The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  You cannot resist her. You drop to your knees, your cock hard in an instant. You struggle to remember Theora’s face; to picture any woman other than the Succubus Queen. Lady Rachelle saunters towards you across her vast throne room, a smile on her beautiful face.

  “Rise, Lucas Le Blanc. You have come a long way, but we are together now.” Her words caress your ears and make your hardness twitch in your trousers. She holds out a delicate hand and says, “Give me the sword and you will be reunited with your mother.”

  “My mother?” You had forgotten her in the face of Lady Rachelle’s beauty.

  “Or your sister,” says Lady Rachelle.

  Your eyes widen as your mother and your sister, Genevieve, approach Lady Rachelle on either side. Your mother is bustier even than the succubus, a plumpness you recall withering away after your father’s death. Her health has clearly returned, her cheeks are rosy and her blue eyes are sparkling and clear. Only her smile lines and the lines at the corners of her eyes betray her age. She wears a clinging gown of ruby red that drapes invitingly off her ample hips and hangs from her breasts with a low cut to reveal her creamy cleavage.

  Genevieve is as beautiful as you remember her as well, her blonde hair a bit shorter, her face more youthful, but her curves nearly as lovely. She wears a similar gown to your mother, but in virginal white that seems obscene with her small nipples jutting beneath the fabric.

  “Mother?” You say, tears welling in your eyes. “Genevieve?”

  “We are here for you, Lucas,” coos your mother.

  “You want them, don’t you?” Lady Racehlle purrs, stroking her fingers down your chest to your belt. She teases a fingertip against the handle of the Holy Sword of Veleda. “You can have your mother. Or your sister. Perhaps both? Whatever you desire, Lucas LeBlanc. All you need is to give me your sword.”

  “Give her the sword,” whispers Genevieve. “And you can have me.”

  She takes a step towards you, her slender leg sliding through the slit in her skirt. She runs her hands over her soft mounds and down to her hips.

  “You can have anything you desire within the walls of my temple,” says the Succubus Queen. “Your mother has missed you. She has told me so much and is eager to please you. Genevieve loves you dearly. She has said you are brave and wise. She told me that you would surely know the right decision when you are presented with this choice. Now, hand me your sword and you may take any pleasure you desire.”

  The Succubus Queen holds out her hand and looks at you expectantly.

  What do you do?

  Hand over the sword and have your mother

  Hand over the sword and have your sister

  Hand over the sword and have your mother and sister

  Hand over the sword and ask for the Succubus Queen to pleasure you

  Refuse to hand over the sword

  Use your Dervish Strike ability

  You swing your sword back and forth, warding off Charlotte’s tentacles as she tries to probe your defenses. Your back and forth swinging accelerates as you begin to focus your righteous anger and murmur prayers to Veleda to give you strength. You speak your words, swinging faster and faster, and then you scream them, becoming a blur of rapid slashes, stabs, and slices.

  “Ooooooh!” Charlotte croons fearfully, her tentacles flicking and whipping to meet each of your strikes. “Such anger! Do not be so angry, little human boy! I will not hurt you!”

  “You are an abomination!” You roar, your blade flashing again and again like those silver fish that leapt from the river. Charlotte retreats towards the river’s edge, barely keeping up with your whirling, spinning, furious attack.

  Suddenly, one of Charlotte’s tentacles is wrapped around your sword arm. You are stopped mid-swing. You look down at your wrist and forearm and try to pull it free of her deep red tentacle. Another tentacle whips out and pulls the sword from your grasp. You cry out and Charlotte grins as she tosses the sword over her shoulder. It falls into the river with a splash.

  Your heart sinks, but you have little time to dwell on your sudden disarming. Charlotte croons excitedly and grabs you up in her tentacles. They tear at your clothing, stripping off your tunic, your trousers, and your underwear in seconds. A cool, slimy tentacle wraps around your cock, spreading slippery mucus and stroking you as your cock stiffens in the slimy embrace.

