The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Oohhhhhh gods,” you gasp as the incredible softness and warmth of those massive tits swallow up your cock. Only the purple tip of your cockhead is still visible protruding from her creamy mounds as she squeezes them tightly around your shaft.

  “The gods made me, I expect,” she laughs. “But I think I deserve a bit of the credit.”

  “Ohhh y-yeah, right,” you say, grinning stupidly at her as she squeezes her soft breasts from the sides and begins to wank your cock between them. You watch in awe as Ella moves against your lap, rocking her tits up and down your purple cock, making it disappear completely as she slides up and reappear like a medallion from her cleavage as she slides down again.

  Her lips part enticingly and on a whim you hunch over and kiss Ella on her mouth. She is surprised, stiffening for a moment, but does not pull away. In fact, she recovers so quickly that her tongue thrusts into your mouth. You moan together and her lips bounce against yours as she continues to move her breasts up and down your cock.

  “You want to cum?” She gasps, looking into your eyes from only a finger’s distance. “Give me your seed, Lucas. Paint my bosom with your manly milk.”

  “Ohhhhh, Ella,” you groan, your cock surging with pleasure. Her tits softly pat against your thighs on the downward stroke and squeeze around your cockhead on the upward. You thrust against the soft underside of her breasts, making them bounce with each stroke between them. It becomes impossible to kiss her as you lean back and watch your cock thrusting through her tits.

  “Do it,” she pants, her smoky eyes pleading. “Cum for me, Lucas.”

  “Ahhhhhh! Yessss!” You cry aloud, slamming your cock into her squeezed tits, into that warm channel between her soft cushions. Your pleasure surges through you, gripping you in fluttering ecstasy until you feel your cock throb between Ella’s tits.

  “Yes!” She agrees, a smile on her full lips as your cum spurts from between her mounds and splashes over and between her flushed breasts. She milks your gushing hardness with her breasts, squeezing and wanking you expertly to work out ever twitch and splash of cum. When she finally frees your spent cock from her cleavage, you see the mess you have made. Her inner valley is rubbed red and your cream decorates your cock and her mounds.

  “That was… wonderful,” you pant, admiring her plentiful titflesh marked with your cum.

  “Let’s clean up a bit,” she says, picking up a wet washcloth and mopping cum from her breasts and your cock. You gasp at the contact with your overly sensitive cock. “I’m glad I could take care of you tonight, Lucas. Come back any time and I will be happy to relax you again.”

  She gives you a kiss on the cheek and slowly rises to her feet. She dresses with practiced efficiency; you’re still fumbling to get your trousers buckled by the time her hair is fixed and she is ready to depart. She checks to be sure you are decent before sliding open the curtain covering the entrance to the lounge.

  “See you around, sweetie,” she says with a wink.

  “Th-thank you,” you call, but she is already moving off into the bar and searching for her next customer.

  You decide not to stick around and finish your drink. You head out of the brothel and return to your mules and your cart. Night has fallen over St. Ingbert, though it is still early and the streets are still fairly crowded. You guide the cart down the cobbled street and to the wide, dirty trade road leading out of town. It is a long journey back to your farm.

  CONTINUE >

  Stop! You didn’t mean to hurt her!

  Shock and guilt hit you with the force of a slap across the face. Looking down into Theora’s angry blue eyes, at the tears glistening on her cheeks, you finally comprehend the foolish mistake you have made. You jerk your cock out of her mouth and she gasps and swallows back a gag.

  “Oh, Theora,” you say. “Forgive me! I did not mean to hurt you!”

  “Thank you,” she croaks, rising to your feet as you take a step away. “I accept your apology. And in return…”

  She grabs your tunic and slams you to the ground with enough force to knock the breath from your lungs. You flop onto your back, helpless, with your cock sticking straight up from your groin. It still glistens shamefully with Theora’s saliva. Her blue eyes glow fiercely in the night with her holy fury.

  “A monster girl should receive NO mercy,” she declares. “You were weak, you took pity, and now I have YOU at my mercy.”

