The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Stop looking for someone who doesn’t want to be found,” says Toad. He tosses the bottle at your feet and it lands softly in the sand. “Drink this and join me.”

  “Join you?” You say.

  “Yes,” croaks Toad. “As my pleasure slave. No more worries. No more troubles. You’ll always be wanted. You won’t have to worry about Yasmeen or Theora. Only about my pleasure.”

  Toad idly strokes at his filthy loincloth. He shifts in his throne.

  “Drink the potion,” he croaks. “It is the best offer you’ll have.”

  Drinking that potion is not going to get you any closer to Yasmeen. In fact, you fear that drinking it will change the way your brain works and make you lustful and submissive towards Toad. You might willingly become his slave. Then again, he is surrounded by armed guards. Getting answers from him is not going to be easy.

  Toad’s bulging eyes blink inhumanly as he stares at you.

  What do you do?

  Drink the potion and become Toad’s slave girl

  Refuse and threaten him for Yasmeen’s location

  Travel to Edelbern to search for Oola

  “I found Oola in the ruins of the ancient temple of Dunesef,” you say, pointing to the village of Edelbern on the map. “I would like to find her again and if Hina sent her home it will be there. It’s not far from here.”

  “Oola?” Your mother gives you a questioning look.

  “The, um, protean girl,” you say.

  “The slime girl,” clarifies Genevieve. “Lucas, are you sure you want to go find a slime girl? Those things are barely even sentient. You might as well, you know, stick your manhood into a bowl of jam.”

  “Genny!” Your mother cries in shock at your sister’s words.

  “That is not fair to Oola,” you say. “She is intelligent and sweet. She loves me. Don’t worry, sister. Edelbern is not far. I won’t need your magic to take me there.”

  Genevieve tries to apologize as you gather up your pack. You shoulder it and set off, ignoring your sister’s cries to reconsider and your mother’s confusion about why you would want to find a slime girl for romance. You only have room in your heart for the gooey beauty of Oola. She was always so happy around you; always eager to give you pleasure. You want to be with her more than anyone else.

  The walk east to Edelbern is shorter than many of your recent adventures and you are motivated by the need to find Oola before she gets into trouble. After one night under the stars by the campfire, you reach the dismal village and approach the temple devoted to the dwarf god Dunesef. Other than a few hand-sized spiders and a hissing lizard, you do not find anything of note. Not even the slippery residue Oola sometimes leaves behind when she slides over a surface.

  You head back into the town. Since clearing out Oola, many of the townsfolk have returned. They look at you warily, but do not flee or shutter up their doors as you approach.

  “I’m looking for the slime girl,” you shout. “I took her from this place weeks ago, but I think she has returned. Have any you seen her? Any of you?”

  A young boy steps out from a ramshackle farmhouse.

  “I heard strange singin’ in one of them caves in the hills,” says the boy. “Ma and Pa told me not to go up near there no more.”

  The boy points up to a wooded hillside overlooking the town. Before you can inquire further, his mother draws the boy back into the farmhouse and his burly father steps out.

  “Go on! You’re not from these parts. We want no trouble.” The man says. “Be on your way.”

  No thanks for the hero. You are accustomed to the poor treatment by now. You nod to the man and set off through the village and on up into the hills. Darkness descends and you make camp without seeing or hearing any sign of Oola. You are half asleep beside the fire, your belly full of roasted squirrel, when you hear a faint, echoing song.

  “AwwoooooooOooo,” comes the voice, sounding mournful.

  “Oola,” you say, throwing aside your blanket and pulling a torch from the fire.

  You set off through the dark forest in the direction of the sound. It comes again, louder than before, echoing out in a burbling melody. “AwooooOOOoooOoOooo!”

  “Oola!?” You call out.

  “Awwooo?” She burbles inquisitively.

  You run towards the sound of her voice, holding your torch out as you reach the mouth of a cave. A shape moves in the darkness. The torchlight catches its jiggling surface and you see a shapeless mass of violet slime. In an instant, it launches itself at you, knocking the torch from your hand and falling atop you. By the time its weight has carried you to the ground, the formless violet ooze has become a voluptuous gooey girl with an overjoyed smile.

