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

P
rincess 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.

T
o 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.

T
he 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 death 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
her 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.