The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

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  Drink the Blue Milk Potion

  Keeping your sword up, you reach into the leather pouch on your hip and draw out the vial containing the blue milk potion. You pop the stopper free with your thumb and take a swig of the sweet, creamy liquid within the vial. You quickly return the stopper to your pouch.

  “What was that?” Saleen laughs and darts in for another probing attack. You parry it easily. “You think some potion is going to save you from humiliation?”

  “Save me?” You feel the potion beginning to burn through your veins. “Save me?! No! This potion… will… turn me into a BEAST!”

  Your muscles swell and bulge from neck down to your ankles. Your chest muscles grow and shoulders become wider and more substantial. You grow several inches, towering above the shocked elf. Your face is flushed with anger and desire. Your cock, already hard, swells massively beneath the robe. The sensation of the fabric rubbing against your cockhead enrages you further.

  “Now you see!” You snarl. “Now you get what you deserve!”

  “What the!?” Saleen reels as you swing the flat of your blade and knock the daggers from her hands. You charge her as your massive cock pushes through the layers of your robes. The throbbing, red, thick-veined shaft of your cock emerges behind the angry purple plum of your cockhead. Saleen stumbles and falls to the ground.

  You fall upon her, stripping off her billowy trousers and exposing the small, dusky-lipped peach of her pussy. She kicks at you, but her feet hammer against your unfeeling muscles. You pin her hands above her head and tear off her top, exposing the small, heaving mounds of her girlish breasts. Her brown nipples are as stiff as pebbles.

  “Yield to me,” you snarl, hoping she will refuse.

  “Curse you, human!” She cries. “I won’t give you the—AAAAH!!”

  Saleen cries out as you hilt your massively swollen cock in her little pussy, stretching her roughly around your throbbing tip and ramming into her silky depths until you feel her inner limit. Your heavy bollocks swing free of your robe and slap against her as you begin to pump your huge cock in and out. She wails with a mixture of shock, pain, and pleasure. Her nails claw at your robe, tearing into the material, but unable to slow your punishing thrusts into her stuffed cunt.

  You feel a pang of guilt for what you are doing, but the pleasure-hungry beast now rules your mind and pushes you to pound your cock harder and faster into Saleen. Her breasts, though small, shudder and jiggle with each of your frenzied strokes. You palm one of her tits, feeling the nipple pressing against your hand as you squeeze her pliable flesh.

  “Oh, goddess,” she cries. “It’s so big!”

  You bend her body beneath you, pushing her legs up until her knees are nearly at her shoulders and her pussy and ass are nearly perpendicular to her body. You slam down into her, holding onto the backs of her thighs and forcefully driving the throbbing pillar of your cock, glistening with her juices, into the stretched sleeve of her pussy. She pants helplessly, tears spilling from her once-fierce eyes.

  “Yes! Yessss!” You roar, your cock swelling and your bollocks tightening.

  “Ohhhhh… oooohhhh goddess… I’m cummmmming!” Saleen cries, her scratching fingers suddenly gripping your arms tightly. You feel her pussy tense and convulse around your thrusting cock. With a bestial growl, you explode inside her clenching cunt, spurting your hot seed with such force that it gushes back up her stuffed channel and bursts out of her cuntlips. Cum froths from her little pussy as you slam your load deep inside her, emptying your throbbing balls.

  “Do you yield?” You roar, punishing her creamy cunt with your still-hard cock.

  “Yield,” she moans. “I yield!”

  You pull your cock from Saleen’s pussy with a raunchy slurp, rising to your feet to stand over the spunk-spattered form of the petite elf. You feel the rage fading and your cock slowly retreating back to its normal size.

  “You have beaten her,” croaks Toad with disappointment. “Go and clean yourself, Saleen.”

  “Y-yes, father,” gasps Saleen, gathering her clothes and limping out of the throne room.

  “Not a very honorable method,” says Theora.

  “I spared you being fucked by a lizard,” you reply.

  You turn and look at Toad, the last of your potion-fueled fury draining from your face.

