The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “I need his cock,” says your mother. She looks up at you, stroking your manhood and kissing your leaking tip. “Can you give me your cock, Lucas? Can you fuck mommy?”

  “Oh, mother,” you moan. “How do you even speak such things, let alone do them?”

  “How? Because I must, Lucas,” she says, rising and pushing you onto your back. “Because mommy needs your cock.”

  She climbs atop you, straddling your hips with her thick thighs as she lifts the red dress up and over her head. Her huge breasts dangling above you, lovely as you look up into your mother’s blue eyes. You notice something moving on the ceiling above, but then your mother slides down onto your cock, engulfing your hardness in her sweltering pleasure pit. She leans over you, practically shaking her huge, swaying tits in your face as she begins to ride you. Her pussy squeezes around you with every stroke and her big, plush ass smacks against your hips.

  “Ohhhhh, mommy,” you moan, reaching up to fondle her breasts that once flowed with mother’s milk for you. “Oh, it’s so good.”

  As your mother rides atop your cock, your sister crawls around to your head. She leans down and gives you several tingling kisses.

  “Oh, my sweet brother,” she moans against your lips, “I want you to taste me. Will you taste my pussy?”

  “Yesss,” you moan and your sister lifts her virginal white dress and climbs atop your face, straddling it and embracing your mother in a kiss. You grab hold of your sister’s peachy white bottom and bury your face against it, stuffing your nose in her sweet-smelling crack and lapping at the hot fruit of her cunt. Her nectar spills into your mouth and she cries out with pleasure in your mother’s arms.

  The sensual overload of having your cock ridden by your mother and your face smothered by your sister sends you over the edge. You cling to Genevieve’s pert bottom as you howl with pleasure, sliding your tongue from her sweet cunt and into her crack, tonguing her asshole as you explode deep into your mother’s pussy. With each orgasmic pulse you feel a powerful tug of something deeper. Violet starbursts sparkle in your vision and you feel profound ecstasy and gratitude as you mother rides your cock.

  “Don’t stop,” moans Genevieve. “Lick my ass, Lucas.”

  She pulls her ass apart so you can see your tongue rimming her pink hole and delving into her hot ass while her pussy spills its nectar on your chin. Your mother does not stop her riding. She works her hips and takes you closer and closer to another orgasm. You cry out again, your tongue deep in Genevieve’s ass as you spill more of your seed into your mother’s rippling cunt. You feel another intense wave of pleasure. This time, you feel weakened by it and your arms drop to your sides, too heavy to lift.

  Your mother dismounts from your cock and Genevieve dismounts from your face and you realize, to your horror, that both women have changed. They now sport horns and their faces have changed to reveal that they are not your mother and sister at all. You try to croak a refusal as they begin sucking your cock, taking turns deepthroating your throbbing hardness.

  Your head falls back on the stone floor and you find yourself looking up at the ceiling of the throne room. As you feel your orgasm building, you realize, to your horror, that your mother and sister ARE present in the throne room. They are hanging from the saliva, suspended by chains, alive and gagged, forced to watch everything that has just transpired.

  “Ohhhhh, Lucas,” moans the succubus impersonating your mother in your mother’s voice, “cum for us. “Cum in Genevieve’s mouth.”

  You can hold back no longer. You whimper sadly as your seed churns and erupts into the demonic mouth of the hungry succubus. With your cum, you feel her sucking out the last of your life force. Darkness flickers at the edge of your vision. You thrust into this false Genevieve’s mouth, shooting hard, your soul tumbling into her hungry mouth.

  And then the darkness is all around you and the last thing you hear is a contented moan from the succubus sucking your cock.

  She has devoured your soul and there will be no rescue coming in Chthona.

  BAD END

  Through a cursed and burning realm

  The heat of the jungle of Saturana is like nothing compared to the roaring furnace of Chthona. You step into a realm of burning lakes of fire, geysers of foul-smelling steam, and shadows that seem to boil with hateful life. Every tunnel and cavern is cast in the glow of flowing lava that bursts from walls and pulses in burning veins in the walls.

