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

by du Lys, Cerys

  "See? That's what I mean? You're excited about helping me, and that's good, but you aren't particularly dangerous looking. I think we need to fix that. Let me explain how, alright?"

  And she did just that.

  ...

  Miri cowered in the corner of one of the prison cells. The door to the cell was wide open, but she couldn't leave. There was a dangerous and dreadful troll outside, just waiting for her to attempt an escape. This was some sort of test, a vicious trial set forth by the vile princess of the kingdom.

  When she told Thump this story, he shook his head, indicating she wasn't vile. She had to explain to him a few times that she wasn't the princess right now, she was playing a captive in the dungeons. Even still, she wasn't sure he fully understood, but he stopped protesting for awhile.

  Anyways, Miri cowered in the dungeons. She wore only her undergarments(she'd left her dress hung nicely in the watch room). What evil cads they were in this place! To leave her like this, where the malicious troll might defile her at any moment! Egads!

  And then he came. Thump, the troll guardian of the prisons, crashed through the hallways. His footsteps thudded, echoing along as he made his rounds. She'd heard rumors about this. The troll had a propensity towards deflowering beautiful virgin maidens. This, Miri thought, was probably why they'd trapped her in the dungeons in the first place. Though of course she was already deflowered, and Thump couldn't even begin to understand how flowers had anything to do with people, but she wouldn't budge about this part of her story.

  The troll sniffed the air. He could smell her fear, her sweet, virginal smell. She knew she needed to hide, to escape from his prowling eyes, but there was nowhere for her to go. Pressing her back against the wall as hard as she could, she hoped he might overlook her and pass her cell by.

  Thump didn't. Out of all the prisoners in the dungeon(which was just the one, sort of; Miri), he chose her.

  He stomped into her cell carrying an opened bottle of wine, and openly ogled her.

  "Miri," Thump said, "Thump confuse?"

  Miri inched away from the wall and stood up, walking towards him. "It's fine, Thump. Let me explain it again. Listen good, alright?"

  He nodded, looking at her with a mix of adoration and attention.

  "So you're the big bad troll guarding the dungeon and I'm the prisoner. And you're hungry for human! What you're going to do is pour the wine on me, and then lick it off. That will symbolize your wild, rabid nature. Then you can do whatever you want, but you won't actually eat me. It's just the story. Do you understand?"

  "Thump no eat Miri!" her pet troll sounded absolutely horrified at the prospects.

  She smiled at him. "No, no. Of course you won't. It's just the story. So you can learn to be more vicious just in case, you know? You probably won't need to, but it doesn't hurt to learn it."

  "Story," Thump said. "Yah."

  "Uh huh." She nodded. "Are you ready to continue?"

  "Yah."

  Miri walked back to her corner, sat down, and continued cowering against the wall.

  By the gods! The troll warden was huge. He wore a pristine white loincloth that contrasted with his mottled skin. His breath was sour and tinged with the scent of alcohol. Was this it? Was this the end of her? The castle guards had no true control here, and so if this troll took her, whatever his intents, she was done for. No one was coming to save her.

  The troll stepped forwards, his gaze intent on her. He lifted the bottle of wine in the air, waving it around, then he grabbed her foot. In Miri's story, he pulled her roughly across the floor towards the center of the cell, but in actuality he helped her up and she walked there, then sat down so they could continue. The troll pinned her to the floor and sloshed the wine all over her body, soaking her white panties and bra until they turned a deep red. Mind, it was a white wine, and she wore pink panties and a pink bra, but that didn't sound as nice in her mind so she changed it for the story.

  Thump peeled the panties from her body, eliciting a fearful screech from Miri. He lifted her underwear into the air, then wrung it out above his mouth, letting the mix of wine and her fearful arousal drip into his open maw. Completely not fierce or dangerous looking, Thump swished the wine around in his mouth, then sat there for a second, before nodding his head up and down and looking very happy. After he swallowed, he got back into character.

  "Miri taste yum," he said.

