The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Ah,” you cry, your cock too sensitive to be handled.

  “Feeling nice and relaxed?” She asks as she withdraws her hand from the tub.

  “Y-yeah,” you admit. “Thank you. That was great.”

  “Good!” She kiss you on the forehead and begins clasping her corset back into place. “You take your time, have a nice soak, and come back and see me any time.”

  “You’re… you’re leaving?” You ask with disappointment.

  “I am, sweetie,” she says, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “The night is young and I have many customers to satisfy. But I’m glad you could be one of them. You’re adorable.”

  She musses your hair and goes sashaying out of the backroom and into the brothel’s bar. You sigh, sinking back into the water for several more minutes before you decide to leave. You towel off and pull on your clothing. Your face is throbbing where Johan punched you, but the back of your head is much worse. You are going to have a sizable knot come morning.

  Ella is nowhere to be found by the time you leave the backroom for the bar. The brothel is much busier and all of the women seem to be engaged with the various customers. You slip out the front and head off to get your mule cart. Your visit to the brothel was not exactly as you expected, but the pleasure came at the price of a single drink and a punched face.

  You climb into your cart and set off through the early night of St. Ingbert’s still-bustling streets. The cobblestones soon give way to the wide, dart path of the trade road. It is a long ride home to your farm.

  CONTINUE >

  Ask Ella to pleasure you with her mouth

  Watching her plump lips form into a smile, you know what you desire. Your face goes hot as you think about the pleasure Ella’s mouth could give you. She leans closer, her breast nearly overflowing her corset and pressing against your chest. Her hand roams over your lap and gives your cock a squeeze.

  “What is it, sweetie?” She purrs and stroking your shaggy hair. “What would you like?”

  “Your, um, your mouth,” you say and your face burns with embarrassment.

  “You want your cock sucked?” She whispers into your ear.

  “Yes,” you moan, your cock twitching in your trousers.

  Ella gives your hardness another squeeze and steps away from you. She takes your hand. “Come on, we’ll find a private spot and I’ll take good care of you.”

  You feel as if everyone in the brothel is watching you as Ella leads you to the back of the ground floor. There are several curtained lounges in the pack. The curtains are pulled shut on most of these small rooms and you hear men grunting and groaning with pleasure.

  As you pass very close to one, you glimpse a pale, red-headed woman with very large breasts on her knees and stroking a man between her tits. The man, squinting and red-faced, looks as if he is about to keel over. You linger for a moment and watch him lurch towards her and thrust his purple cock between the whore’s creamy breasts. A huge wad of seed splatters up from her cleavage and splashes her in the chin and mouth. She cries out in surprise and twists her head away as the man spurts more and more of his seed out. Your cock twitches in reaction to the raunchy sight.

  “Come along,” scolds Ella, tugging at your hand. “There’s a room in the back where you can watch other people having their fun if that is what you desire.”

  “Oh, um, no,” you say, your face going even hotter with embarrassment.

  Ella smiles forgivingly and leads you into one of the empty lounges. It is a tiny space walled on three sides, with a lantern and a cushioned sofa made to look fancy, but with cheap upholstery and poorly-concealed stains. Ella pulls you inside and closes off the curtain. She directs you to the sofa and says, “Take your trousers off, Lucas. Sit down and get comfortable. I’ll take care of you. Top on or off?”

  “Wh-what?” You boggle, already fumbling with your belt. “What do you mean?”

  “We’ll go with top off,” she says. “Most men would rather see them.”

  Your hands freeze on your belt as Ella casually opens the clasps of her corset and frees her plump breasts from their confinement. They are huge, with wide areolas and nipples that jut thick and inviting from her creamy mounds. Her breasts sag noticeably and are marked with red lines from the inside of her corset, but this does little to diminish Ella’s beauty. She giggles softly and squeezes her breasts.

  “I always love it when a young man is stunned by these,” she says and steps closer. “You can touch them a little if you’d like.”

  You tentatively reach out your hands, caressing the soft mounds with your fingertips. Ella places her hands over yours and squeezes your grasp against the warm flesh of her breasts. You feel the weight of them and the poking of her nipples against your palms. Your cock shifts again in your trousers, straining at the seam as you fondle Ella’s lovely breasts.

  “That’s enough now,” she says softly and pushes you back onto the sofa. “Let me take care of you, Lucas.”

  She pulls a cushion off the couch and sinks down to her knees on the pillow. Your cock is twitching in your trousers. It feels nearly ready to burst. You even warn Ella, “I might explode at any moment.”

  “Yes? Well, it is an occupational hazard,” she chuckles, unbuckling your belt and unbuttoning your trousers. “Feel free to let loose the moment I slide you into my mouth. I will take it as a compliment.”

  “Really? I would thhhaaaahhhHH!” Your words are forgotten as Ella’s soft hand wraps around your cock and draws it out through the unbuttoned fly of your trousers. Your manhood is incredibly stiff and red and glistening with your precum.

