The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “You like watching me fuck him?” Theora asks suddenly, her silvery-blue eyes blazing and her hips rolling. “You like watching me ride my… ooooohhh… pussy on this little goblin’s beastly cock?”

  “Oh, gods, yes,” you moan.

  “Then stroke your cock,” she croons, bouncing her ass as she leans forward over the goblin. “Stroke your cock as you watch me fuck this little brute.”

  You can hardly unbutton your trousers quickly enough. Your stiff, crimson cock fills your hand and you begin to stroke yourself vigorously to the sight of Theora squatting and riding atop the goblin. The scene only becomes more intense as she leans forward so far her plump breasts are crushed by her biceps and she kisses the goblin on its thin-lipped mouth. The horrid little creature squeals with delight, thrusting up to meet her riding pussy and you watch as its pink tongue swirls and twines with Theora’s.

  “Mmmmmmm!” The angel cries, her wings spreading and her brow furrowing with pleasure. “Oh, yes, fuck me!”

  The goblin’s clawed fingers indent the flesh of her hips as he holds tight and hammers his wee cock upwards into her slick cunt. The sight is too much, you can feel your cum churning and your balls tightening. Theora’s wings snap open wide and she throws back her head, wailing with pleasure. In the same instant, the rutting goblin squeals with his ecstasy.

  “Aiiieeeeeeeee!” He shrieks, desperately thrusting up to meet Theora’s pussy.

  “Yes!” The angel cries, tossing back her head and her golden locks. “Cum for me! Cum inside me!”

  “Yes! I cum!” The goblin squeals and in that moment you explode in milky ropes onto the ground, watching the goblin hammer his hips and pump Theora full of his filthy seed.

  “Oh, goddess, I can feel it inside me!” Theora cries, riding hard and seemingly eager to take every drop of goblin spunk. You ride the peak of your pleasure and descend into guilt and self-loathing as you realize what you have encouraged.

  Theora, laughing, rises slowly from the goblin’s spent cock. Yellow-tinged spunk drips from her freshly-fucked pussy, dropping in gooey globs onto the goblin beneath her. She rises, unsullied by her encounter with the pitiful creature, standing proud and with her flushed breasts thrust forward. She turns to you, her silvery-blue eyes blazing as her gazes wanders down to your rapidly deflating cock.

  “Did you enjoy that, Lucas?” She asks.

  “Y-yes,” you confess.

  She shoves the goblin with her toes and he scampers out from beneath her. He looks at her longingly, but she says, “Go. Back to your village. You have a tale to tell your friends that they will not believe.”

  The goblin ducks its head submissively and scurries off, up the trail towards its village. Theora turns her attention back to you, her hips rolling sensually as she approaches. She caresses your cheek and leans her lips close to yours.

  “You have more sides than I thought when I met you,” she murmurs, stroking your cheek. You can smell the musk of the goblin’s seed clinging to her cunt. She kisses you and you are certain you taste a faint hint of the foul bitterness of the goblin’s mouth.

  She pulls away from the kiss, waves her hand, and her gown paints itself across her shapely body.

  “We had best be on our way before the goblin returns with his whole village looking for a fuck.” Theora smiles mischievously, as if the thought of being gangbanged by a randy village full of goblins is not entirely unappealing to her.

  You and Theora set off back into the jungle, following the path that veers clear of the goblin village. The journey is more difficult than on the other path, slowing your progress. The darkness of the jungle canopy is beginning to deepen, suggesting that night is falling. With the mountains still not in view, it seems unlikely you will reach them by dusk.

  CONTINUE >

  Finish the goblin with her hand

  You look from Theora’s sparkling and her smile down to her hand grasping and wanking the goblins bumpy cock. She runs her fingers over his tip, smearing the precum down his shaft and lending each pump of her hand a lewd, wet sound. The goblin squeaks and squirmed with lust.

  “I think you have begun something,” you say to her, “and you should finish it.”

  “Oh?” Her smile widens and her long lashes droop lustily. Her tone changes to almost a whisper as she says, “You want me to keep wanking this filthy little beast’s cock?”

  “He has been, um, helpful,” you say. “Reward him with some relief.”