  “Master!” She burbles excitedly. “You came back to me!”

  “Mmmmmmphhhmmm!” You try to answer her, but she is smothering you with sweet, gooey, passionate kisses. You attempt to speak ends up with her sugary sweet tongue thrusting into your mouth. You stop trying to speak and embrace her, letting her sweet, aphrodisiac saliva soak into your mouth as you caress her gooey shoulders down to her big, slippery ass.

  “I thought you left Oola forever, master,” she coos even though her lips are still locked to yours and her tongue is slipping and sliding in your mouth. “I was with you in castle and then I am here and master is far away.”

  You pull away from the kiss, gasping for breath.

  “I had to find you, Oola,” you say, looking up at her translucent face. “You…you are the one I want to be with.”

  “Be with?” She burbles, cocking her head to the side.

  “Stay with,” you say, your face going hot as you squeeze her wobbling ass. “Forever.”

  “Forever?” She burbles.

  “Oola, I want you to be, I don’t know, um, my wife,” you say, laughing at the thought of having a slime girl for a wife. You had never considered it before this moment, but with her taste on your lips and her gooey weight in your arms you have never been more certain of something.

  “Wife? Me? Awwooooo!” She burbles joyously. “Never thought I would be wife to human! Master, you are so good to me. Awooooo! Thank you!”

  “We’ll make a home together,” you say, leaning up to kiss her lips again.

  “Master,” she says, speaking once more even though you are passionately kissing her. “We can have many slime babies too! I will make many slime daughters and we will be a happy family.”

  As she makes this pledge, her slimy fingers ooze into your trousers, unbuttoning the material as her fingers wrap around your cock. Her slime is cool and slippery as she grasps you in her hand and begins to stroke you. You moan into her kiss, giving in to the pleasure as she draws your manhood into her slime body.

  “Ohhhhh, Oola,” you cry against her lips.

  “Your cock is so warm, master,” she burbles. Her inner walls grip your cock as she begins to ride atop you, her huge gelatinous breasts wobbling and bouncing. You reach up to them, squeezing and shaping her soft goo-flesh. You tug at her slimy nipples and she croons with pleasure, bouncing and heaving atop you, her jelly ass slapping against your thighs.

  “Oh, gods,” you moan.

  “You can give me seed, master,” she cries. “Like you give to your wife. Oola. Your slime wife. Awoooo!”

  She burbles loudly with pleasure, throwing back her gooey locks of slime hair as her inner walls ripples and squeeze around your swollen cock. Still gripping her soft ass, you thrust upwards, sending ripples shivering through her body with every stroke. You can see your cock deep inside her, reaching your peak in her translucent abdomen.

  “Yesssss! Oh, Oola, take my cum!” You cry, your fingers sinking into her slimy hips. Your cock throbs and launches jets of milky cream into her violet body. Your cum spreads and dissipates in a liquid cloud within her, slowly being absorbed into her slime flesh. As you are spunking, she cries out, seeming to join you in her climax. Her inner slime massages and squeezes around you, milking out every drop of your load.

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nbsp; “Oola,” you laugh as she continues to ride you even as your spent cock becomes overly sensitive. “Oola, please, slow down. We’ll have all the time to have fun together.”

  “Sorry, master,” she burbles, sliding off of you and reforming on her side, curled against you. “I became very excited when you told me I would be your wife. I will cook the house and clean the food for you, master. We will be happy.”

  “I know,” you say, stroking her slippery cheek. “A nice, peaceful life together. Just the two of us.”

  CONTINUE >

  Life as Izabella’s slave

  You are waiting for Izabella in her private suite as you are every night. Some nights she does not return to her room, but tonight, after a long visit with the duke, she slips into the bedroom looking rather disheveled. Her hair is unkempt and her face is much more flushed than her normal pallor. A thin trickle of blood stains the corner of her mouth. Her sheer, billowy nightgown barely conceals the blue buds of her nipples and the dark folds of her cunt. You feel a hot stab of jealousy, but remind yourself that her husband is only a puppet and you are the man she truly relies upon.

