The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Taste me,” she commands. You eagerly dive your face between her soft thighs and begin to lap at the hot, slippery-sweet crease of her cunt. The taste is as delicious as sugar-icing and her nectar pours across your tongue and down your throat as lick between her delicate folds and into the hot, clutching channel of her cunt. Morelle rests a hand against the back of your head and jerks her hips to fuck her slippery quim against your tongue. “Ohhhh, you aren’t bad at that, farm boy. Feel the bud atop my flower. Lick me there, Lucas. Ooooooh, yes, just there. Oooooh!”

  Each moan and sigh of Morelle’s pleasure makes your cock twitch in your trousers. You slurp at her hot folds and batter the pebble-like bud of her clit with your tongue, your own pleasure rising without even touching your cock. Morelle’s cries of pleasure and thrusting hips smear her fragrant juices all over your face. The more you taste her, the more you inhale her scent, the more you yearn to have your soul devoured by the succubus.

  “Nnnnyessss!” Morelle cries, bumping quite roughly against your face, bending your nose painfully as she thrusts against your mouth and slips and slides her pussy from your chin up to above your lips. Her hot juices pour into your mouth, seeming almost to gush, and Morelle holds your hair so tightly it seems as if she is trying to pull it out.

  She rides your tongue to her satisfaction, slowing her grinding against your mouth until she finally steps her leg back over her shoulder. She looks down at you with her glowing violet eyes, a smile on her full lips. She releases her hold on your hair and says, “That was nice, Lucas. You’re more useful than those two old men. I suppose I could reward you. Would you… like to see my breasts?”

  She crushes her tits with both hands, squeezing them until they nearly burst out of her lacy bodice.

  “Yes, please,” you say, trembling at the thought. “Please, may I see them?”

  “Then I am going to suck your soul out,” she says. “Are you ready for that too, Lucas?”

  “Y-yes,” you say, your precum-soaked cock twitching at the thought.

  “Good boy,” she giggles, mussing your hair. She kneels down with you as she unlaces the bodice barely containing her breasts. You watch her fingers work, admiring her freckled cleavage as she unveils her creamy mounds lace-by-lace. She shrugs out of the bodice and exposes her perky breasts. Each immaculate mound is capped with a small, faintly lavender-tinged areola and nipple. She leans them closer to you and says, “Go ahead, Lucas. You can play with them.”

  You can hardly believe your fortune as you lightly touch her warm breasts. You cup them with your hands and softly squeeze them. They are just the right size without being too large. You rub your fingers across her nipples and Morelle coos with pleasure.

  “Go on,” she says, her violet eyes twinkling. “I know you want to suck them.”

  “Yesss,” you moan, burying your face in the soft valley between them and squeezing her mounds against your face. She laughs with delight and cradles your head against her breasts. You kiss her tits frantically, tasting the faint hint of her sweetness clinging to her skin. You move to her lift nipple, flicking it, swirling your tongue around it, and sucking it into your mouth. You only release the suction on her nipple to move to the other and suck it just as hard.

  “On your back now, Lucas,” she says, toppling you onto your back in the middle of the hallway. “It’s time to give me what I desire.”

  She kneels above you, unbuckling and unbuttoning your trousers. Your precum-soaked cock springs free, jerking with your intense arousal. Morelle laughs at the sight of it.

  “H-how will you do it?” You ask her.

  “How would you like another taste of my sweetest peach,” says Morelle, running her fingers over her glistening pussy. “And I’ll have a taste of my favorite thing: you.”

  Morelle climbs atop you and pushes you flat on the floor with her glistening pussy and voluptuous ass in your face. You don’t resist her for a moment. You grab hold of her plump buttocks, squeezing them lustfully as you lift your head to resume eagerly licking her pussy.

  And then Morelle’s soft lips meet the head of your cock. Her tongue curls around your shaft and her lips part. The exquisite, sucking heat of her mouth engulfs your cock. You drop your head back on the floor, moaning with excruciating pleasure, as you cum before her mouth has even descended all the way to the base of your cock.

