The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

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by Amanda Clover


  “You’re licking me there?!” She gasps in surprise.

  You roll your tongue around the rim of her ass, moaning, “Nnnnnhnnnn.”

  “Oh gods,” she gasps, pushing her firm cheeks back against your face, clearly overcoming any self-consciousness as you rim her tight little hole.

  The more you lick Saleen’s tight pucker, the more your cock throbs with need. You rim her ass and ram your fingers into her slick pussy, driving her hard and fast into another orgasm. The petite elf cries out with another storm of pleasure, throwing her head back and bucking her hips to fuck against your face. You choose that moment to plunge your tongue deep into the clench of her ass, invading her delicate hole and eliciting a shrill scream of pleasure.

  “LUCCAASSSSSS!” She bucks her hips vigorously, nearly pitching you over backwards as you tongue-fuck her asshole and finger-fuck her clutching cunt.

  Her ride against your face slows for a moment and then resumes as if she has reached a new plateau of pleasure. Breathless, gasping, she finally collapses facedown among the furs. Your tongue slides from her ass as she falls and you rise higher on your knees.

  “Turn over,” you command her, your hands already flipping her onto her back.

  She is drenched in sweat and almost delirious. She grins up at you, reaching for your face as you part her thighs and thrust your cock into the hot cove of her cunt. You hilt your cock in her velvet clutches and begin to move your hips, vigorously, but mindful of the limits of your pleasure. Her perky tits jiggle and shake with each thrust of your cock into her tight pussy. You lean over her and kiss her passionately, tongues intertwined and your language devolving to a dialogue of grunts and gasps.

  You build to a massive climax, each thrusts taking you closer and closer. You gaze into her golden-brown eyes as you cum deep inside her, your seed flowing into her clutching pussy as she seems to share in a mutual orgasm. You gasp, wishing you could prolong the pleasure forever, but slowing your strokes as your cock becomes overly sensitive.

  “Oh, Lucas,” she moans. “You came inside me.”

  Her words strike a sudden cord. You are so used to bedding monster girls that the thought of impregnating Saleen had not even occurred to you.

  “I… is it the right time for you to be…”

  “It’s alright,” she says, stroking your cheek. “Worth the risk.”

  She kisses you again and wraps her legs tightly around you, pulling your softening cock even deeper into her creamy pussy. Her squeezing inner walls reawaken your desire and after seemingly only moments you feel yourself growing stiff once more.

  You begin to thrust into her cum-filled pussy, growing very harder and harder as she cries loudly and kisses you again and again. The sound of the storm seems to build into a primal scream with the force of your ecstasy as you cum a second time deep into Saleen’s clutching pussy.

  You rest for a bit, drinking sweet wine from a flask Saleen kept stowed in her robes and luxuriating on the furs with the beautiful elf. She is so small in your arms and yet her body is toned and substantial against yours. Her kiss is playful and her hand begins to reawaken your cock.

  “I might be too tired for this,” you laugh.

  “I will be the judge of that,” she says, smiling as she kisses her way down your body and takes your cock into her mouth.

  She managed to make you cum three more times before finally exhausting your ability to fuck her. You sink into each other’s arms and gazing into those winsome elven eyes you feel an unexpected tug of something more than lust. You think to say so to her, but before you can you slide into a warm, honey-brown sleep.

  You awake to remarkable quiet. The storm has passed and sunlight is filtering through a part in the flaps of your tent. You can tell by the shadows on the hides that sand has nearly buried your tent. You torn onto your side and realize you are alone in the tent. Saleen must have left to see to the caravan.

  You wash your face with warm water from a water pouch and clean your cock with a damp cloth. You still reek of sex, but it is the best you can do with only the desert provisions. You are just finishing dressing in your desert robe when there is a flash from the Sword of Veleda and Theora appears in the tent.

  “Hello, Lucas,” she says, more than a little coldly. “I expected you to join me. I hope you had fun with the elf.”

  “Um, yes, we got to know each other,” you say.

  “Where is she now?” Theora asks. “We must be leaving.”

  “I think she is just outside getting the caravan ready,” you say.

