The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Mmmmhmmhnm!” She laughs around your cock as your seed gushes in huge quantities into her sucking mouth. She does not hesitate, bobbing and milking your cock with her mouth as her finger probes inside you. The press of her fingers combined with the sucking of her mouth prolongs your ejaculation to such an extent that you are pretty sure you cum twice without stopping.

  “W-what was that?” You gasp, still not believing the intensity of your ejaculation.

  She lifts her mouth from your cock, trailing saliva, and leans down and to give your tip a few loud, wet sucks.

  “Mmmmmm, lads just sorta have a button up there,” she says. “Makes ‘em cum for days. But that was still a lot, love. Won’t be needin’ supper tonight, ha!”

  Her dirty words make your head spin. You feel slightly violated by what she just did to you without asking your permission, but you enjoyed it far too much to complain. You smile stupidly at her.

  “Nobody has ever, um, done that before,” you say.

  “Yeah, right, I’ve got a talent, so says me pap.” She stands and tucks her huge breasts back into her blouse. You lie on the bed watching her lace up her bodice. She smiles sweetly as she finishes. “Yer a cute one, Lucas. Round up a few more coins tomorrow and I’ll show ye some o’ my other tricks.”

  She gives you a kiss on the forehead and departs from the room, leaving you in a daze. You slowly recover, tuck your cock back into your night shorts, and roll onto your side. More satisfied than you expected, you snuff out the candle and slip quickly off to sleep.

  CONTINUE >

  Use the Holy Symbol of Veleda

  You reach for the blessed symbol of Veleda that hangs around your neck. Izabella’s red-eyed gaze flicks to your fingers as you grasp the twisting snakes wrought in pure gold. The holy symbol is warm beneath your fingers.

  “No,” murmurs Izabella. “No, it cannot be! Not here!”

  You see the fear flashing in her sinister eyes and you quickly grasp the symbol and lift it from your chest. You hold it out towards the vampiress and she cringes away from you, hissing loudly and baring her fangs. The symbol begins to glow in your grasp, golden radiance seeming almost to burn Izabella as she drops to her knees.

  “Please! It hurts!” She begs you, covering her face with her hands. “Please! No more, Lucas! You have bested me!”

  You stand over her, swelling triumphantly as you gaze down at her and down the ample front of her white bodice. You move the holy symbol away from her face and she peeks between her fingers.

  “Put it away, please,” she says. “I yield to your power.”

  You slide the symbol into your shirt, but keep your other hand tightly gripped on your sword.

  “There is no other way for you, Izabella,” you say, raising the sword to strike her down. “Your evil must be ended. But you will yet have a chance for redemption.”

  “Wait!” She cries, just as you are about to swing. “Before you smite me, could you indulge me a last request?”

  “After all that you’ve done?” You furrow your brow. Hearing her last request would be the honorable thing to do, although you suspect subterfuge. “Very well, I will hear it. But be careful, vampiress. I will strike you down if I suspect treachery.”

  “Oh, no treachery,” she says. She lowers her hands from her face and cups her breasts through her bodice. “It’s just that, being a vampire, my body gets so cold.” She squeezes her tits and they nearly burst from her bodice. “One last time I long to feel the warmth of a man against my bosom.”

  “Against your bosom?” You ask her, your cock twitching as she plays with her breasts through her gown.

  “Oh, yes, mighty hero,” she says and suddenly tears her bodice open. Her ample breasts burst free, blue-gray with darker blue areolas and small nipples. She squeezes her breasts in her hands and sticks out her pink tongue, saliva dripping from the tip to splash into her cleavage. “Please, Lucas, let me feel your warmth between my soft breasts.”

  She is trying to tempt you so that she can escape, there is little doubt in your mind. Yet, you hold your sword poised to strike her down. Even if you enjoyed a bit of fun with those lovely breasts you would surely be in no danger from her. She is on her knees and helpless.

  “Fuck them, Lucas,” she pants, plucking at her nipples and rubbing her tits together. “Slide your warm cock between them one last time. Let me pleasure you.”

