"You..." Fleur clenched her hand into a fist and shook it at him. "You get away from me!"
"Oh, my wife, don't be so shy! It's alright, dear. I know it's scary, but I'll be here for you always."
"Fuck you!" Fleur dashed towards the forest, trying to flee.
It didn't work.
...
Something happened during the night and Fleur knew she should remember what exactly, but for some reason her mind was completely blank. The sun rose on the horizon, lighting the sky for a new day, and she traveled along safely on the back of her horse and...
What the fuck, where were her clothes? She had none, nothing, and she was riding a horse, bareback, in the nude.
"Oh, you're awake."
Who the hell was that? Befuddled, she turned her gaze upwards and saw Ardein. She wasn't riding on the back of a horse, she was riding him. He trotted slowly alongside the outskirts of the forest, keeping a slow enough pace so she wouldn't fall off but fast enough so as to make decent progress.
"Um," she said. "Good morning..."
"I hope you enjoyed yourself last night. I realize it might have been a bit much for your first time, but my grandfather always said you should jump feet first into these kinds of things. Just go all in and figure out what you're dealing with. Don't fool around and waste time."
"How many times did we have sex?" Fleur asked, the realization dawning on her.
"Eight," Ardein gladly replied. "Do you think you'll have eight foals?"
"Foals?" she asked. "Er."
"That's what we call centaur children. Though I wonder, will they be humans? I don't know the specifics on that. I suppose we'll see how it turns out!"
"I better not have eight children!" she screamed. "And what do you mean foals? With hooves? What? I'm not that big! I can't fit eight in there!"
"You never know!" Ardein said, laughing. "I wouldn't mind, myself."
"I do!"
"Oh, you say that now, but once they kick their way out of you and you see their darling, dimpled faces..."
"Kick? What? No..."
"I'm sure it won't hurt. I don't think so, anyways. Honestly, I wouldn't really know. I can ask a lady centaur to assist you with any questions you might..."
"How should she know how I'll feel? I'm not a horse."
"I like these terms of endearment we have, but could you maybe stick to just calling me that? I think I'll get jealous if you start calling everyone 'Horse.'"
"Fuck you!"
"If you really want to stop for a mid-morning dalliance..."
"No! Keep going! Where are we? Why aren't we home yet? I'm hungry. Dammit!"
A Note from Cerys
Well, there it all is! This book was originally published in a serialized form with each chapter being available for sale individually. I loved writing it and I hope you loved reading it. It's kind of a different take on monsters, princesses, and sexuality, with a coming of age twist, but I think that's what makes it interesting.
For the future, I plan to do more stories involving Princess Miri and Thump. The epilogue hints a bit at what I have planned, but there's more to it, too. I won't spoil it, but if you have any questions or want to guess, you can email me at [email protected] and I'll try to answer you as best I can.
Princess Miri was the first thing I wrote, so it kind of has a special place in my heart. I know that might be kind of silly, because it's rather erotic and explicit in a lot of places, but I don't know if that matters. I think there's a lot of parts of it that resonate really well with me, like wanting something, but being misunderstood, and trying to figure everything out. I mean, it's fantasy and all of that, but that doesn't mean parts of it can't be "real," too.
Personally, I think my favorite part of this novel is the silly and serious sides. There's a lot of important and serious themes, but it's not excessive, you know? It's fun and there's some goofy stuff happening, too(and some sexy stuff!), but everything's there. I guess that's what it is and that's why I enjoyed writing it so much; this novel really does have a little bit of everything.
Anyways! If you liked this story, I'd love if you rated and reviewed it. Not only does it help me out, but I enjoy reading comments from people and seeing what they think. I've received a lot of private comments about this story in particular(the most out of any of my stories, actually), but I'd love to read more, too. It helps me grow and expand as a writer and to write better in the future. There's always room for improvement, right?
Saying that...
Toodles!
