The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “I’ve never felt anything like it,” you moan and it is the truth. Ella has some mastery of her hand and your cock that is quickly working you to the edge of your climax. You tense against her, watching her tits jiggling with each pump of her fist.

  “Cum for me,” she purrs with her lips against your ear.

  You both watch as your cock darkens to a deep purple in her grasp, your entire length glistening with the precum she has spread with her fingertips. You squirm against her on the sofa, her leg hold you down as you fuck your cock into her soft grip.

  “Ahhhhh!” You cry as the intensity of your pleasure builds. Her hand beats up and down your rigid length. Her fast slapping softly against you as it strokes down to your root and back up against to your mushroom cap. You feel almost as if you are falling and you cannot stop. It reminds you of the first time the succubus made you cum. You twist against her, unable to escape, feeling the pleasure rise and rise until it is an almost painful ecstasy.

  “That’s it,” purrs Ella. “Spill your seed upon my thigh.”

  She aims your cock slightly forward and in that moment your cum explodes from your tip with powerful spasms that launch a milky rope almost straight up. It splashes against Ella’s creamy thigh, droplets decorating her stocking as she squeezes you in her hand and deftly milks your spurting member.

  “Oh, my, look at all that,” she laughs with amusement as spurt after spurt bursts from your cock and coats her thigh and her hand. “You were very pent up, Lucas. You need to come and see me more often to work out all your excess seed.”

  “Ohhhh,” is the only response you can manage. The tension is gone. You slump back onto the sofa as your cock gives a final twitch and begins to wilt in Ella’s grasp. She plucks a wet washcloth from somewhere on the floor and cleans off her thigh and your messy prick. You hear a clink of coins and lift your head to see her taking the correct number from your coin purse. You weakly croak, “Take another.”

  “Thank you,” she says and gives you a kiss on the cheek. For a moment her warm, ample body is pressed to yours. And then she is on her feet and moving to the curtain. She casts you a glance over her shoulder and says, “Might want to tuck him away.”

  You look down at your cock and hurry to stuff it into your trousers as Ella opens the curtain and returns to the brothel. No one is paying attention as you button up and get to your feet. You go to the bar and finish your drink, feeling much lighter and happier. You look for Ella to say a proper farewell, but the veteran whore is already climbing the stairs with another customer. You only glimpse him for a moment as they disappear into her private room, but he looks familiar.

  Whoever it was, you hope they didn’t see you in the brothel. You drain the last of your drink and head outside. Darkness has fallen over St. Ingbert, although the shops are still open and there are quite a few people still at the market. You gather up your mules and climb into your cart. You set off for home. Soon, the cobbled road gives way to the wider dirt trade road into the countryside.

  CONTINUE >

  Special Ability

  Facing off against the disturbingly inhuman beauty of Oola, you know you must call upon your training and the power of Veleda and use one of your special abilities. Theora has trained you in two special abilities. Dervish Strike unleashes a spinning flurry of strikes against your enemy and Startle Eye creates a flash of light that can disorient and even blind foes.

  Oola reads your hesitation as weakness and begins to press closer. You backpedal down the hall, considering your options.

  “Awoooo!” The slime girl burbles excitedly. “I will make your warm boy body feel good in my cool slime! Don’t run away!”

  Although Oola has formed eyes in her slime face that resemble human eyes, they are made of the same slime as the rest of her. Would a flash of light really blind a creature that does not have any normal eyes?

  Your sword seems to harm her, but would wielding it with a Dervish Strike make you more vulnerable to her slime attacks?

  You realize you had better decide quickly as Oola advances and backs you towards the bend in the tunnel.

  Which special ability do you use?

  Dervish Strike

  Startle Eye

  Give in to her Jelly Bust

  The thought of tricking Oola flees your mind as you stare at the glistening, violet mounds of her breasts. She seems to sense your interest and she begins to fondle them, lifting and squeezing them, revealing their softness as she plucks at her fat nipples.

  “Y-your Jelly Bust, um, would be…”

  “You want to give your seed to my big boobs?” She burbles with delight. “Awooo! I’m happy to suck out every drop with my tits, just for you, Lucas!”

