And she was really fucking hot. Not even meaning to be, especially now, the one orgasm hadn't quenched the arousal in her. Thump urged it back, unbidden, with his monstrous ministrations. The pounding against her cervix became pleasurable. Miri bit her lip, trying not to moan out in lust. This was ridiculous and embarrassing, but she was about to orgasm. She looked up, anything to keep her mind off the situation, and saw herself in the mirror on her ceiling, troll cock ramming into her. The sight embarrassed and intoxicated her. Her climax arrived.
She covered her head in a pillow, screaming into it. This goaded Thump on even further and his furious thrusting became frantic and unfailing. He went in and out, further and further, pressing her to her limits.
Another orgasm followed, seamless with the first, and she screamed into the pillow even louder hoping no one would hear her. Thump grunted hard, pumped harder, then growled. Slobber dribbled down his lips and onto her breasts. With his enormous hand he slathered the drool over her chest and squeezed and kneaded her breasts.
Everything was far too much, too sensitive, too much pleasure. Her fourth orgasm ripped through her, almost agonizing as her body spent all its energy in using her pussy to clutch around the troll's cock. This was too much for Thump too, and he exploded inside of her. His cum came and came, drenching her insides and coating them with thick, warm goo.
She lay there as he softened inside of her, the primal need in him subsiding. Drool splashed down his lips and onto her body as he knelt there with a huge, goofy grin on his face.
"You idiot fucking troll," she screamed. "Get the fuck off of me!"
Thump hobbled off the bed and resumed his standing position above his discarded loincloth.
Miri was really really angry, but that had also felt really really good. She didn't know what to think about that.
...
Fleur cackled in glee. Her pet idea had worked wonderfully. "Thump," as Miri named him, was of course well trained, but before giving him to the princess she had given him some commands of her own.
One, of course, being the ravaging. The princess had went along with it even better than Fleur expected. The look of her eyes rolling into the back of her head during orgasm was especially delightful.
Two, being the magical image drawing device she'd stowed in Thump's initial clothing and told him to set on a high up shelf where the princess kept some old stuffed animals. Fleur could see through and control the device with a set up of her own in her father's keep.
She scanned through the pictures she'd made with it. The best was probably one of the last, with troll semen oozing out from between princess Miri's legs, forming a large pool of white goop that went from her rear to the backs of her knees.
Fleur wondered how Roy would feel knowing his new girlfriend had fucked a troll? Revenge tasted like a delightful frozen grape topped with a dollop of sweet cream. She loved it.
Princess Miri's Wet Sticky Mess
Princess Miri sat in her father's council room bored beyond belief. Her father, the King, wanted to teach her the rules of engagement as it were. Learn to rule by watching how he did it, that sort of thing. Except if it were within her ability, she'd cut through all this silly nonsense and get right to the important business.
The chamberlain prattled on about this or that. The castle needed upgrading, he said. Also, the servants were complaining about the heat in the summers and were wondering if the King might install a ventilation system.
Then the economic advisor worrying about taxes. That man always worried, always thought they'd run out of money sometime soon, but it never happened. And Miri should know personally that it wasn't anywhere close to happening, because she'd requested a massive party be held in her honor in a few weeks and her father told her they would spare no expenses for his precious daughter. If they didn't have money, how could they do that? The advisor just needed to recount their assets, or else she was of the mind that he was stealing it and lying to everyone.
Others had their say, too. Nothing too important, something about war or whatnot, so Miri spent the time daydreaming. She had a new favorite daydream subject, which was rather splendid.
She imagined her pet troll, Thump's, massive cock. That snooty girl, Fleur, had given him to her for her past birthday, which was nice, but she didn't care too much about that. Miri just liked his cock. It was large, possibly excessively so, and very thick. She didn't have too much experience with men's penises, but she'd say it was definitely larger than most, or any. Thump was around ten feet tall, so it made sense he'd be grand in other areas, too.
