The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  It takes every bit of your willpower not to cry out as your mother and sister transform into a pair of succubuses. They are not your mother and sister at all, but two completely unrelated demonesses disguised as your family. The Succubus Queen does not gloat over you and only comes near you to wrench your sword suddenly from your grasp.

  “Get him out of my throne room and clean up this blood,” says Rachelle, her heeled, armored boots clicking on the floor as she saunters out of the throne room admiring the Holy Sword of Veleda.

  The full extent of your folly does not become clear until you are being dragged out of the throne room by the two succubuses that had posed as your mother and sister.

  “Do you think we should feed him to the bone sisters?” The question comes from the succubus that had impersonated your mother.

  “Nah, you can never tell when they’re hungry for flesh. Give him to the wormlings,” says the other succubus.

  The idea of being fed to either of these monstrosities stirs you from your torpor. You roll to your feet, kicking away both their clawed hands.

  “He lives!”

  “But the queen does not know! Let us take this feast for ourselves, sister!”

  The two demonesses moan with lusty glee and leap upon you, tearing off your bloody clothes as you struggle against them. In seconds, one has you pinned beneath her thighs and the other is vigorously riding your cock. You fight with them desperately, trying to get them both off your body, but the smothering scent of the demoness atop you is intoxicating. You yield to the hot, slippery pleasure of the other’s cunt, shooting hard and deep into her clutching pussy as you begin to pitifully lick the other’s cunt.

  They use you and feed upon you, drinking your seed with their kisses, their sucks, and their luscious, squeezing pussies. They seem to relish drawing you to the brink of death and giving you a few moments to regain your senses. All the same, it is over quickly, as they share the final blowjob that finishes you off, their tongues intertwine as you sputter out the last of your seed. They share your milky cum and your tingling essence with a final swapping kiss.

  You slump back, engulfed by the darkness of oblivion with no hope of rescue.

  Your adventure is at an end.

  BAD END

  The abandoned cottage

  The evening gloom of the jungle closes in on you as an impenetrable darkness. Only the faintest moonlight can be glimpsed through the overlapping canopy and the jungle sounds seem to deepen to an ominous growl. You hear things moving around you in the dark and your imagination is forced to conjure beasts that could rip you to pieces. Your anxiety grows as you stumble over creepers and blunder through thorns that rip at your tunic.

  “There,” whispers Theora. “I see a small clearing ahead.”

  You can see it too. The clearing allows a bit more moonlight to spill through the trees so that in the blackness of the jungle this spot ahead seems to faintly glow. Theora takes hold of your hand in the darkness and squeezes it reassuringly. If nothing else, you can see the beautiful angel’s pure white feathered wings in the darkness. Your spirits rise with each step you take towards the clearing, filling you with the brimming hope that there will at last be some relief from the oppressive darkness and lingering heat of the jungle.

  You reach the jungle’s edge, bursting through into the moonlight of the clearing, and your relief turns to dismay. There can be little doubt that this is a cursed place. You notice the skulls first, since they are mostly intact. Perhaps a dozen of them, some scattered atop pebbles and others almost completely overgrowing with mushrooms and vines. You spot a crumbling ribcage, the remains of a pelvis, and disarticulated leg bones that leave you to imagine a human torn to pieces by some jungle creature.

  The house at the center of this clearing is scarcely a cottage. Its rotten door hangs from its hinges and windows gape like empty sockets, weeds growing out from inside the cottage.

  “Not very inviting,” says Theora.

  “Maybe we should climb up in a tree and camp there,” you suggest, casting your gaze around the huge jungle trees.

  The rain seems timed to discourage this idea. It begins as a patter heard in the canopy above. You scarcely feel a drop, but you can hear it and see signs of it glistening on the trunks of the trees. Then, with a roar, the storm comes and the rain gutters down the jungle giants and slashes across the clearing. For all its rot, the roof of the cottage before you seems intact.