  Theora opens the tent’s flap and storm-piled sand spills into the tent. She thrusts her head out through the flap and quickly declares, “No, Lucas, your elf is gone. The caravan has left us.”

  “What?” You hasten to the flap and stick your head out of the tent beside Theora’s golden mane. Sure enough, the caravan has gone and long enough ago that the light wind has scrubbed away any trail of the departing sand shufflers. Disappointment plunges unexpectedly into your guts and you step back feeling actually wounded by Saleen’s surreptitious departure.

  “Perhaps you did not get to know here as well as you thought,” says Theora, looking at your stricken expression. “Come, Lucas. Take my hand. Yasmeen’s magic has worn off and Veleda can return us to your farm.”

  “Why wouldn’t she even say farewell to me?” You wonder aloud as you take Theora’s hand.

  “Perhaps she does not actually like you, Lucas,” says Theora.

  Although your mentor’s words are cruel, you detect a flicker of a sympathetic smile on her lips as a golden glow swallows you and Theora up. Before you can speak again, you are transformed into pure holy energy and flung through the heavens at impossible speed by the will of Veleda.

  CONTINUE >

  Visit with Oola the slime girl

  “Hina, I would like to visit Oola,” you say, thinking of the bubbly, happy slime girl.

  Hina hesitates. It is hard to read her glassy eyes and porcelain face, but you sense something is amiss.

  “What is it?” You ask.

  “Oola is not well, master,” she says. “It is good you want to visit her, but I must warn you that she is not herself.”

  “Take me to her,” you snap. “Quickly!”

  You hurry down into the dank, cave-like portion of the dungeon beneath the castle. Hina has to lead you all the way up to Oola, who is sitting in as a dismally small puddle on the floor of the cave. She has darkened from violet to a shade of purple that is almost black and has shrunk to no bigger than your two hands clasped together, with a small, rubbery fringe around her core like a purple fried egg.

  You scoop her up into your hands and she forms the slightest resemblance of a human face like a mask resting in your grasp.

  “Yummy?” She burbles sadly. “You not leave Oola die?”

  “Oh, no, Oola,” you say, guilt welling within you. “I left you too long without my… my juice.”

  “No yummy,” she says, her voice gurgling. “Give me yummy?”

  You realize what you have to do, but it will not be easy with Oola in such a pitiful state. You fumble your soft cock out of your trousers and try to stroke yourself hard looking down at this pitiful gelatinous remnant of Ooola.

  Hina interjects, “Perhaps if she formed herself into something you could use. There are objects called Onaholes that are soft, jelly-like toys made from mindless sea slimes that fishermen sometimes use to pleasure themselves when away at sea. She has just enough remaining volume for this simple transformation.”

  “Can you do it, Oola?” You ask, supporting her with one hand as you try to awaken your cock with the other.

  “I try,” she burbles and begins curls herself into a tube shape. Her gelatinous remains are just sufficient to form a tube filled with soft, rubbery slime flesh about the right size for your cock. She is certainly much easier to grip in this shape. You rub the head of your cock against the rubbery entrance and to your surprise her cool flesh begins to arouse your
manhood. You even drool a bit of precum against her opening, providing lubrication for you to slide your full, swelling length into the velvet tunnel created by her body.

  “OoooooOOOooh, “she burbles as you sheath your length in her gelatinous onahole. You feel her throb around your cock, as if excited by your warm manhood sliding in and out of her rubbery sleeve.

  “Let me, master,” offers the guide Hina and she wraps her hand around your cock, tightly gripping the Oola-hole as she begins to vigorously wank you with it. You pout one arm around the porcelain golem, watching her massage you with the cool, gelatinous tube of Oola’s body.

  “Ohhh, this is pretty weird,” you laugh, but weird or not you cannot deny the pleasure building in your loins.

  “Relax, master,” says Hina. “I can tell you are getting very close.”

  “OOOooooooOOOhhh,” moans Ooola, her excitement vibrating around you. “Please give me yummy juice.”

