The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “I am ready,” she says, a dreamy look in her eyes.

  “It will not hurt,” you say, rising and drawing your sword from its sheath.

  “Let me hold it,” she says, gesturing to the amulet that sent her into religious ecstasy.

  You give her the amulet and she kneels with it in her hands. You raise your sword to strike her down and the glow from the amulet grows brighter and brighter. You can hear Veleda’s voice whispering, “Mercy.”

  The golden light from the amulet engulfs Gretchen’s body and for a moment she is completely consumed by the bright light. You have to cover your eyes with your hand. The light fades and Gretchen is gone. The amulet, still glowing like an ember pulled from the fire, rests on the floor. The pink gemstone in the hilt of your sword pulses once.

  You retrieve the amulet, sheath your sword, and get dressed. You feel like you have witnessed a miracle. You are at peace with the world and your duty as Veleda’s hero. You depart from the farmhouse with a grin on your face.

  CONTINUE >

  Livestock for the cow girl

  The man next to you groans and you lift your head from the milking table. He is a portly man with a long mop of black hair and an unshaven face. He is one of Gretchen’s more recent milk bulls. You do not think about much anymore, but you seem to recall that he was a traveling merchant and she lured him into the barn. She has had to lure many men to replace the ones you freed from captivity. She has also had to milk you much harder than any of the others to punish you for releasing her herd.

  “That’s a good boy, Herctor,” says Gretchen, pumping her hand up and down his cock. He is hanging from the ceiling by his bound arms with a small padded seat for him to sit on. His red cock jerks in Gretchen’s grasp and you hear the familiar ring of the spurts of his seed in the milk pail. Gretchen coos, “Goooooood boy, that’s so good. So much milk. What a big boy you are.”

  She finishes his milking and gives him a kiss on the lips. Her expression hardens a little as she walks towards you, her hips swinging and making her frilly panties bounce with each step. You are face down on the milking table, your cock thrust through a hole beneath it and aimed directly at the spot where she will place a fresh milking bucket. She has tied something leathery around your balls and cock at the base and you are painfully erect and eager to be milked.

  “Hello Lucas,” she says, stroking your back and teasing you with her nails. “Turn your head this way. I’ll give you some milk.”

  You tremble with excitement and turn your head. She leans down, dropping the weight of her right breast on the table beside your face. Her nipple is tantalizingly close to your mouth. The scent of her milk stirs your hunger. You open your mouth and low like a beast.

  “Yes, here you are,” she says, caressing your head. “There is some left after the others.”

  She feeds her sucked-red nipple to your mouth and you eagerly latch and suckle hungrily at the sweet, thin milk that burst across your tongue. You swallow and feel the soothing warmth of her magic milk suffusing your body. She stretches one hand beneath the table. You hear her moving the bucket and then you feel her hand wrapping around your shaft. Her fingers untie the leather band that keep you hard and you groan with relief against her smothering teat.

  “There we are,” she says. “You have been here for a long time, Lucas, but you are always such an obedient boy when it comes time to milk you.”

  “Mmmmmmmmm,” you moan against her breast, slurping and gulping down her milk.

  The familiar grip of her hand administers efficient pleasure with each stroke. She pauses after a few pumps to slather her hand in the lubricant she makes from milk extract. It feels almost like melting butter as she spreads it over your shaft and her fingers glide easily over your cock. She presses her thumb just beneath your glans, a spot guaranteed to get a reaction as she massages it carefully.

  You moan louder against her teat, milk overflowing your mouth onto the table as you lose yourself in the pleasure. Intense throbbing reaches up your shaft to your tight balls and you spurt your seed into the bucket beneath the milking table.

  “Good boyyyy,” coos Gretchen. “Let’s go for at least three today.”

  “Mmmmmmmm!” You moan against her breast as she strokes you vigorously through your orgasm and continues, pumping your cock and not allowing you to go soft. The sensation is excruciating, but she does not seem to care as she tugs you to another orgasm, your seed spurting into the bucket beneath you.

