The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Oh, Lucas, your skills… have improved,” she sighs, bucking her hips and fucking against your eager tongue. Her fingers are tight in your hair, trying to control you, but your hands holds her thighs and you withhold your tongue on her clit any time she gets too pushy. This tension of control continues until Izabella’s little pussy is dripping with a mixture of her nectar and your saliva. Your cock is throbbing hard again and you take it in your hand as you rise higher on your knees. She sits up to watch you guide your throbbing, crimson manhood to the pale blue of her slick pussy.

  “Yesssss,” she hisses as you hilt in her with your first stroke.

  She winds her arms around your neck and you lean in to kiss her. As your tongue mingles with hers, you feel the occasional prick of her fangs against your tongue. You take her pussy with intense, forceful strokes, setting a deliberate pace and making her plump breasts shudder with each powerful thrust. She mewls with pleasure against your lips.

  “Oh, Lucas, your cock is so warm inside me,” she cries. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me. I need your living cock to warm my pussy.”

  “I will fuck the life back into you,” you grunt, releasing all restraint and pounding hard and fast into her pussy.

  Izabella wails and arches with pleasure, her tits bouncing wildly and the slick sleeve of her pussy gripping tightly around your cock. Her wordless cries of pleasure are muffled by the well-upholstered furniture scattered throughout the room. You kiss her wailing lips and stuff your tongue into her mouth, feeling her cries continue and vibrate into your mouth.

  She relaxes and slumps back onto the couch, but you are hardly done with her. You pull out of her pussy and drop to your knees once more beside the couch. You turn her over with powerful hands and pull her legs off the couch. You deliver several playful swats to her shapely backside as you line your cock up against her pussy from behind.

  “Oh, yes, fuck me like that,” she moans. “It hits a completely different spot inSIDE MEEEEEE!”

  She howls as you thrust deep into her pussy, pounding her hard and without relent. You hold tightly to her hips and slam against her ass. She pushes her upper body up off the couch on her hands and her dangling breasts swing rapidly beneath her with the hammering force of your thrusts. She wails as if she is cumming, her pussy clutching around your cock, but you are too focused on your own rising pleasure to worry about hers.

  You bury every inch of your cock inside her slick folds and your cock erupts deep inside her pussy. Your manhood twitches again and again as you fill her cool depths with the warmth of your seed. Her body shudders against you and her pussy clenches again and again as if milking your cock. You empty every drop inside her and pull slowly out. Your seed spills from her cunt and to the floor in a long, silky strand.

  “Oh, Lucas,” she moans. “I feel… I feel almost alive.”

  You lean over her back, panting as you catch your breath and kissing her slender shoulder and neck. She turns her lips toward yours and you share a slightly awkward but intense kiss.

  Finally, completely spent, you rise shakily to your feet and pull up your trousers. You help Izabella up as well.

  “Please, Lucas, promise you will visit more,” she says, caressing the wrist she fed upon. “I can only go so long without a good meal.”

  “I make no promises,” you say. “After this, I go to face the Succubus Queen. If I am successful, perhaps we will meet again. Otherwise…”

  You shrug. She gives you a worried look and then throws her arms around your neck and kisses you repeatedly. You finally have to push her away to get her to stop.

  “You must come back,” she says. “You must.”

  “I will do my best, Izabella,” you say. “Just for you.”

  As you depart from the seamstress’s lovely workshop, you are greeted by your guide Hina.

  “Hello, master,” she says. “I hope you had an invigorating visit with Izabella.”

  “Actually, I feel a bit drained,” you chuckle. “But I will manage.”

  “Where would you like to go now?” Hina asks.

  Where would you like to go now?

  Time to return to the real world

  Visit with Yasmeen the Lamia

  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

  Enter the Crystal Sanctum to get some rest

  “I am sorry, Saleen,” you say. “I have to go with her or, you know, she will get her feelings hurt.”

  Saleen, looking a bit like she just got her feelings hurt, nods and wishes you goodnight. She disappears through the tent flap and into the howling storm before you can say much else to her. Alone in the faint glow of the lantern, you lift the Sword of Veleda from its sheath and raise it as far above your head as the low ceiling of the tent will permit.

  “SANCTUM SERENITY!” You shout and in a flash of warm, pink light you are transported from the real world to the pocket realm that contains the palace of white stone and your harem of monster girl companions.

  As your eyes recover from the flash, you are presented with the familiar view of the sunset sky and the country path leading up to the gates into the palace grounds. The palace itself, an edifice of exquisite craftsmanship and a priceless horde of white marble, looms high into the sky. Though huge, it still somehow always seems larger on the inside than it appears from the outside.

  “Hello, master!” Hina, the lovely golem, curls a lock of her blue hair behind her ear in a very human gesture and smiles sweetly. She is standing only a few steps away as if she has been waiting for your arrival. “I hope you are well. It has been many days since you visited.”

