The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  You finally pull back, gasping, and look into her glittering eyes.

  “You came to see me,” she says. “Oh, Lucas, will you stay for supper?”

  “Well, of course, but there is something I wished to talk to you about, Morelle,” you say. You take her hand and, gazing into her eyes, you sink down to one knee. “Morelle, we are both young, but we have shared an adventure that has changed us forever. I can think of no woman more perfect to continue to share my life with. You are beautiful, clever, and I enjoy your company. It would—“

  “Yes! Of course, Lucas!” She cries, picking you up with her demonic strength and pulling you back into an embrace. “I want to be with you forever!”

  You kiss again, her lips intoxicating and your cock throbbing in your trousers as she presses her luscious young body against you. Morelle slips a hand down the front of your pants and grabs hold of your cock right there in front of her family. You gasp, remembering you are being watched, and grab hold of her wrist.

  “Morelle, we should not do this right here,” you say, forcibly extracting her hand from your trousers.

  “Don’t mind us,” says her father.

  “Yeah, keep going,” agrees her brother, who has resumed stroking himself under the table.

  “Oh, no, that’s quite enough, Lucas and Morelle,” declares Mrs. Cardin, opening the door to the farmhouse. “Out to the barn with the two of you. There’s a lovely hayloft where you can enjoy each other’s company.”

  You have never climbed a hayloft latter with such eagerness before in your life. Morelle is laughing as she kneels beside you, unbuckling belt your belt and whipping it out of your trousers. Her excitement as she pulls down your pants allows her demonic nature to appear, her wings pressing out of her back and her naughty tail slithering from under her skirt.

  “Oh, someone missed me,” she says, teasing the front of your underwear and its wet patch of precum glistening in the lantern light. She pries your underwear lower, popping your stiff cock free and leaning down to run her devilish tongue over and around your tip. “Since we’re getting married, this hardly even qualified as a sin.”

  “Ohhhhhhh,” is the only response you can offer as Morelle’s warm mouth descends onto your cock and begins sucking you with hot, wet perfection. Her tongue swirls like a serpent around your shaft and tickles beneath your sensitive tip. She looks up at you with pleasure-lidded eyes as she bobs her mouth up and down on your cock, her fingers massaging your tightening bollocks.

  “Oh, Morelle,” you moan, stroking her horns and her silky hair. “I knew I had to be with you the moment I returned. Oh…you’re going to make me cum…already.”

  “That’s okay,” she says happily, her lips brushing against your cockhead. “Cum in my mouth, Lucas, my love. Mmmmmphhhmmm!”

  Hearing her call you “my love” is enough to send you over the edge. You thrust between her luscious lips and explode into the hot suction of her mouth. Her eyes flicker with magical essence as she drinks your seed and your soul with each pump of your cock. You fire again and again, your orgasm so prolonged and intense that it feels as if you might perish. But no, your sweet succubus lover does not want to kill you. She releases you from her mouth with a wet moan of satisfaction, lashing your sensitive tip with her tongue to clean away the last drops of your seed.

  “Your turn,” you moan. “Sit your lovely ass on my face.”

  “Oh! Of course, my love,” she croons.

  With a fling of her hand she disintegrates the peasant skirt, revealing satin lingerie that could only have come from her demonic magic. She kneels astride your face, her peachy bottom above you and your head enclosed by her stockings and garters. Her hairless cunt glistens with her arousal and the tiny, immaculate knot of her anus clenches tighter. You caress her ass with both hands, spreading her wider and admiring her creamy cheeks before hugging around her thighs and pulling her ass down heavily onto your face.

  She cries out with surprise, “Ah! Don’t suffocate!”

  Ah, but what a way to go! Breathing in her demonic spice as her warm ass covers your face! She lifts it just enough to give you room to breathe and you begin lapping at the hot groove of her slick pussy. The sweetness of her folds intoxicates you. The more you lick and suck her cunt, the more you crave, pausing only to run your tongue up and into her crack, to taste the warm crinkle of her velvet anus.

  “Ooooh, Lucas,” she cries with delight. “Lick me everywhere!”

  She arches her slender back and pushes the creamy softness of her ass against your face. You lick her with relish, savoring the sweetness of her cunt and the faint bitterness of her asshole. You lick both thoroughly, but focus your fullest attention on her clit, lapping at that bud and driving her to buck her hips and fuck against your tongue.

  “Yes!” She pants girlishly. “Oh, yes, Lucas. Your tongue is wonderful! Make me…make me…cummmmmmm!!!”

  She throws back her head and snaps open her leathery wings as she rides back against your tongue. Her sweet nectar spills into your open mouth and her bud seems to throb against your flicking tongue. You massage her spit-lubed asshole with your thumb, feeling it tense rhythmically in time with her contracting cunt.

  She rides out her orgasm against your tongue, but is quick to dismount from your face and crawl down your body. She turns around, smiling sweetly, her freckled face flushed as she guides you to her tight folds.

  “My love,” she whispers. “I will be your wife. And you can have me whenever you like.”

  “I think it will be the other way around,” you say, resting your hands on her shapely hips and guiding her downward. She whines with pleasure, chewing her lower lip as she gently impales her virgin-tight demon cunt onto your hard cock. The intense heat and seductive slipperiness of her pussy nearly make you shoot your seed as she rides down to your bollocks that first time. “You will have me whenever you like. To pleasure and to feast upon.”

  “Oh, but I will never take too much, my love,” she says, her hips beginning to move. She bounces her lovely little heart-shaped bottom atop you, her hot pussy slipping and sliding on your cock. Her soft breasts heave up and down with her movements. You catch them in your hands, squeezing and shaping them, feeling her small nipples pressing against your touch.

  “Ohhhhhhh, gods,” you moan, your pleasure rising and your tension building. “Ohhhhhh, Morelle, I love you.”

  “Yes,” she moans. “Yes, fill me with your love. Fill me, Lucas!”

  She rides faster, her tits bouncing free of your hands and her pussy making lewd sounds as it slides up and down your cunt. Her ass bounces against you and her wails of pleasure fill the barn. You hold her ass with your hands, thrusting up into that hot loveliness and gazing into her lust-filled violet eyes as you climax.

  With a last thrust and roar of pleasure you explode deep into Morelle’s fiendish fuckpit. