The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  The carriage ride is undertaken in almost total silence. The driver occasionally calls questions about the route down to you, but Theora seems unwilling to converse.

  Finally, as you approach the sunlit border with the world outside the Nightlands, you say, “I did not choose her over you, Theora.”

  “But you listened to her advice over mine,” says the angel, her silvery-blue eyes flashing. “I have built you into a man, Lucas. A warrior. I have given you so much, even my…”

  She turns away suddenly.

  “What?” You ask. “Your what?”

  “Nothing,” she mutters, staring out the window of the carriage as you pass through the lightening forest.

  “Please, Theora,” you say, placing your hand on her shoulder. What did you give me?”

  “What do you think I gave you, you stupid boy?” She asks, tears glistening in her silvery-blue eyes.

  You feel horrified at the pain you have caused her. You never imagined you possessed the power to hurt the taciturn angel. To only discover you wield such power by actually hurting her is an unpleasant shock.

  “Theora, I meant nothing by… it just seemed…”

  “She is right,” says Theora. “You will have to go to Yasmeen. But I did not want that.”

  “Why?” You ask.

  “Because if you fall to her, you cannot return,” she says. “Do you understand? Her realm is hers alone. Far more isolated than even the Nightlands. If you perish in the city of Kazadar, by Yasmeen’s coils, not even Veleda can save your life.”

  You are speechless at the discovery. You have faced true horrors and pain, but now you face actual death at the hands of the lamia.

  The carriage halts at the edge of the Nightlands and you and Theora get out, shouldering packs laden with gifts from the baroness. As you set foot in Lorraine, you feel the warmth of Veleda shining down upon you and a certain dread lifts from your spirit.

  “Where do we go now?” You ask Theora.

  “Now? We return to your home. Your sister is there.”

  “What? How do you know?”

  “Hina told me,” says Theora with a shrug. “She quite likes your sister.”

  “Genevieve,” you say with a grin. The thought of your sassy older sister returning to your family farm buoys your spirit. “Gods, I had forgotten. It will be good to see her.”

  “Say your goodbyes,” says Theora. “You may never see her again.”

  On that grim note, you prepare to be transported by the magic of the goddess.

  THE END

  < START OVER | CONTINUE TO BOOK 5: THE LAMIA >

  Refuse that humiliating task

  “Lick me,” commands Izabella, grinding her firm bottom against your face. “Lick my ass, you naughty little boy.”

  The vampiress’s demeaning demands fill you with hot anger. You grab her ass and push her roughly away, nearly fall over backwards in the process. You scramble to your feet, saying angrily, “I amyou’re your pet! I will not lap at your ass like some dog!”

  She faces you, her eyes glowing red and her smile revealing her fangs.

  “You are right, Lucas,” she says. “You are no pet. A pet would be obedient. A pet would deserve to sleep at the foot of my bed. You… you are just another lost soul that has wandered into my lands. Not obedient enough to be worth keeping around.”

  “I will—“ You reach for your sword, but before you can draw it from its sheath, Izabella is upon you.

  She seizes hold of you by the front of your tunic and lifts you easily off the ground and into the air. She leaps upwards, slamming your back and head against the ceiling and dazing you. It takes you a moment to realize you are still against the ceiling and that she is holding you up in the air and floating beneath you.

  “Let us put your reputation as the Hero of a Thousand Lives to the test,” she says. “Will your goddess save you here?”

  She sinks her fangs into your neck and you yelp with the sharp pain as her teeth pierce your jugular. The hot gush of blood into her mouth and her hungry sucking brings a wave of pleasure so intense, it feels as if you are cumming. You moan pitifully and you feel her hand squeezing your cock through your trousers. Your manhood throbs and jerks and you feel cum spurting into your under shorts and soaking into your trousers.

  “Mmmhmmhhm,” she laughs against your neck, sucking hungrily at your flowing blood as you cum pitifully in your pants.

  The hot pleasure of her feeding recedes into darkness and an endless, inescapable cold. The last sound you hear is the final, faint thumping of your heart.