  “Theora told me that I needed to relax,” you say, momentarily picturing Saleena stretched out in your tent with her perky breasts bare. “So, um, I guess I need to relax.”

  “I could prepare you a meal and draw you a bath, master,” suggests Hina.

  A hot bath and some of Hina’s incredible cooking? A grin spreads across your face.

  “Yeah, that would be amazing,” you say.

  By the time Hina leads you into your suite in the palace, the one that overlooks the sea through mullioned windows, another Hina has already run a bath for you. With the help of two Hinas you undress and sink into the steaming tub. You sink back into the sweet-smelling water and groan with pleasure. You nearly fall asleep, but are roused by the arrival of three more Hinas bearing covered platters with a fourth Hina pushing a cart of wines, water, milk and desserts.

  “Oh, you are too good to me, Hina,” you say, reaching lazily out and caressing the nearest Hina on her porcelain bum. All of the Hinas giggle as if you touched them simultaneously with the same gesture.

  Two of the Hinas attend you in the bath, leaning in to wash your chest and legs with sponges. They linger at your groin, teasing their sponges against your swelling manhood. You wave them away.

  “I think it is time I visit some of my guests in the palace,” you say, standing up shamelessly from the bath. Two Hinas immediately begin to towel off your body. One of them deftly wraps your waist in a towel.

  The Hina that met you at the gate approaches you, her eyes shining brightly.

  “Your current guests are Izabella the vampiress, Morelle the novice succubus, Oola the slime girl, Gretchen the cow girl, Lady Theora, and our new guest Yasmeen the lamia. Of course, I would also be happy to arrange a pleasure Hina to attend to you in your bed, master.”

  You pull on a pressed pair of brown trousers and a well-fitted tunic of emerald green. You pull on soft stockings and lace up fresh boots.

  “What would you like to do, master?” Your guide Hina asks.

  What do you do?

  Visit with Yasmeen the Lamia

  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

  Let Theora repay you for your skill in battle

  “How can I refuse such an offer?” You ask with a smirk on your face. “Very well, Theora, I suppose you do owe me for sparing you from that disgusting lizard shoving his cock inside you.”

  “Yes, thank you,” she croons as her hand gently wanks your cock. “Let me repay you.”

  With a wave of her free hand, her gown melts away and reveals Theora’s luscious curves and flawless creamy flesh. Her pink nipples are erect and her pussy blushing to match the color in her cheeks. She sinks down to her knees, her breasts heaving with her desire as she leans her pretty face down to your cock and begins licking you as she strokes you.

  “Ohhhh, yes,” you chuckle, reaching down to cradle the back of her head. “That’s a good start.”

  “Your cock,” she murmurs between tender licks beneath your cockhead, “is so much bigger than I remembered.”

  Her soft, wet lips cradle your tip. She gazes up at you as she slides your manhood over her tongue and into the hot suction of her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your sensitive tip as she bobs slowly on your manhood and reaches between your thighs to gently massage your balls. The pleasure is an excruciating reminder of Theora’s sexual skill.

  When you do not immediately succumb to her skills, she slides her wet lips from your cock, a single glittering strand of saliva trailing from her plush lips, down her chin, and connecting to your glistening cock. She rises higher on her knees, still looking up at you with those lust-heavy eyes as she lifts her breasts with her hands and squeezes them around your spit-slick cock.

  “Ohhhhhhhh,” you groan as the pillowy softness of her tits swallows up all but the purple tip of your cock.

  “Let my heavenly bosom repay you, Lucas,” she croons and begins to stroke you with her luscious breasts. The softness and warmth is exquisite and the lubrication of her angelic saliva is more than enough to ease the up and down motion of her breasts. You thrust against her chest, sliding between her tits to meet her stroking mounds.

  “Yes, oh, Theora, this will make me cum,” you laugh.

  “I want it,” she moans. “Oh, tell me just as you are about to cum, Lucas. I want to drink every drop.”

  Her lewd request makes your cock twitch between her breasts. You rest your hands on her shoulders and work your hips, fucking faster and harder between her tits, hard enough to smack your hips against them with each stroke. Your pleasure builds and she moans encouragement.

  “I can’t hold back any longer,” you cry, your cock a deep shade of purple as you fuck it between her soft tits.

  “Ohh, yes, cum for me, Lucas!” She cries, tucking her chin against her chest and capturing your cockhead between her lips. Her cry of pleasure is muffled by your thrusting manhood, driving between her breasts and into her hot mouth. It vibrates against your tip, “MMmmmmmm!”

