Devoured By Cetus

  This was supposed to be short but ended up being longer. I also don't know if I'm done with this like maybe do a part 2 but still don't have any substantial story line worked up yet. Right now I'm working on some Erotic Fairytales: Hunting Snow White so we'll see what happens.

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Andromeda trembled. The spray of the sea on her fair skin and in her wheat colored hair mixed with the salt of her sweat. She was drenched in fear and sea spray chained to the wall inside the sea cave waiting for the beast to devour her. And it was all her mother’s fault. Why did the woman have to offend the gods? She knew how jealous and easily offended they were.

Now Andromeda was to pay the price. The 18 year old princess’s face became wet with the salt of her tears as well as the crashing waves. Her fine silk dress clung to her curvy body, her nipples stiffened from the chill and began poking enticingly through her purple dress. Her damp wheat colored hair plastered to her face and throat and the chains chafed at her fair ivory skin.

Hot tears stung her olive green eyes as she slumped against the damp cave wall. Suddenly Andromeda noticed a serpentine movement in the water. Green iridescent scales flashed in the little light that shone through the cave. A cold worm of fear gnawed at her spine. Her heart froze in her chest as if someone had reached into her rib cage and squeezed it. 

A growl echoed through the cave, a deep rumble that could cause an earthquake, as the creature grew ever closer. Andromeda struggled against her chains, her eyes ever vigilant on the monster until to her confusion the giant creature seemed to shrink and morph. A few minutes later a scaly webbed hand breached the water. A fish man climbed out of the dark blue waters still changing from a scaly fish man to a normal human.  

Andromeda’s eyes widened in disbelief as a handsome young man stood before her with eyes ever changing blue, gray, green and fathomless like the sea, a muscular figure with taut muscle, auburn hair with streaks of red, and olive skin smiled wickedly at her. His vibrant eyes raked over every inch of the princess’s body, her every curve, every bit of exposed skin and through her wet clothes and devoured her in such a way that made the princess swallow hard. She felt exposed as never before. 

Her fear almost dissolved in the wake of wonder of such perfection: lean muscles marbled to perfection stretched tight and gleaming from ocean spray, two perfectly formed pecs with dark nipples stiffened from the cold. Her eyes went lower over his rippling stomach, ab muscles carved to shame the strongest man going into a “V” of his waistline that lead to… by the gods… What lay between his muscular thighs was something akin to a thick sea serpent! She rubbed her thighs together against a sudden ache, an image flashing in her mind of its length rubbing itself all over her… pushing inside of her.

“Who are you?” Andromeda demanded, yet her voice quaked with fear as the monster stalked towards her. His fingers caressed her wet cheek. His touch gave Andromeda shivers. Pleasurable shivers. She didn’t expect his skin to feel so… smooth. His hands were clammy but gentle.

The monster looked up into Andromeda’s wide olive green eyes, staring deep into her soul with his fathomless pools. His nostrils flared as if smelling her fear, but the creature smelled more than just terror. There was that slight hint of curiosity that always precluded arousal whenever he came upon a mortal woman. 

“Cetus,” he said in a voice like salt wind and rough waves that made Andromeda’s stomach tighten with an emotion she couldn’t name out of shame. “I have come here to devour you to please the gods… and myself of course.”

Suddenly the desire that clenched in her belly was replaced by terror. 

“You wouldn’t want to eat me!” Andromeda pleaded, her olive eyes wide. “I’m bitter and rough. I’ll give you a stomachache!”

Cetus highly doubted that. By the looks of her she was soft, pliant, and the sea monster bet that she tasted the sweetest. A dangerous smirk played across his sinful lips, sharpening his features to severity. 

Leaning forward, Cetus’s breath caressed the princess’s throat as he inhaled her scent: the salty sea, wild flowers, and her human fear. He smirked, he would soon turn that fear into passion. Touching his lips to her neck Andromeda felt every bump on the flat of his tongue against her quickening pulse. She went rigid with terror yet at the same time her pussy quivered while every nerve lit up.

“You’re such a liar, Princess,” Cetus whispered hungrily. “Never have I tasted flesh so sweet.” He gave the pulse of her neck a small gentle suction drawing out a whimper from her beautiful chapped lips. His hand reached up, caressing her round face, his thumb massaging a spot behind Andromeda’s ear that sent a tremor of heat to her belly.

Andromeda couldn’t help but melt a little. He wasn’t at all what she had expected. But then again the gods were great deceivers. Never accept a gift from the gods. Had not Pandora been the first case? A beautiful woman who’s curiosity unleashed evils upon mankind. Yet Cetus’s touches were so careful, decisive. He knew just where to touch her and when. She felt her traitorous body relax until…

“Ah!” Andromeda gasped sharply the minute she felt something cool and slimy touch her delicate royal skin. Her olive eyes widened in horror to see that a pair of tentacles were lightly exploring the skin of her arms, slowly traveling down to the sides of her breasts then her hips and thighs.

Cetus’s tentacles gave him a more intimate feel of his new princess. He could taste every inch of her perfumed skin, feel the tiny goosebumps his touch left, and feel her trembles vibrating deep within her core. His animal instinct was to wrap her in his tentacles and hold her tight while he ravished her but he kept a tight mental rein on his brutal animal instincts. If Cetus played this right he could have a new slave desperate to please him in every way he wished. 

“Shhhhh, sweeting,” Cetus crooned. The monster took Andromeda’s chin between his fingers and lifted her face to his. He made a study of her and smiled rakishly, his ever changing ocean eyes going from somber gray to a deep, electric blue with tiny flecks of green like sea weed in the summer currents. Andromeda noticed how they burned right through her with their unholy desire to possess her. The thought frightened her but there was a spark of excitement, even anticipation to have herself wrapped around the beastly sea monster Adonis.

Andromeda felt the press of his firm muscular body against her trembling form, the brush of his manhood against her thigh, its heat and thickness giving her ideas that had no place here. The monster leaned in and slid his lips over hers in a sensuous glide. Andromeda briefly tasted the brine but then a wave of warmth washed over her, chasing away the chill of the sea and her terror. Now she was shivering with expectation and not just the cold sea and Cetus’s wandering tentacles on her exposed skin.

The wandering tentacles, seemingly satisfied with their explorations, wrapped themselves around Andromeda’s shapely hips, hugging her close to Cetus’s where she could feel the growing bulge of his lust. The princess whimpered. Cetus ghosted his lips along the princess’s cheek feeling her skin warm at his touch. His finger danced along the swell of her aching breasts. Tracing his finger around the puckering nipple that poked through her salt drenched dress. His hands, so demanding and suddenly hot smoothed over her breasts, feeling their weight and taunting her nipples with the brush of his thumbs.

His senses were filled with her. Cetus had never trembled before as his body moved against hers with sudden need, his lips tracing sensually along her smooth wet flesh. Another tentacle grew and slithered to slide over her thigh reaching up then lazily stroking her nether lips. Andromeda jolted, a cry escaping her red lips. The sensation was odd. The smooth wet tentacle tracing the downy curled slit had her shivering but not with cold but with reluctant expectation and warmth. 

While his tentacle languidly caressed her intimately, Cetus pressed soft kisses along the column of Andromeda’s throat traveling down to her collar bone then peppering kisses atop her mounds that he squeezed and fondled roughly, her erect nubs spearing into his palms. A tingling spiraled up the princess’s spine. She couldn’t help but sigh at the sensations flooding her body. 

The sea monster tore open her gown then drew a trembling nipple into his hot mouth, rolling the nub between his teeth then gently suckling it. The nub throbbed as his tongue lapped against it. The roughness of his tongue and the tentacle now gently pushing at her womanly center were stabbing her body with bliss.

Andromeda leaned her head back, lazily closed her eyes and moaned. What was happening right now? She was being ravished by a monster… a monster with a warm, agile tongue and gentle lips. A monster who’s extra octopus appendage flexing and slithering into her tight passage setting every nerve on fire. Electricity surged through Andromeda’s veins making her pussy quiver and weep.

Cetus listened to the princess’s soft whimpers. The slick softness of her warm flesh, the taste of her, and the sounds she was making fed the monster’s hunger. His cock throbbed to life, impatient to possess to center of her sweetness. He wrapped his fist around the member then slowly began to stroke it in order to soothe the raging lust he felt within the hot staff. It grew and pulsed in his palm. Patience! Soon he would have her willing. Patience!

Tremors plagued Andromeda’s small body. Teasing pleasure stabbed at her brain that made her desire something that she couldn’t put into words. The tiny suction cups  were suckling lazily at her flesh, taunting her while Cetus’s lips tugged at her ever hardening nipples, making them throb with sensitivity. She could barely contain her helpless groans. She wanted to scream her torture but years of being trained in royal decorum was difficult to break, even in the throes of strange ecstasy.