The best part about his hefty shaft was that it fit inside of her neatly. A very tight fit, but it went nonetheless. She hadn't really expected to find out about that, but when she'd spent a day teasing him once and he'd just thrust it right into her, well—she couldn't stop thinking about it now.
Mind, Miri had toys of her own, but they paled in comparison to the real thing. She wondered why she hadn't tried sex before, but then realized it wasn't fitting behavior for a Princess of the Realm. Who would she practice sex with? Her boyfriend, Roy, was an obvious choice, but she didn't really want to have sex with him. She kept him around more to look pleasant and to annoy Fleur(since Miri had stolen him from her). Also, judging his book by the cover, she assumed his manhood couldn't satisfy her. Well and good, as long as he kept buying her gifts she'd keep him around anyways.
And she wouldn't be caught dead coupling with a servant boy. Ugh! How disgusting. Granted, Thump was some sort of trollish monster, but Thump couldn't tell anyone about their activities together, either. If she slept with a servant, she'd have to have him jailed after, or killed, in order to assure his lips would remain quite tight. Despite her having ordered people jailed before, she'd never had anyone killed, and she wasn't about to start. Also, they barely stayed in jail longer than a week, and she'd heard it was rather comfortable in the prisons, so what would they have to complain about?
Nothing! And she had no real complaints about Thump's cock, either. Her mind drifted back to it, imagining it in its entirety. She hadn't done anything with him since that day, but just thinking about it got her worked up beyond belief. It twitched delightfully when it was hard, and he got rock hard whenever he saw her in the bath. That's how it should be, really. Men should appreciate her, and Thump had done a good job of that.
The veins of his cock were thick, too, like someone had covered it with strips of pulsing wires. She enjoyed the way they felt when they were in her, when he grew excited and twitched as he worked himself inside of her. His veins flared then, pushing against her inner walls, and excited her more and more.
Gods, she wanted to masturbate so hard right now. She refrained from doing so in front of her father and the old men, because that was just crass, but she did excuse herself from their company.
"I need to make certain Thump is alright," she said.
Her father nodded. "Do be careful, my heart. I think the beast is destructive."
"Oh no, daddy. Don't worry about him. He just gets excited and forgets himself. He's such dreadfully wonderful company that we should forgive him that much."
"Speaking of the troll," the economic advisor said. "The costs of the new bed are excessive, and the amounts of food he eats are similar to what we spend on five normal men. Might we consider outsourcing him for labor to a nearby farm during the days?"
"Certainly not!" Miri said, standing and stamping her foot. "He's mine."
"He is hers," the King said as a point of fact. "A birthday present, if I recall. We shan't do anything to upset my dearest daughter, especially over a present from that wonderfully nice Millicent girl."
"But—" the advisor started to say.
Miri shot him a glare that shut him up fast; the type of glare she gave to people right before she ordered them jailed. The advisor quieted.
"Well, I'm off then," Miri said, becoming happy once more. "Toodles!" She skipped her way out of the council room, the skirts of her pretty pink r
oyal dress swishing at her legs.
Once away from all those old men, she became serious and stern. She had a mission, one she'd just come up with in her head, and it needed doing right away. Extremely time sensitive, because she really wanted to have sex with something. Where was Thump? He should be in her room, but he was so inordinately awful sometimes that he snuck away and went somewhere else. Not far, but he seemed to like watching some of the maidservants knitting. Odd, that.
She'd check her room first and go from there, she decided. Or she would have checked her room first, except Roy came bumbling up from out of nowhere and accosted her.
"Miri," he said, panting and out of breath. "I've found you."
"What do you want, Roy?" she asked, perturbed. He was getting in the way of her satisfaction and she disliked that.
"Miri, I understand that—well, how do I say this?" He tapped his chin, thoughtful. After a long pause, where Miri became increasingly frustrated with him and furrowed her eyebrows a lot, he added, "You've had sex, haven't you?"