Sample (Spice)
Please enjoy this sample from the fantasy erotic monster sex novelette, "Phantom Summoners: Intensely Eager Imp," by Cerys du Lys
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"Where's the imp?" she asked. "I've come to make a pact with him."
Lily decided this must be the imp's servant, which made sense. Archmage Cyprus had her, and her new imp had this thing, whatever it was. Obviously he had poor taste in servants, but it didn't matter so much if he was handsome.
"Phantom Summoner, huh?" the imp asked. "Haven't seen one of them in awhile. Didn't think you mages wanted to do summoning anymore."
"I'd really like to speak with the imp now," Lily said. "Please?"
"Lady, I'm the imp."
She stared at him, dumbfounded. "What?"
"I'm an imp. The name's Baltios. You can call me Bally if you want. Shouldn't you know this? How do you go trying to make a pact with an imp without even knowing what an imp is?"
"I'm..." She didn't want this imp! She wanted an attractive one. Ugh. "You're kind of ugly," she said, thinking out loud.
"Can we just make the pact now?" Bally asked. "I have a roast in the oven and I need to check on it. I don't have a lot of time for chitchat."
"I guess," she said.
Bally nodded. Lily waited. They both stood there doing nothing. The smell of roast beef wafted through the kitchen door, savory and delightful. Lily glanced past Bally and towards the kitchen, wondering if it was a regular-sized roast and how she could convince him to invite her for dinner.
"So," Bally said. "You're not a mage, are you?"
"What! No, of course I am," she said.
"What spells do you know?" he asked.
"Um." Dammit! This wasn't going like she wanted, not at all. "Well, I know the words to um... The impis arcessere thing."
"Look, lady," the imp said. "The way this goes is you come here to make a pact with me, we negotiate, and then it's a done deal. Like a bargain. You get it?"
Lily nodded. "Alright. What kind of bargain?"
"That's the thing. If you were a mage, you'd offer me some magic every now and then. A regular schedule, right? Imps can't hold magic on their own, so they need to get it from other places. A real mage would make a magic-infused biscuit or something and offer it to me. That's how that works."
"I can cook!" Lily said. "Do you like cookies? I'll bake you some. I've never baked a biscuit, but I can try?"
"You're sweet, really. I bet you're a real nice lady, alright? I'm not making a pact with you without trading some magic, though." Sighing, Bally asked, "What did you do before this? Before trying and failing to become a Phantom Summoner?"
"I didn't fail!" she said. "I... alright, so I don't know any magic yet, but I'm apprenticing with Archmage Cyprus, and he promised to teach me some eventually. It's been a year, but I think I'm close."
"Cyprus! That old coot's still alive? I'm impressed. He's not a bad teacher, but he's kind of a lecher. A pretty girl like you is definitely his type." For emphasis, Bally eyed her lingerie-clad form. "I'll give you one thing, you know what you're working with. With you dressed like that, I'd probably make a bargain with you at half my usual cost. You're some real good eye candy, lady. Most lady mages wouldn't be caught dead wearing that in public, let alone going to a summoning pact in those clothes."
Lily sighed. She tugged on her shirt, hoping to cover herself better. It looked almost like she wore a dress now? A very very short one, but
still. "I didn't mean to. It was an accident."
"Right. I understand. What's your name?"
"Lily."
"Alright, Lily. What did you do before apprenticing with Cyprus? Maybe we can figure something out. I'm not big on teaching people magic, but your mind's in the right place, so maybe we can come up with an arrangement. Figure out some way to make a pact and then go from there."
"Uh." In the quietest voice possible, she said, "I was a prostitute."
"What? Didn't hear a word you said."
"I was a prostitute!" She frowned and flopped onto the floor, sitting on the backs of her thighs. "I didn't want to be, though! I mean, I didn't mind it, really, but it wasn't what I wanted to do. I'd really like to learn magic and cast spells and have a big house."
"Those things are completely related," Bally said.
"I'd like a horse, too. Someday."
"Yeah, about that..."