The sea monster left her tortured nipples to taunt the rest of her fair unblemished skin, heat blooming in his wake, melting away the cold worm of fear that gnawed less and less at Andromeda’s spine. His lips teased along the curve of her stomach then his tongue dug into her belly button while his hands caressed the curve of her hips. Andromeda suppressed the giggle that bubbled in her throat. Her stomach was always ticklish. The princess wondered while in her fog what it would be like to touch him back. To run her fingers through those waves of red brown locks. 

Andromeda moved and the chains made a clanging sound when she saw where he was going. A new fear blossomed within her belly. She jerked away but Cetus bit into her hip making a red mark and causing her to cry out in pain, his tentacles squeezing her. 

“Be still, princess,” Cetus smirked. “And accept your fate… I promise you’ll enjoy every minute of my devouring.” His third tentacle pushed more gently. Andromeda whined and squirmed from the discomfort at the parting of her glistening pink petals and Cetus groaned at the scorching tightness his appendage encountered within. He pulled back the conquering tentacle to see traces of blood. A true virgin. 

Cetus tore the rest of Andromeda’s dress away leaving her bare and vulnerable before him. He nuzzled his nose into her moist golden downy curls, his lips kissing her pink cleft that had grown moist and fragrant from his earlier administrations to her breasts. While his tentacles could taste and feel he wanted to experience her honey on his human tongue. 

“Sweet… yet there’s a certain spice,” Cetus groaned. Cetus’s tongue traced along Andromeda’s slit. She jumped feeling a pulse of heat from the action. He continued to lap at her folds, teasing them, kissing them until they grew wet and hot, her nether lips becoming saturated and drawing back to reveal her inner lips.

The princess could do nothing but enjoy the sea monster’s tongue as it quested to find her more intimate, unique flavor. Her breasts, her nerves, her body became hot and tautly alive from Cetus’s surprisingly gentle lips pressing and sucking at her between her thighs. Sometimes he would stop then rub his cheek against her inner thigh or press more kisses to them then go back her throbbing entrance.

 She couldn’t deny the thrill that cascaded over her at Cetus’s tentacles, so strong yet gentle, holding her in place while he pleased her with his mouth. And he was pleasing her. Yes! She admitted it! She loved the way his mouth was making love to her. It made her want more. What else could he do with his body and tentacles that would bring her to glorious heights?

Despite the tentacles holding her lower body, her arms were free to fight against the manacles that bound her. The trapped princess struggled at her chains, feeling them chafe against her delicate skin raw, breaking the skin and bleeding. 

“Do not fight so, Princess,” Cetus hissed from between her legs. Andromeda shrunk from the scowl in the beast’s vibrant, glowing blue-green eyes, the gleaming smooth tentacles tightening in warning. “You’ll damage that royal soft skin. I prefer my maidens unblemished.” 

Cetus pressed a finger at her entrance then slowly pushed inside. She cried out at the invasion yet she was slick enough that it wasn’t uncomfortable for long. The monster groaned silkily, “I can feel your inner walls clenching around me, precious pearl.” He withdrew his finger then sucked on his wet finger. He groaned at the taste of her, her arousal mixed with some traces of blood giving it a sweet, tangy taste. “Tastes even better inside.”

 “Do you want my tongue back in your pussy, Princess?” Cetus looked up, a naughty glint in his sea green sinful eyes. Andromeda nodded dumbly, her cheeks flushed and her body now completely hot, impervious to the cold. What else could she say? Cetus had started a fire within her that was confusing and yet she didn’t want him to stop. If this was how she would die wasn’t it better than pain? She sighed in ecstasy as the tiny suckers of his tentacles suckled at her trembling skin. Her skin was crawling but in a way that made her deliciously tingle.

“Say it,” Cetus’s tongue swirled over Andromeda’s clit. The princess gasped sharply. His tongue dragged slowly over her pussy, making her whimper as he tasted her, her head beginning to spin. “Say it, Princess.”

“I… I want your tongue… back in my pussy,” Andromeda’s voice trembled. It was breathless and thick with shame. The minute she said it, Cetus tilted his head up then drove his tongue into her quivering heat. He hummed at the taste of her delicious cunt, his lips vibrating against hers. Suddenly the sound of the raging sea and the echoes of the cave were drowned out by the rapid beating of Andromeda’s heart, her blood pounding in her ears as Cetus’s suckling tentacles and his rasping tongue were her only tether to the real world as she felt her spirit begin to float in a sea of bliss.

Andromeda chewed on her lower lip, her throat straining from the effort to contain her rapturous moans. But Cetus could hear her unsteady breathing. Wrapping his lips around her pleasure pearl he lashed it with his tongue sending jolts of electricity through the trembling princess. His hands roamed over her quivering thighs to the sensitive joint of her bending knee to her slender calves. She was damp from the briny sea spray but Cetus could feel the warmth and sleekness of her royal skin. 

Andromeda felt herself grow slicker and Cetus lapped at her juices like a bear to honey. Her nipples tingled, growing hard from the arousal. They were becoming so sensitive that the brush of the wind was enough to cause her pain and discomfort. She wanted Cetus to ease that pain and touch them again. The creature seemed to read her mind, the third tentacle was possessed with a new mission. It slithered up her body to tease her rosy peak in an erotic caress. As agile as a tongue with it’s added suckers, the tentacle circled the flushed bead, giving it sucking kisses that had Andromeda arching forward whimpering for more.  

The tentacle taunted one bud then the other, each tug corresponding with Cetus’s tongue flicking across her knot of nerves. The tender, sensual assault clouded the princess in a sexual haze. Nothing mattered but the climax she wanted, no needed desperately. Nothing else mattered. Not her fear or her reservations of a monster making love to her. All that mattered was the tongue driving deep into the princess’s core, the tentacles caressing her, and the heat that consumed her body and soul.

Andromeda jolted at the feel of another intrusion. It was Cetus’s finger again, yet this time he attempted a second finger. No longer trying to hold her, the tentacles each explored her flushed skin. Goosebumps blooming with each delicate kiss of a sucker. The princess was arching forward into Cetus’s mouth and fingers, his slimy appendages and was loving every minute. She bucked her hips while Cetus tormented her slippery nubbin, giving it long leisurely licks then giving it rapid flicks until it was close to bursting. 

A virgin yet yielded so sweetly to him. Cetus wondered about her other virginity. The princess cried out feeling Cetus’s tentacle pressing against another hole between her luscious cheeks. The smooth, cool snake pressed against the opening, its natural slime acting as a lubricant. 

“I wonder, Princess Andromeda,” Cetus growled huskily. “Would you hold my cock here as sweetly and hotly as you would here.” Cetus drove his fingers deeper within her molten core up to his knuckles. Her arousal drizzled down his knuckles onto his hand. His cock lurched feeling the princess’s cunt sucking him in, squeezing around his fingers with greediness. The tentacle at her rose hole didn’t force all the way but just a sliver to tickle her muscle ring that clamped tightly.

It was too much. “No!” Andromeda shut her eyes tightly. Cetus felt her rose hole shut just as stubbornly. The tentacle removed itself, smoothing over her perfect round buttocks in an attempt to soothe the frightened princess.  

The sea monster shrugged. He would enjoy molding this princess to his will. Soon she would accept him anywhere he wanted. He dove back in between her thighs, giving her erect, throbbing pearl light suction. He felt it throb with her approaching release.

Cetus suddenly removed his fingers, deciding to hold onto Andromeda’s thrusting hips to keep her still. Focusing all of his oral attention on her throbbing berry his tentacle replaced his fingers, driving deep until it curled and fondled every woman’s secret spot that most men ignored. The other two tentacles worked Andromeda’s sensitive nipples, hard like diamonds and delicious like ripe berries.  

  Andromeda couldn’t take it anymore. Her orgasm ripped through her in a crashing wave of white heat. Her whole body lifted from the wall, arching into Cetus as her body bent to his will. He loved the scream of ecstasy that overpowered the proper princess’s will to keep quiet. Even through her orgasm the monster continued to lick and drink in the juices that flooded his mouth, dripping over his chin and covering his still softly thrusting tentacle. 

Andromeda struggled to breathe normally again as Cetus kissed his way up her body until he came face to face with her. He presented his cum-soaked tentacle to her and without even being told the princess parted her lips and accepted the slippery object. She felt the tentacle shiver along with Cetus’s seductive unsteady breath at her fierce suction. It was like a tongue almost but more flexible and Andromeda tasted her own sweetness mingled with something foreign. It was briny but combined with her own it was an enticing flavor. It’s texture was smooth, rubbery, its wetness making it difficult to hold on to. The cups on the tentacle began sucking at her tongue making Andromeda groan with the pleasure of it.  

