The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “No, I need more,” moans Theora, turning and dropping to her knees. She grabs hold of both of them a bit roughly, wanking them and then leaning down to lewdly slurp one into her mouth.

  “Wait, ah, they’re still sensitive, AH!”

  But Theora does not relent and in seemingly a few seconds she has both of your cocks hard and wet again. She climbs atop you, playing with your tits as she straddles your hips and slides down onto your hard cocks. Her cum-lubed holes take every inch you have to offer and she begins to ride you, vigorously.

  “Oh my god,” you cry, reaching up to fondle her breasts, making a mutual circuit with her. She pinches your nipples and you pinch hers. You thrust your hips and she arches her back and thrusts hers. Sharing that mutual pleasure, staring into each other’s eyes, you ride to a climax together. You explode into her angelic pussy and ass for a second time. Or is it a fourth time? As your cocks pump her full of your seed, her tight holes clench tighter, inner muscles rippling with her wailing pleasure.

  You collapse together, kissing and filthy, laughing with each other right up until the change begins. She strokes you and holds you against her breasts as you grunt and cry out, your body fusing back into its previous shape.

  “I think,” you gasp, catching your breathing, “that the fun is over.”

  Your solitary cock is flaccid and does not seem willing to stir. She prods it gently with a finger.

  “Two was better than one,” she coos, kissing your lips and then your shoulder. “You filled me up so well. I don’t know if I’ve ever cum like that.

  You embrace her and kiss her, ignoring the implication that you are less than satisfying when you have not been quaffing Gretchen’s potion.

  You fall asleep with her in your arms. You are awakened some time later, sore from sleeping on bare wood. You realize Theora is no longer asleep. You sit up and see her kneeling in the doorway, her head bowed and her hands clasped in prayer. You can hear her speaking and you strain to make out her words.

  “Do not make me do it,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. “Please, my goddess, please do not make me. I cannot.”

  You want to call out to her, to ask her why she is saying this, but you dare not interrupt her communion with Veleda. Before long, she ceases her prayers and returns to your side. Her arm wraps tightly around your back and she presses her cheek to your chest.

  Sleep returns, but it is troubled by your worries about Theora.

  CONTINUE >

  Use the Lure of the Lily ability

  You are being overwhelmed by attacks from Nepenthia’s vines. Maybe she wants a living meal and would abandon her attacks if she thought she had killed you. It seems as good a plan as any you can come up with.

  You slash and hack at the vines attacking you, waiting for the right opportunity. You spot a vine whipping at your face and you lurch into the attack, taking the blow on your throat. You make a loud gagging sound as you pivot away and drop to the ground. You convulse for a moment and then become still. By concentrating, you keep your breathing extremely shallow.

  “Lucas?” Nepenthia approaches you cautiously. “Did I hurt you?”

  She is just out of reach. You hold your sword loosely, ready to tighten your grip and strike. But she needs to step closer. A vine nudges you and you continue to feign death.

  “Awwww, I play too rough sometimes,” she says. “We could have had so much fun together.”

  Vines suddenly wrap around your sword and pluck it from your grasp. More seize your legs and drag you across the ground. She lips you up into the air and drops you heavily into one of her pitchers. You cry out in pain as you fall badly on your shoulder and nearly dislocate it with the impact.

  “Lucas!” Nepenthia cries. “You are still alive!”

  She appears at the rim of the pitcher as you look up. She smiles sweetly as there is a glug and the pitcher begins to fill with pleasantly warm amber liquid. It rises around your ankles and up to your knees in seconds. The liquid soaks into your skin and spreads wonderful warmth. To your surprise, it also causes your cock to stiffen. You can think of nothing other than pleasure.

  “That’s right,” coos Nepenthia, watching you as you begin fumbling with your belt. “Enjoy yourself, Lucas. Enjoy it as you melt away to nothing.”

  You know it must be something to make creatures trapped in her pitchers docile, but knowing that and overcoming the potent poison in your thoughts is a different thing. Even though you know Theora is dissolving in a pitcher next to yours, even though you know you will melt down into food for the plant girl, you cannot stop yourself.

