The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Here it cums,” you pant, riding towards another orgasm. “Is your ass hungry for my seed?”

  “Every drop!” She cries. “Feed me every drop of your cummmmmm!”

  Her head bounces and her tits swing with the force of your final thrusts. Your cock swells in the hot sleeve of her ass, rising to a peak and exploding deep into her demonic bowls. Her ass seems to suck and milk your cock, drawing out spurt after spurt of your seed and devouring your gushing essence along with it. You slow your thrusts and she takes over, pushing back onto your cock and filling her creamy ass with your cum.

  “Yessss,” she hisses, bouncing her ass against you. “Ohhhh, it’s so yummy!”

  You feel your energy fading. Morelle spreads her wings and arches, her eyes glowing as she thrusts her ass back against you and swallows your cock into her creamy ass and devours more and more of your essence.

  “Enough!” You roar and pull your cock out of her ass with a wet slurp. Your manhood is swollen red, painfully stiff, and twitching. You have to fight the urge to thrust your cock back into her ass.

  “Just give me a little more,” she croons submissively. “Just a little more and I’ll have it all.”

  “No more!” You gasp, smacking her ass roughly and climbing onto the bank beside the stream. “You will not have my soul, Morelle.”

  “Please,” she moans, turning and trying to grasp your cock and suck out more cum.

  You step away, avoiding her grasp.

  “You are dangerous,” you say, staggering away from her. “We must return to camp. Dress yourself and—“

  She rises to her feet and is dressed in her traveling clothes. Her tight breeches and flattering bodice do little to diminish her beauty. Even in your weakened state, your cock twitches at the thought of yanking down her tight-fitting pants and plunging your cock back into her luscious ass. Her erotic pose only makes it worse.

  You grimace and turn away as you begin pulling on your clothing, unable to dress with a wave of your hand like your two traveling companions. You set off for the camp. With the aid of Morelle’s darksight, your journey back to camp is much shorter than your effort to find the succubus. The campfire has died down to embers and Theora is buttoned up in her large tent.

  “Sleep by the fire,” you warn Morelle. “You have taken enough of my life force.”

  “Awwww, I’ll be cold,” she pouts.

  “You can use some of your magic to stay warm. Just keep out of my tent.”

  You climb into your tattered tent and button the flap. It only takes a moment for you to fall asleep. Even in your dreams, you are haunted by Morelle. She chases you like a stalking cat pursuing a mouse, pouncing on you and riding you until your essence is drained.

  Thankfully, it is only a dream, and you awaken to the gray light of dawn leaking through the flap of your tent. You rise, stretch, and pull on your boots. The savory smell of cooking helps awaken you as you stumble out of your tent.

  Theora is cooking breakfast. Morelle is sulking by the fire, a blanket pulled around her shoulders and an untouched bowl of food resting on her knees.

  “Eat up,” says Theora, passing you a bowl of steaming oats and roasted meat. “If we leave soon we will reach Bruno before nightfall.”

  “Thank you,” you say, taking a seat beside Morelle and tucking into the food.

  “Sorry I made you sleep by the fire,” you say to Morelle. “But you had it coming.”

  “I did,” admits the succubus. “But it was still mean. Maybe I won’t have sex with you anymore to punish you.”

  You glance over at her, mid-bite of oatmeal, and give her a dubious look.

  “Allllright,” she chuckles. “I will still let you have sex with me. Do you want to do it now?”

  “No,” you say. “No, definitely not.”

  The sad part is, you do want to do it now. Luckily, you know better this time.

  CONTINUE >

  Keep quiet and let Morelle make her move

  You are not about to get between a succubus and her next meal. Lost in pleasure as Theora sucks up and down on your straining cock, you watch in amazement as Morelle drops slowly to a crouch behind Theora. She glances at you, eyes blazing violet, as she lowers her face behind the wiggling mounds of Theora’s creamy ass.

  “MMmmmmmm!” Theora moans suddenly around your cock, her eyes going wide. She pops her lips free, gasping. She looks back over her shoulder as Morelle grabs Theora’s ass and begins vigorously licking the angel. Theora moans, “What is… Morelle?”

