The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Oola?” You call, your voice loud and echoing in the tunnel.

  A ripple runs through her body and her translucent violet head, dangling like a fat drop of liquid, rotates bonelessly to face you. She burbles excitedly, “Lucas! You come to see me!”

  Oola detaches from the ceiling with a wet slurp, her shapeless body splashing on the floor, gathering into a mound and forming into a voluptuous human shape. Her plump, pectin breasts wobble and her wide, gelatinous hips jiggle. You can even make out the fat goo of her nipples and the plump slime of her quim. She slithers across the floor towards you, a mad smile stretching her features.

  “Give me hugs!” She demands, spreading her arms wide.

  You have little choice in the matter as a wave of feminine slime collides with you and overpowers your arms, pushing you against the wall of the tunnel. Her body splatters and reforms against you. Her cool, sweet-smelling gelatin breasts squeeze against your chest and her soft arms pin you to the wall.

  “Awoooooo,” she burbles merrily and plants a slimy kiss on your lips. Her gooey tongue is in your mouth before you can even react and her slimy fingers are slithering into your trousers. Even though her lips and tongue are fully engaged, she speaks from elsewhere on her amorphous body. “Did you bring me more yummy seed?”

  Her cool, slick slime opens the laces of your trousers and oozes down into your underwear. Oola forms a slippery hand that grasps your cock and squeezes you gently. It feels as if she is stroking you and gently sucking you at the same time. The sensation is incredible, goo swirling around your straining cock.

  “Mmmmmmm!” You cry out against her slippery lips.

  “Oh, sorry Lucas,” she burbles, pulling her head back enough for you to breathe. “I forget human boys need air.”

  “Yes… air… good,” you pant.

  “Awooo?” Oola cocks her jiggling head to the side.

  Though you are struggling to breathe, you are keenly aware of Oola’s slurping hand currently pleasuring your swollen cock. It feels as if your manhood is in a sheath of silk bathed in oil. A dozen slime fingers massage your shaft and a slime mouth, detached from any other anatomy, suckles urgently at the head of your cock.

  “Oh… ohhhh Oola,” you moan. “That’s going to… going to… AHHHHH!”

  You tremble in her embrace as you reach your peak of pleasure in the strange, slimy grip of her shapeless hand. Your cock throbs inside her gelatinous appendage and milky jets of spunk are visible reaching up to her elbow inside her arm. Like smoke in a stiff breeze, the swirl of your cream inside her arm dissipates quickly.

  “Awooo! So yum yum yummy!” Oola burbles merrily. “Want more of seed, Lucas! Give me lots!”

  “Hey, now, wait a second! I don’t think—AHHHHH!”

  Your cock is still twitching inside her as Oola pulls your legs out from under you and catches your falling body on a cushion of her slime. Her body forms beneath you and slithers up atop you, legs forming around your hips as her hands burst open the front of your trousers and surround your cock. Her ample figure rises and falls atop you, your cock visible embedded in the slurping channel of her jelly cunt.

  “Ohhhh gods, it’s so good,” you laugh.

  “Yes, so good,” agrees Oola, that same vacant smile on her face. Her slime hair flops and splats against her shoulders as she rides faster atop you. Her huge, gelatinous breasts wobble so hard you are afraid they might fall off and splatter onto your face. You watch her hips moving and her slime pussy gliding up and down on your cock.

  You grasp her gelatinous ass and your fingers slip into her bounce bottom. You can wiggle your fingertips in the cool slime of her body, but you can’t get a very good grip on her. She burbles with pleasure and her pussy begins to pulse and squeeze around you. It’s hard to tell if she is cumming – if she even can cum – but the sensation of her slippery inner surface twisting and squeezing around your cock is enough to set you off again. You thrust upwards, burying your cock in her slimy slit and fire a geyser of cum that reaches up to her jiggling breasts inside her body.

  “Awooooo!”

