The battle had ended tragically. The Prince had not been able to steer the broken ship against the current. He missed the Sea Witch. They had lost.

But it was only the beginning.

Ursula took control of the sea, and then she decided to terrorize the land. Eric's kingdom being most of the coast and closest to her rampaging beasts of the sea, was the first to fall under her command. She had the curtesy of a royal to send them terms of surrender. She would not destroy the kingdom.

But only if her 'husband' were returned to her.

That had been a shock. But Eric and she had been married on board that boat before everything went under. The ceremony had been carried out despite all the commotion, the near-sighted Grimsby was perhaps the second most appalled, besides Eric himself. But the damage done to their forces had been too great, the people were living in fear of sea creatures. And, when he was honest with himself, Eric had already felt he had lost when he missed. He still didn't know what became of Ariel.

He had to save his kingdom by giving in to the Sea Witch's rule.

"Ah," Ursula happily sighed sinking into her new throne in King Triton's castle. "Another good day of blissful luxury!" The once bright palace now echoed with darkness, and instruments of power paid to Ursula as tribute from creatures both land and sea. The rest of Triton's daughters had fled the place long ago, no word was spoken about them. Still Ursula put a nice bounty on their capture should any of the little princesses get the nerve to rise against her.

Ursula's tentacles twirled back and forth as she zoned off in her own bliss. She now had everything she ever wanted. She even...

"Yes..." she pureed evilly, "It is about that time." By her time, everything was by Ursula's time now. Lifting herself off from the throne she swam gracefully to one of the back chambers. Behind two heavy doors was another throne. Lower than Triton's old one, with only one cold, smooth step rising it above the floor. There were no windows in this chamber, but high smooth columns with radiant red, silken curtains concealing them.

Ursula smiled as she closed the doors behind her and went to sit in her Pleasure Room. She reclined herself on the throne, thinking through what she would like him to do. "Oh, Love Slave." She called out sensually. "Your Master needs you to... relieve your needs."

From behind one of the curtained columns, with his back turned to her, stepped the former-Prince Eric. His back was completely naked, so that Ursula could clearly see his rounded behind, she grinned lustfully at thoughts of what to do with it soon.

She had enchanted him on the first day he surrendered. Not only to be able to breath underwater, but he was now completely hers. Not reading the small print of her terms, he had found out too late that he had signed a contract of subjugation. Although Eric was a prince on land, under the sea he was now of much lower status. Thus, he was not a king in the sea.

Still, Ursula needed to ensure he would not try to escape. The single circlet that wrapped around his head was the key to his obedience of her. A jewel at its center matched to the largest one Ursula had put in her own crown. With it she could control Eric to do what she wanted with a direct thought. He was awake, but not in control of his actions.

Ursula looked on as he slowly swayed his hips from side to side, working his hands down to the perfect humps of his own rear. A thought crossed Ursula's mind, Eric squeezed where his hands were and gasped. Ursula evilly laughed.

Eric then turned around, revealing that his manhood and nipples were covered by three star fish. Two small, and one large. Ursula was in control of them too, she was the Queen of the Seas after all. One of the features of Ursula's enchantment was that Eric did what she wanted without telling him directly, but he could also move his body parts that she was not thinking of. Like his face showing that he was yet again trying to fight what he was doing. This came in handy as Ursula usually preferred Eric to get her in mood before their... fun.

"Begin." She commanded.

From somewhere unseen a slow, steady beat of a deep-toned drum began to play. Eric began to move with it. His bare leg sliding up against his thigh before taking a long, slow step in front of him. The drum picked up for a second and Eric's arms and legs fully exposed his body to the Sea Queen, she smiled in approval.

Eric panted out some quick breathes as he looked across at the octopus woman. "Ur-Ursula!" He begged. As the music continued, so did Eric's erotic dance.

Ursula simply wagged her finger in the water. "Nuh-uh-uh, dearie. You save your voice for later. Remember that you may be married by your people's standards, but you are married to the Queen of the Seven Seas. A concubine, at best."