  You discard your tunic and then your trousers. You only wear your shorts for modesty and your boots to suffer the heat of the stone beneath your feet. You cross bridges through air hazed with the heat of an oven over oceans of burning rock and you crawl through tunnels so narrow you think they might be impassable, feeling as if your hair might set fire in the heat.

  You are certainly not alone in your journey. You spy hunched beasts that walk like upright oxen, their eyes dull and their interests elsewhere. You see great hordes of wretched, hairless men, mobbing together and moaning with their suffering. These groups terrifying you and cause you to creep with the utmost care, lest they see you and rip you limb from limb in jealousy or perhaps hunger.

  Worst are the terrifying female creatures that sometimes drive these mobs of men from place to place, lashing them with barbed whips and screaming in a language that makes your mind recoil in horror. The female creatures are giant and spindly-limbed, with bony wings of tattered leather and hideous, drooling faces. More than once, you witness one of these creatures picking up one of the men she is driving and eating him like you might eat a morsel of meat.

  Each time you are certain one of these creatures has caught you, it passes you by with disinterest. Even one of the huge witches, towering and clattering on her stilt-like legs, glances in your direction and then simply looks away, whipping at her herd of moaning men and continuing on. They are letting you pass, you realize. But pass where? Without Theora, you have no real idea where you are going. You simply continue on, doubtful that you could retrace your steps and escape through the scarlet curtain.

  The passage of time worries you, but you know many hours and perhaps days have passed by the intensifying thirst you experience. Your mouth goes dry and you consider attacking one of these horrifying demons to drink its blood like some vampiric beast. You also consider entering the sword and feasting with your companions, imagining a respite that you know you cannot take. Entering the sword and leaving it unattended in this realm would be a risk too great to take.

  You continue on, exhausted, but unwilling to surrender to fatigue. Through a perverse city of burning stone and howling madness, across a plane where burning statues rise and twist up from the cracked soil, and into a great, steaming hot spring that billows around you as you carefully leap from rocky pad to rocky pad.

  At the center of this scalding spring is a pyramidal temple that seems worked from brass and gold. You reach a staircase that ascends towards an entrance, forming a stone bridge across the churning heart of the hot spring.

  You do not see the succubuses until they have you in their clawed clutches. They swoop down from the darkness above and each takes hold of one of your arms, lifting you off your feet and laughing gleefully.

  “A human boy! At the queen’s temple?” The slender, pale demoness with black hair laughs cruelly as she lifts you by your left arm.

  “Do you feel him, sister?” Moans the voluptuous blonde holding your other arm. “He burns with life! A feast delivered to us!”

  “Put me down!” You cry desperately, your voice hoarse from thirst as you scream and kick your legs.

  The succubuses answer you with more laughter, carrying you through the air and onto a balcony that judge from one of the faces of the unholy pyramid. They drag you into a room reminiscent of a seraglio, with satin cushions and curtains to create layers of semi-privacy. All around you are the intoxicating sounds and smells of pleasure, mingling with rich incense, silhouettes of lovers visible through every curtain. It takes you a moment to realize that e
very figure you see is a succubus. All are beautiful and demonic, most female, but some with phalluses sprouting from between their legs.

  You moan helplessly as your captors drag you into a curtained area and toss you down upon the plush cushions. You reach for your sword, but black-haired demoness is holding your sword belt and the sword in her hand. She tosses it aside and stalks towards you, her violet eyes burning with lust.

  “He needs water, Liana,” says the voluptuous blonde, bringing a silver goblet and a pitcher covered in condensation. “We slake his thirst before we slake our own.”

  “Oh, boring, Syndra,” says the succubus with the silky black hair. “I was only going to take a bit from him. Just a taste. For now.”

  “I… I am here to see Lady Rachelle,” you say, crawling backwards across the cushions.

  “Sh-sh-sh,” shushes Syndra, moving behind you and bracing you against her huge bust straining at her scarlet corset. “Relax, human. You are safe now. Nothing to worry you.”

  “Yeah,” coos Liana. “Nothing more to worry you ever again.”

