The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “You brute!” She cries, hammering blows against your massive shoulders.

  “Fuck you!” You roar, intending the words as a promise rather than an epithet.

  You ignore the pain of her hammering fists and tear her dress off completely, baring her tufted cunt and her firm abdomen. You smother her angry cries of protest with a kiss, thrusting your tongue into her mouth as your hand finds her cunt. You push three fingers roughly into her slick vessel, grinding the heel of your hand against her clit.

  “Mmmmmmmm!” She cries against your lips, her hammering fists stopping and taking hold of your shoulders. Her tongue begins to move against yours as the beautiful vampiress seems to submit to what you have in store for her.

  You tear your trousers away as if they are made from paper and your huge, veiny cock thumps against her abdomen. She gasps against your lips, “It’s too big!”

  “Cunt will stretch!” You snarl in reply, gripping you huge cock at its crimson root and guiding the swollen apple-sized head of your cock to her delicate blue folds. She watches and bites her lower lip, her fangs standing out white against her blue lip. You act as if you intend to take things slowly, gently lining up your cock and rubbing it against her cool flesh. You thrust forward and hilt your cock in her tight cunt in a single stroke. Her abdomen bulges and her red eyes go wide in shock as you impale her on your manhood.

  “Tooooo bigggg!” She wails.

  You grab her throat and pin her to the bed, savagely fucking her, heedless of her shocked expression as you choke off any complaints. She doesn’t need to breathe, she is already dead. Your cock hammers into her lifeless womb and stretches her smooth abdomen around your mighty strokes. Her breasts bounce and flop with each thrust. The bed thumps against the wall. Somewhere behind you, something crashes to the floor.

  You do not care. You are lost in the savage pleasure of your bestial rut. You hold the beautiful vampiress pinned to the bed by her throat and skewered on your massive cock. As you predicted, she stretches around you, and soon her face is contorted in pleasure. You release your choking grip on her throat to hear her give voice to such ecstasy.

  “Yesssss!” She croaks. “I’m… I’m cumming! It has been ages since a man… yesssss!”

  You fuck into her clenching cunt, ramming past her squeezing inner walls and battering her cervix with your dripping cockhead. Your huge cock fills her so completely that you can feel every slight twitch of her cunt muscles even as her orgasm fades. Sweat drips from your straining muscles and red face as you pound your cock into her. You pull out suddenly, flip her onto her hands and knees, and slide your cock into her from behind.

  “Ohhhhh! From behind?” She cries, her head bouncing as you slam your hips against her ass and ram every inch of your huge cock into her dripping cunt.

  “How I want!” You bellow, grabbing her slender waist in your huge hands and pounding your cock in and out of her stretched, velvet pussy. You push her face down into the bed and hold her hips and ass up with one hand, ramming her hard and fast until the bed gives out and thumps to the floor. You do not relent and her cries of pleasure, muffled by the mattress, give way to the rippling clench of her cunt around your thrusting cock.

  You flip her over again, this time holding her slender body in your arms, leaning down to lick and suck at her heaving titflesh as you pound your cock into her cunt. She is like a ragdoll until she circles her arms around your muscular neck and holds tight. You punish her pussy, grinning with savage lust, your cock stretching her womb as brutally as her cunt.

  “Breed you!” The thought of her lifeless womb fills you with anger and you fuck her even harder. Her head bounces, her hair flaps, and her tits smack and splash with every brutal ram of your cock. Your pleasure peaks and with a roar you pull your cock out of her cunt with a loud slurp. She gasps as you throw her onto her back and wank your huge cock over her. Massive ropes of cum spurt from your crimson cock, splashing over her face, her heaving breasts, her belly, her stretched pussy, and all over her thighs and the bed between them. You pump out every spurt of your cum and collapse over her slime-slathered body.

  “Oh, Lucas,” she moans with exhaustion.

  “Fuck good,” you grunt.

  “Yes, you did,” she laughs, stroking your shoulders. “A pity I have to kill you now.”

  “Wha?” You lift your head.

