“I will try,” you say, only the words are muffled as Theora yanks your hair and forces your face roughly against the hot furrow of her sex. You stick your tongue out tentatively and Theora grinds her cunt into your face, forcing your tongue between your folds and smothering you in her naughty fragrance. You breathe in her hot body and thrust your tongue into the steamy sweetness of her cunt. You have little experience with women and certainly nothing like this before today.
But something about lying on your back with the most beautiful woman you have ever seen squatting on your face awakens your lust. You reach up and cradle her shapely hips and firm bottom. You lap at her sweet dew, running your tongue between her folds as she begins to move atop your face as if she is riding a man’s cock.
“Ooooh, there you have it, little farm boy,” she coos as she twitches her hips and rides her pussy against your tongue. “Have a good taste. MMmmm, you have some hope. Go on, suck it. Suck my clit.”
You are not even really certain what a “clit” is, but you feel around her delicate folds with your tongue, listening for her reaction. Your tongue collides with a slightly harder “pellet” of flesh atop her folds. Theora sucks in a breath through her teeth and follows it with a whimper of pleasure. Her pussy grows wetter and wetter as you tongue it. Her juices spill plentifully into your mouth, down your chin and even all over your nose as she rocks her hips and fucks against your face.
She begins to ride you so heavily that you have to push her away from your face each time you want to breathe. You only have enough time to suck in a gasping breath before Theora is back against your mouth, covering your nose and lips with her slippery cunt. You lick it greedily and, in the moments when you aren’t trying to breathe, you even squeeze and caress her firm bottom. She thrusts dow heavily against your mouth, crying out in a way that vibrates through her body.
“Yes, Lucas, yes!” She wails. “Suck it! Suck my clit!”
You feel that harder pellet beneath your lips and you press a kiss against it and try to suck it into your mouth. Theora wails in absolute ecstasy, bucking atop your mouth, but always returning the little bud of her clit to your sucking lips. The only things louder than the angel’s wanton wails of pleasure are the lewd sounds of your licking and sucking. Her thighs grasp your head tightly. Her body shakes as her ecstasy reaches its peak.
You are smothered so thoroughly by her quim that you nearly suffocate. When she finally lifts her weight from your face you gasp for air, your face hot with sweat and drenched in her nectar. You smile up at her in a daze.
“Now you have tasted heaven,” she says. “Shall I let you experience it?”
You rise slowly to your feet. Theora sits down on the hay bale and spreads her legs wide. She strokes her soaking slit, looking at you with lust-heavy eyes. “Come on then, hero of a thousand lives. You’ve been beaten by the monster girl, turned into her pleasure slave; you may as well stuff your cock into her.”
“Into you?” You say, marveling at her creamy thighs, the blushing mound of her cunt, and her heaving breasts, barely contained by her sheer gown.
“Yes, that’s the idea,” she says, petting her pink pussy and spreading it wider with her fingers. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“No!” You protest, but the truth is you aren’t far from one. Your first was fumbling with plump Jana Eerly at the Candlefest celebration in St. Ingbert. Your only other time was last harvest, a good year, when you had just enough coin to spare to buy a roll in the bed of a local whore. She was kind, but it was over too quickly and you regretted not spending that coin on extra food over the winter.
“Perhaps you aren’t,” says Theora, squinting at you. “So show me you know how to use that cock.”
You grunt with animal lust, unbuckling your belt and unbuttoning your trousers. She laughs softly at the sight of your cock in your hands.
“Not much to work with,” she says. “But I suppose it will do.”
You look down at your cock. You never thought it was small, but you’ve not seen many cocks. You feel a pang of anger at having your manhood insulted and you have the sudden urge to show this damned mocking angel what you can do with it. You growl as you practically lunge at Theora. You kiss her savagely, thrusting your tongue into her mouth and surprising her as you move your hips and seek the hot furrow of her cunt with your hardness.
“Ohhhh yes,” she gasps against your kiss. “Don’t hold back, little farm boy. Fuck me!”
Your straining tip finds her slick groove and you thrust your hips, sheathing every inch of your manhood in her hot, slippery quim in a single stroke. You cry out, “AAaaaaahhhh!” as you press deep into Theora’s clutching channel.
She laughs against your lips, murmuring, “That’s it, Lucas. Give me your essence. Fuck me properly.”
You hold nothing back. After a moment, you cannot even kiss her; you are too intent on sawing your cock in and out of her dripping cunt. Your body slaps against hers. She folds her long legs around you, pulling you deeper. She lifts her gown up even higher, over the perfect, soft mounds of her breasts so you can see her pale hillocks heaving with each stroke. She plays with her pale pink nipples, her blue eyes blazing with lust as you fuck desperately into her.
“Oh, gods,” you cry, feeling your pleasure rising quickly and your balls tightening against your root.
“No point fighting it, farm boy,” moans Theora. “You may not… oooh… be a virgin, but you’ve never fucked a woman like me.”