  “MMmmhmmhmm!” She laughs around your cock, sucking you and drawing out your spurting seed. You fill her mouth with your cum and she begins to swallow, drawing some part of you along with each spurt of your seed. Your toes curl and you are helpless beneath her. Helpless to do anything but endure the intense, sucking pleasure of being devoured by Morelle in more ways than one. She bobs her lips back to your tip, flicking her tongue in the pumping stream of your seed. Once you have finished, she lifts her mouth from your cock and declares, “Delicious. But there is so much more for me.”

  Her mouth slides back down onto your cock and she begins to slurp and bob on your hardness. Your erection never flags, but you do come to your senses enough to return to lapping at Morelle’s honey-sweet slit. She wiggles her plump bottom in your face as her bobbing and slurping is soon rewarded with another explosive orgasm. You feel her feeding on your soul more distinctly the time. It is as if each orgasmic spasms reverberates with a strange, enervating force. Although you feel yourself growing weaker, the pleasure is exquisite. You squeeze her plump ass and moan against her cunt, thrusting your tongue deep and drinking her sweet juices.

  “Mmmmmmm, you want to give it all to me, don’t you?” She purrs.

  “Yes, take it all,” you cry, flicking your tongue against the bud of her clit. “Nnnnn all of it nnnnnn!”

  “Of course, Lucas!” She cries with delight. “Ooh, you’re so much sweeter than those tired old men. I bet I can make you cum five more times before you’re gone.”

  “Nnnnnn ohhhhhh please,” you gasp, feeling another orgasm rising. “Yes. Take it all. Take it aaaahhhh! I’m cuming!”

  Her tongue ripples beneath your shaft, curling around your glans with each bob of her sucking mouth. You arch beneath her, burying your tongue so deep in her pussy that your nose presses against her tight asshole. You unleash your seed once again into her mouth, your pleasure heightened as she drinks your life essence along with your spunk.

  Morelle’s pace is relentless, sucking without pause, massaging your balls, and wiggling her big, luscious ass in your face to remind you to lick whenever you become too distracted by pleasure. She only stop sucking once, to moan loudly as she bucks her hips against your face. Drink her slick cum and burying your face in her soft ass is enough to send you over the edge again. As you begin to spurt weakly into the air, Morelle’s lips descend and the heat of her sucking mouth envelops you with ravenous pleasure.

  By your sixth orgasm, you are drenched in sweat and quivering. Your heart pounds weakly in your chest. You are still licking at Morelle’s delicious cunt, but your tongue moves slowly, as if you are drunk. Your pleasure reaches an almost painful crescendo and you release mere droplets of your seed into Morelle’s insatiable mouth.

  “MMmmmhmmm,” she moans around your cock. She adds, “Mmmmmmhmmhmm.”

  As she sucks on the faint droplets of your final orgasm, you feel as if your entire existence is being sucked into her mouth. Somehow, you are falling upwards and into Morelle. And then comes the darkness.

  It swallows up everything. Morelle, her voice far away, laughs and laughs, “Thank you for the meal, my sweet boy.”

  She was welcome to it, you think, as darkness completely encloses you.

  The End?

  Receive the Judgment of Veleda >

  Attack

  Faced with the demonic beauty of Morelle, you want to retreat and yield ground to her. Those horns, those bat wings; she is terrifying! Instead of retreating from her with your guard up, your grip tightens on your sword. This is not the moment for defense! It is time to strike!

  You draw back your sword and char
ge at Morelle, Veleda’s holy might flaring brightly from your blade. Morelle’s violet eyes open wide in shock. Before you can slam into her, the nimble succubus leaps out of the way, vaulting over Ernie’s groaning form to the other side of his bed. Your momentum carries you past where she had been standing and you thump into the wall and knock over a chair. You catch it before it falls and as you wheel around to face Morelle you fling the chair at her with all of your strength.

  She is caught by surprise again and this time does not act fast enough to avoid your attack. The chair smashes against her back and side and splinters into pieces. She cries out, her eyes flashing bright violet with her anger.

  “You stupid little boy! You’ll never be a real man, because you die tonight!”