At another quickened rhythm, Eric turned around, playfully shaking his ass at said queen. "You mean-?"

"Not to worry, darling." Ursula reclined further into the throne, enjoying the sight before her. "You have secured your place and your little kingdom. Really, all you had was treasures taken from the sea. It was already mine to begin with. Them giving me their prince... well, let's just say the circumstances made you... a worth-keeping prize."

A trophy. A reminder of how a little mermaid's actions had led to the downfall of so many kingdoms. Ursula had told him the full story. Ariel had been innocent, wanting love without knowing a thing about it or the human world. Ursula, Eric had come to see her as the embodiment of lust. A complete opposite of Ariel. A woman who knows the world and the traps of love. Apparently, Ursula also knows a thing or two about laws and politics of the land. Eric had no choice but to become hers. Now he was her husband... no, not even consort. Eric wondered if any other royals might have ever gotten such a fate.

The dance continued. Like a harem girl, Eric moved to the music meant to arouse. He exposed his mostly uncovered body, moving back and forth in the space in front of the throne. He spread his arms gracefully showing off his body, making big movements in any way the music moved him. He would kick his leg as high as he could, then turn around using only his one foot. Next he ran his hands down his torso, moving his spine like the rolling waves. He touched the two smaller starfish at his nipples, not removing them, but touching in spots that made them move their appendages a little. Eric ran his hands over his body as he arched his back farther than he had thought he was capable.

When his hands reached his 'sea level' Eric let out a small, pleasured moan. Ursula then concentrated on moving his hands and waist. Keeping him dancing as they both became aroused. Eric made other noises as his hands pressed harder. Moving them to the center before throwing them in the air, all the while shaking is hips fast. Even if they were his hands, Eric couldn't deny that he was feeling pleasure from all this. And he knew what was coming next.

Or so he thought.

Eric soon felt his body dancing backwards. Usually now was when Ursula would make him come towards the throne and feel him up. Her tentacles... oh, her tentacles would be all over him. On his chest, between his thighs, sliding in, out and along every inch of him. Firm, slippery, soft, demanding. That was when he got his release and Ursula got her fill of fun. But something was different this time.

Moving away from the throne, Eric felt the brush of the silk on the pillars along his back. His expression showed surprise, and Ursula laughed darkly, "Hm, hm, hmm..."

Eric suddenly felt the two spots on his chest prickle with the slight chill of cool water. Eric looked down to see the little starfish had popped off and were quickly crawling away. Not sure if Ursula was in control or if it was simply instinct, Eric grabbed the red material behind him and pulled them around to cover himself.

Ursula burst out laughing. "Ha, ha, HA! Oh, Eric, you poor unfortunate soul. I know why you're surprised." Ursula got up off her throne and started coming towards him. She had never done that. It made Eric even more nervous. "We skipped your favorite part."

She had never taken it, but Eric was done holding back his voice, even if it was for his kingdom. "I think you mean your favorite part, Ursula!"

Now directly in front of him, Ursula crossed her arms and looked down on the human confidently. "Oh no, lover boy. Don't think I haven't noticed after all this time."

"Haven't noticed, what?" Eric asked. Pressing the silk all the closer to him. Ursula didn't say that it still showed the details hidden beneath as he did that. She just enjoyed the show.

"Now Eric let's not be coy. Surely you've guessed." Ursula's red lips curved up into a knowing smile as she explained. "You've figured out how the spell in your wedding gift works. I've seen you try and resist once I lose concentration. You cover your... hm, hm... fun parts, when you feel those arms and legs of yours are not moving against your will. But it only increases my want, you should know." Eric tried to back away into the pillar, feeling its cold on his back.

"And on the throne, when you're thrashing and moaning in my grasp, you never pull away."

"Because of my people!" Eric firmly stated. "I know you'll send havoc on my kingdom if you don't get your thrills! Don't delude yourself Ursula, why would I give in when you took the woman I love?"

Ursula's expression didn't change. She leaned in closer. In fear, Eric squeezed his eyes and turned his head away. She whispered, in her deep dominant voice, "Love, Eric? You really call that love?

