The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Oh, yes, Lucas,” she gasps. “You’ve learned how to properly fuck.”

  The angel’s lewd words serve as a mighty encouragement. You growl with lust, feeling her walls tighten around your thrusting cock. She squeezes you between her legs, her heels on your lower back as she pulls you even deeper into the depths of her cunt.

  “Cum for me,” you groan as sweat pours down your face. You have learned to control your orgasms enough to hold out and your stamina from working long days on your farm serves you well. You fuck her relentlessly, not slowing until she is wailing your name again and again.

  “Lucas! Ohhhh, Lucas!” She screams, raking your back with her nails as she cums around your pistoning fuckmeat. Her tender cunt tenses and releases and tenses again, over and over, as she is wracked with the ecstasy of her prolonged orgasm.

  You pull your cock from between her silky lips as her pleasure seems to recede. You tease her entrance and wank your cock, thumping the fat head against her clit and making Theora jerk with pleasure.

  She suddenly sits up, hands on your shoulders, kissing you and pressing you off the bed.

  “Like this,” she says. “I’ve never done it like this.”

  She has you stand and she puts one foot high up on the table with the wash basin. The water sloshes over her foot. She strokes her blushing cunt.

  “Come here,” she says. “Standing up, like this. Put it back inside me and cum.”

  Her words are compelling; her pleasure-flushed body and glistening cunt even more so. You stand before her, stroking your cock and teasing it at her upright cunt. She laces her arms around your shoulders, both of you watching as you slowly spread her folds with the head of your cock. You push inside her a bit, feel your pleasure rising towards an explosion, and pull quickly out again, pinching your purpling cock at its root.

  “Sssstop teasing,” she hisses.

  “Not teasing,” you object. “I just didn’t want to cum on the first stroke.”

  “Oh!” She laughs and takes your face in her hand. “If one stroke is enough then it is enough. I want your cum inside me.”

  She kisses you and slips her tongue into your mouth. You cannot resist the hot lure of her cunt and you thrust your hips and bury your cock inside her clutching channel.

  “Mmmmmmm!” You cry against her lips, your tongue swirling against hers. You thrust with abandon, letting the rush of pleasure overtake your last resistance. One stroke, two, and three. Your ecstasy rises beyond control as you pound your cock into her. In a few more rapid strokes you plunge over the edge, your cock jerking inside her as your orgasm arrives in a hot flood.

  “Mmmmmm, yes, give me your cum,” she moans, squeezing you with inner muscles as you pump your seed into Theora’s holy cunt. Her walls milk you for every drop.

  Even after you have spent your last drop inside her luscious folds, you remain locked together in an embrace, kissing and holding tight together. When she separates, your cock leaves her hot depths for the cool air and you hear the faint drip of your cum out of her pussy, splattering onto the floor.

  “Go now, Lucas,” she says, looking away from you. “Any more and we will be locked together for the night. You face your deadliest ever foe tomorrow. You must rest.”

  You step back, but hesitate at the door. She glances at you over her bare shoulder.

  “Go! Don’t argue, please,” she says, her wings twitching with frustration.

  “Goodnight,” you say, stepping onto into the darkened hallway.

  You slip back into your warded room at the inn and fall heavily onto your bed. You know Theora is right, but how can you so easily go to sleep with her on your mind? You never even talked to her about your mother. Theora does that to you, robbing you of the ability to think of anything other than Theora.

  Though your mind is racing, your body is exhausted. You need to sleep.

  CONTINUE >

  You are invincible! Her ass cannot defeat you!

  Anja’s ample ass thumping back against your lap and swallowing up your twitching cock is torture, at least when she crushes your balls in her hand each time you are about to cum. But what Anja fails to realize is you have been trained thoroughly by Theora, not to mention your other monster girl companions, to resist this sort of torture. You could hold out for hours, you tell yourself.

  “Ohhhh,” moans Anja, bouncing back against your cock and jerking her hips. “You have a nice cock.”