  The force of the rain preempts any further discussion. You and Theora run into the cottage, soaked in seconds, clinging to one another as you step into that dark cabin. Theora lights the cabin’s only room with magic and wards the windows and doorways with runes that glow for a moment in midair before fading into the gloom.

  You are surprised to discover that the interior of the cabin is mostly intact. There is even a bed, though its blankets and straw mattress are so musty and crawling with bugs that you throw it out into the rain to clear space on the floor. Pieces of broken furniture and a mildew-darkened painting speak to the previous occupants. You pick the family portrait off the floor and can just make out a tall, well-built man, a stern, but beautiful woman, and several children.

  “I really don’t want to think about what happened to these people,” you say, doing it anyway as you picture the skeletons outside in the clearing.

  “Humans were not meant to live in Saturana,” says Theora, taking the painting from you and setting it down with its face against the wall.

  “Yeah, that tends to be the problem with us,” you reply, giving Theora a wan smile. “We think we can go anywhere and do anything. Some people would see a place like this jungle as just another challenge.”

  “And you?” Theora asks, standing very close to you, her face lit by the gently bobbing light of the magical flame she created.

  “Saving my mother and sister are enough of a challenge,” you say. “After this, I think I would like to live in a city. Maybe I will go with my sister to the capital of Elzeheim. I saw it once when my father and I took her to join the wizard’s academy and I will never forget the red roofs and the way every street just led to another street, on and on, with people everywhere.”

  “You are not made for a city,” says Theora, stroking your back. “You should rebuild your farmhouse.”

  “Maybe. But not in St. Ingbert. I do not want to live there any longer.”

  Theora nods sadly. Something else seems to be weighing on her. You sit in the musty cabin, listening to the rain, your backs against the wall as you watch the entrance.

  “There will be great sacrifices needed to defeat the Succubus Queen,” she says. “Painful sacrifices.”

  You look at her and see that he silvery-blue eyes are glistening as if she is about to cry. You take her hands and squeeze them reassuringly.

  “I will not sacrifice you, Theora,” you say. You lean closer and kiss her and the sadness seems to melt from her. Your lips part and you taste the sweetness of her mouth, the warmth of her body radiating through her damp clothing. She pulls away after a moment and you sit beside her, listening to the rain and Theora’s murmured prayers to Veleda. Her words, spoken in the indecipherable tongue of angels, nevertheless comfort you.

  She stops praying and there is silence. Her voice is soft and close to your ear as she says, “Make love to me tonight, Lucas.”

  Though exhausted from your journey, you cannot refuse such a request. You see the need in her eyes; the need to connect with you again and to reassure each other in the midst of this terrible place. You shift to face her and you hear the clink of the potions given to you by Gretchen.

  “Of course,” you say to Theora, caressing her cheek. “Would you like me to use one of my potions?”

  Theora seems surprised by the offer, but a smile plays at her lips. She seems intrigued by the offer.

  “If it is your desire, Lucas,” she says, pressing her shapely body to yours. “Take me as you like. I need you.”

  Such a confession from the
angel is both exciting and worrying. It seems like weakness and Theora never shows weakness to you.

  What do you do?

  Make love to Theora

  Drink the blue potion and make love to Theora

  Drink the pink potion and make love to Theora

  Drink the swirling potion and make love to Theora

  Drink the swirling milk potion

  Everywhere you turn more of Nepenthia’s vines slash out of the jungle or creep from underfoot to try to snare you. Even when you manage to deflect her attacks with a cutting strike, you are being pricked with thorns and worn down with the effort.

  “This is amusing,” giggles Nepenthia, watching you somersault to avoid her vines. “I could spend hours at this game, but I am afraid you will not last more than a few more minutes.”

  If that, you think. You need a wildcard. Something unexpected. And there is only one potion that fits that description. Avoiding another of the plant girl’s attacks, you roll to your feet and quickly draw the bottle containing the swirling milk potion from the pouch on your hip. You pop the cork and tip the bottle to your lips, swallowing a large amount of the sweet, faintly salty potion in a single gulp. You stopper the bottle and return it to your hip as the potion warms your throat down to your belly.

