The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “You think to smite me with my own blade!?” She launches towards you. “I will flay your flesh for a century! I will burn you from the inside out!”

  You know you cannot defeat a goddess, but you know that she is powerless in the godless realm of Chthona. Your mind reeling with fear and anger, you turn from the goddess and leap through the oily curtain. You plunge headlong into the underworld, leaving behind the howling goddess, your wounded lover, and your mortal realm.

  Veleda cannot reach you here.

  Nothing can reach you in the underworld of Chthona.

  CONTINUE >

  Refuse to hand over the sword

  After all you have been through, all you have lost, this arrogant queen thinks you will surrender your most potent weapon by dangling your mother and sister in front of you? You look away from their provocative outfits and lustful eyes. Why are they behaving in this way? Have they turned to evil or are they under Lady Rachelle’s spell?

  “No,” you say. “I will not hand you the Holy Sword of Veleda!”

  “The Holy Sword of Veleda?” She mocks your tone. “I made that sword. The bitch stole it from me ten thousand years ago and she has been passing it around to her lapdogs ever since. That palace you spend all your time in fucking your slaves? That was mine! Hina was my creation!”

  “You lie!” You shout, brandishing the sword as if to parry her words.

  “Lies? You have been fed nothing but lies by Veleda and Theora, although, well done seducing the angel away from her mistress. I see now why I like your mother so very much.”

  “Do not speak of Theora or my mother,” you warn and point the tip of your blade at Lady Rachelle’s breasts.

  “Veleda never intended you to reach my throne room and certainly not with my sword in hand,” says Rachelle, apparently unimpressed with your threat. “Lucas, have you ever wondered who it was that killed your father?”

  “My father… fell ill and died,” you say, the tip of your sword dropping just a fraction of an inch.

  “Your mother knew better,” says the Succubus Queen. “She swore off magic when she married your father, but she knew enough still to true see his body. She knew he had been cursed by a god. A pox was placed upon him by one of that god’s servants.”

  “No,” you say and take a step back.

  “It’s true,” says your mother. “That angel you journeyed with poisoned your father under the orders of Veleda.”

  You stagger back another step.

  “Yes, he sees it now,” says the succubus. “Your mother was never supposed to know. The angel came for your mother in her bed, but your mother escaped. She knew the truth, so she conjured me and journeyed with me to Chthona. She released the monster girls upon the world.”

  “Why? No, this cannot be true,” you say.

  “It is, Lucas,” says your mother. “And it has only just begun. Hundreds and thousands of monster girls are waiting to be unleashed upon the world. We will end the reign of the cruel human gods and Lady Rachelle will ascend to full godhood. She will becomes a glorious monster goddess to rule over mankind and the monsters.”

  “And I will rule from that,” says the Succubus Queen, pointing at the sword in your hands.

  “Why? Why did Veleda do it?”

  “She needed a champion,” laughed Rachelle. “As she ever does. Once or twice a century she must create some crisis and summon a weak human champion to battle the monsters. She got her champions and I gave her the crisis she desired. One far more dangerous than she had anticipated.”

  “No,” you mutter, drained by the truth of her word, the sword trip dropping to the polished floor.

  “I have protected your mother and sister from Veleda,” says Lady Rachelle. “Join us. Surrender to me and I will reward you with eternity.”

  “Do it, Lucas,” says your mother, reaching towards you. “Let Lady Rachelle rule.”

  “All hail the Succubus Queen,” agrees Genevieve, her hands stroking your chest.

  “No!” You shove your mother and sister back. “I don’t know what is truth or lies, but I know the evil you have done. I have seen it. This ends now. I will strike you down and seal this horrible place away forever. No more monster girls will be released onto the surface.”

  “You enslave them for your pleasure in your palace!” Lady Rachelle rages. “In MY palace! You are no better than that thief goddess.”

  “I will strike you down,” you say, gripping your sword tightly in both hands.

  Your sister and mother moan with horror. Lady Rachelle slips behind them, stroking them as she says, “I am sorry, but I must destroy him.”

