The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “It is fortunate we encountered these beasts,” says Theora, grimacing as the fourth goblin cums inside Oola. “We would have blundered directly into their village.”

  “What about there?” You ask, pointing to another, much fainter path visible through the jungle.

  “To human house,” says the goblin. “No humans. Gone. But…”

  “But what?” You demand, trying not to watch as Oola makes one of the goblins cum again.

  “Past house,” croaks the goblin. “Is green man. Furry green. Very bad. Very… ahhhh… dangerous.”

  “What about the flowers?” Asks Theora, gesturing to a particularly flowery patch of jungle.

  “Past house also,” the goblin moans, his head lolling against Oola’s slimy breasts. “We no go that way ever. Garden. Very dangerous. Hungry flowers.”

  “Good enough,” you say. “It sounds like we continue to this abandoned house and then decide whether to head towards the green man or the hungry flowers in the garden.”

  “Master,” burbles Oola, “I have fun now?”

  “Quickly,” you say.

  Oola burbles happily and rearranges the goblins onto their backs on the ground. Her central body shrinks down to almost nothing as her hands enlarge and take the shape of goblin-sized versions of herself. Each is connected to the central mass of her body by a tail-like tentacle of slime. The goblins do not resist her as she attacks them with these miniature versions of herself. In fact, in a matter of moments, they are rutting with her like they might their own kind. One is taking his goblin-sized Oola from behind, another is enjoying a blowjob from his Oola, the slime girl is riding the cock of another, and the goblin that talked to you is plowing his Oola in a missionary position.

  “Ohhhh, yes, fuck me,” cries Oola. “Your cocks so warm. Give me your boy juice!”

  One by one the goblins screech with pleasure, burying their cocks in her slimy bodies and erupting hot pumps of seed into her gooey bodies.

  The sight of this miniature orgy is more than a little arousing. You ignore Theora’s stern glance and take your cock out, stroking yourself to the sight of the four goblins rutting with the slime girl. Oola notices you and quickly finishes with two of the goblins, leaving them panting on the ground. She reforms her body, or most of it, and slithers closer.

  “Master,” she burbles, “Give me your yummy juice too!”

  She presents her jiggling rear and gooey cunt to you.

  “You are not actually going to do this, are you?” Theora grumbles beside you.

  “It will only take a moment,” you grunt, stroking yourself towards your climax. You grab hold of Oola’s wobbly ass and thrust your hard cock into her slimy crack. Your hardness finds the cool, yielding divot of her gelatinous asshole. You thrust inside and Oola croons with pleasure as your thick human cock stuffs her slimy depths. Her gooey walls tighten around the entire length of your cock, writhing and squeezing in a way no human woman could pleasure you.

  “Oh gods that is good,” you chuckle as Oola wobbles and bounces her jiggly ass back against your cock. You smack her rear, watching the ripples travel through her body. The cool, slurping pleasure of her slimy ass on your manhood builds, drawing you towards an orgasm. You thrust heavily into her, holding her slender waist, sending her dangling breasts jiggling.

  The sight of one of the goblins still rutting with her cumming inside a miniature version of Oola is enough to send you over the edge. You give out a hoarse shout of pleasure and spurt your seed into Oola’s translucent ass. You marvel as gush after gush of your milky spunk melts into her swirling slime.

  “Awoo, thank you, master!” Oola burbles happily.

  You pull out, Oola only reluctantly releasing your cock as her ass slurps up the leaking spunk. As you stagger back, you make eye contact with Theora and see the contempt in her eyes.

  “We had best be on our way,” she says.

  “R-right,” you say, tucking your cock away. You rise up the sword and shout, “Oola return!”

  With a flash, the slime girl disappears, leaving four groaning goblins on the ground. They seem dazed by their repeated climaxes and offer no resistance as you and Theora step past them.

  You and Theora set off back into the jungle, following the path that veers clear of the goblin village. The journey is more difficult than on the other path, slowing your progress. The darkness of the jungle canopy is beginning to deepen, suggesting that night is falling. With the mountains still not in view, it seems unlikely you will reach them by dusk.

