Princess Miri: An Erotic Coming of Age Monster Romance Novel (Miri's Monster, The Complete Series) (16 page)

"Get
out of my room right now," she said, trying to remain calm.  "If you
don't, I will order you thrown in jail."

"Oh?"
Roy said.  He moved forward and put his hands on the foot of her bed,
smirking.  "I really don't think you'll do it."

"What? 
Are you serious?  You don't think I will?  Where have you been living?  Do you
know what I do?  I'm sure you must, Roy."

He
balked, but only for a second.  "Of course, Miri.  I know everything about
you."

She
laughed, though it sounded more like a manic cackle.  "Is that so?"

"I
know you've lied to everyone.  I know that your cute, little, innocent
troll—this is sarcasm, by the way—is your secret sex partner.  I know enough
that I can completely ruin you if I want."

Miri
froze.  Fleur!  She'd told him everything, hadn't she?  When Miri last saw the
Millicent girl, she'd said something to that effect.  Maybe she'd tell Roy? 
And now, here, she must have.  Roy glanced at her, openly ogled her, treating
her like some piece of meat on display at the butcher shop.

"So,"
Roy said, "this can go one of two ways.  The easy way is you do as I ask. 
I want to see what those prim and proper lips of yours can do.  I'll lay on the
bed, relax, and you get to work wrapping them around my turgid shaft,
and..."

"Did
you seriously just say turgid shaft?  Can't you say penis, Roy?  Cock?  Your dick?"

"Look,
whore."  Roy stomped forward, shoving his face near hers.  "If you
don't do what I say, I'm telling everyone that you fucked your troll.  What do
you think of that?"

Miri
looked at him.  She felt different, so much so.  There was something strange
about it, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.  Something... off?  But
not quite.

Out
of nowhere, it hit her.  She suddenly knew exactly what to do.

She
grabbed his shirt collar and pulled hard, practically strangling him.  Roy
staggered forward and braced himself on the edge of the mattress with one
hand.  Miri wanted none of that, though.  She squeezed his collar harder and
then shoved him on the bed.  He looked up at her, frightened, but when she
straddled him he grinned.

"I
see you understand the situation you're in," he said.

She
glared at him.  "I see you don't understand the situation you're in, Roy. 
Who the fuck do you think you are?  You think you can order me around,
blackmail me, coerce me into sucking your miniscule cock?  I'm the princess,
Miri, bitch!  You can't tell me what to do.  I do what I want."

Roy
cowered beneath her, mouth agape.  Yes, perfect!  This was exactly what she
wanted.

"The
thing you should worry about," she said, "is me blackmailing you. 
But you didn't think about that, did you?  You didn't think about me telling
everyone that you can't last longer than a minute, and afterwards you flopped
onto your bed like a dead trout.  Which, coincidentally, is similar to your
penis.  Meaning, droopy and with a horrible smell."

He
was about to protest, to try and pull back some modicum of control to his side
of the situation, but she stopped him before he started.  Miri grabbed the
crotch of his pants and squeezed hard.  His cock flailed beneath his clothes,
semi-hard and twitching.  She cackled with glee.

"You
repugnant, little man.  I'm here berating you and you have the gall to get
turned on by it?  This is so hilarious."

"I'm
not... I'm not turned on," he said.

"You're
not?  Fuck you.  Don't fucking lie to me."

To
prove her point, she scrambled with the fastenings of his pants and wrenched
them down.  Roy fidgeted and squirmed, meekly protesting, but he was no match
for Miri.  No one, she thought, was a match for this Miri; some deeply hidden,
recently unearthed version of herself.

"Look
at this little thing?" she said.  "Is that all of it?  It was too
dark before that I couldn't even tell how small it was."

She
held his half-hard cock between two fingers, treating it like a disgusting
bug.  "Does it get any bigger?" she asked.  "Doubtful.  And you
said you weren't turned on, didn't you?  Are you sure about that?"

Before
Roy could answer, she engulfed his cock in her palm, wrapping her fingers
around it.  Fast, quick, hard strokes, up and down, urging him to full
hardness.  Not much more than he was, but the difference was noticeable.  Truth
be told, he didn't seem inordinately small, more like average, but compared to
Thump he was an ant.

