The water in the tub was overflowing. Dammit She'd forgotten to turn it off, she was so intent on jerking Thump off. Scrambling for the faucet, slipping on the water on the floor, she toppled to the ground. Her pretty royal dress(or not so pretty now, with globs of white goop from her face having dripped onto it) became drenched.
Thump, tired from the exertion, collapsed on the floor next to her. His body thudded into the water, sending up splashes.
"You stupid troll," she shouted at him. "What use are you? I do a nice thing for you, help you clean off, and you just lay in the water when I need cleaning up? I could use some help here!"
Thump rolled over and stared at her, some glimmering sense of recognition in his eyes. He did that when she gave him a command and he was about to follow through with it, but the command she'd given this time, at least by her standards, was very vague.
Thump got to his knees and reached for her. With all the daintiness of a troll, he removed her dress, which was to say he grabbed at the corset part and ripped it straight in half. He lifted her into the air by her waist and peeled the dress from her body, the flimsy tatters of cloth falling to the ground. Now he held her aloft in only her panties and a matching, black and white lacy bra.
"Excuse me," she said, glaring at him as he dangled her about. "What are you doing?"
Thump grunted. When she looked down, she saw his softening cock was not quite soft any longer. It strained upwards, looking like it wanted to make a comeback, but wasn't quite there yet.
"Um," she said, staring at it.
Thump maneuvered her in his hands, wrapping one hand neatly around her waist while the other was free to do what it willed. And, apparently what that was at the moment was to sneak a finger through the defenses of her panties and prod at her pussy. She gasped at first, caught off guard, but he kept poking her and poking her. His calloused finger slid along her labia, wet from the water and her previous arousal from the excitement of her experiment. Slick to the touch, he stroked her slit as if it were soft butter that he wanted to spread on toast, up and down. His rough fingertip touched against her clit and she squirmed in his arms.
Her legs kicked wildly, but out of habit more than dislike. She liked to keep them rooted firmly in place when she masturbated, wanted to find something to push her feet against, except Thump kept her dangling in midair, unable to find purchase on anything. He rubbed her pussy, rough and hard, having no idea what he was doing except that most likely he thought he was cleaning her like she'd cleaned him. That was the only idea she could come up with in her current sex-addled state.
Thump stopped for a moment, then looked around. For what? She didn't know until he grunted acknowledgment and found the bottle of oil she'd used on him. Tipped over and on the flooding floor, it now had nothing in it. Thump stared at it, one eyebrow raised, confused.
Then he glanced at his cock. It was rising higher, returning to full glory, but that wasn't what he looked at. On the tip, remaining from before, were the viscous remains of his cum. His expression turned happy, eyebrows raising and a gleeful expression on his face. He used the finger he'd used on her to stroke along the glistening tip of his cock, coating it in his cream. When he finished it looked kind of like a dessert covered in whipped topping, except quite a bit grosser.
She squirmed, shaking her head. Oil was fine, somewhat, even if it left her feeling odd and sticky inside afterwards, but this was a little strange. Granted, he'd blown his load inside of her before, but that was different. This was secondhand, after the fact, and it bothered her.
Or it did bother her up until he pressed his finger against her thigh and pushed it upwards, leaving a trail of creamy goo on her leg. He wriggled the thick digit beneath her panties again, then popped it right into her slit. No teasing this time, no rubbing up and down, he just pushed it right in. She gasped and her body tensed for a second, surprised. So easy!
His fingers were thick, too. Not as thick as his cock, but thick enough to do the job. His index finger curled inside her, digging around, and the cum on his finger coated her inner walls. He wasn't very good at this, not much experience, but then he lucked out; his large, rough fingertip touched against her g-spot. She wriggled on his finger and moaned loudly.
Thump was always a fast learner. Maybe not the smartest, but he understood the difference between a bad job, a good job, and a great job. Currently he was moving towards doing a great job, and he seemed to recognize this. His finger didn't move from its current position except to press along her perfect spot. Miri tensed and arched her back, really really wishing she had something to press her feet against so she could tense her thigh muscles. Thump never let her fall, but she felt like she might at any minute.
