The prince stood thigh-deep in water, waving his sword about him at the dozens of tentacles that rose from the depths of the lake, attacking him from all sides. No sooner would he swipe at one than three others would plunge towards his vulnerable back, forcing him to turn and defend himself. When there had been but five in the beginning, he had believed he had a chance to defeat the fearsome beast. But now, with more than a dozen having joined the originals, he knew it was a hopeless battle.
Finally, while he was swinging at one of the hostile prehensile appendages that had gotten particularly close to his shoulder, he felt something slither around his ankle and tug. He cried out as he lost his footing and went down into the water with a splash. That was the end of it; within seconds the tentacles had him wrapped up, all of his limbs restrained by one of the rubbery tendrils.
He tugged against them, looking desperately about him for his sword, but it was lost, sunk into the water. Not that he would have been able to grab it in any case; the tentacles held his wrists and ankles so that he could make no movements.
Suddenly he felt a tentacle begin to travel up the leg of his breeches. He squirmed against it, unnerved by the strange slippery feeling of the monster’s flesh against his own. His squirming intensified when the tip of the tendril slipped under his undergarments and nudged at his anus. His eyes widened as it slid gently into him without so much as a pause.
The prince turned his head to the side and opened his mouth in an attempt to bite one of the tentacles and free his arm. But as he did so, another appendage appeared as though spontaneously and thrust itself down the hero’s throat. He gagged; though the tentacles were slim at the tip, they became wider the farther they traveled towards the body of the beast. This particular one delved into him until his mouth was stretched as wide as it would go.
At the same time, the one in his anus continued to delve in further, widening and widening his anus until the prince thought he might pass out from the pain. Then suddenly, it stopped. For a moment the prince wondered if he would be released, when suddenly an ooze began to leak from numerous pores all over the surface of the tentacles. He felt the slime coating the inside of his rectum, as well as his throat. It continued to flow forth, dripping into him, when the tentacles suddenly lifted the prince into the air and turned him upside-down. The ooze trickled into his sinuses, filling his nose and throat, dripping down through his windpipe into his lungs.
With a sudden jerk, all the tentacles yanked the prince downward, pulling him into the water with a resounding splash. The prince tried desperately to hold his breath, but he had had no warning to inhale before he was dragged down. Fearing the end, he inhaled a lungful of lake water, only to realize that he could breathe it. Whenever he inhaled, he felt only the cool sensation of the ooze inside him, not the terrible burning lack of oxygen that would imply his drowning.
Surprised, the prince looked about him. Underwater now, he could finally see the beast’s body. It was a large, soft, black shape, that resembled nothing so much as a solidified cloud of ink. Six beady golden eyes peered out seemingly at random from the center of the body, and in a halo around its center, multitudes of tentacles shot out in all directions.
By wriggling these appendages, the beast began to swim downwards, making its way towards the dark depths of the lake bottom. It dragged the prince along with it, tentacles still lodged in the youth’s mouth and anus. The prince noted with a sinking heart that the beast was using less than half of its tentacles to restrain him; he had never had a chance from the beginning.
When the beast finally reached the thick mud of the lakebed, it began to amble octopus-like along the ground. The prince realized with some surprise that he could make out lights in the distance, towards which the monster headed. He wished desperately, fruitlessly for his sword.
As the lights grew closer, the prince began to be able to make out buildings built of stone and shell, lining a path along the lake’s floor. Between them were tall plants, straining upward, on top of which were pale yellow globes that produced the light the prince had seen.
Movement caught the prince’s eye, and he turned his head sharply (as sharply as he could with the tentacle still buried in his throat) to see a strange being, with the torso and face of a human, but a long fish’s tail below its waist. From its wrists up to its elbows, fins also sprouted from its arms. It looked at him curiously, showing sharp teeth when it smiled.
The beast paraded him down the street, and many more of these beings, both male and female, came out from the stone buildings to watch his progression as the tentacled beast dragged him along. Some of them smiled coldly, while others laughed silently and pointed.
Finally the beast stopped, and the prince looked up at a stone building larger than any he had seen thus far. Light shone from windows four, five stories high. A large doorway in the front of the building swung open, and the beast proceeded through, dragging the prince along with him.