It’s the truth. She’s so perfectly beautiful that you cannot look away from her. Each thrust drives you closer to a massive orgasm and you cannot stop yourself. You want to feel that pleasure. You want to spill your seed deep inside her beautiful body. Her tight quim seems to grip at you with every stroke, massaging you with her hot, slick channel as you reach your limit.
“I’m going to… to cum!” You cry.
“Yes, that’s it,” laughs Theora. “Give it all to me, little farm boy!”
“AAAAHHHH!” You ram hard into her depths, the squeezing heat of her pussy overpowering your last remaining resistance. Pleasure rushes through you, gripping you for a long moment as you look down at her jiggling curves, into her blue eyes, and release your hot cum in powerful spasms of pleasure. You feel your seed pumping into her, slipping and sliding around your cock with every stroke.
“Oooooh, yes, fill me up!” Theora moans, arching against you and pulling you deeper with her legs around your waist.
You thrust until your cock becomes too sensitive. Her inner walls give you a final squeeze, milking out the last drops of your orgasm. She lets you out of her creamy depths and your cock leaves her with a lewd slurp. You stagger back, eyes wide as you gaze upon her beautiful body now defiled by your seed. Your white cream drips from her blushing cunt.
“If I were an actual monster girl,” she says, playing her fingers in her creamy pussy, “I would never let you stop. I would drain your cum for all eternity or suck out your essence until you collapse from exhaustion.”
She rises smoothly to her feet and saunters up to you. She leans close, as if she means to kiss you, and even though your cock has gone flaccid, you feel it beginning to stir again as her nipples brush against your shirt.
“Some monster girls are too strong to be attacked. Others are vulnerable to a direct assault. You must learn to discern which is which.” She taps her fingers on your glistening cock, making it twitch. “Now clean up and put this away. I will be waiting outside.”
She wiggles her fingers and summons a burst of steam between her thighs, washing away your filthy seed. You marvel at her exquisite beauty as she pulls her gown back on and saunters out of the barn.
You draw up water from the well pump and use it to clean away your spunk and the sweet-smelling musk of Theora’s quim. You are ashamed that you could not satisfy the beautiful angel, but how could she have expected you to do anything else when confronted with her holy beauty?
Your face is red with shame as you fina
lly exit the barn and find her waiting in the slivery moonlight, leaned against a fence and staring up at the starry night
“The heavens look much less impressive from down here,” she says, gazing upward. “The moon dominates them, but the moon is the most boring of all, I assure you.”
“Um, okay,” you say, not sure how to respond to that.
She sighs and pushes off of the fence. “Well, 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 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 Sanctum
Begin your quest
Fight them
You are not about to hand over the profits from your entire harvest to these thugs. You are not going to let them condemn your sister to being thrown out of the wizard’s academy. You snarl with anger, leaping from the back of the cart and knock Johan Gedry back a few steps.
“Bastards!” You scream, swinging wildly and barely connecting with Johan’s raised arms.
He stumbles back and you press forward, swinging again, aiming for his head. You have him!
CRACK! Pain explodes through your side as one of Johan’s brother’s swings at your body with his club. The blow takes the breath out of you, staggering you forwards. Another blow, this time to the side of your knee, sends you to the ground. You look up, gasping for breath, tears of pain welling in your eyes.
The Gedry brothers clothes in on you and one of the stocky younger brothers asks, “Should we kill him?”
“No, not him,” says Johan. “Just a stupid farmboy. Ain’t worth having the town guard hunting us for murders.”
The brother who asked grunts in disappointment and shoves you over onto your back. You lie there on the ground, trying to catch your breath, as the Johan cuts off your coin purse and the other two brothers search your pockets. The brother who wanted to kill you finds the apple you had brought home from the market as your solitary reward for the harvest and he takes it.
“Next time, just hand over the money,” sneers Johan. He gives you a parting kick in the side. His brothers smack your mules, startling them and sending them wild and clattering away with the cart.
The Gedry brothers disappear into the dark forest as if they were never there. You lie there on your back for a long time, catching your breath, before finally and wordlessly rolling onto your knees and getting on your feet. Your body aches, but nothing seems broken. You set off towards home, staggering from the pain as you slowly emerge from the dark forest and walk to your distant farmhouse. It is dark by the time you arrive at your little farmhouse.
You are relieved to see Old Joe and Betsy drinking from the water trough outside the barn. The cart is still carried between them. If you had lost your donkeys and your cart you really would have been left with no chance. Not that you have much of one heading into winter. A few turnips and enough wheat to get you through the cold, but nothing to trade that hasn’t already been traded out of your tiny farmhouse. You’ve even sold the lanterns and resorted to using cheap candles you made yourself.
Rather than letting despair set in, you get to work freeing the donkeys from the yoke. You lead them through the gate and into the small pasture. Your lone dairy cow, Ida, lifts her head from the brown grass and moos plaintively. She looks to need milking.
You’re incredible sore from being beaten, but you know the agony Ida will suffer if you leave her overnight. You ladle yourself some water, dump more over your sweat-stiffened hair, and grab a stool and bucket to milk your cow.
