Devoured by Cetus

She was a virgin and yet she yielded so sweetly to him. He could even hear her the thunderous beating of her heart drowning out the waves he was so attune to her. 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.

"No!" Andromeda shut her eyes tightly. It was too much. Her chest tightened with her heart thudding with renewed panic. Cetus felt her rose hole shut just as stubbornly as her eyes. 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 precious pearl...," 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. No man or god should be that well put together with golden muscles taut and grooved to show every hard line to convey his power and masculinity. Andromeda's mouth watered with the desire to taste every inch of that golden tight skin.

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." His rough deep salt wind voice was gentle and coaxing giving the princess some ease.

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," Cetus purred.

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. When she didn't answer he asked, "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, still sensitive and puckering, 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.

Her flushed soft breasts pressing into his broad golden chest, feeling the heat of his skin like fire seeping into her trembling body. 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.

"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," Cetus murmured thickly. He felt her quiver in his arms. The sea monster chuckled darkly, the sound raking over Andromeda's senses.

He turned Andromeda around and 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 molten male heat pressing hard and throbbing against her belly. He moved his hand from her hair to wrap around her back, lifting her leg to notch his eager maleness 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, to extend her little tongue and lap against the taut hot skin and see if she could taste the strength he exuded in vast amounts.

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.

"I cannot wait to plunge deep inside of your depths," Cetus murmured hungrily. His 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.