  "No!" she screamed at him, kicking at his feet. "You evil troll! Stay away from me!" In a whisper, she added, "Do you remember what you do now, Thump?" While waiting for him to answer, she reached around behind her and undid her bra, then removed it and tossed it aside.

  Thump nodded. "Yah."

  The malicious troll grabbed her thighs, one in each hand. He spread her legs wide, like she was a cooked chicken and he planned on plucking them off for his meal. His tongue slipped from his mouth, a massive, slobbering thing, and he licked at the undersides of her feet, and...

  Miri burst into laughter. "Thump! Agh! No, no! That tickles!"

  He stopped licking the bottom of her feet. "Sorries."

  And... his rough tongue glided up her calf, savoring the taste of wine on her flesh. Some seasoning, preparing her, soon he would probably pull out the herbs and smear them all over her nubile body. His tongue trailed a path up her thigh, towards her crotch, and then slapped against her exposed pussy.

  Miri gasped. The story, yes, but fuck, she liked this. Thump lapped at her folds, licking the wine from her. Soon the wine was gone, though, but he was still licking. She wondered if she tasted sweet, like the flavor she'd noticed on his cock when she'd had him punish Allysin. She wanted to ask him, but now wasn't the time. His tongue slid across her slit, pressing against her sensitive flesh, and then the tip poked inside of her. He did his best to lick up all of her juices, except he was doing such a good job that she had plenty more to give him.

  Writhing on the dirty prison floor(though she put down a clean blanket beforehand), Miri let Thump take from her what he wanted. It wasn't enough for him, though.

  His tongue left her slit and moved up towards her clit, lapping at her pearl. She tensed and wriggled, trying to move away from him unintentionally, but he held her in place. Then he lapped up towards her bellybutton and sucked up the wine from within it. She laughed at the sensation of it, watching him, amused.

  When his tongue reached her breasts, she lost it. Thump's tongue was different from a humans, which should have probably been obvious to her. She'd seen it plenty of times before, when he ate or whatnot. Not too much different, but it was a little more rough around the edges. She imagined it being similar to the difference between smooth, sanded wood, and a freshly cut board. Except his tongue wasn't about to give her splinters, thank the gods.

  The roughness of it caressed across her breasts and circled up towards her nipples. He flicked the one with his tongue, then licked down between her bosom, lapped up some wine that had pooled there, and moved up to her other breast. When he finished there and went to her throat, drinking the wine within the curves of her neck, she felt like she'd gone to the heavens. He was so gentle, but strong and thorough and absolute.

  And now that he'd finished what she told him to do, it was up to him to decide what to do next. Miri half-expected him to ask her, to be confused, but she was pleasantly surprised when he didn't.

  Thump lifted her off the ground like a rag doll and placed her on her feet. Guiding her towards the bars of the cell, he pressed her hard against them. Not too hard, but hard enough that her large, pert breasts popped through the wide space between the bars. A center bar, separating one breast from the other, pressed against her chest. Legs wobbly, partially from the wine and otherwise from the aroused excitement of what might come next, Miri barely managed to remain standing.

  Thump held her up by the waist and loomed behind her. Having done a wonderful job of preparing her earlier, and using his saliva as a sort of lubricant, he guided his cock towards her slit and pushed in. In h
er mind, her story, this was a rabid troll taking her forcefully in the cell. He slammed her against the bars, crammed his cock into her pussy, and ravaged her hard.

  Or, not really, but everything Thump did had a certain amount of force to it. Miri was too small by far to take his cock easily, considering its size. He pressed it into her, pushing more and more in, until finally he'd hilted himself inside of her. She practically purred, feeling the delicious sensation of being absolutely filled. Thump pulled out of her, then thrust back in.

  Miri's breasts bounced, slapping against the sides of the bars. The cool feeling of the bars, combined with the slight sting as her breasts hit against them, was unlike anything she'd felt before while having sex. It was strange, but erotic, and she wanted more.

  Whispering, she said, "Careful, alright? Not too hard."