  She lunges at you, sinking her fangs into your muscular neck. She actually has to bite you three times before she manages to pierce your artery. You seize her and try to throw her down onto the bed, but she clings to your neck like her arms are made of iron. You fall off the broken bed, kicking at her and fighting until hot pleasure overwhelms your resistance. You feel your blood gushing into her mouth. She moans as she drinks it.

  “Bitch,” you croak, your mouth suddenly very dry.

  Your mighty heart slows. Your strength fades completely and you slump onto your back on the floor. With a last gasp, darkness and cold closes in around you. The last sound you hear is the greedy sucking of the vampiress still latched to your muscular neck.

  CONTINUE >

  Roughly fuck the baroness

  You are struck by the baroness’s lewd beauty and yet anger rises at the sight of her raunchy display. As you watch her finger her pink cunt, you cannot help but realize her husband is only recently dead. She writhes on the bed, begging for your cock, and you are nearly a stranger to her. This is a great offense to all honorable behavior! A woman like this baroness should stand for nobility!

  “You want to be fucked?” You snarl, unbuckling your sword belt. “So be it!”

  “Oh, yes, my brave—AH!” She cries out as you climb onto the bed and roughly flip her over. You swat your hands against her peachy bottom, feeling the meaty firmness of her cheeks with a rough squeeze. You take out the iron of your cock and rub it against her slick lips. She coos with lust, trying to push back and impale herself onto your cock.

  “You whore,” you laugh and swat her bottom again. “You gyrate like a dancer at a brothel!”

  “Oh, yes, I am but a whore! Fill me with your cock!”

  You growl, put off by her wanton behavior, but driven by her writhing body to take out your lust upon her. You seize hold of her slender waist and pull her back onto your cock, burying every inch in her slick cunt until your stone are pressed against her clit. You spit onto your hand and massage three fingers into her crack, thrusting them into her delicate divot so that you can feel your cock moving in her pussy through the walls of her ass.

  “Ohhhhhh, fuck me harder!” She cries as you bounce her firm ass against your muscular hips with every stroke. You slam her cunt with ferocious thrusts and roughly plunge three fingers in and out of her stretched asshole. It is a brutal, relentless fucking of the sort you have never before felt so entitled to give to a woman.

  The baroness, to your great frustration, seems to love every moment of it. Her wails of pleasure fill you with such anger that you release her hip and reach around her to choke her slender neck. Not to harm her, but to quiet her. She moans against your constricting hand on her throat, her pussy seeming to grip you even tighter.

  “Fuck you are a mad whore,” you groan, your hips spanking loudly against her ass and the whole bed shaking. “I am going to fill your cunt, whore! Fill it with every drop of my cum!”

  “NNnnnnn yesss!” She chokes out.

  Her slick cunt grips your cock as she seizes you with her ecstasy. Her stretched asshole clenches against your thrusting fingers.

  You roar with pleasure and slam your cock deep inside her cunt, pumping your hot seed against her womb. You flood her tight channel with spurt after spurt of your manly seed, wondering as you cum if you are giving her the child her husband never did. With a last groan, you pull back and your cock slurps free of the baroness’s creamy cunt. You release her throat and she falls forward onto the bed.

  “No!” She cries, turning over. “I need more. I need more cock.”

  “That’s all you get,
you shameless wh—OH!” You are shocked by her strength as she tackles you back to the bed. She grips your cock in her hand and strokes you back to full hardness with a mad look gleaming in her blue eyes.

  “I need more, Lucas,” she moans. “I need it in my ass!”

  She straddles you and guides your swollen cock to the divot of her anus as your cum trickles out of her pussy. You watch in disbelief as this petite noblewoman sinks her ass down onto your cock, riding down to your root.

  “Please, my lady,” you gasp as she bounces atop your cock. “I cannot… you should not…”

  “Oh, brave warrior,” she moans, tossing her silky blonde hair across her face. “I have never had such a big cock in my ass. Smaller cocks, a few times, yes, but yours is glorious! Ohhh it fills me so perfectly!”

