Does she really think she's ever going to have children? Well, it's possible, I guess I'll let her find out for herself what's going to happen when she graduates.

She looks over Etolie's perky butt with a frown, knowing that an essential ingredient is missing. She lifts a tentacle and aims it at her ass, and shoots her with a thick jet of ink to coat her hole and lubricate her for the inevitable entrance.

"I see," she says, tormenting Etolie by rubbing her cock lightly against her entrance, leaving her to guess when she will be penetrated. "Tell you what. Since you were so quick to present me with such a beautiful prize, I'll keep your locket safe. When your daughter turns fifteen, I'll find her and exchange the locket with one of her possessions. Just try to make sure she's a virgin at that point, I want to be the first one to fuck her."

One of her tentacles picks up Etolie, dragging her over to a small hill of coins and leaning her over it. The metal presses against her breasts and abdomen.

"Now," she hisses, leaning forward threateningly, tentacles reaching out to grope Etolie's prone body. "Time to make you cum one last time."

She enters her then, quickly and with a feminine grunt of pleasure. The ink provides easy passage as her entire length presses into that tight little hole.

“NOOOO!” she struggles to draw away from the Princess by the space is to small for her to get very far. Her heart slams against her chest. She doesn't care about the damn locket any more though she feels a spray of warmth against her rear as the Princess plays with her a little teases her then carries her over to the coins that she is forced over.

It's uncomfortable and cold, tears roll down her cheeks as her eyes press closed, her body trembles. But something snaps inside her as she is impaled there of all places.

The fucking rough, the cold metal coins pressing against her as she's raked over the unforgiven metal that scraps against her. This indignity burns her.

“Fuck you! Keep the damn locket! I'm not going to place my daughter through this shit.” Her eyes still are scrunched closed, her sensitive breasts dragged against them as the rough sensation plays against the rough sensation speeding though her. Her breaths labored as the Princess takes her.

“You're no different then the other residents of -URG- this island, you just think it and fall up well to short in thinking that your better.”

She had had it. Teased with death so many times, thought on several occasions that she was going to die, Etolie had nothing further to loose, all the Princess could do now was kill her. That didn't seem to matter much to her now. Oh, she imagined the Princess would make this hurt, again nothing new there. She had no reason to keep a lid on her CDR or behave for that matter as the lubricated cock disappeared inside her rear. There was still some of that urchin venom coursing through her veins, the only thing that had mildly worked yo pleasure her but it had it's work cut out for it as the mental anguish was far greater than any physical pleasure.

"How dare you!" cries the Princess as she reams her victim again. "What kind of treatment did you expect? I had intended to treat you gently, but you became so uppity and demanding that I had no choice but to put you in your place."

She presses her well-lubricated cock gently into Etolie's asshole, letting the muscles of her sphincter gradually adjust to her measured and subdued thrusting. Perhaps that way she'll see that she can expect fair treatment if she just submits and stops pissing the Princess off.

She leans over Etolie's back, warming her trembling body, breasts pressing against her shoulderblades as her cock thrusts into her tiny ass again and again. "Now," she coos. If you can -hmmph- swallow that useless pride like you swallowed my cum, I'll make -uhhh- things more comfortable for you and only do this once. Just relax and let your mind break, little fish."

“Suppose someone … someone threatened y-you constantly w-with death a-and told y-you lies. Yo-You had n-no intention o-of listening at a-all. Y-You constantly keep forgetting things and n-now that you c-can listen y-you g-go against y-your word.

“Y-You are n-no different! So keep t-the locket! I-If -” she pauses drawing in the breath to speak … “if y-you t-think I w-would subject m-my d-daughter t-to your lies t-than t-think again. At least the other m-monsters don't make a-any pretense o-of being a-anything but.”

She had been resigned, whether this hurt or not did not matter now. Even when she did stuff against the wills of others she gave then something to strive for if they behaved. Mentally she could not be in any greater pain though. If that matched her physical levels so be it, she stung with humiliation now, her heart steadily hammering against her chest.

“A-Are you that poor o-of a ruler t-that you can't k-keep to y-your word! Pathetic.”