  You try to sit up and offer an explanation. She places one bare foot on your chest and pushes you back down into the grass.

  “Lie back, little Lucas,” she purrs, seeming to loom over you like a giantess. She moves her foot away and crouches down beside you. Her hand roams over your thigh and she grasps your stiff cock at its root. “I will show you what I can do with my mouth. See how long you can last.”

  Any thoughts you have of escaping Theora’s holy hands are abandoned as her mouth descends over your cock. Her blue eyes flare with magic as she gazes up at you and easily deepthroats your straining hardness. She bobs three times, her slick, velvet throat squeezing around your tip, and you nearly explode down her throat. Perhaps sensing this, Theora pulls off with a gasp, saliva trailing from her soft lips.

  “Oh, I am only starting with you, Lucas,” she laughs cruelly and tightly squeezes your cock at its root with her hand. You moan in despair as her angelic mouth descends on your bollocks, her hot tongue roaming all over your sweaty sack. Her lips part and she sucks one of your cum-filled eggs into her mouth. Precum trickles from your throbbing cock like wax from a melting candle, but her hand is gripping you so tightly there isn’t a chance you will cum.

  Her lips pop wetly, releasing your bullock from her suction. A moment later, she draws your other tender stone into her mouth. She teases you and torments you with her hot mouth on your balls for a seeming eternity. Your cock is purple and twitching with your heartbeat, but choked off at its root and unable to explode. You moan with the despair of being trapped on the brink of release.

  She pops her lips off your bollocks again and lifts her head slightly, a lock of golden hair hanging in her flushed face.

  “You desire to spill your seed,” she says. “Do not pretend otherwise. If that is what you wish, I will drink of your manly fount, but… only if you beg me.”

  “Yes, please,” you say. “Please, let me cum, Theora.”

  “Not good enough,” she says, covering your cockhead with her other hand and giving it a good squeeze. You moan almost girlishly as you feel your cum boiling to be released. Theora runs her tongue around the ridge of your glans and over your glistening slit. She presses a kisses to the very tip of your cock, stretching out a moonlit strand of your precum from her lips to your cockhead. “I want you to pledge your soul to me, Lucas.”

  “W-what?” You moan, watching in agony as her tongue teases over your cockhead once more.

  “You heard me, Lucas. Pledge that your soul belongs to me and I will allow you to cum in my mouth.” She flutters the tip of her tongue at your leaking slit. “You can refuse me, of course. And we can go back to your pitiful little farm without any more pleasure. What do you say?”

  The words leave your lips almost instantly.

  “I pledge my soul to you, Theora,” you cry out hoarsely. “It belongs to you. All of eternity and whatever else. Just, please, let me cum!”

  “Very well,” she says with a haughty laugh. She closes her eyes as if in concentration and her mouth descends once more upon your cock. As it does, she releases her grip on your root. Her warm, wet mouth engulfs your straining hardness. Your tip collides with the velvet barrier of her throat and her muscles shift and open to your cock. You let out a breathless cry of pleasure as her throat engulfs your ultra-sensitive tip.

  “Ahhhhhhhh!” You cry, grabbing her golden mane with both hands and thrusting your hips, burying every inch of your hardness in her mouth. Her throat constricts around your cock and it sends you plunging over the edge of ecstasy. Your cock seems to swell to bursting for a moment
and then your whole body is jerking with the force of your orgasmic pumps. Your cock jerks in Theora’s throat and you erupt your plentiful seed straight down the lovely angel’s throat.

  Her throat muscles ripple and massage your spurting cock. She looks up at you, the slightest tears in her eyes as she drinks your massive load straight into her belly. She does not relent until your cock has sputtered out every drop. Her lips slide back up your shaft and her mouth leaves your cock with a wet pop.

  “Of course,” she says, gasping for air, “we angels do not collect souls. They either belong to the goddess or not. But it is good to know to what pitiful lengths you would go to spill your seed.”

  She flashes you a cruel grin and rises from the ground. She covers her luscious body with dismaying haste, draping her perfect curves in the formless brown garment of her robe. You lie there on the ground, drained of your strength for a moment longer. She nudges you with her toes.

