The Cetus Prince

This was supposed to be part of a trade, but the person I wrote it for never finished their end of the bargain. A learning lesson to be sure.

Female Reader x Male Monster

Originally Published: October 2nd, 2017

You arrived at the castle, excited to meet your betrothed. You had been told stories about him. That he was handsome and brave and that he was well-liked by the kingdom. It helped you to know that you would be marrying someone who wasn’t horrible. You’re led through the halls to your room.

“Please feel free to relax,” the butler says as several others place your bags and trunks in the room. “You have plenty of time before you meet the prince to rest up.”

“Thank you,” you reply. “I’m a little too excited to sleep at all, but I’ll try to freshen up.” You smile and wave. Once you’re left alone you slouch and grumble under your breath. All the pomp and circumstance is too much. You start ripping bobby pins out of your hair. There must be a million of them. You tug out the intricate braids and shake out even more bobby pins. You finally have your hair down, but even then it feels more like a rat’s nest than hair.

You take off the outfit your mother made you wear. It’s uncomfortable and too tight. It’s left markings on your skin. You feel almost too excited to try on the traditional wear of this kingdom. It’s all flowing and light fabric. Comfortable garments meant for ease of wear rather than the enhancement of the body.

You step into the person bath and beam at the space. Back home the bathroom you had also had to be shared with your older sister. It was nowhere this big either! You can’t wait to get settled. You also think, once you’re married to the prince, your bathroom will be much nicer than this one! You smirk, not at all afraid to think a little greedy for the time being.

You step into a hot bath and relax. The water pumping directly from the hot water currents under the castle. The water is salted naturally and you can feel the stress from the long journey melting away.

There’s a knock on your door. “Please, come in,” you answer, not thinking anything of it in your tranquility.

The door opens and closes. After that it is quiet you almost forget someone walked into your room. Until you look up and see someone standing in the doorway. You sit up, bracing an arm over your chest as he smirks down at you.

“No need to be modest,” he replies, holding out his webbed hand.

“Who are you?” You scowl at him.

He chuckles and pulls his hand back. He strolls over and sits on the edge of the tub. His skin is deep, royal blue. His long tail splashes into the water and you jerk your leg away from it.

“I hope you won’t be this adverse to touch once we’re married,” he smiles at you. “I plan on touching you all the time.”

Your eyes grow wide at him and a scowl comes to your face. “You?” You ask. “You’re the prince?”

“Not THE prince. Merely A prince,” he tilts his head.

Your eyes dart over him, his strong body is attractive. He’s toned with broad shoulders. The fins on his arms go from sapphire to gold. His eyes were garnet red. The flared ridges on his head were tipped gold. They came down until they turned into long tentacles that draped down his broad back. He wasn’t unattractive, in fact, if you had met the way you were supposed to, you would be swooning.

“Why are you here?” You sinking back into the tub, moving bubbles to cover you.

“I didn’t want to meet you while wearing rose-tinted glasses at the…introductory ball. Or whatever my mother wants to call it.” He rolls his eyes. “I figured I’d meet you now, the real you, and we could get along from there.”

His logic isn’t wrong, just annoying. “Well, once you saw I was in the bath, couldn’t you have…I don’t know…left?”

“Even better,” he smirks. “I get to see the real you.”

You splash water in his face. “Get out!”

He wipes his face off. “Excuse me?”

“I told you to get out,” you snap at him. You stand up out of the tub, his eyes bulging as he takes in the sight of you. You point a sharp finger at the door. “Get out!” You hiss again.

His jaw is slack and it takes him a moment to register anything. He stands, still towering over you. “I am not disappointed,” he growls at you. “Even if you are a human.”

You shove him hard, hoping to leave a bruise. You sigh as he leaves. “Just my luck,” you grimace. “He’s an asshole.”

You grumble and get yourself ready. After a bit, you’re fetched and escorted to the ball. The queen fetches you and dotes over you. You wonder how such a sweet lady has such an arrogant child. She takes you to the table and he stands up. He’s dressed in royal clothing, and for a moment you almost forget your previous encounter.

“It’s so wonderful to finally meet you,” he kisses your hand as his mother watches on with glee.

“You as well,” you say. The queen leads the two of you to the veranda where you’re locked alone for an hour. Traditional for his people, aggravating for you.

He glances at you and sits down, pouring himself a drink. “I think I prefer you in the tub.” He says.

You take his drink from his hand and throw it off the veranda.

“Rude,” he scoffs.

“You’re the rude one!” You growl. “Barging into my room-”

“I knocked and you said come in. That was not barging,” he scoffs.

“It was unexpected and unwanted. Especially from you,” you jab your finger into his face. “Just because you’re handsome doesn’t give you the right to linger on someone’s bathtub.”

He smiles, “you think I’m handsome.” You glare at him and his smile fades. “You said it,” he mutters as he looks away.