  CONTINUE >

  Pleasure the baroness

  The baroness is a delicate beauty, her noble features like an elf’s and her pale blue eyes to match her creamy white skin. The faintest flush on her cheeks and upon her quim stir your desire. You must serve such a beauty. You must give her the pleasure her lonely heart desires.

  “My lady,” you say, unbuckling your sword belt and climbing onto the bed. “I must repay your hospitality with my humble service.”

  “Oh, brave Lucas, yessss,” she hisses, parting her pink folds and beckoning you closer.

  You cannot resist the temptation of her innocent beauty. You kneel upon the bed, kissing her dainty feet and sucking upon her wriggling toes. She gasps as you squirm your tongue between them and caress up her long, supple legs to the smoothness of her thighs. Your kiss follows your hands until you have reached the delicate flower of her lust. Her fingers stroke her tiny bud and spread her outer petals to show you the honey-slicked passage of her womanhood.

  “Taste me, my hero,” she moans, stroking her fingers through the back of your hair. “Taste the nectar of my desire.”

  She holds out two fingers and you run your tongue over them, tasting the sweetness of the baroness’s delicate cunt. Once you have sampled her nectar, you cannot resist seeking more, leaning down to lap at her folds and the tiny bead of her clit. She sucks in a breath as you lick her womanhood, cradling your head against her sex and tilting her hips to rub her folds against your tongue. Her flesh is barely warm at all, though it is not quite cold, as if she has just stepped out of a very cold bath.

  “Yes, my sweet hero, lick me there,” she moans, and her hands against your head hold you down against her quim with surprising strength.

  Not that you are resisting her. You eagerly suck at her dewy folds and thrust your tongue deep into the clenching tunnel of her sex. You lap at her juices and moan with lust of your own as she grinds her slick sex against your lips and chin.

  “Yessssss!” The baroness wails, bucking her hips and smearing her juices against your face. “Oh, yes, my hero! My tongue-lashing savior!”

  She squeezes your head between her thighs and holds your face against her quim as her body muscles tighten and her hips buck. You dutifully lick her and suck at her clit until her movements slow and her thighs relax their crushing grip. But she is not done.

  “More,” she moans. “More. I want to ride your face, my hero.”

  “Yes, my lady,” you moan, the idea making your cock twitch in your trousers.

  You lie back on the bed and the beautiful baroness mounts your face with her peachy bottom above you and her knees on either side of your head. You caress her firm bum and kiss the smooth curve of her cheeks. She smothers you beneath her admittedly light weight, her cunt against your eager tongue and lips and your nose nearly buried between her cheeks. You moan and squeeze her ass with both hands as you feel her stretch out atop you.

  “Oh, that’s good, Lucas,” she moans. “But what is this?”

  Her hand massages your hardness tenting your trousers. She frees your cock urgently and before you realize what is happening your straining manhood is in her delicate mouth. She moans around your cock, sucking and licking at your tip as her gentle hand massages your bollocks. You moan your own pleasure into her cunt, burying your tongue deep as she begins to bob her soft lips around your straining hardness.

  Her sucking and your lickin
g become a swallowing serpent of pleasure. The more she sucks you towards your climax, the more enthusiastically you fondle her peachy bottom and tongue her dripping cunt. She moans with her building pleasure around your cock until the moans are a steady, tickling vibration. You feel your own pleasure rise to meet hers until you crescendo in unison, your hips jerking and your cock pumping your seed into her mouth as she spills her nectar from her clutching cunt. You drink her sweet elixir as she sucks down your cum without hesitation, her bobbing lips coaxing you to a draining pleasure in her mouth.

  You are still licking her from behind and softly moaning as she lifts her mouth from your cock and kisses your thigh. She moves lower, along your inner thigh, almost as if she intends to lick or suck your bollocks.

  Suddenly, her mouth clamps to your thigh and you feel a sharp jolt of pain followed almost immediately by a wave of warmth and pleasure.

  “W-what are… what are you…?” Your head drops back on the pillows as you feel all strength fading from your limbs. Her grip is like iron as she lewdly slurps at the blood pouring from your vein and wiggles her lovely bottom in your face.