She rolled her eyes. "Who, Roy, would I have had sex with? If I haven't had sex with you, I don't see who else I would do it with."
"They said you broke your bed, though. The chamberlain requested for someone to design you a new one recently."
"Thump broke my bed," she said, matter-of-factly(and this wasn't a lie). "When a huge beast-man-thing pounces a bed, that's what happens, you know?"
"I think you should be rid of him," Roy said. "If he breaks a bed, what will he break next? Think of the bathtub, Miri. Do you want it broken? What of the chandeliers in the dining hall? What of the stables with your favorite pony?"
"I've got to go," Miri said, brushing past him. "Your nonsense bothers me and I'll have none of it."
She ignored him trying to talk to her again. When she passed a guard in the halls, she made a gesture to him and he cut Roy off mid-sentence by tossing him up against a wall and detaining him.
"Wait!" Roy screamed after her. "Miri! I love you!"
Miri didn't say anything back, because mostly she didn't want to, and secondly she didn't love him. Also, he probably didn't love her either, so it didn't matter much. What was with people claiming their love so easily? If she loved someone, she was certain she'd know it.
She imagined love being much like the feelings she had when she thought of Thump's cock. A little tingly inside, with a warmth spreading out to the rest of her. Wanting to see it all of the day, and wondering what it was up to. Perhaps she'd buy it a gift, like a pretty red bow. Or, ooh, a piercing! They did that, she heard, and it could be pleasant. She didn't know how it could be pleasant, since it hardly sounded pleasant for the man, but supposedly it was pleasant for sex. For the woman? Maybe it did things inside. Who knew? Except Thump was large enough that she didn't think she needed more going on inside of her than what he already did.
She made it halfway to her room while pretending patience, but the rest of the way she bolted through the halls. Maids got in her way and she shoved them aside, but they were used to it and most of them dodged or managed to keep their footing. Only one foolish girl, her silly friend, Allysin, fell, but that was on purpose. She'd yell at her later for being a ditz, but for now she had her mission.
The dark mahogany door to her room, the former Chancellor's quarters, loomed before her. She put her hand on the doorhandle in reverence, like a person showing respect before opening a delightful gift from a dear relative. Did Thump have a gift for her? Oh yes, he would.
Miri opened the door, stepped inside, then closed it behind her. And bolted it. She thrust a chair up against it so no one could barge in, too.
Thump sat in the corner wearing only his loincloth, playing with a pair of knitting needles and a ball of string. The string lay in a mess all around him, half in his lap, and he clacked the needles together ineffectually.
"You goon," she said to him. "Come here and help me push this desk and trunk against the door. We want our privacy."
Thump stood up, his massive height towering over her, and he did as she asked. The desk creaked a huge noise when he moved it, but it wasn't any louder than the bed he'd broken a week past(and no one had come running in alarm when that happened), so it should be fine.
Then they were alone. Miri had plans.
The first time, while wonderfully pleasant, she hadn't been able to fully experience Thump's charms. Not that he had many charms besides his penis, but she was fine with that. He was kind of an ugly thing, with a misshapen face. Huge muscles, though. He could pick her up in one arm, most likely, and carry her around for the entire day. She was thin and light, of course, so that had something to do with it, but still.
Anyways, this time would be different. She wanted to see how he worked.
"Take that dirty loincloth off," she shrieked at him. When he went to untie it, she slapped his hands away. "No, no, let me. You're too bumbling. I'll do it for you."
The loincloth was pristine and white, direct from the fresh linens, but when Miri untied it she held it in disgust between her index finger and thumb before tossing it aside.
"Now let me see this," she said.
Thump understood her, for the most part, but if she was vague like that he just looked at her funny. He looked at her funny now, but she didn't care.