  “You like it?” You gasp through gritted teeth. “You like the way it feels in your ass?”

  “Yes,” she admits. “Always had… mmmm… a thing for young guys with nice cocks. Loved to put them up my bum.”

  “That’s good,” you fight the urge. “Nothing stopping you from enjoying it. Not like I’m going anywhere.”

  “Right,” she laughs. “You’re doomed, so why not have a bit of fun?”

  You don’t like the way she laughed and then said that you were doomed, but her willingness to be convinced gives you a sliver of hope. She begins to move atop you with relish, tossing her long hair across her back and working her hips. Anja’s pleasure seems to build. You can feel it in the twitching of her ass around your straining cock. You want to cum inside her, but you know this would spoil the moment and likely encourage her to find new ways to torture you.

  Her ass slaps loudly against your lap, her plump cheeks jiggling. She sighs with pleasure and arches her back, her big tits swinging with her lusty movements. Your cock twitches inside her, aching for release as you watch her stretched hole gripping at your shaft. You resist the urge. You fight through the pleasure and picture the consequences if you fail. Not just this vampiress probably drinking your blood, but Theora dead and your mother dead.

  “Nnnnn,” you whimper through clenched teeth.

  “Ohhhhh, yes, your cock is so warm,” she gasps. “I almost forgot how it feels to fuck a man like this. Ohhhhh!”

  Her cries of pleasure seem especially loud in the dark confines of the cellar where you are being kept. Her ass begins to rhythmically clench around your cock, massaging your root almost to your tip as Anja rides her big ass up and down your cock. She cries with pleasure again and again, reaching between her thick thighs to strum her clit as she fucks her ass with your throbbing manhood.

  As her orgasm begins to retreat, you hear a loud thump nearby. It is follow by a creak of a cellar door opening and moonlight filters into the basement. Before Anja can even dismount from your cock, Theora bursts into the room, her eyes glowing with holy fury.

  “Vampire spawn!” She roars, her wings snapping wide open and the feathers brushing against the rafters of the cellar.

  “Bitch!” Anja cries, her face becoming savage and her fingers held like claws. She leaps at Theora and the much taller angel backhands the plump vampiress across the cellar. She smashes into the wall with a backbreaking crack. Theora tears your ropes away easily. She gives your red, straining cock a reproachful glance before hauling you to your feet. She presses your sword and holy symbol of Veleda into your hand.

  “Finish her off,” she says.

  You pull necklace over your neck and draw your holy blade from its sheath. The blade glows in your grasp as you turn to face Anja. The vampiress rises from a crumpled heap on the floor, her neck snapping back into an upright position.

  “I’m not afraid of some angel bitch!” She laughs, her eyes glowing red.

  “I will not be the one freeing you of your curse,” says Theora.

  You step forward, cock still lewdly jutting from your hips as you brandish your sword.

  “Him?” Anja scoffs. “He hasn’t even pulled up his—“

  You swing with the fury of a man confronting his torturer. Your holy blade whistles as it slices the air and connects with Anja’s neck. Her eyes widen in surprise for a moment, her arms lifting defensively, too late. The flash of light that swallows her up seems especially bright in the cramped cellar. Anja’s body is knocked to the floor.

  “She didn’t go into t
he sword,” you say, blinking away the after-image.

  “Because she is not a full monster girl,” says Theora, standing beside you and looking down at the crumpled woman on the floor. “She is a vampire spawn. A half-undead servant of a vampire. More dangerous than a human thrall, but still a slave.”

  Anja is alive. In fact, she appears much healthier, her pallor mostly gone and her eyes returning to a more normal color as she stares up in surprise.

  “W-what happened?” She asks. “Who are you?”

  “What is the last thing you remember?” You ask, crouching down beside her.

  “I was working at the castle,” she said. “The baroness called me to her quarters and… that is all. I can remember nothing else.”

  You look at Theora with concern. You realize Anja is staring at your cock and you quickly shove it into your trousers and button them up.

