The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  She grabs your hair, her ass swinging in your face as she walks you on your hands and knees behind her and into the farmhouse’s kitchen. She rights an overturned chair and drags you over to the seat.

  “Lean across it,” she commands. “Don’t be shy, Lucas. I know this is what you want.”

  “N-no,” you say. “Trying to… trying to help…”

  She leans down, petting your hair as you stare at her breasts nearly burst from her lingerie bodice. Her tail creeps over your thigh and up your back like a serpent. It makes a strange gurgling sound and when you look back you see that at the tip of the tail is a fleshy slit somewhere between a mouth and a woman’s flower. It drips with slime and emits a strong, sexual musk.

  “What is that?” You ask.

  Morelle ignores your question, leaving you to stare down her tail over your shoulder as she pushes your chest down onto the seat of the chair and feeds your arms through the back of it. She uses the twine to bind your wrists the chair. By the time you snap out of your curious horror about Morelle’s tail, it is too late for you to free your arm.

  “Morelle,” you cry. “What in the name of Veleda are you doing?”

  “I learned from Lady Rachelle that boys have milk,” she says, completing the knot to secure your wrists. “I’ve been milking Ernie and Dale like men, using my body, draining their essence, but my tail can do the job too. I am going to milk you like a little cow.”

  “What?” You gasp, trying to push yourself up on your feet. Morelle steps one foot on the chair to keep it pinned to the ground. You find yourself staring up at her slippery cunt, folds glistening with desire.

  “Relax, Lucas,” she says, running her fingers through your shaggy hair. “It will feel wonderful, I promise.”

  The beautiful young succubus kneels beside you and runs your hand under your body, stroking your lean abdomen down to the bulge straining your trousers. She pets your sensitive cock through your pants. You purse your lips to stifle any sounds of pleasure, but she knows.

  “Don’t fight it,” she says. “Savor it. Enjoy it. You should feel honored that I am making you my first.”

  “First? I saw you… saw you with…” You lose your train of thought as she unbuttons your trousers and your cock springs free of confinement. She wraps her hand around your cock. Her grip is soft and warm as she begins to pump her hand beneath you. She strokes you from the root of your balls to the sensitive head of your cock.

  Her touch is incredible and after only a few seconds your cock begins to drip precum onto the floor and Morelle’s stroking hand. Your pleasure is rising with each exquisite tug of her hand. You whimper helplessly.

  “That’s a good boy,” she says. “It is like milking a cow and OH! Oh my, are you cumming already?!”

  You gasp as your spunk shoots onto the floor, splashing over the dusty floorboards and oozing into the cracks between them. Morelle giggles as she strokes out every drop. You close your eyes to the shame of being made to orgasm in only a few seconds of stroking.

  “Don’t worry,” she coos, giving your sensitive cock a squeeze. “I have something even better than my hand for your boy milk.”

  Her tail whips around her hip suddenly. For a moment, you feel the slick folds of its opening against your cockhead, an instant of suction, and suddenly your overly sensitive cock is swallowed up in the writhing grip of a steamy channel within her tail. Your eyes go wide and you jerk at the chair as her tail sucks at your cock.

  “Oh… Morelle… oh gods. That feels…”

  “Incredible?” She pulls your trousers down below your ass and gives your pale bottom a smack. “Go ahead. Feed me your essence, Lucas. Cum inside my tail. Its only purpose is to drink the seed of naughty boys like you.”

  “AAAaaaaaAAAHH!” Even though you ejaculated only thirty seconds earlier, you feel the rush of a new orgasm building in your cock. The tail slurps and toothlessly chews at your hard shaft, sending you over the edge of pleasure. As you spurt your cum deep into the sucking tail, you feel a background throb of ecstasy, almost as if each spurt is answered with a sip of your life force.

  Even after your orgasm subsides, you can feel Morelle’s tail sucking you towards another peak of pleasure. It won’t be long before you are cumming inside her tail again. Her hand toys with your bottom. You jerk as her fingers tease between your buttocks.