  Your manhood throbs in your trousers at her lewd display.

  What do you do?

  Let her pleasure you with her breasts

  Strike her down while you have the chance

  Use Maddening Pleasure

  You lower your guard and step towards Izabella. She raises an eyebrow in confusion, obviously wary of your approach, but confident enough in her superiority to see what you intend. With great mental effort, you subdue your fear and anger towards the vampiress, sheath your sword, and embrace her tenderly.

  “What are you—mmmmphhh?” You interrupt her question with a kiss, pulling her soft, cool body against you and hold you tightly as you press your tongue past her soft lips and into her mouth. You try to forget that you are kissing a living corpse and enjoy the human contours of her body against yours and the surprising sweetness of her tongue.

  She relaxes into the embrace and you stroke down her slender body to her shapely hips. Your fingers curl around to her peachy bottom and you squeeze it and pull her against you even tighter, so she can feel your cock swelling in your trousers.

  “Is this a surrender?” She hisses against your lips.

  “No,” you say pointedly. “This is an interlude, let’s say. I couldn’t resist your beauty, Izabella. I have to feel it. I have to… taste it.”

  “Taste it?” She gasps.

  You pull the laces on her bodice, freeing her soft, blue-tinted mounds and little, dark blue nipples. You squeeze her cool, pillowy breasts against the warmth of your face, kissing her and fondling her. You look up into her red eyes as you suck one of her nipples and lightly pinch the other. She hisses with pleasure, her lids dipping and her claw-like fingers curling into your hair to cradle you against her chest.

  “Ohhhhhhh,” she moans. “If this is how you plan to defeat me… mmmmm… I am not complaining.”

  She perches on the edge of her bed and you slide her gown up her slender legs, exposing the dark-tufted mound of her cunt and the blue folds of her cuntlips. You stroke her inner thighs and kiss her legs. Izabella coos and cradles your head, pulling you against her soft mound and slick folds. You focus your essence and your thoughts on the purity of the act of pleasuring her. You must concentrate your full attention or your ability will fail.

  “Go on then, Lucas,” she moans, rolling her hips seductively and brushing her silky patch of hair against your nose. “Prove to me that you know how to… ooooohhhh!”

  Bracing your hands on her thighs, you lean in and furiously begin lapping at her cunt. You taste her cool sweetness and flick your tongue against the small bud of your clit, eliciting another cry of pleasure and a jerk of Izabella’s hips. You press your tongue into her velvet channel, licking her and sucking at her bud at the same time. You fuck a finger into her cunt, curling it deep inside her. She clutches at her breasts, rolling her hips fiercely and grinding against your face.

  You pull her legs over your shoulders, pushing her back with one hand and lapping greedily at her cunt and focusing your mind on the purity of the act. Her delicate folds part beneath your tongue, her juices spill into your mouth, and her inner walls clutch against your thrusting fingers.

  “Ahhhhhhh! Yessss!” She cries, bucking furiously against your face and holding your head tightly in both her hands. You do not relent even as you feel her exhaust her pleasure around your thrusting fingers. You suck at her clit, drawing the bud between your lips and letting it graze against your teeth. She cums again, arching hard on the bed, her head twisting among the cushions, her dark hair spilling out around her head as she gasps.

  You push her legs
back further, exposing the dark blue divot of her anus. You do not hesitate to tongue her delicate asshole as you fuck her slick cunt with three thrusting fingers.

  “My ass!” She moans. “You truly are devoted to pleasure!”

  “Nnnnnnn!” You agree, thrusting your tongue up Izabella’s clenching pucker. You add a fourth finger to her cunt, stretching her tight folds and punishing her depths with each thrust. She wails with another orgasm, her back arching and her hands holding you tight against the soft curve of her ass.

  You pleasure her again and again, tongue thrusting, lips sucking, fingers fucking, probing both her hole, and tasting her sweet nectar. She writhes and bucks against your face, she sighs with pleasure and sings your praise, but she never loses her mind. You curl her toes but you do not curdle her brain. Your fervor gives way to exhaustion. More than an hour has passed and your tongue and jaw are sore, your lips are chapped, and you are drenched in sweat.

