The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  You are thrown back onto the ground, momentarily blinded by the after-image of the flash. You recover your senses in time to see the last winking glow of the pink crystal in the grip of your sword. The light dims and you know you have managed to defeat and capture the lamia. Your heart is still pounding wildly in your chest, but a fresh wave of exhilaration washes over you. Yasmeen did not answer your question, but you are certain she will once you interrogate her in the Crystal Sanctum.

  “Ohhhhhhh,” moans Theora, rolling onto her hands and knees. You rush to her side and help her to her feet. She blinks away whatever haze she is experiencing following the magical paralysis and she sees the chamber is empty. “You’ve beaten her?”

  “Yes, it’s over,” you say. “Yasmeen has been trapped in the Crystal Sanctum.”

  CONTINUE >

  Finish off Yasmeen

  Once you might have shown mercy to even a huge monstrous creature like Yasmeen. Now, you know the cruelty of her and of the kingdom she rules. You have been hardened by numerous battles against evil.

  “No quarter,” you grimly intone as you raise your sword to strike a mortal blow.

  Yasmeen’s eyes widen in surprise. She hisses out a curse as you swing the blow down at an angle to cleave her head from her shoulders. The moment the blade would surely bite into her flesh there is a blinding flash of light that knocks you back a few steps. You regain your senses just in time to see the last glowing pulses of the pink crystal in the grip of your sword.

  “I’ve got her,” you whisper and heft the sword closer to your face. You have trapped the lamia in the Crystal Sanctum and now she will be more willing to answer your questions about Chthona.

  Theora groans on the floor nearby and begins to push herself up onto her hands and knees. She seems disoriented and stiff, but otherwise unharmed. You hasten to her side and help her to her feet.

  “Are you alright?” You ask, steadying her with one arm.

  “Did you… did you get her?” She asks, resting some of her weight against your shoulder.

  “She begged me for mercy,” you say. “And I gave her none.”

  “Good lad,” she says, clapping a hand on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “You are learning.”

  CONTINUE >

  Use Dervish Strike

  You begin to swing your sword back and forth, spinning your body and keeping Yasmeen at bay. As you spin and swing your blade, you focus your anger and your holy wrath on the act of combat. Your arms begin to work with inhuman strength and speed and your spinning body transforms you into a whirling saw blade of destruction.

  You launch yourself at the lamia, your blade slicing into her reptilian segments. Her muscular lower body hurls you back and again you attack, carving into her tough hide before being knocked back a second time.

  “That really hurts!” Yasmeen screams, bucking her tail and swinging its length at you.

  The Holy Sword of Veleda bites into Yasmeen’s snakelike lower body once again, but this time the muscular contractions catch the blade and yank it from your grasp. You try to reach for it even as you continue to spin and you are suddenly wrapped up in Yasmeen’s powerful coils. They squeeze tightly around you, making you cry out in pain as your ribs compress nearly to breaking.

  “That is enough of that,” scolds Yasmeen, lifting you off the ground. “I had planned to eat you whole. Live prey in my belly is so much more fun. Instead, I think I will put a stop to your troublemaking.”

  “By Veleda,” you gasp, your body crushed in her coils. “You will be stopped.”

  “Not by you, little human,” laughs Yasmeen.

  Her cruel smile widens and her jaw opens and unhinges. You begin to scream as she thrusts your head into her mouth. For a moment you feel her sharp fangs biting into your neck, a sensation like scissors cutting through raw chicken, and then you hear a loud crack. You lose all feeling in your body. Curious, it is as if your head is falling without your body, sliding down into the serpent’s belly…

  Darkness follows a moment later.

  Veleda will not save you from this gruesome fate.

  BAD END

  Visit with Yasmeen the lamia

  “Please take me to Yasmeen,” you say. “I think it is time I pay a visit to our newest guest.”

  “Of course, master,” says Hina cheerily. “I have built a very special habitat for Miss Yasmeen. She is very happy.”