Roy
breathed heavily, cheeks red, while Miri pumped his cock.  His hips bucked
uncontrollably and she laughed at him.

"Are
you enjoying this, Roy?  Your tiny little cock doesn't get much action, does
it?  How do you even hold this thing in your hands?  It slips out all over the
place, doesn't it?  Admit it, you piece of shit.  You dirty fucking prick.  You
can't even hold your own cock to masturbate because it's so fucking
small."

He
tried to hide from her by closing his eyes and clenching his teeth.  Oh,
defiance?  No one would defy her.  Ever.  With her other hand, she grabbed his
balls and clenched them between her fingers.  Roy gasped and tried to shy away,
but she pulled on his testicles so that he needed to rise up or risk losing
them.

"Say
it!" she screamed.  "You can't please anyone with this tiny dick of
yours.  Say it!"

He
whimpered and muttered something.

Miri
pumped his cock in her hand harder now, faster.  His cockhead turned purple
with strain and excitement.  She squeezed his balls tighter, digging her
fingers into his soft, fleshy nuts.

"Say
it, you asshole!"

"Miri,"
he gasped.  "I'm going to cum, I'm..."

"You
better fucking say it right now!"

He
looked ready to burst.  His balls clenched tight to his body despite her
attempts at pulling them out, and his cock flexed and twitched in her hands. 
She stroked him faster, harder, leaving his cockflesh looking raw and red.  And
then finally he said it.

"My
dick is so small and I can't please anyone with it!"

Miri
stopped.  Roy strained and bucked, pleading with his hips for blissful release,
but she refused him.  Even still, his cock twitched in her hands and looked
ready to burst, stimulation or not.  This, she thought, was going to be so much
fun.  Prim and proper, accurate to a tee, she circled the base of his cock with
her index finger and thumb and touched her two fingertips together.

Squeezing
hard, she refused him his orgasm.  His cock strained against her in hopes of
bashing past her clasped fingers, but he never had a chance.  She felt it, as
if he were shooting streams of cum, but nothing more than a drop of clear
liquid escaped from the slit at the head of his cock.  He roared beneath her on
the bed, some lust-driven beast, but he didn't scare her.  She held his cock
until the twitching stopped and he started to grow soft, and then she released
him and stood up.

Immediately
he grabbed for his shaft and started stroking himself, trying to reclaim his
lost orgasm.  Miri expected this, but it didn't matter.  Walking towards the
bedroom door, she calmly opened it, peeked outside, and caught the attention of
the nearest guard.

"Excuse
me?" she said.

The
guard looked up and rushed to her immediately.  "Yes, Miri?  Is everything
alright?"

"Not
quite," she said.  "You see, if you'll look right—"  She
pointed to the bed; the guard looked over her shoulder.  "There's a
pervert in my bedroom, and I'd like him thrown in jail."

The
guard gasped when he saw Roy jerking himself off in the princess's quarters. 
Immediately he rushed inside, apologizing all the while.  "I'm so sorry,
Miri," he said.  "This is awful.  My gods, man, snap out of it!"

"Shut
up!" Roy yelled.  He'd managed to bring some amount of erection back to
his cock and was tugging on it like there was no tomorrow.

"Is
he alright?  Is he dangerous?" the guard asked, standing at Roy's side,
hesitant to do anything.

"He
might be possessed by a demon," Miri said.  "I'm sure you can
overpower him, though.  I have faith in you."

The
guard nodded.  Steadfast and reassured, he grabbed Roy's hands and pulled them
up and over his head.  Roy screamed and kicked and flailed, pulled away from orgasm
once again.  His balls, Miri noted, were a delightfully plump purple color. 
She laughed at him.

The
guard kept apologizing as he dragged Roy out of the bedroom.  "I'm so
sorry.  I'm so, so sorry.  I hear there's demon possessions happening all over
the place now.  Troubled times, really.  Very troubling."

Miri
shrugged.  "It happens to weak people," she said.  "I think the
best course of action is to find a chastity belt and strap it on him just in
case."

"Do
you think so?" the guard asked between Roy's wailing moans.

"Oh,
yes.  I know a thing or two about problems like this, and that's definitely the
solution."

"Of
course!  I'll get right on it, Miri."

