Ursula pulled her tentacles out of her own cunt, no longer holding her sex slave turned dildo. She leaned back against the wall, her eyes closing, and began to use her huge, powerful vaginal muscles to pull the former Mermaid deeper. Even with her climax done with, Ariel continued to squirm around inside her, not stopping until she was pulled into the witch’s tight womb. Slowly, carefully, Ursula lay down on the floor. She was completely filled with Ariel, her belly huge and distended with another living being. She stroked her huge abdomen, feeling her slave still writhing inside her, pleading moaning for more pleasure. Ariel's increasing movement and moans allowed Ursula to keep feeling the raw rapture of her slave’s position. Over the years, Ursula had done many perverse things, but never had she tried pulling another being into her womb. She felt so full and content, like life was perfect and with it, she came to a realization.

She craved control and power, but ruling a kingdom had too much responsibility, too much risk and too much effort. She valued her freedom too much and ruling over a kingdom would only weigh her down. Her revenge over Triton was completed when she turned his daughter into a willing slave. It seemed stupid to try and conquer a city when she could be free to do whatever or whomever she wanted. She had no other reason to stay.

Ursula decided it right there, she would travel the seas, searching out new people to eat, enslave or both. There were sure to be more girls out there willing to be controlled by her perverse will in exchanged for a little pleasure. Ursula licked her lips at the thought of having a harem full of beautiful humans, feeding each other to her on a silver platter. If she stayed and continued her plans, she would never live that dream. It was time to move on. She’d leave Triton’s part of the sea and travel to unexplored areas, luring men and women to slavery or digestion. She’d leave here with nothing, but her sex slave.

Ariel. A sex slave, a toy to be tossed aside when she’s bored, a meal when she’s hungry. Ursula would have never realized what she knew now without the unashamed slut. Lightly she rubbed her belly, where underneath, Ariel was safely tucked away in her womb. She wouldn’t call what she was growing to feel love or even friendship. More of an affection you have over a dumb pet that you keep around. Ursula would keep the naïve little bitch, no matter what happened. She was her first, but not her last. Ariel was hers until the end of time.

“Relax my pet, everything is good.”

In the tight, throbbing womb of Ursula, Ariel curled up, rubbing herself against the walls and touching her new cunt while moaning softly. She heard her mistress’s words coming from all around her and she sighed lovingly. She was inside her mistress’s cunt, deep at the end of it where she was safe and warm. She wasn’t sure what her mistress wanted, was she going to keep her in her forever? Or was she going to be digested like in the belly? Ariel didn’t care either way, if she never left she’d be happy if her mistress became her tomb and if she was digested she’d only make her fatter. It was win-win. Smiling softly, Ariel teased her cunt by adding another finger. Her mistress could sleep, but she wouldn’t. She had to worship her new god by continuing to feel or give pleasure. In the hot, tight womb of the seas most fearsome predator, Ariel masturbated and whispered the name of the one she belonged to. Everything was good for her and everything would remain so, as long as she remembered, Ursula was the master.