  “Come along, Lucas,” she says. “Let us return to your home.”

  “R-right,” you say, chastened as you pull on your clothes and follow Theora back to the mule cart.

  Although you feel the fool for pledging your soul to her as if she were a succubus, you cannot shake the image of her gazing up at you with watery eyes as you spurted your seed into her velvet throat. For a moment, she took you to heaven, and it was worth the price of your soul. You glance at her beside you on the cart and she gives you a stern look.

  As you emerge from the last stretch of wooded road, you see an intense ray of moonlight shining through the clouds onto your farm house. Theora squeezes your shoulder and points to the ray of light.

  “Veleda,” she says. "Hurry, the goddess is calling upon you."

  CONTINUE >

  Parley

  Oola the slime girl seems friendly. Perhaps too friendly, but she is able to talk. You reckon that as long as you keep your wits and some distance, you might be able to get the best of her. After all, she doesn’t seem very smart. Then again, looking at her lovely curves jiggling towards you, maybe you should just ask her to put an end to your struggle. Veleda is going to come and rescue you and you can use the opportunity to find out more about the slime girl’s capabilities.

  You imagine Theora would not approve, but she isn’t here to scold you.

  “Wait, Oola!” You say, holding up your sword defensively. “Let’s talk about this.”

  “Talk about this? What do you want to talk about, Lucas?” She giggles and her gelatinous body quivers with the sound. “I need your seed. Awooooo it’s so yummy-yummy!”

  She slithers closer and you have to hold up your glowing blade to ward her away.

  “Stop it!” You warn.

  “Oh, keep that mean sword away from me!” She pouts. “Come on, Lucas, I give you so much pleasure. The good-best pleasure! Awoooo!”

  “W-what sort of pleasure?” You ask, your cock twitching and your gaze taking in her bouncing breasts and jiggling hips.

  “Awwooo! I’ll make you squirt in my Jelly Bust!” She burbles, squeezing her huge breasts together between her biceps and leans forward, jiggling them enticingly. “Orr my Gooey Mouth technique could drain your seed! Mmmmm! I can suck it all out!”

  She blows you several full-lipped kisses and then whirls around suddenly, showing you her massive bottom with its glistening violet cheeks. She tosses the tendrils of her gooey hair and looks back at you over her shoulder, her back arched and her huge ass on display. “You like that, Lucas? You want me to use big Juicy Juicy Butt?”

  Each of her offers seems more enticing than the last. Your cock is painfully stiff in your trousers and all you want to do is sink your hard cock into her cool, shapely slime. The pleasure would surely be excruciatingly wonderful.

  No! You must fight such urges! Keep your wits!

  “Come on, Lucas!” She burbles, whirling back around, her huge breasts swinging and bouncing wildly. She slithers towards you, her feet never leaving the floor. Her sweet scent fills your nostrils and you feel almost dizzy.

  Despite your weakness, you can see Oola’s weakness as well. She is mimicking the flirtatious motions of a human woman, exaggerated by her voluptuous slime, but she seems to be acting almost on instinct. There is blankness in her translucent eyes.

  Oola, for lack of a better word, is dumb. If you can look past how badly you want to leap at her and jam your cock into her slimy body, perhaps you can use her lack of intelligence to trick her into a bargain. If you banish her with your sword, she will end up in the Crystal Sanctum. You could visit her there and let her have your seed. If you can convince her that she will have an endless supply of the cum she craves, maybe she will simply let you defeat her.

  Could it really be that easy?

  “Lucas, please,” she burbles, slinking a little closer. “I need your warm boy seed inside me!”

  What do you do?

  Try to trick her into a deal

  Give in to her Jelly Bust

  Ask for her Gooey Mouth

  Offer yourself to her Juicy Juicy Butt

  Relax with Hina’s help

  Looking at the beautiful, blue-haired, blue-eyed golem, it is hard not to feel your cock stiffen and recall the ways she has already demonstrated her ability to give you pleasure. Now that you have had a taste, you crave more and you actually appreciate the efficient and cheery way she offers up her pleasure.

