The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  Gretchen laughs as she looks away from you and puts her ample body into making you cum. Her ass rides up and down your cock, her stretched, pink hole devours your surging manhood, and her plump cheeks smack loudly against you. The obscene sight of her wanton body is enough to send you over the edge. Your fingers sink deeply into her buttocks as you tense and ride over the edge.

  “OOOoooooo!” She lows. “Cum inside me! Cum in my ass!”

  The rush of ecstasy gives way to the intense throb of your cock as you fire powerful spurts of cum deep into Gretchen’s greedy ass. Your cream smears the crimson piston of your cock as you pump your load inside her. She continues to ride your cock even as the pleasure becomes too intense and you plead for her to stop.

  “Oh, no,” laughs Gretchen. “Stopping isn’t allowed.”

  You whimper helplessly beneath her heaving body, your cock squeezed mercilessly by her creamy ass. You have been defeated by the cow girl. You belong to her completely.

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  Item

  The only item you have is the blessed holy amulet of Veleda given to you by Theora. The gold symbol depicts the serpent of life and death that represents the dual nature of the goddess. You grasp the holy icon in your hand and lift it from inside your tunic to hold it out towards Gretchen.

  The amulet begins to glow. The buxom cow girl stares in surprise as you declare, with righteous force, “In the name of Veleda, yield to her power!”

  For a moment, you fear the holy symbol has done nothing. Then you see the tears welling in Gretchen’s eyes. She lets out a sob and reaches out slowly to run her fingers over the serpent.

  “M-my mother,” sobs Gretchen. “She used to tell me about Veleda. That even though men can be bad, women are good, and Veleda heals and fights for women everywhere.”

  As her fingers trace the shape of the serpent there is a nearly blinding flash of flight. You hear Gretchen gasp. When your eyes recover, the beautiful cow girl is staring at you with anguish as tears run down her cheeks.

  “I feel so bad, Lucas,” she sobs, and falls heavily to her knees, grabbing at your tunic. “Please, forgive me! In the name of Veleda. I-I give you my body!”

  She sprawls in the straw that covers much of the floor of the room. She spreads her plump thighs and runs her fingers over the plump mound of her panty-hugged pussy. She pulls the gusset aside and exposes the puffy folds and chubby mound of her quim. Her pink cuntlips glisten with her arousal.

  “Please, accept my offering,” she moans. “Do with me whatever you will! I am not worthy of the goddess until I am punished!”

  Your cock twitches as you consider the shameless display of the cow girl. You still grasp your sword in one hand. It would be easy to strike her down and end this madness.

  Then again, she is already offering you whatever you desire. Your gaze lingers on her huge, heaving breasts and her thick nipples.

  Why not have a bit of fun first?

  What do you do?

  Strike her down and defeat her

  Roughly fuck Gretchen in the hay

  Tenderly have sex with Gretchen

  Refuse to kiss her and return to camp

  Morelle’s warm, naked body straddling your lap and her lips close to yours make it extremely difficult to resist her. Your luscious swells, your cock twitching beneath her mound, every bit of your flesh yearning to kiss her, to pull her more tightly against you, and to sheath your cock in her steamy cunt.

  Nevertheless, you resist. You turn away from her kiss and push her off of your lap. She cries out in disappointment as you rise to your feet and look into her blazing eyes.

  “I am returning to camp,” you say, your voice cracking and betraying your excited state. “We need rest before our journey tomorrow.”

  “You need rest,” she says, rolling her eyes. “I’m hungry. I need some of your essence. Just a taste.”

  She grabs your tunic and tries to press a kiss to your lips. You twist out of her grasp and step away.

  “We return to camp,” you say firmly. “To rest. Now clothe yourself and let us be on our way.”

  “Oh, yes, master,” she says with sarcastic submissiveness.

  Despite her obvious annoyance at being denied, she conjures her traveling breeches and tunic from the air. This costume does little to reduce her erotic appeal, but at least it hides her most intimate bits from your wandering eyes. You nod approvingly, trying not to notice the cleft of her mound bulging in her breeches or the tight fit of her bodice.