  You follow Hina through the palace and out a side door you had never noticed before. Instead of bringing you to one of the palace’s many courtyards, you step out into a sun-warmed desert environment. It is so vast seeming that you have to look behind you to be sure the palace is still standing where you left it and you have not been transported to some alternate realm.

  Hina leads you up terraced levels of sandy landscape until you see a golden statue of Yasmeen rising from the dunes. It is such a perfect likeness of the lamia that you have to stare at it for a few seconds to be sure it is not going to come to life.

  “Through here,” says Hina, leading you beneath the statue and into the tunnel entrance of a building almost like a temple. The structure behind the statue consists of a single cavernous chamber. Yasmeen is lounging atop a pile of golden pillows, her body decked out in more golden jewelry but otherwise obscenely naked. Two Hinas stand beside her waving fans to keep the lounging lamia comfortable in the heat of the desert.

  A desert created just for her, you remind yourself.

  “Come to gloat over your victim?”

  Yasmeen’s voice echoes in the large empty chamber. She slowly lifts her head from the pillows, the pupils of her snakelike eyes narrowing to slits as she regards you coldly. She seems even bigger than you remember.

  “Something like that,” you say. “Theora told me you were cooperative with the location of Chthona.”

  “Why hide it any longer?” She says, waving a hand dismissively. “You have already taken everything from me. I might as well enjoy my life here, such as it is. Unlike your other pets, you do not have anything I crave.”

  “Oh, so I should go?” You say.

  “Yes, leave me,” she says.

  “Right, the one real human will leave now and you can get back to your dollhouse,” you say, slowly back towards the door.

  “Wait!” Yasmeen cries, slithering off the pillows and hurrying towards you. “Wait. Lucas, I am sorry. I am just a bit, well, you did trap me in your sword. I think I am entitled to some hard feelings.”

  “You tried to eat me,” you offer as a counterpoint. “I just wanted some information. I would have happily left you alone in Kazadar.”

  “Kazadar,” she sighs. “Were they at least sad to see me go?”

  “They all started killing each other almost immediately,” you say. “We had to fight them off as we departed.”

  “Ah, yes, they needed me to keep their silly little lives in order.” She leans down to you. “I hope you will consider letting me return to Kazadar someday.”

  You don’t think that is up to you, but you are not about to tell Yasmeen that. You meet her reptilian gaze and reply with a smile.

  “I have thought of a use for you,” she says. “My breasts.”

  She thrusts them into your face, nearly bowling you over as her huge mounds swing and smack against your face and chest. Her thumb-sized nipples rub back and forth against your face as she swings her mounds from side to side.

  “They are, um, quite large and, uh, lovely,” you say, taking a step back from Yasmeen’s swaying breasts. “But what do you want me to do about them?”

  “Oil them up,” she says. “Massage them. I had women to do this for me in Kazadar. I would prefer your touch to these pretty little statue girls. And I suppose you could take some pleasure as well. I am not thoughtless.”

  You are not exactly keen on Yasmeen turning you into her servant, but the idea of covering her massive mounds in oil and fondling them seems worth the demotion.

  “Is there, um, is there oil?” You ask
.

  “Of course, master,” says one of the Hinas, approaching with a large ceramic pitcher filled with natural oil.

  Yasmeen slithers back onto her pile of cushions, propping herself up so that you have to climb a small mountain of pillows to kneel in the crook of her armpit. Her huge breasts are magnificent, flawless mounds with thumb-sized nipples a shade of blushing red that matches her wide areolas. She watches you through lidded eyes as you slowly drizzle the oil from the pitcher onto Yasmeen’s gently heaving breasts. She hisses with pleasure as the oil trails across her erect nipples. She arches her back and offers her tits up even more readily as you begin to spread and massage the oil into her supple flesh.

  “Ooooh, don’t be afraid to be rough,” moans the lamia.

  You take that as permission to tweak her nipples, tugging and rolling them beneath your hands, massaging them harder and bending them against the slick mounds of her breasts. You use your weight to press your hands against her shifting flesh, spreading and massaging the oil into her skin as she coos with pleasure and her snakelike lower body writhes.