  Before you have a chance to answer, Oola lunges at you and seems to drop to her knees. Her soft, slippery hands curl into your trousers and she drags them down your legs below your knees. Your hard cock springs free and Oola burbles with delight.

  “So nice,” she says, wrapping a cool, slimy hand around your cock. “So warm! Awoo!”

  “Ohhhh… gods,” you moan, unable to keep a grin off your face as Oola strokes your cock with one soft hand and your stones with her other. “Veleda, forgive me.”

  “Awooo! My hands are nice, now let me drain you with my Jelly Bust!” She sprouts a completely new pair of arms to squeeze her breasts tightly. In a moment, she leans forward, arching her back to thrust out her jiggling breasts. Your cock is completely engulfed in the cool squeeze of her cleavage. You can see your hardness within the translucent prison of her gelatinous breasts. The sensation is incredible, pressing in on you from every side and seeming to ripple and squeeze. It is cool and quite slippery.

  Oola begins to stroke you with her breasts, pumping them up and down your rigid manhood, rippling excitedly around your cock, and seeming to suck at your swallowed cockhead. She looks up at you, a smile on her translucent face as she burbles, “Lucas, your warm human boy cock feels so wonderful. Fuck my boobies with your cock, okay? I neeeeeed your seed!”

  The sensation of her gelatinous cleavage cradling and massaging your straining cock is incredible and you need little encouragement to rest your hands on her translucent shoulders and begin fucking her magnificent mounds. Your cock slips and slides between those orbs that seem to swell and engorge with even more of her slimy body. Her nipples are enormous and dripping with sweet-smelling slime and her entire body undulates and ripples to move her breasts around your cock.

  You begin working your hips, gasping with hopeless abandon as you pump your cock into the soft, slurping space between her mounds. Or is it between them? As you look, you realize her huge breasts have closed completely around your cock and your hardness is pushing in and out of her gelatinous body. Your twitching cock is visible inside her translucent body, buried in her gelatinous chest.

  “Oh, gods,” you mutter, shocked by the sight, but unable to resist the pleasure as her inner slime swirls around your sensitive cockhead.

  “Awoooo! Can feel your seed, drip-drip-drip, Lucas!” Oola burbles excitedly. “Squirt it out into my boobies, sweet warm boy. Give me all the hot seed!”

  She jiggles and shudders and squeezes against you. It seems almost as if she is trying to swallow you up in her gelatinous body. Yet, you no longer care. As the pleasure rises to an exhilarating peak, all you can do is fuck mindlessly into the sweet, slimy prison of her breasts. Your hips spank against the soft jelly of her bust and your cock drives deep into her violet gelatin. The rush of your orgasm gives way with a wordlessly cry of pleasure into the first burst of your seed.

  “Awwwwoooooo!” Oola sings and jiggles contentedly. “Feed me cum, Lucas!!”

  You arch hard, thrusting to the hilt into her jiggling chest and watching in fascination as your spurts of cum become milky clouds that swirl inside Oola’s translucent body. You thrust again and again, nearly in tears at the pleasure, pouring your clouds of cum into her perfect pectin.

  “So yummy-yummy!” The slime burbl
es as you slump backwards and your cock leaves her chest with a lewd slurp. You begin to topple over, completely enervated by the pleasure of being drained by the slime girl. She catches you in her soft slime, cradling you as she lowers you to the floor. She forms above you, literally radiant with her fresh power. Your sword and quest are forgotten as Oola mounts you and swallows not only your cock but your hips and thighs and lower abdomen in the cool, molten pleasure of her slime.

  “Give me time,” you moan, knowing you are defeated but too exhausted to go again so soon.

  “Lots of time,” she burbles. “All the time you need, Lucas. I will take good care.”

  She leans over you, splattering her huge breasts into your face. She cradles your head with one hand and squeezes her mounds against you. Her sweet scent is tinged with a hint of your musk. Her breasts squirm and one of her fat nipples presses against your lips. You open your mouth to moan and the nipple pushes inside. Suddenly, your mouth is completely filled with a gush of cool, sweet nectar.