  “My lady,” you say, bowing low. “How may I serve you?”

  “My husband has made me filthy,” she says. “Draw me a bath and undress. You will bathe me. Thoroughly.”

  Your cock stiffens at the thought of bathing the lovely vampiress. You excuse yourself from her sitting room and to the lavatory, drawing hot water up from the underground boiler and into the tiled bath. It is as big as rooms in your old house, an entire pool finished in white and blood red tiles with a mosaic of Izabella’s face underwater.

  You set out towels, bathing oils, lotions, combs, and a brush. You undress before a mirror, admiring your pale body and the many small marks your mistress has left on your flesh when she was hungry. The pleasure of her drinking your blood is almost as exquisite as the rare chances for sexual pleasure she grants you.

  “He was absolutely disgusting tonight,” says Izabella, entering the lavatory and casually shedding her gown. “He demanded I suck on that pitiful little worm he calls a cock and then he shoved it in my bottom.”

  She turns and reaches back, spreading her cheeks and revealing her puffy cuntlips and the slimy wrinkle of her asshole smeared with his cum. The sight of her poor little hole so roughly treated by her bloated brute of a husband fills you with anger.

  “Please, my lady,” you say, gesturing to the tub. “I will cleanse your body and ensure you do not suffer any pains.”

  “Of course you will, my faithful servant,” she says, walking past you and stroking her fingers across your face. You follow her into the steamy tub, helping her ease onto her hands and knees on one of the benches. She leans over the edge of the tub, her plush rear raised and her used holes exposed for you to clean. You begin by pouring pitchers of warm water over her ass and down her crack.

  She moans as the water rinses away the surface mess her husband has left behind. You follow this first wash by lathering her crack gently with soap and spreading the foam to her delicate, well-fucked pussy. Her husband may not be well-endowed, but he pounds her roughly when he is in the mood. Your touch is as delicate as your beautiful mistress deserves. The perfumed soap overcomes the foul musk of her husband’s seed.

  “I can feel his filthy seed inside me, Lucas,” she moans as you rinse the suds off. “Get it out, please.”

  “May I use my fingers, my lady?” You ask, hoping she does not insist you use your tongue as she forced you to once before when she was cross at you.

  “Of course, my good boy,” she says, smiling sweetly.

  She reaches back with both hands, spreading her ass obscenely. You kiss her fingers and her pale cheeks as you slip your fingers into her crack and begin to probe at the tender ring of her anus. You push your digits into her slippery hole, feeling the foul discharge of her husband still slimy inside her otherwise immaculate hole. You begin to scoop out his seed, cleaning it from her and into the soapy tub. You pull more and more out, her muscles occasionally clutching around your fingers, until you are satisfied that she has been emptied.

  “You are so gentle,” she moans. “So unlike that horrid brute I call my husband.”

  Once you have cleaned her pussy and ass of any trace of her husband, you begin to kiss her tender holes and lather them with your tongue. She moans softly, pressing her rear against your face as you service her and suck at her sweet nectar. You lap at her clit, gratified by hearing her moans grow louder and heavier.

  “Yessss, just there,” she cries. “Oh, my husband could never find this spot. Your tongue is a wonder, my sweet boy.”

  “I live to serve you, my lady,” you moan, reaching into the water and stroking your cock as you pleasure her with your fingers and tongue. You pump two digits into her tight ass and suck at the hard bud of her clit. She wails, her sweet voice echoing from the tiles as she cums against your tongue.

  Of course, you are not done with the pleasures. You dry her body and then you oil it until her pale flesh glistens. She reclines on one of the couches in the lavatory and you kneel between her thighs, tonguing her pussy as she watches.

  “Remember when you defeated me, Lucas?” She moans softly. “Oh, to see you now on your knees is such a pleasure.”

  “It is my pleasure as well, my lady,” you moan, kissing her sweet cuntlips.