  The slender, raven-haired demoness crawls on her hands and knees in her black leather trousers and corset, her firm ass wiggling from side to side as she approaches. Despite your exhaustion and thirst, despite your need to save your family, the look of the succubus is intoxicating. You cannot tear your gaze away from her glowing violet eyes.

  “Have a drink,” murmurs Syndra, the sweet-scented softness of her breasts shifting as she brings the goblet around to your lips. “You will feel better with some water. Then we will all feel better together, won’t we?”

  “Mmmmmmm,” you moan, letting her press the cups to your mouth. You gulp the cold, clean water. You swallow again and again until the goblet is empty. Your thirst is not nearly parched. Syndra refills the goblet as Liana crawls between your legs and looks up at you as she begins massaging your cock through your sweat-soaked shorts. Despite your weariness, you rise to her touch, moaning as you gulp a fresh goblet of water.

  “Someone has a lot of seed waiting for us,” giggles Liana.

  “Take a little,” says Syndra, “but don’t be greedy, sister.”

  “S-stop,” you moan, water spilling down your cheeks. “Don’t… don’t do this. Let me go.”

  “Awwwww, you don’t want to go,” teases Syndra, leaning her face over yours. “You want to have fun with us. We’ll make you feel really nice.”

  Exquisite warmth envelops your cock as Liana slides your hardness into her gently sucking mouth. The sweet pleasure of that embrace is nearly enough to make you explode in an instant. You shudder as she takes you down her throat, tonguing your balls as she effortlessly sucks your cock. You struggle weakly, trying to escape, which only seems to press you deeper into Syndra’s welcoming cleavage. She leans her face over yours and kisses you upside down. Her tongue thrusts into your mouth and you feel an intense surge of pleasure as she begins to feed on your essence.

  The sensation of your life force flowing into Syndra’s mouth is enough to drive you to your peak. You cry out against her hot, sweet, smothering kiss and explode into Liana’s mouth. Your cock pulses again and again, spunk flooding her mouth as you release your essence in powerful throbs of ecstasy. Syndra’s feeding is steady and Liana gulps down massive mouthfuls of your life force with each spray of your seed.

  “Mmmmmmm, dodn’t take too much,” moans Syndra, breaking her kiss with you. “I want to ride his cock.”

  “Oh, it’s so delicious,” moans, Liana, sucking every drop of your orgasm from your cock and rolling your spunk around her mouth with her tongue. The two succubuses lean over you and kiss, sharing your load of cum back and forth until they have swallowed the remnants. Liana shifts atop you, straddling your face. You cry out as her bare, black-thatched cunt descends onto your mouth. You cannot help but tongue her sweet pussy as Syndra climbs atop you and rides down onto your cock.

  You are lost. Beaten. Pleasure becomes your only concern as the two succubuses use your cock, your tongue, and your essence to slake their thirst for your soul. Some part of your duty to your mother and sister surfaces in your mind. You moan, “Lady Rachelle.”

  “Wait, he is speaking again,” laughs Liana.

  “Let’s hear what he has to say,” says Syndra, stopping her ride atop your cock, but still squeezing you in the steamy walls of her pussy.

  “What is it, silly little boy?” Liana asks leaning her pussy back from your face so you can answer her.

  You look up at her, the nectar of her cunt still sweet on your lips, and you manage to say, “Lady Rachelle, ohhhh, has my sister and mother. She is keeping them prisoner. She knows…”

  Your words trail off and as you erupt again inside Syndra’s rippling pussy, you moan, “I’m coming.”

  “Oooooh,” moans Syndra, resuming her ride atop you as you fill her slick pussy with your cum. “Yes you are, you naughty boy.”

  “Wait,” says Liana, completely dismounting from your face. You gasp for air, even as your cock continues to twitch and spurt inside Syndra’s pussy. You look up at the raven-haired succubus, now standing over you with a lock of concern. She turns to her friend, still bouncing on your cock, and says, “Get off of him. Do you know who this human is?”

  “No, but he has so much essence,” moans Syndra, continuing to ride your cock, her inner walls milking your hardness.

  “He is Lucas LeBlanc,” hisses Liana, fear creeping into her voice.