  That heat gathers and builds and you feel the change coming over you with a sudden surge. Your body begins a transformation that sears through your muscles and alters your entire physique. Your muscles slacken and swell into enormous breasts that strain your tunic, your face changes to become delicately feminine, your waist narrows, hips widen, and your ass becomes plush and ample. No change is more dramatic than your cock, which splits in half along its length and becomes two cocks, one over the other, each as large as your former phallus.

  Nepenthia stands watching this transformation with curiosity, her vines temporarily halting their attack so she can observe what is happening.

  “You have become a girl human?” She giggles. “Oh, there are so many things I can do with a girl human.”

  Vines suddenly lash your arms, winding from your wrists up to your shoulders and stretching your arms wide apart. The buttons pop open on your tunic, exposing your heaving breasts. Nepenthia approaches, looking you over, caressing your cheek and running a sweet-smelling finger over your lips.

  “Yes, there are many thing I could do with you,” she coons, running her fingers down your neck to the shuddering mounds of your tits. She plays her fingers over the fat buds of your nipples and you suck in a breath.

  “I’ll let you do whatever you want with me,” you whisper. “Just let Theora go.”

  “I can do whatever I want with you,” says Nepenthia. “And the winged woman is too delicious to let go.”

  Her hand trails down your flat tummy to your trousers. Her leafy brow crinkles as she notices the bulge.

  “What is this?” She says, fingers pressing against your twin cocks through your trousers. “Your male flesh is intact. No… there is more of it! How curious!”

  She quickly unbuckles your belt and lowers your trousers and undershorts. Your twin cocks pop into view, jutting obscenely from your feminine hips, huge bollocks between your slender thighs. Nepenthia gasps at the sight of your cocks, aroused by her sweet scent and teasing touch.

  “Let her go,” you say. “I’m so much more interesting than her.”

  “Perhaps you are right,” she says, stroking your cocks with her fingertips and then grasping one in each hand. You moan as she tugs them roughly. “Very well, if you give me enough of your liquid, I will release you and the bird creature.”

  “My liquid?” You ask.

  “From these,” she says, squeezing your cocks and then releasing them. Her hands go to your breasts and she squeezes those as well. “And these. Enough to fill me with your delicious liquid. If you cannot make enough, well, I will have to eat your friend.”

  “I can do it,” you gasp. “But I don’t have any milk in my breasts.”

  “Milk? Oh, I can fix that,” says Nepenthia with a laugh. She takes a step back from you and two vines shoot towards you, each tipped with a hypodermic barb. The needlelike tips pierce the soft flesh of your breasts and sting you with tingling venom.

  “Ah, what is… what is happening?” You look down at your already enormous breasts and watch as your creamy mounds swell, fine veins appearing beneath the surface as your breasts grow heavier and heavier, your nipples swelling. Your mounds become painfully taut, almost as if they might burst, and then you cry out as your left nipples begins to spray out a fine mist of milk. A moment later, your right nipple does the same.

  “Oh!” Nepenthia cries out and darts forward. “It is going to waste!”

  She latches her mouth to your left nipple and begins to suck greedily at your spurting milk. The sensation of your warm cream spurting from your breast into her sucking mouth is strange and pleasant. A vine tipped with a fleshy cup slithers into view over Nepenthia’s shoulder and this latches to your right nipple. You feel a steady rhythmic suction from the cup and you can see your milk gurgling into it before being sucked up the translucent vine.

  “So sweet!” Nepenthia gasps.

  The sensation of having your breasts suckled and releasing your milk is too much. With a hoarse cry of pleasure, your twin cocks begin to jerk and throb, untouched. Cum shoots out of them both, spattering Nepenthia’s legs.

  “Oh, no, we mustn’t waste this liquid either,” she cries.

