Princess Miri: An Erotic Coming of Age Monster Romance Novel (Miri's Monster, The Complete Series) (19 page)

Thump
stood there, lounging.  His eyes rolled into the back of his head, glazed over
with his lids half shut.  He reached up and held onto the ceiling while she
stuffed his shaft into her mouth and played with his balls.  Miri sensed
something in him, something on edge, and it took her awhile to realize what it
was.  This, she thought, was the longest amount of time ever between them
having sex.  They used to do it all the time, multiple times a day.  They did
other things, too, but in between they had sex.

And
it had been about a day since their last time.  Over a day for Thump's seed to
build, for his balls to swell up and produce massive amounts of cum.  Over a
day for his excitement and arousal to grow, and now Miri was on the receiving
end of it.  Soon.

She
went at him, ravenous.  Her head moved up and down on his shaft as fast as she
could while her hands groped and caressed and squeezed his balls.  She felt his
excitement intensify, flexing, his throbbing cock twitching and tapping at the
roof of her mouth.  Just before he came, she had an idea.

Like
before, with that fool, Roy, Miri grabbed the base of Thump's cock.  Unlike
Roy, it took both of Miri's hands to accomplish something similar, and even
then it wasn't a complete stop.  She squeezed and pressed hard against his cock
while sucking and licking at his cockhead.  Thump groaned and strained against
her, his cum refusing to relent.

She
felt it under her fingertips, pressing forth.  It stretched against her grip,
his cock growing stiffer and massive.  And then, like a hot springs geyser, he
shot his warm, thick seed inside her mouth.  Miri gasped, choking on it, but
trying to keep him inside her.

He
had so much cum, though!  She couldn't contain it all and it dribbled out of
her mouth and down her lips and cheeks and onto her bare breasts.  His cream
slipped across the front of her body, along her taut stomach, and found a place
to nestle between the cleft of her pussy lips.  A dripping, gooey mess,
covering her, and so deliciously amazing.  Miri pulled her head away, unable to
take his bursts of pleasure anymore.  His cum continued to splatter out,
splashing against her cheeks and in her hair and on her neck.

"Dammit,
Thump!"  Despite herself, she laughed.

He
wasn't finished with her yet, though.  Never stopping, Thump wrapped his hands
around her waist and lifted her up.  He positioned her above his cock, which
was as hard as ever, and set her onto it.  Slow at first, pressing her
downwards.  Still cumming from before, his seed shot up and into her,
lubricating the way so that he could fit her onto his cock with more ease.

Miri
grabbed at him, latched onto his forearms.  Thump had her halfway on his cock,
which seemed like her stopping point, but then he pulled.  Hard, harder.  Miri
clenched her jaw, wanting him so much but not knowing if this would work.  He
dug his fingers into her hips and pulled with all his might, lodging her cunt
securely around his cock.

Somehow,
all of him fit inside her.  Fleur had mentioned that the other day, as a point
of mockery, as if to say, "Look at Miri, the slut with a loose
cunt."  But, no, not at all, Miri thought.  They fit together, like puzzle
pieces, because that was how it should be.  Maybe an overly romantic thought,
but Thump soon rectified the sappy sweetness with a bit of rough manhandling.

Keeping
a firm hold on her hips, he thrust forward.  Miri held onto his forearms for
dear life.  Her lower body shot backwards, threatening to fall off his cock,
but Thump pulled her back before that happened.  He kept this up, using the
momentum of her body and his pulls to slam her against his crotch over and
over.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck,"
Miri muttered, nonstop.

Thump's
balls slapped against her ass.  The cum on her stomach and breasts squished
between them, coating  Thump's chest whenever he pulled her onto his cock.  Her
breasts wobbled and bounced lewdly, never stopping, while he hammered into her.

Unannounced,
Miri's second orgasm crashed through her.  Thump's cock slammed inside her
cunt, a thick massive intrusion, forcing an orgasm into her.  She opened her
mouth to scream, but nothing came out.  He pounded into her while she stayed
like that, eyes clenched shut and mouth agape, forming an "O."

He
never relented until her orgasm stopped.  He must have sensed it, or known
somehow.  Probably, she thought, by the hesitation of her seemingly
never-ending pussy clenching.  He did stop then, but not for long.

Like
some monstrous acrobat, he held onto Miri with one arm wrapped around her back,
and then jumped to the floor like he was about to do push ups.  Miri panicked
and screamed, but Thump held her close and never dropped her.  Holding himself
up with one arm, he lowered her body to the floor, all while keeping his cock
tightly fitted inside her.