  “Drink juice, Lucas, you feel so much better,” she says, stroking your head in her slimy hands and feeding you her strange juice from her fat teat. One swallow of the delicious nectar is enough to latch your lips to her breast. You suckle her like a babe and as you nurse her cunt massages and sucks at your cock. It draws your manhood back to full hardness in no time at all and Oola burbles with happiness and begins to ride atop your cock.

  There is no escape, you realize, sucking wantonly at her refreshing slime juice. Oola has made you her slave and you are here for nothing but her pleasure and her… food? Is that what you are to her?

  Instead of answers, you lose your thoughts in the heat of another orgasm. You thrust upwards, pushing against her silky soft thighs and driving your cock deep. Through her translucent bosom, you can see the hints of her shape and your throbbing cock within her glowing slime, twitching and spurting out shot after shot of your seed deep into the happy slime girl.

  “Soooo much,” she burbles with delight. “More! More! Give it all to me, Lucas!”

  Her ride atop your cock never slows as she bounces and jiggles and works to drain you of even more of your seed. You are helpless to resist her. You have been beaten by the slime girl.

  CONTINUE >

  Go back to the bar

  You refuse to sit down and watch Johan Gedry fucking the woman who turned you into a man. You grab your clothes and start to pull on your trousers.

  “Afraid of my cock, huh?” Johan laughs and slides his length out of Ella’s glistening cunt. He turns and wags his hardness in your direction. “Maybe next time I see you on the road I’ll give you a sound buggering. Save money on whores!”

  “If you try it, I’ll cut that off,” you say as you stuff your feet into your unlaced boots.

  Johan’s expression hardens. You tense, afraid that he might decide to fight you and unsure how you will brawl with a man with his cock out. A smile creeps back onto Johan’s face and he shrugs dismissively.

  “See you around, farm boy,” he chuckles. “Be sure to carry plenty of coins.”

  Ella flashes you a sympathetic look. You turn away and pull on your shirt. A moment later the bed begins loudly creaking and the beautiful, dark-haired whore resume moaning with pleasure. You can actually hear the sound of Johan’s cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. His body thrusts against hers with soft slaps of flesh on flesh.

  Your face burns with humiliation and you hurry out of the room still buttoning up your tunic. It is a relief to be out of the sex-thick atmosphere of the private room and return to the noise of the carousing in the tavern. You consider simply leaving, but after running into Johan Gedry you decide that you need something to rinse out the taste. You sigh and drop heavily onto a stool at the bar. The barkeeper sees your dismal expression and pours you a tall cup of Talavian brandy.

  The liqueur burns down your throat and warms your belly. It’s far stronger than the cider you made from the winter apples and by the second cup it has begun to melt away your anger and dismay. You polish off the second and motion the bartender for a third.

  “You sure, kid?” He growls, looking you over. “You’re mighty scrawny to be downing three of these.”

  “Scrawny?” You smack your hands on the bar and knocking over someone’s ale. “I’m the Hero of a Thousand Lives! I’m the chosen champion of Veleda! Some day there will be a statue of me standing in the square!”

  “Gonna be a tombstone for you tomorrow if you don’t watch it,” snarls one of the other patrons at the bar, mopping up his spilled drink.

  The bartender shakes his head and pours you another brandy. You make a show of downing half of it in a single gulp.

  “I could use a drink,” says a husky woman’s voice from behind you.

  A feminine hand reaches around and gently takes the cup from your grasp. You turn in your stool to see Ella, looking a composed as when she first met you at the bar, a knowing smile on her face. She looks into your eyes as she finishes your brandy. You resist the urge to smile at the beautiful whore. After all, you are angry with her.

  “I should be on the road,” you say, starting to rise from your stool.

  Ella presses a hand to your chest and holds you on your seat. She leans closer, her lips glistening with the sweet brandy. “You could be on your way. Or… you could walk back up those stairs and do what you came here to do.”

