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

  Princess Miri: An Erotic Coming of Age Monster Romance Novel

  by Cerys du Lys

  Published by Cerys du Lys, 2013.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  PRINCESS MIRI: AN EROTIC COMING OF AGE MONSTER ROMANCE NOVEL

  First edition. April 11, 2013.

  Copyright © 2013 Cerys du Lys.

  Written by Cerys du Lys.

  Table of Contents

  Description

  Acknowledgements

  Princess Miri

  Princess Miri's Wet Sticky Mess

  Princess Miri's Naughty Notion

  Allysin's Sexy Side Story

  Princess Miri's Indecent Desires

  Princess Miri's Deviant Display

  Princess Miri's Reluctant Confession

  Fleur's Erotic Epilogue

  A Note from Cerys

  Sample (Spice)

  Sample (Sweet)

  Other Writing by Cerys du Lys

  About the Author

  Afterwords

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  To Jessie:

  Without you, I don't think I could have done any of this.

  All characters in this story are 18+ years of age.

  The author of this novel published an earlier, serialized version of this story online.

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  Description

  Princess Miri is a bitch and the heir to the throne and she might have accidentally fallen in love with a monster.

  It's common knowledge that everyone hates Miri, which is why it surprises her when her rival gives her a pet troll servant for her eighteenth birthday. Thump, as Miri names the monster, will do everything she asks. Or that's what she thinks.

  When her demands lead to experimentation and sexual teasing, Miri realizes this isn't quite the case. One disobeyed order ends with a bang, literally, and her and Thump in an unclothed, carnal mess atop her now-broken bed.

  A troll coupling with a human? Disgusting!

  She should be furious! Irate! And maybe she is, but she's curious, too...

  She never thought she could open up to anyone before, always believed she needed to act harsh and stern in order to ascend to the throne. Unfortunately for Miri, while she discreetly explores her taboo sexuality with Thump, someone's plotting to exploit her shameful secret and ruin the Princess's reputation...

  Alluring, erotic, and playful. This provocative story of a Princess and her troll will delight you, entice you, and keep you excited long after you're done.

  This book is intended for mature audiences.

  Acknowledgements

  To everyone reading this, thank you. I spent a lot of time on the Princess Miri story as a whole and it's got a special place in my heart. I hope you'll come to think of it in the same way. There's sex, yes, but there's a story, too. There are fantasy monsters, princesses, blackmail, mystery, suspense, fun, and fear, but at the heart of this coming of age novel I think there's a story everyone can relate to.

  Princess Miri

  The princess was, by all accounts, a bitch. The king would never admit it of his daughter, actively punished those who said it openly, but everyone knew it. Princess Miri knew what people said about her, but she shrugged it off as jealousy.

  Though who wouldn't be jealous of her? She had the most splendid blond hair that ended in little curls falling halfway down her back. Her father bought her the best cosmetics in the kingdom and her handmaidens toiled to bring her appearance to perfection(though it wasn't that far away to begin with). And if she didn't look particularly brilliant one day? Well, someone was about to lose their job. Whether it be the girl who smudged her lipstick(then fixed, but it was smudged in the first place), the boy who'd interrupted her two minutes before she planned to wake to tell her breakfast would be late, or the gardener outside her window who pruned the bushes just a tad too loud, she would have them fired.

  And so no one really liked her, which she found perfectly fine. Why should she stoop to their levels just to gain some positive personal regard? She wouldn't, she shouldn't, and she didn't.

  Because of this, it came as quite a surprise when, for her eighteenth birthday(albeit months late, which she wrote a harsh reply note about), she received a present. It came with a pretty bow on top and a leash around its neck.

  Her father wanted her to get rid of it, said it wasn't appealing. She would be the judge of that, though.

  "And anyways, daddy," she said. "If someone complains, just be rid of them."

  From that day forth, the King made it known that anyone who found Miri's new pet troll anything but delightful company would pay the consequences.

  Miri loved her troll. She brought it everywhere with her. The leash was mostly unnecessary, but sometimes she put a pink satin collar around his neck and had someone tie a bit of lace to it so she could tout him around like a common dog. He was a little too tall to go some places, standing nearly twice her height at a good ten feet, but she could bring him most everywhere outdoors, into her new room(she asked her father to evict the chamberlain, since his room was larger, so she could keep her pet with her at all times), and the dining hall and main reception area.

  Her pet troll did everything she asked, too. A letter came along with him by courier stating such. In fancy script, the tramp daughter of the Lord and Lady Millicent put in a list of what he could do. Which was to say he would do anything she asked, but he couldn't speak more than in grunts and grumbles. Now, Miri wondered why Fleur would give her a gift after she'd just stolen her boyfriend, but at the bottom of the note in postscript the little Millicent girl said it was her way of apology. Yes, of course that made sense; even if Fleur was dating Roy first, she should have known Miri would want him once she turned eighteen.

