The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “How disappointing,” laughs Theora. “Do not slow down Hina. Milk him continuously.”

  “Yes, Lady Theora,” replies the automaton, squeezing and stroking your spent manhood.

  “No! Wait! Please!” You cry. The sensation of Hina firmly wanking your overly-sensitive cock is agonizing. You wriggle and buck, but cannot escape Theora and Hina combined.

  “Yes, Lady Theora,” replies the automaton, squeezing and stroking you as the spunk covering your cock grows frothy with friction. The pungent smell of your seed fills your nostrils. Theora smiles with cruel amusement as you whimper helplessly. Your cock never goes soft in the practiced, oily grip of Hina.

  If anything, your second orgasm arrives even more quickly and violently than the first. You arch on the couch, trying to escape Theora’s grasp and pressing your head back into her soft breasts. You thrust into Hina’s grasp, crying out through clenched teeth as a single spurt of seed is flung against her smooth white breasts. The following spurts spill over your thighs and down your bollocks and coat her hands in your strong-smelling spunk.

  “Proceed!” Theora commands and the agony resumes almost as soon as your orgasm is done.

  “No more,” you plead, trying to twist out of their grasp, but unable to escape. Hina soon as your purple, twitching cock on the brink. She stares at you with her pitiless red eyes, milking your spunk-foamed cock relentlessly. You try to fight off the excruciating pleasure and only manage to hold out a few seconds longer. Your cum flows out in a milky waterfall over her fingers.

  “Can’t,” you moan, each orgasmic pump painful. “Can’t go on.”

  “Oh, but you must,” says Theora stroking your head. “Do you think you would receive mercy from one of those monster girls? No. Hina, continue, again and again.”

  A fourth, fifth, and sixth orgasm soon follow. Each time your seed diminishes and your cock throbs painfully as it contracts with pleasure. By the seventh orgasm, you are almost in shock from the intensity of each orgasmic spasm and no seed flows out.

  “Finally, you have milked him dry,” declares Theora. “That is enough, Hina. Please clean him up.”

  She releases your cock and you let out a pitiful whimper. She begins to wash you with a warm wet cloth and suction from a duct concealed in the palm of her hand.

  “One or two more peaks and you would have surely perished,” says Theora, stroking your head comfortingly. “Of course, the goddess would have spared you, although I think she might have been cross with me.”

  Theora leans down and kisses your forehead. As her lips linger on your sweat-cold brow, you feel calm and contentment sweep over your body. Her hands caress your chest and you feel the pain of your excessive pleasure begin to ebb away. Even your cock feels much better.

  Theora and Hina help you to your feet. Hina helps you dress.

  “Your stamina is still pitiful, Lucas,” says Theora. “But I have restored it. As well as your pitiful reserves of seed. Feel free to visit again and I will have Hina torment you.”

  “R-right,” you say, stumbling out of her bedroom. You almost bump into the guide Hina that brought you here.

  “Hello, master,” she says. “Are you well? You seem surprised.”

  “Not surprised,” you say, looking away from her self-consciously. “I was just… it was an unusual ordeal. And you participated.”

  “I hope I gave you a great deal of pleasure,” says the Hina politely.

  “Um, yeah, that was sort of the ordeal,” you say.

  “Well, there are more pleasures to be found, master. Where would you like to go?”

  What do you do?

  Relax with Hina's help

  Pay a visit to Morelle the lesser succubus

  Visit Oola the slime girl

  Get back to the real world

  Receive the judgment of Veleda

  “Lucas!” The voice above you is loud and commanding.

  You open your eyes and see a radiantly beautiful woman towering above you. She is much bigger than you, like a giantess, but slender, long-limbed, and with flawless pale skin that seems to shed golden light. 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, but it is marred with annoyance and her large, dark eyes gaze upon you harshly.

  “Wake up, Lucas!” Her voice thunders and she prods you with her giant toes.

  You jolt awake, looking up at her in awe and finally seeing the glorious throne room of her holy palace. This is Veleda, the goddess who has made you her champion, and she has brought you here from defeat.

  “Did I… did I die this time?” You ask, struggling to remember.

