The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  She releases your cock from the prison of her breasts and rises to kiss you, squeezing her cum-smeared tits against your tunic. Her lips meet your and you whimper against her kiss as her tongue thrusts into your mouth. She kisses your cheek and your neck. You moan fearfully. Her tongue teases your neck and your cock twitches as it begins to deflate.

  Sharp pain pierces your neck as Anja bites deep. You feel the agony and the hot rush of your blood into her mouth. This is followed immediately by a dizzying wave of pleasure. You lean back weakly into the chair as she sucks noisily at your hot, spurting blood. Darkness closes in around you and the warmth of the pleasure gives way to cold.

  Endless cold.

  CONTINUE >

  Lick her ass to get the truth

  Obeying her raunchy command is instinctual. You squeeze and spread her firm cheeks, baring the blue knot of her anus and admiring her glistening cunt from behind. You run your tongue up her crack and she lets out a hiss of pleasure, her divot tensing beneath your first lick.

  “Oooh, eager boy,” she chuckles. “Go on then, Lucas, earn the truth.”

  “Nnnn!” You reply, pressing your face against her cheeks and slipping your tongue into her crack. You lap at the cool wrinkle of her anus, rolling your tongue around her tight rim and enjoying the way it flexes and relaxes with each lick. Burying your face against the vampiress’s lovely bottom was not exactly how you imagined defeating her, but if it can get you closer to the truth it will be worth it.

  “Lady Rachelle,” moans Izabella, holding the back of your head and rubbing her crack over your tongue. “She dwells in the mountains that burn beneath the earth. They mark no mortal map… ohhhhh… put your tongue in. Don’t be shy, boy. Ohhhh that’s it. Fuck me with your tongue. And put your fingers to use.”

  “Nnnnhnnn,” you reply, stuffing your tongue in her cool wrinkle and up the passage of her ass.

  “Those mountains are in the folds between the underworld and your world. The only way to enter them is through… ohhhhh yes… oh, perhaps the goddess has blessed you. That tongue is incredible! Do not spare it from my crack, my obedient little human!”

  “Nnnnnnn!” You moan as she bounces her ass against your face, skewering her delicate clench as you rub her clit with your fingers.

  You want to know the truth, but you are lost in the act of pleasuring her. You feel the precum leaking inside your trousers as you fervently pleasure the vampiress, worshipping her ass with your tongue.

  “That awful jungle!” She cries, throwing back her head. “Oh, yes! Through that jungle is the only way… no human could make it. Don’t bother! Too deadly! And hidden from your… your goddess… oohhhhhhh! Yessss! Making me cum with your tongue up my ass, Lucas! Yesss!”

  She writhes against your face, smothering you in her firm ass, grinding her hips and fucking her dripping cunt against your fingers. You nearly suffocate beneath her smothering flesh and you love it. You tongue deep inside her bitter hole, feeling it clench around your tongue as she cums hard. You nearly spill your seed in your trousers just from pleasuring her.

  “Oh, my,” she laughs, finally pushing you away and slowly turning around. She lifts you up by the collar of your tunic. “What an obedient little slave you are. Perhaps I will keep you around for a while to serve me better than these locals.”

  “W-what?” You say, dazed from what you have just done and unable to look away from her glowing red eyes.

  She answers you by pulling open your trousers and taking hold of your precum-slicked cock. She giggles as she begins to stroke it, gazing into your eyes and seeming to make your pleasure build quickly by the force of her will.

  “Cum, now,” she says softly and you whimper as your cock jerks in her grasp. Hot lashes of your spunk splatter her thighs and drip down her leg to the floor. She takes her hand away and commands you, “Keep cumming until it hurts.”

  “Ohh! What are... what are you! AHHHH!” You watch in shock as your cock bounces and jerks without being touched, diminishing spurts of seed landing on the vampiress and dribbling out of your tip to the floor. Your cock keeps throbbing, one orgasm stretching for more than a minute, leaving you barely able to breathe or think. Pain creeps into the spasms and finally it is stop. Breathless, shocked, you demand to know, “What did you do to me?”

  “I am in your mind, Lucas,” she says, stroking your face. “You belong to me now. I think I’ll have a little taste before I make you clean this up.”

  “A taste? AHH!” You cry out as she lunges at you and sinks her fangs into your neck. The pain of her initial bite becomes a hot rush of pleasure as she sucks your blood. It is almost as wonderful as the beginning of your orgasm. You moan as she drinks, unwilling or unable to resist her.

  As you swoon in her arms, you know that she is right; you belong to the vampiress.

  CONTINUE >

  Parley

  “Wait! Stop this!” You keep your sword in one hand, but raise your other hand as if to calm her down. “We can talk about this. We need not fight, we are not beasts.”

  “Mortal humans are beasts,” she scoffs. “I thought you were done talking and more interested in carving me up with your little toy sword. Now you wish to speak?”

  “Maybe I prefer to speak rather than to fight,” you offer as you continue to circle her.

  “Many a supposedly brave man has,” she laughs. “This land belongs to me, human. The baroness is mine. Ulvenblad is mine. Soon the whole of the Nightlands will be mine. My thralls will form a vanguard for the Succubus Queen’s plan.”