She moaned in dismay when Cetus slowly withdrew his tentacle from her hot young mouth. His tentacles were an extension of himself and when she felt her sucking hard on the slippery object his cock throbbed, the skin stretched over the member so thinly that he thought it was burst. He had never been so aroused by a captive before.

He reabsorbed his tentacles into his body then leaned in. Cetus nibbled on her earlobe whispering incoherent things in her ear. It was the tone of his voice, rough and deep like the heart of the sea that made every tender part of Andromeda throb with sudden need.

“Yes… you’re perfect,” crooned Cetus. Andromeda felt Cetus’s lips replace his fingers, his tongue plunging into the heat of her mouth and she accepted him willingly, her mind and body drained of resistance. “Sleep, my princess…,” Cetus murmured against her panting mouth. And at his command Andromeda obeyed.

Cetus returned to his monstrous form and with his god-like strength he broke Andromeda’s chains then carrying her he dove into the raging sea. Beneath the cold sea was Cetus’s palace where he would enjoy training his new pet to satisfy all of his desires. 

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Andromeda felt herself floating in a cold sea of darkness. All sounds were muffled and she drifted to nowhere. She didn’t know how long it had been but she slowly woke to find herself on a soft bed in a room lit by torches. 

Her head spinning yet body somewhat rested, a glow from unknown origin within her, the princess surveyed her surroundings to see that she was in a room fit for a queen. The room was alabaster and black marble with a navy blue floor decorated with images of dolphins, shells, fish and exotic creatures of legend like Tritons and mermaids and sirens. The room was lined with treasure chests bursting with precious gems, pearls, and gold that gave off their own ghostly glow. 

Andromeda felt a shiver then realized with shock that she was naked. She covered her bare breasts, crying out when she discovered how tender they were. In fact her lips felt swollen and sensitive. Red circles covered her round hips where her skin was once ivory and flawless. She could still feel the pull of the suckers that left those marks. What happened? Then it all came back to her in a rush and all the emotions that hadn’t been there when she woke up came flooding back, hitting her body like a stormy wave crashing upon the gentle shore. 

“Good evening, my precious pearl.”

Andromeda started at the deep, baritone voice behind her, jumping off the bed on shaky legs but she managed to stand. The voice struck her at the top of her spine that rolled down to her core. But when she saw who it was her moan was more dismay than ecstasy. Once more she felt a spark in her blood at the sight of the handsome monster that she was sacrificed to. 

The monster responsible for her being here was still as naked as the gods made him and still perfect in every physical way that made the princess shiver with lust. Cetus only smirked his arrogance, his hypnotic sea green eyes devouring every inch of her exposed nubile flesh. Andromeda swallowed hard. She could still feel the places he had touched her. They burned as if he had branded her with their gentle explorations. 

“Do you still fear me, my precious one?” Cetus took a step forward only to see Andromeda retreat towards the bed. He chuckled darkly, the sound reverberating through the princess’s body. She was quite voluptuous, the monster thought. And in the heat of passion even more seductive and radiant. 

“Stay away!” Andromeda snapped. Suddenly Andromeda was stopped abruptly, two tentacles wrapping around her refined waist and she found herself slammed against a solid object of hot tight flesh. She struggled and fought but the creature only laughed. He suddenly grabbed her wrist before it could make contact again. But Andromeda cried out in agony. Cetus frowned until he saw the marks made by the manacles. His suction marks were one thing but the injuries from the iron filled Cetus with rage.

The sea monster examined them with the utmost care, his touch gentle as before. The gingerly touch of his fingers nevertheless were electric, sending tiny shocks of happiness through her veins.

“Barbarians,” Cetus muttered angrily. “To mar such skin is a crime against all decency.” His tentacles held her firmly, lifting her slightly from the marble patterned floor as Cetus made his way to a cabinet where there were many colorful jars varying in size and design. Cetus took out a thin alabaster jar then the tentacles pulled Andromeda once again close to him. 

“Hold still, my pearl.” The cream was pink and felt cool against her heated skin. Once more the stroke of Cetus’s fingers sent a thrill through her body, drugging her with the sensuality of the simple caring touch. Once he had finished, Andromeda marveled to see that her wound had disappeared as if it had been erased by time. He did the same to her other wrist which resulted in the same effect.

“There now. All healed…,” Cetus smiled, his eyes were now a calm, soothing blue-green then slate gray. His eyes fascinated the princess. In the cave they were stormy with his arousal and passion but when content or pleased they were soft and light. They changed again, darker and swirling with color when he took her hand and pressed a soft kiss into her once wounded wrist. He then kissed her palm, her fingers, turning her hand over he kissed the back of her hand. This time Andromeda felt the flicking of his hot wet tongue. It made her pulse flutter, a strange twittering feeling happening in her stomach. “Your skin is soft like silk.”

Andromeda couldn’t stand the intensity of those multi-changing eyes of his, they pierced through her soul and made her skin tingle with heat all over. 

“Please release me,” she pleaded quietly.

“My tentacles cause you discomfort?” he inquired softly. “Did I hurt you with them in the cave?”

They didn’t hurt her in the cave but the way they twisted and flexed around her, the way they nuzzled and kissed her skin made her body come alive with warm feelings. It was a feeling that coasted from head to toe. Andromeda still expected Cetus to eat her and would prefer not to be confused further. Seeming to read her troubled, confused mind, Cetus acquiesced and the tentacles released her and reabsorbed into his tan, muscular body.  

“There, see how reasonable I can be?” Cetus spoke in good humor. Andromeda averted her olive eyes, her cheeks flushing into a rosy color that was most becoming. Unable to resist, Cetus pulled her into his strong embrace and once more pressed against him the princess felt his maleness begin to harden against her thigh. Cetus felt his captive tremble as he kissed her hair, inhaling the fragrance of violets in her golden locks. He was filled with a heady feeling with the knowledge that this royal treasure now belonged to him. His blood rushed with victory, but her fear would not do. He wanted her willing like she was in the cave. 

“Even after I have healed your wounds and acquiesced to your request about my tentacles you tremble in fear of me,” Cetus attempted to sound amused but Andromeda couldn’t help but hear a small trace of annoyance. She refused to look at him instead intent on his thick neck, admiring the tendons that pulsed and flexed every time her spoke or swallowed or laughed. His smell was the most intriguing. She expected him to smell of the briny fishy sea, like the foul scent of low tide but instead she smelled an exotic spice, a male musk that invaded her senses making her feel weak, submissive somehow. Was this a magic spell?

 Andromeda’s nipples, stiff from her arousal, brushed against the monster’s hard chest. He felt them and purred with male delight that he could have this effect on her. 

“Have you lost your tongue, precious pearl? I so loved hearing you mewl and moan for me when I was pleasuring you,” Cetus’s voice was low, a husky tone that gave Andromeda goose bumps. But being reminded of her weakness in the cave angered her. 

“You’re a disgusting beast!” she pushed at him, glaring at him with her olive eyes so filled with defiant fire. Her rebelliousness made Cetus’s cock come alive. He loved resistance. The more resistance the sweeter the conquest. “Let me go!”

But Cetus’s strength was not of mortal men. He only pulled her more tightly against him, his face nuzzling into the fragrant crown of her head, her struggling setting his loins on fire. “Fighting me only arouses me, princess,” he murmured, his voice rough satin. Andromeda stopped, heat creeping into her cheeks when she suddenly remembered that they were both nude and intimately pressed against each other. She could feel his man root pressing insistently against her quivering thigh. The heat of it burned her. 

Sensing her temporary defeat, Cetus’s hands explored her shapely form at his leisure. She was womanly, round and soft in all the right places. Wide rounded hips that Cetus imagined swaying before him, holding them as he pierced her fiercely with his love staff. He would turn her cries of despair into cries of ecstasy soon enough. 

Not wanting to look into his intense, devastating eyes the princess focused her attention on his impressive broad chest. His pectorals were well defined, golden and when her fingers explored felt the warm smoothness of his skin. His nipples began to grow when she brushed over them in small circles. She heard the beast groan at her sensual action. His skin jolted at the contact of her supple skin on his. The sea monster’s blood rushed roaring with battle.

When Cetus went to caress her full fluttering breast, Andromeda protested, “No! Stop this!” She renewed her struggles, able to turn around so she could face away from him but Cetus once more squeezed her against him, his cock now pressing intimately into her backside. She froze when Cetus, with a vise like hold on her hips, maneuvered his cock to slide between the warm valley of her cheeks, snuggly squeezed as she bent forward. She felt that hard yet smooth weapon rub along her nether lips and over her rose hole that spasmed from the contact. Electricity tingled up her spine. She groaned in horrible defeat when her loins began to moisten again. 

