The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “My sister Genevieve knows magic,” you say, feeling proud of your sister and ashamed of your own inability. “Well, she’s learning it. I never could do anything like that. Don’t you have some sort of trick you can teach me?”

  “She chooses a farm boy again to be the hero with a thousand lives and this is what she gets,” mutters Theora loudly enough for you to hear. She says to you, “Very well, I suppose I could show you the most basic of abilities. You are so inexperienced that is unlikely you will learn it in a single night.”

  “I’ll do my best,” you say, trying to remain positive in the face of Theora’s contempt.

  She gives you a tight lipped smile and tosses her staff into the air. It disappears in a flash of holy light. She straightens her gown and holds her hand out palm up. She slowly raises her fingers to form a loose cup with her hand.

  “Watch closely, farm boy,” she says.

  You stare intently at her fingers and cupped hand waiting for something to happen. You are about to ask her what you are looking for when there is a sudden, painfully bright flare of white light. For a moment, you see everything in the barn in sharp relief and then you are throwing your hands up to shield your eyes from the painful light. Even after you can tell that brightness has faded you are nearly blinded by the glowing afterimage in both retinas.

  “What did you do?” You cry, rubbing at your eyes with both hands.

  “It’s called Startle Eye,” says Theora. “It will take several minutes for the effects to fade, which will allow you to make a follow-up attack. Something like this…”

  You feel fingers suddenly slip beneath your belt and into your trousers. Hands roughly yank your pants down from your waist and down your thighs. Cool air tickles over your cock and bare buttocks.

  “What are you doing!?” You shout, reaching out blindly and feeling Theora’s shoulders and her silky, golden hair.

  “My follow-up attack,” she chuckles and her soft hands take hold of your flaccid cock. You begin to stiffen almost immediately.

  “Your follow uoooohhhh—“

  Your ability to speak is sharply curtailed by the incredible sensation of Theora sucking your hardening cock into the warmth and wetness of her mouth. She hums around you as her suction draws your cock out and coaxes you to full hardness in only a couple seconds. Her tongue swirls against the head of your cock and she begins to slide her lips from the tip down to the root of your manhood. The soft clutch of her throat tickles against the tip of your cock for a moment before she pulls back to your tip, slurping around you.

  “You’re… you… oh gods…”

  You cannot even describe what she is doing aloud. You wish you could see it, but your vision is still dazzled by her Startle Eye ability. You lightly rest your hands on Theora’s shoulders and lose yourself in the incredible sensation of her mouth bobbing on your straining cock. The caress of her lips and tongue, the hot spill of her saliva down to your balls, and the vibrations of her voice against your cock are enough to nearly draw out your cum. You manage to hold back for the moment, but you feel the pressure swiftly building.

  “Mmmmmm.” Theora pops her wet lips from your cock. Her hand continues to work your spit-covered shaft as she says, “You will never be able to win this fight, Lucas. Go ahead. Cum in my mouth. Feed the victorious monster girl your essence.”

  “Monster girl? What do you… ohhhhhHHH!”

  She once more cuts off your words with the sweet, warm suction of her mouth. She cradles you with her tongue and lewdly slurps her mouth up and down your straining cock. Your hardness verges on the brink of exploding between her luscious lips. You try to blink away the after images, but the most you can see is the rough outline of her head bobbing on your cock.

  “Mmmhmmmm,” she murmurs around your hardness.

  You thrust between her soft lips, pushing to the back of your throat and sliding back out again. She grips the base of your cock so you cannot gag her, but otherwise allows you to desperately fuck the warmth of her mouth. It is exquisite, better even than the quims of the only two women you have been with. Her tongue flicks beneath your cockhead with every stroke. Your balls throb.

  “Ahhhhh! I’m cumming!” You cry, arching and thrusting into her mouth. She beckons your release with her vibrating murmur and your cock explodes into her sucking mouth. Your warm seed pours across her tongue and she gulps it down as quickly as you can spurt it from your cock. Your thrusts slow and Theora takes over, bobbing gently, slurping, and stroking as she finishes you completely. She finally lets your twitching cock slide out of her mouth.