  “Oooh,” she laughs, stroking you gently with her hand. “You are ready to burst. Well… I suppose I’d better not tease you too much.”

  She runs her thumb up the underside of your cock and massages with it just beneath the cap of your cockhead. Pleasure pulses up your shaft and you have to fight to keep from exploding in her hand. She giggles softly, looks up at you with her smoky eyes, and lowers her head to your lap. Her lips press against your cock. You groan in absolute ecstasy. Those soft, cradling lips part and her warm, wet mouth envelops your straining cock.

  Her tongue is beneath you, her mouth sucking around you; it feels as if your entire body and every nerve with it are plunged into the sucking bath of Ella’s mouth. Your toes curl in your boots. Ella’s mouth bobs lower and back up again, to the tip, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks you hard.

  “Ahhhhh… Ella… AHHHHHHH!!” You thrust against her hand, sliding deeper into her mouth, and you are gripped by the inescapable exhilaration of your orgasm. She manages one more bob of her mouth between the peak of your pleasure and the sudden throbbing of your release. Your cum fires into her mouth and she moans as she feels you spurting against her tongue and the back of her throat. She bobs slowly on your surging cock, drinking in your seed and timing her strokes to give you the utmost pleasure. For a momentary eternity, you are lost in the hot, molten pleasure of her mouth.

  You sink back down onto the sofa, back to your senses, a laugh on your lips as you look down at the beautiful whore. She slides her wet lips free of your cock and looks up at you with a smile.

  “Oh, gods, thank you,” you chuckle.

  “Mmmmm,” she says, cupping a hand beneath her mouth. She produces a washcloth from somewhere on the floor and she spits your seed into the cloth. She runs her hands over your cock, but there is nothing but a little pearly drop on your tip to clean up. He leans forward and licks your cock clean, producing another twitch in your member. “You’re welcome, Lucas. I rather enjoyed that. Come back soon and I will be happy to take care of your needs.”

  “Right, I, yeah… thank you,” you say again.

  Ella nods, clearly finished with you. She plucks your money from your coin purse, you even tip her an extra zek, and she squeezes her ample breasts back into her corset. She steps to the curtain and casts you a glance over her shoulder. She says, “Might want to tuck him away.”

  You l
ook 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.

  You feel a momentary pang of jealousy, a stirring of your cock in your trousers, and the fantasy of spending more coin to buy back Ella’s affection. Oh to have her mouth around you once more! You think better of it. She has customers. She’s a whore and you are just another one of those customers.

  Whoever she was with, 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 >

  Fuck Theora from behind

  You have admired Theora’s firm and yet rather substantial bottom on more than one occasion. The thought of taking her from behind and enjoying an intimate view of her round ass is enough to make your cock twitch in your grasp. She wants you to act like a man? You’ll give it to her.

  “Turn around,” you say, doing your best to sound forceful.

  “Ask nicely,” she says.

  “Please, turn around,” you say, hoping she isn’t going to make you get down on your knees and beg.

  Her usual smile seems to spread even wider. She gives you a playful shove on your chest that almost knocks you over and she says, “I’m only teasing you, Lucas.”

  She turns with deliberate slowness. Her gaze remains locked on you as her hips swing and she turns around completely, revealing the lovely roundness of her bottom. She takes two steps away from you and plants her feet wide apart. It is like watching a nude statue in motion; her skin is so pale and flawless. She leans over, low to the ground, placing her hands on a mossy fallen log. She arches her back to accentuate her toned buttocks. Her position exposes her glistening pussy and the pink divot of her anus between her firm cheeks.

  You are paralyzed with the raunchy beauty of this sight for several seconds before you realize she is offering herself to you. Your cock twitches again in your grasp as you focus on the blushing pink mound of her pussy. Her juices glisten faintly on her swollen lips, like the morning dew on the petals of a delicate flower. Her small silky patch of her gleams as if it is made from golden threads.

  With a toss of her golden locks, Theora looks back at you over her shoulder and asks, “Are you going to take me or not, Lucas?”

  You stagger towards her, cock in hand, your other work-callused hand caressing the smooth curve of her bottom. You rub your tip against the velvet entrance of her pussy, stifling a moan at the heat that radiates from her delicate quim. You want to thrust forward and sink every inch of your cock into that heat, but you are afraid you won’t last more than a stroke. Theora seems amused by your hesitation. She begins to roll her hips and rub her hot pussy against your cock.

  “Come, Lucas,” she teases. “Do you not crave the heat of my tight quim?”

  Your cock catches at her slick folds. You release your grip on it and rest both hands on her firm bottom. You squeeze her ample cheeks as you thrust forward, pushing your cock past her petals and into the hot channel of her cunt. It is tight and slick and unbelievably warm. It is irresistible. You cannot stop your thrust until every inch is engulfed by her hot, squeezing walls.