  You collapse onto the floor at the foot of the bed with a groan of exertion.

  “Is that it?” Izabella laughs, sitting up to look at you as you sprawl beneath her feet. “I thought you would at least last until sundown.”

  “You… you’ve cum a hundred times,” you groan, wetting your sore lips.

  “Twenty-nine,” she says. “You’re quite good. I will grant you that, Lucas.”

  You try to sit up and she pushes you back down with a foot on your face.

  “That is why I intend to keep you around as a thrall,” she says, baring her fangs. “You will be my slave. And you will serve my every wish.”

  Her red eyes glow brightly and you moan beneath her foot, helpless to escape her dominating gaze.

  CONTINUE >

  Just give Gretchen your milk

  “I, um, think I will give you some of my milk,” you say, your cock twitching in your trousers.

  “Oh, of course,” says Gretchen, plucking the vial from between her tits and setting it aside. “I’ll share some of mine with you first.”

  Your eyes widen as she peels the taut cups of her bodice down and frees her milk-engorged tits and her swollen nipples. Her thick buds are red and dribble milk that trickles down over the luscious orbs of her breasts. She cradles the back of your head and pulls you against her chest. You eagerly open your mouth and latch to one of her nipples, sucking hungrily and moaning around her teat as you drink the hot cream that flows sweetly from her udder.

  “That’s it,” she moans, holding you tight against her chest. “Drink my milk, little Lucas. Suck out as much as you want. Ohhhhhh… you’re a thirsty one.”

  “Mmmmmphhmm,” you reply, gulping the sweet milk as it flows with each suck.

  While feeding you her cream with one hand on the back of your head, Gretchen’s other hand frees your cock from your trousers. You are almost in a dreamlike state as you suck greedily from her breast. She pulls your head up and moves you to her other breast, forcing her nipple into your mouth and encouraging you to suck again. Her milk dribbles down your chin and fills your body with euphoric warmth.

  “Keep sucking,” she says. “I’ll extract some of your milk.”

  She releases your head and grabs an empty vial from a nearby shelf. She begins to wank you with the vial pressed against the head of your cock. She only stops stroking to lick her hand and use the saliva to lubricate her pumping grip. Entranced by her spurting milk, you lose yourself in the infantile pleasure of nursing from her huge breasts as she pumps her hand on your cock. The relaxation melts into a languid pleasure, your cum flowing out of you in a prolonged, throbbing orgasm. Your seed spurts into the vial Gretchen is holding to your cockhead.

  “Yes, good boy,” murmurs Gretchen. “Fill it up.”

  “Mmmmmmm,” you moan around her nipples, sucking even harder and drawing her areola into your mouth as you pump your cum into her vial.

  As your orgasm subsides, she pulls the vial away and slows her hand on your cock. You lift your head from her breast and look at her with warm-bellied adoration, reminded by her sweet milk just how much you appreciate the lovely, horned cow girl.

  “Very good, Lucas,” she says, holding the vial up to show you that your seed has filled it to the brim and overflowed onto her fingers. She leans in and licks up the cum that has dribbled onto her digits. She moans with delight as her tongue cleans your spunk from her fingers. “Mmmmmm. I forgot how delicious it is. I need some for myself.”

  She stoppers the vial and sets it aside, turning her full attention back to your shriveling cock. You are still in the dreamy afterglow of your milk-fed orgasm and you can only smile as she drops to a crouch before you and takes hold of your cock with both hands.

  Gretchen’s able tongue rouses your cock once more and she soon has your manhood stuffed into her mouth, moaning around your cock as she bobs gently around you and bathes you in her warm saliva. You rest your hands on her small horns, not so much guiding her as holding yourself up as you sway on your feet. She braces you with her strong hands on your hips, slurping eagerly on your cock as her warm spit begins to drip down your bollocks.

  “Oh, Gretchen,” you moan. “Your mouth is incredible.”

  “Mmmmhphhmmm,” she agrees, nursing as hungrily on your cock as you sucked from her generous teats.

