The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  She plants a kiss on your lips, pressing her curvaceous body against you and smothering you in the warmth and sweet smell of her hair. Her tongue probes beyond your lips and spreads the hot, molten sweetness of her saliva into your mouth. Her hand deftly frees your cock from your trousers, squeezing soft and tight around your hardness.

  Morelle breaks the kiss to look down your slender body at the cock she has gripped in her hand. She murmurs, “Not bad, Lucas. Maybe not as big as Dale and Ernie, but it’s adorable.”

  Your pride stings for a moment, but then Morelle is kissing her way down your slender abdomen to your sparse pubic hair. She grips your cock at the very base and looks up at you as she slowly runs her tongue around your swollen tip. The sensation is incredible. Her hot tongue moves beneath your glans, tracing your ridge, down your shaft to your bollocks, and back up again as she plants a wet, pouting kiss beneath your cockhead. She sucks gently just there, not covering your cockhead, but sucking at the sensitive spot beneath it.

  Your orgasm hits you suddenly. You cry out in surprise as your cock throbs and a jet of milky seed launches over Morelle’s head and splashes her shoulder and nearest wing. She cries out with delight, locking eyes with you and engulfing your spurting cock in her mouth. The suction is hard enough to hollow her cheeks, seeming to draw out your orgasm and something else, almost as an echo of your pleasure. Her eyes flash with violet magic and you realize that as you cum into Morelle’s mouth she is sucking out your life force.

  The weakness hits you as your orgasm subsides. You are still in the afterglow, still grinning with the intensity of your orgasm, but Morelle has stolen a part of you. She lifts her head from your cock, cleaning her lips with her pink tongue.

  “Every bit as sweet as I had hoped,” she says. “I want to take my time with you, Lucas. I want to savor every drop of your essence. So try not to cum too quickly next time.”

  “How could I… aaaaAAHH!”

  Morelle cuts off any conversation by engulfing your cock once more in the hot, wet vise of her mouth. She moves between your legs, kneeling with her plump bottom raised, her tail twitching, and her head bobbing atop your head cock. She gazes up at you, taking you to the root and into the silky squeeze of her throat.

  “Ohhhhhh!” You last only a moment longer with your tip in the delicate tunnel of her throat. She swallows around you and your cock explodes. You thrust deeper, your balls bashing against her chin as you fire your hot seed straight down the beautiful succubus’s throat. She drinks it eagerly and, as before, each pulse of your release is echoed by a burst of pleasure as she feeds upon your essence.

  Morelle laughs around your cock and resumes bobbing her mouth on your glistening pillar as soon as your orgasm subsides. She does not give you the chance to become flaccid in her sucking mouth. Her eyes glow violet and her murmurs of lusty vibrate through your cock.

  “Ohhhh gods,” you moan, weakly stroking the back of her violet hair. “Ohhhh, it’s so… ohhh… god you are going to make me cum again.”

  “Mmmmhmmm,” she agrees, suckling and slurping lewdly. Her cheeks hollow and she bobs with vigor until your pleasure is welling once more. You practically rise off the floor, all of the danger and all of your worries forgotten as she sucks you to another exquisite orgasm. Your seed bursts into her mouth once more and she drinks it down, along with your essence, with obvious relish.

  Each pulse of your release sends you closer to oblivion and you do not care, moaning, “Suck me. Oh, gods, damn me with your mouth.”

  “Mmmmmmphhmmhmm,” she moans around you, sucking harder and faster. Her eyes are glowing constantly and brightly. You feel yourself approaching another orgasm, unable to escape that sucking mouth, unwilling to try as your pleasure reaches a crescendo that curls your toes. You fuck Morelle’s beautiful mouth and she takes your cock effortlessly. You explode deep in her throat, barely any cum now, although the spasms of pleasure are even more intense.

  Her sucking slows. She pops her lips free of your over-sensitive cock.

  “I can see it in your eyes, Lucas,” she says and smacks wet kisses on the head of your cock. “One more and you will be mine. Forever.”

