The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

“By sticking your cock in all of them?” She snaps and immediately regrets it. “I know, they crave it, you are just here to give them what they want.”

  “Oola and Morelle get upset if I don’t visit them to, uh, you know,” you scratch your head and blush furiously.

  “Right, I know,” sighs Theora. She rests a comforting hand on your shoulder. “We should not quarrel about such things. You did not ask to be made the Hero of a Thousand Lives just as I did not ask to be your guardian. I will handle the interrogation of the vampiress.”

  “Whatever you think is right, Theora,” you say, looking into her intense, silvery-blue eyes. “But maybe I could just try asking her again first.”

  She nods and gives you a weary smile. You are not sure why, but you feel a sudden welling of affection for the beautiful angel. You lean up to her, stroking her cheek as you place a chaste kiss upon her full, soft lips. It lingers. Her eyes flutter closed and her lips slowly part. Your tongue tastes the faint strawberry flavor of her mouth. You press deeper, met by the languid caress of her hot, wet tongue. She moans against your lips and pulls you against her with her strong arms.

  “Mmmmmmm,” you cry, kissing her openly, passionately, and holding her just as tightly as she is holding you.

  In that moment, you and Theora put aside your worries and sink down on what seems to be a giant’s black velvet robe. You caress the angel’s breasts through her gown, kiss them through the soft fabric feeling the buds of her nipples against your lips as you move lower. You push up her gown, baring her creamy thighs, her golden thatch, and the glistening pink of her furrow.

  “Lucas,” she whispers, a soft and meager protest.

  You descend between her creamy thighs, kissing your way to the steamy center of her womanhood. You breathe in her angelic freshness, her flower petal sweetness, lips against her cuntlips, tongue tracing the delicate softness of her entrance. She moans faintly and combs her fingers into the back of your hair. She pulls you against her cusp and your tongue finds the bead of her clit. You lap at her bud, tongue pressing hard enough to flatten out against her button.

  “Ohhhhhhh, yes,” she hisses, tossing her golden hair across her face and behind her knees. You slip two fingers into the hot channel of her cunt, feeling her tense as you begin to fuck them in and out, your lesser knuckles bumping against her anus as you suck finger her and suck her clit.

  Her cries of ecstasy are muted by the racks of clothing around you, but there is no mistaking the sweet flow of her cum into your mouth and the tension rippling around your fingers. She jerks her hips and fucks against your face and fingers, riding hard enough that each bump against your nose hurts a little. You don’t care, you pleasure her until her orgasm subsides.

  “I need it,” she pants, pulling your head from between her thighs. “I need your strong sword inside me, Lucas. Take me. Take me as a man.”

  She leans back again, spreading her legs wide and using the fingers of one hand to part her folds. You guide your straining cock to her hot entrance and thrust into her tight cove. You cry out in mutual pleasure, a moan that rises and falls as you begin to stroke in and out of her pussy. You bend over her and kiss her lips, trying to maintain a passionate liplock as you pound your cock with desperate desire.

  You hold out as long as possible in the clutching furnace of her cunt. The pleasure is exquisite and Theora seems no nearer to another climax. Finally, she gasps, “Stop fighting it. Cum for me, Lucas. Cum inside me.”

  “Ohhhhh, yes,” you cry, your thrusts slowing and yet becoming more forceful. You sink every increment of your manhood into her clutching cunt and explode deep within her.

  “Yes, yes,” she cries, happiness in her voice. “Cum inside me. Fill me with your seed!”

  You spurt again and again into her exquisite tightness, marveling at her beauty, desperately kissing her as you spend your seed in a last few ragged strokes. You lie atop her, gasping, trembling with your orgasm. You slowly slide your length out of her and hear the faint, raunchy sound of your seed bubbling out of her freshly-fucked cunt.

  “Thank you, Lucas,” she whispers, looking up with a dreamy expression on her face.

  “Thank you?”

  “For clarifying things for me,” she says. “For reminding me what is at stake and why we must not relent. You humans can be annoying, but you have your finger qualities worth preserving.”