  “Are you going to behave now?” Charlotte scolds, tickling your nipples with her tentacles and coiling a slimy tendril up and down your hard cock. “Are you going to mate with me like a good human boy?”

  “N-no, please,” you say as Charlottes tentacles bind your arms and legs completely. “Let go of me.”

  “Oooooh, no! Not after you were such a bad boy swinging that sword around.” She knocks you on your back and is atop you in an instant. Her cool tentacles guide your cock to the intense heat of her cunt. She sinks down onto your manhood and you groan as her steamy inner walls contract around your stiff cock. She croons, “Such a big boy!”

  Charlotte rides atop you, her tentacles rippling and quivering as she rolls her hips and slides her hot cunt up and down your straining cock. She smiles at you, but there is no sympathy in her golden eyes. She is performing the task she must to breed herself with your hardness. You moan as your pleasure builds, swelling inside you like the pressure building beneath the ground before a geyser explodes. You are mesmerized by the sight of her luscious breasts heaving with each roll of her hips, slapping lightly as they rise and fall.

  “Oh, gods,” you moan, feeling your pleasure building. You strain against the tentacles binding you to the ground. You thrust upwards as much as those tentacles will allow, spearing your cock into Charlottes clutching cunt. You roar with pleasure as your orgasm erupts inside her.

  “Ooooooooh!” She croons, stroking your chest with her hands. “Oooooh, yes, fill me with your fertile human seed!”

  Her pussy milks your spurting cock, drawing out pulse after pulse of your seed until it feels as if you are cumming a second time immediately after the first. You groan and shake as she drains your cum with her squeezing pussy.

  When Charlotte finally slides off of you, there is no hope of escape. She keeps her tentacles wrapped around your legs and drags you into the river behind her. You cry out briefly before submerging in the rushing water. She drags you through the swift river, down into her underground hideaway. It is a buried grotto of lapping water and a mossy bed.

  “Here is where you will be my mate,” she says, depositing you onto the moss. “Now we are going to mate some more.”

  She is on you before you have finishing gasping for air from your swim through the river. As Charlotte pleasures her pussy with your human cock, you know you will never escape her clutches.

  “We are going to make so many babies,” she croons, riding atop you and driving you inexorably to your next massive orgasm.

  CONTINUE >

  Travel through the dense flowers

  “We go through the flowers,” you say, shouldering your pack. “At least we have some idea of what we are up against.”

  You and Theora set off down the hill and into the thicket of flowering plants. The burst fruit are like large, oblong apples with a ruff of bright red and yellow petals near the top. They look harmless, but you can see the partial remains of animals on the ground, dissolved wherever the nectar splashed onto their bodies.

  “Grisly,” you note. “I’ll be sure to keep my distance.”

  “A good plan,” says Theora, gesturing to a burst fruit you had missed. You step wide around it.

  Twice, you come close enough to the fruit to trigger their reaction. Both times you manage to avoid the sudden shower of nectar. Although the second time, Theora loses a feather and it is splashed with the nectar. You both glance back as the feather and quill from her wing hiss and dissolve into slime in scarcely a second.

  Beyond the burst fruit, you encounter saw-toothed plants that snap at you as you pass by, bright pink thorns that emit a strange melodious
sound, trees that are decorated with ribcages of animals, and huge flowers with the ape like reptiles that leap through the trees stuck into liquid.

  You reach a small clearing lit by a shaft of sunlight that spills miraculously through the canopy. There is a lovely sweet smell in the air, almost like a baking fruit tart, and you notice numerous vines sprouting red flowers. You approach one of the vines to get a better smell of the aroma.

  “Lucas, do not go near—“

  Before Theora can get the words out, vines lash out from behind her, wrapping her up like living ropes. She is dragged out of the clear and into the jungle. You cry out, drawing your sword and chasing after her just as vines lash out at you. With a swing of your sword, you manage to slice off the ends of the vines. You dodge a second attack and pursue Theora into the jungle.