The Princess giggles as she anally fucks Etolie, wrapping her arms tightly around her even as her sturdy tentacles give her a good grounding for proper thrusts.

"My little fish has a lot of spirit. But don't be too angry with your Princess. You see, while others will torment you solely for their own benefit, everything I do is just my way of showing my love. That's what sets me apart. Amongst a sea of self-absorbed battering rams looking for pussies, I'm actually interested in you."

She continues thrusting into her gently, forcing her inner muscles to loosen and relax against her cock. She moans softly as she feels the warmth of Etolie's flesh wrapping around her little black tool. The friction of her assault is wearing the gooey ink away, but the substance has done its job in softening her thrusts.

"Of course, what you would choose for your daughter is irrelevant, only what I desire matters. And I'm not actually a ruler, if I were then I'd be administering my people instead of having this wonderful time with you. No, I leave the actual task of ruling in the hands of those who are qualified for it, which means I've got plenty of time available to spend with you."

“Funny way to AH show it. Is it love to cut off someone f-from b-breathing? O-Or constantly f-fucking with t-them t-to the p-point that t-they're b-believed to b-be in constant peril? H-How is t-that love?” She grits her teeth against the assault though it becomes less harsh and the coins beneath her don't scrap into her flesh so much though they do tease her sensitive and swollen breasts with each trust. Tears roll down her cheeks though she remains silent knowing that pleas won't matter and that it is too late though it is too late now to change what is happening.

If this was love, then what was hate? The ink coated cock continues to press into her though it is fortunately not too big and now without the rough thrusts behind it she starts to make the adjustments to having something back there.

Her hands drop to the pile of coins trying to press herself up on her forearms to prevent the coinds from rubbing uo against her breasts.

“D-Doesn't m-matter. Y-You're still f-figure head o-of,” she is forced to cut off a gasp, her chest rising and falling. “A people. I-If y-you're word is n-no g-good or misleading … then that reflexes on a-all of y-your kind.”

"Love isn't hah- supposed to make sense," protests the Princess. "But what else could -hah- it be? When I designed that tonic, I hadn't -hah- yet met you, but I envisioned the human it would be used on and poured my heart into getting it right. And it worked! You're mmm- the first human to ever survive the pressure of the deep."

Her thrusts increase in tembo again, her groin twisting as she viciously stabs into Etolie's ass, cock like a heated bar of iron. Her lips pepper hot kisses on the back of Etolie's neck. "You will return my love, won't you?"

“And I could have very well -AH- died!” Angered by being toyed with in this fashion as the coins start rubbing against her sin again as the Princess takes her with vigor.

“All … all this sea monster shit m-might be p-perfectly normal to you but it is not to me! Congradu fucking lations on getting the tonic right. You've taken my locket and now -AH- my b-back door s-so what e-else can y-you t-take? Why w-would I come back? To be toyed with death again? Not b-being able to b-breath i-if you get prissy? B-Being violated like this? Lied too? W-Why the fuck w-would I want to go through t-that again!

“So, w-what, keep me down here until y-you g-get bored of me?” The urchin venom from earlier making it tough for her to stay focused as she's roughly filled, tears still silently rolling down her cheeks but as far as she can tell this is the end, at best she was probably going to be stuck down here against her will for however long until she tried to make a break for the surface but they both knew she wasn't that strong of a swimmer to cover that vast distance before needing to breath.

"Well it's not all about -mm!- you! I have my own needs as well, -ahah- and urh... wow, I've got to say, I'm falling in love with this asshole of yours. I don't see why you're so intent on keeping it to yourself, this is great!"

She lets out gasps of pleasure as she slides her cock deep into Etolie's anal region, alternating between brutal jerks of her groin and a more gentle sliding. "I really shouldn't since you'll probably get mad but... I've got to see how much you can pack in there."

A tentacle creeps up around Etolie's leg, trying to poke into her asshole where the Princess's dick already resides and thrusts. Its suckers stick to the rim and occasionally get a grip to pry back the tight hole, but ultimately it just can't find entrance.