  “Ohhhhh!” You cry in answer to her, thrusting wildly until you have spent every drop and watched the pearly clouds disappear into her body. You try to stop her with your hands on her hips. “That’s enough, Oola. Oola!”

  “Want more of the yummy,” she burbles, stretching out atop you and molding her body against yours.

  “No, that’s enough,” you say, trying to sound as stern as possible.

  “Oh, you are very mean, Lucas,” she pouts. Although she might be annoyed, she obeys, lifting off you with an obscene slurp and wobbling a step away so you can sit up.

  “Thank you,” you say. “I will visit you again soon.”

  “You better,” she says, still pouting. “You go back to have fun. Leave Oola all alone.”

  She slinks off down the tunnel, her glow lighting the darkness. You pull on your trousers and head back down the hall the way you came.

  Hina is waiting patiently for your return.

  “Hello, master,” she says pleasantly. “Did you enjoy your visit with Oola?”

  “Uh, yeah, it was… she is very enthusiastic,” you say, plucking a bit of slime residue from the pocket of your trousers.

  “She speaks of you often,” says Hina. “There are other guests today. Would you like to visit one of them?"

  Where would you like to go now?

  Visit with Morelle the novice succubus

  Visit with Gretchen the cow girl

  Visit with Hina in your private suite

  It's time to leave the sanctum

  Wait

  You have never faced down a foe as large and physically intimidating as Gretchen the cow girl. She swings her hips and makes her breasts jiggle, playing with them and coaxing out more of her milk from her thick, pink nipples.

  “Ohhhhh, Lucas,” she moans, her fingers sinking into her soft mounds and producing two more sprays of her milk. You dodge aside and her milk patters on the floor. A hint of the rich scent of her breastmilk makes your cock throb in your trousers. Your mouth waters at the thought of latching to one of her jiggling breasts to drink greedily of her milk.

  “Please, Veleda, protect and guide me,” you whisper. A warmth and strength flows through you as you continue to quietly pray to the goddess.

  “How dare you ignore my tasty milk!” Gretchen snorts and her nostrils flare.

  “I will not drink your cursed cream!” You say, stepping aside as she tries again to shower you with her milk. She roars with anger, nostrils flaring wider and faster, her eyes wild with fury.

  “I will pin you to the floor and make you drink it!” She snorts. “Then I’ll drain every drop of your milk from your cock!”

  She roars with fury and puts her head down, her golden tresses hanging in her face and the nubs of her horns pointing in your direction. She stomps her hooves, dragging one across the straw-covered floor, and you know she is about to attack. With a bestial snort, Gretchen charges.

  You take a deep breath, knowing the timing of your dodge will mean the difference between victory and defeat. If you jump too late you will be flattened by Gretchen and if you jump too early she’ll catch you from the side and toss you into the rafters. Your heart pounds in your chest as she thunders towards you, head down and milky tits swinging obscenely with each thundering step.

  Your memory flashes to a trip with your father to Venmarkt, the large trading city to the north, and after selling a batch of his apple brandy he took you to the beast fighting pits to watch a man battle a bull. The beast snorted and twisted its head just like Gretchen. Its horns were long and came to a point and your father warned you that you might see a man be grievously injured by the bull. The pompous beast fighter pranced around the pit, antagonizing the bull until it was mad with rage. When it finally committed to an all-out charge, he sidestepped with seeming ease at the last moment and turned to drive his sword into the beast’s heart.

  The memor
y is gone, replaced with the snorting cow girl as she charges you in the emptied sitting room of the farmhouse. You wait until the last moment, seeming to expose your vulnerability to her, and step aside when she is close enough to touch. She passes so close you feel the rush of the air as she passes you by and plunges headlong straight into the wall. There is a loud CRACK as something in the wall breaks and Gretchen slumps to her knees, leaving a deep indentation in the wall’s plaster. She looks up at you with rolling eyes and moans, “You moved.”

  “And you missed,” you say. “Don’t worry. This will only hurt for a second.”