  Thankfully, the angel leaves an obvious path through the foliage. You glimpse her white gown and know you are on the right path.

  “I’m coming, Theora!” You shout.

  More vines unwind from the branches of a nearby tree and try to grab at you as you pass. One successfully wraps around your sword arm, but you toss your sword into your other hand, catch it, and hack off the vines. You continue your pursuit, smashing through a final barrier of foliage and stumbling into another clearing.

  You arrive just in time to see Theora being hoisted into the air by her ankles and dropped into a green cylindrical pitcher plant partially filled with liquid.

  “Theora!” You cry as her silhouette is visible pressing against the inner wall of the pitcher. She begins to moan and drops down into the liquid, writhing and seeming to thrust her hips.

  You look around the perimeter of the clearing and realize there are more than a dozen such pitchers, each as large as a carriage.

  “Do not worry,” says a sweet voice. You almost cry out in surprise as a beautiful woman steps out of the jungle. She is tall and slender, with pale green flesh and blonde hair tinted green. Her modesty is only concealed by flowers and sprigs of leaves that seem to grow from her flesh. You realize that her body is connected by tendrils at her ankles to some larger stalk hidden shadows.

  “W-who are you?” You demand. “What have you done with Theora?”

  “I am Nepenthia,” says the woman, pressing against the nearest pitcher and showing you her firm, round bottom. She kicks up a leg coquettishly. “What is your name?”

  “L-Lucas,” you say, brandishing my sword. “Let my friend out of your pitcher.”

  “The winged woman?” The plant girl smiles. “She is just having a bath. She likes it, don’t you?”

  Nepenthia is answered by jostling and moaning from the pitcher containing Theora.

  “What are you doing to her?” You demand.

  “What I do to everyone that I meet,” says Nepenthia, prancing towards you playfully. “I melt them down to yummy nutrients, slurp them up through my roots, and then I turn them into more pitchers.”

  A pitcher nearby gurgles and overturns and sludge and bits of bone come sloshing out onto the ground. Not even the strong smell from the flowers can cover up the stench of the digested matter. You have to suppress a gag.

  “Mmmmm, a yummy treat,” says Nepenthia. “Just salt beast. Your friend is already starting to taste even better.”

  “Theora!” You cry hoarsely and are answered by another moan from inside Nepenthia’s pitcher.

  “I bet you will taste just as delicious!” Nepenthia says with delight on her face. “Come, Lucas. Smell my flower.”

  She thrusts her hips forward, lewdly waving the red flower blossoming from between her legs. It is identical to the flower on many of the vines. Other vines, bare, like the ones that grabbed Theora, are creeping towards you from the edges of the clearing.

  What do you do?

  Wait

  Parley

  Attack

  Use a special ability

  Use an item

  Surrender

  Use the Dervish Strike ability

  Nepenthia’s vines are launching out of the jungle at you in ever-greater numbers. You swing your sword and hack at them, but she seems to have endless tendrils to harass you. Even when you chop the end off one, it reforms its tip and attacks again moments later. You need to outfight her and you know the ability that will turn you into a shredding whirlwind capable of mowing through her vegetation.

  You begin with a double slash, hacking through three vines attacking you as you advance towards Nepenthia. She does not seem to sense any danger, but as you murmur devotional prayers to Veleda and focus your righteous fury, your blade begins to whir and spin. You spin with your sword, lashing out in every direction and slicing easily through the vines. They drop by the dozens, all around you, green liquid splattering from your blade.

  “What is this?!” Nepenthia cries, backing away from you. “This is not human!”

  “Face the fury of Veleda!” You roar, spinning and slashing through every vine she puts in your path. They try to go for your legs, but your blade is a silver shield, hacking them apart before they get close.

  Nepenthia realizes you cannot be stopped and turns to run, but it is too late. You close in on her, shredding the last of her vines and going straight for her back. There is no honor to chopping down a fleeing foe. Then again, she chose to run from your blade.

  “Noooo!” The plant girl cries.