  Her lovely bust, corseted once more, is as enticing as the day you met Ella Deneva. Yet, your pride is still wounded and you cannot escape the image of Johan, gloating with his cock buried in her dark-thatched cunt. The brandy is hot in your blood as you declare, “I will not plow the same field as Johan Gedry.”

  Ella’s sweet smile slips for an instant. You see a cold flash of anger in her eyes. She recovers and strokes your tunic with her hands, smiling once more and tempting you with her perfumed flesh.

  “You seem to have a history with him,” she murmurs. “Come upstairs and I promise you will forget all about that man.”

  She tilts her chin up a bit and adds, “I won’t wait long, Lucas.”

  She turns with a rustle of her skirt and ascends the staircase. Her wide hips swing enticingly and as she nears the top you have a fine glimpse under her skirt at her generous, panty-cradled bottom.

  “Go after her, ya fool,” growls the man who threatened you over his spilled drink. “Go or I’ll walk upstairs and fuck that one me-self.”

  You glance and the bug-eyed older man and his ugly face snaps you out of your reverie. You hasten to mount the stairs and join Ella Deneva in her bedroom. You practically batter the door down as you lurch into the tiny bedroom.

  “Ah! I thought I heard you thumping up the stairs after me!” She whirls and you catch her in your arms. Before you can let doubt or inexperience get in the way, you kiss her. Your lips press against her soft, pillowy lips. You pull her body against yours, her breasts nearly surging from the top of her corset as you hold her tight. You thrust your tongue into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of the brandy lingering there.

  “Mmmmhmmmm,” she laughs against your kiss, her tongue beginning to thrust against yours. You feel her hand against your trousers and your stiff cock twitches beneath her touch. She breaks the kiss and purrs, “I prefer a nice little farm boy over some rough brigand.”

  She gives your cock a rough squeeze through your trousers and you moan against her lips. You can’t help but remember how long Johan Gedry’s cock was and how it gave Eva such pleasure. Then all of your inadequacies are forgotten as she drops to a crouch before you, unbuckles your belt, and pulls out your stiff cock. She looks up at you with those big, exotic, and smoky eyes as she engulfs your hard tip in her soft mouth. The warmth and wetness surrounds your straining tip. You feel nearly as if you are going to cum the first time she bobs her lips down your rigid length.

  Somehow, you hold back, resting a hand in her silky, dark hair as she slurps softly on your cock. She smiles with her eyes, laughing around you and cradling yo
ur cock with her tongue as she suckles at your manhood. You feel as if your hardness is going to melt into her sucking mouth. Her saliva glistens on your shaft and begins to drip down your balls. You want to lose yourself in that warm, urgent suction and blast her mouth full of your cum.

  You gaze down at her jiggling cleavage and her wide hips and you know you must have more. You gently push her head away from your cock. Her lips pop as they leave your glistening, red mushroom tip.

  “You can cum in my mouth,” she pants. “I’ll swallow every drop, sweetie.”

  “N-no,” you say. “I want you. I want to make love with you.”

  “Love?” She giggles. “None of that, Lucas, but I’ll give you a go if that’s what you want.”

  She rises to her feet once more and shares a salt-tinged kiss. She steps back to her dingy bed and frees her ample breasts from her corset. She beckons you to her and you embrace more, drunk on brandy, hands exploring her soft, warm mounds and plucking at her thick nipples. You dip your face to her chest and she cradles you there as you inhale her perfume and smother yourself in the soft pillows of her bosoms. Your kiss explores her hills and valley and your tongue finds a nipple. You draw her bud into your mouth and she moans softly as you suck at her nipple.

  “That’s it,” she moans. “Suck them both. Suck them… ahhhh… yes! There! Harder!”

  Your mouth pops with suction on her areola. You draw her teat against your lips and batter her bud with your tongue. Despite your eagerness to fondle, kiss, and suck Ella’s creamy mounds, your hand delves lower. As you suck at her breast, your hand presses between her shapely thighs and you peel aside the gusset of her crimson panties. She gasps and holds you tighter against her breasts as your fingers find her cunt.