  Your sword pulses with holy force, as if the adrenaline flowing through your veins is flowing straight into the grip of the sword. Morelle’s gaze flicks to the door. Before she can flee, you block her path, backing her towards the corner. As she realizes there is no escape, her demeanor changes. Her brow knits and she seems to weep, “Please, Lucas. I’m Morelle. The girl you know. You can’t do this. Please, Lucas, don’t hurt me. I’m totally defenseless.”

  “Like Ernie and Dale?” You say, stalking towards her as she seems to shrink before you.

  She wails with fear and cringes from you and your blade. You lift the sword and strike without mercy and with all of your strength. Just as the blade would seem to hit her head, there is a bright flash of white light. The light seems to be drawn into the crystal in the pommel of your sword. The large gem flashes and glows with pink light for a moment before returning to normal.

  You sag against the wall, out of breath, your heart still hammering in your chest. Despite the pitiful moans of Ernie and Dale in their respective beds, you begin to laugh. You can hardly believe it. You have beaten the succubus.

  Against all odds, you have defeated your first monster girl.

  CONTINUE >

  The Judgment of Veleda

  A bright ray of golden light breaks through the darkness. It is as if you are in an endless cavern and the roof has broken open to let the daylight in. You reach towards the light and feel your body being lifted. You ascend through the storied heavens and the golden light brings you directly into a temple of white marble, golden wheat, and tall curtains of red velvet. You feel at once at peace and yet afraid, as if you have done something wrong and are about to be scolded.

  Then you remember what this place is: the heavenly temple of Veleda. And you are here because you have fallen to the Succubus.

  The red curtain before you parts, revealing, for only a moment, an impossible vista of multitudes of whirling angels and fractal clouds of heavenly palaces reaching to infinity. A figure of radiant beauty steps through the velvet curtain. She stands at least twice as tall as you, slender, long-limbed, and seeming to shed golden light from her unblemished skin. Fat ringlets of golden hair spill over her shoulders, breasts, and down her back. Her physique is that of a shapely woman, dressed in an immaculate white gown held at her shoulder with a golden badge of wheat. Her face is almost childlike in its delicate features and wide-eyed innocence. Her soft, pink lips form a perfect bow that curves into a beatific smile.

  The curtain closes behind her and she steps across the marble floor, glimpsing her bare feet beneath her trailing gown. You grovel before her, feeling filthy and inadequate in her presence. This is Veleda, goddess of war and healing, who restores and destroys. She is far more beautiful than any human craftsman could ever capture in a statue or a painter could ever accurately depict in a fresco decorating the dome of a temple. Perhaps only the beauty of nature, in all its most sublime glory, of misty mountains and golden sunrises, could compare to Veleda.

  She stands over you, her smile slowly fading to a more neutral expression, as if she had been amused and is now reminded of your worthiness.

  “Stand, Lucas, hero of a thousand lives,” she commands, “and look upon me.”

  You rise slowly to your feet. You want to avert your unworthy gaze from Veleda’s enormous blue eyes, but you cannot stand to disobey her.

  “You stand before me having fallen to the predation of a monster girl,” she says, her tone hardening slightly and booming in the massive temple. “The lesser succubus called Morelle has consumed your soul for her unholy nourishment. But I control the turning of time on this world and I have brought you back.”

  “Th-thank you, oh great Veleda,” you say, crossing your index and ring finger together to form the sign of the goddess.

  “You look upon this succubus too lecherously. I know what you have done to arrive here, Lucas LeBlanc. You have failed and you must correct your path.”

  “Y-yes,” you say, feeling a wave of despair at having failed the beautiful goddess.

  “I am not without sympathy,” she continues. “This is your first true foe and though she is a newly-made succubus, she still possesses many of the powers of the one who created her.”

  “Lady Rachelle?”

  “Yes, that one is trouble,” says Veleda. “Be glad you do not face her today. But soon enough you must bring her to heel.”

  You were so easily beaten by Morelle, you can hardly imagine facing down the much more powerful succubus that created her. Now is certainly not the time to express such doubts. Veleda might just decide not to send you back.

  “I want you to succeed, Lucas,” says Veleda. “Succubae are overconfident and loathe meet in actual honorable combat. I suggest you press her with an attack or use subterfuge to wait for the right moment to strike.”