  The more roughly you fondle Yasmeen’s huge breasts, the harder your cock grows inside your trousers. Yasmeen reaches a hand around your body and begins to rub at the mound of your cock. Despite having hands twice the size of yours, she rather deftly unbuttons your trousers and fishes out your cock.

  “Imagine this squeezed between my oiled breasts,” she says, gently tugging your cock with her fingers.

  “I have done little else since I began oiling your huge tits, Yasmeen,” you say, pushing her hand away from your cock. “If you wish for me to mount your bust, say it.”

  “’Mount my bust’? Oh, you are adorable.” She presses her breasts together with both hands, creating a tight valley glistening with oil. “Come up here and fuck my tits, Lucas. Do not be shy about it.”

  You grin roguishly as you climb atop Yasmeen and straddle her giant body with some effort. You grip your cock at its swollen root and rub its sensitive tip against the oiled crease between her breasts. You stroke and smack your cock against her greased flesh, eliciting a cry of laughter from Yasmeen. Finally, you line your cockhead up against her slippery mounds, grab hold of her thick nipples, and thrust roughly between her tits.

  “Ahhhh! Good boy!” Yasmeen cries, her grin revealing her fangs. “Fuck them, Lucas!”

  You snarl with lust, hunching over her breasts and slamming your cock between them. Her squeezed mounds provide a heavenly passage for your cock. Well-lubed with oil, each stroke glides easily between the warm cushions of her tits, creating a sort of intense but strangely ephemeral pleasure. You thrust faster and faster, your hips slapping against her pressed mounds and making them jiggle even though they are squeezed tightly by Yasmeen’s hands.

  “That’s it!” She cries even louder. “Oh, I can feel it, Lucas! Cum for me!”

  “Ahhhhhhh!” You fuck between her tits with complete abandon, slamming your hips roughly against her breasts and pounding your cock into that plush crevice. Your fingers are indenting deeply into her soft mounds as you hold her tits tightly and fuck her tits. With a last, savage howl of pleasure, your cock explodes between Yasmeen’s breasts with such force that cum spurts through her tight cleavage and splashes her lips and chin.

  “Ooooo!” She jerks back her head, laughing as she realize you have splashed your cum onto her face. You are too lose in the intense spasms of pleasure to worry about her reaction. Your cum pours out and creates a milky pool in the divot in her throat just above her breasts. Your last few strokes smear your cum between her mounds.

  “Goddess,” you moan, sliding your cock from between her breasts and rolling off of her and onto the cushions.

  “Oh my,” laughs Yasmeen. “You came so much for such a little creature.”

  She dips a finger into the pool on her neck and admires the glistening white liquid.

  “Could you fetch me a towel to clean this up?” She asks.

  “I am sure the Hinas would be happy to help,” you say, not wanting Yasmeen to think you will continue to be her servant. You get to your feet and stagger out of her narcissistic temple. By the time you have tucked your cock away, you find your guide Hina waiting for you.

  “I hope you had an enjoyable visit with Yasmeen,” says the golem girl. “Who would you like to visit now?”

  Where do you want to go now?

  Time to return to the real world

  Visit with Izabella the Vampiress

  Visit with Morelle the Novice Succubus

  Visit with Oola the Slime Girl

  Visit with Gretchen the Cow Girl

  Visit with Theora the Angel of Veleda

  Spend some time with Hina the Golem Girl

  Use the symbol of Veleda

  You turn and face Yasmeen, determination furrowing your brow. You thrust your hand under your robes and feel the comforting weight of the holy symbol of Veleda in your hand. You draw the necklace out, but it is not warm in your hand and you do not feel the righteous light of Veleda. You hold up the golden serpent symbol of the goddess and Yasmeen hisses and grabs it from your hand, tearing the necklace’s chain painfully against the back of your neck.

  “What did you think that would do?” Yasmeen sneers and tosses it aside. “I rule the heavens over Kazadar! Veleda’s little trinket will not save your life.”

  She grabs you in her powerful hands and her cruel smile spreads impossibly wide. Her mouth opens and her jaw dislocates as you are lifted towards her fang-filled mouth and her pink, snake-like tongue. You scream a final time as you are thrust headfirst into the dark warmth of her gullet.

