The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  The sight of Efira and Lela kissing and writhing their luscious bodies together is enough to have your cock stiffening soon after your orgasm. Your lust builds until you can no longer sprawl in the cushions merely observing.

  “That’s enough,” you declare. “Bend over, both of you. I am going to give you what you deserve.”

  “Ohhhhhh, master,” croons Efira, quickly shifting onto her hands and knees and lifting her plump, heart-shaped bottom towards you.

  “Give us what deserve,” agrees Lela in her thick accent, turning and lowering her head and breasts to raise her ass beside Efira.

  Their rears are ample and lovely. You approach and run your hands over their supple cheeks, tracing fingers down the backs of their thighs to tease their slick, hairless cunts. You drag your fingers lightly up their cracks, feeling their assholes tense beneath your touch.

  Then you give them each a sharp, sudden swat. The twin crack of your hands falling on their buttocks is answered by a cry of surprise from Efira and Lela.

  “You are bad little sluts,” you say, massaging their asses and then giving them each another swat. “You deserve to be punished until you learn your lesson.”

  “Yes, punish us,” cries Efira, wiggling her hips.

  “Teach us, master,” moans Lela, wiggling as well so that her left hip bumps against Efira’s right.

  “I will taste you first,” you say, smacking their jiggling asses once more. You run your tongue down the crack of Lela’s ass first, feeling her pucker tighten as you lick across it, descending to the honeyed folds of her cunt. She wails with pleasure as you tongue her slit and taste the sweetness of her nectar. Your tongue finds her clit and you give it several flicks, eliciting girlish cries of pleasure from the shapely concubine.

  You move to Efira, tasting her cunt and noting the slightly spicier flavor of her slit. You are not certain what causes the difference, but you explore the nuances of the flavors, moving back and forth between their eager pussies, lapping, flicking, and thrusting your tongue deep into their hot coves. You turn your attention to Efira’s plump rear, spreading it wide and swirling your tongue against the tan knot of her anus. She moans blissfully as you lick her ass and thrust your fingers into her sopping cunt.

  “Master, it is so wonderful,” she moans.

  “Oh, please, master, do not forget me,” begs Lela, wiggling her hips again.

  “Wait your turn,” you command, giving her another swat on her ass.

  For Lela’s impatience, you make her wait as you lavish attention on Efira’s sweet pussy and velvety asshole. You lick, suck, and plunder both with your fingers. You drive the beautiful concubine to a wailing orgasm. She arches her back, thrusting her ass against your face and smothering you in the perfume of her loins. Her juices pour into your mouth and drip from your chin.

  You do not even bother to wipe Efira’s cum from your chin as you turn to Lela, rolling her on her back and lapping at her cunt and clenching anus. Efira, satiated, covers her luscious body in glistening oil and begins to massage you with her entire slippery body. She reaches around you to wank your cock, but you push her hand away, not wanting to be distracted from pleasuring Lela. You drive the fair-haired concubine to a howling, toe-curling orgasm, her shapely thighs squeezing your head as her juices spill into your mouth.

  “Now you prove yourselves to me,” you declare, wiping Lela’s cum from your chin. “Ride my cock.”

  You recline among the cushions, your shoulders propped up and your hard cock jutting upright, twitching, and dripping precum from your crimson cockhead.

  Efira slides her oiled body atop yours, rubbing her slick curves from your chest down to your cock. She straddles your waist and Lela reaches in to guide your hardness to Efira’s steamy cunt. Toad promised you heaven and his beautiful concubines prove to be your angels. They ride tirelessly atop your head cock, bouncing their ample asses and slicks pussies up and down on your hardness. Their tight puckers seem just as eager to swallow your cock as their hungry cunts.

  The heat builds and sweat begins to pour from your body. You smack, kiss, and fondle the two lovely concubines as they take turns riding their pussies and asses atop your hard cock. While one pleasures you with her pussy, the other kisses you or lets you lick and suck her breasts. They play with each other as well, fondling and kissing as they enjoy your steely cock.