Cetus growled, a beast in heat, moving his hips in a slow steady motion to make the princess feel every inch of his iron-hard shaft, to feel it pulse against her tender parts with the want to claim her. He smiled rakishly feeling his captive move her hips back, her body half bent and mouth gaping with passion. Andromeda didn’t understand how her body could betray her like this. This monster was sent to punish her family, to punish her mother for her hubris. Cetus should be hurting her but he was making her body tingle and quake with arousal. She was his bitch in heat.

“It is I who am master here, my pearl, not you.” Andromeda was pulled up, his voice in her ear, the puffs of his word hitting her skin and making her shiver. His breath on her skin only heightened her need for him, making her weak and slippery inside. “I think it’s time to teach you that lesson.”

He felt her quiver in his arms. The sea monster chuckled darkly, the sound raking over Andromeda’s senses. “I think it’s time to teach you that lesson,” Cetus murmured thickly.

He turned Andromeda around the look he gave her melted her in way no human man ever did. At the sight of his face coming closer, his seductive lips parted and wanting, Andromeda felt a quickening in her nethers. No! A panic gave her some of the strength to resist his hand in her hair and turn her face away. She felt Cetus’s gentle lips brush and nuzzle into her cheek, his tongue hot and moist in the whirl of her ear. “Andromeda…”

Andromeda breathed in sharply feeling Cetus’s hand caress her plump moon cheek, giving it a comforting squeeze and she felt his budding arousal. He moved his hand from her hair to wrap around her back, lifting her leg to notch his growing shaft against her Venus mont. The princess whimpered helplessly as that old fire ignited once more to make her melt and surrender to the monster. 

“It will do you no good to resist me,” Cetus whispered, his lips traveling along the white column of her throat, making nipping marks upon her delicate flesh then soothing them with the heat of his tongue. “You do realize that, don’t you?”

Andromeda chewed on her lower lip. His lips on her bare skin were delicious. She couldn’t help collapsing into the strong flesh holding her. His masculine scent filled her, infecting her blood to weave the spell ever tighter upon her. She had never smelled something so intoxicating or overpowering as him. The scent was that of an exotic, aroused male that excited something primitive inside her. 

“I promise not to use my tentacles on you… this time,” Cetus promised. 

“You are evil, Cetus…,” Andromeda murmured against his hard yet warm skin. He smelled so good, so delicious, she wanted to taste him but bit her tongue. The sea monster laughed, the sound reverberating through her again. 

“I am but an instrument of the gods, my precious pearl,” Cetus grinned wickedly. “But my punishments will give you the most pleasure, I promise.” He rolled his hips, his shaft grazing her budding clit. His hand back in her hair he pulled her head back, looking deep into her olive green eyes, soulful, apprehensive and filled with rising lust that made his pulse skip. Cetus tested the softness of her lips. They were shy at first but once more yielded to his erotic assault, her lips parting in a breathless groan to allow Cetus’s tongue to plunder the honeyed sweetness of her mouth.

Releasing her leg, Cetus wrapped Andromeda in his embrace. Their kiss deepened, tongues doing battle then meeting in an passionate dance that fed the fires of their rising passions. Cetus’s hands wandered down the slope of her spine to cup her smooth plump cheeks. The monster groaned at the feel of them.

“You’re as ripe as a peach, my pearl,” Cetus murmured hungrily. “I cannot wait to plunge deep inside of your depths.” Cetus’s fingers grazed along Andromeda’s rose hole. She made a small cry of protest at the forbidden pleasure that made her quake at the thought of him claiming every inch of her body; places she never thought to entertain a man. 

Tracing his tongue along the princess’s plush lips, bruised and tender from his kisses, Cetus spoke firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument, “You will call me ‘Master’ from now on, my precious pearl. Do you understand?”

“Yes…” What else could the princess say? She was at this monster’s mercy. There was a lecherous gleam in his sea changing eyes. They were dark again, sapphire, slate grey pools with flecks of sea weed green. They bore into her human soul making her weak at the knees.

“First I shall teach you how to please me,” Cetus sucked on the pulse on her neck, his tongue tickling the sensitive area, listening to her whimper in response. “Then we shall play a game that will please us both.”

Andromeda swallowed hard. What evil machinations did Cetus have planned? She rubbed her thighs together to fight against the fire that burned in her core. The sea monster pressed his big hands on the princess’s slender shoulders pushing her gently down to bring her face to face with his manhood that already began to swell, darkening with his growing arousal. She couldn’t help but be fascinated by it. It didn’t seem so scary but it thickened the more he stroked it until it stood erect, the ruby head glaring at her. It had a slight curve to it as if giving her a lewd salute. 

The princess unconsciously licked her lips at the bulbous head shining at the end. She wondered if she could fit her whole hand around the girth. Mesmerized, Andromeda watched as the thing came closer. She felt a fluttering in her stomach, a tingling in her core that made her moist inside. 

Cetus fisted his cock holding it to Andromeda’s plush lips, swollen from their passionate kisses. The princess looked up at her new master, olive green eyes wide and imploring. The monster’s thick cock throbbed at the sight of her, on her knees, her lips hanging open as if waiting for something to suckle upon. It filled the beast with erotic pleasure. To have power over someone as high and mighty as a princess was as intoxicating as the taste of her feminine juices. 

“You wish to please your new Master don’t you, Princess?” he said huskily, stroking his length and rubbing it gently against her beautiful face. The princess nodded in defeat and yet the feeling of his manhood felt oddly… good. 

She rubbed back against the appendage feeling its warm smooth hardness against her cheek. It made Cetus’s balls tighten and his head ooze seed to watch her comply. He groaned when some of his pre-cum be captured on her lip. Andromeda wiped the substance away, marveling at its gooey warm texture between her fingers. “Now kiss your new Master.”

Andromeda swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly watering, this close to his manhood she was assailed with his male musk that was somehow stronger in this spot. She leaned forward and gently kissed the iron hard appendage. It felt so hot. Like a firebrand. She kissed the bulbous purple head, feeling its satin softness in contrast with its steeliness, tasting some of his white seed. She licked her lips. It was briny, sticky and warm yet not unpleasant. She went back but this time she lightly sucked more of his seed, lightly coating her tongue.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Andromeda hummed. She felt her master shudder as she licked the sensitive underside of the head to gather up more of his pearly, savory seed. Instinct seemed to take over, the princess took more of the staff into her mouth. She was amazed that something so hard could also be so buttery soft, unlike his tentacle that lacked rigidity. She could feel the ridges of his length practically throb for her as she caressed it with her questing tongue.

Cetus gave a small groan. She was so curious and eager to please. Her mouth intoxicated him. It took all of his will power not to take Andromeda’s head and force his cock into her hot lush mouth and fuck her throat. He couldn’t wait to feel that sweet mouth on other places on his body. He spoke hungrily, “Kiss it again, princess.”

Andromeda kissed lovingly along the length of her master’s mammoth cock, the heat of it searing her lips. She marveled at it’s girth, feeling it pulse as it grew. She saw his hanging flesh purse then impulsively dragged her tongue along it’s smooth flesh. Cetus sucked in a breath. He lifted his cock up to give her better access and she took one fat marble into her mouth sucking gently.

The sack was so smooth, soft and warm. Savory and musky yet like his seed not at all unpleasant. Andromeda withdrew but her master guided her to the other marble. The princess even moaned vibrating against the monster’s ball sack. When Andromeda decided to suck more tightly while lapping at the flesh purse Cetus growled loudly. She pulled back looking up at him in fear.

“Did I hurt you, Master?” she asked in trepidation. Cetus petted her head as if she were his lap dog at his feet. 

“No, my pearl,” Cetus’s chest heaved, his nipples hard and stomach clenching at the sight of her beautiful red lips quivering, some of his seed was even dripping from the corner of her tempting mouth. “You’re pleasing your new Master quite well. Now place your lips around my crown again and suck but remember no teeth. Teeth would hurt me.”

Andromeda nodded quickly and did as she was bid though she doubted that his man root would fit she wanted to please him. She opened her mouth and allowed Cetus to push the bulbous head between her plush lips. She felt her lips stretch about the girth and moaned around the intruding length, it was velvet steel and tasted strangely good. He sunk in up to his fist, the length of 12 inches would have choked her. Cetus wanted her to grow used to him before shoving himself inside her mouth, no matter how strong the urge was. Her mouth was so warm and wet, moist velvet like her pussy he was close to losing his seed. 

The princess just sat there for a few moments. Her olive eyes looked up at the sea monster expectantly for instruction. Cetus’s face turned from severe dominant master to sensual and gentle in every line of his god-like face. He rested his hand on her golden head, moving his hand to the side of her face then his thumb sensually rubbing into her cheek.