Then he let go of her waist with his one hand. She still didn't fall, but it was a very odd sensation. Impaled on his finger by her pussy, he held her aloft one-handed by her crotch. His other fingers moved to support her rear and his thumb found a good spot on her clit. Purposefully or unbeknownst to him, she didn't care, because fucking gods she was about to cum.
Her orgasm wracked through her and she abandoned herself to him. For all she cared she could fall on the ground right now and it would hardly matter because this was wonderful. The pleasure soared through her from two points, g-spot and clit. Thump didn't stop, kept it up, and pushed Miri to an ever higher climax. Her body spasmed but he managed to keep her held high in the air.
And he still didn't stop! She became oversensitive to the pleasure and squirmed, but he kept on working her. She needed a break! Except Thump didn't like breaks, apparently. Just a small break maybe, nothing much, but no.
She kept squirming, flailing around, trying to think of words to say, but the only thing that escaped her lips was "—Just, agh! Fuck!"
Thump hesitated. Miri blinked, confused, not sure what she'd said. He was lowering her to the ground, making her kind of disappointed. Really, it was a bit too much, but if he'd kept it up she thought she could have had another orgasm, which would have been delightful. One of those hard and heavy ones, forced through her body like the ringing from a bell when the bellman slammed it with his thick hammer.
Thump had a similar idea, but not quite. He didn't lower her all the way, he lowered her onto his hardened cock, pushing past her panties. The slick head of it, still lubed up from when she'd jerked him off, slid into her folds. When she was planted on it, he just dropped her. She screamed, falling, feeling all of him sliding through her, and then she stopped. He'd caught her about the waist once he'd entered her fully, and held her suspended there. For some reason she had the idea that if he let her go she'd remain in the same position, held up by only his cock.
Then he lifted her back up. The length of him was agonizing at this angle and she felt every vein and curve of his dick inside of her. So thick and large, and much much better than his fingers. Without even trying, he pressed all the right spots inside of her, and one of his veins pulsed and twitched and rubbed at her g-spot. The fabric of her still-worn panties brushed against her clit with every movement that he made.
Then he dropped her again. She slid down his cock, every feeling rolling by fast. It reminded her of country carriage rides down long roads when the driver gave the horses leeway to gallop. Carriage wheels clattering on the dirt road and the carriage jumping up and down and Miri looking out the window and screaming with glee.
Right now, oh, she was screaming alright. For notably different reasons, though. Thump lifted her up again with one hand, then dropped her back down his shaft and caught her at the end with his other. He used her pussy as his personal cock sleeve, up and down and all over again. She grabbed his thick chest hair with her hands and pulled, holding on for dear life.
It was so hard and fast that she didn't recognize when her orgasm started, but it was definitely there. She pulled herself forward, screaming into his chest as he fucked her, muffling her voice as best she could. Even if the door of her room was thoroughly blockaded, she knew if anyone heard her they'
d find a way to break in. And then what? How did she explain that, oh, yes, she was fine, but the door was blocked off. Also, the floor was flooded, and her dress was in shreds and what was all of that white goop drying on her hair and face?
Fuck it, she didn't even care. Thump ravaged her, sliding her up and down his pole over and over again. Miri's orgasm was relentless, constantly building up to higher and higher peaks. She didn't know when it would stop, or if it would stop, and she wondered momentarily what it would be like to live life like this forever, in a constant heightening of pleasure. Possibly very wonderful or tiring, depending. Right now it was wonderful, though the fatigue was setting in. Her limbs grew sore from all the flailing and clenching she was doing.
Her orgasm went over the edge and her inner muscles clenched down hard on Thump's cock. He had dropped her, but the force of her hold on his cock with her pussy kept her from falling all the way down his shaft. She remained there, halfway up, squeezing his rod with all her might. Her feet kicked at the tops of his thighs.