  Your breathing grows heavier, the tension building your stomach and your tightening bollocks. You thrust your hips out of habit, but this only seems to mess up the timing of Hina’s deft strokes. You force yourself to stop and allow her full control over wanking your hard cock in Oola’s increasingly slippery sleeve.

  “Can taste!” Oola burbles excitedly. “Give more juice, please!”

  “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” You feel the pressure building inexorably, reaching the giddy plateau and then plunging over it as your cock explodes inside the squeezing tube of the slime girl’s body. You spunk fills a translucent bubble at the end of your cock that swells with each pulse of creamy seed. As your last gush fills the bubble, it compresses and the milky liquid spreads throughout Oola’s body. She begins to shake and boil with life. You pull out your cock and Hina places Oola gently onto the floor.

  Somehow, that small measure of your cum is enough to cause Oola to begin to dramatically expand. Her color returns to a brighter, more luminous violet and she spreads like a spilled bucket of slime across the floor.

  “OOooooOOoh!” She burbles excitedly, sending out pseudopods that grow into arms and legs and form slowly into a full-sized and very busty simulacrum of a nude, voluptuous woman. She stands up and smiles at you, her translucent flesh glowing in the dark cave. “You saved me, master! I thank! I give you many thanks!”

  She leaps at you, knocking you to the floor and kissing you on the lips. You taste her sweet, slimy tongue in your mouth and you feel her slimy pussy rubbing against your flaccid cock. It draws you into her cool, jiggling slime with a suck and you begin to stiffen as she grinds her wobbling body against you and kisses you with sloppy enthusiasm.

  “I will leave you to your visit, master,” says Hina, retreating from the room.

  “Thank you, Hinas,” burbles Oola, her voice un-muffled even though she is messily kissing you with her slimy lips and a thick tongue of sweet slime.

  Oola proceeds to take her slimy revenge for her neglect. There is nothing you can do in the face of her gelatinous enthusiasm. She rides her slimy pussy on your cock, providing you with a blurry, translucent view of your manhood trapped inside her homogenous body. When you cum, as you do quickly, you watch as your spurts of seed become cloudy wisps that seem to evaporate into her violet flesh.

  “OooOOOOooohhh, so yummy!” She burbles. “Need more!”

  You cannot escape her clutching cunt. It becomes a mouth and her entire anatomy shifts as your embrace with her becomes a 69 and your tongue is forced into her slippery, sweet pussy. She sucks vigorously at your cock until you are spurting again into her gelatinous body. She pulls you into a missionary position and forces you to thrust into her again and again, even sticking a gelatinous finger into your ass to push you over the edge and make you pump her full of another load.

  She is riding you for the third or fourth time, working on your tenth orgasm, when you finally groan and pass out. You dream of being a storm-tossed ship on a sea of slime. With a milky white burst, your ship is broken in half and you plunge beneath the waves into a sea filled with luminous violet mermaids.

  “OOOOOooooooOOOOoooh!” They sing.

  You awaken in a bed in a white room. A Hina wearing a white dress stands over you and lifts a potion from your lips.

  “Master, you are awake,” she says.

  “H-how long?” You croak.

  “Only a few minutes,” she says. “Oola fetched the guide as soon as she realized something was wrong. Your Hina brought you up to the infirmary and I prepared a healing potion to restore your essence.”

  You swing your legs over the side of the bed, a bit sore, but otherwise none the worse for wear. The guide Hina enters with a cool glass of water which you drink greedily to rinse the foul taste of the potion from your mouth.

  “You should get some sleep,” suggests your guide.

  “No,” you say firmly. “No time for that.”

  “Well, then,” says the guide, seemingly slightly miffed that you will not heed her advice. “Where would you like to go now?”

  Where would you like to go?

  Time to return to the real world

  Visit with Yasmeen the Lamia

  Visit with Izabella the Vampiress

  Visit with Morelle the Novice Succubus

  Visit with Gretchen the Cow Girl

  Visit with Theora the Angel of Veleda

  Spend some time with Hina the Golem Girl

  The answer is an egg

  “The answer is an egg,” you say confidently.

  Yasmeen’s face twists into a cruel smile and her reptilian eyes flash with hunger.