  “Ohhhh, Nepenthia,” you moan, stroking your cock as the liquid rises up to your waist.

  Not even the fresh pain in your shoulder can discourage you from the pleasure you are feeling. You sink down into the bath. You smile stupidly and writhing against your hand as you pump your seed into the amber colored liquid. The fleshy pink insides of the pitcher echo with your pitiful moans of pleasure and the slosh of the fluid as you squirm and writhe.

  There is no escape or mercy. You can hear Nepenthia laughing faintly from the jungle, but you do not care if she is mocking you. All you care about is the mindless, overwhelming pleasure. By morning, there is nothing left of you but the golden necklace of Veleda.

  CONTINUE >

  Use the holy symbol of Veleda

  You dodge another flailing flurry of vines from Nepenthia. Praying to the goddess, you reach into your tunic and grasp the comforting weight of the golden necklace. You kiss the intertwine serpents and hold the amulet out towards the plant girl.

  “In the name of Veleda, she of mercy and strength, I rebuke you!” The holy symbol begins to glow faintly in your grasp. You can feel the holy light of the goddess struggling to break through the jungle canopy. Another wellspring bursts forth from within you and the amulet begins to glow brighter.

  “The light is wonderful,” coos Nepenthia, “but I cannot digest that silly piece of metal.”

  A vine lashes out and strips the necklace from your grasp. You shout, trying to grab it back from her, but she tosses the golden amulet into the jungle.

  “Sorry, Lucas,” she says, vines wrapping your arms and picking you up off the ground, “but no more silly tricks like that. It is time for you to join your feather girlfriend in one of my pitchers.”

  “No, please,” you cry, kicking and struggling.

  “Oh, I’m not mean,” says the plant girl as her vines carry you to one of the pitchers and hang you in the air above its yawning mouth. “I will give you something pleasurable to keep you company. How about one of my thirsty vines?”

  A vine appears from the jungle. On its end is an oblong cup with a slit-like opening, this is surrounded by fleshy lips resembling swollen cuntlips. Honey drools from the opening of this obscene appendage.

  “N-no,” you cry. “Not that! Please! Just let us go and—“

  Your pleas are answered by a laugh from Nepenthia as her vines drop you into the pitcher beneath your feet. You cry out and drop into the fleshy chamber. The vine with the cup on one end descends with you. When it comes close, you bat it away. Amber liquid gurgles out of recessed channels and begins to fill the pitcher. You press back against the pitcher’s pink inner wall, searching for some sort of means of escape, but the wall is slippery and angled inward at the top, making escape impossible.

  “Please, goddess,” you moan.

  The level of the amber liquid rises from your feet to your knees and up to your waist. As more of your body is submerged, your clothing soaked, you feel a wave of warmth and pleasure wash over you. The need to resist fades and is replaced by an intense need for pleasure. Your body becomes hot with lust and your cock grows incredibly stiff. You strip off your clothing and begin to wank your cock. The obscene vine descends again, dripping with lubrication, offering its fleshy lips for your pleasure.

  “Yessss,” you groan, grabbing it and thrusting into its fleshy opening. The warmth of it is incredible and i
t immediately sucks tightly to your groin. It begins to rhythmically pump your cock with suction, working your swollen tip down to your shaft and making lewd wet sounds as it slurps hungrily.

  “Ahhhhhhhh!” You cry out as you are struck by an orgasm after only a moment. You spurt heavily into the vine’s cup, shooting out a massive load that leaves your legs trembling. You sink back into the amber liquid, the vine submerging with you and continuing to suck your cock.

  You stew in pleasure, that general ecstasy punctuated with the intermittent but sharp, pneumatic pump of an orgasm into the vine. Your eyes close and you lose track of time. Your limbs soften and stop working. The warmth is all around you. Somewhere, nearby, Theora is moaning just like you as she bathes in the juices inside her pitcher.

  As she, like you, dissolves into nothing.