  You swing your sword down at the helpless cow girl. Just before the blade would connect with her neck, there is a bright flash of light. It fades after a moment, retreating to a pulsing pink light visible in the gemstone in the pommel of your sword. Gretchen is gone, but through the magic of the sword she has been transported to your sanctum.

  Gretchen the cow girl has been defeated. You never expected her to fall so quickly. You stride out of the farmhouse, your sword resting on your shoulder, a triumphant smirk on your face.

  CONTINUE >

  Ask Theora to ride atop your cock

  Looking into Theora’s twinkling eyes, at her body burnished by the fire’s glow, you picture her astride a mighty stallion. She is nude and riding, her breasts heaving with the powerful gait of her steed, and in your mind’s eye you see the pleasure spelled out across her proud features. This… this is what you must have. To be Theora’s steed; to ride beneath her as she mounts your straining cock.

  “Atop me,” you croak. You clear your throat. “I crave to be beneath you. To be your mount. To… to…”

  You struggle for another description. Theora smiles at you and brushes a lock of golden hair from her face. “To climb my holy vessel upon your heroic staff?”

  “Yes,” you say, nodding vigorously. “Yes! Climb my staff!”

  She giggles and shoves your chest. Her angelic strength makes the playful gesture much more forceful. You flop onto your back, your hardness red and rising straight up in the firelight. Theora, nude and glorious, climbs atop you and straddles your hips. She reaches down to grasp your straining cock and slowly lowers her quim against your tip. You suck in a breath as the heat of her pussy envelops your hardness.

  “There we are,” she moans, sliding down until her golden hairs are tickling against your bollocks. “A proper saddle for me.”

  “Yessss,” you hiss, cradling her ass with both hands.

  “Lie back, Lucas,” she says, teasing one hand down your chest as she begins to ride atop you. Her wings spread out behind her as she begins to move faster, her plump breasts bouncing as she rides her clutching cunny up on your swollen cock. Your hands tighten on her ass and your pleasure rises with each ride Theora takes up and down your cock.

  “So beautiful,” you manage.

  “I know,” she laughs, seeming to glow in the firelight. “My body is symbol of Veleda.”

  You cannot disagree. Theora resembles a more erotic, not to manage nude, version of the devotional statues you have seen to the goddess. You also feel a religious ecstasy rising with your building pleasure. You slide your hands from Theora’s shapely ass up to her breasts. You fondle and mold her mounds with your strong hands. The pleasure is becoming excruciating. You had imagined making her cum, but you realize you will not even come close.

  “Ahhhhhh! I can’t… I can’t stand it,” you cry, your fingers squeezing into the softness of her bouncing breasts. “I am going to cum!”

  Theora growls and pushes back harder onto your cock, riding you like a she is atop a galloping charger and beating you back into the soft earth with her bouncing bottom. Her hot cunt grips you with velvet, squeezing around you as you reach your peak, and all you can do is cry out with wordless pleasure and try to thrust up and into that steamy pleasure.

  “Yes!” Theora laughs, as if triumphant. “Cum for me! Show me your devotion to the goddess!”

  “AAahhhhh!” Your cock throbs deep inside her and your cum begins to spurt in powerful spasms. Each ride atop your pulsing manhood sends another thick stream of your seed into Theora’s immaculate depths. She rides you harder even as your orgasm recedes, leaving you gasping and jerking, trying to escape the overstimulation of her creamy cunt. You moan, “Please! I can’t stand it!”

  “Too much?” She laughs, slowing atop you, her creamy pussy making a lewd sound as she rides up and off your spent cock. “I’ve warned you about your stamina. You must improve.”

  “T-trying,” you gasp, watching a thick strand of cum drop from Theora’s freshly-fucked pussy. She rises to her feet above you, cream spill from between her cuntlips and a superior smile on her face. With a wave of her hand, she is clean of your cum. With another wave, she is dressed in her gown. She steps away from you and walks over to the fire as if she is done with you.