"Don't
do that!" she said, hitting him.  She slapped his face lightly, playful,
then kissed his cheek.  "You scared me."

Thump
laughed, revealing his yellowed troll teeth.  "Thump make it better,"
he said, looking at her with a gleam in his eyes.

His
whole body pressed against her, squishing her.  She almost couldn't breathe;
almost, but not quite.  Quick, sharp breaths, so close together, tight.  He
braced himself against the floor and lifted his hips.

Thump's
cock inched out of her.  Every vein, every pulse, pressing against the walls of
her cunt.  Miri gasped, the slowness of it catching her off guard.  Out, out,
inch by inch, until only the head of his cock remained.  He slammed back into
her with such force that it knocked the breath out of her and pushed her
backwards.  She slid across the cold stone floor and Thump clambered to follow,
his toes digging into the stone tiles.

Then,
inching out of her again.  Slow, slow, crash!  Miri expected it this time,
didn't lose her breath, but she still slid.  He did this until he had her up
against the wall.  Lifting her upper body, he cradled her head on his forearms,
making a pillow for her.

Then
out, out, but no crash.  Slowly back in, as soft and quiet as if he wasn't
doing anything.

With
a cock as large as his, Miri knew exactly what Thump was doing, though. 
Inching in, pressing against her, unconvincingly delicate while his thick,
massive shaft stretched her beyond belief.  His cockhead tapped against the
depths of her cunt, then gently eased out of her.

Miri
felt another orgasm building up inside her, but a heavy, slow one this time. 
Quiet, noticeable, like a man announcing himself from the horizon.  Miri waited
in her castle, knowing the man would arrive by nightfall.  Preparing a full
meal for him, with an extravagant bath, a bed with fresh sheets and a chocolate
covered mint on fluffed pillows.

When
her orgasm finally arrived it was all of that.  The meal, the bath, the
chocolate covered mints.  It rose up and consumed her, throwing her mind into a
state of bliss.  Her body shivered and Thump held her tight, slowly pressing
his cock into her.  In her mind, she orgasmed for as long as it took the man to
eat the meal.  She spasmed in climax while he took a warm, languorous bath. 
While he turned down the sheets and savored the chocolate covered mint, she
twitched in ecstasy, her cunt forming a tight sheath for Thump's cock.

When
the man in her imagination was about to go to bed, when her orgasm was coming
to a stop, Thump held his cock tight inside of her.  He pushed all the way in
and stopped.  His cock quivered, the precursor to his own orgasm.  Miri tensed,
wanting to relish in the feel of it.

He
came.  He shot stream after stream of cum into her needy, waiting cunt.  Her
imaginary man woke up and decided he wanted a midnight snack, a tryst with one
of the servants, and maybe a spot of tea.

Miri
grabbed Thump's shoulders, pulled him closer onto her.  He wasn't going
anywhere, but she needed to feel him, to hold him.  He released his abundance
of seed inside of her and she clenched in orgasm around him.  Pulling on his
head, she brought his face closer to her and nipped at his earlobes.  Thump
sniffed her hair and groaned close to her ear.

She
felt it when he stopped cumming, but she didn't want to let go of him.  Her own
orgasm blazed, roared, then dulled to a warm afterglow, but still she didn't
want to let him go.  She held him tight, close, whispering.

"Let's
stay like this," she said.  "Do you want to take a nap like
this?"

"Yah,"
Thump said.

"I
love you," she whispered, quiet, so much so that maybe he couldn't hear
her.  She didn't know if she wanted to say it aloud yet.

"Thump
love Miri," he said.  He nuzzled against her blond tresses and pressed his
body tight against her like a blanket.

Fleur
was pissed.  What the fuck?  The King
let
Miri fuck the troll?  Well, not
really the fucking, though that was a part of it.  Marriage?  Ha!  Fleur wanted
to laugh.  It was so ridiculous.

And
people said they
liked
Miri?  How?  Everyone knew she
was a bitch.  Everyone knew it!  Everyone!

She'd
rectify this situation.  The guards carried her out of the petition hall, but
as soon as they put her down to lock her in a closet(a closet, really?), she
made a break for it.  In their heavy armor, they couldn't chase her through the
close confines of the castle gardens, and one of the servant girls screamed for
them to stop, anyways.

"There's
man-eating plants in there!" the girl said.

The
guards thudded to a halt.  "What!  What do we do?" one of them asked.

