The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Little human cocks will never satisfy you once you have known such pleasure,” sneers Toad. He glances at you and croaks, “Do you enjoy the sight, human? As I plow the sweet furrow of your angelic companion, does your little cock not twitch with lust? I see it! That feeble tent in your trousers! Do not be ashamed. Breathe the scent in the air. Hear the sweet music of our pleasure.”

  He turns his attention fully back Theora, leaning over her, one hand on her back to push her roughly against the floor. Her body is arched to receive each of Toad’s thrusts. Your cock throbs as you watch his pink piston hammering in and out of her pussy. His croaks of pleasure grow louder by the moment. Theora wails with pleasure of her own.

  “My seed churns for you!” Toad croaks. He looks at you suddenly and asks, “Where should I cum, little human? Shall I fill her ripe cunt with my seed or glaze the luscious mounds of her ass? Answer quickly!”

  His bulging eyes are with the intensity of his pleasure, his vile body hunched and hips still working as he pounds Theora’s pussy with his pink cock. She whimpers with pleasure beneath him.

  How do you answer?

  Refuse to answer Grazzek

  He should cum inside Theora

  He should cum on Theora's ass

  The answer is one league

  You see through the logic of the riddle and say, “One league!”

  “Correct!” Yasmeen declares with delight, clapping her hands together. “If there were only one entrance to the snake’s burrow, but I clearly said there were two entrances a league apart. Which means you are wrong.”

  “What?” You sputter, realizing too late that danger is imminent. You take a step back and tumble over her coil as it slides behind your legs. You fall heavily to the floor, try to bring your sword up, and Yasmeen bashes it out of your hand.

  “Sorry, Lucas, but it looks like you are on the menu!” She wraps her coils tightly around your lower body and lifts you towards her giant face.

  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

  Turn your head aside

  You twist your head as much as the ropes binding you to the chair will allow. You can feel the heat of Theora’s freshly-fucked pussy radiating down against the whole side of your face. The musk of sex is nearly overpowering and your traitorous cock twitching in your trousers.

  “No!” You cry, unable to stomach the thought of licking Theora’s creamy cunt.

  “He needs some encouragement,” laughs Toad. “Sit on the poor boy’s face.”

  You hear her gasp as Toad gives her a shove. The weight of Theora’s ass and her hot, slimy pussy suddenly mash against your face. Foul reptilian spunk oozes out, spilling over your chin, lips, and up your nose. You sputter and up facing her cunt as another gush of his cum squeezes out of her well-fucked folds. You try to push it away with your tongue, but end up with the salty, bitter goo pouring to the back of your throat and nearly choking you.

  You want to vomit at the taste and your face burns hot with the humiliation. Theora rocks atop you, squirming her ass and pussy against your face and forcing you to breathe the foul air of Toad’s filth.

  “His cock is nearly stiff enough to poke through his trousers,” laughs Toad. “Not very big, but he must be enjoying this.”

  “Nnnmmmmmnn!” You try to deny him, but your words are smothered by Theora’s leaking pussy. She moans, the vibrations of your words stimulating her and causing her to grind her cum-dripping cunt against your mouth. She writhes and bounces atop your face, smothering you so completely that you begin to black out beneath her. Some part of you relishes this. If you are to perish in this humiliating situation, smothered by the plush rear of a beautiful angel is not a bad way to go.

  Just before you pass out, you hear Toad say, “I think you are killing the poor boy, my dear.”

  He lifts her up by her shoulders and you are finally free to breathe the relatively cool, clean air of the throne room. You’re flushed, sweaty, and your face is covered in sticky cum, but you are alive.

  “Enjoy that, little boy?” Toad croaks mockingly. “Kahad! Come in here and untie him. Take him to a room and make sure he has something to eat and drink, aside from the cum that dripped into his mouth. We treat guests well.”

  “Bastard,” you cry as the masked warrior enters and begins to untie you from the chair. “Don’t you dare hurt her!”

  “Hurt Theora?” Toad laughs and caresses her shapely body. “I will lavish her with attention and show her pleasures undreamed, little human. Think about that while you are sitting in your room.”

  Toad walks Theora over to his throne of cushions and they sink together onto the piled pillows. He begins caressing and kissing her and she moans against him. You seethe with anger, but it is no use as Kahad grabs you by your shoulders and drags you out of the throne room. He practically has to carry you to the small, windowless bedroom where you are to be sequestered for the night. A tray of food and a pitcher of water is brought to you. You clean yourself with the water, but have little appetite. You can’t stop thinking about the perversions that Theora must be enduring.

  CONTINUE >

  Surrender

  Saleen edges closer, menacing you with her blades. You keep your guard up and parry her next attack. Her daggers clash with your sword, sparking up your blade until her daggers catch against your sword’s cross guard. You growl and shove her away.

  “Defiant?” She laughs. “You’re just delaying my inevitable defeat.”

  The blaze of determination in Saleen’s violet-flecked eyes provides the catalyst for a change in your demeanor. You feel the truth of her words and you know you cannot hope to beat her nimble skill. Your guard slips. Saleen eyes you warily, suspecting a feint.