  “I must have had a lot to drink,” says Anja, forcing a smile. “I’m seeing an angel.”

  “Go upstairs and get some sleep,” suggests Theora.

  “Right, good idea,” says Anja, struggling to her feet.

  “And stay away from the castle,” you suggest. “At least for a couple days.”

  You and Theora return to the inn, where the angel has finished preparing your rooms with chalk wards against the undead. The rooms are small, windowless, and musty. Theora is about to leave you in yours when she seems to notice something. She closes the door behind her, crowding you into your room.

  “What is it?” You ask as she pushes you back to the small bed.

  “Your lust is still raging,” says Theora, gripping your hard cock through your trousers and giving it a good squeeze. “I can only imagine what that vampire whore did to you. Let me give you some relief.”

  “That would be… that… oohhhhhhh,” your ability to speak is forgotten as Theora pulls your cock out of your trousers and begins to wank it. Her hand is soft, but her grip his forceful. She strokes up and down your length, her large breasts bouncing in her sheer gown with the movement of her hand. Your encounter with Anja had left you on the brink and it is not long before Theora’s hand and the sight of her loveliness has brought you back.

  “I am close,” you warn.

  “Already?” She chuckles, a hint of scorn in her tone. “Very well. I will make it clean.”

  “What do you mean?” You gasp, feeling your pleasure rising quickly.

  Theora answers you by bending over you, her mouth suddenly engulfing your cock and her wings flexing on her back. Her golden hair spills against your lap as she sucks your cock down to the root. That warm sucking is all it takes to send you over the edge. You cum straight down her silky throat and she moans around you, urging you with her curling tongue to spend every spurt of your seed into the hot depths of her throat. She swallows around your gushing cock, coaxing out spurt after spurt and draining you dry.

  You feel almost as if Morelle just sucked some of your life force out of your cock. You collapse back on the bed, breathing heavily, as the beautiful angel slips your cock out of her mouth. She gently pushes it aside to rest wet and glistening against your thigh.

  “Sleep well, Lucas,” she says, rising from your bedside. “I will wake you in the morning.”

  You watch her leave, admiring her beauty and how it seems to glow even after she has snuffed the candles. You do not even move from the spot or pull up your trousers. Your eyes close heavily and you are fast asleep in moments.

  CONTINUE >

  Yes, you need to cum

  Although Theora’s stern demeanor is terrifying, you cannot pass the opportunity to experience the sometimes aggressive pleasures she has to offer.

  “Yes,” you admit. “Okay? Yes, I need to cum.”

  “As I thought,” she says, her lips quirking into a contemptuous smile as she looks down at you.

  She draws her hands slowly down over her body, her fingers following the contours of her breasts down to her hips and causing her gown to dissolve into smoke. Her gorgeous, naked body emerges like a magnificent ship clearing a fogbank on silent seas, the pink prows of her nipples first followed by the luscious hulls of her soft breasts. Her shapely hips and gold-thatched mound are revealed next and she towers above you, gloriously wrought in alabaster, shamelessly naked.

  You reach out for her, fingers trembling. Theora slaps your hand away.

  “You will not touch me,” she says. “You may look upon my body and pleasure yourself, if you recall such things in your indolence.”

  “Y-yes,” you moan, fumbling in your night shorts for the stiff length of your cock. Theora puts a foot on the edge of her bed and her cunt is scant inches from your face. You breathe the rich, pure scent of her womanhood and gaze upon her golden thatch and the pink petals of her flower peeking from beneath her silky hair.

  “Look upon the sweetness of my cunt,” she says, her voice hot and almost angry with desire. She reaches a hand between her toned thighs as you stroke your cock and she parts her golden forest and bares the glistening inner pink of her pussy. “Imagine the honey-delight of my burying your tongue inside me. Imagine, as you choke the life from your little cock, what it might be like if I pushed you back upon that bed and mounted your pitiful staff.”

  “Ohhhh gods,” you moan, beating your cock faster and feeling precum slicking your fingers.

