The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  The feeling of fucking the beautiful angel’s mouth, of using her like a perverse plaything for your pleasure, is driving you towards an incredible orgasm. Despite the pleasure, doubt creeps into your thoughts. You slow your strokes. Maybe you should stop this. She said she wanted you to act like a man and take charge, but maybe this isn’t what she meant.

  Looking down into Theora’s eyes, the usually domineering angel seems as if she might cry. Maybe you should stop this and apologize to her before she decides to punish you brutally for what you have done. As if sensing your moment of doubt, she pushes against your hips again and tries to pull her head away from your cock.

  What do you do?

  Keep fighting her! Use her mouth!

  Stop! You didn't mean to hurt her!

  Pay a visit to the Crystal Sanctum

  To the hells with all of this! You’ve devoted your life to vanquishing monster girls and you are repaid by the fates with a ruined house and another hard-earned pile of coins stolen from you by the Gedry brothers. You are too furious and dejected to think of rallying to repair the damage done to your house. That can wait for another time.

  Now you will escape the wreckage of your house and pay a visit to the delights of the Crystal Sanctum. The budding harem of monster girls you have at that magical palace will provide an ample distraction from your misery in the real world.

  You lift the Sword of Veleda above your head and shout, “SANCTUM SERENITY!”

  A brilliant flash of white light engulfs you and you let out a cry as you feel yourself falling through the white nothingness and into pinkness. You drop from a deadly height to a wooded path. You manage to land heavily on your knees, jarring your teeth, but leaving you otherwise unharmed. For a moment, you take in the quiet beauty of the forest ahead of you.

  A pleasant female voice says, “Welcome back, Master Lucas. Please allow me to help you up.”

  The beautiful golem Hina slips her hands under your armpits and easily lifts you to your feet. She brushes a lock of silky blue hair from her beautiful, but strangely unreal face. Her porcelain features are like a mask, although her mouth moves and her large blue eyes do occasionally blink. She is one of many Hina golems scattered throughout the palace. There is one for every duty, including one specially modified for sexual pleasure in your bedchamber. You have only just begun to test her abilities.

  Hina brushes the dust from your clothing, only stopping when she realizes that much of the filth cannot be brushed off.

  “Would you like me to launder your clothing, master?”

  “What?” You look down at yourself. “No. Yes. I mean, maybe later.”

  “Of course,” says Hina, bowing slightly. “It is a very good time to visit. You currently have three guests.”

  “Yeah? Where are they?”

  Hina leads you into the palace, across the white stones of the foyer. A pair of Hinas are polishing the luxurious floors of the palace. They stop in their labor and smile at you, blinking with their oversized eyes and greeting you with a friendly wave as you pass. The Hina leading you stops short of the double staircase and the hallways leading to other parts of the castle.

  “Lady Theora is in her suite,” says Hina, gesturing to the second floor. “I believe she is enjoying my company presently.”

  “You?”

  “Yes, of course, master. I attend to her needs as well.” She swivels her hips slightly to face a door on the ground floor. “Morelle is currently in the garden. She has repeatedly expressed her desire for your company. I think she wishes to engage in sexual acts with you, master.”

  “Ah, heh,” you chuckle as your face goes red with embarrassment. “Well, that does sound like Morelle.”

  “Your new guest has taken up residence in the lower levels,” says Hina, gesturing to a heavy, iron-banded door beneath the staircases. “I attempted to offer her a proper bedchamber, but she demanded something dank and dark. I felt the dungeon was more fitting.”

  “Maybe I should see how she is settling in,” you say, your cock stiffening in your shorts as you imagine what the comely slime girl might do when she sees you.

  “Of course, I am also available for your pleasure, master,” says Hina. “I recommend the version of me waiting in your bedroom. I will take very good care of you and your needs, master.”