  “This way,” you say, setting off in the direction you hope will lead you back to camp. To your credit as a navigator, it turns out to be the correct path and you arrive back at camp much more quickly than your journey to locate Morelle in the woods.

  The fire has died down and Theora is making ready to retire to her tent. She has changed from her usual diaphanous white gown to a clinging blue nightshirt. Some might be able to make such a garment, but Theora ample breasts strain beneath the thin fabric, her nipples thick and erect, and her shapely hips are plainly described by the soft material settling on her ample flesh.

  “You return quickly,” she says, looking at you with a golden brow raised in surprise.

  “I found Morelle bathing in a stream and, um, persuaded her to return with me,” you say, approaching the beautiful angel.

  She shocks you by thrusting her hand down the front of your trouser. Her powerful grip closes around your stiff cock.

  “You’re hard,” she says with amusement. She gives your manhood a squeeze and withdraws her hand from your trousers. She sniffs at her fingers. “But you have resisted temptation. Perhaps you have more self control than I thought.”

  “Yes, well, um, I think I should get to bed,” you say, your face suddenly very hot and your heart pounding in your chest. You turn towards your tent and find Morelle barring your way. She has changed from her travel clothes into a sheer mockery of Theora’s nightshirt. Her breasts are plainly visible through the thin, lavender fabric, her nipples and areolas hardly modest at all, and her quim showing as the shirt settles upon the swells of her hips.

  “Yeah, come to bed,” says Morelle, opening the flap of your tent.

  “You will not sleep with me in my tent,” you say to her sternly.

  “Lucas,” says Theora, calling your attention away from the pouting succubus. She stands posed almost like Morelle, holding open the flap of her tent. “You could join me tonight. I have only a single bedroll, but I could share it with you.”

  The offer is hardly veiled. Theora is inviting you to share her bed. Thought you have grappled amorously with Theora before, you have never been extended an invitation that felt kind or even for her own pleasure.

  “That’s, um, thank you for… ahhhh…”

  “Decide quickly,” she says, ducking into her tent and dropping the flap.

  You turn back to Morelle and the succubus mouths sarcastically, “Decide quickly.”

  What do you do?

  Join Theora in her tent

  Sleep alone in your tent

  Admit to her that it feels good

  Another tremor of pleasure runs through your cock as Morelle’s hungry tail sucks on your hardness beneath the water. The comely succubus strokes her fingers through your hair and presses her lips to your cheek, your chin, and finally into a kiss against your lips. Her tongue teases into your mouth, as sweet as before, and you cannot resist its lure. You embrace Morelle and kiss her hungrily.

  “Yes,” you laugh. “Of course! What do you want me to say? Your tail is incredible.”

  “That’ll do,” she giggles and kisses you again, her tongue slithering and sliding over yours in a passionate dance. While her mouth seems to melt into yours, her hands stroke your hips and grab your muscular ass. She holds you tight, her tits squeezed against you as her tail pumps relentlessly on your cock.

  Your cock swells and your balls begin to tighten up. Morelle laughs into the kiss and you feel a tantalizing crackle of power arcing from yo
ur lips to hers. She seems to inhale a wisp of violet energy that is siphoned from your parted lips. As it leaves you, a ripple of pleasure travels through your body. She is feeding on you, but this is nothing particularly upsetting. Her kisses even in the sanctum often come with a seasoning of her demonic hunger.

  Between kisses, you look down into the moonlit water, steaming with warmth, and see the violet flesh of Morelle’s tail squirming and twisting beneath the surface. Your pleasure is rising nearly to your limit. You can see the delicate folds of her tail-tip sliding over your cock and watch as the fat flesh surrounding your manhood swells and pulses.

  “That’s right,” cries Morelle breathlessly. “Cum for it! Cum for me, Lucas!”

  “Join me,” you say to her, reaching for her thighs under the water. Morelle steps back, though her tail remains latched to your cock and continues sucking furiously.