  “Take it,” you rasp, your hand slipping from her head and dropping to the floor. “Take it all, Morelle.”

  “With pleasure,” she giggles.

  Her mouth descends once more on your cock, taking you so deep that her tongue begins lapping at your balls. She closes her eyes and sucks you quite hard. It is as if she is trying to force the remaining cum from your body. And it works. You rise from the floor, moaning weakly, your cock beginning to twitch inside her hot throat. You feel the surge of pleasure like none you have felt before. Your feeble ejaculation mingling with the violet glow of your life force being drained from your body.

  It is everything you ever hoped it would be. You can imagine no better end. As darkness closes in, Morelle laughs around your spent cock, and you feel those vibrations traveling through your body as your soul slips away.

  The End?

  Receive the Judgment of Veleda >

  Item

  “Hold on now,” you say, raising a hand to try to get Theora to stop whirling her staff. “I want to use an item. How do I do that?”

  “You just do it,” she scoffs. “What is your item?”

  “Um…” You hadn’t thought that far into this plan. You reach a hand into your pocket and feel around. Theora thumps one end of her staff on the floor with annoyance.

  “Do you have a potion to quaff? Some sort of wand or maybe a charm?”

  You have nothing but bits of twine, some seeds, and lint in your pocket. You feel the pressure of Theora’s blue-eyed glare. You look around the barn, searching for something that might qualify as an “item” that could help you. The pitchfork is more of a weapon. The water bucket is too big. You spot something hanging on the wall near Old Joe’s stall. You pluck it down and hold it up for Theora to see.

  “What is that?” She demands, looking at the U-shaped piece of metal.

  “It’s a horseshoe,” you say. “From my mother’s horse. Before she disappeared. I keep it around for good luck.”

  “What do you do with it?” Theora seems amused by the horseshoe.

  It’s a fair point. You feel like it really is a lucky object, but how do you summon that luck? How could it help you here? There is a game farmers sometimes play with stakes and horseshoes. Maybe if you pitched the heavy horseshoe at her that would work.

  You wind up and throw the horseshoe at Theodora. It thumps onto the dirt floor near her feet. You both stare at it for a moment and then she looks up at you. “That’s it? That’s all it’s supposed to do?”

  “Sorry,” you say sheepishly.

  “Sorry? Apologizing to your enemy is even worse!” She barks with anger, grabbing you with one hand and tossing you with superhuman strength up into the empty hay loft of the barn. You thump hard on the planks, your sword flopping out of your hand and falling out of the loft. You hear a snap of wings as Theora ascends to the hay loft. She hovers above you, her beautiful form wreathed in a glow of pale golden light.

  “You need an item to use an item.” She gazes down at you as she hovers directly above you. “Otherwise, you will end up fumbling around and giving the monster girl an opportunity to attack. And when she has you on your back, she can do whatever she wants with your pitiful little cock.”

  Theora moves so that she is floating above your groin. Your cock twitches at the sight of her, in full angelic splendor, the glow illuminating her luscious figure through the sheer gown. Her blue eyes blaze with judgment as you feel the brush of her toes against your hardness. She begins to unbutton your trousers with her toes.

  “How are you…?” You look down, watching her toes work with inhuman flexibility to unbutton the last of your trousers. She slips a foot into your pants and you gasp as her warm toes guide your hard cock through the part in your trousers.

  “Oh, stiff as a little dagger, are we?” Theora la
ughs as she cradles your manhood with both her feet. “I suppose I can treat you like a monster girl. But pulling a stunt like that with the horseshoe, you don’t deserve any better than my feet.”

  “Ohhhh gods,” you moan as she begins to massage your manhood with her feet and toes.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?” She mocks, one foot tickling your bollocks as her other rubs the underside of your shaft, pressing it up against your belly. Her toes wiggle at your glans, driving pleasure through you.

  “Oh yes,” you cry. “Your feet are so… they’re like hands.”

  “I know,” she says, using the arch of one foot and curling her toes to stroke your hardness. Her expression grows almost as she adds, “But you will clean up any mess you make. I am not walking with your seed squishing between my toes for the rest of the night.”