  At some point, wine is brought in, and it provides some relief to your growing thirst. You roll atop them, fucking into them with powerful strokes as you gaze down at their lovely bodies. You are plundering Lela’s tight pink asshole when you can hold back no more.

  “Cumming!” It’s all you manage to shout as you bury your cock deep into her pucker and unleash your pent load of cum. Her ass slides back onto your cock and she gazes at you over her shoulder, cooing lustily as you pump her full of your seed.

  It is hardly the end of the fun for the night. You slide your cock from her ass and Efira sucks you and then turns her attention to licking up the cum dripping from Lela’s freshly-fucked hole. They lick, kiss, and embrace as you watch. They stroke and suck you back to hardness and resume riding your cock. You finish inside Efira’s clutching pussy. And then all over their faces. And then inside Lela’s pussy. On and on until your cum is nearly drained and you are exhausted.

  You fall into a deep and contented sleep atop the pile of cushions, the concubines purring as they recline against you.

  You are alone when you are awakened by a nudge from Kahad’s boot.

  “Dress,” he commands and tosses you your desert robes. “Caravan wait.”

  You pull on your clothes. You spy the concubines eating a breakfast. You wave to them and they do not even acknowledge your presence. You frown, but before you consider pressing the issue, Kahad gives you a shove. The hulking warrior marches you through the curtain and into the sandstone hall of the fortress, where you are met by Theora.

  “I hope you enjoyed your evening,” she says with the slightest hint of acid. “Did you sleep well?”

  “Um, yeah,” you say, embarrassed by her accusing, silvery-blue eyes. “I was, I mean, um, it was good.”

  “Good. It is time for us to depart.”

  Theora leads you through the sandstone corridors of Toad’s fortress and out to the waiting caravan.

  Various traders from Toad’s operation have gathered more than a dozen lowing sand shufflers. The hump-backed reptiles have wide shoulders and four thick legs. Their backs are draped with woven saddles and hung with baskets and bags containing goods for trade in Kazadar. Theora walks with you to the front of the caravan and pats the back of the sand shuffler.

  “This one is yours,” she says. “I’ll take the one behind. Saleen is taking the lead.”

  You look up at the sand shuffler at the very front of the caravan. The diminutive warrior woman is wrapped from head to toe in layers of light tan cloth. She pulls the cloth down from her nose and mouth and smiles.

  “Good morning to you, Lucas,” she says and adds a wink. “Are you ready to see the splendors of the Sea of Sand?”

  “No,” you say, miserably, struggling onto the back of your sand shuffler.

  “It is a long journey to Kazadar,” says Saleen. “Perhaps we will become friends.”

  Gripping the woven reins of the sand shuffler, you find Saleen’s optimism very misplaced. The warrior woman clucks and her beast rises higher from the sandy ground and sets out from the courtyard. You try to imitate the sound she made and your beast rises and nearly knocks you from its back. Clinging to the meaty hump of the sand crawler, you embark on your journey to Kazadar.

  CONTINUE >

  Refuse the concubines and embrace Theora

  You push Efira away from you forcefully and brush past Lela as you approach the statuesque angel of Veleda. You brush a lock of golden hair from Theora’s cheek, cradle her with your palm, and lean in to kiss her. She is slightly taller than you, so it is a bit awkward until she bends her lips to yours and shares the warm, sof
t kiss. You pull her against you, caressing her soft wings and feeling her warm breasts squeeze against your chest.

  “It is unfortunate you managed to train him so well, Theora,” croaks Toad. “Now you may never again know the pleasure of being mounted by a lizardkin. Come, Efira and Lela, this man has no need of your services, but I do.”

  “Oh, yes, master,” the concubines giggle as they follow Toad out of the chamber.

  Your kiss with Theora only intensifies as the bloated reptile waddles out of the audience chamber with his harem girls. Your lips part and you find a warm, sweet place for your tongue as Theora offers you her mouth. Her hands caress your muscular back and she even moans slightly into the kiss. It is rare and wonderful to feel her true desire, unrestrained by her need to be your mentor and companion.