  Your vision has nearly returned as the beautiful angel rises to her feet and pulls you into an intense and very salty kiss. She toys with your cock, sharing your musky flavor on her tongue as you go soft between her fingers. She releases your limp manhood and takes a step back.

  “Such an innocent boy,” she says, looking you in the eyes as you squint at the fading flash images. “If I really were a monster girl you would be my slave now. Clean up and pull up your pants. Meet me outside and I will show you how to use the Startle Eye ability.”

  She walks away as the last of the afterimages finally disappear from your vision. You draw a bucket of cold water from the well pump and bathe your cock and balls. You can hardly believe what just happened. Your only regret is that you could barely see the beautiful angel sucking your cock. You button up your trousers and head out of the barn to meet her.

  She is standing in the moonlight, leaning against the pasture fence and snapping her fingers to conjure miniature bursts of the Startle Eye spell. Though these flashes are much smaller than the one that blinded you in the barn, they are still bright enough that you squint as you avert your gaze.

  “I’m ready,” you say.

  “No, you’re really not, but I will teach you.” She takes your hand and positions it as she held her hand. “You are blessed by Veleda and her power joins yours. You have the power to summon the Startle Eye flash, but you lack the force of will to command the power.”

  “How do I do that?” You ask, breathing in her sweet smell and feeling the softness of her breasts as she leans against you.

  “Visualize that flash,” she says. “Imagine it appearing in your hand. Picture it in minute detail and will it into being. There is no easy way for me to explain this to you, Lucas. You must feel and learn to use your power to—“

  A bright flash appears in the cupped palm of your hand. It is only a fraction of the brightness of the one that Theora had summoned in the barn. The flash fades much more quickly, leaving you blinking in the darkness once again.

  “A fair try,” she says. “It might startle a moth. You have a lot of work to do to master the ability.”

  “I’ll get better,” you say.

  “You have a thousand lives to learn it, fortunately,” she says, giving you a condescending pat on your head. “Practice it a bit. Then you should begin your quest.”

  She steps back and you hold your arm out, practicing using the Startle Eye ability. It is a mentally exhausting effort to summon the flashes of light. You never achieve anything like the one Theora had conjured in the barn and as you begin to experience diminishing results you give up.

  Theora is waiting for you, leaning against the fence once more.

  “Well, are you ready to begin your quest?” She asks.

  You look down at your hand, trying to imagine summoning the Startle Eye again. You’re not so sure you could do it. You glance at the sword in your other hand. The faint glow of it is not very reassuring.

  “You don’t want more training do you?” Theora looks at you with a hint of annoyance. “We can’t spend all night doing this. There are real humans in peril out there.”

  When you still do not respond to her, she walks over and prods your chest with a finger tip. “Well, out with it, hero! What do you want?”

  What do you do?

  Get more training from Theora

  Ask Theora to explain the Crystal Sanctumr />
  Begin your quest

  Wait

  You can sense the unholy power emanating from Morelle. You try to keep your gaze averted from her glistening quim and focus on her glowing, violet-tinged eyes. She advances towards you, forcing you to backpedal out of the bedroom and down the narrow hall of the farmhouse. This is not a good place for a swordfight. You barely have room to swing your blade. You need to lure her back to the kitchen and wait for the right moment to strike.

  “Where are you going, Lucas?” Morelle teases, running her delicate hands from her wide hips up to breasts she did not have when you last saw her a few days ago. She squeezes her mounds through her crimson lingerie, her pale bust nearly burst through her lacy bodice. “Don’t you want to touch me? To feel the ecstasy of this body?”

  “Never,” you say, nearly stumbling over your own feet.

  Morelle giggles at your misstep, advancing so close you can smell the intoxicating perfume and the musk of sex that clings to her demonically enhanced teenage body. Each step she takes only reveals her exquisite body, barely concealed by her lingerie. The playful smile on her lips makes your stiff cock twitch.