"I'll just go back now," Lily said. "Sorry to waste your time. I kind of didn't expect an imp to look like you, either, so maybe we're both disappointed. I don't actually know how to get back to the library, though, so, um..."
"Hey, hey! You're leaving already?" He sauntered over to her. "Look, I said we could figure something out, and as a matter of fact I have. It's unorthodox, but it'll definitely work."
"What? I can't do magic. I was a prostitute. It's not really a magical profession. Kind of boring, actually."
"Yeah, well... I won't go into the details, and this is only something mages usually do when it's a life or death situation, but you can transfer magical energy through, uh... the deed of, you know... that."
Bally winked at her and stepped close. He reached up and twirled some of her hair around his fingers. With his other hand, he groped her breasts. She glanced at her chest; with his small hand, her breast barely halfway fit in his palm. And, while she appreciated the size of her own breasts, they weren't excessively large by any means.
"What do you say?" he asked. He twisted her nipple lightly between two fingers.
~*~
(You can find the rest of this story here: Phantom Summoners - Intensely Eager Imp)
Sample (Sweet)
Please enjoy this sample from the fantasy erotic romance novelette, "Spark of Hope," the first in The Monster Within series, by Cerys du Lys
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"It's happening soon," Thomas said. He was the little Miller boy, and on an errand from his parents to get his church pants stitched. "That's what they say, at least. Have you seen it before, Solace?"
"You shouldn't act too friendly with me," she said. "Remember what happened last time?"
Thomas winced. Once before, he'd helped Solace pick up some tatters of cloth she'd dropped on her way to the tailors and his parents had spanked him so hard for it that he couldn't sit for a week. "Yeah, well, you won't tell anyone, will you?"
She laughed, a quiet, gentle titter. "I won't, but if someone overhears..."
"I don't know why everyone hates you, anyways," Thomas said, growing bolder. "You ain't never done nothing wrong, right? Did you steal or do a crime or something? I think you're real nice, Solace, and you're always happy, so I don't get it."
"I'm not so useful," she said. "I mess up a lot of things. I try very hard, but trying isn't enough sometimes. I do manage to get by and that's good enough for me for now, though. Some day..."
"I'll marry you," Thomas said, all of a sudden. "Then if anyone says something mean, I'll punch 'em! Beat them up good so they never do it again."
Solace laughed. "Will you? I'm almost twice as old as you. I don't think it'll work out."
"I'm turning twelve in a month," Thomas said, matter-of-factly.
"I'll bake you a cake."
"No, actually, you won't." A man entered the church stables where she was doing her mending and sneered at her. "Take your pants and go, boy, before I tell your parents you were talking with this wretched whore."
"She's not a whore!" Thomas said.
The man, Levi, stared at Thomas for half a second before bringing his arm back and smacking the boy upside the head.
"No!" Solace said. "It's true, Thomas. I am. That's why Father William lets me stay here in the stables. I take care of the horses very well." She nodded fast when Levi started to grin. "Here are your pants," she said, handing them to Thomas. "You're free to go now. No charge, since I'm sure the mending isn't very good."
"But..." Thomas took the pants from her, holding them in one shaky fist.
"No, nothing. Out. I'm done. Go away now. Go." She shooed him towards the stable entrance, pushing him along the first step of the way. Gentle, yet firm, until he continued on his own, walking off, quiet and confused.
Once Thomas was out of sight, Levi leered at her. "I've heard that's why Father William keeps you around. I'd love to see it sometime. What do you say? A copper for a show? I'll give you two if it's good and you let the stallion mount you. Maybe I'll even fuck you myself after, so you know what a real man's cock is like for once."
"The horses are out for the day," Solace said. "Father William wouldn't allow it, either. I can't, Levi."
The man scrunched up his brow, looking furious. She knew he wanted to press the matter, to force her to fuck the beasts in front of him, except he wouldn't. A good thing, too, since she'd never done it and never planned to, but Father William wouldn't allow Levi to force her into it, either. In Glenwood, the word of the church was practically the law, so someone like Levi wouldn't go against a priest even if Father William was a senile old man.
