The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Good boy,” she says. “You had better clean up. I am tempted to make you lick up your mess… but I will show mercy to you.”

  “Th-thank you,” you moan, wiping a handkerchief to clean up your cum.

  She waves her hand and she is clean and dressed once more in her gown. You tuck your cock back into your trousers. You feel suddenly ten times as exhausted from the long march.

  “I think, um, I will go to my tent now and, um, get some rest.”

  “Yes, of course,” says Theora, stirring the fire with a stick. “We leave before dawn.”

  You retire to your tent, tossing and turning in your bedroll as you think about Theora’s lovely perfect feet stroking your cock and pushing her wriggling toes into your mouth. Oh, to be smothered by those lovely feet, to have her step on your face or your cock, to tongue-clean her toes as she toys with your manhood. These fantasies lead you to similar dreams, Theora as a giantess squeezing you beneath her feet, from which you are rudely awakened by Theora’s harsh command, “Up with you!”

  “Wha?” You stir in your tent, the light still gray before dawn.

  “I said get up,” shouts Theora. “I have almost finished with breakfast. Eat it quickly so we can be on our way.”

  You pull on your clothes and stagger out of your tent. Theora is stirring a pot of sweet-smelling oats over the fire and tending to a cast iron skillet filled with sizzling meat. Morelle is sulking on one of the overturned logs by the fire, idly stirring a steaming bowl of oats and meat.

  “Here,” says Theora, passing a similar bowl to you. “No honey.”

  “I had all the honey I need last night.” You begin to recollect, a dreamy smile on your face, but your bliss is cut short by Theora’s hard stare.

  “Speak no more of last night or I will scald you raw with a cauldron full of oats.”

  You sigh and sit down beside Morelle.

  “You never came looking for me,” says the succubus. “I was waiting for you to come fuck me.”

  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 >

  Surrender

  Gretchen’s buxom beauty and her impressive size make her an unstoppable foe. You see no point in prolonging this combat. Better to yield to her and enjoy your downfall.

  “I surrender!” You shout and toss your sword to the ground with a thump.

  “Ohh, do you? Good boy!” She prowls towards you, her shapely hips swinging as she plays with her massive mounds, producing another spray of milk from each pink nipple. She pushes her milky breasts into your face and curls one hand around the back of your head, pulling you into the warm valley of her cleavage.

  “Mmmmmm,” you say, bracing your hands on her hips.

  “Shut up and suck, Lucas,” she giggles. “Taste my milk and I will drain yours.”

  The way she says “drain” makes you think of the evil hunger that sometimes flashes in Morelle’s eyes. Does Gretchen steal the life force of the men in her barn? Will you end up like them, doomed to feed her your soul?

  You try to lift your head from between Gretchen’s breasts and she pulls you roughly to one of her dripping nipples. Your words are once again muffled and this time her fat nipple pushes into your mouth, against your tongue, spurting her warm, sweet cream across your tongue. The flavor is incredible. Much better than any cow’s milk you have tasted.

  It is a small amount and you swallow without thinking. Almost immediately, warmth spreads throughout your body and you moan around her nipple.

  “That’s right, Lucas,” she moans, holding you against her breast. “Drink as much as you want.”

  “Mmmmmphhmm!” Your muffled reply is enthusiastic as you latch your lips around her pink nipple, engulfing her wide areola and sucking so hard that her soft titflesh bulges into your mouth. Her fat nipple stretches nearly to the back of your throat and her cream bastes your mouth and coats your tongue in a plentiful spray. You gulp her warm milk as it gushes into your mouth, swallowing greedily, lips popping like a hungry tot trying to find a latch against her spit-shined pink areola.

  “Oh, yesss,” she moans, tossing her head back and obviously enjoying you nursing at her creamy teat.

  You suck and swallow again and again, only prying your lips free of her nipple to seek out her other breast, reaching with your hand to help guide her soft breast to your mouth. She shifts you in her embrace and you suck her other breast, swallowing more and more of her warm milk as your cock jerks in your trousers.