"And,"
she said, "please don't put him in my dungeons.  Lock him in a closet or
something.  I recently cleaned everything out of the dungeons and made it look
nice down there, and I don't want to dirty it up with filth like him."

The
guard nodded, agreeing, and then pulled Roy out of the bedroom.  Pants around
his ankles, screaming, arms held high by the armored man, Roy cried out in
agony.  His screams echoed through the castle hallways and sounded wonderfully
delightful to Miri's ears.  That, she thought, would teach him to fuck around
with her.  What an ignorant little boy.

Miri
felt better after dealing with Roy.  Somewhat better, though not entirely. 
Dammit, where was Allysin?  She needed to talk with her so badly, but the girl
was nowhere.  She'd even, against her better judgement, discretely asked
someone about Allysin's whereabouts, but to no avail.

"I
don't really know," Lori, the servant girl, said.

"Well,
alright," Miri said.  "It's not that I'm looking for her, or
anything, but..."

"If
I see her, I'll tell her you're worried about her and to go find you
immediately."

"I'm
not worried!" Miri said.  "I'm not, I... don't you have something to
do?  Shouldn't you be cleaning?"

"I
am cleaning.  I've been cleaning this entire time you've been talking to
me."  Lori looked up from scrubbing the floors, favoring Miri with a
confused, cockeyed glance.  "Are you attending Allysin's birthday, by the
way?  Everyone would love if you..."

"I'm
not going to some silly girl's birthday," Miri said, hoping she sounded
rude and mean.

"Oh,"
Lori said.  "I suppose you have a lot of things to do.  Being the princess
must be difficult.  Do you want us to save you some cake?"

"I
don't like cake!"

Miri
stomped down the halls, leaving it at that.  Unfortunately Lori had more to
say.

"It's
cheesecake, though!" the servant girl screamed after her.  "With
strawberries!"

"Fine! 
Save me a small piece but I'm not going to like it!"

Miri
loved strawberry cheesecake.  Why did they have to do this to her?  She wanted
to be firm and respected and they tempted her with strawberry cheesecake.  This
was unacceptable.  She'd have a word with someone about it and tell them that,
no, strawberry cheesecake at birthdays wasn't allowed.  Unless, of course, it
was for Miri's birthday.  Extenuating circumstances and all that.

Lori
laughed as Miri trounced away.  It sounded kind of nice, actually.  A silly,
fun laugh.  Miri hated that she liked it.  People shouldn't have fun around
her.  They shouldn't like her.  Respect!  Argh!

Anyways,
she had more important matters to deal with at the moment, so she'd punish Lori
later.  Somehow.  Like, by making her scrub the floors.  Again.  On her hands
and knees and... gods, she was so bad at this.  The girl already scrubbed the
floors!  Did it on a daily basis, even!  Or at least every other day.  What
kind of punishment was that, if she made her do it again?

Fucking
hell, her entire world was crumbling around her.  She saw pieces of it, little
fragments, dropping away, rattling loose and crashing to the floor.  Everything
she'd worked so hard for, all of it for naught.

Miri
gritted her teeth and reassured herself.  She still had time to rectify
everything, but she needed to find Fleur first and figure something out.  Then
throw the Millicent girl in jail because she hated her.  Not the dungeons, but
some other closet.

To
Miri's great displeasure, Fleur was attending a session in the King's petition
hall.  Her father sat on his throne at the rear of the hall, discussing matters
with a few of his advisors.  He waved to Miri and smiled brightly when she
entered, but then made a gesture that he needed to act serious and kingly for a
moment.  Embarrassed, Miri waved quickly and then hurried away, hiding her
face.  He shouldn't act so friendly with her!  Mind, he was her father, but
still!

A
King should be a King and the princess should be the princess, and while
obviously they were blood related, people shouldn't see the niceties behind the
scenes.  That's how Miri thought about it, anyways.  Public and private life
were two entirely separate things.

Miri
shoved through benches filled with people until she reached the Millicent
family's private box.  Not much of a thing, really, with benches in a small
blockaded area, but each major family in the kingdom had their own boxed
seating at the King's petition hall.  They could attend, watch the proceedings,
and talk amongst themselves while separated from the general masses.  Though
mostly the general masses were the ones petitioning the King, and queued up
outside the hall awaiting entrance, but sometimes they sat and watched, too.