Thump hefted her up, claiming her goods. He pulled her to him, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist. Behind her, his cock bounced, slapping against her ass.
"No~oo," she said, to no effect. "Don't do this! You can't!"
The troll smirked. "Thump do it to Miri."
And thus, she had no chance of escape.
Thump held her ass in one hand, keeping her propped up. His cock was so massive and hard that it thrust nearly straight up, prodding at the entrance to her pussy. Not enough to enter her, but so amazingly close. Miri pushed down, trying to press herself onto his cockhead so that he entered her just a tiny bit, but Thump kept her held tightly against him. She did manage trap his cock in between the barest beginnings of her slick folds, though.
"Fuck me," she said, raspy. "I missed you, Thump. Fuck me, please."
"Nope," he said, firmly.
Holding her aloft with one hand, he groped her breasts with the other. His hand mashed against her chest, squeezing and massaging her breasts. Between his overlarge finger and thumb, he tweaked her nipple. Miri gasped aloud and moaned, her back arching.
With anyone else, she would have fallen if she moved like that. Thump held her in his strong, muscular grip, letting her move any which way without risk of toppling to the ground. Miri continued to lean back until she was practically laying down in midair while Thump groped her breasts.
"You beast!" she cried out. "You evil cad!"
"Thump a beast! Thump take Miri and clean her."
"Yesssss," Miri hissed.
Cleaning usually involved Thump fingering her to a massive orgasm. Holding her aloft, laying her on the bed, whatever. Except this time he had something else in mind. He lifted her up and away from his cock, making her whimper, but then he put her somewhere better.
Holding her up high enough that she could touch the dungeon ceiling with the palms of her hands, he placed her so her legs dangled over his shoulders. Then he pulled her forward and without further warning pressed his mouth against her crotch.
His rough, rugged tongue immediately entered her. He drove past her folds and into her slit, lapping up her dripping arousal. Not as large as his cock, his tongue was still quite the contender. Throbbing and squirming, licking against the walls of her cunt, Thump drank in all of her passion. Miri let out a scream and her hands shot up, grabbing for leverage. She found purchase on the dungeon ceiling and pushed against it.
Fucking gods, how long was his tongue? He'd done this before, in the dungeons no less, but this time was different. He was more thorough and intense, delving into her and exploring her with his tongue. He scraped against the roughness of her g-spot making her spasm in delight.
Miri's hips moved of their own accord, grinding against Thump's face. His lips curled up into a grin, spreading her pussy lips to the side along with them. Wiggling his upper lip, he tweaked Miri's clit, rubbing it up and down.
"Yes, yes." Her words came out between panted breaths. "Soon."
Thump knew exactly what soon meant. Thump knew everything about Miri.
He drove his tongue further in, so far that the tip of it pressed against her cervix. He twisted it inside her, moving it side to side, urging her orgasm on. Miri closed her eyes and relaxed, letting euphoria take her.
Her pussy clenched around his tongue like a french kiss. Every time she spasmed in climax, his tongue squirmed inside of her. It was so entirely strange and different and exciting. Miri grabbed the ceiling, or tried to, pressing against it as hard as she could, and arced her neck backwards. Pleasure, satisfaction, roiled inside her, a needy, urgent mess. She gasped and moaned and muttered nonsense, losing any coherent thought, while Thump coaxed an orgasm out of her.
Before she finished, he lifted her up and away from his mouth. So much, too much, and she wanted more. They weren't even started yet! She wanted everything, all of him. He placed her on the ground and she launched herself at his cock, greed overcoming her. She grabbed his lengthy shaft in her hands, staring at it with perverse hungry.
Without even thinking about it, she wrapped her lips around his cockhead. Pressing her head forward, trying to shove past his throbbing, massive girth, she pushed herself downwards. Her hands scrambled to grab his balls and she squeezed one in each hand. Large, like peaches, Miri rolled his balls around in her palms. Her head bobbed up and down on his shaft, going as far as she could. His dick was massive, at least ten inches long, and wider around than her fist, but she managed to take a quarter of him into her mouth.
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.
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sp; 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?
Fleur's Erotic Epilogue
Fleur 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 i
n 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.
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