  “No, my little human, I’m afraid the answer is… wait? Wha did you say?” She tenses and cocks her head curiously, as if she did not hear you correctly.

  “I said it’s an egg,” you shout. “To do anything with an egg, you have to break it.”

  Her cruel pleasure becomes anger.

  “What? No! How did you know?!” She slithers towards you and you narrowly avoid being tripped up by her tail. You scoop up your sword as she rages, “You cheated! The angel told you the answer! I will eat you both!”

  Yasmeen pursues you furiously, her pretty face ugly with her rage and her fangs on full display as she reaches for you. She almost has you too, but at the last moment you slide beneath her and drive your sword up, straight between her breasts. You should feel the crunching of your holy blade punching through her sternum and ending her monstrous life. Instead, there is a bright flash of light and the looming weight of Yasmeen disappears. The pink crystal in the grip of your sword glows, winks a few times and goes dim again.

  You have done it. You have defeated and captured Yasmeen. You have not yet learned the answer to your question about the location of Chthona, but when you defeated the vampiress Izabella she became much more forthcoming. You hope Yasmeen will be similarly cooperative.

  “Ohhhhh,” groans Theora, pushing herself onto her hands and knees.

  You rush to her and kneel down beside her, helping her steady herself.

  “Is it… did you…?” She looks at you with pain in her silvery-blue eyes.

  “Yes, Theora, it is over,” you say and help the angel to her feet. “I have defeated the lamia and trapped her in the Crystal Sanctum.”

  CONTINUE >

  Startle Eye

  Saleen circles you aggressively, darting in and striking at your guard, trying to catch you wrong-footed or just wear you down. Her plan is working with each parry and you know you can’t keep circling her forever. You need to use one of your special abilities to gain the upper hand. You need to blind her.

  You continue to circle and parry Saleen’s attacks. She giggles and taunts you, but you know ignore her and begin to whisper a prayer to the goddess. You feel her power building inside you; a trembling energy that demands to be released. You parry another of Saleen’s attacks and then thrust out your first, opening your hand, palm up, scarce inches from the petite elf’s veiled face.

  You turn away and close your eyes as the holy purity of Veleda burs
ts in the palm of your hand. The flash is so bright that it shows pink through your eyelids. Saleen cries out and you hear one of her daggers clatter against the stone floor as she tries to shield her face. The after-image is still pulsing in your vision as you recover and see Saleen staggering back. Theora, Toad, and the others watching the fight are also seemingly blinded.

  Gripping the Sword of Veleda, you advance on Saleen, intent on finishing thing. Your aim is not to kill her, but to keep Theora from being defiled by Toad, you are willing to hurt Saleen. You turn the flat of your sword and swing at her head.

  In an instant, the petite elf draws another silver dagger and catches your sword on two knives. She tilts her head, as if listening to the rasping your sword makes against her crossed daggers. Her eyes are closed.

  “What?” You gasp in shock, trying to overpower her parry. You free your sword and swing again and again she blocks your sword, though her eyes remain closed.

  “The Karomingal blade masters taught me many skill,” says Saleen, “including blind fighting.”

  With your sword locked to her blades, Saleen kicks you in the stomach and drives you back. You lose your grip on your sword. With her eyes still closed, the petite elf tosses your sword aside and cartwheels towards you. She lands straddling your stomach, knocking the wind out of you with the impact and pressing the edge of one of her daggers to your throat.

  “I can feel your tender neck,” she says, slowly opening her eyes and blinking away the flash of Startle Eye. “Yield to me, speck, or I cut you bad.”

  Your position is hopeless. Through clenched teeth, you mutter, “I yield.”

  “It is done,” croaks Toad, still rubbing his bulging, reptilian eyes.

  Saleen leaps to her feet and bows crisply to Toad.

  “Thank you, my sweet,” says Toad. “You may go.”

  Saleen dances away from Toad and departs the throne room through the red curtain. You roll unsteadily to your feet and push up on your hands and knees. You failed. Theora is going to be defiled by this grotesque creature. You cannot look her in her eyes as you stand and face Toad.

 

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