  Theora favors you with a cruel laugh.

  “Yes, that’s it,” she croons, twitching her hips in time to your stroking hand. “A lonely man’s love. Wank your little cock for me, Lucas, for tonight you may only imagine what it would be like to feel the velvety heaven of my cunt around you. To kiss my clit… mmmm… just there… to have your cock stuffed into my soft bosom. Or…” She swings her hips and turns around, showing you her shapely ass. She reaches back and spreads her cheeks to reveal the immaculate pink pucker of her anus. “Or perhaps you might ram that pitiful plug of a cock up my bottom. Would you like that, Lucas?”

  “Ohhhhhh, yes,” you cry, pounding your fist on your cock. You stare at Theora’s lewd display as your balls begin to tighten and your cum threatens to explode. You do as she says, imaging her luscious ass against you and her delicate pink hole stretched around your cock.

  You find yourself reaching for her lovely ass with your free hand. She catches you and slaps your hand away again hard enough to leave a red mark and make you yelp with pain.

  “No touching,” she snaps. She swings back around and puts her foot back on the bed beside you. “But I will permit you to soil my body with your seed.”

  Her breasts! Her lovely face! Her luscious ass!

  “My foot,” she pronounces, wiggling her toes against the bed. “Kneel beside it, Lucas, and I will permit you to spill your seed across my foot. Would you like that?”

  “Y-yes,” you cry, climbing onto your knees on the bed. You wank your crimson cock over her dainty foot, your precum beginning to drip from your cockhead and spatter on her toes.

  “Aren’t you fortunate to be given this honor?” She laughs.

  “Yes, th-thank you,” you cry as your pleasure rises inexorably. It reaches you in an incredible rush. You stare at her foot, so feminine, admiring her delicate toes and her perfect arch as your pleasure surges. “Ahhhhhhhh!”

  Cum blasts from your throbbing cock, spurting over her foot in an arc and spattering against the bedding. You groan, adjusting your aim to paint your ribbons of creamy seed across Theora’s delicate foot. You pump your cum over her toes and splash her upper foot. Your seed drips down in streams and dangles from the tip of her big toe in a jiggling strand.

  “Ohhhh,” you moan, ashamed of what you have done immediately.

  “Look at the mess you’ve made,” she laughs, lifting her foot towards your face. You cringe away from the musky smell of your seed decorating her beautiful foot. “I should make you clean it up with your tongue, but your punishment has its limits.”

  She stretches over to the wash basin on the nearby table and tosses you the wet washcloth.r />
  “Clean my foot,” she commands. “Nicely. Take your time and do a thorough job.”

  You bathe her foot with the cloth as your cock goes flaccid. You massage the cum from her dainty toes and wash it from her arch. By the time you are done, her foot is once more immaculate.

  “Good,” she says, turning her ankle to inspect her heel. “You have cleaned up your mess. Now put that drooping cock away and go get some sleep. You have a vampiress to hunt in the morning.”

  She escorts you back to your room and unceremoniously shoves you inside. You flop back onto the bed, confused about your feelings for Theora and more than a little ashamed of how easily she can get you to do the most humiliating things.

  You sigh and lie back on your bed.

  CONTINUE >

  Pleasure her without concern for yourself

  You moan with desire, burying your face forcefully against the ample mounds of Theora’s breasts, kissing and sucking at them lustily and smothering yourself in their warmth. She cries out, cradling your head against her soft tits, hissing with pleasure each time you lash her plump nipples with your tongue or capture one in your lips and suck at it eagerly. Her pink nipples glisten with your saliva as you move ravenously back and forth between them.

  “Lucas, ohhh, you really shouldn’t be, mmmmmm!” She pinches her lips together and seems to struggle not to cry out as you suck at her soft breast, your tongue flicking her nipple and your lips popping with suction around her areola. You hold her by her shapely ass, urging her to move atop you and grind the warmth of her womanhood against your cock straining in your night shorts. “Please… now is not the time for this…”