“Lick it… yes just like that… don’t be afraid to explore a little,” Cetus instructed softly, his sea green eyes a dark sapphire emerald that melted her with their intensity. Andromeda obeyed, once more tasting his salty seed that was lubricated on his hardness. She felt his member jerk and pulse like a heart beat, or a raw nerve as she slowly bobbed her head up and down. Her fear melted into fascination as her tongue slowly explored the velvet iron rod. She watched her master’s face become drawn into desire and pleasure. His eyes would flutter then close, his throat flex as he swallowed, his lips parting and his breath coming in short pants then long groaning sighs. 

Cetus marveled at the soft wetness of her tongue. A hot curious muscle that traced along the throbbing veins, pulling back to swirl it about the head, drinking in more beads of his cum then suckling gently, ravenous for more. She began to move her head back and forth of her own volition. All the while she watched him, curiosity and growing lust in her beautiful green eyes. 

“Such a sweet mouth… beautiful,” Cetus began to meet her bobbing head slowly, his fingers kneading her golden scalp and muttering more encouragements. Andromeda sucked on her master sometimes gentle and sometimes hard, her saliva and his cum making the member gleam, her soft lips kissing his fist.  

“Cease!” But Andromeda was still suckling hard, her eyes closed in complete heaven. He pulled her off, the suction was so great she came off with a wet “pop”! “Cease, woman!” But the beast’s admonishing tone belied the gleam of laughter in his eyes. 

“What did I do wrong now, Master?” she asked in trepidation. 

“No, you greedy woman,” he chuckled huskily. “Patience, precious pearl. I have other games in mind for tonight. You may suckle me just a little longer but not too much, gentle sucks.”

Andromeda did as she was bid and quickly engulfed her Master’s throbbing member back into her moist hot mouth, suckling gently as he said, the leaking head resting on her molten tongue. 

“Good girl. Good girl… uuuhhhh such a beautiful mouth. These lips were made to caress my cock!” The princess felt a spark of joy at his words of praise. She felt that slick heat between her thighs again. Her stomach fluttered with thousands of butterflies and she felt an electric tingle in her skin.

“Cease!” This time Andromeda obeyed her Master without hesitation. A bit of his seed dripped from her kiss-swollen quivering lips. Cetus almost exploded at the erotic sight. He pulled her to her feet, his thumb tracing along her full dark bottom lip until it caught the drop of his pearly seed. He placed his thumb at Andromeda’s lips and she instinctively took it into her hot mouth and sucked at the remaining male juice, her tongue flicking at the tip of his thumb. She felt her Master shudder. A small part of her enjoyed the knowledge that she too could elicit such a reaction from him.

Cetus assaulted her mouth with bruising kisses that left the princess breathless. Every tender part of her throbbed, crying out for this rough yet gentle master to make love to every inch of her body. Breathless, Cetus broke the kiss then murmured, “Now I would teach you a new game.” His face was dark yet sensual making Andromeda’s nerves burn and womb clench in sudden desire.

When he lifted her into his embrace, Andromeda wrapped her legs around his grooved hips, loving the feel of his cock, wet with her saliva and his seed, pulsating against her belly. 

The sea monster pressed his captive onto the bed. She sunk into the comfortable sheets almost disappearing into its decadent softness. Cetus crawled forward, covering the princess with his whole body, allowing her to feel every hard, indented muscle branding against her delicate soft curves. He nuzzled into her neck as his hips grinding slowly against her, his cock dragging along her drenched slit that ached and burned for relief. 

Andromeda became a different animal. No longer the proper princess but a bitch in heat whose hips moved to meet her master’s, wanting above all else to have that mammoth cock deep inside her womb even if it would kill her. Cetus nibbled and sucked at her skin, his breath in her ear, “Moan for me, princess. I like it when you moan for me.”

Andromeda released a symphony of moans that had Cetus hot for her, even more than before. His cock throbbed almost to the point of pain, the skin stretched so tight he thought it would burst. He needed relief but he took a deep breath. He needed to cool his arousal before he released his seed all over her young body… that would be for another game he thought to himself with a rakish grin. 

Cetus stood up smiling at Andromeda’s whimpers of protest. He went to the side of the bed and took out a carnelian jar carved with bees on the side. Honey? What did he plan to do with that, the princess wondered. The persistent ache between her thighs made her groan. She needed some kind of release, the release the sea monster gave her in the cave. 

Her new Master turned back to her holding an elegant brush that he dipped into the fiery orange colored jar, his sea green-blue-gray eyes dark and hooded with desire. “Lie still. Place your hands above you and relax. I promise you will enjoy this…”

Andromeda did as commanded. So far she had enjoyed their encounters. This new game must hold more untold pleasures. She had lived an austere life. Discouraged from inviting the attentions of men like a proper Greek girl. She had been hidden away from male company except her father and male relatives. Though lewd thoughts had still intruded.

She would get unexplained urges as she reached her teens. Her loins would burn and she would run her thighs together for relief. One day her cousin, Sophronia told her to give riding horses a try to relieve her urges. Needless to say horse back riding became her favorite sport. Then another cousin, Apollon convinced her to practice kissing. They even kissed while touching each other naked but Andromeda never gave up her virginity or experience any of the things Cetus had done to her so far. 

Andromeda sucked in a breath when the brush made contact with her sensitive skin. It felt like warm kisses upon her royal flesh followed by the sticky heat of the golden honey. He patiently painted every inch of her front excluding her face. Every stroke was a sensual lick that made Andromeda go slippery inside, making her body heat, her nipples stand erect, sensitive to each passing of the brush and the air itself. 

When she moved, Cetus chided sternly, “Do not move. I forbid you to move while I lick every bit of honey from your tender flesh, my pearl. If you squirm I will punish you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Andromeda squeaked. His sternness melted and Cetus smiled. It was a warm smile that reached his eyes and Andromeda felt her heart almost stop at the sight. There was a softness to him that he allowed her to see making her less afraid of him. Cetus licked his sensual lips. Andromeda was glistening with fragrant gold and looked so incredibly appetizing.  

“You may moan and make noises, my pearl,” Cetus remarked, his eyes straying to her shapely legs to her delicate adorable toes. “As I have said before, I like hearing you moan.”

Cetus started at her toes. Andromeda watched in rapt fascination as the monster licked and suckled everyone of her toes. Warm tingles raced up her legs to her core while Cetus’s tongue made love to her feet, a part of her body Andromeda never found particularly attractive. Yet he worshipped every inch of her fair skin. 

Andromeda mewled and sighed as Cetus’s tongue lapped at her honey coated flesh. She felt every bump of his warm tongue clean the sticky sweet substance off as he worked up her legs. As he came closer to her feminine heat Andromeda felt the urge to squirm. His administrations were getting her hot and excited. She ached terribly to the point of sweet agony especially between her thighs where the melting fire grew with each passing lap of the beast’s tongue. But she remembered her Master’s warning. The princess remained perfectly still. Yet she did groan and whimper to show her appreciation and her desire.

Cetus licked and sucked the soft skin around Andromeda’s golden curls but ignored the molten heat of her. The princess whimpered in desperation, her body trembling with the strain to remain still. Cetus chuckled into her lovely sticky skin at her impatience. His own tumescence was throbbing with anticipation but this game kept it under control. Coming to her navel, Cetus extended his tongue deep into the belly button. Andromeda gave a small squeal of laughter, her body going rigid coming close to breaking her Master’s rule.

“Ticklish?” Cetus watched her with mischief in his ever changing green-blue grayish eyes still dark with the fires of lust. Andromeda chewed her bottom lip fighting the constant urge to buck and arch her body towards her erotic tormentor. The sea monster was thorough in his quest of getting the honey off Andromeda’s royal fair skin. By the time he reached her full ripe breasts she was glistening with his saliva.

Her resolve was severely tested when he lingered on her honey coated breasts. The luscious mounds began to tingle and swell with growing passion. As he kissed and licked around the nipples, the darkened nubs became erect, reaching for him to his wicked delight. Then Andromeda felt her bud be engulfed in a wet heat. He gave each growing nub a good suckling, alternating between gentle and hard, his tongue flicking across the buds getting them diamond hard. Andromeda thought she would die from such pleasure. Each tug on her breast a surge of electricity would fire down to her trembling core. 

The sea monster continued his quest and cleaned off the rest of the honey from her chest, neck, shoulders, arms and hands and fingers, sucking in each digit as he did with her toes. Cetus hovered over his captive pearl, his lips still wrapped around her finger while he watched her with his heated stare. 

“Did you like that, my precious pearl?” Cetus murmured before sucking in another finger, his tongue teasing the digit causing Andromeda to sigh heavenly. She nodded vigorously, her olive green eyes hooded in desire for him. “Good. Now turn over onto your stomach.”