  Anyways, Roy lavished her with praise and her father bestowed gifts upon him for it, which was how it should be. Fleur didn't really deserve a boy to worship any part of her, let alone date her, so Miri could totally understand why the other girl would realize this and apologize.

  It just made sense.

  That's how it went. She named her pet troll Thump, because his feet pounded against the heavy stones of the castle floor when she walked him around. At first she took joy in just marching through the castle with Thump in tow, relishing the looks of shock turned to quick smiles whenever she glanced someone's way. They didn't like Thump, she could tell, but that was most of the fun of it. Her father made them like Thump.

  That wore off, though. No one even cared when Thump wandered the castle anymore. She tried sending him off alone with strict instructions, following in secret behind him to see the reactions, but everyone acted nice enough to him once they got used to him.

  Yawn. Boring. How dull. Really now? He just broke that girl's vase and splattered muddy water all over the floor! Someone should get upset, but no one did.

  So she took to harassing Thump himself. This didn't work so well. Thump showed little reaction, merely watched her and waited for her to say something. She punished him for trivial matters, finding a strapping young man to hit Thump across the back with a leather belt. The man doing the hitting winced more than Thump, sure that imminent de
ath would come at any moment.

  Death never came. Thump never winced. He waited for Miri's orders, and that was it.

  She needed something else to do to get a rise out of him, and she found it one day. The old chamberlain's room had a bathing room attached directly to it, with a deep claw foot bathtub in the center. She liked to take baths sometimes, so she would fill up the tub with water from a neat faucet contraption then dump loads of bubble soap into it. One time while doing this she forgot a towel, though. Annoying, that.

  "Thump!" she screamed through the closed doorway. "Get me a towel out of the closet! Hurry up and bring it here."

  Thump, true to his training, lumbered through her room, feet pounding, then burst into the bathroom with a towel in his hand. It wasn't the towel she wanted—Thump had issues with detailed descriptions of items, so she didn't even clarify—but it would do well enough.

  Miri stretched up out of the water, exposing her slippery wet body, and took the towel from her pet. Almost immediately she realized her new way of tormenting him. Only allowed to wear a loose loincloth(she thought it would make the servants more antsy), she saw a noticeable bulge in the front of it. It lifted, lifted, then rose high up. Miri tilted her head to the side, staring at his erection. She couldn't see any of it from the front, but if she peeked to the sides she could see parts of his veiny, throbbing cock.

  This never tired her. Now, always, she ordered Thump to stand guard in the bathing room while she washed up. He fidgeted a little and squirmed, but stood there like a good pet. Sometimes she would put on a particularly good show of scrubbing up, lavishing her body with soap bubbles and scooping them off in a sensual gesture.

  Thump just stood there, erect and aroused, waiting for her next command.

  Baths only took her so far. In secret, she ordered a cream that she'd used on herself to remove unseemly hair from her body. Nude after a bath, she ordered Thump to stay put while she rubbed it over his thick patch of pubic hair. In ten minutes time, using a damp towel to wipe it off, she rid her pet of his frazzled pubes.

  This worked wonderfully, since the next time she ordered him into the bathing room, she used his blood-engorged dick as a towel holder. He stood there, keeping her towel off the ground. When she got out of the bath, she went to grab it, intentionally missed(making Thump fidget, much to her delight, at the "accidental" cock tease), and then hurried to snatch up the towel and dry herself off.

  That lasted for awhile, but now she needed something new.

  She took another bath, everything going the same as usual. Thump stood there, towel on his cock, and when she got out of the bath she did much the same as before. This time, making no accident of it, she stroked his cock with a wicked grin. Thump grunted, but stood in place.

  Good, she thought. He really was well trained.

  She ordered him to stand guard by her bed, where she placed the towel upon it and lay there naked. Towel beneath her, she draped her hair on the back of her pillow and lounged. She had her father install a mirror right above her bed so she could look at her wondrous self whenever she wanted, no matter what, and she checked it now.

  Holy gods, was she beautiful. Who wouldn't want her? Everyone, really. Even Roy tried, but she denied him. That was a lot of fun, seeing him stumble for more and more excuses to get in her pants. And if he left her? Well, she'd accuse him of some infidelity and have him jailed.

  Now, not being with Roy wasn't saying she hadn't enjoyed the pleasures of sex. Oh yes, she had. She made handmaidens order specialty toys from around the kingdom and then give them to her. They blushed when she made them carry them around the castle, telling anyone who asked that they were the handmaidens and not Princess Miri's. That was a lot of fun.

  She did like her toys, but when she got really hot and bothered she didn't even worry about them. Her hand would suffice, along with the slickness between her legs. And with a devious plan forming in her head and her skin soft to the touch from just coming out of the bath, she had quite a bit of slickness ready and waiting.

  Thump stood there and watched her. She rubbed her hands over her body, preparing herself. Then, in one smooth motion, she stuck one hand between her legs and sought out her moist lips. Her labia parted easily, eliciting a moan from the princess. She moved two fingers back and forth over the source of her wetness before plunging one in to test the friction. Wriggling on the bed, a grin plastered on her face, she peeked one eye open to look at Thump.