  “Mmmmm, very sensitive back here,” laughs Morelle. “Would it make you cum faster if I played with your ass?”

  You are completely at her mercy, but she is giving you a final choice as you succumb to the ecstasy of being sucked by her tail.

  How do you answer Morelle?

  No, please don't!

  Please play with my ass!

  Ask Theora to explain the Crystal Sanctum

  “You mentioned something about a crystal sanctuary,” you say. You turn it around and carefully grip the glowing blade so you can inspect the pink crystal set into the sword’s pommel. “Does it have something to do with this crystal?”

  “It would seem Veleda has chosen you for your incredible intelligence,” chuckles Theora. “Yes, Lucas, the Crystal Sanctum is a magical stronghold hidden within this pink crystal. It is a fortress of comfort and absolute safety existing beyond the normal boundaries of time and space in a realm created by Veleda.”

  “I don’t know what any of that means,” you confess.

  Theora snatches the sword out of your grasp, puts a slender arm across your shoulders, holds the sword up above her head and loudly declares, “SANCTUM SERENITY!”

  There is a flash of white light that blots out the nighttime view of the barn and pasture. You feel as if you are falling, but Theora’s arm never leaves your shoulders. The light fades and your feet touch down on stone.

  You are standing in just inside the gates of a palace of immaculate white stone. A wooded path leads up to the palace’s doors. Through the trees you glimpse the light of an evening sky turning pink as the sun sets.

  “What is this place?” You marvel as you follow Theora down the path.

  “The Crystal Sanctum is where your sword will store every monster girl you defeat in battle,” explains the angel as you approach the palace doors. “When you have completed your quests, all of the monster girls will be brought before Veleda for redemption. Until then, they will serve as you allies and advisors. They cannot leave the palace, but you can visit with them between battles.”

  “Between battles? So I can’t escape to this place in the middle of battle?”

  “No,” says Theora, grasping the brass pulls of the palace’s wooden double doors. She swings both doors open with a double groan of hinges, explaining, “It takes too long and you are too vulnerable while you are entering the Crystal Sanctum. Even a snail monster girl could slide up to you and wrap you up before you could escape.”

  “So I come here to, um, talk to the—“

  “Greetings, master!” A woman’s excited voice startles you as it echoes through the palace.

  You draw up short as Theora continues on into the palace. The angel casually approaches a tall, shapely woman wearing the ruffled costume of a housemaid. She is both beautiful and strange, with silvery blue hair and skin so white and gleaming it seems to be made of porcelain. Her eyes are peculiarly large and glassy blue. As this woman moves, you notice dark joints in her arms, wrist, and fingers. She is made of porcelain!

  “This is Hina,” says Theora. The porcelain woman steps towards you and curtsies. “Hina is a golem created to tend to the palace and its grounds. She is actually several dozen golems spread throughout the palace, but they share a single mind.”

  “My only purpose is to serve you, master,” says Hina in a girlish voice. “You are a new master. What is your name?”

  “L-Lucas,” you say.

  “Welcome to the Crystal Sanctuary, Lulucas,” says Hina. “Would you like a tour of your new home?”

  “That would be perfect,” says Theora. “You two get acquainted. I am going to have a nap
.”

  Hina moves with slightly unnerving grace, leading you away from Theora towards kitchens. You see several more Hinas, these wearing aprons tied around their slender waists. They greet you in unison, “Hello, master Lulucas!”

  “Um, hello,” you say.

  “I would be happy to prepare you and your guests any food or drink you desire,” explains the Hina giving you the tour. “I am always at your service, no matter the hour. The Crystal Sanctum has a limitless pantry, you know.”

  Your belly growls at the thought of a sizzling steak or a steaming mound of scrambled eggs. Perhaps both at the same time. Hina opens the door to a misty white chamber, reaches a hand in, and pulls out a strange, spiky fruit. A smell like a rotting corpse wafts from the strange fruit, instantly disposing of your appetite.