Andromeda eagerly complied. Once more Cetus took his time to coat her entire back with golden honey. He followed the same path, tactfully avoiding her smoldering nether lips that glistened with their own cream. Though he did swirl his tongue in her tight rose hole. The princess made a small squeal of pleasure. Once more she burned with the urge to move but she kept still, conveying her erotic bliss through sound.

Once Andromeda was clean of every sticky drop of nectar, Cetus rolled the princess over then unable to resist kissed her moaning lips, swallowing each whimper and groan. Andromeda fully participated, wrapping her arms about her Master, pressing the fullness of her curves against his hard body, feeling his turgid shaft throb against her. By some crazy instinct Andromeda reached down, wrapping her soft hand around his thickness and stroking him. Cetus groaned into their kiss. This princess was fiery. Her hands were so warm and gentle too. 

But Cetus didn’t want to lose his seed. He wanted to mark her but not yet. He took hold of her wrist and reluctantly but firmly pulled her hand away from him. “Now… you will do the same to me, my pearl.”

Andromeda was only too eager to obey. She remembered what Cetus had done and while her Master lay on his back she coated every inch of his front with golden honey. She licked her lips at the sight of the nectar glazing his perfectly marbled flesh. She stayed away from his rigid maleness by his instruction. It was her turn to tease and torment. 

The princess sucked and licked at her Master’s toes, worshipping him from his feet all the way to his thick thighs, avoiding his member, veined and actually twitching. She watched as pearls of his seed dripped from the red head, webs of his arousal coating his stomach and Andromeda lapped those beads up along with the honey when she came to his rippling stomach adding a saltiness to the sweet nectar that pleased her. She felt his ab muscles flex and twitch beneath her hot tongue. 

With mischief in her lust-addled mind, Andromeda tenderly, tauntingly licked around the base of her Master’s throbbing shaft. Her cheek brushed along its satin steel length, reveling in the heat that branded her tender skin. 

“Vixen bitch!” Cetus hissed with a toothy smile. He followed his own rule however not moving but conveying his pleasure vocally. Andromeda moved on up his rippling stomach, her hair in her wake leaving feathery kisses on Cetus’s tight wet skin.  

She played with his nipples that pebbled in her lips once she engulfed each one, flicking her tongue against it, lapping at the buds and listening to her Master shudder a ragged breath. His breathing became more unsteady with small manly groans of arousal as Andromeda suckled and lapped at the honey on his chest and broad shoulders. After licking the honey from his hands and fingers, Cetus turned over so she could administer the same pleasure on his back.

Andromeda’s tongue took its sweet time, giving his honeyed flesh delicate yet insistent strokes that had him on the verge of rolling over and taking her right there. The vixen was becoming less shy in her passion as Cetus hoped she would. She even gave his marbled cheek a playful bite that made him chuckle. Fire raced through his blood, his cock pulsing against his belly as Andromeda lapped up along his spine. With incredible restrain he didn’t move his hips in hopes of relieving the building pressure he felt in his groin. 

Once she had finished Cetus turned over and in a roar took hold of the princess, smothering her cries with his brutal fierce kisses. He rolled over, having her squirming beneath him as he pinioned her limbs, her wrists held high above her head, his hips wedging between her creamy thighs. Andromeda whimpered into her Master’s mouth feeling the throbbing of his member pressing against her own eager molten core. Cetus’s tongue swept into her mouth tasting her sweetness, her desire.

He blazed a trail down the ivory column of her throat hearing her moan, feeling her hips buck against him, sawing his member along her nether lips and the budding badge of her sex saturated with lust for him. 

“Andromeda,” Cetus murmured thickly against her supple skin, his voice rough with his lust. “My precious pearl…” He engulfed the princess’s stiff nub, throbbing and sensitive, drawing on it as he flicked his wicked tongue against it. Andromeda gasped sharply. “All mine. All mine.” He took in her other nipple, his hand caressing her luscious breasts, heavy and swollen with her want for him. 

“Master, please…,” Andromeda begged, her breath uneven.

“Now…,” Cetus gave her diamond hard nipple small kisses and tiny nibbles that had her shaking, tuning her body to become as taut as a lyre string. “Tell me how much you want my monster cock inside you,” Cetus whispered hoarsely leaving her nipples to hover above her, watching her beautiful face flush with desire and eyes on fire with uncontrollable lust. He took his cock in his fist then taunted her pink pearl, erect and hungry for attention, with the tip of his bulbous head. Andromeda whimpered in response, moving her hips frantically to get him to go lower. 

“I can’t hear you, princess,” Cetus nibbled along her quivering jawline. Quickly he kissed her but not brusquely as before. This was a searing kiss, slow and meant to tantalize and savor. His tongue dipped between her lips meeting hers in a hot wet slide. He broke the kiss with a rakish grin murmuring against her wanton lips, “Tell me.”

“I want your monster cock inside me,” Andromeda rasped, her voice weak yet throaty.

Cetus tugged his fingers into her wheat golden hair. Her scalp burned with the pull but it added to her pleasure somehow. He huskily spoke in her ear, his breath giving her gooseflesh about her neck, prompting, “I want you inside me…?”

“Master!” The princess cried out. Cetus’s voice had reached deep within Andromeda, raking pleasurably through her, her womb squeezing in primal delight. “I want your monster cock inside me, Master! Please!” she spoke more firmly yet still breathless.

Cetus drew back but instead of thrusting fully inside, he pressed his fat red head that drooled pre-cum into her tender hot flesh. Andromeda sobbed in gratitude and painful relief. The swollen organ threatened to split her in two but there was a sweetness that tingled in the background, mingling and burning more as Cetus pushed into her sacred heat now slick with her musk and arousal. Her eyes watered with the stress on her tender sex, yet Cetus hushed her with soothing sounds, kissing her again with the same gentleness and heat that served to relax his captive. 

Cetus wanted to thrust in savagely he waited so long, her virgin lips were so tight and hot, flexing about him in a silken caress unlike anything he’d ever experienced. No, he would be gentle for now. He moved his hips back and forth slowly, kissing Andromeda’s tears of pain away, whispering sweet endearments into her ear as he drove deeper into the recesses of her soft willing body. He nuzzled into her hair, bombarded with the scent of violets and the silkiness of her golden tresses. 

He felt her begin to move her hips a little to meet him. Cetus looked down, smiling as her eyes were shut, perspiration beading on her white forehead, her golden hair fanning over the pillows like a halo or a crown making her seem holy, celestial. Aphrodite would be jealous for sure. He felt a wave of tenderness wash over him. He leaned down, kissing her lips softly, his tongue running a moist line along her lower lip then sweeping into her open mouth tasting her heat.  

Andromeda’s pain began to fade to be replaced by a spark of pleasure that grew with each new deepening thrust. Her hands were no longer pinned above her, giving her freedom to explore Cetus’s magnificent body as he ground his hips into her her. 

Her eyes were shut tight, focusing on the rod that pushed its way into her, the push becoming less resistant each time. Her hands ran up and down the sea monster’s back, feeling his muscles flex and twitch with each exertion. He was so hard and hot. She raked her fingers down his muscular lean back to come to his firm perfect buttocks. His cheeks clenched with each thrust until he suddenly stopped.

The princess opened her eyes, wondering what was wrong. She was just starting to feel pleasure from her Master when he seemed to pause. He was staring down at her in some secret triumph. 

“I knew you could take all of me, my pearl,” Cetus declared, stroking her hair and cheek. Andromeda looked down to see that his member had disappeared completely inside of her. Her olive eyes widened in surprise making the sea monster laugh. Her innocence was so charming. One would not think a fiery sensual woman lay beneath that beautiful face. He wondered how she would react if…

“Oh!” Andromeda jolted in surprise, her hands flying to wrap around his neck. The iron flesh was flexing within her. Her own muscles clenched around him in response. She watched as his stomach rippled and it happened again. “How are you doing that?”

Cetus laughed, his laughter was dark and sensuous, flooding Andromeda with delicious shivers. He answered by rotating his hips. Andromeda’s head fell back, her body being flooded with pulses of heat spreading from her core. Her fingers strayed upwards and threaded through the monster’s auburn locks. She found them soft and luxurious, the nest of curls caressing her fingers.

“Are you ready for the real pleasure, pearl?” Cetus whispered huskily. His hips were already withdrawing. Andromeda could see crimson gleaming on his love staff. Her virginity was gone now. Before she could even answer the sea monster thrusted back in to the hilt. This continued for a while, his strokes long and rough but Andromeda’s body reacted on instinct, meeting him with her own soft hips. 