  “Tonight, a special treat, I think,” she says. “Let the mistress serve her servant.”

  “My lady?” You ask, but she is already rising from the couch and directing you to sit. She drops to her knees, her luscious body shining in the lamplight. Your stiff cock juts from your lap. You can hardly believe your luck as she wraps her pale hand around your crimson length and begins to stroke.

  “Mmmmmm, I can feel your heart beating through your cock,” she chuckles. “So much more virile than the duke. Mmmmmm.”

  “Ahhhh!” You cry as her cool, slippery mouth descends on your cock. Her lips are so velvet soft and she knows just how to suck to draw you to your limit. Her teeth prick teasingly at your sensitive cockhead and her deft tongue flicks beneath your tip, stimulating the spot that drives you mad with pleasure. Her head bobs in your lap, drawing you close to your climax in seconds. You cry, softly, “Mistress, please, it’s too good.”

  “Mmmhmmm,” she agrees, softly popping your manhood from her lips. “I want to taste it, Lucas. Cum for me. Cum in my mouth.”

  You cry out as her lips descend once more. She slides down on your cock, taking you to the back of your throat and then deftly swallowing you deeper still. The sensation of her silky throat squeezing around your cock is enough to push you past your limit.

  “Cumming!” You cry, pleasure rushing and your cock throbbing powerfully in her mouth. She winces at your first spurt as your seed gushes straight down her throat. She swallows around your pumping prick, drawing out your pleasure and causing you to thrust reflexively, pushing even deeper into her throat. With your pleasure comes a wave of guilt. “Oh, mistress, I’m sorry. I did not mean, ohhhh, to cause you any discomfort.”

  “Mmmmnnnn,” she moans around your cock, her apparent enjoyment vibrating around your tip. She finally pulls her lips from your cock, releasing your softening manhood to thump against your thigh. She licks a few errant drops of cum from your leg and your balls. She lifts her head and kisses your lips, sharing a hint of your salty taste as her tongue swirls against yours.

  “My lady, you are too good to me,” you say.

  “Yes, I am generous,” she whispers between kisses. “But now I am hungry. Tilt your head to the side so that I might have my supper.”

  “Yesss ahhhhhh,” you moan as her fangs sink into your neck and she begins to drink your blood.

  As always, you feel a cold prickle of fear, never certain that she will stop before you perish. Then again, you can think of no better way to serve your beloved duchess.

  It is a dream come true.

  CONTINUE >

  THE END


  < RESTART EPILOGUE | GALLERY >

  Seek out a monster girl in the river

  It takes you the better part of a day of traveling through the sweltering jungle to reach your destination.

  The river that cuts through the jungle of Saturana is wide and swift. It has an ugly, muddy appearance and there is a large quantity of debris fallen from the trees that overhang the river or washed in by the heavy downpours of rain. The muddy banks of the river are overrun with thumb-sized crustaceans that try to squirm into your boots. Like the rest of Saturana, it is hellish, but you hope to find a monster girl lurking beneath that churning water.

  “Hello!” You shout. “Hello is anyone there?”

  Fish leap from the river, startling you as they sail through the air and splash down beneath the churning water’s surface once more. They seem to move in a pattern, launching into the air in groups. It takes you a moment of watching their strange habit to realize that something large is moving beneath the surface, darting closer to you and then away again, frightening the fish out of the water as it moves.

  Whatever it is knows you are standing there and is warily approaching closer each time. You hold your breath as the water churns and wake appears, moving quickly towards you. Much quicker than before! You stumble as you back away from the river, toppling backwards into the slimy muck.

  The Scylla girl bursts from water and leaps atop you without any hope of avoiding the writhing, ensnaring mass of her tentacles. From the waist down she is an octopus with huge, sucker-lined tentacles as big and powerful as your arms. From the waist up she is a nude and quite beautiful woman, with pert breasts, pink nipples, and a fetching face somehow made more alluring by her inhuman eyes with their rectangular irises. Her glee is evident in her wide smile as she lands atop you and completely wraps you up in her tentacles.