  CONTINUE >

  Call upon Oola to battle the yegrilla

  This brute can impregnate most of your monster girls, ruling out the likes of Theora or Gretchen. You are fairly certain there is at least one of the monster girls immune to being knocked up. You hold the sword over your head and shout, in a commanding voice, “Oola emerge!”

  There is a flash of pink light and a blob of violet slime drops from mid-air, splashes on the ground, and reforms quickly into a wobbling mound of violet goo. The yegrilla moves warily, staring at the slime. The familiar and very shapely body of Oola rises from the mound, the gelatinous mass consolidating into a lovely woman with a translucent body. Oola looks from the yegrilla to you, although it is always hard to tell where she is really looking.

  “Awooo?” She burbles. “You want me to beat gorilla, Lucas?”

  “Please, Oola,” you say. “Defeat this furry brute!”

  “You not defeat me!” The yegrilla hoots and hops up and down, slamming his fists into the ground. Oola burbles, apparently unmoved by his masculine display as she launches herself at the green-furred yegrilla. He catches her in midair, slamming her to the ground and causing her body to splatter, deform, and reform around him, grabbing him with new arms.

  “This should be good,” says Theora with an amused smile on her face.

  The yegrilla, incredibly strong and filled with rage and lust, commences wrestling with the slime girl Oola, who is fearless, excitable, and also quite lusty. The yegrilla pummels her body with punches that splatter her onto the ground. He lifts her up and tears her apart, only to have her reform around him, giggling as if it is all a game. He swings and flips and stretches her body, but he seems unable to hurt her.

  Then she wraps around his waist, her slimy appendages forming into her plump legs, her body become womanly once again, and his cock, hard and pink, buried inside her gelatinous cunt.

  “OOOoooooOOOooo!” The yegrilla hoots, realizing that his massive manhood is buried in the slime girl’s gooey pussy.

  “Awoooo!” Oola burbles with excitement and begins vigorously thrusting her hips and riding her translucent violet pussy atop his cock. He falls onto his back and she rides fully atop him, her huge gooey breasts jiggling and bouncing and splashing with each ride up and down his cock. The yegrilla stops fighting and grabs her generous slimy ass.

  “So slippery!” The yegrilla grunts and you have a prime view of the pink pillar of his cock submerged in Oola’s slimy slit. You can see her inner slime gripping him and swirling around him, drawing him towards his orgasm.

  “Awoo! Fuck me, mister gorilla!” Oola cries, tossing her slimy locks of goo and burbling with ecstasy.

  “Ahhhhhh! No hold back!” The yegrilla thrusts violently into her, pounding his cock upwards with such force it seems as if it might push all the way through her gooey body. Instead, his huge cock twitches violently inside her. A stream of milky seed pumps out, quickly spreading as a hazy cloud inside her jiggling body.

  “Awwoooo! Give me yummy juice!” Oola burbles happily, riding and squeezing the yegrilla’s spurting cock. Pump after pump fills her abdomen with a hazy opacity that slowly clears as she consumes his seed. It’s a familiar sight to you, but never one you have seen happen in such quantity.

  “Oh, is good,” moans the yegrilla.

  “Awoo, I want more,” croons Oola.

  She slithers and slides and reforms her body so that her hips and ass stretch out into a head and neck. Her pussy becomes her mouth as the rest of her consolidates between the yegrilla’s furry legs. She begins lewdly sucking his cock, the length of it sliding down her neck and into her wobbling chest.

  “So good,” moans the yegrilla.

  “I think you’re rather enjoying this,” chuckles Theora, casting a glance down at your trousers.

  “It’s, um, stimulating,” you say, your face reddening with embarrassment.

  “Would this be more stimulating?” Theora murmurs, reaching down to your trousers and slipping a hand inside. You shudder as she wraps her grip around your cock and begins to stroke you inside your trousers. Your precum smears your undershorts as she leans her breasts against your arm and her lips beside your ear. “Do you like to watch a big, furry beast get pleasured by your favorite slime girl?”