Cetus groaned as his thrusts grew more measured, quicker until he was pistoning into her yielding young body. She was fantastic! Her heat clenched around him in a molten velvet caress trying to milk him of his seed. His balls were boiling with his need for release. It was time. Time to make her his completely. He came with a roar, his seed exploding inside, flooding Andromeda with his lust. 

Andromeda felt Cetus’s member swell and throb insistently until she felt a flood of hot liquid inside her. He continued to thrust savagely until the princess was on the crest of something amazing. Then she felt it. An explosion of heat that had her trembling with the force of it. She could see colors behind her eyes as her vision faded. When she came to, Cetus was collapsed on top of her, his breathing returning to normal but he was still hard and deep inside her. 

“You’re all mine, Andromeda,” Cetus whispered in her ear breathlessly. He lifted his head up and took her face between his big hands his sea green and blue eyes dark with lust and almost threatening. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Master,” Andromeda answered weakly. Cetus kissed her, his tongue meeting hers, rubbing together. Breaking the kiss the sea monster grinned pulling out of her body. She felt so drained, her body thrumming with spent desire and deliciously sore. Cetus rolled over lying next to her. He took her head and turned her to face him, “Now, my precious pearl, clean your Master.”

He guided her towards his still hard cock that rested wet and thick on his strong stomach. Andromeda was lost in a haze and unwilling to refuse or even think about his commands. She settled herself between his muscular thighs, her golden hair fanning over his thigh, then set to work with her tongue, lapping at the hard flesh stalk. She tasted her juices and his which created an oddly addictive flavor.

Cetus watched her through hooded eyes with a smile that a cat would have after eating the canary. He loved the feel of her tongue. Soft and delicate like satin yet hot and moist. He loved how her hair felt like warm silk tingling his damp flesh. She moaned around his cock when she took part of it into her wanton mouth. Andromeda worked to clean every inch of his manhood until exhausted her head rested on his lean hip. He felt her gentle breath wash over his now flaccid cock giving him goosebumps. 

The considerate sea monster pulled the drowsy Andromeda up and laid her beside him. He tucked her into the silk sheets then settled himself beside her watching her sleep. She looked so innocent in sleep. Nothing of the wanton that had previously taken all of him and he had pleasured. Yes, this princess will do nicely. Cetus closed his eyes and for the first time in 1,000 years he fell into a deep contented sleep.

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Andromeda rose from the blissful oblivion of slumber. For a moment she didn’t know where she was. Being encased in fine warm silk she thought she was in her room at the palace. But then she felt someone else cuddling up behind her. The princess turned her head and her heart stopped. An incredible Adonis was sleeping contently beside her. She felt his breath moist and warm on her nape making her hair stand on end.

She carefully crept out of bed. It all came flooding back to her. Andromeda’s body felt sore, but it was a good kind of sore like after an exercise. Once again Andromeda marveled at the richness of her surroundings. Cetus had a palace full of gold and precious gems. Seeking some form of modesty the princess looked around and found a trunk full of silk robes. Something only a queen or even a goddess would wear. 

Wrapping herself in a coral pink robe, Andromeda went to explore her new residence. She lightly touched the walls, the marble was smooth and polished, cool against her heated skin. She looked back at her Master and saw that he was still deep in sleep. She was caught with indecision. Should she leave him to explore? What harm would there be in looking around? If she was going to live here she might as well familiarize herself with the place.

As Andromeda walked out of the room she wondered at her thoughts. Was she suddenly so resigned to just stay here? To be kept as a sea monster’s new pet? She was a princess! It was undignified! He wasn’t a god where it would have been somewhat acceptable but a beast. Yet his touch was so gentle. It set her aflame. His voice was like rough silk that made her shiver deep into her womanly core. The memories of last night made Andromeda feel damp between her thighs as her body warmed. 

While in her daydreams Andromeda suddenly realized she had wandered down a dark hallway of navy blue marble with veins of silver. Down this hallway there was a dark room illuminated by a blue ghostly light. Some instinct within her told her to go forward. With tip toes Andromeda went forward and within the room was a small round pool of light blue that was glowing. 

The light was almost calling to her until she came to the edge. It seemed like a normal pool despite the glow but suddenly Andromeda found herself thinking of home and the pool swirled in multicolors to reveal her home. It showed her her parents. Her mother wearing black weeping while her father sat dejected in his throne going through his usual day but he was looking passively at his advisors and petitioners. 

“Mama… Papa…?” Andromeda felt a welling in her heart. Tears overflowed from her eyes, she could taste their saltiness as they dripped down her cheeks to the corners of her mouth. Her foot moved forward as if to dive in and suddenly be home. But a relentless hand gripped her arm and roughly pulled her back. The image dissolved. Andromeda cried out in dismay, her eyes shut as her fists beat against something hard.

“Stop!” the voice boomed, shaking her until she snapped to attention to see a pair of steely blue gray eyes, seething with rage. Cetus growled his displeasure, “I wake up not only alone but that you attempt escape! I am your Master and you will not run from me!”

Andromeda felt a rage of her own boiling within her. “You kidnapped me and made me your new whore! I will not stay here with you!”

Cetus’s grip tightened on his new pet. She winced but her olive green eyes remained defiant. 

“It’s time I show you the penalty for disobedience,” Cetus growled, dragging Andromeda away from the room and back to his bedroom. Before the great doors were even closed, one of Cetus’s tentacles grew from his hard body wrapping tightly about her wrists so much that the princess whined with the pain. This wasn’t like before in the cave when the tentacles were cool and even loving to her skin. This time they were harsh and pinching. They conveyed their owner’s rage and Cetus could taste her outrage and terror. 

“Let me go!” Andromeda cried, attempting to sound authoritative but her voice cracked. With a dispassion that made the princess’s stomach coil in cold fear, Cetus dug his fingers into her scalp, forcing her head back to face him, pressing her voluptuous form against him. Cetus felt his manhood begin to tingle and heat when his captive’s soft skin rubbed against him but he had to teach her discipline. He will not be disobeyed. 

“I told you that I am Master here,” Cetus growled low. His mouth punished hers with a possessive harsh kiss that left Andromeda breathless and bruised by their passion. But she wouldn’t make this easy for him. The princess bit down, hard on Cetus’s lower lip drawing blood. Yet the monster didn’t react in pain as she had expected. Instead the beast groaned into her mouth, another tentacle growing and wrapping around her waist to press her closer to him while his strong arms squeezed her almost suffocating her.

“Bitch,” Cetus grinned wolfishly. The fires of anger in his eyes became the fires of wicked lust. Blood trickled from his lower lip before he licked it away. Then he dragged Andromeda to the bed where he pushed her with all the force of his angry desire. Andromeda’s olive eyes widened in horror at the sight of his man root fully erect and pulsing red. Was he going to rape her now? Last night he was so rough yet there was tenderness there. 

“First,” Cetus’s voice was hoarse with his primal desires. “I am going to whip you.” As he said this three more tentacles sprung from his back. Two caught Andromeda by the ankles just as tight as the one holding her wrists. “Then I’m going to fuck you so that you remember that you are mine. You will obey me, Andromeda.”

Andromeda shrieked her outrage just as Cetus turned her over onto her stomach. She struggled but the tentacles over powered her so easily. The two tentacles at her ankles spread her legs while the tentacle at her wrists kept her hands far above her head.

“Don’t do this!” Andromeda felt tears threatening to overflow. She went rigid feeling the fourth tentacle stroking her ripe moon cheeks. It was so loving in its caress it was almost soothing until the first strike came. 

The tentacle went from a smooth texture to something harsh like leather, like a whip. Andromeda bit her lower lip, not wanting to give the sea monster the satisfaction. She heard him chuckle low then his breath was hot in her ear, “You may scream, precious pearl. I told you before I love to hear the sounds you make. And I intend to make this a lesson you will not soon forget.”

Andromeda whimpered for mercy. The sound made heat surge through his cock. Cetus struck her buttocks again, drawing a small cry this time. “Hmmm,” Cetus’s whipping tentacle caressed her buttocks again to soothe the sting. “Your bottom is ripe for a beating I think. Perhaps 15 lashes since this is your first offense.” His tongue traced the whorl of her ear in an erotic caress. It sent a shameful tingle down Andromeda’s spine.

“Damn you to Hades—AH!”

The whipping tentacle continued its assault, turning Andromeda’s once milky white bottom into a bright glowing pink. The princess had never been punished before. Her parents never took a leather strap to her in her 18 years. But with the humiliation came a certain excitement. It had been dormant somehow but being whipped like this was causing a dull ache to grow in her loins. She cried out as her Master had allowed and tears stained her flushed cheeks. Heat crept into her skin while with every lash a corresponding tingle erupted in her core. What was happening to her?