"Mm... guess you're gonna... oohh... need some more tenderizing before I can do that." She isn't deterred, just increasing the violence she inflicts upon Etolie's lubricated ass in hopes that it will loosen up for her. Additional tentacles join in the attack, though these ones favor her other entrance, two of them sliding into her pussy to stretch open those elastic walls.

"Anyway like I was saying, you can go back when we're done here. Of course, I have no intention of letting you deny my feelings, so I will bring you back here when it pleases me. You could always just avoid the beach, but I can still visit you when you take a shower, and I'll make sure to punish you for avoiding me. Of course you could just never take a shower again and avoid any body of water for your entire stay here... that would work, but I wouldn't recommend it. The fact that everyone would think you were a filthy slob would be the least of your problems, see.... there's a certain class of monsters that are irresistibly attracted to smelly girls, they smell horrible themselves, and for some reason every single one of them loves the backdoor even more than I do."

It doesn't matter. She would take her chances since going to the beach only meant enduring what terrified her and she was certain that the Princess would simple keep her down here and violate her however she wished now.

She was a liar, that was bad enough since she didn't have to lie to get what she wanted and bargaining was no longer an issue here. The Princess had a tendency for leaving plenty of things out and proved to be a liar too so she was probably just lying again in an effort to frighten her but even if it were true she'd be above the waves were she was able to draw in all the air she would need at least.

She remains quiet with the occasional whimper of pain as she's grinded against the coins. Either way if she were going to be taken anally it was probably best above the waves -

What was she going on about water? Was she unable to go where none existed? Did it matter anyway, there was water all over the place.

“Whatever, bitch ...”

Etolie was tired of being afraid, even as the tentacle tries to find a way into her ass though she gasps as her pussy is assailed again. Her eyes scrunch closed. “A real l-lover k-knows about s-sacrifice, with going w-without t-to ...” she shakes her head, there really was no point. They were all the same, each thought that they were different too but they really weren't. Tears continue to stream down her cheeks at the pain mixed with the pleasure that is forced upon her. Her eyes scrunch closed. The Princess was probably not use to truly loving another, not in a true sense. Etolie just bares it the best she can, her rear hurts in contrast to the feeling of her pussy the vigorous motions against her chest leaving it red and raw in places, some coins even temporarily sticking to her body as she's forced to slide against them.

The Princess growls and grabs a fistful of Etolie's hair, jerking it back as she violates her, hard enough to force her head up. "How dare you speak to me that way?! I don't go for all this trouble for just any girl, I chose you because..." she trails off and sighs, letting go of Etolie's head. "Huh, I guess you really do hate me."

Her face goes distant and contemplative as she continues fucking Etolie. She still pounds her ass and slithers into her pussy, but the passion and enthusiasm is gone now. "I just don't get humans!" she complains. "I thought for sure if I took you on an adventure and gave you presents you'd want to be my girlfriend, but after I go through all the effort you act like I punched you in the face or something. I wasn't even going to take your ass either, but after you shoved it in my face like that I figured you were finally ready to give it to me."

She fumes in silence, her rutting entirely mechanical now. Eventually her shaft begins to soften and then lose all firmness, with a snarl of disgust she pulls it out and immediately plunges a tentacle in its place, letting the slithering thing explore Etolie's cavern while its suckers cling against her rim.

"So what were you saying about a real lover?"

Her head is jerked up by her hair, mostly brown again though there are streaks of black still in it from the ink. She groans in pain as she's taken, obviously paying for her words but she sees no sense in holding back now. It was true that things had indeed frightened her, they had challenged her CDR too but when she was violated back there, well the threat was enough to get her to complied but now that it no longer mattered then there was no reason to bite her tongue even if she were to pay for it.

“Girlfriend? Your not interested in a girlfriend, you just want a fuck toy, someone subservient to you.” God it hurts she gasps, the tears heavy now with the thicker and large tentacle.

“You took my locket! It has the only pictures of my folks in it, I was trying to get it back!” The pain was obvious in her voice as it became a real effort to speak now.