What he saw was a large, well-furnished entry hall, lavishly decorated with all manner of sea objects - shells, starfish and the like. In the center of the room floated another one of the mysterious half-fish creatures, his green iridescent scales flashing with unexpected rainbows as the light glinted off of him. He tucked a strand of thick black hair behind a delicately pointed ear and bared his fangs at the prince in a cold smile.
Hello, came a silent voice that reverberated in the prince’s head. Welcome.
The prince attempted to speak, but could make no coherent noise around the tentacle that filled his throat. The creature shook his head ruefully.
Speak with your mind, he said. I will hear you.
What are you? the prince thought viciously. What is this place? What are you going to do with me? Let me go!
Again the beautiful creature shook his head. To answer your questions in order, I am a triton. My name is Galileo. This is our city, Elysia, and you are in the Castle Hades. I am afraid we cannot let you go, because, to answer your third query, you have been brought here to be a royal concubine.
The prince scowled. A concubine? What nonsense! Release me at once!
The triton smiled at the prince. I am afraid that is not possible. Oh, and I do apologize for the beast’s violation of your anus. You see, it is not very intelligent, and cannot understand the difference between the human orifices. It only knows that it must enter an opening of a specific size and fill you with its mucus to allow you to breathe under the water’s surface. To insure that it definitely gets it right, we always have it fill both the mouth and the anus. If it only picked one entrance, it might only fill your anus, and you can’t very well breathe through your ass, can you? The creature waved a finned hand at the beast. Take him to the harem, he said.
The beast shambled along down a narrow passageway, its body deforming to fit the size of the opening. It pulled its way through, carrying the still-impaled prince close to its body on its tentacles. Finally they emerged into another large, well-lit room, this one with beds of comfortable-looking sea plants all around.
In the room were dozens of humans just like the prince. The only difference between himself and them was that all of them were entirely nude. They looked up at his entrance, some of them swimming forward eagerly. The beast extended forward the tentacles holding the prince, then withdrew them abruptly from the prince’s body, leaving him feeling suddenly empty. He drifted slowly down through the water as the beast retreated back down the corridor from which they had come.
The other young men swarmed around him, their expressions full of interest. A young-looking one with short, sandy hair bobbed his head at the prince, smiling. “Hello,” he said. His voice was garbled by the water, but it was understandable. “Welcome. You must be a new addition, huh?”
The prince shook his head to clear it. “What is this place?”
“King Poseidon’s harem,” said another man. “We’re his concubines. And now you are too, it looks like.”
“It’s not so bad,” said the first one. “They treat us pretty well, and there are so many that none of us are forced to serve the king very often. You’ll probably get called pretty soon though; he always wants to see the new ones right after they come in. Don’t worry; once the novelty wears off, you’ll only have to do it as much as the rest of us. Honestly, some of us see more action from the beast than from the king.”
The prince was shocked. “That thing comes back?”
“Oh yeah,” said the first concubine. “Every week. It has to keep doing us, you see, so we can continue to breathe. I wish they would just send someone along with it though, just to point out which is the mouth end. I hate the way that creepy slimy tentacle feels in my butt.” He made a face.
One of the other concubines rolled his eyes. “Yuushi, don’t lie. You like the way anything feels in your butt.” Some of the other concubines laughed. Yuushi smiled at the prince and extended a hand. “I’m Yuushi,” he said. “What’s your name?”
“Orpheus,” said the prince.
“Come on,” said Yuushi, leading him off to one side of the harem. “Let’s get you fixed up. You’ll probably want to get out of those clothes; they’ll only disintegrate down here in the water if you wear them too long, and they don’t let us wear clothes anyway.”
Feeling a trifle dazed, the prince followed Yuushi into the harem under the watchful gaze of the other concubines.
It was late in the evening when a triton guard carrying a sharp harpoon entered the room. Bring the newest addition, he said. Yuushi nudged the prince forward, and Orpheus reluctantly swam up to the guard. The guard looked him up and down critically, then gestured with his harpoon for the prince to follow him.
It was difficult for the prince to keep up with the guard as they swam down the hallways. The guard’s fish tail gave him great power and agility in the water, especially when compared to the prince’s gangly and ill-suited limbs. Finally the guard became impatient and grabbed the prince by the arm, dragging Orpheus along in his wake.