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  Agree to take Theora’s place

  You tremble at the thought of Toad touching your newly-voluptuous body with his rough reptilian hands. But even worse than that thought is the thought that he would tear open Theora’s gown and fondle her the way you are imagining. The fear tight in your belly is no match for your need to protect your companion.

  “I… I will take her place,” you say, feeling strange as the soft, feminine voice passes your full lips.

  “Lucas, no,” moans Theora. “You do not know what you are doing.”

  “I failed you,” you say. “I should pay the price.”

  Toad releases Theora and saunters over to you. He presses his bulk against your back, reaching over your shoulder with one hand to fondle your breasts through your robe. He squeezes and mauls your new tits and when his scaly fingers find your right nipple he pinches and makes a jolt of pain and pleasure shoot through your body.

  “Ahhh,” you cry.

  “Release her – him!” Theora commands.

  “Lucia has made up her mind,” says Toad and he runs his wide, slimy tongue up your neck to flick at your earlobe. You shudder against him and his grip tightens on your breast. “She is going to be pleasuring me so you don’t have to, Theora. What a devoted little hero you have.”

  “No,” cries Theora. “Lucas! Don’t do this! You might make the magic of the potion irreversible!”

  Toad gestures to his huge bodyguard and the masked warrior grabs Theora by her arms and drags her out of the throne room. The concubines follow him, leaving you alone with the amorous lizard man.

  “I won’t hurt you, little Lucia,” croaks Toad softly. “My name is Grazzek. The name my tribal chief gave me as a whelp. You may say this name when you are calling out in pleasure.”

  His rough lips press against your neck as his slide his hands to the neck of your robes. He pulls your robe open suddenly, growling bestially as he strips the robe down from your slender shoulders and your ample breasts. The material hangs on your thick, pick nipples for a moment before dropping down from your shapely hips and revealing your flat tummy and the brown tuft of hair atop your delicate cunt.

  “What a lovely butterfly the caterpillar has become,” croaks Toad appreciatively.

  The foul lizard man does not hesitate to pull you into an amorous embrace, your soft, smooth body pressing against his scaly flesh as he kisses you and thrusts his foul-tasting tongue into your mouth. You can do nothing but endure such a kiss as the fat slug of his tongue roams around your mouth and his hands stroke your back and squeeze your round ass. Your nipples, seemingly twice as sensitive, drag against the roughness of the scales on Grazzek’s chest. Each bump sends another small jolt of pleasure through your traitorous body.

  “Mmmmmm,” you moan against his slobbering kiss.

  “You like it,” he laughs, his big hands on your shapely hips. “Good. It will make this easier for you.”

  “W-what?” You gasp breathlessly, looking into his bulging reptilian eyes.

  Grazzek answers by lifting you into his arms and carrying you over to his throne of countless pillows. He lays you down upon them gingerly and you look up, your heart pounding as the big reptile settles heavily to his knees. You let out a soft moan as he spreads your thighs. His wide, ugly head ducks to your chest and his tongue slides over and between the soft mounds of your breasts. You whimper as his slimy tongue drags across your nipples. You cry out as he sucks your tender buds and pushes a scaly hand between your thighs.

  “Ohhhhhh,” you moan as he begins to finger your slick folds. Your body has betrayed your perverse desire and Grazzek chuckle
s and rubs at your bud. The sensation leaves you whimpering, thighs quaking as a pulsing pleasure is unleashed through your body. You let out a cry and he croaks with laughter, slobbering and slurping on your breasts as he makes you climax with nothing more than his fingers.

  But the bloated reptile has more surprises in store for you as he runs his tongue down your hitching abdomen to the tufted mound of your newly-made womanhood. You try to close your thighs and your supple skin presses against his broad head. He ignores your attempts to deny him as he pets and inspects your virgin cunt.

  “So fresh,” he croaks. “Not even the purest concubine from Alshana can match your delicacy, Lucia. Permit me to sip the dew from your pretty pink petals.”

  “Noooo,” you cry softly as you push your hands feebly at the horned ridges of his head.

