The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  She turns around, rubbing her peachy blue bottom against your face. She keeps her fingers locked in your hair as she pulls you to her crack.

  “If you lick my ass,” she commands. “Do it well, worship my ass, and I might even be convinced to spare your miserable little life.”

  She arches her back, thrusting her bottom back against your face and smothering you in the supple flesh of her ass. You brace your hands on the roundness of her lovely cheeks to keep her from smothering you completely.

  “Go on, put your tongue to work, little Lucas, and I will tell you the truth,” she says.

  What do you do?

  Lick her ass to get the truth

  Refuse that humiliating task

  Let the baroness pleasure you

  You know this beautiful woman on her knees before you is a dangerous vampire, but you cannot deny the lust surging in your cock as she strokes your manhood with both hands.

  “Please, Lucas,” she murmurs, giving a slow lick to the head of your cock. “Let me satisfy your urges. Let me drink the hot essence from your loins.”

  “Y-yes,” you moan, your hand relaxing on your sword. “Alright, but, oohhhhh… but…”

  Whatever you were trying to say is forgotten as her mouth engulfs your cock and she begins to urgently suck on your straining tip. Her hands continue to massage the length of your cock as she bobs deliberately on your cockhead, her cool tongue swirling around the ridges of your glans.

  “Mmmmmm,” she moans around you and pops her lips free. “Your cock is so delicious, my brave warrior. It is my honor to kneel before you and serve you with my mouth.”

  “Gods,” you hiss as her sucking mouth returns to your cock. Her beauty is bewitching and her single minded focus on your cock is exciting. Your breathing rows louder and louder and you rest your hands on her slender shoulders.

  She slips her mouth off your cock again, cradling your tip with her pink tongue and looking up at you, her mouth whorishly open.

  “I can feel your heartbeat in your cock,” she moans. “Louder and louder as your pleasure builds. Do not hold back, Lucas. I want to taste your peasant cum. Please, feed me your sweet seed.”

  “Ahhhhh,” you gasp as she wanks you against her tongue. Your knees go weak with your pleasure, your balls tightening against your root as your cum threatens to burst from your cock. You squeeze her shoulders as she takes you back into her mouth, bobbing quickly and taking you to the back of her silky throat. She moans around you, her lust stirring more pleasure in your cock.

  Your sword is forgotten, the danger of her a secondary concern; all that matters in that moment is your surging ecstasy. Your tension builds. She looks up at you with lust-lidded eyes and seems to smile around your cock as she slides her lips over your tip.

  “Yes!” You cry, your ecstasy exploding into her mouth. She opens up and strokes you into her open mouth and you watch, enthralled, as white ropes of your seed gush across her tongue, splash her gleaming white fangs, and pour into her throat. She gulps each spurt without hesitation, actually laughing against you as she milks out your cum into her mouth. She wraps her lips around you and finishes you with a strong suck.

  “Mmmmm, let me clean you up,” she says, licking and slurping up the pearly drops of your spunk clinging to your cock, your balls, and your inner thigh.

  “That’s enough,” you say, pushing her away.

  Only, you can’t push her away, she is clinging to your legs and nuzzling against your thigh. You feel a sudden, sharp jolt of pain followed by a hot trickle of blood coursing from your thigh down your leg. The pain gives way to intense pleasure, rolling through your body and nearly making you feel like you are cumming again. You know she is feeding on your blood, but you cannot stop her. As you grow weaker, the baroness grows stronger, riding you down to the ground as you tumble onto your back. She clings to your legs, slurping noisily as you stare up at the ceiling.

  Darkness closes in around you, the warm waves of pleasure fading into darkness and an endless, terrifying cold. The last sound you hear is the weak final thump of your heartbeat.

  CONTINUE >

  Go with Petrov to question the maid

  “Take me to her,” you say.

  Petrov flashes his rotten smile once more and rises from the table. You follow him out of the tavern and into the rain-washed night. Water still gurgles in gutters and you step around puddles in the crumbling cobblestones of the street.