  “No, you never will die with Oola,” she says, the annoyance in her voice painful to hear. “She will take many months to kill you with the pleasure she offers and I do not have the patience to watch you breed an entire nest of those awful slime girls with your insatiable manhood.”

  One of her toes prods your flaccid cock and it instantly stiffens from her holy touch. Her lips curl in disgust and she withdraws her foot. You want to weep with shame at disgusting the beautiful goddess with your behavior.

  “Send me back,” you say, eager to make right your failure. “I will defeat her this time.”

  “Do you think so?” She raises an eyebrow. “Between this slime girl and the succubus you faced before, I am not so sure you are the hero I had hoped.”

  You sit up onto your knees and prostrate yourself before her, “Please, glorious Veleda! I will not fail you again!”

  “I am certain you will,” she laughs. “Many times. But perhaps you will manage to defeat this slime girl at least without squandering another life.”

  “How many do I have left?” You ask.

  She shrugs. “Rysta, one of my envoys, is keeping track for me. I do not bother with such details, Lucas LeBlanc, but mark my words: when your thousandth life has been expended, you will not be returned to the mortal world.”

  “I… I understand,” you say, bowing your head to the stone floor.

  “Go then, Lucas,” she declares, waving her hand at you. “Go and become the hero I had hoped!”

  You lift your head to say something to her and realize you are no longer in Veleda’s holy palace. You are standing in the tunnel beneath the temple, staring at Oola the slime girl.

  “Awoo?”

  Oola’s body wobbles for a moment as if confused. She steadies herself and turns her translucent face to you.

  “I will not let leave, human boy,” she burbles. “You have all the yummy yummy fun juice inside. The warm milk of man. And I am hungry for it.”

  She surges towards you and you know you cannot avoid this, you must confront the slime girl.

  What do you do?

  Wait

  Parley

  Attack

  Item

  Special Ability

  Surrender

  Offer yourself to her Juicy Juicy Butt

  Never in your life have you seen such a big, beautiful, jiggly ass. It is like the bottom of a fertility goddess sculpted in aspic. A glorious altar for your cock to be sacrificed to this luscious slimy seductress.

  “Awoo?” She burbles, seeming to sense your desire. “You want to give up to me? Feel how my cool slime feels around your warm human boy cock?”

  “Y-yes,” you admit, your cock twitching painfully inside your trousers. “Your bottom, I mean, butt is… you called it your Juicy Juicy Butt and I…”

  She swings her hips around dramatically and presents that enormous ass to you. The silky slime of her cheeks spread lewdly and you can once again see that glistening knot. It flexes as if inviting you to slide your cock inside. You are entranced by the sight and begin to unbuckle your trousers and unbutton the front. Your stiff cock is in your hand before you even fully realize what you are doing.

  “That’s it, Lucas,” burbles Oola. �
��Stick it in my Juicy Juicy Butt. I made it just for you.”

  “Ohhhhh,” you moan, shuddering with desire as you run one hand over the perfect, soft, lusciousness of one cheek and then the other. Her gooey asshole clenches lewdly and your cock throbs in response. You wank yourself slowly as you run your hand back across her bottom and over her anus. Your touch lingers at that translucent pucker and it suddenly relaxes and seems to suck your fingers inside. You cry out in surprise, “Oh!”

  “Imagine how good your boy stick will feel,” she giggles as her ass massages your fingers. Her body is soft and a little slippery, but her curves feel almost human. She seems able to control that much of her anatomy, although her body and even the inside of her ass are cool to the touch. She looks back at you over her shoulder as you play with your fingers in her clenching pucker. “Come on, Lucas, feed me your cock, please!”

  You cannot resist her begging. You grab her fat ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide and letting your cock fall between them. It thumps against her silky soft slime and you thrust gently, running your length up her crack and over her clench. Even this sensation, cool and slippery, is nearly enough to make you cum. You let her cheeks close gently against your cock and you fuck between them without penetrating her.

  “You tease Ooola,” burbles the slime. “But if you want to give me cum this way, it will still be yummy.”