  Your mother wails. Genevieve cries out and drops to her knees. You face the Succubus Queen, alone and resolute.

  What do you do?

  Wait

  Parley

  Attack

  Use a special ability

  Use an item

  Surrender

  Use the Holy Symbol of Veleda

  Even if Veleda has turned her back on you, her benevolent message is real. To heal the sick and protect the weak and less fortunate is part of the covenant of mankind. You believe in that, whether it is derived from a goddess or it comes from within.

  You dodge another attack from the Succubus Queen and reach into your borrowed tunic, yanking free the golden symbol of Veleda. You feel stronger and more confident as you grasp the intertwined serpents. Even if everything was a lie, if Theora murdered your father on Veleda’s orders, you believe in fighting for what is right.

  You hold the symbol out and it glows brightly in your hand. Lady Rachelle howls and recoils, her beautiful face twisting into monstrous anger. For a moment, you think you have weakened her. You take a step towards her and she snaps back to her arrogant and yet alluring posture. She lashes out so quickly with her sharp-nailed hand that you barely see the movement. She plucks the holy symbol from your grasp and the light is snuffed out. She tosses the necklace aside.

  “Really?” She sneers. “You turn to that murderous, self-righteous cunt? And where is she now?”

  Rachelle grabs you by your shirt and her wings snap open. You let out a cry as she wings into the air, dragging you with her, spiraling up towards the ceiling. You cry out as you realize she is flying you towards two female figures chained to the ceiling, their bodies stripped naked and their mouths gagged. They are both naked and staring at you in horror.

  “What… what about…?” You crane your neck and look down at the floor far below you. Your mother and sister have transformed into succubuses that bear no resemblance to your family. They were imposters!

  “Veleda did this to your mother and your sister,” laughs Rachelle, swooping closer to Genevieve and your mother.

  “No, you put them on the ceiling like that,” you cry, barely holding onto your sword.

  “I only wanted them to see your foolish destruction, Lucas,” says Rachelle. “Once they saw you were a fanatic of Veleda, that your mind was gone and you are a man like all the others, bent on destruction. Then they would understand why I had to feast upon your soul. They would understand and join my succubi army to overthrow the world of men.”

  You reach out a hand towards Genevieve, seeing tears glistening in her blue eyes.

  “Oh, how very touching,” laughs Rachelle. She calls out to Genevieve, “Do not fear. I will not make him suffer. And you, my dear, will soon be one of my beloved daughters.”

  The Succubus Queen twists your arms behind your back, causing you to cry out in pain and drop the Holy Sword of Veleda. The succubus that had been impersonating your mother launches into the air and catches the relic sword before it hits the floor. She flies it over to Lady Rachelle and bows her head as she passes the sword to the Succubus Queen.

  “Very good,” laughs Rachelle. “Oh, I feel the power coursing through this weapon. An entire world in my hand.”

  “You won’t win this,” you gasp. “There will be other heroes. Other swords.”

  “Perhaps,” say
s Rachelle. “And perhaps I will swallow their souls like I intend to swallow yours.”

  Your mother and sister moan against their gags. Rachelle casts a glance in their direction.

  “Come, Lucas,” she says, winging away from your mother and Genevieve, “I will take you somewhere more private.”

  You have little choice in the matter as she flies out through an opening near the top of the pyramid and into the massive cavern containing the demonic temple. You try not to look down at the steaming lake far below. Rachelle brings you to a small cave, cooler than the surrounding chamber, and lit by hundreds of glowing violet caterpillars nearly as big as your arms. They cover the ceiling and walls of the chamber, slowly and seemingly aimlessly making their wave over the surface.

  “This is where I bring my prey sometimes,” says the Succubus Queen, dropping you lightly onto a bed of soft fronds. “They are Cataphrian Stingworms. Do not worry, they are mostly tame. They remind me of my home in the Cursed Tunnels of Eruoan.”

  “You are an elf?” You say, not noticing the distinctive pointed ears of elves.