  “I yield,” you say, your blade drooping lower.

  “What’s this?” Toad rises from his cushions, his throat inflating with excitement.

  Saleen is quick to take advantage of your surrender. She dances forward, still cautious, and flicks her knife blade to your throat.

  “On your knees,” she commands.

  You drop down to your knees and let the Sword of Veleda drop from your grasp.

  “Lucas, no, what are you doing?!” Theora cries.

  “He knows what he is doing,” croaks Toad. “This is what your hear wants, Theora. He wants me to defile your holy body.”

  “No,” gasps Theora.

  Saleen chuckles. Toad throws back his head and croaks with triumphant laughter, his scaly belly jiggling.

  “This sick little boy you think can be a hero is just a pervert,” says Toad. He gestures to Saleen. “Leave him be, Saleen. I am sorry this one could not give you a proper fight.”

  “Perhaps next time, speck,” she whispers to you before moving the blade from your throat. She turns and bows to Toad, then departs through the curtain.

  “Stand,” says Toad.


  You arise from your knees. You cannot look at Theora, though you can feel the disappointment radiating from her out of the corner of your vision. You gave up willingly and now Theora must pay the price. Your cock stirs at the thought.

  CONTINUE >

  The pleasure of Yasmeen’s coils

  You look at her immense, powerful serpentine lower body and you know you want to feel your cock being squeezed by those coils. You have indulged in many pleasures with monster girls over the last few weeks, but none quite like that.

  She sees you staring at her snakelike half and her smile widens. She lifts her tail, crimson on one side and gold on the belly with subtler patterns of blue becoming visible as she twists and turns its before you.

  “You like it?” She hisses.

  “Y-yes,” you admit.

  “My scales are more beautiful than human flesh. Let me pleasure you with them and then you may answer my riddle.”

  “Oh, yes, pleasure me with your coils,” you cry.

  “Very well,” laughs Yasmeen. She plucks off your robe and wraps you up in her serpentine lower body.

  Her coils are incredibly powerful and much bigger than any serpent you have ever seen. She squeezes you, seemingly showing off that she could pulverize your bones if she chose to do so. You whimper as your hard cock slides between layers of her encircling coils. The cool, smooth scales begin to squeeze and slide back and forth, creating an intensely pleasurable friction around your cock.

  “Ohhhhh,” you moan as she twists the coils wrapping your body. She tenses and releases the pressure on you again and again to massage your cock and your entire body along with it. With surprising quickness, you feel your tension build and your cock swell and ache for release. You manage to sputter out, “I-I’m going to cum!”

  “Yes, you are,” she laughs. “And I will squeeze out every drop on my beautiful scales.”

  You wail with helpless pleasure as her segments of scales rub back and forth over your cock, twist and pleasuring you until you can hold back no longer. You thrust your hips helplessly, fucking between the rubbing layers of her coiled tail, and you explode. Your cum pours into the space between the coils, lubricating and smearing your cock in warm, silky spunk.

  Even as your pleasure recedes, she continues. Your cock becomes overly sensitive and you try, pitifully, to escape her coils.

  “Oh, Yasmeen,” you moan. “Please… it… it’s too much!”

  “I will wring out every drop,” she laughs.

  Her twisting coils rub your cock and churn your spilled seed into a musky lather that overflows her squeezing layers of coils like whipped frosting. You moan helplessly as another orgasm rises through your body and you add to the mess, spurting out another load and looking up pleadingly into her pitiless eyes.

  “Every drop!” She hisses, the coils seemingly tightening even more. The ecstasy of your orgasm spills into agony and then ecstasy again as you cum a third time. A fourth. Maybe even a fifth, although it is hard to tell as the agony and pleasure are now nearly identical.

  “No more,” you whimper and at last Yasmeen stops rubbing your cock and loosens the coils wrapping your lower half. She drops you gently to the floor and you quickly scramble back and pull on your robes.

  “I have held up my side of our arrangement,” she says, looming over you once more. “Now you must pay the price.”

  “A riddle,” you say. “And if I get it wrong…”

  “You will be my dinner,” she says, grinning and revealing a menacing mixture of human-like teeth and sharp fangs.

  “Very well,” you say, sensing that you might have doomed yourself. “Ask your riddle.”

  “It is not complicated,” says Yasmeen. “A simple matter in fact. What must you break before it can be used?”

  How do you answer the lamia?

  The answer is a seal

  The answer is an egg

  Rescued from life as a broodmother

  You pass through a tunnel of light and swirling clouds and spill gently onto a floor of warm, white marble lit with golden light. The rapturously beautiful, golden-haired goddess towers above you in her glorious raiment. She nudges you with toes as big as fists and you sit up, gasping at the sight of her.

  “You disappoint me, Lucas,” she says, addressing you by your former name. “By foolishly quaffing that potion and then submitting to your body’s yearning, you condemned yourself to a lifetime of serving a harem bride to a monster.”