  His cock had hardened so much that it popped the loincloth up and off to the side. His massive length was exposed, framed by his loincloth, and twitching over and over. Miri laughed at the sight of it, thoroughly amused.

  "Take that dirty loincloth off," she ordered him. "But do not touch yourself!" She used this command a lot, remembering the one time when he tried to jerk off without her knowing while she slept. Oh no, she would have none of that.

  Thump untied the loincloth and dropped it unceremoniously to the floor. Miri let out a slight gasp at the full size of him. She knew it was big—it would have to be, given his height being twice her own—but she'd never seen the entirety of it. Close to a foot, she would guess, around the size and thickness of her forearm.

  Curbing her curiosity, she went back to masturbating. Seeking the pearl at the top of her lips, she played with it. Gently at first, but her arousal was high. Deciding to forego usual customs and just get the first orgasm over with(because, oh, she had no doubt there would be a few more to follow), she furiously teased her clit while watching Thump's cock twitch up and down, him helpless to do anything about it.

  Her climax streaked through her like a constant burning fire. She ground her fingers against her pussy, forcing more and more pleasure to course through her. Usually this was too much, usually she liked it slower, but she had no time for slowness today.

  Sweat-drenched and in a puddle of her juices on the towel on her bed, she lay flat for a few seconds after her long climax. That wasn't enough, though; ah, she needed more.

  A thought occurred to her. Thump should follow every direction she gave him, right? She knew the specifics of how to word things so he would do what she wanted. Not too much detail and everything would go well. His cock looked ready to burst, precum dribbling out of it and coating his length, but she really wanted to tease him further. That dumb brute of a troll would never get anything close to resembling sex, and it gave her a heady, giddy feeling just thinking about it.

  "Thump, come here," she said.

  The troll waddled to her side, his cock waving back and forth with every step.

  "Now, listen very well." When she said this, he paid extra special attention. "Get on the bed. Kneel right here." She patted the spot between her spread legs. "And face me. That is all. No touching yourself. No touching me."

  He did as he was told. His massive weight caused her bed to creak and strain, but once he settled in it seemed alright.

  She flashed him a wicked grin and put her hands between her legs again, teasing herself. "A little closer, a bit at a time. I'll tell you when to stop."

  He inched forwards slowly until his ever-twitching cock slapped against the top of her pubic mound whenever it went from up to down.

  "Now, Thump, whatever you do," she said this very slowly and carefully. "Do. Not. Move. Nothing."

  Miri reached out with girlish glee and put two fingers around his cock. Thump looked down at her, eyes wide, erection still twitching. With delicate care, she prodded his penis down, down further, until the head was just barely touching her lower lips. With a slow scoot, she moved downwards until he was a quarter inch or so inside of her, enough to keep his twitching cock from escaping upwards.

  "Now don't move, Thump. Remember that."

  She moved her fingers to her clit, finding the whole scene highly amusing, her seeking pleasure while her pet troll was forced to sit there at his bursting point, unable to do a thing about it.

  She stroked her clit fast, closing her eyes.

  Thump ignored he
r command and buried himself inside her.

  Her eyes shot open in surprise. Not only because he didn't listen to her orders, but because he was fucking huge. She'd taken large toys before, finding a certain type of satisfaction in completely filling herself, but Thump was a bit larger than that.

  And he wasn't about to stop.

  Before she could say or do anything, he'd pulled back and thrust into her five more times. His speed never relented, stuck on a fast, insistent pace. The head of his cock pounded against her cervix, eliciting pained squeals from the princess Miri.

  Thoughts and orders rushed through her head. "Stop! Thump, stop! No. Bad! Stop it!"

  She couldn't scream or say anything too loudly, though. What if someone heard? If the princess screamed, people came to check on her, and if they checked on her now they'd find something she definitely didn't want them to see.

  "Fine, just, ugh—go, do that." This wasn't quite what she had in mind when she'd started, but she was so worked up and it was feeling better by the moment...

  So she lay there as quiet as she could while her pet troll fucked her, shoving his cock as far into her as he could(which was only about three-quarters of his length) and then pulling out fast just to repeat this over and over. Once the initial shock of it passed and she remembered to breathe, it worked out.

  The bed beneath them creaked more and more. She tried to hit him, to get him to slow down or something, but he refused. After half a minute or so of furious pounding, the bed beneath them heaved onto the floor in a loud crash.

  Holy fucking gods, she thought, someone is going to hear that and come in. The monster atop her didn't care, he just kept thrusting into her. No one came in.

  Somewhere along the way, her mindset changed from panic and anxiety to acceptance. Now, she wasn't about to fully accept being mindlessly ravaged by her pet troll, because it was a little odd, but he was doing a good job of it so far. Her own juices from her previous orgasm and his sloshing precum assisted in furthering his goal, too. Sloppy and squelching, her pussy groaned against his girth but soon learned to take it.