The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure
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“Veleda?” She quirks her lips curiously. “The goddess? She sent you to me?”
“Well, my lady, she sent me to best the vampiress. I am here champion and I wield her holy sword.” You pat the pommel of your sword.
“Do you now?” She smiles and comes closer. Her hands are cool as they caress your hands. “I have so very few visitors, Lucas. I am all alone in this vast castle. Even my bed… is empty. No one to keep me warm.”
She breathes softly, sweetly, her hands stroking your neck. Her pale blue eyes are so bewitching.
“I, um, there is grave danger… and… um…”
“Won’t you come and warm my bed, Lucas?” She purrs, her lips very close to yours. “Keep me company for a time?”
“Danger…” You try to remind her.
“Loneliness is the real danger,” she whisper. “Come to my bedroom with me. There is something I must show you there.”
Your cock twitches in your trousers. You long to go with her, to see what she has to show you, but you cannot help but notice the puncture wounds on her neck. She has either been turned or enslaved by the vampiress. Or perhaps the baroness is the vampiress and the witch is only her slave.
“Come with me,” she whispers, brushing her lips against yours.
What do you do?
Confront the baroness about her neck
Demand to see the witch
Go with the baroness to her bedroom
Hesitate
You stand with your sword raised and ready to strike down the vampiric monster the baroness has become. You look down into her wide, pale blue eyes and at her fearful expression. You hesitate.
“Oh, please don’t hurt me,” she whimpers. She slides one hand up your leg and gives your cock a gentle squeeze through your trousers. “Brave warrior, please, spare me. I promise to pleasure you.”
“Pleasure me?” You scoff. “You are a vampire!”
“Y-yes,” she says, nodding sadly. “But I didn’t not choose this fate. Besides, there are better things than blood I can suck out.”
You groan in surprise as her hand reaches into your trousers and wraps softly around your cock. She strokes your manhood, looking up at you as she parts her lips, baring her fangs. You tense, your hand tightening on the grip of your sword, but when she leans forward instead of a sharp bite you feel the warm, gentle caress of her tongue as she licks the head of your cock.
“Ohhhhhh,” you moan as her tongue roams all over your tip. She wanks you slowly with one hand on your shaft and flicks her pink tongue beneath your cockhead.
“If I give you pleasure like this,” she says, pressing a kiss to the head of your cock. “Won’t you spare me from some awful fate?”
“I… I cannot,” you say, watching her small hand work along your reddening cockshaft. “It is my duty to the goddess to strike down all monsters that would prey upon humanity.”
“But do I look like a monster?” She asks, smiling sweetly at you as her hand continues to work your cock. “I’m just a sad widow, longing for the warmth of a man. Let me pleasure you, Lucas. I can show you that I have not lost what makes me human.”
You start to object and then her cool, wet mouth is on your cock, swallowing your swollen tip and gently grazing her fangs against it. You groan with pleasure, lost for a moment in the cool suction of the baroness’s lovely mouth. You gaze down into her pleading eyes and it takes every bit of your willpower not to grab her silky blonde hair in one hand and fuck your cock into her mouth to the hilt.
What do you do?
Let the baroness pleasure you
Ravish the baroness
She is a vampire and must be defeated!
Surrender
The undead beauty of the vampiress stirs your desire, not to ravish her, but to submit to her. You stare into her glowing red eyes and know in an instant that you cannot hope to beat Izabella. Not like this. The only choice possible is to yield to her.
You toss your sword at your feet as she approaches. It clangs loudly on the floor. Izabella hisses and looks at you uncertainly.
“I yield,” you say, holding your hands out from your side.
She flicks her gaze over you as if searching for some hidden weapon or magic trick. She runs her tongue over her lips and fangs.
“What are you doing, foolish hero?” She demands, keeping her distance. “I offer you no terms for surrender.”
“I understand,” you say, your heart racing as you contemplate the fate you will soon meet at her sharp fangs. Your cock twitches perversely in your trousers at the thought of your doom.
“You want me to feed upon you?” She laughs.
“Yes,” you moan your confession. You turn your head and offer the vampiress your neck.
She glides closer, her cold fingers stroking your throat. Your pulse throbs in your neck. She parts her lips and hisses hungrily, her fangs only inches from your jugular. You moan with submissive desire, your cock stiff at the thought of her fatal kiss.
“You naughty little boy,” she giggles. “You almost had me. Drinking you dry would give you what you desire, holy warrior. A return to your goddess.”
“What?” You look at her with fear.
“Oh, yes, I’ve heard of you, Here of a Thousand Lives,” she laughs. “Even here in the Nightlands, I would guess your goddess has the power to rescue you from death. But there are other fates that might prevent you from returning.”
“W-what?” You ask and she lashes out, seizing your throat in the iron vice of her hand. Her red eyes stare into yours, glowing and seeming to pulse with her malevolent energy.
“You will live on, remaining with me and serving me as a thrall,” she says. “A slave.”
“A s-slave?” You whisper, your voice distant as you stare deep into the swirling red pits of her eyes.