  “It isn’t far,” promises Petrov. He takes you down an alley between two wooden buildings. A turn in the alley and the space between buildings grows unpleasantly narrow. Wet shingles brush against your arms. Petrov moves quickly, as if he has passed this way a thousand times. You stumble over a lump of debris that squishes underfoot like a rotten melon or maybe a dead rat.

  “Almost there,” says Petrov and he disappears around another turn in the alley. You follow him around the corner and… he is gone. The alleyway leads to a single windowless door with a heavy iron lock.

  “Petrov?” You call. “Are you still there?”

  You are answered only the gurgling of the drains. You lean down to inspect the door’s locking mechanism. A shadow falls across you, blocking out the scant moonlight. As you attempt to stand up you are thumped on the back of the head by a blunt object.

  “Ah?” You manage, before being thumped again.

  Darkness closes in on you as you feel your body falling.

  You awaken in a sitting position, your arms bound behind you, with a pronounced headache and two throbbing lumps on the back of your head. At first you think the room is in total darkness and then you feel the edge of a blindfold tight over your eyes and the bridge of your nose.

  “Go to the castle,” says the coarse voice of a woman. “She’ll have a reward for you.”

  “Yes, Anja,” replies a soft male voice that must be Petrov. You hear his footsteps move away across floorboards. The woman, Anja, calls him back.

  “Come here and take his amulet off before you go,” she commands. “It is unpleasant.”

  “Bastard,” you growl and strain against the rope binding you as Petrov reaches into the collar of your tunic and tears off your amulet of Veleda. You hear it clink as he drops it somewhere nearby.

  “Have fun, outsider,” mocks Petrov before departing for good.

  “Who is there?” You ask. “What do you want? I do not have much in the way of coin. I am a servant of the goddess—“

  “Mind your tongue,” says the coarse voice. She loosens your blindfold and drops it down your face to hang around your neck. You blink at the brightness of the candelabrum the woman is holding near your face. She is a brown-haired woman of ample curves and middle age. Though attractive, and certainly plentiful, she has a hard face and an unhealthy pallor. She wears a peasant dress with a low-cut bodice that reveals much of her cleavage. Her loose skirts are tattered and stained. You notice puncture wounds on her pale neck.

  “A vampire,” you say grimly.

  “Something like that,” says the woman, setting her candelabrum on a table beside you. She runs her hands over your shoulders and neck. When her soft fingers reach your face you try to twist away from her. “Oh, little man, you are tied to a chair. I will drink you dry whenever I please.”

  Her words send a cold spike of fear through your body. Sweat prickles at your neck and forehead. Her brown eyes take on a faintly reddish tint and her smile reveals small white fangs.

  “Do it then,” you say, trying to sound unafraid.

  “Oh, I will, in time,” she says, stroking your face. “First you are going to answer my questions.”

  “To hell with your questions,” you say, staring at her fiercely.

  “Why were you asking around about the baroness?” She asks, squeezing your cheeks with her fingers. “Who was that woman with you? Are you here about Izabella?”

  Her smile tightens cruelly.

  “Answer my questions or you will suffer.”

  What do you do?
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  Answer her honestly

  Evade her questions

  Finish in Rianna’s pussy

  The sensation of sheathing your cock in Rianna’s velvety soft and steamy-hot cunt is too wonderful to relinquish. You plug your thumb into the clenching hole of her anus, eliciting a gasp from the scarlet-haired wench and feeling her walls tense around your cock. The pleasure only makes you pound her shorn cunt all the harder.

  “Ohhhh, Lucas,” she cries as each blow of your hips against her ass sends her creamy haunches shuddering and makes her fat tits swing beneath her.

  You slide your thumb in and out of her naughty passage as you work your hips furiously and pound your cock into her slick depths. She begins to make mewling sounds and you can feel her body tensing around you, gripping at your cock. You yank her head back by her scarlet hair and growl, “Cum for me, Rianna. Cum on my cock.”