"I
feel kind of bad," the other one said, "but if there's man-eating
plants, she's as good as dead.  I'm not going in there."

Man-eating
plants?  Ha!  Fleur doubted it.  She'd been in this very garden yesterday and
hadn't seen any man-eating plants.  She ran, ran faster, heading through the
hedge maze in the middle of the garden.  Once she reached the other side, she
could skip over the fence to the outer passages around the castle, and sneak
out one of the rear entrances.  It was a huge pain, and she needed to figure
out a way to get back to her father's keep with minimal assistance and without
being seen, but it was far better than being locked in a fucking closet.

Something
grabbed at Fleur's arm, a raspy, viney protrusion.

Fuck! 
The plants!  They were going to eat her.

But,
no, it was just a sunflower.  It waved in the wind, back and forth.  She must
have brushed against it when she ran past.  No matter.  A minor distraction. 
At least she wasn't plant food.

Fleur
escaped.  Fleur was pissed.  Miri would pay for this.  Miri and Thump and maybe
even Roy, too.  What an idiot, where was he?

F
leur was seething mad and someone
was going to pay for it.  She didn't know who, or when, or how exactly.  She
didn't even know what she was going to do to them, or where, but she knew why.

Miri,
that stuck up bitch of a princess, was the source of all of Fleur's problems. 
She acted so high and mighty, some haughty harlot, fucking a troll and treating
people like they were beneath her.  Oh, really now?  Fleur wondered about that
one.  She wondered even more about the sanity of everyone in the castle.

How
could they allow Miri to go around screwing her troll?  Oh, he had a name now,
right.  Thump.  Whatever.  Did it even matter?  If Fleur bought a dog and gave
it a name, would people look the other way if she fucked it?  No, of course
they wouldn't.  Ugh!  That was the most disturbing part of all this.

Fleur
had given Thump to Miri for her eighteenth birthday with the the express intent
of blackmailing the stupid whore.  She'd had someone capture the beast of a
troll near the Millicent keep and bring him to her and then she'd spent
painstaking hours teaching him to listen and understand.  That part wasn't
hard, since her father had a taskmaster who trained all of their troll slaves,
but typically no one ever taught them about sex.  The things must know it—or
else how did they populate their cruddy underground mountain cities?—but to
her knowledge no troll had ever intentionally tried to have sex with a human.

Well,
Fleur changed that with the assistance of many a reluctant servant.  She'd
called her handmaidens in and had them service the stupid troll until they
couldn't walk, then she ordered lunch and when the dumb servant girls brought
it to her, she commanded Thump to thank them.  With his cock.

Fuck,
it was large.  It kind of pissed Fleur off.  How could Miri take the entire
thing?  That part really bothered her.  She had Roy, some goon who barely knew
what he was doing in bed, and Miri had some troll with a cock like a god.  Not
that Fleur wanted to mess around with a troll, because... ugh!  But she
would've liked someone who knew what they were doing and knew how to please
her.

Miri
had that.  Miri had everything.  She was a princess, for whatever reason.  Oh,
yes, born into it, blah blah blah, but who cared about that?  Fleur didn't
really think something like that mattered.  Was Miri a good princess?  Would
she make a good Queen?  No, not likely.  She was dumb and bitchy and...

Now
people liked her!  How?

It
didn't matter.  She'd figure out a way to exact revenge upon the troll slut
later.  First she needed to find a way to get home.

After
escaping from the castle, eluding the guards, and foiling Miri's plans to
imprison her, Fleur snuck through the farm fields outside the castle and into
the woods.  There now, trees as far as the eye could see, she had no real
notion of where to go.  Nor did she have anything to help her along the way. 
She'd left her servants behind, Roy was an idiot and locked up somewhere, and
all of her belongings remained in her borrowed room in the King's castle.

She
had herself, her clothes, and not much else.

Maybe
she should go to the nearby town and use her clout to force someone into
lending her a horse?  Or better yet, an entire carriage, with a man to drive
it, and food for the road.  Except obviously she couldn't do that because
someone had no doubt sent a messenger telling everyone to be on the lookout for
Fleur Millicent, possibly with a drawn picture of her.

She
imagined them showing it around, some terrible drawing of her.  Too dull hair
drawn with charcoal or they'd make her look fat or somewhat else.  Her hair was
beautiful and raven-black and she was slim and curvy.  If anyone dared make her
look otherwise, they'd regret it.

But
how?  She didn't really have a way to do anything right now. 