You sit down with a huff and turn your attention to the horizon. The castle extends out, diving into the sea. The water is endless, their domain. The part of the castle on earth so they can entertain those on land. You were selected to marry the prince to fulfill certain to keep peace between your people.

You glance back to him, seeing he’s pouring another glass. “Is me being a human a problem for you?” You ask.

He sighs and takes a long drink. “I’ve never cared for humans. I’ve also never known any on a personal level. I’ve only dealt with them in a political setting. You can see where my idea of them would be a bit tarnished.”

“Our marriage is political,” you reply.

He says nothing and drinks again.

You sigh, shaking your head. “So, I am a disappointment,” you murmur.

“Did you expect love at first sight?” He asks. “Did you think I would be some fairytale prince? That I would ride in on my white horse and whisk you away from all your worries and cares?I hate horses. And I have my own worries I’m concerned with.”

You frown at him, “I didn’t say any of that!”

“You didn’t have to,” his lip curls up and shows off his sharp teeth. “You’re beautiful, but that doesn’t make me care.”

You steel yourself. “Well you’re handsome, but that doesn’t make you shit stink less.”

He smiles then, “thank god we are on the same page then.”

Your time at the palace doesn’t get much easier. Due to tradition, you’re forced to spend all your free time with the prince. Every time you meet it’s like coming to a wall. You both agree to play nice, at least for his mother’s sake. You both agree the marriage is a boon for your people. It sends a good message out. It’s all an act anyway.

One day the queen tells you both over breakfast she’s sending you both on a trip. “I so want you two to bond. I know that can be so hard in the palace,” she sighs. “So, I’m letting you both go away for a while. There’s a wonderful cottage I’ve bought for you both. It was to be a surprise for your honeymoon but now is a perfect time.”

It’s a nightmare, but you play along and act grateful to the queen for her wonderful gift. The journey is an uncomfortable one. The silence is suffocating.

“We can’t keep doing this,” he growls.

You sigh. “This is only our first trip and we can’t exactly-”

“No,” he interrupts. “This,” he moves his hands between the two of you. “My mother isn’t a moron. She knows we hate one another.”

“I don’t hate-” you stop yourself. “Neither one of us is trying.” You slouch down and chuckle. “That’s why she’s sending us off alone.”

“Yeah,” he grunts as he leans back. “We’ll have no choice but to deal with one another.”

You switch seats, taking the one beside him rather than across from him. “Then let’s start now.” You reach out and take his hand.

“What’s this?” He lifts your hands up.

“First contact,” you grunt.

He lowers your hands and squeezes yours. “You’re not as dry and sandy as I expected.”

You smile, “I do hope you’re joking.”

He chuckles, “not even a little.”

You elbow him. “You aren’t making this easy, jerk.” You both look at one another. You’re surprised to see you’re both smiling.

“I’m not going down without a fight.” He says.

Once you arrive at the cottage you’re quite surprised. It’s lovely. It’s near the ocean, surrounded by a meadow. It’s small, but it’s open and airy. You both get comfortable and continue to try and make nice. You’ve been so caught up in being hostile you’ve failed to notice how intelligent he is. You find that holding a conversation with him isn’t like walking on a bed of nails. The day passes and he excuses himself to go to bed.

You go outside, sitting in the grass to gaze across the ocean and into the night sky. You never had a view like this back home. It was all trees there. You had to go up to the highest tower to see the sky like this. You hear the door open and you hear him step into the grass.

He stepped out of the cottage and onto the grass, staring out at the sky before he scanned the field before him. He saw you, sitting alone with your knees brought towards your chest. You stare out across the meadow, your eyes distant. He went towards you with a slight smile on his face.

“There you are,” you turn when he spoke, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

You turn back around and sigh. “I needed some fresh air for a moment,” you answered honestly.

He takes the seat beside you and eases him back into the grass, his arms behind his head. “Then don’t let me bother you.”

“You’re not,” you mumble. “I won’t let you.”

He chuckles, “I know you won’t.”

You look down at him, his eyes closed and his smile smug. He had never let that smile fade, not for an instant. He was cocky and unbearable, sure. But through your time here he has never made you feel unwelcome.

He opened his eyes and you feel your cheeks begin to burn. You whip your head around and gaze back up at the stars.

You were silent for a long moment. You kept your eyes focused up at the sky, watching the stars and trying to find a way to read them. You wondered if there was some way to decipher one glow from the other just sitting there and staring. He sat up, moving closer to your side. Your fingers brush together but he pulls away. You inch your hand closer, placing your fingers over his. It was big and warm. You found it wasn’t unpleasant. The prince kept himself still, but his throat rolled as he gulped.

“You said you were looking for me?” You asked, feeling a bit breathless.

“Yeah,” he gasped.

“Any certain reason?” You a tilt your head towards him. “Certainly not to tell me you’re going to bed.”