  Coming from Theora, it’s a very heartfelt compliment. You smile down at her and stroke a lock of golden hair from her face.

  You depart the maze of jewelry boxes and armor racks and find the guide Hina waiting for you.

  “Did you have a pleasant visit with Lady Theora?” The golem asks.

  “For once,” you say, grinning, “Yes. Very pleasant.”

  “Where would you like to go now, master?” The automaton asks, cocking her head to one side and staring at you expectantly.

  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

  Visit with Gretchen the Cow Girl

  Spend some time with Hina the Golem Girl

  Returned from the (almost) undead

  Your body takes shape from the motes of dust in the air, swirling and gathering in the white marble palace of the Veleda. You perceive the light around you and the glow of the beautiful goddess as she stands like a colossal statue above you. Her smile is sad and her eyes glow beneath a furrowed brow.

  “I forgive your failures, Lucas,” she says as your flesh congeals and the last of the dust blows away. “But your deeds are hard to overlook. You became a vampire and fed upon the blood of the living. You killed for her.”

  “Please forgive me, goddess,” you moan, groveling before her and realizing you have been restored to your masculine body.

  She crouches down, bringing her huge face close to you, her eyes as big as windows on a house, golden and full of emotion. Her immaculate blonde hair tickles against your naked back and you tremble at Veleda’s touch.

  “I forgive you,” she says, her words causing you to cry out with ecstasy. “The vampiress dominated you and cursed you with her sickness. Theora had to send hunters to end your slavery and free you from the Nightlands.”

  “They killed me,” you say, remembering the stake plunging into your breast.

  “Yes, or a version of you,” she says. “A bit softer and more lovely. Killing you was an unfortunate necessity.”

  “I understand,” you say, thinking back at the moment of splashing blood and screams as you fed upon helpless men, women, and children. “You can put things back?”

  “Yes,” she says softly. “You must face her again, Lucas. Do not fail me.”

  She lifts you up in her hands and seems to gently toss you into the air. A warm golden light surrounds you and you are falling, plunging from the heavens through the clouds and down into the crypts beneath the castle.

  You stand facing the vampiress, your body masculine and clad in your old tunic and trousers. You hold the Holy Sword of Veleda in your hands and stare with determination at the savage beauty of Izabella. Your guts twist in fear. She was your mistress for so long… but she doesn’t know it. Time has turned back and you have another chance to defeat her.

  “What are you waiting for, Lucas?” She sneers, her red eyes flashing.

  “The right opportunity to strike you down, blood-sucking harlot!” You shout, swiping your sword to keep her at bay. “Your evil ends now.”

  “I doubt that, little warrior,” she laughs, baring her fangs as she glides towards you. “But if you are lucky, maybe I will decide to keep you around as a pet.”

  What do you do?

  Wait

  Parley

  Attack

  Special Ability

  Item

  Surrender

  Visit with Oola the slime girl

  After the darkness of the Nig
htlands you could use a little light. To your surprise, the first thing that comes to mind is the perpetually excited and happy slime girl, Oola. She is always glad to see you and too simple-minded to have complaints beyond not seeing you enough. A visit with her might be just the thing you need to cheer up. Not to mention, the thought of her voluptuous, gelatinous body makes your cock stiffen and twitch with anticipation.

  “Take me to Oola,” you say to Hina. “I would like to see what she is doing.”

  “She is being bad, master,” says Hina. “She became so hungry without you around that she decided to eat things in the kitchen. We are trying to control her, but she is devouring all the desserts we have prepared for you.”

  “I didn’t know she even ate food,” you say, following Hina as she sets off through the palace.

  As you approach the vast kitchens, you hear multiple Hina’s shouting and crying out in dismay, plates smashing, and loud giggling from the slime girl. You throw open the door and are stunned to see violet slime spread across half the kitchen. Oola’s face is laughing from several lumps of slime, all connected by tendrils of ooze as she extends new parts of her body to envelop pastries, puddings, and even bowls of sugar. A moment after she absorbs one into her body, its shape softens inside her and begins to disintegrate.

