The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Come here,” she beckons. “Taste the pleasure you know you deserve.”

  “N-no,” moans the goblin that had spoken before. “No go. She dangerous.”

  But the goblin’s three companions do not listen. One of the goblins steps forward and removes his loincloth, revealing a small, bumpy green cock no bigger than Morelle’s thumb. She giggles as he thrusts his hips towards her.

  “Oh, dear,” laughs Morelle, stroking the scrawny creature’s cheek. “That’s all you have? Well, that’s alright… I can find a use for it.”

  Her fleshy tail slides between her thighs, rubbing her delicate cuntlips as its slick, fleshy opening descends on the goblin’s cock. The creatures squeal’s with pleasure and thrusts forward, sheathing its hard cock in Morelle’s ravenous tail. With a squeak of pleasure, the beast explodes instantly, violet energy crackling around her tail as she begins to drain his cum and his life force simultaneously. The tail throbs rhythmically as it pumps the goblin’s cock.

  As Morelle feeds on one goblin, she turns to the other two that have approached. She gets down on her knees, gripping their offered cocks, dragging them closer as she wanks them with her skilled hands. The goblins squeak and squirm. She kisses one on the lips and the creature cums in her hand, shooting ropes of yellowish spunk onto the ground and spattering her arm.

  You see that the goblin being drained by Morelle’s tail has grown emaciated and frail. It croaks and falls to the ground, its flesh withered as Morelle’s tail slurps lewdly and releases the goblin’s shriveled cock. Her tail immediately slurps up the cock of another goblin as she guides the fourth to her slippery pussy. Sucking one with her tail, kissing another as she wanks it, and being fucked by the fourth, Morelle is in her succubus element. The goblins cannot hold out and begin to cum again and again, surrendering their life force to her kiss, her hungry tail, and her steamy pussy.

  “Don’t kill them all,” you call out to Morelle. “Leave the one that can speak. We need to ask him some questions.”

  “Of course, master,” coos Morrelle, working her hips as the goblin between her thighs helplessly fucks her creamy pussy. The goblins cries out, his voice shrill and hoarse, as he cums again, shooting another of his filthy loads into the milking pussy of the succubus.

  Morelle’s tail drains every bit of life force from a second goblin and her kiss leaves a third nothing but a withered husk. The fourth goblin, drawn and pale, collapses atop her body, still buried in her cum-stuffed pussy.

  “I think he’s ready to talk,” giggles Morelle. She rolls the goblin onto his back, where he lays helpless and feeble. Morelle climbs atop him, her hand coaxing his cock to hardness and sliding it back into her creamy pussy. He moans pitifully as she rides slowly atop him, her soft breasts jiggling with her motion.

  “Where is your village?” You demand.

  “Up path,” says the goblin, trying to point towards the continuing path through the clearing. “Many more goblins.”

  “Ooh, more little goblins,” cries Morelle.

  “You’re not going to the village,” you scold. “What about that way?”

  You point to an even fainter path out of the small clearing.

  “That is… old house. Humans live there once.”

  “Have you seen any humans nearby?” You ask.

  “Furry green man.”

  “What about that direction?” You ask, pointing through a thicket with an unusual bloom of flowers.

  “G-garden,” says the goblin. “We not go way. Very dangerous.”

  “So we check out this abandoned house,” you say, enjoying the sight of Morelle slowly riding her luscious ass atop the goblin. “And decide where to go from there.”

  “Morelle,” says Theora, “that is enough.”

  “Aw! Do I get to eat him up too?” She asks, stroking the goblin’s face.

  “No, let that one live,” you say. “He has been helpful.”

  Morelle reluctantly dismounts with a raunchy slurp. The goblin’s cock is straining hard and twitching as he looks from you to Morelle with a mixture of terror and lust.

  “Morelle return!” You command and the succubus cries out as she is sucked back into the Crystal Sanctum in the Holy Sword of Veleda.

  “She is an evil creature,” murmurs Theora, surveying the three withered corpses and the pitiful survivor left by Morelle.