  “Theora!” You cry, giving a last thrust between her cleavage as your cock explodes into her eager mouth. You pump your hot seed against her tongue and the beautiful angel swallows every spurt, drinking your seed as if it is her favorite treat. Even as your flow diminishes, she suckles at your cock, tongue flicking your slit and coaxing out a bit more of your cum.

  Theora does not relent in her sucking and squeezing you between her breasts. She pushes you through your refractory pause and leaves you hard and twitching for more. She finally lifts her mouth from your cock with a soft gasp.

  “Do you desire more?” She asks, perhaps knowing your answer.

  “Your ass,” is all you can manage.

  “Oh? You want to put your cock in my ass?” She smiles sweetly, almost innocently, as she rises to her feet, turns around, and bends over the small table beside the bed.

  Theora’s ass is perhaps her finest asset. Bent over, her back arched and her wings slightly spread, you have a perfect view of her creamy derriere. Her ample cheeks are spread by her position, revealing the knotted pink divot of her anus and the gold-tufted furrow of her pussy. Theora spits raunchily into her hand and reaches back to smear her angelic saliva on her asshole. Her massaging fingers work into her pink pucker, readying her tender hole for your swollen cock.

  You step closer and she reaches back to guide you to the hot velvet flower of her asshole. You thrust past her slick opening and plunge into the heavenly warmth of her ass, driving into her until your bollocks are pressed against the softness of her cunt. You take hold of Theora’s slender waist and begin to fuck her for your pleasure. You are not rough, but you are forceful, reminding her that you are the warrior that bested Saleen. That you spared her far greater indignity.

  “Ohhh, Lucas,” she croons. “Fuck my ass. Fuck it with your big cock!”

  Her wings open wider and you grab hold of them, using them for leverage as you pound her ass. Theora’s upper body is resting on the small table, which shakes with each stroke and sends water slopping out of the pitcher on the tray. You ignore the mess and fuck Theora’s ass, watching her pink pucker stretch and clench against your thrusting cock. Your pleasure builds until you can no longer hold back. Theora, reaching between her thighs to massage her pussy, seems to be on the same brink.

  “Ahhhhhh! I’m cumming!” You shout.

  “Yes! Fill my ass, Lucas!” She wails, finger-fucking herself furiously as you pound your ass hard and fast. You drive your pleasure over the edge and explode deep inside her clenching hole. Your seed pumps into her and she cries out, her wings snapping open wide and knocking over the pitcher, as she cums with you.

  Your last twitches spill your seed into her ass and you slump over her back, panting heavily. You feel the last shocks of her orgasm squeeze around your cock.

  “Is that all, Lucas?” She asks over her shoulder.

  “Give me a few minutes,” you gasp, “and I’ll be ready again.”

  It takes more like twenty, but you recover and spend hours rutting with Theora like a pair of horny teens at the annual pairing dance in St. Ingbert square. You thought of Theora as tireless, but even this marathon of pleasure seems to exhaust the beautiful angel. She collapses with you into the bed and you hold her in your arms. Her silky golden hair spills across your chest and she rests her head near to your heart. It is a feeling of contentment and affection you have not experienced often in your life, let alone the chaotic last few weeks.

  You are awakened by warmth in your loins. That warmth resolves to pleasure and you slowly open your eyes and see Theora, clad in her gown, standing bent over at the waist beside the bed and sucking your cock. She meets your gaze and says something that is entirely muffled by your cock in her mouth. You gasp with pleasure and explode against her tongue. She winces in surprise, but gamely swallows every drop before lifting her mouth from your manhood. Your cock begins to shrivel at once.

  “I thought it a pleasant way to wake you,” she says, wiping her lips. “The caravan is gathered and ready to make way for Kazadar.”

  “Oh, uh, good,” you say, rolling out of bed and pulling on your desert robes. “Thank you for, um, I mean, that was a nice way to…”

  Your face is flushed with heat. Your usual nervousness returned to your interactions with Theora. She pats you on the shoulder.

  “Do not become accustomed to such pleasure, Lucas,” she says.

  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 s
huffler 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 >

  Weathering the storm

  The tent shakes on its nimbird bone frame as the howling winds of the sandstorm batter against the sun-toughened hide. The flap opens and closes and Saleen steps inside, shaking dust from her headdress and lifting her quartz goggles from her eyes. She pulls off the cloth wrapping her head and reveals her long, pointed ears, reminding you that she is an elf and not just a petite human.

  “It will be well past dawn before this one eases up,” she declares, her voice raised to be heard over the fearsome noise of the storm. “It’s almost as if sticking Yasmeen in your damned sword has enraged the heavens.”

  “You are not far off,” says Theora, passing Saleen a hot cup of sugar root tea. “When Lucas trapped Yasmeen in the Crystal Sanctum her magical power domain began to collapse. It is like a bubble bursting underwater. The powers of the gods are rushing in to reassert themselves.”