He shook his head, “actually,” he started, his voice cracking, “I wanted your company.”

Your stomach flips around and your cheeks burn. “My company?” You inch a little closer.

“Yeah,” he gasped again.

She moved in even closer, her hair brushing against his arm. “What for?”

He blinked and shook his head. “I just…I wanted it.”

You pressed closer, your lips brushing against his jaw. His face buried in your hair and his breath filled with your scent. He put his hand on your shoulder and dipped his head, meeting your gentle kiss for what felt like a too brief moment.

You pulled back and your eyes fluttered open as you gaze up at him. Your hand rests on his chest and you can feel his pulse quicken. You were silent again, like before. The prince eases in again, kissing you and his arms wrap around you. You kiss back, a small moan in your throat that made his heart leap into his mouth.

You pulled back again and swallow. Your lips part as you catch your breath. “Oh,” you touch your lips. “I see now.”

“I like you,” he whispers into your ear and your cheeks bloom red. “Even when we’re mean to one another. I’ve always liked you.”

You lay your head on his shoulder. “I’m cold out here.”

He chuckles, helping you up and taking your hand as you walk back to the house. You both share the same bed that night. At first, you stay to the edge, but as the night goes on you inch closer and closer. He grabs you into his strong arms and holds you. His body is so warm he makes sleep easy.

Come morning he kisses you awake. He strokes your cheek and rubs the sleep from your eyes. You’re speechless, unsure what to do. You meet his kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and pull him on top of you.

It comes naturally. Your bodies tangling together as the heat grows. Your lips drag across his skin as his hands push away your nightclothes. He bites your lip and tugs. His forked tongue feels strange at first, but you learn to enjoy it.

He pulls back all a sudden and catches his breath. “Sorry,” he whispers.

“For what?” You reached down, stroking the bulge in his pants. “Don’t apologize for this. This is a gift.”

He grunts, rutting into your palm. “I…I shouldn’t…”

“I will,” you shove him down onto the bed and tug his pants down. His cock springs forth and you admire it with greed. You stroke him, the heat radiating off it is unbelievable. The head is flared, a small bud in the center. Around the base were small tentacles that wiggled and stretched.

You lick along his shaft and he grunts. His breath becomes ragged as the more you tease. He reaches down and pushes the hair away from your face so he can watch. His eyes are lidded and his gaze heavy. You take him into your mouth and his moan is loud. You suck on him, moving your head and then pulling back. You lick and tease again despite his argumentative grunts. You suck on him again, only to pull away once he begins to enjoy it too much.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he swallows.

You giggle. “Perfect.” You pull away and sit at the end of the bed. You press your back to the footboard and spread your thighs. You open yourself up with your fingers. He watches with hazy eyes as you touch yourself. You slick your fingers in your folds. You show him how pink and wet you are. You circle your clit and moan. Your breath hitches and you lift your hips to give him a better view. You push two fingers inside. You move your hand fast, the sloshing sound making his eyes widen and he inches closer towards you.

You moan and pant, gasping as you touch yourself. His gaze making it feel even better than it ever has before. You gasp and pant, your eyes locking as your body seizes. You grunt, crying out and shuddering. You roll with the pleasure, removing your hand from yourself and panting. You smirk at him and offer your wet fingers. He licks them. His forked tongue curling around them as he sucks them clean.

“Think you can beat me?” You pant as you meet his kiss. He’s hungry. His kiss is sharp and almost angry. He pushes between your thighs, his cock easily pushing inside. You moan into his shoulder. He feels way better than your fingers. The flared head of his cock rubs you in all the right spots. The tentacles as the base touch and rub everything else. They circle and squeeze your clit. Your already sensitive sex stoked to fire again.

You wrap your arms around his neck as he thrusts hard inside you. Your head hits against the footboard, but you don’t care. Your thighs squeeze around his waist, holding fast onto him as his hips move harder.

“You’re so hot,” you whimper. “I’m on fire.”

He kisses you, licking your lips. “Why didn’t you tell me you felt so good?” He kisses again, sucking your tongue. “Let me live inside you.”

You laugh, cupping his face between your palms. “Keep fucking me,” you kiss him again, your desire growing. “Oh god don’t stop.”

He growls, burying his face in your neck. He’s close, his cock is throbbing deep inside. The flared head is spreading more. The little bud that was on the tip has grown out and opened. You feel his seed release inside you and you shudder. Your body trembles again as his thrusts become jerks. He keeps pounding at the same spot and brings you over the edge with him.

You lay together for a long while, both breathing and tangled in each other’s limbs. You kiss his cheek. “I bet you like me now,” you whisper.

He starts laughing, nearly wheezing. You become infected by it, laughing along with him. He presses his forehead to yours and he kisses you again.

“I like you a lot,” he whispers. “Do you like me?”

You smile back at him. “Maybe a little.”