  “Yessss!” She cries, her lips parted as you wildly pound her tender pussy and roughly hook your thumb into her ass. Her wails of pleasure are so loud that you release her hair to wrap your hand around her mouth and cover it. Her hot cries are muffled by your palm. You feel her spasm again and again around the furious piston of your cock.

  As her pleasure recedes, you grab her throat instead of her mouth, squeezing just enough to let her know who is in charge. You spank her ass with your slamming hips as your cock lewdly pounds in and out of her juicy pussy.

  “Fuck!” You cry, thinking of all the violence you have suffered and inflicted. You picture the shock of all those monster girls you have defeated as you buried your sword in them. The white flash of their destruction so like the white starbursts in your eyes as you reach your peak inside Rianna.

  She’s saying something to you, her words vibrating in her throat beneath your hand, but you can’t hear her. You let loose your pleasure, pumping your scalding spunk deep into her slippery channel. Your cum seems to pour out in a desperate rush, as if escaping your body like steam from a superheated vessel. Your cock twitches again and again inside her until you have spent every drop of your seed.

  “Can’t breathe,” you finally hear her choke out desperately.

  You release your grip on her throat and she slides forward onto the bed, your cock leaving her creamy cunt with a lewd slurp. Rianna rolls slowly onto her back, looking up at you with wide, watery eyes. She holds her throat, which bears a red mark from your hand.

  “Almost… killed me…” She gasps.

  “Wasn’t meant that way,” you say apologetically. “I got carried away.”

  “You’re a brute is what you are,” she says sliding away from you on the bed. She feels between her legs and looks at her spunk covered fingers. “Bad time ta be doin’ that too. Just my luck, ya put a babby in me.”

  You reel from her suggestion. You never wanted to knock her up, nor hurt her, you just became lost in the bestial side of your lust. Was it the evil of the Nightlands? Or is this in you?

  “S-sorry,” you mutter. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

  “Thought you was a gentleman,” she says, pulling on her clothes. “Well, you go on then. Keep your coins. I won’t be sharin’ a bed with ya again.”

  She leaves your room in a huff. You sink back onto the bed, wondering what came over you and if you can learn to control it. Despite your unease, you are exhausted and slip quickly off to sleep.

  CONTINUE >

  She is a vampire and must be defeated!

  Gazing down at the beautiful baroness, you feel her soft hands stroking your hard manhood and the cool, wet lash of her tongue against your sensitive cockhead. It would be so easy to give her permission to pleasure you or to toss her slender body down upon the stones and take your pleasure by force. But you are not a weak man, at least not this time around. You straighten up and take a step back, your cock sliding out of her grasp.

  “What’s wrong, Lucas?” She says, looking up at you sweetly.

  “You are a blood-sucking monster!” You snarl, your anger surging as you grip your sword more tightly in your hands. “It is my duty as a champion of the goddess to smite you! I will banish your evil from this land!”

  “Nooooo!” She screeches, shielding her face with her arms as you swing your sword downward in a blazing arc. The Holy Sword of Veleda strikes her and there is an impact as if you are hitting a statue forged from iron. There is a bright flash of light and you are thrown across the room. The afterimage fades from your vision and you see that the baroness is still kneeling where she was. Some color has returned to her face and she is looking at her hands with disbelief. She lifts her gaze to you as you push yourself up from the floor.

  “I killed them,” she whispered. “I fed upon their blood and made them do terrible things.”

  The Sword of Veleda must have purged the vampirism from the baroness. Veleda has shown her mercy, but now she must confront the deeds she committed while under the thrall of the witch.

  “Izabella,” you say, offering the baroness a hand up. She takes it and rises to her feet.

  “I… I was going to… going to kill you,” she says, looking down at the bulge in your trousers. “Seduce you and drink your blood. I’m… I’m sorry.”