"You decided to marry the girl, knowing nothing about her. What did you think she was? I was watching then, you know. Did you think she would immediately agree with your ideals? Did you even ask her what her favorite color was? Or how she likes to spend her time? That she would instantly become everything you ever wanted?"

"No!" Eric denied, but in the back of his mind there was doubt.

"Then what about the girls in your kingdom? The ones who would have loved to talk with you? None of them were good enough in the sight of a naked red-head with seashells. Their backgrounds are easy to trace, and they were raised to be ladies. Finding out a lady's background is a key element in love, I'm told. You didn't really care were that girl on the beach came from now did you? Is predictability a problem for you? The adventurous Prince Eric is too good for what would be easily accepted in his world? Ha!"

Eric tried to block her out, but Ursula was hitting at the right marks. He had always felt that he did his duty as his father instructed. He continued to, but at the bare minimum. After his father had died, Eric had felt saddened, but also free. His father never let him out to go sailing, and he did so almost every day afterwards. Grimsby might have let it pass off as mourning, but in his heart, Eric knew he was celebrating. He was free from his father's rules, but still had to be the prince. That meant getting married right away.

Eric had tried to put it off for as long as possible. He had the right to choose his bride, but he turned away every single one for some flaw he made up or exaggerated. He saw some women, but only those he could easily get away from. Then the mermaid had saved him. She was new. She wasn't from his boxed-up world.

Beauty. Wild, red hair; giant blue eyes, a singing voice that he had imagined calling out his name! In his bed.

Eric shook from the realization. "Yes." Ursula purred once more, circling the column. "Here's a fun fact, little prince. My magic, almost all magic, has barely any power against true love. The kind of love that takes much more than three days to cultivate. Oh, it's cost me a few deals in the past, I'll not deny the power it holds."

"But we broke the spell!" Eric recalled the wedding.

"You broke the shell, not the spell." The Sea Witch said. "Even if that little mermaid had kissed you then, she still would have turned back."

Eric played back the events of that day in his mind. He had woken fully dressed in royal suit he so hated amidst a mess of a boat at the sound of the familiar voice. He rushed to Ariel, about to kiss her when the sun set. The transformation had taken him aback, he remembered even being a little... disturbed. How would they work?

That feeling tied it all together. He hadn't wanted Ariel as a wife, he wanted the mermaid as his. "Now you see your own folly?" Ursula asked, knowingly. Eric noticed that now every word she spoke oozed right to his core, even if it was cruel. "Ariel wanted a fantasy love. You wanted your own fantasy. But your realities don't add up to true love. That's why you're still here."

"What do you mean?" Eric asked in the same way Ursula remembered Ariel asking about her spell. Fear, doubting. Questioning his own decisions.

"I'm not the only one enjoying our playtime, my love slave. When you find yourself in my tentacles, I don't have the concentration to make you move your leg or grab the arm of the throne, or even make that...Mmm, delicious face. Certainly, I've never taken away your voice."

Eric might have only suppressed any ideas of leaving due to his sense of protecting the kingdom. He did what Ursula wanted, telling himself that it was because he was not in control of doing something he didn't want. Again. But with the new information that all along, in those moments he thought Ursula was holding the most sway over him, it was really his own lust being satisfied along with hers.

He had the sea. He had married a mermaid. And... his body was being satisfied all this time. Eric couldn't deny it now. Ursula may be the one making him move, but she had never forced him into her, only watched. He couldn't have done this with the mermaid, and if she had become human, Eric now wondered if maybe he would have become bored with her. Like he had with all the other human princesses.

He really was Ursula's little love slave.

Seeing that he now had the look she wanted. That conflicted, an empty look of a man on the brink of surrender, Ursula swooped back into her throne. "Now... RESUME!"