Thump was having issues of his own now. His cock jerked around, rocking her back and forth while she held onto his chest hair. He seemed to have forgotten his hands and holding her, and focused entirely on the joining of their bodies. His balls clenched and he exploded inside of her, his cum fighting against gravity, up and into her. He'd spent himself earlier, but still had plenty to spare. It sloshed inside of her before having nowhere else to go but down, dribbling out, dripping past her labia and then leaking down the length of his cock.
Her whole body felt sore, but she didn't want to release herself. Tremors from her orgasm gripped through her, even when she thought it was over, and whenever this happened Thump's cock twitched hard and rocked her. It felt, oddly, like riding around on a sexual rocking horse. The imagery made her laugh, and at laughing she loosened up, then fell off his softening cock. Thump caught her from behind and cradled her in his arms, then lowered her to the ground.
The ground, which was now more like a lake, with lukewarm water about two feet high in her bathing room.
"Thump!" she screeched at him. "Don't put me down in this mess! It's gross. There's oil and water and your ridiculously thick cum. My fucking god, can't you just cum like a normal person? I don't exactly know how that is, but you need to learn."
Thump looked at her cockeyed, confused.
"Don't give me that look, you!" Miri was too tired to get up, so she simply sat in the water and shoved her hand up, pointing her finger at him.
Thump still looked confused. He pointed at his cock, then made a jerking off gesture with his hand.
"I think," Miri said, haughty, "that that's enough cleaning for today. You seem to get the gist of it. I need to—how are we going to get rid of this water? What am I going to say? The chamberlain's already complaining about the bed. You've really ruined this, you know? I've half a mind to ban you from taking a bath, except I don't want you to smell horrible."
Thump frowned and tried to clean up the watery mess by scooping it into his hands and putting it into the overfull bathtub. It didn't work.
Miri scrambled for the tub and found the faucet, turning it off. She didn't quite know what she was going to do with all the water, nor did she know how she was going to clean up the mess, but she couldn't let anyone find her and Thump like this. Gods, that would be embarrassing. How could she explain that to someone? She had no idea.
Princess Miri's Naughty Notion
So," Roy said. "How is everything?"
"Fine," Miri replied. She pushed a couple of peas around on her plate with her silver fork.
This, in her honest opinion, was the most boring thing in the world. She hadn't seen Roy privately in weeks and now she realized why. They'd passed each other in the castle whenever he came to visit, and she'd said hello to him sometimes, or excused herself to go do something other times, but none of that seemed too terrible.
Except then he'd asked her on a date. They'd gone on dates before, so this wasn't anything too interesting. He asked her in front of her father, the King, though, at a small dinner gathering for a few well-known and important kingdom dignitaries. What was she supposed to do then? She couldn't very well refuse him! It was common knowledge that her and Roy were dating, and so she needed to accept in front of everyone so no one would assume the worst and spread rumors throughout the land. Then Roy pestered her, and she got angry with him, until finally they arrived here, at his quaint chateau on his parent's land, just outside his family's main keep.
She was less than an hour's ride from the castle, she thought. She could make it home fast if need be, just jump up, say she had indigestion, hop astride a horse and go. Mind, the horses were tethered to a carriage awaiting her return along with a couple of guards and the carriage driver, but maybe she could unstrap one before anyone noticed and ride off into the sunset.
Something like that, except she knew it wouldn't work.
"It's an awful thing what happened to your room," Roy said in between a mouthful of poached chicken. "If you'll recall, I did warn you, though. That troll of yours is dangerous. I know you love him dearly, and so it pains me to say this, but you really should dispose of him before he harms you. I don't want to see you hurt."
Miri's nostril's flared. Yes, her bathroom was in ruins, along with most of the rest of her living quarters, and yes, Roy had mentioned that Thump might destroy her bathtub beforehand in some odd turnabout of prescience. None of that happened, though.