  “Mmmmmmmm,” you whine, squirming against her and eager to cum.

  “Oh, someone is eager,” she laughs. “Alright, little Lucas, let’s take care of your milk now.”

  “MMmmmmmhaaaaaaah,” you reply, the weight of her breasts finally lifting from your face with a wet pop of your mouth on her nipple. She pushes you back onto the floor and smiles down at your cock not only tenting your trousers, but a wet spot spreading on the fabric. She squeezes your manhood through your pants and you groan and nearly explode from that one touch.

  “What do we have here?” She giggles. “Let’s see what little Lucas has for me.”

  She unbuttons your trousers and fishes out the stiff length of your cock. The tip is glistening with your precum as she gently wanks you in her soft hand.

  “Oh, it’s bigger than I expected,” she says. “Are you ready to give me your milk, Lucas?”

  “Y-yes,” you moan. “Yes, please, take my milk.”

  She peels off her frilly panties and bares the plump pink peach of her pussy. You watch in milk-drunk awe, your body hot with desire and your cock twitching as she straddles you and guides your manhood to her slick folds. She moans as she feeds your cock into her pussy and sinks down onto your length, her slick channel gripping you with a squeeze as she rides down to your balls.

  “Oh, gods,” you moan, resting your hands on her ample hips.

  “Every boy likes that,” she giggles. “Now watch my milky tits bounce.”

  She rides you hard and fast from the outset, her ass slapping down, driving you into the floor, and her huge tits wobbling and bouncing with the force of her moving hips. Your pleasure is so intense – so warm and wet – that you are shocked into holding off for at least a few more strokes. Her weight easily pins you down and the liquid jiggling of her soft body entrances you as you gaze up at her. Each bounce of her creamy tits sends a splatter of milk onto your body and face and on the floor.

  She rides faster and faster, gasping with pleasure of her own, until you cannot take it any longer. You grip her hips tightly and thrust up and into that exquisite furnace of pleasure.

  “Oh, Gretchen!” You cry. “I’m cumming!”

  “Yes! Yes! Give me your milk!” She cries, pushing your chest down with her hands. You arch beneath her weight and thrust deep into her slick cunt. Your painfully straining cock jerks and erupts deep into the fluttering depths of Gretchen’s pussy. Although the pleasure is intense and wonderful, there is no sensation like she is feeding on your life force. As you relax, your pleasure spent, her ride slows atop you and her creamy pussy squeezes around you.

  “Good,” she says. “But there is so much more milk to extract.”

  She slides off your cock with a lewd slurp. You glimpse your cum trickling out of her blushing pussy and dripping down the inside of her thick thighs. She steps past you and lifts you to your feet with impressive strength. You stand uncertainly, still drunk on her milk.

  “Come along, Lucas,” she says. “I will find a nice place for you in the barn. You’ll be so comfy.”

  You offer no resistance as she leads you out of the farmhouse. You have been completely defeated by the cow girl.

  CONTINUE >

  Take Theora passionately from above

  Your heart brims with affection for Theora. You hold her in your arms and gaze into her lust-heavy silvery-blue eyes. You have never felt a moment lik
e this with her before and you do not intend to squander it. You caress her feather back and pull her tighter against your chest, her luscious breasts molding to you and her lips parting in a sigh of desire. You kiss those lips, passionately, linking mouth-to-mouth and tongue-to-tongue in a torrid press that melts together. You hardness presses against her thighs as you move on instinct, rolling her onto her back and pressing between her legs.

  “Lucas,” she moans against your lips.

  “Theora,” you hiss in reply, sparing her kiss for only a moment before returning to that passionate swirl of tongues. You shift atop her and the tip of your cock presses to the hot furrow of Theora’s quim. She sighs with pleasure against your lips and you press forward, your cock catching at her entrance and slowly parting her slick folds. You look into her eyes as you sink deeper, your cockhead passing her velvet lips as you thrust into the hot, silky clutch of her cunt.