It takes her a moment to draw in enough breath to speak about what she was beginning to say. “A real lover would -ah God ...- would have asked first. Would have been alright when someone d-didn't want t-to do. I said no didn't I?” She took in a deep breath between her teeth. She was certainly paying for it now so all the could do would have been to endure this for however long, with any luck it wouldn't be long but she figured that the Princess was probably going to keep at her now with those punishing tentacles, and giving that she could switch between them at will and each was separate as far as she could tell this could be insanely long. She grunted in pain though her passage was slick from that aphrodisiac that pulsed through her, the effects diluted after the passage of time and her earlier release though it was still there, a dull throbbing sensation that carved through her core.

"Well, I want my girlfriend to be a subservient fucktoy, but that doesn't mean I don't care. I'm just the kind of girl that wants it all, Etolie."

She frowns thoughtfully as she shoves her tentacle deep into Etolie's rectum, looking quite disturbed. Then suddenly a bright smile appears on her face. "Alright, don't worry. I've got to plan to fix all of this unpleasantness." With that declaration, the Princess is re-enthused. Her cock grows hard again, watching Etolie bounce up and down on her tentacles, her delicate body being roughly scraped against the treasure pile.

Now I can just do whatever I want to her. After all, she's not going to remember any of it.

She roughly shoves her cock back into Etolie's ass along with the tentacle, not caring how tight the fit will be. Pure, sweet pleasure courses through her body as her member is crushed by that tightly packed hole. She drives it again and again into that tight pack of nerves near her entrance, while her probing tentacle seeks to go deeper and deeper inside.

She grabs Etolie by the hair and jerks her head back, grinning with pure malice. She tries to shove a third tentacle into her pussy, with her region so tightly packed in both holes, it's incredibly difficult, but eventually she manages, spreading Etolie to even greater capacity while her new tentacle slithers in across her G-spot, tugging on it with its suckers as it passes.

She screams out in pain, tears still rolling down her cheeks. There ability to speak leaves her for a moment as the jingling of displaced coins could be heard.

“And … that … is … ARGH … why y-you won't get a girlfriend … not a willing h-human one.” She steals herself against the pain that surges through her, her ass quite filled by the cock and tentacle but as another sweeps to her pussy and fills her up inside her eyes widen, a whimper escaping her, her body too tense to so much as relax as she is pressed full.

But whatever insight or retort she had was stolen away in that bombardment. Her hands bunch up into tight fists, the inside of her cheek bleeds as she bares down on it attempting to keep as quiet now as she could as she is stuffed full of her. There are no pleas to stop or slow, she realizes that those would be useless as what more does she have to give? What more can she take from her? So she tries to endure as best as she can her chest hurts from the constant scrapping as does her ass at the intense bombing. Something tares back there, the tentacle is to big and eager and she finds herself bleeding as the suction cups of another tentacle sweeps against her g-spot, her pussy quite wet due to the urchin venom despite what is being done to her backside. She tries to stifle a cry as pain surges through her back door and pleasure though the front in a constant ping pong match to and fro. She clenches down instinctively gushing out over the invader as her body shivers becoming undone in that moment.

The Princess's eyes widen as she feels Etolie's ass give out and rip. That auburn hair still gripped harshly in her hands, she yanks Etolie back by the hair, forcing her body up so that her cock is now driving into her wounded ass at a painful angle. "Oh Etolie," she moans. "There's not enough room in that tight little ass for all my love, it's so wonderful!"

Unfortunately, bleeding in her mouth and sphincter was probably the worst thing Etolie could do. There were only two significant differences between a Nereid and a shark - namely, Nereid's were smarter and cuter. Smelling the blood is sending the Princess into a frenzy, awakening ancient primordial urges from times when her people consumed their mates after consummation.

She fights her desires as best as she can, and when she feels Etolie cumming around her pumping tentacles she releases with a feral scream as well, pouring her hot, tangy seed all over Etolie's damaged asshole. Then she lunges forward, sinking her teeth into Etolie's shoulder and drawing blood. Tasting her flesh, she's consumed with the desire to rend her flesh off of her bones.

No I can't do it... she's the one for me!

She tries to use the sex to distract from her rage. The cum and blood mixes with the ink to provide lubrication as she tosses all restraint aside and just pumps away into her tight asshole, a squelching sound accompanying each of her frantic attacks as her teeth dig deep into her shoulder.