  “No doubt,” you say, taking in the sexy golem’s purposefully erotic proportions. If it weren’t the strange seams of her construction running up her sides and outlining her face, she would pass for one of the most beautiful women you’ve ever seen. There is even something exciting about the inhuman aspect of her construction.

  “Where would you like to go?” She says, smiling sweetly.

  Where do you want to go?

  Relax with Hina's help

  Pay a visit to Morelle the lesser succubus

  Visit Oola the slime girl

  Receive more training from Theora the angel

  Triumphant over the slime girl

  You trudge out of the dungeon, blinking at the early morning light that greets you. Despite your exhaustion from the long trek and your strange encounter with Oola, you feel rejuvenated by your victory. You walk through the forest, a bit disoriented from being in the dark so long.

  “Over here!” You hear a call from the surrounding. “Lucas, are you blind?”

  Theora waves to you with both hands, finally drawing your eye to her position across a stretch of forest. She waits for you impatiently with one hand resting high on a tree trunk and reminding you that she is a fair bit taller than you. Despite her generally grumpy and domineering attitude, you are glad to see the angel of Veleda. The bemused expression on her face does not even dim your happiness.

  “Beaten another one, have you?” She says and finally claps a hand on your shoulder.

  “Yes, she has been sent to the sword,” you say, brandishing your blade.

  “Well, don’t let it go to your head, Lucas.” She tosses you your travel back and the strength of her throw nearly bowls you over. “Slime girls are among the weakest monsters. Particularly violet slimes. I didn’t tell you that going in, because I didn’t want you to foolishly let your guard down, but they are as stupid as rocks and not even an actual danger. In fact—“

  You hold up a hand, which to your surprise actually shuts her up for once.

  “I’ve just spent the last few hours crawling around in a dark tunnel under and ancient ruin and battling a monster,” you say. “You can save the lectures for the next training session. Right now, I just want to get back to mmmmm!!”

  Theora surprises you with a kiss. You stiffen in shock and then relax into the warmth of her embrace, her soft breasts crushed against your chest and her lips against yours. You yield to her strength and her tongue meets yours in a torrid swirl. For a few seconds you feel as if you have won some great victory, one that is much more important than defeating a monster girl.

  Theora pulls back from the kiss and looks into your eyes. She smiles and you smile back.

  You never see her boot coming as it slams into your chest and knocks you back to the ground.

  “Never let your guard down!” She snarls. “There’s your training session. Now listen up, because I’ve got a lot to tell you about slimes!”

  The session continues all the way back to your farmhouse.

  “…it takes more than two days to dissolve inside a crimson slime. Of course, they say it feels incredible, but I would imagine anyone who actually felt it isn’t around to say. My advice if you’re facing a carnivorous slime would be to distract—“

  “Wait,” you say, holding up your hand again. Theora gives you a cross look, but you ignore her. You see something wrong at your farmhouse in the distance. The gate is open… and the door! “Something is wrong! Look!”

  Theora sees it too. She grabs you suddenly beneath your arms and lifts you into the air as she spreads her white wings. She sails through the air, over the farm, where you see numerous footprints pressed into the mud, wag
on tracks, and no further sign of Old Joe or Betty. Theora drops you near the door to your house and lands beside you.

  You rush inside and see your pottery is broken, your furniture smashed and overturned, and even your old portrait of your grandfather has been torn. It smells like piss and fouler things.

  “They pissed on your bed,” says Theora, wrinkling her nose at the stench.

  “Hina!” You shout, your eyes going wide with shock and anger. “Whoever did this has taken the Hina I left to watch over things.”

  You hear a thumping from the side of the house as if in response to what you are saying. You hurry around to the side of the house and see that the cellar doors are moving, but the handles have been jammed shut with shovel handles and broomsticks. You quickly toss these away and throw open the cellar doors.

  “Master Lucas,” says Hina, smiling brightly and climbing out of the cellar. “I am glad you have freed me. I have been trapped down there since late last night.

  “Who did this?”