  “Ohhhh!” You moan in unison, siding every inch of your cock into her pussy until you are fully-sheathed and your stones press against the soft divot of her anus.

  “It feels huge,” she moans against your lips. There is a certain truth to her words, your cock feels incredibly swollen at the moment. You pull back with your hips and thrust your cock in again, hilting it and letting out a rumbling groan of pleasure. The exquisite squeeze of her inner muscles threatens to send you over the brink in only a few strokes, but you gaze down at her firelit face and resist the urge.

  “Gods, you are beautiful,” you murmur, eliciting a gasp and a wide smile.

  “I was made this way by the goddess,” she agrees, squeezing your hips with her thighs and pulling you deeper. You push your upper body off of her, balancing your weight on your hands for better leverage as you plow deep into her pussy.

  “Thank Veleda then,” you laugh and arch over her body to kiss her once more on the lips. Your vigorous thrusts into the heat of her pussy turns your kiss sloppy almost immediately. It doesn’t matter. You moan together, tongues slipping and sliding and lips barely touching as you pound your hardness deep into her greedy cunt.

  “Yesss!” She moans. “Harder! Fuck me harder! Ohhhhhh Lucas! It’s so good!”

  “It is,” you agree, fighting back the urge to explode inside her. Gazing into those silvery-blue eyes, you demand, “Cum for me, Theora. Cum for my cock!”

  “Ohhhhhhhh!” She folds her legs around you, pulling your cock so deep it feels as if her tight pussy might swallow your bollocks as well. Her wings snap open suddenly, flinging loose feathers and leaves and twigs across the ground despite being beneath her and you both. She looks almost to be in pain as you skewer her with deep, deliberate thrusts, burying your cock to the hilt and pulling it almost completely out with each stroke. Her pussy tightens in rhythmic squeezes and she arches beneath you, her wings spreading even wider. Her cry of ecstasy echoes in the darkness, “AAAAAAHHHH! YESSS!”

  It is only as you feel the tension ebbing from her as she crosses her peak that you allow yourself to succumb to the pleasure. You thrust deep, your cock nearly vibrating with the intensity of your ecstasy. You look down into her lidded eyes as you explode inside her, pumping spurt after spurt into her hot pussy. Her folded legs hold you deep inside her cunt even as the last of your seed trickles out. She pulls you to her lips and kisses you softly.

  “Oh, Lucas,” she whispers. “We are fools.”

  “Maybe so,” you smile against her lips. “Lucky ones though.”

  You kiss her again and her pussy squeezes around you, spilling out some of your cream and finally pushing out your flaccid cock. Her legs release you, but you stay atop her, kissing her and caressing her, your cock threatening to reawaken.

  “We had better go to our tents,” she says, releasing you from her embrace. You roll slowly off of her and disentangle your legs.

  “Let Morelle have your tent,” you suggest as you rise to your feet. You give Theora a hand up and to your surprise she accepts and you pull her to her feet.

  “Why would I do that?” She asks.

  You answer her by pulling her forcefully into your arms and kissing her again. “You can sleep in mine.”

  “Oh, you think you’ve earned that?” She laughs.

  “Yes,” you answer and kiss her again.

  She hesitates, but answers you with a slight nod. “So long as it is only to sleep. I will permit you to keep me warm.”

  Theora’s tent is spacious and lovely and you regret suggesting she offer it to the absent succubus. Your tent is patched and the bedroll is flimsy. Such inadequacies are forgotten the moment you curl beneath your blanket and Theora slips in beside you. She kisses you softly and snuggles her naked body against you, her plump nipples tickling against your chest.

  You slide your hand around to fondle her round ass and she looks up at you, her eyes flashing in the darkness.

  “Sleep,” she says. “Not pleasure. We must rise early and be on our way.”

  Surprisingly, you resist your stirring cock and the loveliness of her body pressing against you and you embrace the weariness from your long journey. You slip into a deep sleep, dreaming of Theora in her radiant glory, embracing you and pleasuring you.