  “Relief,” she chuckles at the word. “I’ll give him some relief then, Lucas. You can watch while I give him so much relief.”

  Your cock twitches at the way she is speaking to you in her almost breathless voice. You watch raptly as she pumps her soft hand on the goblins straining cock. He whimpers and whines and thrusts his slender hips, fucking his cock through her grasp. Theora’s plump breasts bounce with the rhythm of her wanking hand, stroking him and tugging the goblin towards his orgasm.

  “Ohhhhhh, winged woman, it is good,” cries the goblin. “Seed is coming.”

  “Did you hear that, Lucas?” Theora gasps, looking you in the eyes. “His seed is coming. He’s going to shoot it all over.”

  Your face is flushed with more than just the sweltering jungle heat. Your cock jumps in your trousers and you have to fight the urge to take it out and wank it urgently to the sight of Theora pleasuring the goblin.

  “Yes,” you hiss. “Make him spill his seed.”

  “Oh, do you hear that, my little beast?” Theora leans the weight of her bust against the goblin’s shoulder as she pumps her hand on his cock. “The Hero of a Thousand Lives wants to watch you cum. Will you cum for me?”

  “Y-yes,” cries the goblin. “AAaaiiiieeeee!”

  His shrill cry signals his orgasm as he fucks through Theora’s hand and his thumb-sized prick launches out yellowish streams of his spunk. Theora cries out with delight, watching and milking his spurting cock, draining his balls with her deft hand. She strokes him until every drop his gushed from his green gonads and trickled over her fingers like molten wax. She takes her hand away, showing you the webbing of slimy spunk between her fingers.

  “So much for such a little creature,” she says. She wipes her hand clean on the goblin’s loincloth. “Now go. Leave us.”

  He gets up and scampers away, following the same path as his companions.

  “He even got some on my gown,” she says, looking at a few discolored spots on her white garment. She waves her hand and the goblin’s seed is cleaned away. Theora returns her attention to you, her gaze alighting on your achingly hard cock tenting your trousers. “My, my, Lucas. I think you enjoyed that.”

  “I like to watch you work,” you say, managing a smile despite the strained discomfort in your trousers.

  She rises, tracing a teasing fingertip over your chest, coming so close that you can smell the faint hint of musky goblin seed on her fingers. She presses her lips to your ear.

  “You are a complicated man, Lucas,” she whispers hotly.

  Although you enjoyed watching her wank the goblin’s cock, there is no relief for your need. You and Theora set off back into the jungle, following the path that veers clear of the goblin village. The journey is more difficult than on the other path, slowing your progress. The darkness of the jungle canopy is beginning to deepen, suggesting that night is falling. With the mountains still not in view, it seems unlikely you will reach them by dusk.

  CONTINUE >

  Call upon Izabella to defeat the yegrilla

  Most of the monster girls you have met would seem at risk to being impregnated by the yegrilla and his fertility magic. One exception is surely Izabella, with her cold, undead body incapable of becoming a mother. It’s a grim thought, but it just might be what saves you from defeat.

  You hold your sword up over your head and command, “Izabella emerge!”

  There is a bright flash of pink light and a chill wind blows through the village. Mist is suddenly thick on the ground, muffling sound and
blotting out the direct sunlight breaking through the thinned canopy of trees. Izabella appears amid the fog, clad in a black dress that flares wide at her ankles, clings to her slender legs, and leaves little to the imagination in regard to the shape of her lovely body. Her dark hair is pulled back severely from her face and worn in a silver claps. Her flesh, from her cleavage to her arms, is a pale blue color reminiscent of a lifeless corpse. Her feminine eyes glow a faint reddish hue and her smile betrays her vampiric nature.

  “Lucas,” she says, “so good of you to invite me on your adventure. Ah, and what have we here? A green-furred brute. I believe it is a yegrilla.”

  “Yes, I am yegrilla!” Grunts the brute. “What you?”

  “I am Izabella,” says the vampiress, gliding effortless closer to the yegrilla. “I believe I saw one of your kind in a zoo cage once. Pitiful creature. They had taught it to sing songs.”

  The yegrilla snarls with fury. “I make more! I put babies in you! Izabella make mate!”