  “I believe they are known as the Gedry brothers,” she says. “I was straightening up your cellar and organizing your preserves when three rowdy male humans arrived. They heard me in the cellar and assumed I was you, I believe. They taunted me, calling me Loser Lucas and they robbed you of all your money.”

  Your guts tighten at the thought that you have been robbed of your sister’s tuition by the Gedry brothers again.

  “Why didn’t you fight them?” You demand.

  “A Hina will never attack a human unless directly ordered by her master,” says Theora.

  “They said I should count myself lucky they did not set fire to the building,” says Hina, “but I am not harmed by far. It would have been a much shorter stay in the cellar for me if they had set the fire.”

  You sigh and sit down on the cellar steps.

  “Do not be sad, Master Lucas,” says Hina. “You still have your preserves and they are very neatly organized.”

  “Thanks,” you say bitterly.

  “Enjoy your moping,” says Theora. “And don’t even think about getting revenge. Veleda forbids it. You can find me in the Crystal Sanctum if you need to talk.”

  She waves her hands ad there is a bright flash of light. The gemstone on your sword flashes with pink light before dulling once more.

  “I will help you clean your house, master,” says Hina.

  She rests a mechanical hand on your shoulder and squeezes a little too hard. You yelp and jump to your feet.

  “I’ll handle it,” you say. “You go on back to the sanctum too.”

  “Of course, master,” says Hina. “It has been a pleasure to serve you.”

  There is another flash of white light, answered a moment later by a pulse of pink light from the crystal. You are alone. Broke. And your house is trashed. Your mules and cart have been stolen.

  More than ever, you just want to disappear into that palace inside the crystal and never come out again.

  What do you do?

  Clean up the house

  Pay a visit to the Crystal Sanctum

  Accept Ella’s offer to share her cunt

  You are unhappy about the idea of sharing Ella with another man. It does not deter you from remembering the way her warm, velvety pussy gripped your cock that summer evening. The way she rode atop your stiff manhood for six strokes before you began to cum inside her. The way she smiled and fell against you with her soft breasts like warm cushions against your chest, your cock still twitching inside her as she squeezed you with her slippery walls.

  “Well?” She lifts your hand to her breasts and squeezes your hands beneath hers so you feel the softness of her mounds. “What’s it going to be, Lucas?”

  “I have to share a bed with you, Ella,” you say, smiling sheepishly. “Even if I must share you with another man.”

  “I see,” she grins sweetly. “Good. This will be fun, I promise. I can handle two fit lads at once.”

  Her wide hips swing and her skirt tickles her stockinged legs as she leads you up the stairs and to one of the small bedrooms. It’s just a straw mattress on a bed frame and some cushions next to a lantern.

  “Take off your trousers,” says Ella. “I’ll be back in a moment with another lad and we can have a bit of fun.”

  Before you can reply, she is back out the door, leaving you in the small, dingy room to undress. You are reluctant to undress before the other man enters the room, particularly with your cock as stiff as a wooden spoon. You take off your boots and trousers and strip off your sweat-stained tunic. Your cock is still throbbing and hard and your heart is pounding excitedly in your chest.

  You hear footsteps approaching the door and Ella’s familiar laugh accompanied by a man’s voice. Fearing embarrassment, you cover your cock with one hand as Ella opens the door.

  “Good,” she says, smiling sweetly and stepping into the small room. “I’ve brought a friend for a bit of fun. This is—“

  “Johan Gedry,” you exclaim as the lanky, shaved-headed thug with the dark eyes strides into the room behind Ella. His rat-like nose is slashed with a scar and when he smiles he reveals several broken teeth. He is the lowest of the low, the brigand who, with his brothers, robbed you of your entire summer’s harvest.

  “Well if it isn’t Lucas LeBlanc,” he says, grinning at you.

  “Oh, you know each other?” Ella asks.

  Johan brushes past her, ignoring her words. He stands several inches taller than you, looking down at you with cruel amusement.