  “Oohhhhh, gods,” you groan, running your fingers over her ass to her lower back and feeling the edge of her soft wing feathers. You grip her slender waist and pull back your hips, sliding most of your cock back out before thrusting it inside her once again. The clutch of her cunt in this position is exquisite and her inner muscles are powerful. It is as if there is a warm, slippery hand squeezing at you with each thrust.

  “There you go,” chuckles Theora. “Fuck me, Lucas. Fuck me like a man.”

  Your pleasure takes over for your mind and you move instinctually, pounding your cock harder and faster into Theora’s welcoming pussy. Each thrust slaps against her bottom and barely makes her firm buttocks jiggle. The trees rustle in the moonlit night and your body collides with hers in a soft slapping and a faint, wet slurp of her cunt swallowing up your cock.

  Your grip tightens on her waist. Your pleasure rises and your balls begin to churn. You want to let go and fill her glorious warmth with your human seed. It is an instinct as old as the first beasts to walk upon the land. Some deep animal part of you responds to the pleasure with inchoate fantasies of impregnating the angel. Your cock throbs in response and you realize you are on the very edge of exploding inside her.

  Theora realizes this as well.

  “Are you going to finish already?” She laughs over her shoulder. “Go on then, Lucas. If you can do no better. Imagine I am a monster girl and surrender your essence to the pleasure of my body.”

  “No,” you cry, fighting it.

  “Give it to me,” she gasps, thrusting back onto your cock. “Fill my holy cunt with your filthy human seed.”

  Your brow furrows. She is moving so lewdly to encourage your pleasure and begging for your cum. How can you resist her hot, blushing cunt?

  What do you do?

  Pull out and cum on her ass

  Cum inside her

  Fight to hold back

  Keep fighting her! Use her mouth!

  You do not have a particularly dominant personality and you would never think of using a lover so roughly, but Theora has practically commanded you to fuck her throat. Now that she is fighting to escape your thrusting cock, you cannot back down!

  “This is what you wanted,” you growl, your hands tightening in her silky blonde hair. “You wanted to be… ohhhhhh… used by a man! You wanted me to prove I could take control!”

  “Grrrrkkggllrrlllrll!” She replies, tears streaming from her blue eyes and down her flushed cheeks.

  The sight of her in such pain fills you with guilt, but such concerns are nothing to the hot, sloppy pleasure of her mouth and throat. You slam your cock roughly past the soft oval of her lips, forcing her tongue down and jamming your hardness into her throat. She gurgles and gags in response, more drool spilling down her chin and mucus coating your cock in slimy tendrils.

  Defiling the beauty of the angel with your brutal thrusts into her helpless mouth only makes your cock swell. Your balls tighten and your seed churns. Much as you might wish to prolong such pleasure, you know you will soon explode. You slam your cock into the clutching sheath of her throat again and again. Your cruel strokes overwhelm even her gag reflex, so that the gurgling chokes stop and she stares in dead-eyed fury as you fuck her mouth. Her hands even slip off your hips and she no longer offers any resistance to your thrusts.

  “Ohhhhhh, your throat is so soft and warm,” you cry. “I am going to explode. I am going to… ahhhh… I have to see it! I have to cover your pretty face, Theora!”

  You slide your cock out of her dripping mouth, leaving her gasping as you grab your root and wank your spit and mucus covered cock. Your hardness is tender with the rush of your orgasm. You focus your strokes on the swollen head, aiming your tip at Theora’s tear-streaked face. To your surprise, the angel submissively tilts her head back and opens her mouth. She extends her pink tongue, offering you a generous target for your seed.

  “I never imagined an angel could be such a whore for cum,” you chuckle breathlessly as you wank your cock over her defiled face.

  With one hand still wrapped in Theora’s golden ringlets, you jerk yourself to the edge and take aim at her open mouth. Your pleasure reaches its peak and with a last cry of ecstasy you feel the sudden surge of your pleasure rising through your hardness. Your balls seem to clench an
d your cum fires in a thick stream straight into Theora’s open mouth. Your aim is less than accurate on the following spurts as you paint her beautiful, flushed face with splashes of your milky seed. Your cum covers her nose, chin, both cheeks, and one of her eyes. It drips in jiggling strands from her face as you rub the last drops against her lips. She spits your cum from her mouth and it overflows down her cheeks in strands that drop to her shoulders and breasts.

  “Is that what you wanted, Theora?” You gasp, finally relaxing your grip on her hair. “A man who takes charge completely and—“

  You catch a glimpse of a smile as you are suddenly struck in your bollocks and lifted into the air. The force of the blow sends you flying skyward, sailing through the night, to land in the lower branches of a nearby tree. Your back and hip are covered in scrapes, but such pains are minor compared to the deep, throbbing agony of your punched testicles. You moan pitifully and slowly roll out of the tree, thumping to the ground beneath it.

  For a seeming eternity, you roll around on the ground, miserable with pain and lowing like a wounded beast. You clutch your throbbing balls in your hands. Finally, the pain recedes enough that you become aware of your surroundings again and you realize Theora, radiant and clean, is standing above you with her hands on her shapely hips.