  Before your pleasure can be interrupted, you reach up and grab that handful of Theora’s golden hair and guide her mouth back to your cock. Her eyes close as she seems to surrender to the pleasure she is receiving and the pleasure she is giving. The comely angel, usually so stern and domineering, because an arched conductor of pleasure between you and Morelle. Theora fucks back against Morelle as the succubus grabs Theora’s firm bottom and laps at her cunt and crinkled anus.

  Theora is relentless, moaning around your cock and devoting herself completely to pleasuring your straining manhood. Before you can cum, Theora’s moans of pleasure rise in pitch and volume, louder and louder, vibrating heavily over your aching cock. She snaps her white feathered wings open and pulls her mouth off your cock. She continues to wank your wet length as she wails, “Yes! Yesss! I’m cumming!”

  Violet light flashes brightly from behind Theora as Morelle drives the angel to ecstasy and devours some morsel of her essence. Shock dawns on Theora’s face and she quickly pushes Morelle away.

  “That’s enough of that you little harlot!”

  “Harlot, is it?” Morelle laughs and leaps at Theora. “It’s my turn for a little fun!”

  “That’s – Hey!” The angel is caught by surprise as you join in with Morelle, manhandling Theora onto her back. Theora isn’t fighting you, not exactly, but she is struggling to gain the upper hand. You manage to position yourself between her shapely thighs as Morelle climbs atop Theora. As the pale-skinned succubus straddles Theora’s face, the angelic beauty seems to surrender to her desire. She reaches up and takes hold of Morelle’s ass with both hands. You hear a moan of lust and wet, lewd sounds as Theora begins to lick.

  “Ooooh, that’s good,” says Morelle. “They must have parties up there in the heavens.”

  Theora says something, but it is lost to the smothering weight of Morelle’s ass. The succubus looks at you, her eyes flashing violet as she grinds her pussy on Theora’s tongue.

  “Go on, Lucas,” purrs Morelle. “Slide your cock in. She’s waiting for it.”

  Morelle reaches down and splays open Theora’s delicate pink folds. The succubus pets Theora’s clit and you can hear the angel moaning with pleasure beneath Morelle’s ass.

  You gaze down at your throbbing, red cock, still slick with Theora’s saliva and up slightly to the parted pink folds of her angelic pussy. Morelle’s fingers strum at Theora’s clit and the succubus whispers enticing words.

  “Do it. Sheath your cock in her holy cunt.”

  Theora is enjoying Morelle’s attention and pleasuring the demoness. A fine opportunity to give her the cock she so richly deserves. You press your tip to her entrance and she moans louder beneath Morelle’s ass, jerking her hips as if to line her steamy pink passage up for your first thrust. You thrust into her in a single stroke, letting out a throaty roar of pleasure as you feel Theora’s angelic pussy tight around you and very slick with her nectar. Your stones press against the spit-slicked divot of her ass as you bury every inch of your manhood in her tight quim.

  “I bet she’s not as good as me,” teases Morelle as you begin to thrust in and out of Theora.

  “It’s a… mmmmm… tight fit,” you moan, looking into the succubus’s blazing eyes.

  “Let me sweeten it a little,” says Morelle, leaning forward and kissing you. Your lips meet her demonic mouth and immediately she begins to feed on your essence. The pleasure that ripples through you is intense enough to drive your thrusts
into Theora. You pound your cock deep into her slick pussy, feeling Theora’s inner muscles grip and flutter around you as you drive towards your orgasm.

  “Yessss,” hisses Morelle between kisses. “Cum for her. Cum for me, Lucas.”

  “Ahhhh hmmmmmmm!” You moan your pleasure against Morelle’s molten kiss, her tongue swirling supernaturally in your mouth and pleasure radiating from her lips as she devours morsels of your soul. You thrust hard and fast into Theora, hilting with each stroke, slapping your body against her parted thighs until you feel her tense and her inner walls rippling with rhythmic release. She cumming! You’re making her cum!