  “Awwwwoooo!” Oola moans with delight even though her mouth is wrapped around the yegrilla’s throbbing cock. This confuses him, but he puts a huge hand on the back of her gelatinous head and guides her to bob up and down on him, taking him impossibly deep and licking his furry bollocks with her slimy tongue.

  “Ohhhh, Theora, that’s… I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you moan as your precum coats her hand and allows her to wank you with slippery fingers.

  “Shhhhh,” she hisses into your ear. “It’s alright. Watch them, Lucas. Enjoy your perverted show.”

  “OOOOooOOOoo!” The yegrilla hoots, thrusting his cock into Oola’s mouth and exploding down her neck and into her body. Spurts of cum dissolve into milky puffs inside her with each pump of his cock. He slows his savage thrusts and relaxes on the ground, his arms flopping to his sides as Oola continues to pleasure him.

  “Master?” Oola says, lifting her slimy head from the yegrilla’s glistening cock. “Can I do more fun to the hairy man?”

  “Um, yes, of course,” you say. “A bit more.”

  “No more,” groans the yegrilla.

  Oola ignores him, turning her back to him and presenting her big, jiggly, translucent ass and pussy. She slides his cock between her buttocks and feeds it into the translucent wrinkles of her gooey anus. He groans with helpless pleasure as she begins to ride her ass on his cock. Oola looks in your direction and smiles mindlessly as she bounces atop the yegrilla.

  The perverse sight of the plump, wobbling slime girl riding up and down the yegrilla’s cock is stimulating enough to drive you to the edge. Theora purring in your ear and stroking your cock certainly is not helping matters. You let out a strangled cry and your cock pumps your load into your shorts. The thick, filthy slime covers Theora’s fingers and gushes down your shaft.

  “Oooh, yes, Lucas,” she chuckles in your ear. “You are still a naughty boy after all we’ve done together.”

  “I am a naughty boy,” you agree as she squeezes out the last of your cum.

  Theora extracts her cummy fingers from your trousers and looks you in the eyes as she licks her hand clean. A few paces away, the yegrilla hoots weakly and you just manage to catch sight of his eruption into Oola’s wobbling buttocks. His cum pours into her slime, still plentiful, but greatly diminished from his first eruption.

  “Sooooo yummy,” burbles Oola.

  The yegrilla, dazed by pleasure, falls back into an exhausted slumber.

  “That’s enough, Oola,” you say, raising your sword. “Oola return!”

  With a pink flash, Oola vanishes, leaving you and Theora alone in the clearing with the snoring yegrilla. You slip past him easily, continuing in your journey towards the mountains. It won’t be much longer now before you have them in clear sight.

  Onward to the mountain stained red by the setting sun!

  CONTINUE >

  Call upon Yasme
en to battle the yegrilla

  You are not certain whether or not the yegrilla could make the huge lamia girl Yasmeen pregnant with his fertility rune. What you do know is that of all your monster girl companions you feel certain Yasmeen can physically overpower the yegrilla. She is twice the size of any human and her serpentine lower body is incredibly powerful.

  You hold you sword above you head and command, “Yasmeen emerge!”

  With a bright flash of pink light and a puff of smoke redolent of exotic spices, Yasmeen appears between you and the yegrilla. The ferocious brute staggers back in surprise.

  “What this creature?” He grunts, his brow furrowed with worry.

  Yasmeen towers over you both, her pale golden-skinned human upper half is that of a giantess, with enormous breasts barely held by a sling of fine gold chain, arms that could pick you and the yegrilla up at the same time, and a wide, smiling mouth that can open terrifyingly wide. Her serpent lower body is no less terrifying. Starting just below her human buttocks, the red scaled coils reveal her gold called underbelly. She slithers and circles around the yegrilla.

  “I am Yasmeen,” says the lamia. “I am known for my appetite. What are you known for, little gorilla man? Perhaps, your deliciousness?”

  To your surprise, the yegrilla steps towards her and pushes out his huge barrel chest.

  “I known for strength! All beasts fear me! I will make you my mate and you will love me!”

  “Oh, wonderful, well this should be fun,” she says, her reptilian eyes glittering with delight.