  “Sounds impressive,” you say. “What is her plan?”

  “Oh, you have time for that now?” She laughs at you and finally stops circling. “I suppose I could tell you, Lucas… if you sheath your sword and get down on your knees.”

  “I will not surrender to you,” you say, allowing an edge of anger to creep into your voice.

  “You will lose eventually, but I do not ask for your surrender.” She steps closer, within reach of your sword, but seemingly at ease. “I command you to get down on your knees. Please me, as any mere human should be eager to do, and I will reward you with the knowledge you desire.”

  You watch as she gathers the train of her loose gown in her hands and slides her skirt up her shapely blue-tinted legs. Her cunt is tufted with dark hair, the dark blue folds visible beneath them, faintly glistening with her arousal.

  “On your knees,” she says. “Serve my pleasure. You will have you answers about Lady Rachelle’s plans.”

  You wet your lips unconsciously, imagining the soft folds of her quim parting as you lick her. Your cock shifts in your trousers. Sweat beads your forehead despite the cool air of the crypt. Your heart beats faster as you look into her glowing red eyes and look quickly way again.

  What do you do?

  Get on your knees and pleasure the vampiress

  Refuse her and strike her down with your sword

  Demand to see the witch

  You push the baroness back by her slender shoulders. She looks at you with confusion, as if she cannot imagine a man would ever reject her sudden advances.

  “I’m sorry, my lady,” you say. “I must see the witch called Izabellas. I believe she is at the root of the evil that afflicts Ulvenblad.”

  “Oh,” says the baroness, pouting for a moment. “Oh, I see. Well then, I suppose you must be right, Lucas LeBlanc. I will take you down to where she makes her lair.”

  “Her lair?” You ask, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yes,” says the baroness, scooping up the candelabrum. “She prefers the darkness. She dwells in the crypts beneath the castle. This way, holy warrior. I’m sure we can find her.”

  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. Y
ou 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. “But I am sure she can be roused.”

  Your footsteps echo behind her as you descend more staircase 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. Tears well in her eyes, but she does not cry. She sweeps the candelabra aside and continues into the dark crypt. She rounds a corner ahead of you as you start to ask her how much deeper you need to go to reach the witch. You turn the corner behind her and the baroness is gone. The candelabrum she was carrying is sitting on the stone floor, the flames of the candles gently stirring in the subterranean currents of air.

  “Where has she gone?” You mutter, searching for some hidden passage or concealed tunnel. Finding nothing, you pick up the candelabrum and continue forward, one hand resting on the pommel of your holy sword. 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 >

  Surrender to the pleasure and tell her

  “I… I’m a monster hunter,” you cry as Anja runs her pink tongue over the head of your cock. “I am the chosen her of Veleda and I carry her holy sword.”

  “Mmmmmhhmmmm,” says Anja, slurping your cock into the cool, wet cove of her mouth. She bobs several times on your straining manhood, nearly sucking you over the edge, but stopping short and lift her mouth from your cock. Saliva trails from her pillowy lips to your crimson cockhead. She runs her tongue over her fangs. “What about the blonde? Who is she, Lucas?”

  “Her name is, Th-TheoraaaaaHH!” You answer as she resumes sucking your cock, taking you all the way into the silky clutches of her throat. “She is an angel of Veleda and my mentor.”

  “Mmmmm!” She lifts her mouth from your cock for only a moment to ask, “Weaknesses?”

  “She’s… she’s very strong and she can f-fly… and… ohhhhh… maybe a vampire can… ohhhhh… Veleda’s magic didn’t reach into the… the Nightlands… soooooooOOHHHH!”

  You drop your head back onto the wooden chair, your toes curling in your boots as you feel the intense surge of your orgasm. Anja bobs, slurps, and moans around your cock with the wanton lust of a whore who enjoys her job. Her spit spills coolly down your shaft and drips from your bollocks into your trousers. The rising pleasure of your climax reaches its peak and your manhood throbs and releases intense spurts of your seed into the pale woman’s slurping mouth.

  “Mmmmmmm,” she moans around your spunking cock, the sound vibrating up your shaft and tickling your tensing balls. She sucks and swallows your cum, pump by pump, without hesitation or complaint. She finally lifts her mouth from your cock, lashing your twitching tip with her pink tongue a few times before looking up at you with red eyes. Her smile reveals her fangs once more. “Thank you, Lucas, you have been very helpful.”

  She licks her way down your cock to run her tongue over your spit-soaked balls. It is a momentary pleasure before her kiss reaches your inner thigh. She sinks her teeth into your inner thigh, causing a sudden stab of pain that makes you cry out.

  “Ah, bitch!” Before you can fully articulate your anger, the pain gives way to a hot rush of pleasure. Your cock actually twitches as Anja sucks lewdly at your thigh. You can feel hot blood gushing into her mouth and pouring down her chin. She moans with pleasure of her own and feeds on your spurting blood.