  “Cum for me, Lucas,” she purrs. “Do not fight it. Let go. Close your eyes and let go.”

  “Ahhhhhh!” You look from the pale perfection of her moonlit body to the writhing tentacle of her tail swallowing up your cock. Its intense suction draws you to the brink of pleasure. You teeter there for a moment, resisting a final surrender to ecstasy.

  “Do it,” hisses Morelle, her eyes flashing with violet malevolence. “Cum for me! Cum inside me, Lucas!”

  Your cock seems to swell larger and larger inside her tail. You gaze into her demonic eyes, glowing in the night, and you explode with pleasure.

  “Yessss!” Morelle cries, hunching over as you erupt deep in the warm folds of her tail’s inner chamber. The fleshy tendril pumps hard on your cock as you spurt your seed inside her. Flickers of violet light swirl around Morelle’s head for a moment. She flushes as she leans a hand on your shoulder and nearly doubles over with pleasure. “Oh, that’s good! Give it all to me, Lucas!”

  “T-that’s enough,” you say to her and begin to twist away from her.

  But Morelle takes hold of your shoulders with shocking strength. You cannot escape her demonic strength. Her tail seems to have only grown hungrier from drinking your seed. It flashes with violet energy beneath the surface of the stream and sucks you harder and harder.

  “Please… ahhhhh… please, I’m too sensitive,” you gasp.

  “Shhhhhhh,” says Morelle, caressing your cheek. Her tail continues, drawing your cock into an almost painful rush of more pleasure. Morelle embraces you and kisses your neck. “That’s it, Lucas. Give me more. Give me more of your seed.”

  “No, wait, I—AHHHHHH!” You can do nothing for several seconds as your cock pulses and you erupt once more deep inside Morelle’s tail. The beautiful succubus adds a kiss to your lips, devouring still more of your essence even as her tail feeds greedily on your twitching cock.

  “More,” she gasps against your lips, her tail swallowing every drop of your cum. “Give it all to me, Lucas. I need it all.”

  Your doom is glistening and warm and pressed against you. It writhes beneath the water, wrapped around your sensitive cock and still throbbing lustily around your manhood.

  “No, that’s enough,” you cry, trying weakly to push her away. You press on her shoulders, on her soft breasts, but it is like trying to move a mountain with your hands.

  Her eyes flash brightly. Her wings spread open and she seems to grow taller and more demonic as your cock endures the agonizing pleasure of her tail.

  “You taste sooooo good,” whines Morelle. “Don’t fight anything anymore. Give it all to me.”

  She kisses you passionately, holding you in her arms as her tail continues to suck your cock beneath the water. The pain of your pleasure makes you cry out faintly against Morelle’s lips. You can feel your essence being drained by the tail of the succubus and you. She is going to devour your soul!

  “Every drop,” whispers Morelle, a shudder running through the hot channel of her tail.

  What do you do?

  Let Morelle drink all your essence

  Force Morelle to stop feeding on you

  Refuse to admit your pleasure

  You tighten your lips to seal off a gasp of pleasure as Morelle’s diabolical tail sucks urgently on your cock beneath the warm water of the stream. The succubus studies your face as if expecting you to break down and admit it. Her tail suckles rhythmically, drawing you slowly but steadily towards an explosion deep in its molten sheath. Will she feed on you if you cum inside her tail? Will she stop feeding on you or try to take your soul?

  Morelle’s brow crinkles with annoyance but the smile remains on her face.

  “I can feel your cock throbbing and dripping your yummy precum,” she purrs softly. “So why fight it, Lucas?”

  She kisses your shoulder, your neck, your cheek. She presses her soft breasts and hard nipples against your chest, rubbing them against you as her tail drags you towards what feels like your doom.

  “Come onnnnn,” she teases, nibbling at your earlobe. “Admit it, Lucas. There’s no harm in that.”

  “No,” you manage through clenched teeth.

  She kisses your shoulder again and this time kissing to your collarbone and the slight swell of your youthful pectoral muscles. Her lips are soft and warm as they seek out the hard pebble of your nipple. Suddenly her mouth is latched to your sensitive bud and she is drawing your tender flesh between her sucking lips.