  “She can’t help what she is,” you say. “The Succubus Queen did this to her.”

  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 >

  Drink the blue milk potion

  You reach into the pouch on your hip and remove the bottle of faintly glowing blue milk potion. You pop the stopper from the bottle and tip the contents to your lips. You almost spill it as Charlotte tries to grapple you again. You just manage to get the stopper back on and return it to your belt without being caught up by her tentacles.

  “What was that?” Charlotte demands. “Some sort of cordial? May I have a taste?”

  You stagger, throwing back your head and howling with sudden rage. Charlotte is shaken by your outburst. She looks at you with concern and does not press the attack as you are temporarily incapacitated by the potion. Anger and lust surge through your veins.

  Your muscles bulge, your shoulders broaden, your neck thickens, and your cock swells until the buttons of your trousers are barely containing it. With another roar, you free your cock from your pants and Charlotte gasps at the sight of your grotesquely enlarged cock, crimson and corded with thick veins, nearly as big as your arm and clenched fist from the elbow.

  “W-what is that?” The Scylla girl stammers, slithering backwards from you. “I have never seen mating flesh like this! How is it possible?”

  “Possible?” You pant, your muscular chest heaving. “Because I need to fuck you SO BAD!”

  You leap at her, propelled by your strengthened muscles, tackling the Scylla girl to the mud at the river’s edge. She squeals with surprise as you overpower her tentacles, parting her slimy appendages to reveal the hot, blushing cove of her cunt. You press the huge tip of your throbbing cock to that slippery mound and take her with a mighty thrust, driving every inch into her pussy and grunting with pleasure.

  “AAAAAAHHH! It’s so big!” She squeals as you drive your massive cock inside her steamy cunt, stretching her tight around your manhood.

  You hammer your cock in and out of her steamy pussy, making her breasts bounce with every stroke and pinning her arms to the mud when she tries to push you away.

  “You love my cock,” you snarl, pounding in and out of her pussy.

  “It’s too big,” she wails, arching and trying, in vain, to escape your powerful grasp.

  Every thrust of your massive cock bulges her abdomen. The more furiously you fuck her, the less she fights, until she is gasping along with your bestial grunts. You hammer your cock faster and faster, sweat spilling down your face as you drive towards an orgasm. You can feel it building.

  “You want to be bred?” You laugh savagely.

  “Oooooh, yesssss,” she croons. “Fertilize my eggs!”

  “Aaaaaaahhhh!”

  You throw back your head and howl with pleasure, your cock swelling inside her stretched pussy. Your welling pleasure explodes inside her, erupting in a hot geyser that bastes her clutching womb and overflows with each stroke of your mighty cock. Your frothing cum spills down her ass and drips from her tentacles as you pound into her pussy. You think you can feel her inner walls clutching at you as she cums as well, but you do not care. All that matters is how bad you need to fuck.

  You pull your cock out of her, leaving her gasping and dripping, her folds smeared with your cream and gaping wide. She is dazed, breathl
ess, but with a smile on her flushed face. You flip her over roughly, lifting her hips for a better view of her creamy ass. You spit loudly and messily onto her asshole and smack the hard pipe of your cock against her crack.

  “Noooo,” she croons. “Please, not there.”

  “Yes, there,” you laugh as you press the fist-sized mushroom of your cockhead to her tight pinky pucker. With a thrust, you overcome her clench and stuff your hard cock deep into her ass. You take her ass without concern for her discomfort as she howls with shock and pain. You grab her slender hips, pounding your cock up her ass, and making her cheeks jiggle and her tits swing.

  “It’s too big,” she moans in obvious agony.

  “You’re too tight!” You laugh, smacking her ass with your hand. “I have to loosen you up!”

  You pressing her face down into the mud, her ass raised as you fuck in and out of her stretched pink hole. Your cock is raging, your need undimmed. Your swollen bollocks slap against the cummy heat of her pussy. The lewd wetness of her body only adds to your pleasure. You hunch over her, rutting into her tight asshole unrestrained. Your balls tightening and your cock swelling in her slippery hole.