  “Oh?” She laughs haughtily. “This should be fun.”

  The yegrilla beats his chest with his mighty fists and launches into a charge at Izabella. His shoulder catches her in her slender midriff and she flops over his shoulder, apparently defenseless. The brute hoots triumphantly and flings her down upon the grass.

  “Now I take mate! You weak! I strong!” He looks in your direction and adds, “You be slave boy!”

  “Oh, please stop,” says Izabella in a monotone. “Help me. Help. You brute.”

  If the yegrilla notices her deadpan act, he ignores its significance. The beast has only eyes for his blue-skinned bride. He grabs a handful of her black dress and tears it open, freeing her heaving breasts with their slightly darker blue nipples. He rips again, revealing her darker cuntlips glistening with her deathless arousal. The yegrilla roughly palms Izabella’s left breast, squeezing it and tugging at her small nipple. She lets out a cry of pleasure, no longer acting.

  She gasps as his hand roughly grabs her right breasts and he shapes and plays with her mound. She cries out, “Are you going to give it to me, you awful brute?”

  “Give you babies,” he grunts and hefts his glistening pink cock in his hand. It is thick and quite long now that it is erect. It is also horribly bestial, with a narrowed tip and a shaft marked with faint capillaries and veins. He pushes Izabella’s thighs wide apart and roughly smacks his cock against her folds. She coos with need, squirming helplessly beneath the green-furred monster.

  “Now is where we see if your gamble has paid off,” whispers Theora, watching what is happening with interest that borders on the unseemly. The sight of the angel watching the perverse scene with such interest arouses your cock even further, causing it to twitch in your trousers.

  The yegrilla grabs hold of Izabella’s slender waist and uses his furry body to bend her legs back as he positions his cock at her dewy folds. She howls with pleasure as the brute thrusts forward, sheathing every slippery inch of his cock in the tight folds of her undead pussy.

  “Oooooo?” He hoots curiously and stops. “It cold?”

  “Yes,” moans Izabella. “But doesn’t it feel nice when… ooooohhh… I squeeze your big, beastly cock inside me?”

  “OOoooOOOOoo!” The brute hoots, recovering from his doubt and beginning to roughly fuck into Izabella’s pussy. His strokes sheath his pink cock in her blue folds with every stroke. The force of his rutting causes her soft mounds to jiggle and sway. She moans rapturously and you cannot help but notice Theora moaning in much the same way.

  Sensing an opportunity for a bit of fun, you move behind Theora, caressing her shoulders and leaning your lips close to her ear. “You like to watch Izabella, don’t you?”

  “She is… she is a beautiful creature,” admits Theora. “Dangerous, but beautiful. And with the beast… ooooohhh… look at how she responds to his every stroke. She is a master of controlling his pleasure.”

  “You respect her control,” you murmur and kissing her neck and shoulder. She gasps, pressing back against you, her ass squeezing against your hard cock. You whisper hotly in her ear, “Watch her then. Watch Izabella being fucked by the brute while you are fucked by me.”

  “Ooooh, Lucas,” she moans, pushing her ass back against your cock. “We should not be doing this.”

  As the beast ruts roughly into Izabella in the clearing, you gather up Theora’s gown in one hand and slide it up the backs of her shapely thigh, slowly revealing the creamy globes of her ample ass. Her gold trimmed cunt is blushing pink and slick with her arousal. It only takes a moment for you to free your cock from your trousers and press it against that warm seam. You both suck in a breath as you thrust forward, pressing your cock into her tight pussy and your hips flush against the cushion of Theora’s ass.

  “OOOoooooOooooo!” The yegrilla hoots, violently pounding his cock into Izabella. “I give seed! I make babies!”

  “Yesssss!” Izabella cries. “Yes! Fill me with your cum!”

  You fuck Theora hard and fast, reaching around to grope her soft tits through her gown as your hips spank her creamy ass with every stroke. Her steamy cunt grips you and she moans softly with every stroke. There is no missing the subtle arch of her back as she pushes back against you, inviting you to fuck her even harder, to match the bestial frenzy of the yegrilla.