  CONTINUE >

  Call upon Izabella to defeat the goblins

  You raise the Holy Sword of Veleda above your head and call upon one of the most menacing girls in the Crystal Sanctum.

  “Izabella emerge!”

  You shout the words and with a flash of pink light and a sudden gust of chilly air, Izabella appears before you. The busty vampiress, with her pale blue skin and bright red eyes, might have burst into flames if you had called upon her in the open, but even in this clearing she is shielded from sunlight by the dense jungle canopy the stretches above. Her smile reveals her elongated fangs and her lacy white bodice and fluffy skirt reveal much of her shapely body.

  “Having troubles, Lucas?” She asks, teasing a fingertip over your chest.

  “Goblins,” says Theora, gesturing with a nod of her head. “The ones pointing arrows at your back.”

  “Ah, goblins is it!” She laughs and whirls around to face the goblins. “Kindred spirits! Fellow creatures that prefer the night and the shadows to daylight. Hello, little ones. You have nothing to fear from me. Unless you are afraid of pleasure.”

  “Stay back,” warned the goblin leader.

  “Oh, my, and so brave,” chuckles Izabella, sauntering closer to the leader. “If you simply look into my eyes, you will see that I am sincere and would never hurt you.”

  The goblins stare up into Izabella’s glowing red eyes. The tension melts from their posture as they lower their bows and arrows. One after another, they drop their weapons and stand slack-jawed and paralyzed, staring with wonder at the beautiful vampiress.

  “Nothing to fear,” she whispers and glided past the leader to the rearmost goblin. She steps behind him, stroking her long nails over his scrawny chest. She looks at you, her eyes flashing as she leans down and bites the goblin on his neck. Blood trickles down his chest as she drinks. The goblin moans with pleasure, his cock swelling in his loincloth. He murmurs in his savage language as Izabella drinks his blood greedily. He jerks his hips, seeming to climax in his loincloth.

  Izabella lifts her mouth from his neck, licking her crimson lips. The goblin slumps to the ground, pale and lifeless.

  “Delicious,” she says. “A bit earthy and sharp. But not very much to drink. I suppose between the four of them—“

  “Three,” you say. “Leave their leader alive.”

  “Mmmm, very well,” pouts Izabella.

  She seizes the nearest goblin in her arms and bites it much more violently. You look away and face Theora. Anger blazes in the angel’s silvery-blue eyes.

  “She is evil,” whispers Theora.

  “She is handling our problem,” you reply, twitching slightly at the thump as Izabella discards the second lifeless goblin and moves on to feeding upon the third. Her victim whimpers with pleasure, unable to escape, but clearly enjoying his doom. Another thump soon follows and Izabella lets out a satisfied groan, sucking drops of blood from her nimble fingers.

  “Now, what shall I do with this one?” She asks, prowling behind the leader of the goblins.

  “We need to ask him a few questions,” you reply.

  “Oh, he would be happy to answer them,” says Izabella, stroking his shoulders and scrawny neck. “You will be a good boy and answer everything Lucas asks, won’t you?”

  “Y-yes, mistress,” stammers the goblin.

  “Such a good little boy,” she says, stroking his bald head. “Go on, Lucas, ask him what you wish.”

  �
�What is your name?” You ask, suddenly feeling sorry for the goblin.

  “Igbek,” says the goblin.

  “Where is your village?” You ask him.

  “Up path,” he says, pointing at the continuing path through the jungle. “Beside mound of burying. Many goblins there.”

  “What about that path?” Theora asks, pointing to a much fainter path through the jungle.

  “That go to empty house,” says Igbek. “Keep go that way, see green man. He is hairy and dangerous. Or you go towards garden. Even more danger. Never go towards garden.”

  “Why not?” You ask.

  “Plant eat goblins,” says Igbek, a tremor of fear crossing his face. “Eat my brother.”

  “We continue to the abandoned house,” says Theora. “We can decide where to go from there.”

  “What about this one, master?” Izabella asks, caressing the goblins chest. “You have your answers. Can I have my meal?”

  “No,” you say sternly. “He has given us what we want.”

  “What about rewarding him then?” She purrs, reaching down and squeezing his loincloth. “He has gone all hard.”