  “Mmmmmmm!” You cry against Morelle. She seems to laugh into the kiss as your cock tenses, hanging on the precipice of your pleasure, and then plunges over the edge as you spurt deep inside Theora. Pump after pump of your hot human cum splashes into the depths of her angelic pussy. The whole time you are cumming, Morelle is feasting on your life force, swallowing Violet wisps of your soul.

  The three of your collapse together, panting, filthy, and flushed with pleasure.

  “You betrayed me,” laughs Theora, giving your sensitive cock a rough squeeze. “Working with that demoness.”

  “You loved it,” says Morelle. She smacks Theora on her bottom and then wilts when Theora’s eyes flash with holy fury. “Um, of course, you are still the boss.”

  “Veleda is the boss,” says Theora sternly. She turns to you, sandwiched between you and Morelle, and pulls the blanket over the three of you. A last, sweat-salted kiss from Theora sends you into an exhausted sleep.

  You awake to gray light through the flap of Theora’s tent. It is just before dawn and the smoke of the campfire is bringing rich smells of savory and sweet food cooking. You realize there is a warm body pressed against you, a face nuzzled to your chest, breathing softly. Your hand follows the contour of a flank down to a shapely hip. You look down in the faint light and see a silky ribbon of golden hair. You pull back the blanket a little more and marvel that Theora is cuddled against you for warmth.

  Morelle startles you by thrusting her head into the tent.

  “Wake up, you two,” she says. “Breakfast is ready.”

  You are still exhausted and Theora seems similarly tired as she yawn and stretches.

  “The hangover of being fed upon by a succubus,” explain the angel. You glimpse her plump, pink nipples and the golden thatch of her quim before she stands and her usual white gown appears on her body as if it were always there. She strides out of the tent and begins conversing with Morelle to quietly for you to hear. You have to dress like a human, which takes a few minutes before you have pulled everything on and laced up your boots.

  You find Theoa perched on one of the fallen logs, looking down at a steaming plate of food. Morelle is dishing up a plate for you. She is wearing nothing but an apron, her back end indecently waving in the morning air.

  “Spiced demon bread,” she says. “It will make your tongue burn, but the sweetness more than makes up for it. Goose egg scramble and sylvan ham.”

  You check to see if Theora is eating and see she has put her plate aside and is dining on a hard tack biscuit. Morelle turns your attention back to your plate.

  “You had better eat that, every bite, or I am going to get my feelings hurt,” she says.

  You sit down and begin to eat. The food is painfully spicy, but true to Morelle’s word, the sweetness begins to take over in your mouth and after a few bites you are enjoying the food and the way it warms your belly. Theora scoffs at you for eating the demon-tainted breakfast.

  “What happened last night will not happen again, succubus,” she warns Morelle. She rises from her seat and looks at you just as sternly. “Finish your cursed food and let us be on our way. We have a long journey ahead.”

  CONTINUE >

  Go looking for Morelle in the woods

  You rise from the log beside the fire, intent on following the comely succubus into the dark of the forest.

  “I had, um, better go be sure Morelle doesn’t get herself into any trouble,” you say, retreating a bit sheepishly from Theora. “You know, make sure she comes back.”

  “She cannot wander far from your sword,” says Theora, a smile quirking her lips. “But go ahead, Lucas. Just don’t get into any trouble either.”

  “I won’t,” you promise, feeling for all the world like the imposing angel is your mother threatening you with punishment.

  You turn and hurry into the darkness of the woods. It takes your eyes a bit to adjust as you leave the light of the campfire behind. The moon is nearly full and provides fair illumination when the forest canopy is not too thick. You move from one pool of faint bluish light to the next.

  Stumbling through the intermittent darkness, you find yourself think more of your mother. How she made that last supper for you and Genny. How she tucked you and your sister into bed like children, even snag lullabies to you, and then was gone in the morning. You can almost imagine her in the darkness of these woods, existing in the shadows, perhaps even watching you as you stumble recklessly through the forest.