  Toad simply ignores you as he runs his warm, slimy tongue from your anus to the bud of your clit. As he reaches that throbbing button, pleasure shoots through you with such force that you cry out in shock. He croaks with amusement as he begins to lap at your slit. His tongue gently opens your dewy folds and he slurps lewdly at your delicate cunt, licking your clit as he does. The more he licks, the greater your pleasure grows, until your hands that once pushed Toad’s face away are now clinging to his head as you buck your hips.

  “Ahhhhh! Ohhhh it’s so good!” You cry, experiencing deep, radiating pleasure like you have never endured before. It may not have the explosive intensity of your male orgasms, but it has a full-body ecstasy that you never imagined possible. Grazzek savors the sweet honey that flows from your cunt as you cum and you do not care, you feed it to him eagerly, bucking and writhing against his tongue.

  “Now,” says Grazzek, slowly lifting his glistening face from between your trembling thighs, “you must repay the generosity I have shown.”

  He grunts as he pushes upright and then turns and flops into a sitting position atop a hillock of pillows. His scaly legs are parted and you realize he has shed his loincloth. You watch with fascination at the grotesque sight of the glistening pink flesh of his genitals pushing out from a slit between his legs. Inch by inch it slides into view, revealing a ridge, slightly bent cock that has an almost soft appearance despite being erect. It lacks the well-defined shape of a human phallus and reminds you more of a dog’s erect penis.

  You crawl closer and see the fine tracery of capillaries on the pink shaft reaching up to its lopsided tip. The smell of it reminds you of pond water, but it is not entirely unpleasant. Your stomach tightens at the thought of touching this foul flesh or, goddess forbid, taking it into your mouth.

  “I c-can’t do this,” you say to him.

  He smiles, his throat bulging with what you take to be amusement.

  “You will,” he croaks, “or I will have Kahad fetch Theora. She will be compelled to do it.”

  You gingerly reach out and touch his cock with the tip of an index finger. His slimy maleness twitches and drips a clear liquid from its tip.

  “Do not fear it, Lucia,” croaks Grazzek. “Many beautiful women have served this cock. But you are a rare flower I must pluck. Show me you belong as a woman. That you are eager to serve my superior reptile flesh. Take it into your mouth.”

  His arrogant words are like a lash across your back. Your face burns with shame as you lean forward, close your eyes, and part your lips. You want to retch as the slimy flesh presses over your lips, as it slides across your tongue and fills your mouth with the faint salty flavor of his male flesh. He croaks with pleasure and, instinctively, you begin to suck. Your shame is forgotten in a moment, your lips tightening around his glistening pink shaft as you begin to pleasure him.

  “Good, good,” croaks Grazzek. “A quicker study than some of my finest concubines.”

  “Mmmmmm,” you whimper with despair, slurping and bobbing your head on his cock. You take him so deep you gag yourself, recover, and continue sucking. The more you suck, the more you want this, tasting the salty flow of his precum and swallowing his foul ooze as if it is a reward for your efforts. Without even realizing what you are doing, you begin to rub your clit as you suckle at Grazzek’s reptilian cock.

  “Enough,” he croaks loudly, pulling his cock from your mouth and leaving you gasping and desperate for more. “I see that look in your eyes, Lucia. It is time to rut with you.”

  Fear surges anew, but you do not resist the big reptile. He turns you over onto your hands and knees, stroking your cunt with his fingers to be sure you are wet and eager for his cock. To your shameful realization, you are soaking with anticipation, your cunt already dripping with your readiness. He kneels behind you, resting one hand on your shapely hips as he takes hold of his pink cock with his other hand. He guides the slightly squishy tip to the hot folds of your pussy. You suck in a breath and hold it, anticipating pain as he plunders your virgin cunt.

  “Do not fear, Lucia,” he murmurs and gives your ass a squeeze. “I will not hurt you.”

  He takes you with a single stroke and a pang of pain as your virginity is claimed. Warmth flows around him as his thick cock squeezes into your velvet channel. He croaks with bestial pleasure and takes hold of your hips with both hands. The experience is almost mind-altering. This monster is inside you. He is claiming you and mounting you from behind, his clawed hands controlling your movements and his scaly hips spanking against your ass and making your cheeks jiggle. With each thrust of the brute’s cock, your dangling breasts swing beneath you and serve as a reminder – if you needed one – of your physical transformation.