  “No,” says Theora.

  But you feel differently and Izabella knows it. Her eyes glow faintly as she leans her chin on the goblins shoulder, massaging and wanking the bulge of his cock through his loincloth.

  “Yes,” you murmur. “Fuck him.”

  Izabella laughs haughtily, “Oh, the great hero wants me to fuck this filthy little beast?”

  “What are you doing?” Theora demands.

  Before Theora can offer further objection, you act, stepping forward and taking out your cock. You stroke it as Izabella pushes the goblin to the ground. She lifts her skirt up above her waist, revealing her pale thighs, shapely bottom, and the perfect folds of her pussy. She kneels above the goblin, gripping his cock with her free hand as she lowers her undead pussy onto his hardness. Igbek squeals with delight, reaching up to grab her overflowing breasts as she begins to ride his cock.

  “Is this what you wanted to see, Lucas?” Izabella teases you as she bounces up and down on the goblin’s cock. “A tiny beastly cock buried in my pussy?”

  “Oh, yes,” you moan, stroking your hardness as you watch them fuck.

  “Do you like the way my breasts sway?” She asks, pulling down the cups of her bodice to expose her large, pale breasts and her blue nipples.

  “Beautiful,” you groan, stepping closer and stroking your crimson cock hard and fast, precum slicking the tip. Igbek fondles Izabella’s breasts, squeezing and plucking at her nipples and making her cry out with pleasure.

  “Your cock feels so wonderful, Igbek,” she moans. “It might even make me cum! Would you like that, Lucas? Do you… ohhhh… want me to cum on this goblin’s little cock?”

  “Yes, cum all over it,” you moan, stroking and squeezing your cock as you feel your balls tightening.

  “Ohhhh! Yessss!” Izabella tosses her dark hair over her face, her breasts heaving and her hips working as she rides up and down Igbek’s bump like fuckstick. The goblin screeches, his green fingers pressing into the soft flesh of Izabella’s breasts. Izabella moans, “He’s cumming inside me! Ohhhhh yessss! It’s making me cum feeling all this hot goblin seed pumping into me!”

  Hearing such lewd words from the vampiress pushes you over the edge. Your wanking cock erupts, shooting out fat streams of cum all over Izabella’s bouncing breasts and dripping down between them.

  “Oh, Lucas,” she cries, looking at your cum splattering her body. “Yes! Shoot your cum all over me as I cum on this goblin’s cock!”

  You are struck by guilt and self-loathing as your orgasm recedes. Your mother and sister are being held captive by a succubus and you stand here stroking off to the sight of a vampiress fucking a goblin. Izabella smiles mockingly at you, seeming to know that you regret what you have done.

  “What’s wrong, Lucas?” She says, rising from Igbek’s cock.

  You stuff your cock back into your trousers and draw the sword, quickly commanding, “Izabella return!”

  She is mid-rejoinder when she disappears in a flash of pink light. The goblin, still sprawled on the ground, looks up at you in a daze of shock and pleasure. He shrieks as Izabella’s hypnotic power disappears and goes scampering off into the jungle.

  “May we go now?” Theora asks, giving you a judgmental look.

  “Um, yes, we should go,” you say.

  You and Theora set off back into the jungle, following the path that veers clear of the goblin village. The journey is more difficult than on the other path, slowing your progress. The darkness of the jungle canopy is beginning to deepen, suggesting that night is falling. With the mountains still not in view, it seems unlikely you will reach them by dusk.

  CONTINUE >

  Wait

  You have never squared off against a water-dwelling creature, let alone one with tentacles. You are not quite sure how to fight her. She doesn’t seem nearly as dangerous as Yasmeen. Then again, she knocked Theora out of the fight pretty easily. She is fast and she can throw those tentacles around with great reach.

  You decide to wait, your guard up, circling her and searching for an opportunity to strike. Charlotte seems to sense what you are doing and moves to circle you in turn, trying to force you closer and closer to the river’s edge. Thinking she will be at a great advantage if she can get you into the water, you decide to make a risky feint to try to open up some room to maneuver.