On command, Eric dramatically thrust out his pelvis with the red silk flaring behind him. Ursula snapped her manicured nails for the final starfish to come off with a pop and disappear from sight. The music began again, and Eric then did a fan dance of covering his extremities with the silk. He let it run over his smooth naked form, feeling the fabric cling to every inch it touched. He found it felt so good! He curled it around his leg and leaned back, holding onto the rest of it for support. Then he kicked himself free and swung his upper body low, almost to the floor. Eric kicked in the air and pulled himself up the curtain, like it was a lover. Ursula noted that there was a lot more effort into this dance in addition to what her mind was telling Eric to do. She had succeeded. Almost.

There was one more thing left to do.

Eric danced some more before throwing the curtain off to the side. When he looked at Ursula almost...lustfully. Submissive, and ready. Ursula got herself in position, as Eric continued to perform the dance all the way to the first step of the throne. As he moved closer the music became faster, his movements along with it. Ursula heard his gasping to breath, being tired would make this easier, but she had a point to prove.

One the final note of the song, Eric fell on his back to the floor, his legs spread out in the air to Ursula. Giving one more dark chuckle, Ursula slowly snaked two tentacles around Eric's offering legs. He groaned when they came to the inner thighs and continuing up to his middle section. Using the back, slick part of her appendages, Ursula rhythmically moved up and down, attaching her suction cups to only his sensitive line so that he would feel every movement. Eric continued to make restrained noises as two more slippery tentacles came up from behind him and lifted him around his arms and into the water in full view of Ursula. Those went to his nipples where the suction cups immediately went to work, sucking hard were the starfish had just barely held on.

Eric's groan was shamelessly echoed through the room. "So eager," said Ursula, "And we've only just begun."

Four tentacles were now busy with Eric, only two remained. Ursula sent one for his now, fully erect manhood. It teased the tip before curling tightly around him feeling every inch of it. Eric cried out, "Ah!" but it was quick.

Ursula looked unsatisfied. "You greedy creature. Of course, you are only a human." Ursula's tentacle firmly swirled all around Eric's own throbbing appendage, but it didn't stop there. Eric cried out a bit more as it slithered through his nether regions, right to his buttocks. He didn't know what Ursula was going to do. He opened his eyes a little to see her face. It looked malicious. Ursula caught his eyes, "If you want to cross the bridge, then you have to pay the toll."

The fifth tentacle drove right into his behind, making Eric cry out in familiar pain. At the same time his male parts felt all the tightness of a being surrounded in a hard, slippery squeeze. Ursula went in and out in a rhythmic pattern that Eric almost right away fell into. His mind was blank as she each time she plunged in deeper and deeper. Quickly feeling harder and harder with each tentacle's work, Eric felt himself coming. All he knew was that he wanted more.

More of this pleasurable pain.

More of her dominance.

More of this wanting to explode.

He wanted more. This is what Ursula had been talking about.

"Ur-Ursula!" That is what he called her before. Now it wasn't enough. In an intriguing idea to see his reaction, Ursula the brought her final tentacle from behind Eric. Still going at him from behind, tentacle number six struck Eric across his perfect ass with a loud smack!

"Master!" Eric cried out.

That even surprised Ursula. She stopped all her other tentacles, not removing them from position. "Master..." Eric moaned through ragged breaths. Ursula brought him and all her tentacles closer so she could hear whatever he had to say. "Queen of the Sea and Land... please... give you love slave... the relief I need!"

Ursula had her 'hands' all over him that moment. She knew what he was asking for. What he was ready for. Eric even shifted as much as he could, squeezing the tentacles back, desperate for them to continue. Now she had won. Triumphant as she was, Ursula still wasn't finished with him. After all, an octopus love-making isn't quick and tame.

Ursula brought her readied specimen down. Not releasing him from her grasp, she swam off the wide, cushioned throne, to place Eric right at the center. "Please...!" He begged again, clenching his nether regions for her to stay. Not accommodating, Ursula slowly brought back each limb, enjoying each deliberate pop as they came off and retraced their trail. Eric's moaning and groaning in pleasure only heightened Ursula's ow feeling of arousal. She looked down at her own work of Eric's tanned body now marked by the traces of each little sucker she had used on him. This was her victory, her possession. She smiled knowing many more were still to come.