  “Are you… are you going to spill your seed in my ass?” Charlotte wails.

  “YES!” You laugh, smacking her ass again. “YESSSS!”

  “Oooooooh,” she croons helplessly.

  With a last snarl of lust, you erupt into her ass. Gush after gush of your seed boils out of your throbbing cock, slicking each thrust and filling her ass with your huge load. You slow your strokes, savoring her clutching pucker, your lust receding.

  You pull your cock from her ass with a raunchy slurp, watching your spunk drain from her gaping asshole. She moans helplessly as you stand above her.

  “Go back to the waters,” you say as the effects of the potion begin to fade. “I have given you all I intend to give you.”

  “Th-thank you,” she says, slithering upright, seeming to regain her bearings. Her luscious body is smeared with mud, but she is still beautiful as she embraces you and kisses you. “I will take good care of all our children.”

  You feel a jolt realizing you have mated with the Scylla girl. She giggles as she slips back into the river and disappears.

  “Well handled, big man,” says Theora from behind you.

  “Ah, I did not know you were there, uh,” you look down, trying to tuck your oversized cock back into your trousers. “I thought the potion would be appropriate.”

  “That seed you gave her,” says Theora, helping to tuck your cock away and buttoning your trousers. “Will give her at least a hundred offspring. You just sired a veritable army of monster girls.”

  You glance guiltily at the river’s surface.

  “Perhaps we should carry on before you find something else to impregnate,” chuckles Theora. “When I was flying I noticed some sort of building a few miles upriver. It might be a good place to shelter overnight.”

  “Right,” you agree. “Uh, let’s head towards that.”

  You and Theora set off once more, following the curve of the rushing river into the sweltering jungle. You cannot help but think about dozens of tiny monster girl Scyllas darting around the murky river, their faces slightly resembling your own.

  CONTINUE >

  Parley

  Tentacle-like vines squirm in the surrounding jungle, beginning to creep into the clear on every side. The beautiful plant girl stalks you, her lips curling into a cruel smile. You flick your gaze to Theora’s silhouette, writhing in the pitcher nearby. She is moaning in pain. Or is it pleasure?

  You want to slash open the pitcher and free her from her predicament, but you know this would leave you vulnerable to Nepenthia. You need to get Theora out. You need to reach some sort of bargain with the plant girl.

  “Wait,” you say, lowering your sword and holding up your hand. “Let’s talk about this.”

  “Talk? Not many animals want to talk with me.” Nepenthia strokes her delicate chin in consideration. “Very well, Lucas, let us talk. What is the subject?”

  “My friend,” you say. “The feathered woman.”

  “Yes, she is very delicious,” says Nepenthia. “I can already taste her skin beginning to melt. Oh, do not make that face. It is very pleasant for her.”

  “Pleasant or not,” you say, stepping closer to Nepenthia and fighting not to be overwhelmed by her sweet scent, “I want to save her from your pitcher. What can I do to convince you to let her out?”

  “Your liquid,” she says. “I enjoy the liquid of many animals, but human is my favorite. Let me drain some of your liquid with one of my cups.”

  “Your… cups?” You ask, not sure you like where this is going.

  Nepenthia gestures to a vine as it rises beside her. Instead of a flower, it sports a long, slender, fleshy green cup rimmed with pink. The opening for the cup is a narrow mouth lined with plump folds. The inside of the cup glistens with honey. The cup has a distinctly sexual appearance, as if it grew to resemble a woman’s cove separated from her body.

  “You simply place your penis into my cup and let it suck out your liquid,” she says, teasing her finger at the opening of the cup. It gently closes on her finger and opens against when she pulls back.

  “I’m not sure,” you say, feeling as if sticking your cock in that thing would somehow doom you.

  “Well then, a simple kiss would also suffice,” she says. “You could pucker up and give me a juicy kiss on the lips.”

