The King is Lost - Sex Stories

The King is Lost

Sometimes court gets too much to handle. King Teran needs to escape from the day to day nonsense, the constant bickering between the high lords. In these times he feels like a teenage boy, sneaking out from his underwater castle. Sneaking out from his responsibilities. He has done these late night rides but he never knew how this one would change his life.

He covered his muscular six foot frame with the common garments that the lowborn folk wear. Over this he dresses in one of his priceless robes. He made his way out the back door of his chamber and down the rear stairs. Down to the lowest level. He activated the algae on the wall. It gave off a low yellow glow. Down deeper he went. Into parts of the castle not many people travel.

He pushed on the old seaweed gate and entered into a grove of fucus and caulerpa. A few paces to the small clearing and his familiar came swimming to him. Pea as Mor, his dolphin, came swimming down to him. With one quick grab at his fin he was pulled along with her as they escaped for their night's adventure.

Peanas Mor swam for over an hour before they passed the last village. As his trusted companion crossed the border in the forbidden lands, he saw movement from the corner of his eye. Teran motioned for Peanas Mor to drop and see what it was.

Now swimming in between the thick algae forest, it was different to navigate at the speed they were going. It was too late when the trap was sprung. A large net was pulled up from the sandy ...

... floor. It ensnared his familiar but sent him flying forward. He had no control over his body and hit the ground rolling hard. He raised his head, but it dropped quickly as he blacked out.

He came through sometime later. Shaking the sea webs from his mind. He tried to raise but he found his limbs would not work. He looked down and found his body was wrapped with a coil eel. It wrapped around his body, holding his arms and legs tightly against his body. Holding him so tight. He knew there was no breaking free. That is when he noticed that he was naked. He went to scream but he found that his mouth was gagged with a sea coral.

At that moment a young fit seamaiden came from behind the large alaria and fucus. She was stunning. Her body was covered in the black shiny seaweed. The strands weaving down her legs exposing some of her skin. Her ample chest was barely covered but still was held in place with it. Her face was beautiful. Her long red hair flowing freely in the current of the ocean breeze.

She took her time walking over to the king. He was wiggling and struggling to get free, but he was bound too tight. She stood over him. Looking down at his exposed form. He tried screaming again but the gag muffled the words. “Look who got himself in a bind. Would you like a hand,” she said, winking at him. He struggled more.

She reached down and with ease lifted him up and moved his body up against the rock ledge just to the right of them. Then something he never expected ...