  “Oh, goddess, forgive me,” you whisper as pleasure begins to build with each of Grazzek’s thrusts.

  “Yes, push back against me,” he croaks. “Swallow my cock with your lovely human cunt.”

  “Ohhhhh!” You cry shamefully, dropping your head to the cushions, arching your back, and pushing your pussy onto his slick, throbbing cock. Your orgasm follows swiftly and your fingers twist in the cushions as your pussy ripples around his cock.

  “Yesss!” Toad hisses, thrusting raggedly into your clutching channel. “My seed boils, little Lucia!”

  He is going to cum inside you! Can you be impregnated by such a creature? If he seeds you, will you ever be able to turn back into a man?

  Do you even want to turn back?

  You feel his cock swelling inside you, a strange, wonderful fullness that radiates pure pleasure through your submissive body. You can tell that Toad is on the brink of his climax.

  “I give you the choice,” he pants, sloshing his thick cock in and out of your pussy. “Where shall I… ahhh… spurt my seed… my pretty little human?”

  How do you answer him?

  Beg for Toad's cum inside you

  Beg for Toad's cum all over your body

  Wait

  Yasmeen is quick, aggressive, and apparently angered by your continued defiance. She hisses and charges at you and for the fifth time you manage to deflect her blow with your sword and dodge out of the way of her follow-on attack. Sweat begins to pour down your face and soak your shirt. Your arms and shoulders ache from the effort of blocking the giant lamia’s powerful attacks.

  “Feeling tired?” She laughs, evidently noticing your exertion. “I can keep at it for hours, Lucas. Sooner or later, you are going to be in my belly.”

  “Never!” You snarl, block another strike and manage to slash at the palm of her hand.

  Yasmeen’s frustration seems to recede beneath her cold, predatory menace. Her coils begin to twist and writhe, the shimmering scales seem to flash in hypnotic patterns. You blink, looking away from the mind-numbing vortex they create, and find yourself staring into the eyes of the lamia. Yasmeen’s pupils are so small they are almost invisible against the yellow-red of her irises. Her eyes begin to pulse and swirl and you realize, to your horror, that you cannot look away from Yasmeen’s hypnotic gaze.

  “I have you now,” she laughs.

  Her eyes seem to glow and pulse in a rhythm that completely dulls your senses. Your sword dro
ps to the ground and you moan, unable to form any words.

  “Good, little human. Gaze into my eyes. There is nothing to worry about.”

  Her mellifluous voice puts you at ease and a dulled smile spreads across your face as Yasmeen looms over you and slowly, almost gently, wraps your lower body in her coils. Some part of your brain acknowledges the terrible danger, but then being wrapped in her serpentines lower body is also comforting. As you stare into her eyes, you cannot think of any reason why you should resist Yasmeen.

  “I would never hurt you, Lucas,” she coos. “Never ever. You will be safe with me. Even safer, inside me.”

  Her smile seems to split open and her already huge mouth begins to open impossibly wide as Yasmeen unhinges her jaw. You feel the sudden urge to scream, but then think better of it as Yasmeen lifts you to her wide open mouth and thrusts you inside head first. You feel your body being pushed past her tongue and into the warm, silky tunnel of her esophagus.

  Yasmeen gulps you whole down her rippling throat and pushes you into the tight confines of her stomach. Digestive fluids splash over you and begin to fill the tiny stomach. You push and kick at the lining of Yasmeen’s stomach, but the most that manages to do is cause her innards to gurgle.

  “Calm down, my scrummy human,” giggles Yasmeen. “I promise you it would not hurt.”

  With a hiss of organic valves, the stomach quickly floods up to your chin. You close your eyes and stop fighting. You sink down to your chin in the relaxing digestive fluid. Yasmeen begins to sing a vaguely familiar lullaby in a foreign language. As your body begins to soften into mush, as darkness closes in around you, you recall the lullaby was one your mother used to sing.