  You thrust between her cheeks, your pleasure grown each time your cock strokes over her clenching anus and down that cool, squeezing valley of her crack. Your hands grip her ass tightly as you thrust faster, making her body jiggle and shake with the force of your thrusts. Your pleasure rises so quickly you do not even have a choice in the matter. Watching that luscious slime body quivering with each thrust, feeling that soft slime around your cock, slapping your hips against her buttocks; it is more than you can stand.

  “Ahhhhh!” You cry, thrusting a finally time between her cheeks. Your cock twitches and your cum arcs out from between her buttocks and over her back. Your milky spunk splashes between her shoulders.

  “Ah!” Oola cries excitedly. “So yummy! Feed it all to me, Lucas!”

  “Yes,” you gasp, thrusting against that fat bottom and between her cheeks. More and more cum sprays out in fat, splattering ropes that melt into her slimy body in an instant. You fire one after another until you are dribbling your cum at the upper curve of her ass, drooling it from between her cheeks and watching it be absorbed into her body.

  You are beaten, but Oola is not done with you yet. Before you have a chance to collapse to the ground, the happy slime girl rocks forward, flexing her asshole, and then pushes back again, skewering her clench on your hard cock. All thought of collapse is forgotten in that exquisite, squeezing tunnel. The pleasure of the inside of her ass makes you forget all about the pleasure of fucking between her cheeks.

  “More, more!” Oola cries, slamming her huge ass back against you with wet slaps. “Feed me more of that yummy cummy, Lucas!”

  “Oh… I can’t… I just…”

  Oola ignores your protests, riding her ass back onto your cock hard and fast. Your hardness never fades from your manhood and somehow in seemingly only a moment her swirling, squeezing, luscious asshole has driven you the brink once more. You grab her buttocks and lean into her, recovering just enough strength to thrust into her depths and meet her hungry strokes.

  “Oh, yes, it’s so good,” you gasp, pounding your cock into her clutching ass.

  You surrender all over again, fucking wantonly into her tight, slimy pucker. Her inner passage massages your cock and you yearn to pump your seed into her translucent body. Your hips slap loudly against her ass and send ripples through her entire body, all the way to her head. Your cock seems to grow larger and thicker inside her translucent ass.

  “Fuck meeeee!” Oola burbles, thrusting back against you, her back arching and her huge tits swinging wildly with each impact. You reach under her, fondling and roughly squeezing one of those massive tits as you roughly pound your cock into her.

  “Ahhhhhh! I’m cumming!” You growl as your pleasure surges.

  “Yes! Feed me the yummy!” Her ass seems to nurse and suck at your cock. The pleasure is agonizing and you nearly faint from the intensity of the rush leading up to your explosion. Finally, the ecstasy gives way the to the pneumatic throbbing of your ejaculation, and you thrust into her frantically as your cum gushes in swirling clouds into her ass.

  “Awoooo!” She sings, thrusting her ass back hard and taking your swirling cum inside her. This milky swirl dissipates after only a few seconds and you slump back, your cock falling from her ass. The slime girl follows you down, impaling her ass on your cock once again. “More! I need more yummy!”

  “Can’t,” you moan. “Please.”

  It’s hopeless to resist her as she rearranges her body into a cowgirl position straddling you, but your cock still buried deep in her ass. She rides you with a bestial fervor, her huge tits bouncing and splashing against her with each ride up and down your cock. How are you so hard still? You can only wonder weakly as she takes what she desires from you.

  As your cum begins to boil once more, you know you have been completely defeated by the slime girl.

  CONTINUE >

  Fight Johan Gedry

  You cannot take the way Gedry is treating you as he manhandles Ella. He has robbed you of your harvest money and now he means to deprive you of your relaxation with the beautiful whore. You will not stand for it.

  “Johan, you are a no good bastard,” you snarl. “And I am the Hero of a Thousand Lives, chosen by Veleda herself!”

  You make your hand into a fist. He smirks at you dismissively.

  “Really looking to have your head bashed, eh, LeBlanc?” Johan steps back, drawing his glistening cock out of Ella’s pussy. She scrambles back on the bed, her breasts bouncing as she relocates out of the path of conflict.

  “Come on now, lads,” she says. “No fighting. Against the rules!”