  “I was the slave of an elf,” say Rachelle. “Long ago. He was impossibly cruel. He made me what I am.”

  “A demon?”

  “Vengeful,” says Rachelle, settling onto the bedding with you. “But not against you, Lucas. Oh, no, I am vengeful against the goddess who turned you into what you are as well. I must defeat her champion.”

  “I was here for my family,” you say. “That is all that is important to me.”

  “Aw, how adorable,” she says, sticking out her lower lip sympathetically. “But they are my family now. They will soon be my daughters, transformed into succubuses like all the other women who enter my realm.”

  “You are no better than Veleda,” you say bitterly.

  “Unfair,” says, Rachelle and her armored lingerie melts from her body and dissipates in wisps of sweet-smelling smoke. Even with your heart full of hatred for the Succubus Queen, you cannot look away from her sensual perfection. Her huge breasts dangle between her arms as she climbs onto her hands and knees, a seductive smile on her face and a glow in her violet eyes. Her breasts give way to a slender waist that widens into wide hips and an ass so luscious round and creamy that it resembles an onion.

  “I would never have one of my minions tear you apart,” purrs Rachelle. She crawls between your legs and runs her hand over your bulging cock in your trousers. “I want you to enjoy the inevitable. I want you to want this.”

  “Never,” you whisper, even as you tremble and your cock twitches in your trousers.

  “Mmmmmm, I want you to take me like a man, Lucas,” she says, working your belt and unbuttoning your trousers. She frees your hard, crimson cock and wraps her perfectly soft hand around your shaft. Her touch buzzes in your sensitive flesh as she begins to gently wank your manhood. “Oh, yes, I know you want this Lucas. Do not just lie back and take it like some virgin or some old man. Caress me, kiss me, touch me, and fuck me.”

  She teases the head of your cock with a fingertip and adds, “After all, this will be the last time you have the chance to fuck anyone.”

  “Y-yes,” you say, your cock twitching in her deft hand. “Yes, I’ll do it.”

  “Ohhhh, yes, good boy,” she laughs with delight, releasing her hold on your cock. She begins to crawl atop you and drags the soft weight of her breasts against your manhood as she does. The sensation of her dangling breasts sliding over your cock is enough to make you cum. You moan and jerk your hips as her tits are pressing over your cock and your cum gushes against her creamy chest. You moan and thrust, making only partial contact with her soft mounds, your orgasm intense, but somehow unfulfilling because of it.

  “Gods,” you moan as she halts her climb just long enough for you to cover her breasts inc cum.

  “No gods here,” she coos, continuing her climb up your body, smearing your cum on your shirt as she crawls. “Just a naughty succubus in need of a good, hard fuck.”

  You think you cannot possibly rise to the occasion again only moment after spattering her cleavage with your cum. Then she kisses you, her sweet tongue thrusting into your mouth and her warm saliva as intoxicating as an elixir of lust.

  “Mmmmmmmm!” You moan against her passionate kiss, embracing her and pulling her against you as you explore her luscious body with your hands for the first time. You stroke her sides and hips and slide your hands around to her plump bottom, squeezing her ample globes as your cock stiffens fully and twitches with need.

  You roll her over and you are atop her in a moment, parting her thick thighs as you kiss her lips, her neck, and work your way lower. You gather her huge breasts in your hands, burying your face against them, ignoring the odd smear of your spunk to tongue her fat nipples and suck them each in trun. You kiss lower as she coos and writhes with pleasure. You press your hungry face between her creamy thighs and you breathe her sweet musk.

  “Oohhhhh, yes, Lucas,” she moans, resting a hand on the back of your head. “Taste me.”

  You lap eagerly at the hot folds of her cunt. You drink the fresh nectar of her pussy and explore her perfect demonic slit with your fingers and tongue. She bucks against you, thrusting her hot slit against your fingers and smearing your face with her sweet juices. You suck at her clit, gratified by each jerk and cry of her pleasure. You feel her orgasm rippling against your fingers, her pale body slightly luminous in the dark cave.