  “Little Lucas,” he says and grabs your biceps. “Let’s see then. Are you as little as they say?”

  He pulls your arms and forces your hands away from your cock. Your penis began to wilt the moment Gedry stepped into the room. He bursts out laughing at the sight of it.

  “Look at that shriveled little prune!” He wraps an arm around Ella’s shoulders. “He’ll never satisfy you with that, my lovely. He can wait his turn while I show you a proper fucking.”

  “That wasn’t what we agreed,” says Ella. “It was both at the same time, to get it over with quicker.”

  He ignores her and roughly pulls her corset down, causing Ella’s plump breasts to burst free. Her ample, pale mounds are marked with red lines from the corset. Her thick, pink nipples are soft and puffy.

  “Careful now, you’ll rip it!” She cries, pushing his hands away.

  “Hey now,” you say, starting towards him. “No need to be—“

  “Sit down, Lucas!” Johan shoves you into a rickety chair beside the bed. “Wank your little cock if you want. You can enjoy the show.”

  He shoves Ella down onto the bed as roughly as he shoved you. He falls atop her, pushing her skirt up and exposing her silky red panties. With one hand he frees a rather long and slender cock and begins thrusting it at her quim. He pins her to the bed with one arm and begins kissing, sucking, and nibbling at her heaving breasts and fat nipples.

  “Go on, love,” he grunts. “Spread it open. I’ve got a good hard cock for you. One you’ll actually feel.”

  “You prick!” She moans. You glimpse her creamy thighs and there is a rip as he tears her panties. A moment later she wails as he stretches one of her nipples between his teeth. Her cry of pain is interrupted by a breathless gasp as Johan Gedry sheaths his stiff cock in her dark-thatched cunt. He slips every inch into her slippery quim and begins to roughly fuck her.

  “Not so rough,” cries Ella, her tits bouncing with each of Johan’s thrusts.

  “Shut up, whore,” he laughs. You begin to get up from the chair and he glares in your direction. “Sit it down, farmboy. You watch. A fine chance to admire a proper fuck for a proper whore.”

  What do you do?

  Fight Johan Gedry

  Sit down and wait your turn

  Go back to the bar

  Attack

  The righteous anger of Veleda seems to burn in your veins. Your grip tightens on your holy sword and the blade flares with radiant power. Oola burbles in surprise and ha
lts her advance.

  “What is this?” She croons uncertainly and holds up the wiggling tendrils of her fingers.

  “It is the justice of Veleda,” you growl, your anger growing hotter. “It is revenge for the suffering you monster girls inflict upon humanity!”

  You leap forward and swing your holy sword in a blazing arc. The glowing blade slices through Oola’s hand at the wrist. There is a hiss as the hot blade meets her cool slime and then the severed hand loses its shape and splatters to the floor. It only takes her a moment to grow the hand back.

  “Stop fighting! I just want fun!” She burbles angrily. Her arms shoot out and she grabs you around the waist with one elongated limb. Oola’s other slime appendages winds around your forearm. You quickly switch to a one-handed grasp and swing your sword again. The blade hisses loudly as you slice through Oola’s gelatinous neck and sever her pretty head. It loses its form instantly and splashes to the floor in a glistening gob.

  “Ahhh! Stop taking my body!” She cries, sprouting a new head from the stump. Although apparently unharmed, she has shrunk in stature by half a hand’s width. She extends two more limbs, one from each side of her body, and she tries to grab your sword arm with both. A fifth arm grows from her abdomen and she sends a cool, slimy hand into your trousers to grasp your cock.

  You ignore the pleasurable sensation of her cool, silky hand stroking your manhood. You fend off her arms trying to immobilize your sword arm. With a fresh shout of wordless fury, you plunge your sword deep into Oola’s jiggling bust. You can see the blade driving deep inside her translucent body. Bubbles boil through her from the magic blade. For an instant, her gelatinous face is frozen in an expression of surprise.