  “Um, not feeling too hungry at the moment,” you say. Hina returns the foul-smelling fruit to the misty whiteness.

  “Of course, master,” she says brightly. “Let us continue the tour.”

  Hina shows you an empty armory where Hina will be happy to maintain any weapons or armor you bring her. She shows off bedrooms for “guests,” a tavern where Hina is serving drinks from behind a wooden bar, and several courtyards of forest, lakes, desert, and even snowy terrain where, “Every guest can be accommodated.”

  As snowflakes fall from the cloudy sky above and your breath steams from your mouth, you marvel at the magic of this place.

  “Where do I sleep?” You ask.

  Hina shows you back inside and towards a grand staircase to the palace’s second floor. As you are following the beautiful golem, you notice a strangely ominous black door.

  “What is through there?” You ask Hina.

  “That leads to the catacombs, master,” says Hina. “They are empty now, but that is the place where dangerous and subterranean guests will be dwelling.”

  “Dangerous?” You stop and stare at the black door. “What do you mean by dangerous?”

  “Master, some guests have appetites even as your allies that will make them dangerous. They will want to help you, but they will remain a threat to your safety. You must be careful, or you could lose one of your lives.”

  You swallow hard. “Is… is there anything down there now?”

  “Of course not, master,” says Hina brightly. “You must defeat new friends!”

  “Ah, I see,” you say, scratching your head as you and Hina continue past the black door and up the stairs.

  “Up here is the magical laboratory, the library, and of course, your suite!”

  Hina opens the door to your room and you gasp at the expansive quarters. There is a huge sitting room with sunken couches, a fountain, and a skylight that shows the pink permanent sunset and lazy clouds drifting overhead. There is a balcony that allows you to see down into all of the castle’s strange courtyards.

  “This is amazing,” you murmur.

  “Wait until you see the bedroom, master,” says Hina, taking your hand in her cool grasp and pulling you towards an ornate door carved with lewd images of sex. She pushes the door open and reveals a bedroom so spacious you are fairly certain your entire farmhouse could fit inside. A four poster bed draped with silk seems so large that a dozen women could join you for a romp. The silk parts an another Hina sticks her head out.

  “Hello, master,” she coos. “Would you like some pleasure?”

  You stumble towards this Hina and realize her shapely porcelain body is dressed in elaborate lingerie. Your cock twitches at the sight of her. Though she is only a golem, you find yourself getting hard at her perfect proportions.

  “Of course, master,” says the Hina on the bed. “I have a number of different functions to bring you pleasure. Whatever you desire, I am happy to serve you. Just join me on the bed.”

  She pats the bed beside her, stretching out so you can see that her porcelain anatomy seems complete through the sheerness of her crimson lingerie. Your cock twitches again and you are about to climb onto the bed and try out the golem when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

  “Please tell me you are not going to have sex with the golem,” says Theora.

  “What? No!” You cover up your groin with your hands. “No, she was saying I should get in the bed, but I didn’t.”

  “But you were considering it, master,” points out the Hina that gave you the tour.

  Theora leans over, getting a good look at your tented trousers. “I’ll bet he was,” she chuckles. “Not even Ingbert used the golems for sex and he was fighting normal monsters. My advice: keep it in your trousers. These are just automatons. Do you really want to waste your essence on the like of them?”

  Theora flicks a finger against the side of the Hina’s head and it “plinks” like she flicked her finger against the bowl of a privy. The beautiful golem does not react to the flick in the slightest. She continues to stare at you and smile blankly.

  Maybe Theora is right. Maybe doing something sexual with golems would be crossing the line.

  “So, um, how do we leave this place?” You ask Theora.

  She tosses you the pink crystal. “Hold it up and say, ‘Sanctum Exitus’ loudly and clearly and we will return to your world.”

  You hold the crystal up above your head.