  You stumble past the bedroom containing Ernie. He moans at the sight of Morelle sauntering down the hallway. Your gaze is drawn back to her glistening pink pussy, hairless and seemingly hungry for your cock. You imagine sinking your hardness into Morelle’s warm, wet cunt. Could you even last a single stroke? Your gaze flicks back to her eyes and you realize that you are caught staring at her pussy. She is looking right at you, her violet eyes seeming to flicker with her power.

  “Don’t be afraid, Lucas,” she purrs, stepping close enough to reach out and touch. “You can have me. All you have to do is ask.”

  “Never,” you hiss through your clenched jaw. But you have made a mistake. You have stopped retreating down the hallway and Morelle easily catches up to you.

  She does not slam into you or whip you with her tail. She simply curls one hand against your cheek and leans her lips close to yours. You shutter with lust and tighten your grip on the handle of your sword.

  “Aw, what’s the matter, Lucas?” Morelle searches your eyes as she cradles your cheek with her hand. Her lips are so close to yours they brush against you as she says, “Come on, handsome, give me a kiss.”

  Your cock throbs against the inner seam of your trousers. You look from her unnatural violet eyes to her full, sensual lips, pink and faintly glistening.

  How do you reply to Morelle?

  Give her a kiss

  Give her a kick

  Victory over the succubus

  The radiant light of Veleda seems to shine upon your body and warm your face as you walk from the Woodley farm back to your house. Ernie and Dale Woodley are still alive because of your deeds. At some point you will have to break some version of the bad news about Morelle to the Cardin family. Not tonight. You bask in the glow of your victory, balancing the mighty Sword of Veleda across your shoulders as you approach your farmhouse.

  You discover Theora lounging in your bed with a jar of redberry preserves from the cellar, a box of winter crackers, and a venison sausage you had hoped would see you through to spring.

  “Oh, you’re back?” She sits up and brushes crumbs from her gown. “You actually beat her? Well, that’s a pleasant surprise. How many lives did you waste? No, don’t tell me, it would only make me think less of you.”

  Theora bounces out of your bed, her plump breasts jiggling beneath her sheer gown as she dances merrily over to you and embraces you. She kisses you on the cheek. She smells like holy incense and redberry preserves.

  “Thanks for eating half my winter provisions,” you say.

  “I was bored,” she says. “Your earthly food is terrible, by the way. You should really make something better.”

  “If I didn’t have pests eating all my supplies, maybe I could cook up something delicious.”

  “Oh, why bother?” She says, walking towards the door. “I can get all the food I need in the Crystal Sanctum. I’ll get to meet your first conquest as well.”

  “Wait, you’re leaving me?”

  “Yes, Lucas,” she says in a tone that suggests she thinks you are a fool for not assuming as much. “I am only here to help you on your way and guide you on your quest. When I know more, I will call upon you to serve Veleda.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “I have other matters to attend to, but you can find me tomorrow in your Crystal Sanctum.” She opens the door to leave your modest house. She seems to reconsider and turns back to add, “I advise against fraternizing with any of the monsters, but if you need to work on your training, I will be available to help you.”

  She smiles and departs, slamming the door behind her. You throw the door open, but there is no sign of Theora. Not even in the sky.

  “How does she do that?” You wonder aloud.

  Exhausted from all your training and your intense battle with the succubus, you lean the sword down against the wall, push the sausage and crackers off your blanket, and curl up on the bed that once belonged to your mother and father.

  You are asleep the moment your head touches the pillow. Your dreams are vivid and lewd, but the carnal scenes of you with Morelle and you and Theora are cast in tawny light. You feel the holy warmth of Veleda bathing these visions and you know that no sin is being committed by your fantasies. You awake at dawn, well-rested, but more than a little sore.