  “OOOOOOOoooooOO!” The hulking yegrilla throws back its simian head and howls with pleasure. You can tell by Izabella’s cry that the brute is pumping her undead pussy full of his load.

  “Ahhh, Theora!” You cry, roughly squeezing her breast through her gown and slamming deep into her pussy. You explode only seconds after the brute, pumping your hot seed into your angelic lover’s slick pussy. She moans with pleasure of her own, pushing back hard and squeezing her ass against your hips. She rolls her hips as her pussy milks out every drop of your cum.

  “Why you no marked?” The yegrilla wonders, looking at Izabella with confusion. “I give you babies.”

  She wraps her long legs around the beast and leans up to kiss him and caress his simian face.

  “My sweet ape, I have no life to give our children,” she moans. “I am afraid, the only promise I can give you, is that you will enjoy my feeding.”

  “Your feeding?” The yegrilla furrows his heavy brow.

  Izabella’s mouth opens wide and for an instant you see a flash of her white teeth and sharp fangs. She sinks them into the yegrilla’s muscular neck. He lets out a moan, grabbing her as if he intends to toss her aside like a ragdoll, but he stops as the pleasure of her feeding flows through his body. He moans and falls back, sinking to the ground with the vampiress clinging to him and slurping at his bloody neck.

  You slide your cock from Theora’s creamy pussy, watching some of your spunk drip out of the beautiful angel’s folds. You tuck your cock away and she pulls her gown down, turning to kiss you on the lips.

  “That was foolish,” she says, but she is smiling and flushed.

  The yegrilla whimpers helplessly, his arms limp and his spade-sized tongue lolling from his mouth. His face seems ashen.

  “That’s enough, Izabella!” You shout.

  “Mmmmm?” She looks over at you, her red eyes luminous as she continues to feed.

  “You heard me,” you say, holding the sword aloft above your head. “Izabella return!”

  “Awwwww!” She pouts. With a flash of pink light and a rush of warm air that pushes away the fog, she disappears.

  You carefully approach the yegrilla and prod him with the tip of your sword. “He’s alive. Should I finish him off?”

  “Not exactly sporting,” says Theora. “Leave him. If he cannot call this jungle a home, where would he belong?”

  “Fair enough,” you say, sheathing your sword. “Then let us be on our way.”

  You and Theora set off again into the jungle, heading towards the mountains that loom like shadows through the jungle.

  Onward to find the mountain stained red by the sunset.

  CONTINUE ><
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  Embark upon your quest in Saturana

  “You have prepared your slaves? You are ready?” Veleda asks, standing golden and glorious over you and Theora.

  You return the holy sword to its sheath and force yourself to gaze up at the goddess’s radiance.

  “Ye—“

  The word does not even have a chance to pass your lips. The goddess flicks her fingers and you are launched into a bright golden light, falling upwards into the air, shouting and spinning as Theora plunges alongside you, calm, her white wings spread. You travel a vast distance in seconds, arriving on the ground as if dropped from a height of only a few feet. You stumble as Theora lands gracefully, wings folding closed on her back.

  A wave of heat and humidity washes over you. Sweat breaks out on your forehead and almost immediately soaks your tunic. Before you, towering into the misty sky, stands a wall of vegetation like nothing you have seen before. You have heard of jungles, you thought you could imagine them, with their huge trees, creepers, and brightly colored ferns, but this is overwhelming.

  The trees are as big around as castle turrets and reach their branches out to the span of a farmer’s field. Strange furry creatures and brightly-colored birds move among the dense greenery. Thorned vines seem to curtain any path through the trees. The effect is oppressive. Demoralizing. How could you hope to find anything in such a place?

  Theora places a steadying hand on your shoulder.

  “Do not let Saturana get into your mind,” says the angel. “Its roots reach down into evil. It is corrupted by the darkness in the soil. It will corrupt you as well, if you allow it into your mind.”

  “Sure, keep the giant evil jungle out of my mind,” you say, “as we walk through it. Should be easy.”

  She takes your hand and gives it a squeeze.

  “I will be by your side, Lucas,” she says, her silvery-blue eyes burning with her righteousness. “We will find the entrance and we will rescue your mother and your sister.”