  “Ahhhh,” you cry, thrusting involuntarily into the damned sheath of her tail.

  “That’s it,” she giggles. “If you can’t say it, I can get you to admit it in other ways.”

  Her tongue flicks maddeningly against your nipple as Morelle slides a hand from your hip around to your firm buttocks. She caresses your crack beneath the water and presses two fingers to the tender clench of your anus.

  “W-what are you doing?” You gasp.

  “Relax,” she says. “Just giving you a little help.”

  Her fingers push past your clench and your eyes widen.

  “Ahhhhhh!” You brace yourself against her shoulders. Morelle giggles and watches your reaction as she pushes her fingers deeper into your ass. The sensation is not particularly pleasant until she suddenly hits an unexpected spot deep inside your ass. She seems to press upwards and it is almost as if she is controlling your cock like a puppet. You suddenly explode with uncontrollable force deep inside her tail.

  “Thaaaaat’s it,” she laughs and flicks her tongue against your nipples as her fingers milk your cock into her suckling tail. Shot after shot of your cum pulses out with a force you have never experienced before. The more her fingers prod, the more of your hot seed flows out. Morelle’s violet eyes light up with her demonic power as she feasts on your essence. The pleasure of her feeding overwhelms the pleasure of your orgasm until you are left barely able to stand.

  Morelle laughs softly, standing upright and kissing you gently on the lips. Her tail continues to suck and keeps you unflaggingly hard. She massages her fingers deep into your ass, rubbing against that spot that has you on the verge of cumming again after only moments.

  “No point fighting it now,” she laughs and gives you another kiss. “I can feel there’s more cum in there for me. I’m going to get it all out and I’m going to eat up every drop of your essence.”

  “What?” You gasp, watching her breasts squash against your chest. “You can’t do that, Morelle. Please. We’re allies.”

  Her fingers move inside you and whatever she whispers in reply is loss in the pounding rush of another orgasm. If anything, it is even more potent than the first as you shoot again and again deep into her tail, your ass clenching rhythmically against her probing fingers.

  “No more,” you moan as the last of your cum trickles out.

  “More,” she counters. “Every drop. Come on, Lucas. A couple more times and then you will be all slurped up. Don’t fight it. I promise you will enjoy every moment.”

  Her eyes glow brightly in the night, reflecting in the dark waters of the stream.

  Your body has already made up its mind, y
our cock swelling once more and preparing to gush still more of your seed into her evil tail. You cannot last much longer.

  What do you do?

  Submit completely to Morelle

  Force Morelle to stop feeding on you

  Confess your attraction to her

  “Theora,” you whisper, gazing from her full lips to her silvery-blue eyes. “I feel compelled in this moment to share a truth with you.”

  “Of course, confess to me,” she says.

  “I admire you, um, and I… it is more than admiration.” Your face grows hot with embarrassment. Your heart beats wildly. “I… desire you, Theora. You are so beautiful and perfect and strong. And, um… yes, this is what I wish to confess.”

  You cannot meet her gaze, but the silence that answers your confession is agonizing. Her soft laugh that follows is even worse.

  “Of course you desire me, Lucas,” she says, her tone almost sympathetic. “I am an angel of Veleda, one of the most beautiful creatures in all of creation, and you are a sex-hungry boy. A beast of hormones and flesh. I am divine.”

  You resist the urge to shout at her or begin to cry, but only barely. She releases you from her embrace and sets you upright on the log beside her.

  “You did not have to laugh at me,” you pout.

  “Aw, did I hurt your feelings, Lucas?” She prods you with a fingertip in your ribs. You wince as her finger is as strong and hard as a steel rod. “What were you expecting? For me to confess my love for you?”

  “No!” You snap, jerking away from her prodding finger. “No! I just… I wasn’t expecting you to laugh at me!”

  You have never felt such anger towards her. You stare fiercely at her and clench your hands into fists. If your sword were in your grasp you fear you might swing it at the beautiful angel.