  You rise from your bed and tend to the many morning chores of the farm. The routine is so familiar that you manage to go almost to mid-morning before you remember what happened yesterday. You finish slopping out the stalls, hang up the pitchfork, and head back into your house to confirm that you were not just imagining being chosen by a goddess as a monster-girl-fighting hero with a thousand lives.

  The sword is there, leaning against your bed. You pick it up, the sword begins to glow, and you instantly feel the power of Veleda seeping into your body. The pink crystal in the sword’s pommel flashes, reminding you of the wondrous palace that awaits you if you choose to enter.

  Perhaps a quick visit wouldn’t hurt…

  What do you do?

  Visit the Crystal Sanctum

  The farm life is enough to keep you busy

  It’s time to return to the real world

  “It is time for me to go back to my farm,” you say to the smiling golem.

  “I hope you have enjoyed your visit with us,” she says. “If you desire sustenance, comfort, pleasure, or would like to visit any of the guests in the sanctum, please return.”

  “Um, how do I leave here again?” You ask, ashamed of your ignorance.

  “Hold the control crystal above your head,” says Hina, posing as if she is holding the crystal. She cheerily continues, “Now declare, ‘Sanctum Exitus!’ And you will be transported back to your realm of existence.”

  You hold the pink crystal above your head and give Hina a questioning look. She blinks her glassy blue eyes and nods approvingly.

  “Sanctum Exitus!” You shout and there is an immediate flash of white light. The faintly perfumed air and pleasant warmth are replaced with the stuffiness of your farmhouse. The bright white stones and the lovely golem with her sweet demeanor fade into your memory. You look around at your dreary house and let out a sigh.

  Your visit to the Crystal Sanctum might as well have been a dream. No, not quite. You return to the hard labors of life on the farm, but you know that you can escape it at any moment and enjoy a hot meal or companionship. Absolute comfort will never be far away.

  Whether you are sleeping in your narrow cot in the farmhouse or in the plush bed with a lovely golem curled beside you, the dreams of Veleda come to you. The golden goddess calls out urgently, “Lucas, you will be needed soon. There are more monster girls loose in Lorraine.”

  One adventure is over, but another cannot be far away.

  THE END

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  Although succubus smiling at you as she approaches is beautiful and sinister, you still recognize Morelle Cardin, the farm girl you have had a crush on for a couple years. Her red hair has turned a strange violet color to match her glowing violet eyes, her breasts have grown larger and her hips and ass have widened dramatically compared to her waiflike waist. Yet there she is in the nose and freckles and deep within those violet eyes; she is still your neighbor.

  And you cannot strike her down with your sword.

  “Stay back!” You warn her, holding your guard up. She continues towards you as you slowly backpedal down the hall. You hold your sword with one hand and stuff your other down into your pocket. Maybe there is something in there you can use against her. Theora mentioned using an item.

  You feel butcher paper, lint, and a length of baling twine. You pull that out of your pocket. Four or five feet of balled, rough twine from your barn is the best item you can come up with in the heat of the moment.

  “Huh?” Morelle stops walking towards you and looks at the twine you are holding in your hand. “What’s that for, Lucas? Ooh, maybe you are even naughtier than I thought! Thinking about tying me up and giving me your cock?”

  “N-no,” you say, confused by her seeming glee at your chosen item. “I mean, I should tie you up, yes, but for your own good, and I’ll take you to the temple in St. Ingbert and—“

  Morelle lunges for you and grabs the twine from your hand. You try to snatch it back, but she spins, giggling, and knocks you off-balance with a swing of her bare bottom. Before you can right yourself, you are attacked by her strange, fleshy tail. It is much stronger than you expected, wrapping around your waist and yanking you to your knees. You topple forward and grab Morelle’s hips and buttocks for balance.

  “Oh, on your knees already?!” She cries out with delight, pushing her plump ass into your face. You inhale the sweet perfume of her sex and your head begins to swim. Your cock throbs in your trousers and you moan with lust against her warm cheeks. Morelle looks back at you over her shoulder, laughing, “You’re such a kinky boy, Lucas. I know just what a naughty boy like you deserves.”