  “I take to room,” grunts the hulking, masked warrior Kahad.

  You break the kiss with Theora reluctantly, staring for a long moment into her lust-drunk eyes and sharing a smile with her. You take her hand and hold it the entire way through Toad’s sandstone fortress, up to a chamber that is little more than a bed and a small table. Kahad leaves you and moments later food and water are brought into the room by a serving girl. She slides the tray of bland-looking food onto the table and departs and you look the door behind her.

  The moment you are alone with Theora, you kiss her passionately, your hands exploring her ample curves through the clingy gown she wears. Theora’s hand slides from your hip to the bulge in your trousers. As you kiss her, she squeezes and fondles your cock.

  “I think I should repay you for your skill, Lucas,” she pants against your lips, beginning to unbutton your trousers. “You spared me an awful fate tonight and I will indulge your desires gladly.”

  She looks down from your eyes to your cock as she unbuttons your trousers and pulls out your manhood. She grips it in her soft hand, wanking slowly and looking up at your expectantly.

  What do you do?

  Let Theora repay you for your skill in battle

  Celebrate your victory by making love to Theora

  Offer yourself for Theora's dominant pleasure

  An Audience with Yasmeen

  The red-armored palace guards drag you and Theora through the immaculate tiled hallways of Yasmeen’s palace. You struggle for a moment, but Theora gives you a sharp nod of her head to indicate that you should not resist. You go slack in the gauntleted hands of the guards. They carry you through grand halls and past courtyards filled with exotic flowers and birds. You enter a room where musicians are practicing on the instruments of desert nomads and glimpse a huge, steamy bath chamber where handsome men and beautiful women are engaged in all manner of languid pleasuring.

  At last, you are dragged through a scarlet double door and into the nest of the lamia.

  Immediately you are struck by her size. Yasmeen is a massive serpent joined with the body of a giantess. From the waist up she is a comely, voluptuous, scarlet-haired human, but twice the size of any human you have ever seen. From the waist down she has the red-scaled and yellow-bellied body of a vast snake, though again, much larger than any snake you have ever seen. The massive lamia reclines among cushions almost like Toad, though her pillows are woven with golden thread and a shaft of sunlight glints from the golden embellishments she wears to emphasize rather than cover her huge breasts. Her eyes open slowly, barely more than slits, and she stares at you with reptilian coldness.

  She looks from you to Theora and her eyes open a bit wider, revealing her golden irises and he slits of her pupils.

  “Theora of Veleda,” she hisses, sitting slowly upright, her breasts shifting and her golden jewelry tinkling like chimes. Her coils shift as well, allowing her to rise imposingly upright and loom high above you from her cushion-covered pedestal. “It is a violation of the agreement for you to enter my city. I am neutral in the conflict between the monsters and the humans.”

  “Neutral,” agrees Theora. “And yet you helped Izabella the vampiress find the entrance to Chthona so that she might ally herself with the Succubus Queen.”

  “Mmmmm? Am I not allowed to trade information?” Yasmeen inspects her fingernails as if bored with Theora’s accusation.

  “You are,” said Theora. “As I am allowed to come to your city and seek a trade for information.”

  “You wish to know how to find the entrance to Chthona in the jungle of Saturana?” Yasmeen sighs. “But you are so boring, Theora. Izabella provided me with entertainment in exchange for the information. What can you possibly offer me?”

  “Him,” says Theora, gesturing to you.

  Cold fear shoots through you as Yasmeen slithers quickly off her pedestal, a predatory glint in her eye. You take a step back and she wraps your lower body in her coils. She does not hurt you, but you feel her strength and that she could squeeze your guts out or break every bone in your body.

  “A human sacrifice?” Yasmeen wets her lips and you consider whether or not your entire head would fit into her giant mouth.

  “No!” Theora shouts and the word is like a thunderclap. Yasmeen flinches and then releases you from her coils, spilling you to the ground. “Lucas is to journey with me to Chthona.”