  “I understand,” you say, bowing your head.

  “Good,” she says. “Now go. Restrain your lust and face this enemy rather than squander any more of your lives.”

  With a wave of her hand, the floor opens up beneath you and you plummet through the misty golden sky. Darkness yawns below, clouds that puncture, all of Lorraine spreading out into the curved distance, the moonlit countryside and the Woodley farmhouse below growing larger by the moment. You plunge through the roof of the farmhouse without smashing a single timber and land on your feet.

  You are standing at the threshold where you encounter Morelle. For a moment, she is frozen with an arrogant expression on her face. You realize you are holding Veleda’s sword in your hand and raise it to defend yourself.

  Time resumes its course with a rush of noise and motion.

  “So it’s a battle?” She bares her perfect smile in a predatory manner. “How exciting! Lady Rachelle said some boys might want to fight. I always assumed you would be a pushover. Now I get to use some of the power I sucked out of the Woodleys!”

  Far from being afraid of you, Morelle seems delighted that she gets to fight. After being beaten by her before, you are less certain of your abilities than ever…

  What do you do?

  Wait

  Parley

  Attack

  Item

  Special Ability

  Surrender

  Eternal Handjob

  You glance at Morelle’s soft, delicate hands. You can already feel her skillfully squeezing your cock through your trousers. It’s nearly enough to make you cum. Your face grows hot with embarrassment and your cock throbs beneath her kneading fingers.

  “Have you decided, little farm boy?” Morelle coos, leaning her face close to yours and tightening her grip on your cock.

  “The, um, Eternal Handjob,” you say, your voice sounding pitiful.

  “Oh?” She laughs, her brow knitting sympathetically. “That’s it? All you want is my hand? Well, let me assure you, Lucas, you have made a very good choice. My hand will deliver you to a realm of total pleasure while my kiss devours you.”

  “Your ki—mphhh!” Her lips descend to yours and her warm, sweet kiss seems to flow into your mouth on the hot honey of her tongue. Her silky hair tickles your face as her tongue teases against your tongue, rousing it into motion in a slithering tangle. You are momentarily distracted from your cock, but a
fter a moment you realize your cock it out and feel the softness of her hand closing warm and tight around your shaft.

  “Nice and stiff for me,” she chuckles against your lips. Her hand begins to move from the root of your cock up to the swollen tip. Her gripping fingers shift and gently twist around your hardness. “Don’t hold back, Lucas. Let it go.”

  The pleasure is incredible. Her hand seems to know its way around your cock better than your own hand. Her touch is delicately soft, yet her grip is forceful. She lubricates her hand with a long lick of her palm and fingers as she gazes down into your eyes. When her wet hand closes again around your cock you nearly explode. You cry out with pleasure and she smothers your moan with her kiss, her tongue once more sliding into your mouth.

  You are not a very experienced kisser; there was only Jana Early, the plump girl at Candlefest, and Ella, the whore who took your coin at the Bawdy Maiden brothel in St. Ingbert. But you do not need to have kissed a hundred women to know that none can kiss so deeply or so thrillingly as a succubus. Her mouth seems to melt into yours, her tongue as sweet as honey-candy, her kiss serving her saliva lewdly.

  “Mmmmmmm!” You cry against her lips, arching and thrusting your straining cock into her warm grasp. You reach an exhilarating peak, the pleasure so overwhelming that your body shakes beneath her controlling grasp. Your moment of ecstasy gives way to the hot throbbing of your eruption. Spurt after spurt of your cum splashes Morelle’s arm, hand, and drips back down to coat your cock and her fingers. In the midst of this orgasmic release, you feel another pleasure, unique and new, pulsing like a counterpoint to each spasm of your climax.

  Morelle’s eyes glow with violet energy. She is feeding! She is consuming your soul piece by piece as you cum in her grasp. There is a faint sucking sensation from her lips against yours. She finally breaks the kiss, smiling with satisfaction, pressing a finger to the corner of her mouth as if catching a morsel that escaped her lips, and pronouncing, “Delicious! So very sweet! You will be a feast for me, Lucas.”