  You feel the sucking of the baroness and the hot trickle of your blood as your life force begins to ebb. Looking up at her lovely, tufted cunt and the flawless mounds of her buttocks, you have to admit you can think of worse ways to meet your end.

  Darkness closes in around you and the warmth of the pleasure you are experiencing gives way to an endless cold. The last sound you hear is the final, faint thump of your heart.

  CONTINUE >

  Fuck Rianna’s ass

  Rianna’s cunt is a slippery delight for your straining cock, but it’s the plump onion of her bottom and that tight pink pucker that you crave. You gently pop your thumb out of her clenching arse and slide your glistening cock out of her wet pussy.

  “Ohhh, Lucas,” she moans, trying to look at you over her shoulder, but unable to look back at you because of the tight grip you have on her scarlet hair. “W-what are you doing?”

  “Going to give you what you really want,” you say, spitting into her spread crack and splashing another wad of saliva over her pink flower. She tenses as you slap the weight of your cock into her crack and let her feel the size of your cockhead against her tender hole.

  “Please, I ain’t done much o’ that,” she says. “I’ll let ya, but be gentle ‘bout it. Please.”

  A part of you wants to slam your cock into the mewling wench’s arsehole, skewer it good and make her howl. That voice in your head surprises you. Where did it come from? Is this bestial need within you? Is this the evil of the Nightlands infecting you with cruel desires?

  You shake it off. You will take her lovely fat ass, but you will not be cruel about it. That is not your way.

  “Alright,” you say, releasing your tight hold on her hair. You rub your cockhead against her wet pucker, pushing against that tight squeeze. She tenses tighter and you push harder, forcing your cockhead past her tension and bracing yourself with one hand against her plush cheeks. Your hard tip eases past her flower and the tight ring of her clench and you thrust into her hot passage.

  “Ohhhhh, Lucas,” she moans as you slide into her ass. “It’s bleedin’ huge.”

  You ease your cock deeper into her hot tunnel, watching her stretching pink hole swallow up your throbbing shaft. Coated thoroughly in her pussy juices, you are well-lubricated and begin to work your cock back out before plunging it in again.

  “Oh, that’s it,” she moans. “Give it to me, love.”

  You allow a growl to pass your lips as you take hold of her plump ass with both hands and begin to fuck her tight hole. You restrain your darkest urges, but let loose enough to properly fuck her in her naughty ass. Your hips pat against her cheeks and she reaches between her thick thighs to massage her own cunt. You can feel her fingers beneath your swinging balls.

  “That’s good, that’s good,” she moans, her fingers twisting into the sheets. “Awwwwww fucken hell, love, that’s good!”

  The sensation of her ass is twice as exquisite as her velvety cunt; much warmer and even smoother inside. You do have to pop your cock out at one point to spit on it and make sure it’s fully lubed as you slide it back into her slowly closing gape. Her ass grips you in a warm vice and you know you cannot last but a few more strokes.

  “I’m close, love,” pants Rianna. “Give it to me good now, would ya?”

  “If you can handle it,” you growl, fighting back your orgasm to prove you can fuck her ass hard. You grab her hips tightly and slam your cock into her hole. You let just enough of that snarling beast out to satisfy her needs. She howls with delight, arching her back and thrusting her jiggling ass back against you. Her orgasm clenches around your cock and finally proves too much.

  “Cumming!” You roar, your pleasure strangling any further words as you pour your seed deep into Rianna’s hot depths. Her ass drinks your cum with ease and she moans as if she feels you squirting inside her.

  She collapses forward onto the bed and you ease your cock out of her freshly-fucked hole. She lies there, face down in the bedding and her flushed ass raised. Your cum trickles from her fucked hole, curling around her swollen vulva.

  “Turn around,” you gasp, still out of breath and red-faced. “Clean me up. With your mouth.”

  “Oh, yes,” she says, a note of submissive delight in her voice. “Of course. Got to give ya a good cleanin’.”

  She bends low, looking up at you, locks of hair plastered with sweat to her flushed face as she stuffs your cock into her mouth. She bathes you with her tongue and her warm saliva. If she minds the taste of her ass on your cock, she certainly isn’t complaining. Her gently swirling tongue laps up every drop of your cream and leaves your cock glistening.