“Yes, Lucas,” she murmurs, her lips almost close enough to kiss you. When she speaks again, her voice echoes in your mind, her eyes pulsing with each syllable. “Your former desires and purpose slip away. Your meaning is a golden sphere that I hold in my hand. You want this, Lucas, and the only way you will ever have it is if you do exactly as I say. You will do that, won’t you?”
“Yes,” you moan.
“Good boy,” she says, “I am your mistress now. I am all that matters to you. My happiness is more important than your life. Repeat that.”
“You are my mistress,” you murmur in a monotone. “You are all that matters to me. Your happiness si more important than my life.”
“Very good,” she says, stroking your cheek. “You become hypnotized very easily. I am not sure how that trait would benefit you, but it certainly makes it easier for me.”
“I am here to serve your every desire,” you say, your words coming out without you giving them any thought.
“Yes, you are,” she says. “Let’s have a little taste of your blood. Perhaps I will decide you are too delicious to remain as a servant after all.”
Before you can reply, she lunges at your neck and sinks her fangs into your flesh. The pain is washed away on a hot tide of bubbling pleasure as the vampiress begins to gently suck at your wound. You feel your blood coursing into her mouth, her tongue flicking at your neck as she drinks your hot, red essence. She presses her shapely body to yours, one hand sliding down to your trousers and reaching inside to draw out your erect cock.
“Oh, goddess, forgive me,” you moan feebly as you look down at Izabella’s delicate blue-gray hand wrapping your shaft. She deftly wanks your cock as she sucks at your neck, drinking your blood and pleasuring you at the same time. You feel weak and your knees give out, but Izabella easily holds you up with one arm around your shoulders. Her lips are tight against your neck and your cock is throbbing in her grasp. The more of your blood she drinks, the more you want her to drink. You don’t care if she takes your life so long as she keeps sucking.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she moans against your neck, her lust vibrating through your flesh. Your cock surges in her grasp and you whimper a
s your orgasm builds. You watch your cock, surprisingly pale because of all the blood she has sucked, twitch in her ashen grasp.
“I’m cumming,” you whimper, held upright only by her strength. Your seed spurts out of your cock in powerful ropes that narrowly miss Izabella’s gown and splash upon the stones of the floor. You feel pathetic, but the pleasure surging through your cock and radiating from your neck melds into an intense orgasm the likes of which you have never experienced before. You seem to cum for a very long time and the mess you have made on the stones is extensive.
You feel your heart slowing and, certain you are about to fade into darkness, you swoon in Izabella’s embrace. She licks across your wound and stops the flow of blood from your neck. She releases you and lets you drop to your feet. You spill forward onto your hands and nearly collapse onto the mess you have made on the floor.
“You are mine now, little warrior,” she laughs. “Clean up the mess you’ve made and then return to the castle. I will call upon you when you are needed.”
She glides over to the bed, yawns, and climbs back beneath its covers.
“M-mistress,” you say, the word coming out unbidden. “Th-there is no rag to clean the floor.”
“Oh, really?” She smiles cruelly. “I am sure you will find a way.”
She licks her lower lip purposefully and sinks back onto her bed. You wet your lip and look down at the milky mess spread across the floor.
Your revulsion is overcome by your need to please the vampiress. Her happiness is all that matters to you now as you commence the humiliating task of cleaning your cum from the floor.
CONTINUE >
In the thrall of the vampiress
It is hard to say how many days and nights have passed since you learned to serve the vampiress. You are her groveling lackey, obeying her every whim and working tirelessly to aid her plan to control the entirety of the Nightlands. Ulvenblad has been mostly turned, with only a few townsfolk cowering in their homes, waiting to be drained or turned by the packs of vampire thralls that patrol the foggy streets at night.
During the day, you and the vampiress’s other human thralls descend upon the village to ensure that it is made ready. Izabella says that Ulvenblad will soon be the capital of an empire of the undead and ready to begin the conquest of the human lands in the name of the Succubus Queen.
“Lucas!” She calls from her crypt, her word reaching you as you polish the silver in the castle above her. You wipe your hands clean and hasten down into the dark underworld, the guttering candelabrum reminding you of your first descent into the vampiress’s lair.
“Lucas, you fool, where are you? Where is my velvet cloak?” She snarls and something breaks as you approach the door to her salon.
“Mistress?” You call, knocking faintly.
She throws open the door, seizes you in one hand and flings you easily across her room and onto her bed. The impact against one of the upright posts nearly breaks some of your ribs. You writhe and gasp for air as she leaps weightlessly through the air and lands atop you, her thighs like iron as she straddles your waist. Her anger twists her beautiful features and her red eyes blaze with fury.
“Where is my velvet cloak?!” She demands.
“M-mistress,” you gasp. “The blood. From that vampire huntress. I could not get it out and the fabric was ruined. I’ve asked a tailor—“
“ASKED!?!” She grabs your throat and begins to squeeze. “You have asked for a menial task? I do not ask you to do things, I demand it. Therefore you should not be humbly requesting on my behalf. It makes me seem WEAK!”
You choke for air, your face turning red.
“You are hardly fit to wash my feet with your tongue,” she laughs at one of the common tasks she gives you. “Let alone share my bed.”