  Your legs shake with the intensity of your building orgasm. Accompanying your heavy breathing are the soft slurp of Gretchen’s mouth and the hum of the nearby machine. As you feel your pleasure building to a head, your cock sucked expertly by the voluptuous cow girl, you hear a strangle cry from the nearby room. The sound of the machine changes and milky liquid drains into the machine’s glassed reservoir.

  “Mmmmmmm,” observe Gretchen, too intent to take your cock out of her mouth. The welling of your pleasure reaches a critical level and you thrust carefully into her mouth twice. On the third stroke over her warm, velvety tongue, your cock explodes and you fill Gretchen’s mouth with your seed. She gulps down each spurt, moaning loudly around your twitching manhood, “MMmhhhmmmmm!”

  She sucks the last trembling drop from your cock, popping you from her soft lips and licking your tip clean.

  “Oh, so yummy,” she says, rising to her feet and pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. You taste yourself on her lips, but you are still in the glow of her sweet milk and too happy to care. Your tongue swirls against hers for long moments before you hear another cry from the nearby room and more liquid begins to drain into the machine’s reservoir. Gretchen breaks the kiss to glance over at the slowly-filling cylinder. “I had better see to the golem. You come back any time, Lucas. I promise I will refine my potion and have something for you the next time you set off on a mission.”

  You tuck your cock away and button up your trousers. Gretchen is already back to work in the other room, talking softly to the golem she has suspended from the ceiling. You head back into the hall and bump directly into the guide Hina.

  “Ah! You scared me!” You call out as she smiles serenely.

  “I was feeding the ducks,” she says. “They like bread. What about you, master?”

  “Bread is good,” you say with a nervous chuckle.

  “Yes, but I have given all my bread to the ducks.” She gestures to a small pond with several contented and very full looking ducks floating on the surface. “I meant, where would you like to go now, master?”

  What do you do?

  It is time to return to the real world

  Visit with Izabella the Vampiress

  Visit with Morelle the Novice Succubus

  Visit with Oola the Slime Girl

  Get more training from Theora the Angel of Veleda

  Spend some time with Hina the Golem Girl

  Drink the blue milk potion

  You shift your sword to a one-handed guard and reach into your belt pouch for the slim vial given to you by the cow girl. The milky blue liquid within seems to give off a faint magical light. You push the stopper out with your thumb.

  “A last drink to steel your nerves?” Izab
ella lunges at you, nearly causing you to spill the potion. You block her slashing hands with your sword. You only make contact with the flat of your blade, but the holy light flares and she hisses in anger.

  Before she can strike again, you take a deep breath, hold the potion to your lips, and tilt your head back. The liquid is thick and sweet. It tastes faintly of something bitter, but that is covered by the milky sweetness of the cream from Gretchen’s teats. You gulp it down and warmth spreads quickly through your body. Your muscles tighten and bulge, your chest growing to strain the laces of your tunic. Tufts of thick dark hair grow from your chest and your face in a thick beard. Your shoulders and arms enlarge until you feel as if you could smash through a brick wall.

  And you would smash through a brick wall if a woman was on the other side of it! Your lust storms within you and your cock stiffens down the leg of your trousers. Down the leg… nearly to your knee! You look down at your now massive cock, visible in lewd detail against the nearly bursting material of your trousers.

  “What is this?” Izabella demands. “What magic is this?”

  You have even grown taller and can now look down upon her. You smile and toss your sword aside. You don’t need it. You can teach this vampire bitch a lesson with your bare hands! Those lovely tits, that pretty face, wasted on her undead evil! You’ll put them to use!

  “I will… fuck you!” Your words come out as a savage growl, like a beast barely able to speak.

  You charge at her and she hisses and meets your charge with her unholy strength. Her claw-like nails rake your tunic, tearing it open and slashing bloody tracks across your chest. You ignore the burning pain and pick her up in your hands, slamming her back onto the bed and leaping atop her so heavily the bed almost folds in on itself. You tear her bodice open and her blue-gray breasts bounce free.