  “I accept your apology, baroness,” you say, steadying her with a hand on her shoulder. “Now, you must tell me how to find the witch. She is the true source of evil here.”

  “Yes, Izabella,” she says, seeming to snap out of her daze. She snatches up a candelabrum and shouts, “Come, Lucas! I will take you to her lair.”

  She leads you down a spiral staircase and into the cool, dank air of what is clearly a dungeon. Shackles hang from the stone walls and the doors of several cells stand open. There are tables, chairs, bucks, and rows of weapons and helms as if this also served as a barracks for the castle guard. There are no prisoners and no guards down here. You feel a tremor of fear as you wonder what happened to both groups.

  “She usually is not awake so early in the day,” says the baroness, her gown sweeping softly over the stone floor as she leads you into the deeper darkness of the crypt. “She knows so much about what goes on in the castle. I fear she will expect you.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” you say. “I must face her.”

  Your footsteps echo behind her as you descend more staircases into a world of darkness and the faint smell of death.

  “Twenty generations of my husband’s family are buried in the crypts,” says the baroness. “Including my husband.”

  She holds the light out to a huge stone sarcophagus marked with recent inscriptions.

  “I thought the witch could save him when he fell ill,” she says, tracing the carved face on the sarcophagus. “I fear her dark magic only hastened his death. She took him from me.”

  You rest your hand over hers and gently squeeze.

  “I will avenge him, baroness. I will strike her down for the sake of Ulvenblad.”

  “Thank you, Lucas,” she said, nodding slightly. “It isn’t much farther. Just down the stairs and through the door to her private chamber.”

  “Remain here,” you say firmly. “I will deal with her.”

  You light a candle from a nearby sconce and descend alone into the older crypts. You reach a simple door of oiled blackwood set into the hallway. Tracks in the dust on the floor suggest it has been opened and closed recently.

  There is no other way forward. The ancient crypts must continue through this door, housing past generations of the baron’s family.

  CONTINUE >

  Apologize to Theora

  “I-I’m sorry for bothering you,” you say, your voice cracking slightly. “I didn’t mean to, um, disturb you. It was just, I couldn’t sleep, and I was thinking about my mother and sister, and the trouble we’re in, and, um, well, I didn’t… didn’t want to be alone. But, I guess, um…”

  Your words trail off into a long, uncomfortable silence. Your heavy breathing is the only sound in the room as the furious angel stares down at you pinned beneath her knees. The last
of her anger abates, replaced by a cold mask of contempt.

  “You’re so weak,” says Theora, shaking her head. “Skulking around in the hallways, too afraid to say what’s on your mind even now.”

  “I said I was sorry,” you protest.

  “Yes, you always seem to be saying that to me.” Theora rises smoothly to her feet and stands over you, backlit by the glow of her bedside candle, the shape of her naked body visible through her gauzy gown. “It is times like these, with you whimpering and groveling, that I wonder why Veleda every chose you to be her champion. What does she see in you, Lucas?”

  “I don’t know,” you confess sadly.

  “Mmmm.” She sighs. “Well, I am not surprised you could not sleep. You are accustomed to being pampered by Hina and having your cock milked by that awful bovine bimbo. Not to mention the succubus slithering around trying to drain your seed.”

  “N-no, it’s not that,” you protest.

  “You probably have a buildup of your essence,” she says. “The sort you males usually have the initiative to handle yourselves, but for some reason you have grown so lazy and spoiled you can no longer manage.”

  You sputter, “I just… I just…”

  “Do you need to cum?” She asks sternly, her hands on her shapely hips as she gazes down at you with contempt. “Is that what your need to get some sleep?”

  You are taken aback by the forwardness of Theora’s question. You get the sense from her tone and her demeanor that if you say “yes” then your pleasure will come at a price. Perhaps it would be better to just go to your room and force yourself to sleep.

  Do you need to cum?

  Yes, you need to cum

  No, you need to go to bed

  Drink the Pink Milk Potion