  Thump grunted out some unintelligible words, but she had no doubt he would listen to her.

  Miri inched forwards while he fucked her, carefully letting the uppermost part of her slit press against one of the cool bars. She gasped at the coldness of the metal as her clit touched it. Thump sheathed his cock inside of her, and jostled her enough while doing it that her pearl slid back and forth along the bar.

  "Fuck!" she said.

  Too much pleasure all at once, but she wanted it, wanted more. Grabbing the bars with both hands, she held herself in place, squeezing them in her fingers for all she was worth. The next time Thump pushed into her, she was prepared for it. Or, she thought she was prepared, but her first orgasm rattled its way inside her, forced there by the excessively pleasurable feelings brought on by Thump and the cell bars. The story in her mind played no small part, either. The troll-ravaged prisoner thrashed about in pure, ecstatic fear, her orgasm blazing through her, her body demanding its needs be met.

  Once she finished her orgasm, Thump stopped pounding his cock into her pussy. He kept it inside of her, filling her, holding himself close to her. Miri kept gripping the bars in her hands, grinding her crotch against the bar between her legs, and easing out every last ounce of pleasure she could get.

  When she finished, Thump picked her up, still keeping her impaled on his cock, and walked with her towards the blanket laying on the cell floor. He sat on it, then lay down, looking at her with a big smile. She was sitting on his cock like it was some sort of chair, except one that fit inside her, watching him, confused.

  "Thump do," he said. "Now Miri do."

  Oh! She laughed. He'd done what he wanted, as she'd asked of him, and now he wanted her to do the same? Whatever she wanted. She liked that idea. It was sweet. Thump was so considerate. Mind, he was supposed to be vicious and evil right now, but he'd done a good enough job before, so she could forgive him this one transgression towards his learning.

  She'd—Miri had never been in this position before. His cock pressed into her at an angle she'd never felt, and he seemed to twitch harder inside of her than usual when he was laying on the floor. She inched forwards on his stomach, half of his cock sliding out of her, and crawled upwards on his body while her hands grabbed at the hair of his chest. Letting her legs loosen a bit, her knees bending as if she made to stand, she pulled them back so that her calves touched against her thighs and her body crashed back onto his cock.

  The next time, Thump helped her. She felt awkward in this position, but felt wonderful, too, so different and unique. She found she could grind her clit against his stomach if she maneuvered properly, which she desperately wanted to do. Thump grabbed at her waist and helped her ease off of him, then when she clenched her thighs to push back onto him, he hastened the motion and slammed her onto his cock.

  Savoring her control, relishing in the power of it, she pressed hard against his stomach. She could feel his cockhead digging into her so beautifully. The next thing she knew, Thump was looking at her strangely. He had a similar expression on his face to what Allysin had before she'd lost herself in the throes of her orgasm. Interesting.

  Miri didn't quite know exactly what to do, but she knew she wanted to see the rest of that look, the wild abandon when his climax took over and he came inside of her. Mind, she'd seen this before, to some extent, but never from this angle. It took on an entirely new perspective, especially since she had full control over it now.

  When she clenched her pussy against his cock, he twitched hard and fast inside of her and his mouth dropped open. So that was a good move, she thought. Gods, it was good for her, too. The veins of his cock flared whenever he twitched, and her squeezing cunt felt every delicious inch of him inside of her. Miri went into an undulating motion, like a sexual snake, letting an inch or so of him slide out of her slightly, then right back in, while she ground her crotch against his stomach and squeezed his cock with her inner muscles. Her ass bounced, making slapping noises whenever she slammed down on his shaft and her cheeks clapped against his thighs.

  This was it, this was good. Thump held onto her waist, helping her in her movements. Or, he did up until the point when his tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Then he gripped her hips hard and forced her onto all of his cock. Miri was close, too, growing more and more aroused just by watching him so close to orgasm. When he spurt his first jet of cum into her, a loud grunt escaping his drooling mouth, she went over the edge.