  You pretend to charge at her in an attack, in the hopes of getting her to retreat and giving you room to move past her. Instead, Charlotte braces for your attack, and when you reveal that it’s only a feint she smiles and lashes out with four lightning-quick tentacles. Before you even understand what is happening you have been seized by your ankles and flipped upside down. Your sword falls from your grasp, landing in the mud with a wet thump.

  “That was silly,” says Charlotte, dangling you upside down in front of her face. “Now I could do whatever I want with you. I could even eat you.”

  “P-please don’t eat me,” you say as she slowly turns you and examines you. She prods you with a fingertip, rotating you before her strange golden eyes.

  “Ooooh, do not worry,” coos Charlotte. “I was telling you the truth. I am not going to eat you. I am going to mate with you.”

  “Ahhhhh!” You cry as you are flung to the ground on your back. Her tentacles strip off your boots, your stockings, your trousers and creep, cool and slimy, up your bare legs. The tips of her tentacles reach into your underclothes and wrap their gentles suckers around your cock.

  “Bigger than most humans,” she moans, lowering her human upper body so she is so close that her breasts are dangling against your chest. Her slimy tentacles begin to wank your cock, filling the air with a strangely sweet smell. She kisses you on the lips, her mouth cool and rubbery, but pleasant. Her tongue is just as nimble as her tentacles, kissing and teasing your tongue and delving into your mouth.

  Charlotte slides her wet body down over yours, dragging her breasts from your chest to your abdomen. You gasp as her tentacles strip off your underwear and then she is looking up into your eyes with those strange golden eyes of hers as her soft breasts envelop your hard cock. Two tentacles press her mounds from the sides as she balances on her hands. Her slimy excretions lubricate your cock as she begins to writhe against your chest.

  “Ooooooh,” she croons. “Your cock is so warm. And getting warmer! Don’t fight it! Just let go, give me your hot cum.”

  “Ah… please… ahhhhh… stop!” You try to push her away, try to twist out from beneath her, but it is hopeless. She is too strong and has too many limbs. Her squished mounds slide up and down your hard cock, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. You let out a whining cry of pleasure and erupt in hot, milky ropes that spatter your abdomen and coat her soft breasts in your copious cum.

  “So much of it!” Charlotte cries with delight. “Mmmmm! And it’s delicious! We are going
to make so many babies together!”

  You are still in the refractory period as Charlotte grabs your legs with a pair of tentacles and drags you across the muddy shore. She plunges into the water, her tentacles trailing behind her like a skirt and you caught by the two longest and most powerful of her tendrils. She pulls you under the rapidly flowing water, through the murky river and down into the depths. Your ears ache with the pressure and you feel certain you are about to drown.

  Suddenly, Charlotte jerks you through a tunnel in a rocky outcropping underwater and you surface in a grotto deep beneath the riverbank. The musty smell of water and decay are overpowering, but you suck in grateful gulps of air as Charlotte pulls you onto a bed of soft river weed.

  “Now you are home,” she says, sliding atop you. She strokes your hair from your face with a tentacle and cradles your cheek with a human hand. “We can be mates forever.”

  Her kiss stifles your cry of resistance. Slippery tentacles surround you, drawing your hips into the depths of what would be her thighs. Your cock stiffens against the writhing tendrils and Charlotte guides it to the warm cove of her cunt. Compared to the cool, slippery flesh of her tentacles, it is a burning heat and you thrust instinctively into it. In a single, desperate stroke you sheath every inch inside the lovely monster girl.

  “Ooooh,” croons the Scylla. “It’s so deep inside me.”

  “Y-yes,” you gasp against her lips as you begin to thrust in and out of her clutching pussy. “Oh, yes, it feels so good.”

  You tremble in her embrace, her slippery body writhing against you and her tentacles restricting your movement. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is the pleasure of her hot cunt, squeezing and rippling around you with every stroke. She her upper body up on her hands and she moves in sympathy with you, rolling human hips and swirling her slimy skirt of tentacles. Her soft breasts heave and sway with each movement.

  “Ohhhhh, Charlotte,” you cry. “I’m going to… going to cum. Going to cum inside you.”