  “M-my goddess,” you stammer, tears falling from your eyes as you look up at her radiant beauty. You feel ashamed of your voluptuous body and you cover your huge breasts with your arms. “Please forgive me. I… I thought I had found my purpose.”

  “Oh, yes, I am sure your loins ached for his cock,” scoffs the goddess. “How many loads of his foul seed did you drink? How many clutches of his squirming half-breed young did you birth?”

  You quake and bow your head. You have never seen Veleda so angry at you.

  “Many,” you moan.

  “I should send you back to your life as Grazzek’s slave,” says Veleda. “Let the Succubus Queen and her many daughters claim the world from humans.”

  You cry out in despair and guilt, touching your face to the marble.

  “I need you, Lucas,” says Veleda, her tone softening. “I need your courage and your strength. I need you to reject this life of mindless pleasure and embrace your true destiny.”

  “Yes,” you moan, overwhelmed by love for the goddess.

  “You renounce this path of pleasure?” She asks.

  “Yes, please,” you lift your tear-streaked face. “Please, my goddess, forgive me. I will return to the fight.”

  She smiles sweetly and waves her hand. You experience a shocking sensation like plunging through a wave of fire as your curves tighten back into the musculature of a lean young man. Your maleness restored, you suddenly want to vomit at the sense memory of giving birth to tadpoles.

  “Such shame must be erased entirely,” says Veleda. “You cannot continue as a hero otherwise. I will take you back to before… just as you faced Toad’s champion. Try not to make the same mistakes, Lucas.”

  “Th-thank you,” you say gratefully.

  You feel the memories slipping from your mind. The floor beneath you opens and you plunge into the tunnel of light and swirling clouds. The past and the present bend together as you plummet back to earth.

  CONTINUE >

  Beg for Toad’s cum all over your body

  Your body aches with need as Toad plunders your pussy with each stroke of his gristly cock. Your lust is such that you nearly succumb to the urge to beg him to pump his seed deep into your womb. But the danger of such an act might condemn you to live out your days as a woman and likely a slave to Toad’s monstrous pleasure.

  “Cum on me,” you manage to cry out as he pounds you from behind. “C-cover me with your cum!”

  “Yes!” Toad croaks with raging pleasure as he slams his cock in and out of your silky cunt. “Yes, I will cover you in my seed! Your lovely body will wear my pleasure!”

  “Ahhhhhhh!” You cry out, cumming as his cock swells within your cunt. You arch your back and thrust against him, impaling your stretched pussy on his fat fuckmeat. You are at the clutching height of your pleasure when Toad suddenly pulls his cock from your depths.

  The bloated reptile lets out a wordless, yelling croak and strokes his glistening pink cock. His length jerks in his hands and he thumps his cock against your peachy bottom. He croaks again and a hot geyser of spunk splashes your rear and paints your cunt in a thick splatter of his greasy seed. You jerk and twitch with even greater ecstasy as he paints your new curves with hot spurts of his cum. Moving on instinct, you squirm your hips and wiggle your ass from side to side, fucking yourself with your fingers as he completely soaks your lower back down to your thighs with his reptilian cum.

  Even after he has spent the last of his seed, you keep fucking yourself with your fingers and gyrating your hips. You
pump your fingers into your pussy, driving yourself to another orgasm as Toad watches with amusement.

  “You are insatiable, little Lucia,” he croaks. “Let us retire to my bedchamber and enjoy the night. I will introduce your new body to a thousand pleasures.”

  Toad’s private room is a lavish, multi-tiered construction of smooth sandstone with the bottom level given over to a pool of warm water and the upper tiers providing living and sleeping space. Toad leads you down to this waist-deep pool of water, his cum washing from your flesh in a milky cloud as you slip into the warmth of the water. He kisses and licks your breasts, moaning lustily as he fondles your body. His clawed fingers invade your eager cunt and you kiss him in reply, your tongue moving against his in a slimy embrace that would have seemed repellent only an hour earlier.

  Unbidden, you slide down his scaly body and wrap the soft weight of your breasts around his pink cock. He croaks with pleasure, watching you caress and squeeze him between your plump mounds. The more you writhe against him, stroking him between your tits, the more your aching pussy craves his cock.

  “You are so beautiful, Lucia,” croaks Toad. “Maybe even more beautiful than Theora. Oh, and your breasts are so soft. You are going to make me explode.”

  “Yessss,” you cry in your high, girlish voice. “Cum all over my face.”

  You wank him between your tits, his big, gristly cock thrusting through them with every stroke until Toad’s beastly cockhead twitches and his cum spurts into the air. You lean back at an angle so his hot, spurting spunk can hose your face and open mouth. You gulp mouthfuls of his thick, salty load and cry out with ecstasy as he rains his seed down upon you.

  It isn’t long before Toad spreads you out upon the rocks beside his private pool and laps at your cunt and ass. You squirm and squeal with delight, pleasured in places you never imagined, clinging to his scaly head and bucking your hairless slit against his tongue. You orgasm leaves you twitching and trembling by the pool.