  “Fuck me, Lucas,” she moans, slowly relaxing back onto the bed of fronds.

  “Turn over,” you grunt. “I want to fuck you from behind.”

  “Oh? Naughty boy! You like my big ass?” She rolls over, lowering her face to the soft bed, her breasts mashed beneath her as she lifts her hips and presents her cream ass and her violet-tinged pink holes. Her pussy glistens with her need. You know that luscious ass and those delicate folds are your doom, as vicious as the fanged maw of any predator, but you cannot resist her now. You are drunk on her nectar and your crimson cock is throbbing with need.

  You take hold of Rachelle’s shapely hips and pull her back as you slam your cock into the hot cleft of her cunt. She howls with pleasure and you erupt inside her with that single stroke, pumping your seed into her clutching cunt. You can feel the unmistakable tug of her demonic feeding and see sparks of violet glowing around her folds. You cannot stop thrust, your hips spanking against her soft ass with each helpless stroke.

  “Ohhhhhhhh yes, Lucas,” she cries. “Yes! Feed me your cum! Feed me your essence!”

  “Oh, Rachelle,” you cry, desperately thrusting, your cock seemingly sucked deeper into her churning depths with every stroke. It feels as if you are falling, the pleasure only growing more intense as a second orgasm explodes through your body and you continue to spurt deep into her pussy. Her diabolical cunt squeezes and milks your spurting manhood. Her pitiless hunger feasts upon your life force.

  By your third orgasm inside her, spurting out a diminishing flow of your seed, you have stopped thrusting. Rachelle is bouncing her soft ass back against you, slapping her flesh against yours as she impales her drooling pussy onto your cock. Each squeeze of her folds sends another ripple of pleasure through your body and another weakening pulse of your life force.

  At last, you slump behind her, fall against her ass as you wither and sink into the darkness of oblivion. The last thing you feel is another orgasmic pulse inside her pussy. The last thing you hear is the succubus queen laughing with satisfaction.

  Your life and your adventure are at an end. You have given yourself to the succubus and there will be no rescue from the underworld.

  BAD END

  Use the Dervish Strike ability

  Theora always taught you to control your emotions, but without the divine inspiration of Veleda to fuel your abilities, your anger might be the key to unleashing your power. You allow your hatred build inside you as you square off against the arrogant Succubus Queen. She is beguiling, yes, but her lovely body and sensual movements cannot erase a
ll the pain she has inflicted upon you and others. To torment you with your mother and sister, to offer them up as sexual prizes to you in some perverse game, cannot be forgiven.

  “That look in your eyes would strike fear into a lesser demon,” purrs Rachelle. “But I have watched you, Lucas LeBlanc. I know your every weakness.”

  She caresses her armored bodice and the silver and lace melt away from her soft breasts. She cups them and plays with her fat pink nipples, tinged with violet.

  “Come here, Lucas,” she says. “Forget your worries and bury your face between my breasts. Pretend I am that angel you followed here, if it makes you feel any better.”

  “You are an abomination!” You snarl. “And I will defeat you!”

  She says something mocking, but your prolonged battle cry drowns out all other sounds. You let your hatred loose and swing with the ferocity of a man driven wild by cruelty. You swing again and again, your bones and muscles fused to the burning core of your anger. You spin as your blade flashes again and again, your body transforming into a lethal whirlwind of silver. You glimpse Rachelle, retreating in fear.

  “In the name of my mother and sister!” You shout. “In the name of Theora and Morelle and all those humans you have fed upon! I will destroy you, succubus!”

  She blocks your blows with her wings, which begin to break and become tattered as you slash across their leathery membrane. She parries some with her tail, but you slash at that as well until purple ichor is dripping from the wounds. With a last slash of your blade, you cut across her chest, opening a serious wound that sends her to her knees. Purple blood stains her pale breasts and she looks up at you, cringing in fear as you stop your blade a hair’s width from her neck.

  “It is over,” you growl, readying to take off her head.

  “Please! Don’t do it!” Your mother cries, tears dripping down her cheeks.