  She abandons your left breast, allowing another cup-tipped vine to descend from the jungle and latch to your breast. With both of your mounds being suckled, the plant girl turns her full attention to your cocks. She first licks up the cum you have already spurted and then begins to suck your cocks, moving back and forth between them.

  “No, no, this will not do,” she declares, stopping to admire your glistening cocks, already on the verge of erupting again. “I must not miss another drop. I will have to handle them both at the same time.”

  “W-what do you mean?” You gasp, pleasure surging from your nipples to your twitching cocks.

  Nepenthia rises to her feet, turns, and bends over at the waist. She looks at you over her shoulder and reaches a hand back to spread her firm little rear to expose her blushing pink asshole and the glistening pink folds of her pussy.

  “Two holes for two cocks,” she coos.

  “Oh, goddess,” you moan.

  Soft-sheathed vines rise from the ground and wrap around your cocks. These delicate tendrils guide your manhoods to Nepenthia’s holes as she backs onto your twin cocks. Your lower cock slides easily into her slick pussy and you groan as her warmth engulfs you. Your upper cock takes more pressure to overcome the tight clench of her anus. You briefly wonder why a plant girl even has an anus and then you are buried in the warm, tight, and surprisingly wet and slippery depths of Nepenthia’s asshole.

  You cum almost instantly. She rides back, laughing, her holes squeezing your twin cocks as you spurt again and again inside her. She does not stop riding you even as your orgasm recedes.

  “More,” she declares, bouncing her firm bottom against your feminine hips. “I need more liquid.”

  She rides harder and the cups of her vines suckle harder at your breasts, working to extract every drop of your milk. You only managed to hold back for a few seconds before you are cumming again, firing deep into Nepenthia’s luscious holes. Her body seems to drink your seed, leaving nothing to overflow as your twitching cocks pump in and out of her pussy and ass.

  The plant girl is insatiable and tireless, but you have only so much to give her. By the sixth orgasm, your cocks are beginning to hurt and your breasts are drained. She rolls her hips, bouncing on your raw cocks, looking back at you with her eyes pleading for more of your seed.

  “I can’t… can’t give you anymore,” you moan. “The potion… the potion won’t last much longer.”

  “It’s not enough,” says Nepenthia. “I need at least ten orgasm.”

  You cr
y out, as much in pain as pleasure, as your cock throb again and dribble cream into her suckling holes. It is the last orgasm you can manage.

  “I suppose I will just have to eat you and your friend,” says Nepenthia, sliding off your cocks.

  “What? I give you all of my liquid,” you gasp as her vines start to lift you off the ground.

  “Not enough,” she says. “I want it all.”

  As you are being lifted towards one of the pitchers, you realize she never intended to honor your agreement. She intended to digest you and Theora both in her pitchers. You hear the angel moaning and writhing in a nearby pitcher and anger surges inside you. This surge is accompanied by the fortuitous transformation back into a normal man. It happens so quickly that your arms slip free of the vines and you drop to your feet on the ground.

  Nepenthia is still turning to see what has happened when you ram the blade of your sword through her back. It would have driven through her to the hilt, but instead it puncture her and she disappears in a flash of bright pink light. You recoil, momentarily stunned. As you recover, you realize the crystal in the hilt of your sword is glowing.

  The vines begin to wither and the pitchers droop and burst open, spilling their contents into the clearing. Theora gasps and you hurry to her side. Her pale flesh is scalded pink and she seems delirious, but otherwise unharmed.

  “W-what happened?” She moans, lifting her head weakly.

  “Nepenthia,” you say, “a plant girl. She dragged you into one of her pitchers and was digesting you inside. I defeated her.”

  “Of course you did,” says Theora with a smile.

  You pick her up into your arms and kiss her lips. A faint golden glow suffuses you both and you feel your body by healed as Theora’s skin returns to normal. She is still a bit woozy from the poison, but with a wave of her hand she is wearing a fresh gown and looking much like she normally does.

  “We must continue on our way if we are to reach the mountains before sundown,” she says.