along with the sound of tearing fabric, pale skin was exposed.
"No...!"
A scream escaped them. But Shion ignored it. His fingers crawled from their exposed collarbone toward the swell of their chest. The sensation of his fingertips slowly traveled across their skin. Hot, forceful, and yet strangely — gentle.
(I'm scared... I should be scared...)
The core of their body grew hot.
They felt a tight ache deep in their lower abdomen. Even as they trembled with fear, their body reacted on its own to every movement of Shion's fingers. As if it no longer belonged to them.
"Stop..."
Their voice trembled. Tears spilled over.
Shion's fingers touched Rimuru's cheek. Gently, as if wiping away the tears. But immediately after — he licked the tears from Rimuru's cheek with his tongue.
"...Ngh."
Their breath caught.
The sensation of his tongue traced from their cheek to their lips. The first kiss was rough. But the moment he touched the softness of Rimuru's lips — Shion's movements stopped, just for an instant.
Only an instant.
Immediately, he pressed his lips harder against theirs. His tongue pushed inside, violating Rimuru's mouth. Unable to breathe, their head grew hazy. Only the warmth of his tongue and the heat of Shion's breath filled everything.
When their lips parted, a silver thread stretched between them.
Wiping the thread away with his finger, Shion grabbed Rimuru's clothing once more. The remaining fabric was torn further. The light of the candelabras cast shadows across Rimuru's now completely naked body.
Shion's fingers found the tips of their chest.
"Hyah...!"
His fingers pinched and teased. At the first sensation of a man's fingers, Rimuru's hips jerked. They should be scared. And yet — from the place he touched, a sweet numbness spread outward.
"You're feeling it."
Shion whispered into their ear. What emotion his voice carried, Rimuru couldn't tell.
"No... I'm not..."
They shook their head. But their body was honest. With every movement of his fingers, they trembled faintly.
Shion's hand slowly slid down toward their lower abdomen. Tracing below their navel, and then — he pushed Rimuru's legs apart.
"N-no...!"
They couldn't resist. They were utterly outmatched in strength. Even as they tried to close their legs, Shion's knee pushed between them, leaving their most intimate place defenselessly exposed.
Hot fingers touched that place.
"Ah..."
A sound escaped them.
His finger slowly sank inside. Into that hot, wet place, Shion's finger entered without hesitation. The sensation of intrusion, and something else entirely — the feeling of being filled — made Rimuru's mind go blank.
Shion began to move his finger slowly.
"Ah... aah..."
Their thoughts melted under the sensations being given to them. They should be scared, yet their body ached for more. Their hips moved on their own, trying to draw Shion's finger deeper.
(No... why am I...)
It was as if their body no longer belonged to them.
Shion began to remove his clothes. His trained, naked body was illuminated by the light of the candelabras. A warrior's physique. A chest carved with countless scars. And — at its center, his engorged length.
Rimuru gasped.
A man's penis, seen for the first time. Fully erect, throbbing, aimed at them. Their body went rigid with terror.
"I'm going to put this inside you."
Shion said.
As Rimuru trembled, Shion — for just a moment — wore an expression of pain. And then, he stroked Rimuru's hair. Their long silver hair, gently. His touch was, for some reason, tender.
Crimson eyes gazed into Rimuru's tear-filled eyes.
In that instant, Rimuru saw it. Something sorrowful deep within his eyes. A deep, profound sadness churning there.
But — the next moment.
Shion lifted Rimuru's legs and thrust himself inside in one motion.
"Nooooo!!"
They screamed at the pain of being torn.
The sensation of something ripping. The pain of being forcibly spread open deep inside. They dug their nails into Shion's back, desperately trying to endure. The tears wouldn't stop. It hurt. It was terrifying. But —
Shion began to move his hips without pause.
Squelch... squelch... obscene sounds filled the air. Love fluids and blood mixed together as Shion's penis mercilessly stretched Rimuru's tight vagina. It wasn't just pain — some other sensation welled up from deep within their body.
"Ah... aah...!"
Moans escaped them, as if they belonged to someone else.
As he moved, Shion murmured in anguish.
"You belong to me..."
As if he was trying to convince himself. Over and over. His voice held none of a conqueror's coldness — only deep suffering seeped through.
The pain gradually began to change.
Under Shion's fierce thrusts, Rimuru's body slowly started to respond. Their vagina clenched around his penis, writhing in time with his movements. They should be scared. They should hate this. But — their body craved it.
"No... noo...!"
Climax approached.
Their body trembled involuntarily, clenching tightly around Shion. Under their first wave of pleasure, Rimuru's consciousness began to blur. Their long silver hair shimmered faintly in the light of the magic candelabras.
Seeing that radiance, Shion's movements — stopped.
"Rimuru..."
Their name was called out in anguish.
That voice held none of a conqueror's coldness. What it held — was a sadness too deep. As if he loved but couldn't love, as if he feared losing something — that kind of voice.
Shion
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