  Your cock stirs and your face goes hot as you stare at her. She blinks her oversized eyes and smiles happily.

  “What is it, master?”

  "I was wondering if, well, if you could take care of me," you say to Hina.

  “Of course, master, let's go to your suite,” says the guide Hina. “The model in your bedchamber is better equipped to service your needs.”

  You hesitate, so taken by the delicate beauty of the automaton before you that you embrace her right there. Instead, you follow her up the stairs to your massive private apartment within the palace. The enormous four poster bed is hung with gauzy fabric and silks that ripple in the soft, warm breeze through the windows of your bedchamber. The pleasure Hina stirs, half-seen through the hanging fabric as she crawls to the edge of the bed. She pokes her head through these curtains and greets you with a mischievous smile and her gleaming pink eyes.

  “Master? Do you desire pleasure?” She asks happily. “I would be happy to initiate level 2 pleasure for you today.”

  “L-level 2?” You say, stumbling towards the bed and away from the guide Hina. She ducks out the door to your suite, leaving you with the pleasure Hina.

  “Mmmm, yes, master,” purrs the pleasure Hina. “Oral stimulation. I would very much enjoy extracting your seed with my mouth.”

  “Oh, gods,” you murmur as she beckons you closer with a curled finger.

  She reaches her hand through the drapes and unbuckles your belt. Her faintly glowing pink eyes are lidded with desire as she opens your trousers and slides them down your hips. Her hands are soft and slightly cool as one cradles your bollocks and the other wraps around your cock. You let out a groan of pleasure as Hina’s mouth descends upon your cock.

  The warmth of her mouth is a surprise. The tightness and the suction are a little more expected, but no less leg-trembling as she begins to bob her head on your cock. She takes your hardness deep into her mouth without hesitation, sliding her wet mouth down to your root and gulping your cock into her warm, clutching throat. Her inner workings massage your shaft and your sensitive tip before she slides back up, releasing you from her throat to be stroked by her swirling tongue.

  “Ohhhhh, Hina,” you moan. “This is… I can’t…”

  “Mmmmmmmmm,” she replies, popping her lips free of your cockhead. Your tip is swollen almost purple and glistens with her mysterious saliva. “You may cum as many times as you like into my mouth, master. I will swallow it all.”

  Before you can offer a reply, her luscious lips descend once more and she exerts deep suction on your cock, pulling you into her throat with ease wi
th each bob of her head. You rest your hands on Hina’s bare shoulders, admiring the jiggling of her pure white breasts beneath her and her arched back widening into her shapely hips and the lovely heart-shaped mounds of her bottom. Lost in this sight and the erotic pleasure of her relentless sucking, your climax reaches you with a sudden surge.

  “Ahhhh!” You cry, thrusting forward, your bollocks slapping gently against her chin. Sheathed deep in her throat, your cock thrums with pleasure and, after an excruciating moment perched upon the edge of ecstasy, you erupt down her throat.

  “Hmmmhhmmm,” Hina hums around you, the vibrations stimulating your twitching cock as you pump her automaton gullet full of your seed. Spent, you try to stagger back, yet Hina does not relent. As you fall to the floor beside the bed, she slinks of the bed, her lips never relinquishing their sucking grip on your cock. Stimulated past the point of your climax, you wail in delicious torment, your cock remaining stiff in her warm wet grip.

  “Hina, please,” you moan and writhe beneath her.

  She does not relent. She looks up at you with a delighted glow in the glassy pink perfection of her eyes and she sucks you even more enthusiastically than before. Your toes curl in your boots and you are helpless to fend her off as she pulls you to the agonizing pleasure of a second orgasm. So quickly after the first, it has a strange, exhilarating feel to it. You are no longer in control and Hina demand your spurting seed. You can only oblige her as you pump her sucking throat full of another load of your cum.

  “Please… Hina… enough,” you gasp.

  She pops her mouth from your wet, twitching, and very red cock.

  “But master,” she protests. “There is more seed to be extracted from you. Please. I want every drop.”