Traipsing
through the woods, oblivious to danger, she stumbled between low-hanging
branches and along some semblance of a forest trail.  Really, people should
clear these things away and make a proper road here.  Keep a few trees, yes,
but have a pathway in the forest for people to travel along.  That's what they
needed to do, and that's what she thought they ought to do.

This,
in her mind, was just another reason why Miri was going to be a terrible
Queen.  If her father, the King, never taught her how to handle a simple forest
roadway, what else hadn't he taught her?  He obviously hadn't taught her not to
fuck trolls, so that was another thing against him.  The funniest part, in
Fleur's mind, was how Miri acted like she loved Thump.  That, Fleur thought,
was more than hilarious.

Plunging
through bushes, forcing her way inwards and to somewhere closer to home, Fleur
trudged on.  That was the plan, anyways, except it didn't quite work as
expected.  Putting her entire body into pushing through the bush in front of
her, she fell flat on the ground when she found out there weren't more bushes
on the other side.

Or
trees for that matter.  Or... anything?  A odd-shaped boulder lay in the middle
of a circle clearing in the woods, with the sparkling afternoon sun shining on
it.  Fleur grumbled and lifted herself up and off the ground, then stomped over
to the rock.

It
was large and flat at the edges, as if someone might use it for a bench or a
bed.  Further inwards, rising up, was a spire of sorts.  It lifted into the air
as high as a tree, then tapered off into a pointed end, almost like a sundial. 
Fleur stared at it, curious.  Why did this exist?  Was it here for a purpose,
or did it just happen to end up like that?

It
didn't really matter, she supposed.  Sitting on the edge of the rock, she
leaned back and looked up.  The bright blue sky with nary a cloud in sight
looked so lovely.  She should be out riding, she thought.  She loved riding her
horses.  Or on a picnic with a hunky man.  A bit of dallying to it, or some
such.  Yes, let's eat this roast, and then you can show me a meat of a
different kind.

Fleur
laughed and lay back, basking in the heat of the rock and the warm sun's rays. 
If only that happened in real life, she'd love it.  Men fawning over her, delivering
her gifts, taking her out on seemingly innocuous courting trips and then
surprising her with a raunchy good time.

Delightful!

She
yawned and closed her eyes for a moment, dreaming of what could be.  Once she
returned to her family's keep and explained the situation to her father, maybe
it would happen?  If he rebelled against the kingdom and formed a country of
his own, perhaps Fleur could be a princess, too.  Princess Fleur Millicent.  It
had a nice ring to it, didn't it?  And it shouldn't prove too difficult to sway
some of the surrounding areas to their side, either.  Once people learned of
Miri's troll fuckery, they'd likely take any excuse to sever their ties with
the current King.

And
then, oh yes, everyone would fawn over her.  Fleur imagined men from every
conceivable place coming to give her gifts and tell her how beautiful she was. 
They would favor and flatter her and...

When
had she fallen asleep?  Dammit!  She shouldn't have closed her eyes, nor should
she have laid down on this cursed, comfortable rock.  Comfortable meaning warm,
though after having slept on it she changed her mind about its comfort rather
quickly.  Her muscles felt sore and her back felt stiff.  Shoving off the
remnants of sleep, Fleur stood and stretched.

It
was nighttime, unfortunately.  What a terrible time to wake up.  She couldn't
very well walk home in the dark, now could she?  The moon shone high above,
bright and full, illuminating the rock and the small clearing she stood in. 
Her stomach growled something fierce, demanding she feed herself, but she had
no food.  She had nothing and she wasn't idiot enough to go foraging in the
woods.  Who knew what kinds of beasts lurked around in the night?  And even if
she found something, she didn't know if she could eat it.  That's what other
people were for; trackers and woodsman and the like.  Fleur had no real
knowledge of the outdoors and so she thought it best to leave it to the
professionals.

This
didn't stop her hunger, though.  She frowned and sat on the edge of the rock,
more than annoyed.

Maybe
she should go back.  Surely the castlefolk were out looking for her, attempting
to trap her and return her to the castle.  Those idiot guards who'd tried to
escort her to prison believed the dumb story about man-eating plants in the
castle gardens and refused to chase her through them, but someone should've
told them the truth by now.

Maybe
she should apologize to Miri.  Maybe Miri was right and maybe people had a
point when they said they liked her.  Maybe... maybe it was her who was wrong? 
Fleur disliked that possibility, but she decided to weigh the idea in her
mind.  Hm.