  You are struck by two warring thoughts: that she intends to make you cum with her feet and that she will make you clean up the mess. Your desire to cum greatly outweighs any shame about washing off her feet with a rag.

  “Of course,” you say. “I… oooohhhh gods it’s so good…”

  You lift your head from the planks so can watch the angel’s dainty feet caressing your cock. Her toes wriggle around you. She grasps your shaft between the balls of both feet and begins to wank you properly. Her toes tap and tickle at your cock from your glans almost down to your root. Your cock reddens. Precum beads at your slit and begins to roll down your shaft. She smears it with her toes until your cockhead is glistening.

  “That’s it, farm boy,” she says, effortlessly fondling and stroking your straining cock with her feet. “Let my feet take you to heaven you shameful weakling.”

  “H-hey,” you gasp. “That’s not… I’m not…”

  “Shhhhhhh,” she says, moving one of your feet from your cock and pressing it to your face. You try to speak and she shoves her toes into your mouth. “Suck them, little farm slut. I know you like my feet. Go on. Suck on them.”

  She leaves you little choice in the matter, pushing her toes down against your tongue. You begin to lick and suck her feet. Drool spills down your chin and you moan with pleasure as Theora’s other foot continues to massage the sensitive underside of your cock. You try not to imagine what a sight it must make to her with you on the ground, drooling and sucking on her dainty foot, while she bends and caresses your cock with her other foot. Her toes flick at beneath your twitching cap. Your pleasure is growing by the moment. You cannot stop yourself from thrusting your hips and fucking your cock against the soft arch of her foot.

  “Oh, look at you, naughty farm boy,” she laughs. “Humping away at my foot. You really enjoy this.”

  “Mmmmnnmmmn,” you reply, sucking and licking at her toes. She is an angelic vision, her wings spread, her body aglow. You can see the judgment in her blue eyes, her ample breasts heaving gently beneath her sheer gown, perky pink nipples darker beneath the fabric, a tuft of cunthair backlit between her parted thighs.

  “Go on,” she whispers, leaning over you and rubbing more vigorously at your cock. She pulls her wet foot from your mouth and uses both feet to stroke you. “Cum, you little failed hero. Cum for the monster girls.”

  “Ahhhhhhhh! I can’t… ohhhh… oh gods, it’s so good!”

  “Yes, it is,” she laughs. “Cum for me. All over my feet. You know you will have to clean it all up.”

  The feel of your own saliva slicking her foot is amazing. You can’t hold back any longer.

  “Yes,” you cry. “Ohhhh, yes, I’m cumming!”

  You buck your hips, fucking your glistening red cock through her arches. You lift your head to watch as your cock twitches and pleasure takes hold. For a moment, your mind swims in a rush of ecstasy and then, with a force you feel deep in your bollocks, your cock begins to spurt. The first gush lands on her calf and Theora laughs with surprise. Your spurts of seed splash against her supple leg, her shin, cover the sides of her feet, and finally splash across her gripping toes.

  “Ohhhh gods,” you moan, giving your last stroke and falling back onto the loft planks.

  “What a messy boy you are,” she says.

  Still breathing heavily, you grunt, “I’ll fetch you a washcloth.”

  You try to sit up, but Theora pushes you back down with one of her feet. “And just where do you think you are going? You are the slave of the monster girl who makes you cum. And you promised to clean my feet.”

  She holds one foot before your face, cum hanging from her toes in a jiggling strand. You smell the musk of your own seed and realize, looking up into her cruel blue eyes, that she never intended to let you use a washcloth.

  “With your tongue,” she says, pushing her cum-smeared toes against your mouth. You try to twist away and she snaps, “Lick them clean or I depart. No more training. No more advice.”

  Reluctantly, you stick out your tongue and taste your cum upon her dainty toes. It is salty and bitter and already cool to the touch. It is disgusting. But you look up at the commanding angel hovering above you and you know what you must do.