She once rode you for hours every night and made you pleasure her with your tongue until you were exhausted. The past few nights she has hardly wanted you around and her temper has been very short. You fear the end approaches. She grows tired of all her playthings. Even the baroness had to flee from the castle and live in the village to avoid Izabella’s wrath. Only you remain, her most slavish and devoted servant. She squeezes your throat even tighter, her fangs bared and her eyes wild with anger.
“Killing me,” you manage to choke out as you feel yourself losing consciousness.
She snarls and releases your throat from her choking hands.
“Snapping your neck would be a waste,” she sighs.
“T-thank you, mistress,” you croak, rubbing at your bruised neck.
“Yes, I am a merciful ruler,” she says. “It is far better and more pleasant to simply drain you dry.”
“Drain me?” You ask, eyes wide and fearful.
“Yes, present yourself to me so that I might drink every drop of your blood,” she commands.
Your stomach tightens with fear. You know she does not jest about such things. A part of you wants to fight or bargain for your life, but you are the vampiress’s obedient thrall. The haze of her domination lies over your brain like the mists that cling to the hills of Ulvenblad. You get down on your knees beside the bed, tilt your head back, and present your neck and throbbing pulse to Izabella. She runs her sharp-nailed fingers over your neck.
“I can smell the crushed capillaries,” she says. “Blood oozing into your flesh, forming the bruises I caused. Your blood is less sweet every time I drink it, Lucas. The purity fading as you have remained by my side. I think tonight, finally, it will be sweet again. Sweet with fear.”
“Y-yes, mistress,” you whimper as she turns your head to the side.
She lunges at you and bites, her fangs piercing your vein and causing a hot gush of blood to soak your ragged tunic. She sucks greedily at your flowing essence and familiar pleasure suffuses your body. How many times has she fed upon you? A dozen? Two? This is different, you know at once. Her hands hold your head tightly and her lips smack against your neck as she drinks without restraint.
Accustomed to the pleasure, your cock stiffens and you begin to cum in your trousers, whimpering shamefully as her feeding triggers your orgasm. She laughs as she continues to suck, her amusement vibrating into your shoulder.
The warm pleasure succumbs to a hungry, cold darkness. It seeps into the edges of your vision until everything is black. The last sound you can hear is your heart; a final beat chasing you down the tunnel into darkness.
Your time has a thrall of the vampiress has ended. You have become her meal.
CONTINUE >
Get more training from Theora the Angel of Veleda
“I need to get better at this,” you say to Hina. “I need more training. Take me to Theora.”
“As you wish, master,” says Hina, setting off through the palace. “I believe she is in the armory.”
“We have an armory?” You say, following behind the golem.
“Whenever you need it,” says Hina sweetly. “I have every weapon ever devised by humans and several monster weapons. Also armors, magical defenses, traps, and combat golems.”
“I had no idea,” you say.
“You never asked, master,” she says, pulling open huge double doors. She leads you through a hall containing dozens of lifelike statues. Some look human and others are massive, towering into the darkness of the huge room. She opens more doors and you enter a room with rows upon rows of weapons with every design and description imaginable. You spot exotic flails, some of which that seem to be alive, sword, axes, polearms, and maces. Some weapons burn with magical fire, others drip with venom, acid, or blood.
You enter another room that seems more like a huge closet. There are gleaming suits of armor on stands, but most of the space is filled with robes, tunics, trousers, and countless other items of clothing.
“There she is,” says Hina, pointing to a familiar angel-winged figure rummaging through boxes. The golem girl steps back and you begin to weave through the tables of jewelry, hat stands, and varicolored piles of what look like rags.
“I haven’t found the Rosary of St. Yedmara,” she says, rattling a wooden box of jewelry. “That will make her confess.”
You see that Theora is holding various trinkets, a black leather rope, and something that looks like a hinged iron pear.
“What are you doing?” You ask.
“Preparing the implements for interrogating Izabella,” she says. “Even here, where her will is restrained, you will need various tools such as these to force the truth from her.”
“I am not torturing her,” you say, placing your hand on Theora’s.
“Then you will not know the location of the Succubus Queen,” says Theora, discarding a necklace back into the box. She looks at you fiercely and adds, “Or your mother.”
“I didn’t come for that,” you say. “I came to receive training from you.”
“Training?” She drops the rope, trinkets, and the iron pear onto a nearby table. “Lucas, I thought you understood that I have trained you as much as I can. I have nothing else to teach you.”
“I… that can’t be right though,” you say. “I barely know anything.”
“The time for training has passed,” she says, her tone softening. “Do you feel it, Lucas? The dark tide rising around us? It may consume us all if we cannot hold it back in the coming days.”
“But we are winning, right?” You ask, uncertainty creeping into your voice. Almost for yourself you add, “I did beat the vampiress.”
“You captured her,” says Theora. “She is still a danger. You should not visit her, by the way. You haven’t already, have you? No matter. If you did and survived, then the danger has passed. But be wary of her, Lucas. Even here she is dangerous.”
“I still don’t want to torture her,” you say resolutely. “She is my captive. I must treat them with honor.”