  “Oh, so he’s the goddess’s latest hero?” Yasmeen giggles cruelly. “I never liked Veleda very much. So self-righteous. Well… let us see if I can have him or not…”

  With a wave of her giant hand, Yasmeen casts a spell that shoots a bolt of scarlet light from her fingers and strikes Theora in the chest. Your angelic companion is caught mid-word and paralyzed instantly. Unbalanced, she topples to the floor with a thud.

  “Now we are alone, Lucasssss,” hisses Yasmeen, turning to you with eyes glowing with hunger.

  You draw your sword and the red-armored guards draw theirs.

  “No! Leave us!” She shouts to the guards. They sheath their swords and retreat from the room. Yasmeen slowly circles you, mindful of your faintly-glowing sword. “Little morsel Lucas. I will eat you up and take your sword for a trophy. Perhaps I’ll tell Theora how to reach Chthona once I’m done digesting you.”

  She reaches for you and you slice at her hand. She yowls and jerks her hand away.

  “Naught boy,” she hisses. “Now I definitely have to eat you up.”

  You have never faced a monster as big or as terrifying as this. You are in her domain and Veleda cannot save you if you perish. Despite the cold fear running down your spine, you feel a certain flush of courage.

  I can defeat her, you tell yourself.

  Eying the huge, beautiful lamia, you are uncertain how.

  What do you do?

  Wait

  Parley

  Attack

  Use a special ability

  Use an item

  Surrender

  The answer is six

  “The answer is six!” You shout confidently up at her.

  Yasmeen’s reptilian eyes sparkle and her smile spreads wide on her face.

  “Very good, Lucas. You have a mathematical mind.” She brings her face imposingly close to yours. “Unfortunately, you do not have a very logical mind.”

  “What?”

  Yasmeen’s mouth opens and keeps opening, wider and wider, until all you can see is her pink tongue reaching around your neck and her cavernous mouth opening to swallow you up. You try to pull away, but her serpentine body is already wrapping around your legs up to your waist.

  She lifts you and slams you into her mouth. If you try to fight it, her teeth will tear you to ribbons. You slide down the warm, pink tunnel of her gullet and into the tight, stretching space of her stomach. It is dark and hard to breathe and in moments you are covered with warm digestive juices.

  “No,” you moan, pushing on her stomach with your hands and feet. “No! Let me out! I don’t want to be eaten!”

  She caresses you with her hand on her stomach.

  “Then you should have answered the riddle correctly, Lucas,” she says. “Now be a good boy and digest.”

 
As Yasmeen’s digestive fluids fill her stomach up to your chin, you have little choice in the matter. Soon, your mind becomes hazy and you begin to dissolve into mush within her stomach. It is not painful, but you know there will be no rescue this time.

  The goddess cannot save you from becoming the lamia’s meal.

  BAD END

  Refuse her offer and fight

  The beautiful lamia with the supple flesh of a giant woman and the lower half of a serpent promises you pleasures you have never imagined before, even with your harem of monster girls. But no pleasure is worth the risk of being devoured by Yasmeen.

  “I refuse your offer,” you say. “I will defeat you and tame you, Yasmeen. Then you will give me the answer I seek.”

  You brandish your sword. Not a moment too soon! Yasmeen’s serpentine lower half swings violently at you as she hisses with rage. You deflect the blow, taking the impact on your sword and rolling with the force of her lashing tail. She is incredibly strong and you realize that if she wraps you up in her coils she could kill you by breaking every bone in your body.

  “I will swallow you alive, Lucas,” she hisses, her beautiful face becoming monstrous in her rage. “I will swallow you and then your angel too!”

  “No!” You shout, swinging at her next attack and meeting the blow with a bloody slice into the meat of her serpentine lower half. She howls with rage and rolls up her coils protectively over the wound. You take a chance, charging at her and leaping onto her writhing coils. You drive your sword between her huge breasts. It is a blow that would impale her heart, but instead of slaying the lamia, she explodes in a flash of white light.