Once Cetus had finished lashing her, the beast climbed onto the bed between Andromeda’s spread legs. His throat constricted and mouth watered at the sight of her now pink round cheeks. He smoothed his hands over the fleshy globes feeling their heat as he massaged them. Andromeda only whimpered with the pain and growing pleasure at her Master’s touch. 

“You’re beautiful like this, precious pearl,” Cetus wedged his cock that was ready to burst between the hot valley of her cheeks, rubbing against her now drizzling womanhood. He grinned wickedly. “So you liked the whipping did you?”

Without waiting for an answer Cetus entered her to the hilt with one might thrust, Andromeda’s heat easing his entry with her forbidden arousal at his punishment. Cetus and Andromeda moaned in unison. The princess closed her eyes, her mouth agape in ecstasy feeling her Master’s hard stomach pressing against her stinging red bottom. The beast wasn’t gentle but hard and punishing and to her shame Andromeda found her hips pushing back into him.   

“Ah, my pearl,” Cetus groaned. “You’re as ripe as a spring fruit. So hot. So silky and tight!” With one final thrust Cetus released his angry passion into his captive princess feeling her reach the same height, her walls milking him dry. He shuddered then collapsed on top of her, his ragged pants in her ear. She felt his lips kiss her shoulder then her neck damp with perspiration. 

Andromeda was burning with shame and arousal. She had gained pleasure from his abuse! How could this be? Even now her inner muscles still worked, clenching around Cetus’s mammoth cock to keep it within so that she may gain more of his tribute. 

As they caught their breath the tentacles withdrew freeing the princess. After one final kiss on her damp neck, Cetus withdrew his cock which was semi-erect and bobbing slightly in front of him. By Mount Olympus was the creature never sated? Andromeda imagined that she would die from ecstasy. That one day he would kill her with his insatiable sexual appetite. 

Cetus chose the alabaster jar then with gentle hands soothed the burn of Andromeda’s round buttocks with the cool pink cream. The princess almost purred. A moment ago she was crying with pain, the next moment she was glowing with new heat and desperate for her new Master’s touch. 

The beast caressed and fondled the ripe cheeks before him. He loved how soft and pliant the flesh was. The pinkness faded with the healing powers of the cream and Cetus gave each cheek a tender kiss. He remembered how her soft hips moved to meet his punishing thrusts. She gained some amount of passion but he didn’t intend for her to finish but she had found her release at the same time he did. He felt her passage spasm, flexing and squeezing him, milking his cock as he sprayed her insides with his seed. He chuckled softly. What a woman the gods had given him. He will have fun with her for a long time.

Andromeda’s sniffles caught the beast’s attention. With a warm confident smile, Cetus crawled up beside her and cradled her in his strong embrace. He molded her back against his muscular form feeling her shake with her tears. To comfort her he kissed her neck, stroked her hair and murmured sweetly in her ear. He inhaled the sweetness of violets in her golden hair, his arm around her waist squeezing her in comfort. 

“You’re a cruel beast,” Andromeda finally spoke, her body no longer shaking but her tone was accusing and still held traces of her earlier tears. 

“Now, now, my precious pearl,” Cetus stroked her hair and kissed her silken shoulder. “It is over now. I am sure you have learned that defying me is pointless and only leads to discomfort… though you did seem to find pleasure in being whipped.” He spoke wickedly into her ear, “Shall we make it a regular practice?”

Andromeda buried her beautiful face flush with shame into one of the satin pillows. She did like it. She achieved a level of ecstasy that she did in the cave and the night before. What was wrong with her? Cetus felt a tugging in his chest at the sight of the young princess’s confusion. He never felt such an intense urge to hold someone for thousands of years. 

Cetus turned Andromeda about so that she buried her face in his broad firm chest. The princess pressed her face into the curve of the beast’s neck. He smelled so good, exotic, powerful, primal. She couldn’t help but want to taste him. Maybe if she pleased him in future he wouldn’t humiliate her like that again. 

“Wanton,” Cetus groaned at the feel of Andromeda’s little tongue lapping at the beads of sweat on his neck. 

“I’m sorry, Master,” Andromeda responded weakly. Cetus crushed his mouth to hers, his tongue devastating her defenses by driving between her lips and sweeping in to conquer.

“You’re mine,” Cetus murmured huskily into her ear, the heat of his breath caressing her skin. “Say it, Andromeda.”

“I’m yours, please, Master,” Andromeda begged. He kissed her with a searing passion, his tongue seeking, seeking. Wanting to taste the sweet innocence of her with the spice of the vixen hidden beneath. He broke the kiss searching her eyes for any sign of deceit or defiance. Her eyes definitely reminded him of olives, ripe on the branch full to bursting.  

“You will never defy me again will you, my precious pearl?” Cetus whispered, his lips caressing the place behind her ear, his nose nuzzling into her hair.

“No, Master,” Andromeda murmured. She let herself luxuriate in Cetus’s caresses. He kissed her tear stained face, licking the salt from her rosy warm skin. Some tears still fell but they were not for her. While her body still buzzed with her arousal she thought of her sad parents. They looked so distraught. Cetus turned Andromeda over, cradling her in his arms, her face burying in his golden chest. 

“Your hair is so golden like wheat and soft like silk,” He once more inhaled the fragrance of spring violets and hyacinth. “Before you misbehaved this morning I wanted to show you how I liked to be awoken. I could show you now,” Cetus wondered aloud, his tone somewhat dreamy. 

Cetus laid Andromeda on her back giving her a tender kiss which she returned with a flick of her tongue across his lips. A true wanton, Cetus thought. He continued his trail of kisses down her body, his tongue delicately stroking her nipples bringing them to hardness. Then after a short loving suck, the sea monster continued his journey. Andromeda watched with growing anticipation as the auburn head descended to between her open thighs. Placing her thighs over his shoulders, Cetus nuzzled his nose into Andromeda’s nest of golden curls. 

“By the gods, you smell divine, my pearl,” Cetus moaned his satisfaction. “And you taste just as heavenly.” He dragged his tongue along her honeyed slit. He sucked on her outer lips, listening to his princess whimper her delight. She was already getting hot again as her body pulsed with erotic sensation. Then using his thumbs Cetus parted her folds then dove right in. Andromeda’s fingers coaxed through his auburn curls as he buried his tongue in her love tunnel.

He felt her silken thighs squeeze around his head, his ears muffled against the sound of Andromeda’s passion. Cetus felt her get hotter and wetter, her juices coating his tongue as he groaned pushing deep into her center of paradise. Her walls clenched around his invading tongue. His nose bumped and teased against her clitoral hood, the red bundle of nerves budding from underneath its hiding place. Taking his tongue out of her passage he gave the tight knot a swirl of his tongue.

Andromeda jumped, gasping sharply. Cetus played with the bud, his lips sliding over it then wrapping around the berry to give it steady suction as his finger took the place of his tongue inside her tight canal. She stretched easier now but still tight to his pleasure. He loved it when his princess was tight. Cetus throbbed with the thought of taking her anal virginity next. 

Adding another finger stretching her further, Cetus assaulted his lover’s pussy with his tongue, lips and fingers. Andromeda was in sensation overload when the sea monster reached up and started playing with her diamond hard nipple. The squelching of his fingers, and the princess’s erratic breathing with the occasional weak groan filled the room arousing Cetus even more. He felt his cock coming back to life. Moving his hips he relieved some of the building pressure rocking into the bed that groaned not as loudly as him when he was flooded with more of her essence. 

“Come for me,” Cetus demanded harshly. “Come for me, my precious pearl!”

Andromeda’s whole body arched. A white heat flashed through her body, her vision darkened leaving her skin drenched in a sheen of sweat and shuddering with pleasure. Her body once taut like a lyre string broke and collapsed in a sheen of sweat and ragged breathing. She thought she would die again. Cetus licked her through her spasms until he was satisfied that she was clean. He snaked up her body, claiming her mouth in a sizzling caress with his lips. 

“Take my tongue, my pearl,” he commanded hoarsely. 

Andromeda wrapped her lips around the monster’s tongue and sucked hard, tasting her own honey. She moaned as loudly as Cetus did. 

“I want you to do that to my cock every morning, my precious pearl,” Cetus murmured thickly. “Would you like to try?”

Some dry humor bubbled in the princess’s throat, “Do I really have a choice, Master?”

Cetus grinned, rolling off her onto his back, beckoning her with his fingers.

“No,” he said watching Andromeda crawl down his body, rubbing her face against his iron hard flesh that was fit to burst. “But I would like to think that I am a generous Master… uuuuuhhhhh…”

Andromeda took the swollen red head into her mouth suckling gently to be rewarded with drops of her Master’s seed. The entire morning she set to pleasing him with her mouth… 


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