  You awaken and it is still dark. Theora is on her side, her back to you, her lovely ass pressing against your hips and your cock hard and aware of the heat of her quim perhaps only a finger’s width away. She is breathing heavily and her shoulder is moving. She pushes back, rubbing your cock against her slick folds and the softness of her ass. Her fingers are moving against her clit.

  She’s masturbating! She’s using your body and masturbating!

  What do you do?

  Pretend to be asleep

  Thrust confidently into Theora's steamy pussy

  Kiss Theora on her lips

  Theora holds you in her arms, against the warmth of her bosom, a hint of sympathy in her silvery-blue eyes. Even someone as naïve as you can sense the rare perfection of this moment. You pull yourself fully upright, so that you are almost on an equal level with her. Before she can end the embrace you lean, slowing at the last moment as your lips brush lightly against hers. So soft! Her smell like flowers and sunlight as you breathe it in. Her lips are parted slightly as you press your kiss to her mouth.

  She stiffens as your arms wrap around her, reacting with surprise, but not pushing you away. Her lips part, inviting you into the warmth and sweetness of her mouth. Your tongue slips past her lips and meets hers in a slippery embrace. She pulls you tighter and one of her hands slides from your back to the back of your head, deepening the kiss.

  Praise the goddess, Theora wants this!

  Your last bit of caution is forgotten as you kiss Theora passionately. She seems to answer you with equal desire, moaning against your lips as your tongues wrap and slide together in the molten cove of your mouths. Your lips move against hers, movements guided purely by lust and affection. Tongues warring in a way that you know you cannot win, but you can enjoy.

  “Theora,” you moan against her kiss.

  “Lucas,” she gasps in reply.

  Her hand slips down into your lap and your moan against her lips grows louder as you feel her powerful hand seek your cock. She squeezes your hardness and chuckles sweetly against your kiss. Her hand pulls your trousers tight against your manhood and strokes you deftly despite the rough fabric between her hand and your cock.

  You break the kiss, breathless with lust, and your eyes are drawn to Theora in her lovely gown. Her breasts heave, barely contained by the sheer fabric, her body squirming on the log and her thighs apart. Her alabaster face is flushed with her desire. Her eyes invite you to be bold.

  What do you do?

  Fondle Theora's breasts

  Slip your hand between her legs

  Visit with Oola the slime girl

  You remember Oola, the slime girl you captured during your last adventure, and your cock stiffens at the thought of her voluptuous, jiggling, and very strange body. It’s hard to think of a human-sized, shape-sh
ifting blob of slime as cute, but Oola seems to fit the word. Even if her hunger for your cum borders on the predatory, she is so damned happy about it all.

  “I suppose it’s time I pay Oola a visit,” you say to Hina.

  “Very good, master,” says Hina. “This way.”

  She leads you downstairs and away from the pleasant environs of the palace, bringing you to an area that could only be considered dank and dungeon-like. There are even torture devices and shackles in some of the chambers you pass.

  “What is this part of the palace used for, Hina?” You ask.

  “Some visitors need to be contained,” says the automaton. “And previous masters have used the implements here to extract confessions or other information.”

  “They don’t sound like very nice people,” you remark.

  “Not nice like you,” says Hina, smiling vacantly. “By the way, master, Oola has missed you very much. I hear her singing her songs down in the dungeon but I am afraid I cannot comfort her.”

  “Why is that?” You wonder.

  “I do not have ‘human boy seed’ for her,” says Hina. “Although I have attempted to pleasure her using a detachable—“

  A burbling song echoes in the dark and interrupts the automaton. Her eyes flash blue and she leads you down what has become a tunnel. After a few more paces, the strange melody becoming louder with each step, Hina stops and gestures to a darkened archway. No, not completely dark, you see a faint, violet glow.

  Hina whispers, “She is through there, master.”

  Your heart beats a little faster as you step past Hina and through the dark archway. Oola is hanging from the ceiling, her limbs shapelessly attached to the rough rocks and her human-like head dangling down into the tunnel. She burbles a sweet, lullaby-like melody that you cannot quite place.