  “Lucas… LeBlanc?” Syndra’s hips stop moving and you feel her pussy tense around you. “The boy the queen is waiting for?”

  “Yessss,” hisses Liana. “Now get your jiggling rump off of him before you kill him! We must bathe him and drag him down to the throne room.”

  Your lusty interlude is ended as they drag you to a scalding hot spring and dunk you beneath the bubbling water. Syndra climbs into the water with you, scrubbing you with a sponge that further strips off the grime that has accumulated on your body during the journey through the underworld. It hurts so much it feels as if she is trying to draw blood.

  “Alright, I’m clean,” you cry, pushing her away and clambering out of the hot spring. Liana is waiting to towel you off. The two succubuses dress you in a pair of cream-colored trousers and a black button-down shirt with epaulets of gold braid. They provide you with a pair of riding boots that fit remarkably well. Syndra even tries powdering your face and combing your hair like you are going to a royal court.

  “Enough of this,” you say, shoving the demoness away.

  “Oh, he’s a feisty one after he’s had a bath,” says Syndra. “Wasn’t so bossy when his cock was buried in my—“

  “Enough of that,” warns Liana. “If the queen catches wind we fed on him she’ll have our heads.”

  “And I’ll tell her,” you say, standing up straight. “Unless you give me back my sword and take me to her right away.”

  The succubuses exchange a look and Liana shrugs.

  “If he tries to attack her with it, she will just kill him,” says the raven-haired succubus.

  “Right, she’s probably going to kill him anyway,” agrees Syndra.

  They hand you your sword belt and sword and you set off with them through the pyramidal temple of the Succubus Queen. They transform their costumes to decadent, erotic finery; lace swaddles their curves and they walk on high-heeled boots. Their heels click on red-veined marble floors and moans of pleasure and pain echo up through the brass walls of the temple.

  A succubus in banded crimson armor stands beside a door crafted from solid gold. She steps forward, still somehow alluring in her collar-to-ankle armor, and she blocks your path, menacing you with a sharpened war fork.

  “Halt, mortal!” Shouts the armored succubus.

  “Oh, back off, Mirissa,” says Syndra. “This is Lucas LeBlanc.”

  “Is it?” The succubus guard lowers her weapon, but approaches you warily. She looks you over. “He seems a bit pale. Have any of the girls been feeding on him?”
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br />   Liana casts a worried glance in your direction.

  “No,” you say. “It has been an arduous journey.”

  “Mmm, I bet,” says Mirissa. “Very well, Lucas LeBlanc. You may enter.”

  “What about us?” Demands Syndra. “Isn’t there some sort of reward?”

  Mirissa eyes the busty blonde succubus with contempt.

  “I can pass along that you expected to be bribed for doing your duty to the mother of us all,” says Mirissa, contempt in her tone and in her violet eyes. “Would you like to wait here?”

  “N-no,” says Syndra, taking a step back.

  “We were leaving,” says Liana, taking her sister by the arm. “No need to tell Her Majesty who brought him.”

  Mirissa watches them go, then turns the handle of the huge golden door and swings it slowly open. The hinges are silent and the gold finely-polished. The armored succubus stands aside and you see into the throne room of the Succubus Queen.

  Lady Rachelle sits atop a finely wrought throne so delicately crafted that it appears to be made of gold lace. The Succubus Queen is the most beautiful thing you have ever looked upon. Her flesh is a pale gold, her eyes glowing with malevolent violet beauty, her smile winsome and her body a living fantasy of perfection. Her gaze meets yours and she rises slowly from her throne, elegantly, her legs the perfect length for her curvaceous body.

  She wears an intricate costume somewhere between jewelry and armor that leaves little to the imagination. Her breasts bulge from beneath the spiked chest piece and the groin piece is hardly big enough to cover her mound. She wears such a lewd costume with absolute confidence, tossing her long, white braid of hair behind her back as she strides towards you.

  Even her demonic aspect is comely. Her horns seem to be polished soapstone and her wide wings, stretching behind her, are immaculate pink held taut on delicate ribs. Her tail is curls around hip and winds down her leg like a serpent, the lewd tip with glistening petals as inviting as any woman you have ever known.