They arrived at a large, ornate door, carved with intricate designs and gilded. The guard lifted the large metal ring on the front and knocked, then moved back politely. Enter, came the command from inside. The guard opened the door and led the prince into the chamber.
This chamber was almost as large as the harem itself, and the furnishings even richer. A large bed if deep red coral stood in the center of the room, overflowing with the softest-looking moss the prince had ever seen. From within its shadowed depths, a figure swam forth, tall and proud. His skin was a deep tan, and his long hair a crimson blood red. Piercing golden eyes gazed out from a pointed, aristocratic face. The powerful tail that propelled him forward was mottled with reds and oranges, like a flame beneath the waves.
So this is the newest addition, came a deep, sultry voice within his mind. My, my. He is a handsome one, isn’t he?
The guard bowed. King Poseidon?
The king nodded and waved a hand impatiently. You may go. Wait outside, I will send him out when I am finished.
Again the guard bowed and swam out the door, shutting it behind him.
The king proceeded to swim in slow, leisurely circles around the prince, a wide, predatory smile on his face. So, he said, you are my newest concubine? You foolish human noblemen persist on attempting to slay Galileo’s Beast. It cannot be done, of course. But he does bring me such lovely specimens. The king reached out and placed a hand on the prince’s cheek, the sharp points of his nails pricking his skin lightly. Come, he commanded, swimming back towards the bed.
The prince knew very well that there was no way he could possibly escape this situation; any one of the tritons was far faster in the water than he was, and they would capture him immediately. In the same vein, all of them, including the king, were probably quite a bit more well-versed in underwater fighting than the prince was. So there was no hope of fighting his way out, even were he not drastically outnumbered.
The only thing he could do now was face his fate with dignity. With his head held high, the prince swam after the king into the bed.
When he arrived, he saw that the scales on the front of the king’s tail just below his waist had parted slightly, and the pointed tip of a spear-like erection peeked through the narrow opening. As the king watched him, the erection grew larger, protruding further and further out from the king’s body.
The king lay the prince down gently on the bed of moss and allowed his hands to roam all over the prince’s body. The sharp nails scraped lightly down his neck and across his shoulders. The fingers gave the prince’s dark nipples a vicious twist that made him cry out before they moved further down, caressing his stomach, and finally feeling his member. The prince clenched his jaw and forced himself to show no emotion as the king gently teased his penis to an erection.
Turn over, the king commanded, and the prince complied, turning to lie on his stomach. He felt the delicate fingers probe at his anus, taking the edges and stretching it open. Then he gasped as the king thrust his erection harshly into the prince’s body. It was thick, and sharp, and felt indescribably strange. The king pulled it out slightly, the movement painful inside the prince’s body, and thrust forward again, the sharp erection scraping against the prince’s vulnerable insides. The prince grimaced and took it, not allowing himself to cry out even though he was in pain.
Impressive, said the king’s voice in his mind. Most of the new concubines scream and cry when they feel their lord’s harpoon for the first time. It seems you come from stronger stock.
The prince said nothing, and continued to say nothing while the king raped him. All he could do was grit his teeth and wait for the painful, vicious thrusts to stop. Finally they did, and the prince’s cheeks stained with a shamed blush as he felt the king’s seed pouring into him. He refused to look back as the king withdrew his member from the prince’s anus, patting his buttocks lightly with a long-nailed hand. You will do quite nicely, he said. What is your name?
Orpheus, thought the prince sullenly, directing all his rage, fury, and shame towards the king. But the king merely smiled.
Orpheus, he repeated. Such a lovely name. I will indeed have fun breaking you, Orpheus. Do expect me to call on you again soon. Now leave.
As the prince swam over to the door, he felt warmth pooling against his legs. He looked down, expecting to see the king’s cum leaking out of him, but saw to his surprise and fear that it was blood seeping down into the water behind him. He swallowed, certain that he was not the first to have this problem; he would be very surprised indeed if the tritons did not have some way of healing it quickly.
As he passed through the door to the bedroom, he could still feel, fixed on him, the hungry eyes of the king.