  You begin to lick and suck and clean the filth you gushed out upon Theora’s dainty feet. She laughs at you as you lick her clean. You even begin to enjoy it, moaning around her toes, slurping up your foul cum, and savoring the humiliation of being made to lick up your own juices.

  “The monster girls are going to love you,” laughs Theora. “I don’t know if you’ll actually beat any of them, but they will enjoy using you as a playtoy. Isn’t that right, farm slut?”

  “Yessss,” you moan.

  “Other foot now,” she says. “Start with my leg, here.”

  You lap at the cum on her shin and calf, looking up her gown at her bare cunt as you lick up your salty juices. She moans with pleasure and thrusts her foot towards your mouth. You eagerly suck at her toes and clean them thoroughly with your tongue.

  Your face is hot with humiliation, but your cock is already hard again from so submissively serving the beautiful angel.

  “That’s enough,” she snaps, withdrawing her foot. She glances at your hard cock. “Clean up and put that away. It is time for you to begin your quest.”

  She floats out of the hayloft and back down to the barn’s lower level. You hear her call, “Meet me outside when you are decent.”

  You climb down from the hayloft and draw a bucket of water from the well pump. The cold water bathes your filthy cock and does some to diminish your lust. As you button up your trousers, your ardor has faded slightly, but your face is still hot with humiliation.

  You find Theora outside, her beautiful features glinting in the moonlight as she leans against the pasture fence.

  “I do not judge you for your desires, Lucas,” says Theora. “I have known heroes with far stranger lusts.”

  “You made me do that,” you protest.

  “Of course,” she says, smiling sweetly and winking. “I forced it upon you. Are you ready to begin your quest?”

  You look down at the sword in your 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 playing footsie and training. 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 Sanctum

  Begin your quest

  Visit the Crystal Sanctum

  You turn the sword over in your hand and hold it up above your head. Feeling more than a little ridiculous, you shout, “SANCTUM SERENITY!”

  A brilliant flash of white light engulfs you and you let out a cry as you feel yourself falling through the white nothingness and into pinkness. You drop from a deadly height to a wooded path. You collapse to the ground with the air knocked out of your lungs, the control crystal clutched in your
hand, and your back aching. For a moment, you stare through the leaves overhanging the path and into a pink sunset sky.

  A pleasant female voice asks, “Would you like help up, master?”

  The beautiful golem Hina stands over you, her silky blue hair shifting as she leans to offer you a porcelain hand. She wears a servant’s uniform and a perpetual smile on her finely crafted face. Her large blue eyes blink mechanically as she gazes down at you. You accept her hand and she easily lifts you up off the ground and onto your feet. She walks around behind you and brushes the dust from your back and bottom.

  “What a wonderful time to visit, master,” she says. “We currently have two guests.”

  “Guests?”

  “Yes, master,” she says, starting down the path towards the doors of the palace of white stone. “Lady Theora is in her suite on the second floor. Morelle, the succubus, has been made comfortable in one of the bedrooms on the first floor. I am sure they would both be glad to have you visit.”

  Morelle is here. Theora told you it would be so, but somehow knowing you have tamed the succubus and made her into a guest within the sword is incredible.

  Greeted by Hina. Lady Theora is in her suite. Morelle the succubus is in her bedroom.

  Hina reaches the double doors leading into the palace and she swings them both open, allowing sunset light to stream over the polished white stones. Strangely, a portrait of you now hangs in the main room. It is exquisitely detailed and depicts you as a warrior brandishing the Sword of Veleda. You look more mature and have very determined eyes.

  “Where did that come from?” You ask Hina.

  “Oh, I painted that for you, master,” she says. “To honor the Hero of a Thousand Lives, the Chosen of Veleda, and Master of the Crystal Sanctum. You, master.”

  “It’s, um, very nice,” you say. You feel your face go hot with embarrassment. It’s like the time your sow, Miss Lardy, won the prize at the St. Ingbert Animal Festival. They pinned a blue ribbon on her and one on you and you felt the king of all of Lorraine. This is even better.