  You sit up and clean up your mess with a handkerchief. You stuff your cock into your trousers, ashamed of how you have failed to satisfy Theora. But as you slink back to your tent and into your bedroll, your mind returns to the glory of her steamy pussy and the way her beautiful breasts heaved as she rode your straining cock. You fantasize about her, riding atop you exactly as a naked horsewoman, golden locks flowing behind her as rides you along a beach. Your fantasy becomes a dream and in your dream you are a horse, slaking your pleasure with your massive cock, and at last Theora as is satisfied, crying out—

  “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 cream.”

  “I recall a certain pretty peach dripping with cream.” 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 you will be having a meeting with Veleda to restore your head to your shoulders.”

  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 >

  Bend her over the bank and fuck her hard and fast

  It’s obvious Morelle needs to be fucked and after all this teasing you intend to do it on your terms. You grab her roughly and turn her with her arm twisted behind her back against her wings.

  “Ah, Lucas, so forceful,” she giggles. “Are you going to be rough with me?”

  “Your damn right I am,” you growl. “I’m tired of your teasing and I’m going to give you exactly what you deserve.

  “Ooooh!” She moans with delight as you shove her towards he bank of the stream. “I deserve it! Be rough with me!”

  You growl again, angry that she is taking some of the pleasure out of her manhandling by being so gleeful about it. You shove her over the bank, pressing her tits and face down into the mossy earth and stepping behind her glistening ass rising out of the steaming water. You stroke your cock and smack it against her cheeks. She coos and squirms her hips from side to side.

  “Pound my pussy, Lucas,” she moans. “I’ve been so bad. You need to fuck me harrrrrd!”

  “I’ll shut you up, you bat-winged harlot,” you say, smacking her plump bottom and making it jiggle with the stinging impacts. Her creamy ass reddens with your hand prints and Morelle moans with obvious pleasure. The lavender knot of her asshole twitches between her parted cheeks. You sma
ck your thumb against it and rub a rough circle around her demonic asshole.

  “Ahhhhhh, are you going to put your cock in my ass?”

  “Not yet,” you snarl, grabbing her hips with both hands and pressing your swollen cock to the slippery folds of her cunt. She arches her back, raising her ass higher and offering you a choice of her slutty holes. You pull her back onto your cock, your hard tip parting her folds as you hilt your manhood in her clutching sheath. You feel your seed churning after only a few strokes. Your grip tightens on her hips, your fingers sinking into her yielding flesh as you plow deep into her perfect pussy. Your body smacks loudly against her wet ass with each thrust.

  “Yesss,” she cries. “Cum inside me, Lucas!”

  You want to deny her that, but it’s too late. The pleasure is too intense as you thrust furiously into her cunt and are drawn into the inescapable rush of your orgasm. Her pussy seems to respond and squeeze around your swelling manhood.

  “Ahhhhhh!” You cry as your cock pulses and jerks and spurts out hot jets of cum deep into her hungry cunt. As you spill your seed with each throb of your manhood, Morelle feasts on your life force. It is an incredible rushing pleasure that seems to heighten your already intense orgasm. You feel some of your vitality draining away, but not enough. You remain strong and upright, savagely stroking your cock out of her creamy pussy and thrusting straight into her puckered anus.

  “Owwww aahhhhh!” She cries, her head jerking up in surprise.

  “That got your attention did it?” You laugh and brutally skewer her clenching hole with inch upon inch of your rigid, cum-smeared cock.

  “Ohhhhh! It’s so big!” Morelle wails, although she betrays her pleasure by pushing back and meeting your thrusts. You try not to let that dim your unusually brutal desire as you hammer your cock into the plump bottom of the comely succubus. Waves ripple through her cheeks with each impact and her tits swing beneath her as she pushes up on the soft bank. You grip her ass, spreading it wide so you can watch your cock stretching her lavender ring.