  She leans over you, kissing you, thrusting her tongue into your mouth, and silencing any further protest. Her thighs grip you as her ass rides up and down your cock until you are on the verge of pleasure. She breaks her kiss and presses her soft lips to your shoulder, her tongue teasing along your collarbone.

  “Baroness, please,” you moan, your cock nearing another eruption.

  “Shhhhhh,” she hisses against your neck. “Cum for me, Lucas. Cum in my ass.”

  “Ohhhh! AHHHH!” Your moan of pleasure becomes a cry of pain as she sinks her teeth deep into your neck. Hot blood bursts from the wound and she sucks ravenously. The pain of the bite becomes hot pleasure rippling through you and joining with your rising climax.

  You whimper as the beautiful baroness drinks your lifesblood and you thrust upwards, spurting your seed into the tight passage of her ass. She laughs as she drinks your blood, her ass drinking your seed just as hungrily. From the height of double pleasure, you descend into cold darkness, your orgasm reverberating to the dimming tempo of your slowing heartbeat.

  A final thump gives way to the endless blackness and cold, cold void.

  CONTINUE >

  A new day in Ulvenblad

  You rise from your creaking bed and splash lukewarm water into your face from the basin on the table. It washes away some of the film of sweat from your hard night’s sleep and serves to brace you for what promises to be a difficult day.

  “Damn this place,” you say, gazing at the dreary light coming through the window.

  Almost immediately, there is a loud knock at your door.

  “Get up, Lucas,” says Theora in her stern tone. You open your door and the beautiful angel pushes into your room, ignoring your protest. “The sun has risen. You must use every moment of daylight you have to locate the vampiress and destroy her.”

  “Willing to bet she’s in the castle,” you point out, toweling off your face.

  “And how are you going to get into the castle?” She asks.

  “Uh, well, it has a gate and a door,” you say. “I was thinking I could walk up and ask to come inside and talk to the baroness.”

  “Do you think she will just let you in?” Theora scoffs. She tosses your clothes at you. “Get dressed. Your cock is hanging out of your shorts.”

  You look down and see she is right. You quickly clean up as best you can from the basin and pull on your traveling clothes. Theora excuses herself while you are washing up and by the time you descend the stairs to the tavern, you have a bowl of hot gruel waiting for you.

  “Put currants in it for ya,” says Rianna, winking at you and bumping you with her shapely hip. “And root sugar.”

  “Th-thanks,” you say, spooning the warm gruel into your mouth. It’s surprisingly good and beats back some of the miserable feeling of finding that daylight in the Nightlands is just as distressing as the darkness. Theora impatiently watches you eat.

  You bolt down your meal, leave your last coin for Rianna as a tip, and venture outside into the misty morning. There is a chill in the air and you pull your traveling cloak more tightly around yourself.

  It is a long climb up a cobblestone road to the castle that overlooks Ulvenblad. It seemed impressive in the darkness, a sort of shadow presence much more solid than the dark, crumbling see in the gray daylight. Moss grows on its outer walls and some of the stonework has collapsed near the gate. An elderly guard posted there does not even look up as you approach. He waves you through the creaking, wrought iron gatehouse.

  “I will wait here for you, Lucas,” says Theora, stopping as you pass through the gate. “It is not my place to confront the foes of humanity.”

  “Right,” you say, resting a hand on the grip of your sword. “Leave it to me. I’ll handle it.”

  You start to turn towards the castle and Theora stops you with a hand on your shoulder.

  “I dreamed of you, Lucas,” she says.

  “What?”

  “I rarely dream, but I saw you in my dreams,” she says. “We were… it was in the future and we had become lovers.”

  “Why are you telling me this?” You wonder aloud.

  “Because many of my dreams come true,” says Theora. “Angels of Veleda are blessed with visions of possible futures. But they are only possible, it does not mean that they will necessarily come to pass.”

  “I, um, I saw you in my dream as well,” you say, careful not to mention any other details about what occurred.

  “Synchronicity is important,” she says. “There is meaning to these dreams, even if they are not what they seem on the surface. Perhaps we are meant to be allies for a long time. If so… I would like that, Lucas.”

  “Yeah?” You smile.