“Hey, girl,” you say, patting her skinny shoulders. “Let me take care of you.”
She eats some alfalfa hay out of your hand as you sit on the stool and milk her. You give her another pat before straining and sealing the milk in one of the bottles for the cellar. You head out of the barn, the night dark and the moon hidden by clouds. There is a chill in the air despite the late summer warmth earlier in the day. You can faintly see your breath.
You head towards the house, already mentally skipping a bowl of porridge so that you can sprawl exhausted in your bed. After a day like today, at least you have that bed.
As you are shutting the gate to the pasture you happen to look up and notice a strange star glowing brightly in the sky. It takes you a moment to realize the star is getting bigger and brighter. It swells until it is nearly as big as the moon you can faintly see.
BOOOOM! The sound splits the night, startling your animals and somehow echoing from the open fields. A moment later, the glowing star streaks over your barn, flashing bright white as it collides with a tree just outside your pasture. The tree splits with a tremendous crack and disappears in a fountain of earth and a cloud of smoke.
You stand there for several seconds, staring in shock and not even believing what you have witnessed. It is on the very edge of your property. There is no ignoring something like this on your own land. You hurry into the barn, fetch a pitchfork, and head out to investigate the smoldering hole in the ground.
CONTINUE >
The Easily Defeated Hero’s Monster Girl Adventure
Book 2: The Slime Girl
By Amanda Clover
@amandasmut
Art created for the cover by Delacroix_Legion
A reward for recent heroism
You are the chosen warrior of Veleda, the goddess of healing and war. It is your duty to battle the monster girls that are supposedly on the rise throughout the country of Lorraine. You have even defeated your first foe, a wily young succubus named Morelle. She is now an ally, kept in the palace that is hidden within the crystal in the pommel of the holy sword of Veleda.
You are a true hero.
Spending the last three straight days brewing cider and making apple mash does not feel very heroic. The apples weren’t ready to be harvested, they’re still too sour, but this was the only way to make the money your sister needs. She has no idea that you were robbed by the low down Gedry brothers on the way back from selling the family farm’s harvest in the village of St. Ingbert. She certainly has no idea you were chosen by Veleda to fight monster girls.
You sigh and begin to tap the cider into the jugs for sale at market. Your small farmhouse is sweltering hot from boiling mash and reeks of fermentation. Sweat drips into your eyes and slicks your slender frame. You long ago stripped down to your underwear with just a work apron to keep you from scalding your thighs with hot mash.
Fourteen more jugs and then you will fill your mule cart.
“Well, now this smells horrible,” says Theora, appearing suddenly behind you as she tends to do.
The beautiful blonde angel of Veleda stands almost a foot taller than you. Her skin is as pale as alabaster and her eyes as cold and blue as an autumn lake. Her smile always seems a little bit contemptuous. In the confines of your house, her feathered wings are folded against her back. You cannot help but notice that her immaculate white gown clings to her shapely body revealing every contour of her breasts, ample hips, and bottom. You can even make out the pink of her nipples beneath the sheer gown.
“I explained this to you yesterday. I have to sell this at the market in St. Ingbert or my sister will get kicked out of the Academy of Wizards and Alchemists in Elzeheim.” You cork the jug you were filling and pick up one of the empty jugs to begin filling it with the strong cider. “You could help me, you know.”
“I’m sure aiding in the labors of mortals is against some sort of rule,” she says. “No, I think I am going to go get some fresh air. Perhaps I can track down a monster girl since you do not seem inclined to find one yourself.”
“I
thought Veleda was supposed to give us a sign,” you snap back.
“Yes, well, vigilance is an important quality for a hero. At the very least you should be training, not filling pottery with this disgusting liquid you are producing in your hovel.”
“You know, I wouldn’t have to do this if I could take things out of the crystal sanctuary.” You open the tap on the cider barrel and the filling jug grows heavier in your grasp. “I tried to bring some cakes out yesterday and they turned to smoke in my arms. You could have told me…”
You glance over your shoulder. Theora is already gone from the house, disappearing as suddenly and silently as she arrived. She tends to do that too.
You sigh again, even louder than before, and focus on the hard work ahead of you. Through the long night, you labor on brewing and filling jugs. In the morning, after a short sleep, you load the heavy jugs into your mule cart.
You climb up onto the cart and are making preparations to leave when you see two men approaching across your field. One is tall and lean and the other stocky. The heavier man’s face is like a slightly squished version of the taller man.
They’re the Woodley brothers, two of your neighbors. Dale Woodley is the taller man and Ernie Woodley is the heavier man. You rescued them from the depraved lust of the succubus. They look like they have managed to recover from their life-draining encounter with the monster girl. Dale is carrying a bundle of something and Ernie is pushing a wheelbarrow.
“Lucas, my boy!” Ernie calls.
“Hey-o Ernie, Dale.” You jump down from the cart and walk over to them. “How are you feeling?”
The men laugh with embarrassment. Ernie scratches his thinning hair.
“Well enough,” says Dale. “I think I was mostly parched.”
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