  The pain of her initial bite recedes completely into the strange and pleasurable warmth of the plump vampiress sucking your blood. She grips your thigh tightly with her hands and latches her sucking mouth to the wound her teeth have created. You feel your lifeblood flowing into her mouth with each suck. Your vision begins to darken and you seem to be falling into a cold and limitless darkness.

  The last sound you hear before the darkness claims you completely is your heart giving a faint and final thump.

  CONTINUE >

  It is time to return to the real world

  “I am ready to go back to the real world,” you say to Hina, already feeling guilty about spending so much time in the eerie paradise of the Crystal Sanctum.

  “Of course, master,” says Hina. “I am always sad to see you go, but—“

  “Wait!” Theora appears around a corner and grabs you by your upper arm. “We have to question the vampiress. I have everything we need.”

  Her other arm is overloaded with ropes, chains, iron spikes, vials of some sort of liquid, and several wooden stakes all balances against her bosom.

  “I am not torturing her,” you say emphatically.

  “I will handle everything,” says Theora. “But I need you present. Your will controls her in this place. Hina, bring the vampiress to the central courtyard. Place her in the restraints.”

  “Yes, Lady Theora,” says the Hina, bowing slightly and setting off to fetch the vampiress.

  “I don’t like this,” you say as you follow Theora through the palace to the courtyard. The eternal sunset of the sanctum bathes the courtyard in its russet glow. At the center of the perfectly-manicured hedges, at the foot of the statue of Jolmarion, the first Hero of a Thousand Lives, stands the vampiress. Izabella has been placed in an iron cage, her arms through the curved bars and shackled. Her legs are in irons that link her to the cage.

  “Ah, now I see why I have this honor,” says Izabella, her red eyes glowing as she stares at Theora. “But all of this is necessary.”

  “Quiet,” snaps Theora. “You will only speak when answering one of my questions.”

  She sets her implements out on a small table beside the cage. She selects a silver needle the length of your index finger and a small hammer.

  “Wait,” you say, stepping between the cage and Theora.

  “Stand side, Lucas,” demands Theora. “You are soft, I understand, but this must be done. It is the only way to know the truth.”

  “The truth? By torturing her?” You shake your head. “Theora, if you put needles in me and burned me and broke my bones I would tell you anything. The truth would be indistinguishable from all of the desperate lies I would speak. Anything to get it to stop. This is not the way.”

  “The boy is right,” says Izabella. “I will tell you whatever you wish to know. I have no fondness for Lady Rachelle and my plans to rule the Nightlands have been spoiled. What would be the point in deceiving you now?”

  Theora sneers in disgust.

  “She dissembles, Lucas,” warns the angel.

  You turn to face the beautiful, red-eyed vampiress.

  “Tell me, then,” you say. “Hold nothing back.”

  “The city she rules is called Chthona and it is hidden beneath the earth, between the world and the underworld. The mountains burn and the fires of the earth bake the streets of Chthona. I have been there only once and it is a terrible place. I cannot take you there again because it has only one entrance from the surface."

  “Where?” You demand.

  “The entrance changes,” says Izabella. “Deep in the deadliest jungle of Saturana, there are a thousand doors, but only one opens to Chthona at any given time.”

  “She speaks in riddles,” says Theora. “Speak plainly, abomination!”

  “Saturana is the most dangerous place of your world,” she warns. “The beasts of the jungle and even the plants are hungry for your essence. You would spend days searching and hardly have a chance of finding the entrance.”

  “How did you find it?” You ask.

  Izabella looks at Theora, her eyes flashing red.

  “
There is one who knows the way,” she says. “The serpent. The ancient, desert snake.”

  “No,” says Theora. “She is neutral to all our conflicts. She will not help.”

  “Ah, but I convinced her to show me the way,” says Izabella. “All you have to do is give her something she truly desires.”

  “Who are you two talking about?” You ask, looking from Theora to Izabella and back again.

  “Yasmeen,” says Izabella.

  “The lamia,” says Theora. “She is not to be disturbed. It is against our conventions.”

  “But she grows so bored in the desert,” says Izabella. “She will enjoy a new plaything. Send Lucas. He is a smart boy. He will find a way to make her talk.”

  “I should torture her now,” growls Theora. “She is still hiding something from us.”

  “She gave us our answer,” you say, hoping very much that you are right. “I have to go to the lamia.”

  Theora tosses the silver needle away in disgust.

  “So be it, Lucas,” she says. “Yasmeen will probably make a meal of you.”

  Theora storms off to the castle, leaving you and Hina to unlock Izabella from her cage. As the vampiress steps free, she caresses your face, her red eyes flashing.

  “Beware of Theora,” she says. “You think you know her, but she is an ancient, powerful creature. She has killed heroes and heroines before. And when Theora kills them, they stay dead.”

  “I don’t believe you,” you say, glowering at her. She shrugs and tosses her silky black hair, heading off towards the castle.

  You depart from the Crystal Sanctum in flash of light and return to Castle Ulvenblad. In the morning, Theora is sullen as you breakfast with the baroness. Although Theora refuses more offers of money, she does allow the baroness to provide you with a carriage out of the Nightlands and to pack it full of food and other minor gifts.