  “Two,” she counts and continues stroking. She shifts and switches hands, freeing her nipple from your mouth.

  You try to plead with her to stop, but drunk on her milk the only word that comes out of your mouth is the familiar, “Mmoooooooo!”

  “Aw, I know,” she giggles. “It’s hard work. Just relax. I think you have five in you today.”

  She knows best, massaging your cock with her other hand until you are spurting again and again and again into the bucket. After the fifth orgasm, things become truly painful. Gretchen insists on milking your cock to a sixth ejaculation, your seed dribbling out softly into the pail.

  “You’re the best of my milkers, Lucas,” she whispers, leaning her breasts against your back and pressing her lips to your ear. “You keep making up for letting all those men leave and I might ease you down to just three in the evening. Would you like that?”

  “Mmoooooooo!” You low piteously.

  “Alright, I’ll keep going with four then,” she says, kissing your cheek. “You’re such a hard worker!”

  Her weight lifts from your back and you hear her fetching the pail from beneath the milking table. Your cum sloshes in the silver bucket. You want to feel despair, but you don’t feel much of anything. A dumb, animal smile is plastered on your face as she leaves your side and sets to work refining your essence into the elixir demanded by Lady Rachelle and the Queen of the Monsters.

  You may spend months or years in captivity, but your mind is already fading into the haze of madness.

  This is your life now and you are never going to escape.

  CONTINUE >

  Triumphant over the cow girl

  Morelle and Theora are waiting for you in the woods not far from the farmhouse where you found Gretchen. Morelle bounces from her perch on a pile of cordwood and throws her arms around you.

  “You made it!” She cries, showering you with kisses. You lift her into your arms and return a few of them before noticing Theora standing nearby with her arms folded.

  “I made it,” you say. “What about all those men I freed?”

  “I blessed them in the name of Veleda and sent them down to the village,” says Theora. “Most of them where from the village. And it wouldn’t do to have them hanging around a succubus.”

  You glance at Morelle in her accentuating costume and give a slight nod of agreement.

  “Can we go home now?” You ask hopefully.

  “I am afraid not, Lucas,” says Theora.

  “Lady Rachelle?”

  “No, this one is useless,” says Theora, rolling her eyes at Morelle. “Veleda has sent me a vision of another monster girl nearby. I do not know where or what, although I have suspicions. There is a hidden glade nearby. We will travel there and you and Morelle will return to the safety of the Sanctum. I must ascend to confer with the goddess.”

  “You won’t come with us?”

  “No, Lucas,” she says softly. “If it is what I fear, then you will be facing one of the deadliest foes you are likely to encounter.”

  Not exactly comforted by her words, you nevertheless agree to her plan. The three of you walk to this hidden glade Theora spotted and you place your sword in the hollow of a dead tree.

  “It will be safe there,” says Theora. “I must go now. I will find you in the morning when you return.”

  You begin to say something to her, but there is a bright flash of light and she is gone. One of the northern stars seems to be glowing a bit brighter in the sky.

  “Do I really
have to go back to the stupid sword castle?” Morelle whines. You place your hand upon the sword, one arm around Morelle, and cry out, “SANCTUM SERENITY!”

  There is a blinding flash of light and the sense of falling through the air. You are standing somewhere else the next instant, a gauzy pink sunset sky stretching out above the immaculate white stones of the palace. Morelle dances off in the direction of the castle, giggling and leaving you standing in an empty path.

  No, not entirely empty. Hina, your blue-haired, beautiful automaton servant, is standing and looking at you expectantly.

  “A feast has been prepared to celebrate your victory, master,” she says, gesturing toward the palace.