  You stop as you realize you have wandered far off any path through the woods and have no idea where you are. The moon shining above could provide some clue to navigation, but the trees are too thick around you.

  “Damn it,” you mutter. “I’m lost.”

  Your father taught you that the last thing you want to do when you are lost in the woods is panic. You stop and assess the situation, trying to find an opening the canopy of leaves so you can see the moon and stars. You are walking towards the nearest clearing when you hear a soft, musical sound and the burbling of a stream. Moving cautiously towards the sound, you recognize Morelle’s girlish voice singing a song as if she only knows half the words.

  “Little match girl… hhmmmhhmmhm… Pretty match girl… don’t you… hhhmmmhhmmm…”

  You step out from the tree line and Morelle’s song immediately stops. The succubus stands in the waist deep waters of the stream, her breasts bare and her lavender-tinted nipples stiff in the cold night air. The water, which must be fed from some sort of hot spring, steams around her. Morelle’s wet hair hangs heavy and dark on her pale shoulders. Her violet eyes gleam in the darkness, lit by the power within her.

  “Lucas,” she calls out, her girlish voice sending a thrill through your body. “You followed me. I knew you would.”

  “I didn’t want you to get into trouble,” you say, stepping closer to the stream. You do your best not to stare at Morelle’s naked body, but the succubus ensures to draw your attention to her luscious curves with the way she poses in the stream. She runs a hand slowly over her breasts, caressing them before her hand slips under the warm water.

  “I’m always in trouble,” giggles Morelle. “Especially when you’re around, Lucas. Why don’t you have a bath with me? The water is almost as nice as the bath back in the palace.”

  “I don’t know if that would, um, be a good idea,” you say, your cock straining in your trousers at the thought of sharing the water with Morelle. She wades closer to the edge, beckoning you with a hand to join her in the slow-moving water.

  “It’s nice and warm.” She winks and adds, “And I’ll make it warmer.”

  Motion under the water beside her shapely hip draws your eyes. Morelle’s tail wriggles like an eel just beneath the surface of the water. The unwholesome motion of her tail makes you hesitate, through you long to join the beautiful farm-girl-turned-succubus in the warm water.

  What do you do?

  Go for a swim with Morelle

  Wait for her to get out of the water

  Stay with Theora by the fire

  You stretch out your legs and cross your ankles to warm your boots by the fire. The steady crackle of the wood and the windborne gusts of heat begin to relax you nearly to sleep. You glance over at Theora and see she is still as entranced by the fire as before.

  “The giants love fire,” she says, reaching out with a stick to st
ir the flames. “They build huge pyres and when they sack villages they will burn every structure to the ground.”

  “Here? On earth?” You ask.

  “Wherever they pillage,” she says. “They have come to your world before, yes. Towering as high as a church steeple. My sisters and I battled them in this realm more than once.”

  “You fought giants?”

  “Yes, many times,” she laughs, as if the idea that she would not have fought giants is preposterous. “Servants of the gods are not allowed to battle on your realm unless there is a war and the giants love to war with almost all of the gods. Those times when the host of heaven descended to battle for your world are among my favorite memories.”

  “I don’t think battle is going to be my favorite memory,” you say, staring into the fire. “My father was killed by soldiers returning from war. And my mother…”

  “What happened to her, Lucas?” Theora asks, resting a hand on your shoulder.

  “One night about a year ago, not long after father was buried, she made us a big supper with the last of the summer vegetables. We prayed to Veleda and she even baked a cherry pastry like Genny likes.”

  “Your sister?”

  You nod and continue, “We were too old to be tucked into bed, but she did it anyway, even singing lullabies to us like we were still in our cribs. I remember looking up at her in the candlelight and seeing the sadness in her eyes. She loved my father so much and when he died I think it broke her. She was… she was gone in the morning.”

  “She may still be alive,” says Theora, squeezing your shoulder reassuringly.

  “Part of her, maybe,” you say, looking down at your hands in your lap. “Most of her died when those two soldiers killed my father.”