  She puckers up, showing off her full, soft lips. Your cock jerks again at the thought of kissing the beautiful plant girl.

  “Or you could do neither and let your poor feathered girlfriend melt into nothing,” she says. “It does not matter to me which you choose.”

  What do you do?

  Attack

  Give the plant girl some of your liquid

  Give Nepenthia the kiss

  Parley

  “This does not have to end with one of us dead,” you say, maintaining your guard and keeping your distance from the Succubus Queen. “I believe you. About Theora and Veleda. But I am not giving you the sword.”

  “Then this ends with you dead,” says Rachelle. “It is as simple as that. I need to root my power in that sword and if you will not give it to me, I will take it.”

  She lunges towards you, reaching for the sword. In a flash of silver, you take off her right hand. She howls with anger. Her severed hand smolders for a moment and bursts into flames that quickly consume it and reduce it to ash. With a crunch of bone and a pop of tendons re-stringing, Rachelle grows a new hand in an instant. She curls her fingers, her nails sharp enough to serve as claws.

  “I cannot be killed in this place,” laughs Rachelle. “Chthona bends to my will.”

  “You don’t have to bow down to this creature,” you shout to your mother and sister. “She is evil. She will use you and discard you.”

  “I love them like my daughters,” hisses Lady Rachelle. “You know nothing of the bond I have with them, because you are a man and men destroy. They do not create. They do not nurture.”

  It is your turn to howl with rage as you charge at her, swinging your sword wildly. She ensnares you with her tail, pulling your legs out from under you and knocking you to the floor. You mother and sister laugh and the Succubus Queen saunters towards you, her tail wrapped tightly around your legs.

  “It is over, Lucas,” she says. “Hand over the sword and I will make it quite pleasant for you.”

  It is as you are on your back, listening to your mother and sister mock you and Rachelle gloat, that you peer up at the ceiling of the chamber and see your mother and sister. Again? They are hanging from the ceiling bound up in chains, their mouths gagged and their eyes wide with terror as they watch your battle with the succubus queen.

  Rachelle has been lying to you all along! These two slutty women are not your mother and sister.

  “You’re right,” you say, looking to your mother and sister. “I should just giv
e her the sword.”

  You reverse the sword in your grasp and hold the handle out to Lady Rachelle. She smiles triumphantly and reaches for the weapon.

  You reverse the sword again in a flash and slice Rachelle’s hand off. As it bursts into flames, you hack through her tail and free your legs.

  “Fool!” The Succubus Queen snarls, her countenance becoming terrible and her wings spreading wide. “I will flay you from the top of your head to the tip of your cock. I will pull out your entrails and—“

  You swing your sword with such force that it slices off her head with a single blow. Only the blade does not cut through Rachelle’s supple neck, it does not slice off her head, instead it produces a flash of blinding pink light. Unlike when you have captured other monster girls, the flash this time grows brighter and brighter, the sword shaking in your grasp as the light knocks aside your imposter mother and sister and spreads up to the ceiling to engulf your real family.

  You feel yourself being pulled into the light, screaming as you are drawn into the blade along with the others.

  You have won, haven’t you? You defeated the Succubus Queen. You do not understand what is happening as you tumble end-over-end through the bright pink light.

  CONTINUE >

  Use a special ability

  Parrying a few attacks from Lady Rachelle and dodging a few more proves that the Succubus Queen is faster than you and stronger than you. She also has the advantage of being on her own turf. You are going to need something to give you an edge. Something she won’t be expecting.

  You have mastered four special abilities which might prove useful against the Succubus Queen. Theora taught you Startle Eye, which allows you to call upon the holy power of Veleda to summon an explosive ball of light, hopefully blinding Rachelle. Because this power relies on your faith in Veleda, you are not certain it will work.

  Similarly, Dervish Strike allows you to focus your righteous fury and transform yourself in a whirlwind of slashing attacks with your sword. The hope is that you will strike so quickly and with such ferocity that Rachelle will not be able to block or dodge your onslaught. Will it work in the underworld? You don’t know.