  Hina says, “Leaving already, master? Be sure to stop back soon.”

  “Goodbye!” You say, waving to her. She waves back, wiggling her porcelain fingers. Theora rolls her eyes and takes hold of your free hand. You loudly declare, “Sanctum Exitus!”

  With a flash of light, you and Theora return to the warm evening outside your barn. The summer beetles chirp in the nearby trees and Old Joe brays somewhere out in the dark pasture. The crystal in your hand has become the glowing sword. You lower it and look at Theora with amazement.

  “Yes, that was real,” she says with a dismissive wave. “You’ll get tired of that place after you’ve seen it a hundred times. Now… are you ready to begin your first quest or did you need to waste more time?”

  What do you do?

  Get some training from Theora

  Begin your quest

  Train with Theora the angel

  “I would like to pay Theora a visit,” you say to Hina.

  “Of course, master,” says the beautiful golem. “Right this way.”

  Hina’s automaton hips swing from side to side in her housemaid uniform as she leads you up the stairs, along a lovely colonnade overlooking the palace’s courtyards, and into another wing of the palace you have never seen before. Hina’s boots click smartly on the white stone floor as you approach a door carved with the wheat and sword symbol of Veleda.

  “Here you are, master. Would you like me to introduce you?”

  “No, no, that’s alright,” you say, suddenly feeling nervous. “You, um, may go, Hina.”

  “Of course, master,” she says and walks away. You turn back to the door, take a deep breath, and knock heavily. There is no answer. You knock again. No answer. Maybe she is gone, you think, but you decide to give it one more try. The moment your knuckles land against the door, you hear Theora’s angry voice shouting, “Alright, I’m coming!”

  She throws the door open, fuming with anger, her lovely body wrapped in a towel, her angelic wings folded, and her golden ringlets dark with water and dripping wet. You stare in wide-eyed awe as her breasts heave against the towel she is holding with one hand.

  “Well, what do you want?!” She is practically stomping her foot with anger. You stammer, unable to think of anything to say in the face of Theora’s angelic fury. “You interrupted my bath.”

  “S-sorry?” You finally manage.

  She hisses with contempt and walks away from the door, leaving it open so you can see as she saunters over to a steaming stone tub. Her back is to you as she drops the towel, revealing her pale skin, toned body, and the perfect globes of her buttocks. She climbs back into the tub, giving you a glimpse of her plump breasts as she sinks into the warm water. Golden-pink sunlight and a perfect breeze spill t
hrough the open doors of a balcony.

  You shuffle into the room, momentarily in awe of her beauty and her casual display of nudity.

  “Get over here,” she snaps. “Massage my feet.”

  With a splash, she props her dainty, glistening feet up on the rim of the tub. You kneel beside the stone basin and begin to massage her arches. She groans with pleasure, flexing her feet to splay out her toes. You massage between each dainty digit, running your thumbs under her arches and your hands over the tops of her feet. You try not to look too closely at the soapy water of the tub, her luscious body faintly visible and her breasts cresting above the waterline.

  “I suppose you desire more training,” she says as you use both hands on one foot. She lifts her foot towards you. “Do not forget the heels.”

  You massage her heel, pressing hard until you elicit another groan of pleasure from the bathing angel.

  “I suppose,” she says, “I could teach you Dervish Strike.”

  “W-what’s that?” You ask, glancing up at her and catching sight of her puffy pink nipples and the tops of her breasts rising through the water.

  “It is a special ability,” she says, making no effort to hide her glistening breasts from you. “A basic, all-out attack that can devastate your foes with physical damage. However, it should only be used on slow or weakened foes, because it leaves you totally defenseless.”

  She rises suddenly from the bathtub, her naked body spilling water in rivulets between her jiggling breasts, over her hips, and down across the gold-thatched glory of her angelic quim. She leaps from the tub, flicking her wings wide and sending droplets of water everywhere. She glides across the room and lands on the balcony, the sun gilding her wet, naked body.