  It’s too late. Your mind is made up and you intend to punch Johan Gedry so hard he’ll learn to respect you. Your hand forms into a tight fist and you picture the serene beauty of Veleda greeting you in her holy throne room. You pray silently to her, Veleda, give my hand the strength to smite this man.

  Your fist begins to glow, faintly at first, but brighter and brighter, as if you hold a flame within your fist. Ella stares in awe at the light emanating from your hand.

  Johan, unfortunately, does not even seem to notice. As you are gathering the holy strength of Veleda, he steps forward and swings at you. His fist collides with your face just below your right eye. You see a flash of light and drop to the floor, your head thumping against the floorboards and sending you plunging into darkness. In the hazy visions of your unconsciousness, you face Johan again and again, fighting a hundred battles with fists and swords and dueling pistols. No matter how hard you fight, how skilled you think you are, Johan is always quicker or better.

  At last, these repeating scenes of defeat fade into a warm darkness. You hear the soft splash of water and you realize you are not dead or asleep, but awake with your eyes closed. You slowly open your eyes but it is still dark. A wet weight drapes over your face. You reach up and touch it, taking a moment to realize that you are in a warm bath and a washcloth is draped across your face. You pull it aside and soft candlelight finally reveals a small wood-paneled room.

  Ella is sitting on a stool beside the tub, her face flushed from the steamy warmth of the room and her hand reaching into the water. She smiles sympathetically at you.

  “Oh, Lucas, I’m so sorry,” she says, leaning closer so that her breasts nearly burst from her corset. “I shoulda known better than to mix you and that gutter thief. All three of them Gedry boys is no good.”

  You nod gently in agreement and say, “Not your fault. I had a history with him. You couldn’t have known.”

  “Aw, he’s always trouble,” she says. “Punching you got him kicked right out! No joy fo
r him and he ain’t welcome back for a few days.”

  “A few days?”

  “Well, his zeks spend after all,” she says with a wink. “Which reminds me… this is on him…”

  Her hand moves under the soapy water and you feel her fingers tease over your flaccid cock. It stiffens at her touch.

  “Oh,” you gasp.

  “Yeah,” she chuckles and reaches down to open the top clasps of her corset. It is enough to free her soft, creamy breasts with their wide areolas and thick nipples. As her hand wraps around your cock under the water and she begins to wank you gently, you stare at her lightly jiggling breasts leaned over the edge of the tub. “You like ‘em?”

  “Gods, yes,” you say, staring at those big, soft mounds hanging partially over the edge of the tub.

  “Go on then,” she says, grabbing your head by your wet hair. “Get your face in there.”

  She pulls your face down her tits, smothering you in her soft, perfumed cushions. You moan into that lovely valley and your stiff cock twitches in Ella’s grasp. She laughs and rubs her tits in your face. She pulls you to one of her thick nipples and tells you, “Have a suck.”

  You kiss her nipple, lick it, and engulf her areola in your suckling mouth. You would feel like a babe at his mother’s teat if it weren’t for Ella’s hand moving beneath the water, wanking up and down your cock. You can just see her hand and your cock under the cloudy gray surface of the dirty bathwater. You suck harder at her nipple, moaning against her breast as if it might yield milk. You look up into her smoky eyes and see her smiling face. Her hand squeezes around your cock, drawing you closer and closer to an orgasm.

  “Oh, Ella,” you moan as she pulls your head to her other nipple. “You’re going to make me cum.”

  “Yeah?” She chuckles softly. “Give it to me. Let it all out!”

  “Ohhhhhh…”

  You lift your face from her breasts and stare at the churning water where her hand is pumping up and down your submerged cock. She squeezes you in her deft grasp and massages the underside of your straining cock with her thumb. Pleasure wells inside you, reaching from your balls up to your throbbing tip, and you gasp loudly as this pleasure overwhelms all other thought. You stare in amazement as your orgasm teeters on the brink and finally plunges into a throbbing, explosive eruption. It feels like a maelstrom is churning inside your body and yet it emerges as a faint milky cloud in the bathwater. Such a small thing for such a tempest of pleasure. Ella continues to milk your cock until you begin to squirm beneath her touch.