  “She can melt things?” You mutter to yourself. “How many times have you been the dessert inside her? Could she have melted you so easily?”

  “Do not be afraid,” says the guide Hina. “Violet slimes almost never eat meat. They do have a hunger for sweets when they are deprived of their favorite food.”

  “My essence,” you murmur, remembering the hungry way the slime girl slurped over your straining cock the last time you visited with her. You raise your voice and call out, “Oola! You’re making a mess!”

  “Master?” Her disparate faces suddenly slide together into a single mass of violet gelatin. Her buxom body rises from the jelly, absorbing it all into her singular slimy form. She cries with delight, “Oh, master! You come to see Oola!”

  She glides quickly across the ransacked kitchen, knocking aside a kitchen Hina trying to clean up and launching the weight of her jiggling slime at you with an excited cry of, “Awooooo!”

  The weight of the slime girl splashes into you, her gelatinous voluptuousness deforming and swallowing up your arms as she pushes you back onto the floor and begins noisily kissing you. You try to kiss her back, even opening your mouth for a moment, but it’s a mistake as her sweet slime pours into your mouth and forms two slippery tongues at once. She bursts through your tunic and slides into your trousers, dispensing with both garments by sucking them off your body, swallowing them into her slime, and ejecting them out of her back.

  “Awoo! Miss master so much!” She speaks clearly even though her lips are pressed to yours and she is kissing you forcefully.

  “Mmmmhmmmmhththmm,” you reply, your tongue squirming against her swirling slime tongues.

  “Oh! Master, you give me boy milk? Please! Thank you! Soooo hungry for warm master milk!” She slurps and reforms, her breasts growing larger and her body atop yours, huge tits swaying. “Squeeze you between jelly! Mmmmmm, yummy!”

  Oola’s slimy lower body covers your legs like a gooey blanket on the floor, but her upper body rises above your groin as she takes hold of her slimy breasts and squeezes her cool jelly mounds around the upright post of your crimson cock. Her violet body surrounds your manhood in her cool, slippery squeeze.

  “Oh, Ooola,” you laugh at the intense sensation. “That’s very nice.”

  “Awooo!” She burbles happily and begins to bounce her breast up and down your straining length. You can see your hard cock through her jiggling tits. She tilts her head, tucks her chin, and begins sucking your tip as it pushes up between her breasts with each wank. You move your hips, fucking into her massive cleavage and pushing your cock deeper into her mouth. She speaks as if your cock isn’t pumping into her mouth, “Awooo! Master, you make cum? Give me essence, please! I like it! So yummy!”

  “Ohhh, I know you like it,” you moan, resting a hand on her gelatinous head. “A little more… ohhhh… almost there…”

  She wobbles and jiggles atop you as you hold her slimy arms and thrust between her breasts. Her slime is tight and rubbing all around you, massaging your straining cock in her cool goo. You moan as you reach your peak of pleasure, your cockhead buried in her mouth and visible through her translucent violet head.

  “Mmmmm master! Almost taste it!” Oola burbles with excitement.

  Pleasure bursts from your cock, each throb of orgasm sending a spurt of cum jetting into Oola’s mouth. A white cloud swirls into her head and dissipates just as quickly with each pump as the slime girl gobbles up your essence.

  “Awooooooo!” She burbles happily, slurping out every drop you have to offer her. She lifts her slimy mouth from your cock, but keeps you squeezed between her gently wanking tits. “Give more, master. Pllllllease!”

  “I don’t know,” you gasp, watching as she wanks your cock through your refractory period. The sensation is almost too intense, but the weight of Oola’s slime atop your legs keeps you from easily dislodging her.

  “Make new hole for master,” she says and suddenly releases your cock. Oola’s weight slithers off your leg and her body reconfigures until she seems to be on her hands and knees, offering up her thick, juicy violet ass. Her plump cheeks spread as she tilts her hips and shows you the gelatinous knot of a translucent anus. “You put here, master. You like very much. Extra tight!”