She marched up to him and eyed his flaccid dick. Or somewhat flaccid, at least. He looked ready to be ready in a moment's notice, which she liked. She hefted the thing in her hand, taking its measure, and it twitched a little in response. By gods, that thing was heavy, she thought. It must weigh a couple pounds, at least.
"We're going to wash you," she said. "I don't think you do a good enough job of it on your own. Carry me into the bathing room."
Thump reached for her waist and picked her up as if she were nothing. He held her under his arm, carrying her like luggage. It was odd, but she liked it. He had a masculinity about him that she could respect. Like, if he and her were a couple, he could protect her and treat her well, while still listening to her desires and needs. Except they wouldn't be a couple, because he was a troll and that was disturbing, but that was fine.
They arrived in the private bathroom adjoined to her bedroom in a few steps. She ran some water from the neat faucet contraption the chancellor had installed(seeing as it was his room before she commandeered it) and then told Thump to put her down. He did so without pause.
"Now the thing is," she told her pet, "I know you wash, but I haven't seen you do it. It will take too long to watch you, so I'm just going to do it for you. It'll be faster. Don't go washing yourself this way without me, though. I'll do it, since you're my pet and I said so."
Thump just stared at her, but this was good since it's what he did when he was listening properly.
Miri tested the water with a finger. It was warm and nice to the touch. The kind of bath to relax in, except she didn't want to relax right now. She skipped over to her bath oils and snatched one she disliked. It was generic and boring, but it came in a large bottle with enough oil to last for a year or two. Full, since she never used it, but for her current requirements that was a good thing.
Thump stood there, waiting patiently.
"So," she said conversationally, "How have you been?"
Thump didn't answer, but he grunted like she'd taught him.
"Yes? Really?" She dipped her hands in the warm bath water, then undid the stopper on the oil bottle and poured a generous amount onto one palm. "That's rather interesting.
Thump grunted again.
"I think you should tell that story at dinner," she said, except now she wasn't really paying attention to the conversation. She had Thump's half-flaccid cock in her sights. What use was a half-flaccid cock, she wondered. Not of any good use, that was for sure. She'd have to rectify that.
First rubbing the oil between her hands, she then moved forward and slathered it onto Thump's shaft. He cringed at first, followed by a groan of pleasure, but he stayed mostly still. She grinned up at him, watching
him make funny faces while she worked his dick in her hands. The skin along his shaft felt bumpy and rough beneath her hands, but the oil made it smoother and her job simpler.
He was hard now. Very hard. She thought she could make him harder, though. Miri's hands stroked along his long shaft faster, back and forth. By the gods he was huge. Granted, she had dainty, small hands, but it would take five of them to measure the entirety of his cock. And she could only wrap her hands entirely around it if she used both hands together. Her fingers overlapped a little this way, but still, he was large.
His rod shifted beneath her ministrations, and the delightful pulsing veins turned a bright, angry purple. Thump grabbed blindly for her, having closed his eyes once she started working him harder, but she ducked away and slapped at his hands.
"Just sit still and let me clean you!" she screeched at him.
He didn't sit still, but he didn't try to grab for her anymore, either. She pumped his shaft in her hands faster and faster, staring with rapt curiosity at his twitching, bulbous cockhead. It grew larger now, stretching until it looked like a mushroom. She wondered what that meant, except obviously she was doing a good job. She knew she could make him harder! This experiment was a great success.
Thump scrunched up his face like he was in pain, and a thick jet of sticky white cum exploded from his bulging cockhead. His ball sack took notes from his face and tightened close to his body when he shot another spray of cream at her. One more finished him, and all the while Miri kept pumping him hard and fast, watching, astonished.
She stopped when only a few thick drops of cum remained, oozing from his cock when she squeezed his shaft hard and forced them out.
Her hair was covered in white, along with her face. She thought she might have some in her nose, which was disgusting. He'd missed her eyes, thankfully, but she'd also kept them half shut just in case. This was really gross. She definitely needed a bath now.
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