  “Yes,” says Theora. “But do not let that go to your head. It is only what I feel is best for the goddess.”

  “No, you have a soft spot for me,” you say. “Maybe more than that. We should—“

  “You should go,” she says, blushing unexpectedly. “Good luck, Lucas LeBlanc.”

  “Right, thanks,” you say, turning back to the castle’s front entrance. “I’ll just go kill a vampiress.”

  You leave the beautiful, golden-haired angel standing at the gatehouse. Her radiance does not belong in these dreary surroundings. You follow the overgrown path and climb a flight of crumbling stairs to the castle’s huge double-door entrance. Gargoyles are wrought into the iron knockers on the doors of intricately-carved blackwood. An inscription above the doors reads, “Light Will Push Back the Deepest Darkness.” It strikes you as a curiously optimistic inscription for such a menacing doorway.

  You briefly consider opening the door and creeping inside, but after the desultory guarding at the gatehouse, you decide that you might as well knock on the door.

  You thump the heavy gargoyle knocker and a booming knock echoes inside the castle. There is no answer. You knock again. And again. Finally, as you are knocking a fourth time, the door creaks open. A slip of an old woman answers the door, looking up at you through thick spectacles.

  “Yes?” She says, blinking at the daylight.

  “My name is Lucas LeBlanc,” you say, drawing yourself up to look imposing. “I am here to call upon the baroness.”

  “Mmm?” The woman cocks her head. “You? Well, I suppose. Come in. I’ll take you to her.”

  She shuffles back from the door and lets you inside. The interior of the castle is slightly less miserable than the crumbling exterior. Tapestries hang depicting green and sunny times in Ulvenblad. You see paintings of the increasingly pale rulers of this castle, culminating in a dark-haired, pallid, but rather handsome man in one painting and a beautiful, almost elfin blonde in the painting next to him.

  “Is that the baroness?” You ask, pointing at the painting of the delicate blonde woman.

  “Mmmmm? Oh, yes, that is my lady,” says the old woman. “She come from far away, she did. Sun-kissed skin and those lovely blue eyes. Now she’s as pale as all of us. Hardly ever sets foot outside the castle. Glad you’re callin’ on her, to be honest. She needs a good visitor. Hope you bring good news. You do, don’t you?”

  “Uh, well, a warning, but with hope?” It’s the best you can do. The old woman seems t
o process what you are saying and shrugs.

  “The last person that came was that witch and she told my lady that the baron had died. So it can’t be as bad as all that.” The old woman pushes open a heavy door and leads you into a dark and echoing dining hall. “Just in here. I believe my lady is having her breakfast.”

  The little old housemaid vanishes into the darkness of the dining hall. You follow the faint glow of a candelabrum to the end of an enormous table arrayed with platters, bowls, and tureens of food. None of it looks very appetizing. It is as if a banquet was prepared and left on the table overnight.

  Baroness Lydia Carminus sits alone at the end of the table, her blonde hair pinned up in a tight bun and her blue eyes glassy and somehow more lifeless than her image in the painting. Though still slender and beautiful, her color has gone almost to paper white, with just a hint of a blush in her cheeks and on her lips. She looks up slowly from an untouched goblet of wine and bowl of fruit, blinking deliberately as she gazes at you.

  “I did not realize there was a visitor,” she says, her voice soft and yet echoing in the vast emptiness of the dining hall. “No one tells me anymore. What is your name?”

  “Lucas LeBlanc, my lady,” you say, bowing slightly. She leans more into the light of the candelabrum and you notice that she has two distinctive puncture marks on her neck. They do not look very fresh.

  “Lucas LeBlanc,” she says, smiling mysteriously after saying your name. Despite her pallor, her smile is beguiling. She rises from her chair, revealing that she is taller than most of the townsfolk you have encountered. Whatever deficiencies in their diet have stunted their growth obviously did not afflict the baroness.

  “Yes, my lady,” you say. “I am afraid that… well, I have concern for you, my lady. There is a vampiress here in Ulvenblad and I have been sent by Veleda to vanquish this evil.”