  You see a swirl inside her slime as if she is creating a tighter passage beyond her gooey anus. The thought of stuffing your still-hard cock into that slimy sheath gives you a surprising thrill. You rise to your knees behind her and before you’ve even given it much though, you steady yourself with one hand on one of Oola’s jiggling cheeks. Your other hand grips your cock and you guide your manhood to her pectin pucker.

  “Awwooooo!” She cries, arching her back and thrusting her ass onto your cock. You sink every inch of your manhood into Oola’s wobbling ass and begin to properly fuck the hungry slime girl. Your cock slurps in and out of her naughty hole and you watch it throb inside her. There is a denser and more substantial feeling to her back passage. It squeezes around you and each thrust imparts more of your warmth to her otherwise cool body. The impact of your hips against her gelatinous posterior makes Oola’s huge tits swing and her entire body wobble and jiggle like a dessert.

  “Oooohhhhhh!” You cry, abandoning all restraint as you wildly fuck your cock into the slime girl’s ass. You thrust faster and faster, so hard that her gelatinous breasts are swinging from beneath her and flopping around to her side. You laugh at the ridiculous sight, enjoying the rising pleasure and the slime girls cries as you reach your peak. “Yessssss!”

  You explode inside her, your cum shooting halfway up her back in milky jets visible through her wobbling body. You pump again and again, spilling even more seed than the first time into her swirling depths. You gasp, falling back on your haunches as Oola fucks back against your spent cock, keeping you on the edge. You watch, moaning, as she milks a third orgasm from your cock in only a few seconds.

  “Awooo! More milky!” She burbles merrily, gobbling up your diminishing spurts in her hungry ass.

  She lets your cock slide out of her ass and you flop back on the floor, gasping and exhausted. Oola reforms beside you, cushioning your head against her gooey breasts.

  “Thank you, master,” she says.

  “Satisfied?” You gasp, smiling up at her translucent face.

  “Yes, master,” she says.

  “And you won’t ransack the kitchen again?” You scold.

  “Promise, master,” she says.

  “Good,” you laugh, looking at the kitchen Hinas still sweeping and scrubbing to clean up the mess that Oola made. You stay with your head resting against Oola’s soft mounds until you catch your breath. You finally get up, collecting your clothes and cleaning
off the worst of her slime.

  “You visit soon, master?” She burbles.

  “Yes, Oola, I will see you soon,” you say, blowing her a kiss. Ripples spread through her body as if your kiss collided with her like a pebble in a pond.

  You stagger out of the kitchen and into the hall beyond, still smelling like Oola’s sweet jelly. Hina is waiting for you with a smile.

  “Did you enjoy your visit with Oola?” She asks cheerily.

  “Yeah,” you chuckle. “That should calm her down for a while.”

  “Thank you, master,” she says. “She was quite messy. Where would you like to go now?”

  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 Gretchen the Cow Girl

  Get more training from Theora the Angel of Veleda

  Spend some time with Hina the Golem Girl

  Call upon Veleda for strength

  Your cock stiffens at the sight of the beautiful baroness and her lewd behavior. You know you must resist such temptation. The baroness could be the vampiress or one of the vampiress’s thralls. To succumb to your lust could mean your life.

  You make the sign of Veleda with your fingers and call upon the goddess with a prayer. Your fingers glow faintly. The baroness hisses and back to the headboard.

  “What magic is this?” She cries, clinging to the carved wood, her bare breasts heaving fearfully.

  “It is the blessing of the goddess,” you reply, climbing onto the bed. You feel peace and warmth suffuse your body. You realize that you do not need the sword to dispatch the curse upon the beautiful baroness. The goddess is with you despite the curse of the Nightlands. She will turn you into her weapon against evil.

  “Stay back,” moans the baroness, cringing as you approach.

  She can only retreat from you so far as you crawl towards her. You gently cradle her chin and turn her face towards your. She hisses and bares white fangs, her pale blue eyes momentarily flashing red. You ignore these signs of her vampirism and gently lean down to kiss her on her lips. The moment your lips press against hers, a great light bursts from inside you and consumes the baroness, you, and the entire bed in a white flame that warms rather than burns. You see the evil melt away from her and the color return to her cheeks.