But,
no, it was impossible.  Miri was a bitch and a troll whore and maybe people
liked that, but Fleur knew it was stupid.  People liked a lot of dumb things
and that didn't mean they should.

And,
with that settled, she decided to move onwards.  She couldn't stay in this
forest for longer and she needed to go, to move, and work out the soreness in
her back.  The moon was bright enough to let her see a little bit, and if she
walked slowly she could make a small amount of progress at the very least.

Just
when she was about to go, a man stepped into the clearing.  He wore no shirt
and his perfect, strong chest glimmered in the moonlight.  His wavy dark hair
hung loose by his shoulders, handsome and careless.  Fleur stared at him,
completely attentive.  The man walked further into the clearing, making a bee
line for her.  He grinned and waved.  His muscled arms flexed so delightfully
when he greeted her.

Then
she saw the rest of him.  Yes, he had the upper body of a man—and quite a
delicious man at that—but the rest of him was a horse.  His manliness ended
somewhere around the v-curve of his lower stomach, transforming into a horse's
front legs and then moving back to the back legs, flank, and tail.  Swinging
his tail to and fro, sashaying as he cantered towards her, he clopped up in
front of her and then stopped.

"Fleur
Millicent?" he asked.

"Are
you one of Miri's beasts, come to capture me?" Fleur asked.  "I
didn't know she had centaurs at her command, but it makes sense.  The castle's
going to be overrun with monsters soon, no doubt.  More's the pity,
really."

The
centaur man snorted out a laugh and stomped his front legs as if this were some
great joke.  "Hardly.  If you'd like me to return you to the human
princess, I'll gladly do so, but I pictured a more advantageous situation for
the both of us.  Will you hear me out?"

Fleur
regarded him coolly, contemplating it.  He talked normally, which was a plus. 
And, for a monstrous being, he looked pleasant in the front.  Trolls were
terribly ugly and rude and dumb, so they had nothing going for them, but this
centaur seemed alright for now.  At the very least she could ogle his tight,
muscular torso for a little while while he talked.

"Go
ahead," she said, making it no secret where her eyes lay.  His pecs flexed
and bounced, putting on a show for her.

"The
centaurs are seeking a Queen.  This seems an easy task, as we've no lack of
woman, but after the most recent congress of our wisest elders, we've decided
to take a more headstrong approach to succession.  This, especially, after
hearing rumors—and the recent confirmation of them—regarding the future human
queen.  The trolls are our enemies, you see, and so it behooves us to not only
distance ourselves from their friends, but to gain some friends of our
own."

"You're
pleasant to look at," Fleur said, "but I don't have all day.  Get on
with your point."

The
centaur laughed.  "As you wish.  We want a human as our next Queen. 
Preferably one who despises the trolls and humans who ally with them.  Which is
where you come in.  Will you accept?"

His
words took a moment to seep into her brain since she was too distracted staring
at his lower abs and the beautiful "V" they formed just before he
became a horse.  When she fully understood him, she snapped her head up and
stared him head on, though.  Eyes sparkling in the moonlight, devious, she
laughed.

"A
Queen?  Me?"  Perfect!  Wonderful!  That dirty tramp, Miri, would never
expect this.  "And what exactly do I get out of it?"

"I'll
carry you home on my back, of course," the centaur said.  "And you'll
have the backing of the centaurs as a collective people.  Needless to say
you'll lack for naught in regards to an army and defenses."

"Alright. 
I accept."

"Of
course, as I'm the one to make this deal with you, and I have royal blood in my
veins, I'll be your King.  You're expected to bare a halfling heir as soon as
possible.  We can remedy that before we ride.  I'm looking forward to it,
actually."

Fleur
stared at him, eyes going from a bright sparkle to a dull shine.  "Excuse
me, what?"

"We'll
need to mate," he said.  "You know, breed?"  She stared at him,
blinking.  "Fuck?  Couple?  Copulate?  Have sex?"

"Let
me get this straight.  You'll help me out and I'll be some centaur Queen, and
then you want me to fuck a horse?"

"Not
a horse," he said.  "I'm a centaur."

"I
don't even know who you are."  Did it even matter, though?  Centaur,
horse, whatever, his front looked pleasing enough, but the back part bothered
her.

"Right. 
Sorry.  I'm Prince Ardein.  I must say, I might be getting a little ahead of
myself.  I've been waiting in the forest for you to wake while admiring your
body.  I'm a bit... worked up, if you will."

"What,"
she said, staring at him, unblinking.