  “Well, uh, lead the way,” you say, unnerved as always by the glassy eyes of the android. She sets off for the castle and a leisurely pace and you follow along a step behind her, admiring her firm automaton ass. She brings you to the dining hall, where a table large enough to seat twenty is piled high with roast duck, pheasant, and chicken, honey ham, beef roll, and two kinds of steamed dumplings. There are grapes, pears, apples, oranges, and several fruits you do not recognize. Candied ginger and bartle nuts. Kidney pie with roasted and mashed potatoes. And several varieties of cake.

  You gorge until your belly aches, filling up on food , mead, and dark beer that Hina assures you has been brewed by her from the finest ingredients.

  When you have had more than your fill, she brings you a coffee and some chocolates to digest your meal. A brandy follows. Hina approaches you again as you sit by the hearth in the dining hall and nearly doze off in the overstuffed chair.

  “The food was great, Hina,” you say, patting your belly.

  “Thank you, master,” she says. “Lady Theora is not here presently, but you have three other guests who would no doubt appreciate a visit. I am also fully available for your entertainment.”

  What do you do?

  Visit with Morelle the novice succubus

  Visit with Oola the slime girl

  Visit with Gretchen the cow girl

  Visit with Hina in your private suite

  Special Ability

  Staring down the buxom and brash cow girl, you decide upon your need to employ one of your special abilities. Fortunately, your talents have expanded.

  Theora taught you the ability called Startle Eye which lets you call upon the dazzling righteousness of Veleda to attempt to blind or frighten your foe with a bright flash of light. So far, you have not found a good use for this ability. Surely it will come in handy eventually.

  Theora also taught you the ability she called Dervish Strike. By channeling the holy fury of Veleda you are able to wield your magic sword in a frenzied series of strikes in all directions. This power greatly increases your offensive capability for a brief series of strikes at the cost of mounting any defense.

  Finally, Morelle has taught you the diabolical delights of Maddening Pleasure, which allows you to seduce and pleasure a female monster until she is at your mercy. You only just learned this ability, so Gretchen would be your first foe to face such power.

  “What are you waiting for?” Gretchen snorts and stomps one of her hooves impatiently.

  Which Special Ability will you use?

  Startle Eye

  Dervish Strike

  Maddening Pleasure

  Pretend to be asleep

  You decide not to interrupt Theora’s enjoyment and you resume loud steady breathing to feign sleep. Theora works her hips, rubbing the underside of your cock against the warm crescent of her crack. You can hear her excited breathing and the soft slosh of her fingers as they pump in and out of her slick pussy. Occasionally, a wet digit brushes against your cock.

  “Ohhh, Lucas,” she sighs.

  You try to stay quiet, pretending to be asleep, but it is hard at times as her humping becomes more vigorous and your cock actually presses, upright, between her buttocks. The warm curve between them cradles your hardness as she pumps her fingers in and out of her soaking pussy.

  “Mmmm,” you moan through pursed lips. She stiffens for a moment and stops moving. You force your breathing to the steady, soft snore of someone in a deep sleep.

  “Take control, Lucas,” she whispers and for a moment you think she is talking to you and not the fantasy version of you. Her voice quavers as she moans, “Make me suck your cock. Mmmmmm!”

  You hear wet popping of suction and you realize Theora is sucking on her fingers. She resumes rocking her hips and fucking against the fingers of her other hand.

  “Fuck me,” she moans. “Fuck me with your… mmmm… big cock.”

  You’re not sure how she is fucking you and sucking your cock at the same time, but the logistics of her fantasy aren’t really relevant to your twitching cock. The more excited she gets, the more she is rubbing and pushing her ass back against your manhood. It’s an awkward position. You are trying to pretend to be asleep as she is constantly grinding her luscious ass against your hips and cock. It’s warm between her cheeks and you feel her muscles flexing around your shaft each time she grinds down your cock.

  “Mmmmmm ohhhh Lucas,” she cries under her breath, bucking even harder. “You’re so powerful. I will kneel for you any time you should ask!”