  The first two swings open slashes on her fibrous back. The third cuts deep into what would be the spine of a human. Instead of killing her, there is a flash of bright pink light and a blast of force that knocks you back a step. Your momentum stalls as the plant girl is absorbed into the crystal in the hilt of your sword. You are left breathless and still fueled with fury. All around you, the vines begin to wither and die. The pitchers sag and burst open, spilling their contents into the clearing.

  Theora, covered in sweet-smelling amber liquid, slides onto the ground nearby. You rush to her side. Her skin is pinkish instead of creamy white, but she seems otherwise unharmed. You help her to her feet.

  “Lucas?” She croaks, lifting her head and looking at you with bleary eyes. “W-what happened?”

  “You were captured by Nepenthia, a plant girl,” you say and hold up your sword. The crystal in the hilt winks and glows faintly. “I took care of her.”

  “You have her,” says Theora, smiling at the glowing pink crystal in the hilt of your sword. You embrace her passionately, kissing her lips and eliciting a cry of surprise. As you kiss, a golden glow suffuses her, healing her pink-burned skin. It spreads to you, revitalizing you and restoring some of your male energy.

  You glance around at the pitchers and vines which are withering and drooping with the plant girl gone.

  “We need to get out of here,” you say.

  “We must continue,” says Theora, smiling sweetly. Side-by-side, you continue into the jungle.

  Onward to the mountain stained red by the sunset.

  CONTINUE >

  Use an item

  The vines lashing at you from the jungle and the intoxicating scent of Nepenthia’s flowers provide dual threats to your chances of victory. You need something to even the odds. As you dodge another attack from the plant girl’s vines, you overextend yourself and hear the bottles clink in your hip pouch. You feel the weight of the necklace thump against your chest. Of course! You could use an item.

  But which one? You have four items that could help you in your fight against Nepenthia.

  The Holy Symbol of Veleda that hangs around your neck was a gift from Theora and blessed by the high priest of Veleda in St. Ingbert. Its holy power might repel the vines and terrify an abomination like Nepenthia.

  Then there are the three potions given to you by Gretchen, the alchemist cow girl, at the start of your adventure. The blue milk potion will enhance your masculinity, causing your muscles to bulge, strength to grow, and your cock to become huge and insatiable. She also provided you with a pink milk potion, which will transform you from a man into a woman. You are
not certain how this would help with Nepenthia, but perhaps it would confuse the plant girl.

  Finally, there is the swirling pink and blue potion. This chaotic elixir never does the same thing from one bottle to the next, but you can be certain it will have a shocking effect.

  “Stop stalling,” taunts Nepenthia, “and come and give my flower a sniff.”

  Which of your items do you want to use?

  Use the holy symbol of Veleda

  Drink the blue milk potion

  Drink the pink milk potion

  Drink the swirling milk potion

  Wait

  You step back, keeping your distance from Lady Rachelle’s tail. The tip of it ends in fleshy petals like a flower with a mouth like opening at the center of the petals. You can only imagine the sort of power such an appendage would have if it managed to latch onto your cock. She smiles cruelly, circling you as your mother and sister weep nearby.

  “Don’t you see what you are doing to them?” She mocks. “Give it up, Lucas. This is foolish. Join your family by my side.”

  “Never,” you say, glaring at her. Staring into her violet eyes. Watching the movements of her tail, back and forth again and again like a serpent. She moves closer and closer, your guard slips, and suddenly she is standing against you. Her sweet scent fills your nostrils. Her hands caress your chest. She almost casually plucks the sword from your grasp.

  “You only needed a little affection,” she whispers, leaning her lips close to yours.

  “Never,” you repeat, but your voice is soft, your eyes unfocused, and your cock straining in your trousers. Her body is so soft and warm, pressing against you, her hand slipping down to remove your belt and unbutton your trousers. Her lips suddenly on yours, so warm and sweet, parting and inviting you into a deeper kiss. The moment her tongue meets yours, you thrust forward, spurting cum onto her bare thighs.