"Fine," he said. "For now. Actually, maybe it's for the best, anyways. Here. This is for you."
He shoved a piece of rolled up parchment into her hands, grinning.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Read it," he said. "Or should I read it for you? I don't expect someone like you knows more than a few simple words. Unroll it and I'll do that. Be quick. I don't have all day."
She stood up and unrolled the parchment, eying it over. Of course she could read, but she didn't want Levi knowing that. The townspeople already called her enough mean names, and she didn't want "witch" added to the lot. If they had any excuse to tie rocks to her feet and drown her, they might take it.
He stepped behind her and pressed his body close to hers. She could feel the hardness and length of his manhood beneath his clothes, pushing against her firm rear. Leaning over her shoulder, breathing hard against her neck, he smacked one hand on her stomach while the other roamed across her breasts. As he read aloud from the parchment, he fondled and groped her.
She tried to ignore him, reading along too to see if he would lie to her, but he wouldn't stop touching her.
"The Glenwood high council," he said, squeezing her left breast, "must soon send an eligible woman into the Forest of Sacrifice as a bride for the Demon King. This is a tradition that has continued—" He emphasized the last word by twisting her hardened nipple. "—for centuries and is necessary in order to retain peace with the monstrous host."
When Levi paused, focusing more on molesting her chest than on reading the parchment, Solace cleared her throat. "What else?"
"Hold on, slut. It's not like you have anywhere to go, do you? Or are you excited for the horses to return?"
"No, but—"
"But what?" he asked, his voice harsh and demanding. Without warning, he shoved her to the ground. Not hard, but enough to startle her. Her knees scraped against the rough, straw covered dirt and she dropped the parchment. "You think you're too good for me, Solace? Is that it? You want to know what the rest of this parchment says, do you? Here's what it says. We're sending you as the damn bride for that sick demon fuck, and there's nothing you can do about it."
"I wasn't..." She backed away, offering him a reluctant smile. "It's alright, Levi. I just wanted to know."
"You know what it means to be his bride? It's not some special wonderful marriage filled with love and happiness, Solace. It's awful pain and hurt. Every hundred years this happens, and the c
ouncil knows it's awful, but they do it anyways. What's one useless woman's pain compared to peace for the whole town? Nothing, that's what. The Demon King's going to fuck you raw and fill your belly with some monster baby. Except it's not birth you go through, it's being eaten from the inside out. That demonspawn's going to gnaw at your insides once it grows. Slow at first, until it gets hungrier and hungrier, then it's going to pop out one day, eat right through your stomach, and devour the rest of you as its first meal. What do you think of that?"
Solace shivered. It sounded awful, but it was just a story, right? She didn't now much about the Demon King or the monstrous host, but she'd read a little about them in the church library books. Every so often an ogre or a troll wandered into Glenwood and wanted to purchase something from the market, too. All the townspeople quieted, trying to pretend they weren't scared, but it was so easy to see through their act. Solace might have been scared, too, but the monsters looked so fascinating. Once, except she probably imagined it, she even thought one smiled at her. A crooked, wicked smile, but not altogether unpleasant. A friendly gesture from a creature completely unused to friendliness. Or that's what she wanted to think.
"If I want to take you right here and now, by force or whatever, I could, you know?" Levi said, ignoring her shaking. "It's not like anyone cares, anyways. If I raped you, so what? They're sending you to the Demon King, so you're as good as dead already."
He loomed over her, pressing closer. His boots crunched against the brittle straw with every step he took, ominous and dark. He stared down at her, his expression a mix of taboo excitement and fierce anger.
"I think I'm gonna do it," he said. "I'll fuck you so hard you won't have room in your belly for any demonspawn. And you know what? He'll just try all the harder, over and over, and you'll scream. I'll listen for it, Solace. When the wind blows on a quiet night, I'll listen for your screams from their underground city and I'll smile."
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