"You accept what you are?" Ursula asked. The final step was his confirmation. She could take him either way, but this way was more appealing to the Sea Witch.

Eric panted out, still feeling the tightness of his erection, "Yes. I am... yours, Queen Ursula."

And that was it.

Ursula pounced down, her two purple arms firming holding down Eric by his shoulders. She put a good amount of her weight onto his lower body, every inch occupied by her suction cups hidden beneath pushed down onto Eric. All of him. Eric made news gasps of noises he had never made in this chamber before as thousands of those claiming, clinging cups kept him just on the edge of spilling his seed. Ursula could feel everything too and she bounced on and off, keeping him in a longing state. Her libido now fully built up, Ursula squeezed Eric's face and brought his face up to hers so that she could insert her much larger, hungry tongue into his mouth. Her other hand clamped onto the flowing tresses of Eric's black hair, making the kiss hard and savage.

When Eric did not resist and was too caught up on Ursula's sucking suction cups and her forceful kiss, Ursula discreetly took the circlet off his head and set it to the side of the throne. He wouldn't be needing it. She released him from her mouth, letting him fall back panting. She wondered if he noticed what she had done. Using her tentacle again to demand he look at her, Ursula only saw his eyes clouded over with lust. Her own glimmered with hungry passion.

It was time.

She got off of Eric for a moment. He didn't move, just lying in a sprawled out position. The water in the chamber barely made any sound in the silence between them. Then Ursula grabbed him by the waist and forced him up and into her in one swoop. Eric cried out, trying to find something to hold onto. He saw two of Ursula's free curling tentacles, just barely out of his grasp. Instead he reached behind him and found the throne which he had to arch his back to hold on to. Eric didn't need to keep up as Ursula was bring him in and out on her own fast pace. She was the one in control. She was in command. But Eric was all too happy to comply at this point.

"Ah! Augh!" He cried out over and over. Eric hadn't thought much of Ursula having womanly parts. However, he was definitely being plunged into something. Something in the middle of all those strong, dark tentacles. Something that several thumb-sized soft, yet strong pink cups were attaching onto his penis and bringing him into. The water around them made every unseen pump traceable, with Ursula finally making her own approval known through her deep, womanly voice. Eric found that those same sounds did him some good too.

Ursula never slowed. Until finally, "Now..." she rasped in her evil witch voice. "Come." With one large thrust she completely took Eric inside her. He cried out and shook beneath her, releasing his hot seed into her. It was able to last for a bit longer as Ursula held him there until the feeling of wet heat subsided.

When it was over, Prince Eric flopped back onto the throne with the sizeable octopus woman still hovering over him. Tired in so many ways, and still reeling from what Eric honestly considered the best time he had ever had, Eric looked up at the Sea Queen with a satisfied smile as his eyes began to close from exhaustion.

But then he was roughly flipped onto his stomach. Wide awake once more, Eric looked back up Ursula from his position. "That was just round one." Ursula informed him. Her large body shook as she chuckled darkly once again, "There is still much more for you to do, my Love Slave." On the last word, Ursula slipped her tentacle all the way down his side, arousing herself with new plans. He arched himself into her touch, enjoying it. Accepting it.

Three hours later, Eric lay completely sprawled out on the throne, covered in the red marks of Ursula's love making. "Well, no one said satisfying an immortal goddess was easy." Ursula was satisfied with her Prince's entertainment and decided she would let him rest for the day. She had a few other things to attend to in the meantime. Since Prince Eric was now hers to do with as she pleased, Ursula began concocting plans for her future. She would need to finish that potion of eternal youth so the she could enjoy Eric for longer down the line. Ursula also began thinking that instead of starfish, she would order her subjects to make a proper harem costume for him to wear.

She debated whether or not she should start having him stand beside her in public, thinking she might still want a leash on him of some kind. "He's part of my world now." Mercifully to all the rest of the Seven Seas that day, Ursula was always in a good mood when she had won. Triton's kingdom was hers and more, Prince Eric was now hers and more.

Ursula, the Sea Witch, had won.

THE END