  “Well done,” you say and push her away. “You can go.”

  “Jus’ like that?” She rises from the bed, picking up her clothes. “You men are all the same. Once ya spill yer seed ya want the woman gone.”

  “I’m tired,” you say, rolling onto your back as she hurriedly dresses. “I have important… mmmm… business tomorrow.”

  “Well, if your business earns you more coin, I’d let ya spend it with me,” she says.

  “Of course you would,” you yawn, a contented smile spreading on your face. She departs and you snuff the candle on the table beside the bed. You’re not sure what has come over you here in the Nightlands, but maybe it’s not all bad.

  You’re too exhausted to think about it for long. Sleep is quick to claim you.

  CONTINUE >

  Visit with Morelle the Novice Succubus

  “I would like to visit with Morelle,” you say to Hina.

  “Very good, master,” says Hina, leading you through the castle to Morelle’s lovely bedroom. As you travel through sunlit upper floors, Hina warns, “She has been in a foul mood since the vampiress arrived. I do not think that she likes Izabella.”

  “Have they met?” You ask, furrowing your brow with concern.

  “They have seen one another,” says Hina. “They have been in close proximity. I cannot confirm whether they have spoken.”

  You had been so worried about dealing with Izabella that you never stopped to worry about what trapping her in the sanctum might do to your other companions. You follow Hina to Morelle’s door, which is decorated with flowers and a curlicue inscription of Morelle’s name. You rap your knuckles on the door.

  “Morelle,” you call out. “Are you in there?”

  “Go away!” She shouts through the door.

  “No, I’m not going away,” you say, knocking again. When she does not answer, Hina steps forward presses her hand to the door. The lock disengages and the door swings slightly open. You storm into the room and find furniture overturned, clothes and blankets tossed about, and smashed bottles of wine dripping from a nearby windowsill.

  Morelle is sitting on the edge of the dirty bed, her back to you and her wings folded tight against her shoulders. A feather from on
e of the down pillows clings to Morelle’s lavender-tinted hair. You sit down on the head beside her and pluck the feather away.

  “I don’t want to talk to you,” she says, refusing to look you in the eye. “You brought her to the castle.”

  “Izabella?” You try to put a comforting hand on Morelle’s bare shoulder and she shrugs your hand away.

  “Is that the bitch’s name?” She says, her violet eyes flashing with anger.

  “Why do you hate her so much?” You ask, doing your best to conceal your amusement at Morelle’s anger.

  “She is vulgar,” says Morelle, which was far down the list of possible reasons you thought the succubus might have for hating the vampiress. “I drink pure essence and she sucks up blood like a leech. It is disgusting. Can you imagine all that blood in your mouth? Yuck!”

  You stroke her shoulder, running your fingers over the bones of her wing and rubbing the back of her neck in a comforting manner.

  “She is nowhere near as beautiful as you, Morelle,” you say.

  “Of course she isn’t!” The succubus tosses her hair and looks at you with annoyance. “She’s cold! A dead body! I’m nice and warm. I’m sure my tail feels much better than being chomped on by her fangs!”

  You shudder in surprise as her tail slithers into your lap and tries to worm its way into your trousers. You grip it just beneath the fleshy petals of its “mouth” and prevent it from entering your pants.

  “Let it go,” purrs Morelle. “Come on, let me show you how much better it can feel with a succubus.”

  “Will that calm you down?” You chuckle, watching her tail twist against your grasp. The glistening lips of her tail’s slit flex open and closed.

  “I don’t know about calllllmm,” she says, her demeanor changing in an instant as she looks at you adoringly. “It would make me feel a lot happier.”

  “Well, believe it or not, Morelle,” you say, I want you to be happy. You reach down to your trousers and open the buttons. Morelle’s yes widen and she grins as you fish your semi-erect cock out from your under shorts. You guide her flesh tail to your tip and her tail sucks your manhood into its slick and steamy passage. You break out into a smile of your own, leaning your head back as the tail sucks your cock fully inside it and begins to pulse with rhythmic enthusiasm.