  You try to push and kick, but you only manage to cut your feet on Yasmeen’s teeth. In moments, her throat muscles pull you deeper and you slide down into a small, stretchy chamber that must be her stomach. Warm digestive juices pour around your feet and quickly rise up to your chest. Despite your fear, the warm liquid relaxes you.

  “Be calm,” says Yasmeen, her voice muffled by the layers of her body. “You are safe inside my belly. No pain will befall you ever again, Lucas. No worries or fears. Sit back and relax.”

  You close your eyes and sink deeper into the digestive liquid. You feel Yasmeen’s hand, stroking you through her tummy. She begins to hum a familiar lullaby that further soothes your fears.

  Darkness soon closes in around you as your body dissolves into mush inside the lamia. Veleda cannot save you from this pitiful fate.

  BAD END

  He should cum inside Theora

  “Cum inside her,” you moan, your cock straining with perverse need.

  “What’s that?” Toad croaks, an amused smile curling his reptilian lips.

  “No, not inside me,” moans Theora as her as jiggles and her dangling tits swing with each thrust of Toad’s glistening pink cock.

  “F-fill her,” you cry, hoarse with need, your cock twitching in your trousers. “Cum inside her pussy.”

  “The little cuckold wants me to fill your tight cunt,” laughs Toad, his throat inflating and vibrating. “How can I refuse?”

  He leans heavily against her, his scaly belly overhanging her creamy cheeks as he ruts like a beast and hammers his pink cock in and out of her stretched pussy. His copious precum is already overflowing her pussy, mixing with her nectar and trickling down her thighs. Each of his monstrous thrusts is met with a raunchy squelch as he pounds his cock into her soaking folds.

  “Oh, goddess, forgive me,” cries Theora, wailing with pleasure.

  Her beauty at the mercy of the scaly beast is a sight to behold. Your cock throbs again, smearing precum in your trousers as you watch her being mounted and defiled by the bloated reptile. His croak noises build to a crescendo, his warbling, inhuman sound filling the throne room and his throat inflated as he hilts his foul cock inside her and unleashes his cum. You can practically hear it spurting into her. Thick globs of milky white goo drip from her overflowing folds and Theora whimpers as she takes his seed.

  You prac
tically cum at the sight of it, imagining it is your cock spewing inside the beautiful angel. Toad finally sags atop her, driving Theora off her hands and her face down onto the floor again. She pants and you hear the steady drip of cum overflowing her pussy and spattering onto the floor.

  “Nothing like filling your angelic cunt,” croaks Toad. “No human quim will ever match yours, Theora. And now you’re stuffed like a pastry.”

  He grunts and lifts himself from her wings and ass, dragging his cock from her defiled pussy. You hear a lewd slurp and the flow of cum dripping from her stretched folds grows heavier. She moans at the sensation and your cock jerks again in your trousers.

  Toad turns to you, his cock slowly retreating back into his scaly body as he staggers towards you.

  “Time for you to have a nice, hot pie, my little boy,” he croaks.

  “W-what?” You stammer in fear as the huge lizard man looms over you. He grabs the back of your chair and slams it to the ground. Your head hits the stone floor and leaves you in a daze. As you recover, you realize he is bringing Theora over to you.

  “N-no,” she whimpers. “Please, do not make me do this to him.”

  “It’s what the boy wants,” laughs Toad, positioning her to stand astride your face. “Now, squat down on him and feed the boy a taste of your sweet cream filling.”

  She begins to squat and you look up in shock as her blushing folds spread open and reveal the welling of a huge amount of reptilian spunk. It begins to drip out and some splatters on your chin and fills your nostrils with the musk of Toad’s vile secretions. Theora’s ass covers your face, her creamy thighs dripping with her juices and her steamy hot cunt, loaded with cum, scarcely an inch from your mouth. The rank smell of Toad’s reptilian loins clings to her body, but you can still catch the scent of her sweetness. Her thighs quake and she tenses, a large glob of cum welling at her cunt and threatening to drip into your mouth.