  She clenched her thighs tight and let her pussy wrap around his cock. Tossing herself onto his body, her breasts squishing against his stomach and chest, she squeezed against him, letting the pleasure pound through her. His seed shot into her harder next time, splashing against her cervix, trying to gain entrance into her womb, and then inevitably bouncing back and sloshing out of her cunt and sliding down his cock towards his balls.

  Miri squirmed and wriggled on his stomach, trying to push up and down his shaft while her intense orgasm kept her in a glazed state of mind. Her and Thump were no strangers to sex and orgasms, but this position and this place seemed more intimate somehow. Their own place, where they could do as they liked and were doing it right now. He released all of his passion inside of her, and in return she gave her orgasm over to him.

  They finished sometime. She didn't know when. She lay on Thump's stomach, a sweaty, sticky mess, with his cum leaking from her gaping pussy. Thump had his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight, smiling at her. The smell of sweet Riesling on his breath wafted towards her. Maybe they should get really drunk, finish off the rest of the wine, and just have sex all night in the dungeons in some frantic, horrid mess. That sounded nice, except someone was bound to come and look for her eventually, even if she had strictly told them not to some time beforehand.

  She couldn't risk it. Gods, she was so tired right now, too. She just wanted to sleep, except there were no good beds down here. They'd have to go back to Allysin's room for that.

  Lethargic, and not wanting to move, Miri lifted herself off of Thump's softening, though still massive, cock, and made to stand. She wobbled side to side at first, but he helped her keep steady. Finding her bra and panties, she put them on. Thump had never taken his loincloth off, but maybe he should have. It was covered in wine and sex stains, and looked like it needed a thorough cleaning. Oh well, she'd ask Allysin to secretly take care of it when she next had laundry duty. Her friend owed her that much for the time she allowed her with Thump.

  ...

  Somehow they made it back up to the bedroom. Miri didn't remember much of it, but when they arrived Thump had her cradled in his arms and she was half asleep. Allysin wasn't around, still off doing her castle servant duties, apparently. Thump held Miri against him with one arm while pulling down the blankets and sheet on the bed. Placing her in bed, he tucked her in while humming to himself.

  She was about to just fall asleep, no questions asked, but something caught her eye. What was that? It definitely wasn't here before. She gave it a cursory glance through half-lidded eyes, almost passing it by again, but then she realized what it was.

  Fuck! Fuck! No! Where, who, how
had that gotten here? She didn't understand. What was going on?

  Hanging on the wall, framed in a cheap, wooden frame, was some picture of her and Thump. It was her old bed and room, from a strange angle. In the picture, Miri was laying in the bed, eyes glazed and rolling into the back of her head, while Thump slammed his massive erection into her. Except, this must have been at the end of that, the end of their first ever sexual encounter, because there was a pool of his cum leaking from her cunt and covering the bed around her thighs and ass.

  Next to the picture was a note, stuck to the wall with a nail. Miri panicked and jumped out of bed, running towards the picture and the note. Snatching the note from the wall, she scrambled to open it, but couldn't figure it out at first. Desperate and in shock, she ripped open the envelope and pulled the note out of it.

  It said:

  "Dear Miri,

  How have you been? I hope you've been enjoying your birthday present. It sure looks like it, doesn't it? Don't worry, I have a bunch of these, so I can share them with everyone. I won't yet, though.

  I expect you'll want to think things over, and realize just what I'm doing. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm going to blackmail you. This is Fleur, by the way. The girl who was dating Roy before you stole him? I wonder what he'll think of you having sex with a troll.

  I bet he won't like that! I know I wouldn't, except I'm not your boyfriend and I hate you so I find it absolutely hilarious! It really is funny and I've been laughing a lot.

  I'll give you the night to rest, as a courtesy, but I'm visiting the castle right now, so I expect you to meet with me on the morrow. We can discuss the terms of my silence in regards to your troll coupling then. Meet me at the gazebo in the gardens around noontime.

  Talk to you then,

  Fleur."