  Somehow you manage not to thrust your hips and fuck between the soft squeeze of her cheeks. You bite back your cries of pleasure as your precum begins to ooze out and slick Theora’s crack. If she notices, it only seems to excite her further. She begins to gasp and jerks more forcefully against your cock.

  “Mmmmm ohhh yes,” she moans around her fingers.”Make me drink your human seed. Fill me with it! Ahhh!”

  She abandons her efforts to stay quiet as she bucks forcefully against your cock and wails with pleasure. The tension builds in her muscular body and her wings stir against your chest. Her cheeks squeeze tightly around your cock and her movements grow wilder and more intense. Her body shakes against you, her cheeks squeezing tight and…

  “It’s too much,” you hiss under your breath. Your cock throbs and jerks and you spurt your seed against her lower back, your hot glaze dribbling down her cheeks to the bedroll.

  “Oh… oh Lucas,” she whispers, her breath coming in soft gasps. She stops moving against you as the last of your cum smears against her lower back. She relaxes against you and your cock begins to go flaccid. You are surprised when she shifts and you feel a tingling sensation wherever your body touches hers. The cum you spurted onto her creamy skin is gone and your cock is clean.

  She grows quiet and still and after a moment you can hear Theora begin to snore. You fall asleep as well and have intense dreams of sex with Theora. You picture her living with you in your family farmhouse, doing the wash and tending to your cows. You dream of Theora gravid with child, your child.

  You awake to the pre-dawn gray light filtering through the flap of your tent. You are alone in the bedroll and you feel a momentary tug of sadness that your dream of starting a family with Theora was only a dream.

  You pull on your clothes and step out of your tent. Theora stands by the campfire, stirring a pot of steaming oats and cooking rashers of meat in a skillet. You step up behind her and put your hands on her hips. You lean around her and kiss her neck.

  She stiffens against you and softly says, “No, Lucas.”

  “No?” You say, stung by the word.

  She turns and pushes you away gently, her hands on your chest.

  “Last night was… was a mistake, for both of us. Your triumph over evil depends on my role as your tutor and—“

  “Damn it all,” you say, trying to embrace her. She shrugs out of your arms and steps back.

  “Stop it,” she says firmly. “We are not fated to be together, Lucas. I am an angel and you are a mortal and if that weren’t enough, you are also my ward. I must train you and guide you and I cannot do both effectively if we are lovers.”

  “I…”

  You bite back a further reply. You turn away from Theora as Morelle emerges, stretching and yawn
ing, from Theora’s tent. You sit down on one of the fallen logs beside the fire and Morelle joins you, leaning her head against your shoulder.

  “You didn’t come and find me last night,” she says. “I needed to fuck. Maybe we can sneak off to the tent and do it right now.”

  You sigh and push Morelle away.

  “We have to be on our way soon,” you say.

  “Maybe later then,” she giggles and gives you a wink.

  Theora hands you and Morelle each a steaming bowl of oats and skillet-fried meat. You sigh again and begin to stuff your face with the food. Full, but still sore and half-asleep, you strike camp. Theora promises you will arrive in Bruno before nightfall.

  CONTINUE >

  Sprawl with her beside the fire

  You need more pleasure than can be found sitting on a stump with Theora. You need to feel her body against yours by the warmth of the fire. You take her hands in yours and rise slowly. She gives you a surprised smile, but allows you to lead her closer to the fire. Her ample curves are colored in red and gold, the firelight twinkling in her large eyes. You spread a blanket on the ground beside the fire and descend to your knees beside her.

  “It is warm,” you say. “And we will keep each other even warmer.”

  “Very well,” she says, sinking down to her knees beside you. “So long as you do not forget your place with—“

  You interrupt her with a kiss. She stiffens and braces her hands on your shoulders. You fear she might push you away, but after a moment she relaxes and pulls you into a deeper embrace. Your arms wrap around her strong shoulders and your fingers caress her silky golden hair. The more you kiss the more you yearn to sheath your cock in the hot cove of her cunt.