Technically the bathtub was fine; it was the rest of the room that was trashed. And Thump hadn't done any of it. In her infinite wisdom, while attempting to experiment on Thump's cock with oils and water and generous strokes from her petite hands, she'd left the water running. Then, a few more things happened, a couple of mind-blowing orgasms on her part, and before she knew it the bathroom was flooded, along with her room.
It took a million pounds of creativity to resolve that issue. She didn't even remember exactly what she told everyone, but it involved something to do with a broken water pipe and who knew what that weird sticky white goo floating all over the water was. Sewage, maybe? Gross! Also, there were fish. Evil, vicious things, that came up out of the pipes while she bathed and jumped out of the tub and destroyed her dress! Someone should really do something about that.
No, it wasn't Thump's viscous cum floating in the water or the fact that he'd ripped her dress in half before holding her aloft in the air and fingering her. Who would even think that? No one, thankfully.
"It's not that I dislike him," Roy said. "On the contrary, I think he'd be a fine fellow if I got to know him. He seems sturdy. Good shoulders. But—"
"Let's not talk about this," Miri said, firmly. She shoved a bunch of peas in her mouth and chewed them into an unrecognizable mash.
"That's fine. Actually, there is some other more interesting and exciting matter I'd love to discuss with you." Roy grinned at her and waggled his eyebrows.
"What is it?" Miri asked, peeved.
"Well, as you surely know, we've been dating for four months now, and—"
"Four? Are you certain?" Four months seemed like an annoyingly long time to spend in a relationship with Roy.
"Yes, it's definitely four. In fact, today, this very night, is our four month anniversary. See? I've circled it on this calendar on the wall. I wrote a note, too." Roy excused himself from the table and rushed over to the calendar to show her.
Miri eyed the calendar, not entirely convinced. As if to show her for sure, he flipped back a few months and showed her the circle for when they'd started dating. Yes, she remembered, that was definitely the start date, and now that he had it all displayed like that she agreed this was their fourth month together. For what that was worth, which she thought wasn't very much.
"So..." Roy said, pausing. "I was thinking... I've got something to show you, if you want to see it?"
Miri perked up. "Is it a present?"
"Yes," Roy said, nodding. "Something like that."
"Something like a present?" She raised one brow. "I don't know if I want it if it might not be a present."
"It's certainly enjoyable."
"By whom?"
"You?"
"How should I know I'll enjoy it? Tell me what it is."
"I can't tell you, Miri!" He shook his finger at her. "It's a secret. I have it up in my bedroom. I think we're finished dinner, so shall we?"
"If you're not telling me," she said, "I doubt I want it." And, anyways, she could stretch her dinner on for a long while now. Peas were a terrible thing if you wanted a person to hurry, since she'd happily sit here for hours, thoroughly chewing one at a time, slowly, until the sky was so dark that the carriage guards came and told her she needed to leave immediately for the castle.
Roy frowned and his eyebrows scrunched up. "Alright, look," he said. "I'll keep the one present a surprise, but I've also got a new ornately jeweled clock I'm willing to give you. Each hour point is encrusted with a different kind of precious gem."
Oo~ooh. Miri's eyes widened. She didn't know what she'd use a clock for, because they had plenty of clocks around the castle and she rarely cared what time it was, but she liked jewels. Maybe it would look nice in her new room, too? Whenever they finished remodeling it, that was. Currently she had to bunk with Allysin, and that was a bother, but she did kind of like the girl.
"Fine," Miri said. "Though I want to see the clock first. Bring it here and I'll give it to the guards to stash in the carriage while you show me this other thing."
Roy nodded. In a matter of seconds, he ran upstairs, fetched the clock, then returned to her. She took it from him when he offered it, and flipped it around in her hands. It ticked faintly, but steadily. That part of the transaction complete, she brought it to the door of his home and handed it off to one of the guards standing outside.
"Show me this other present, then," she said, half-uncaring and half-indifferent(which was to say, both the same thing, and both not really interested in anything Roy had to offer).
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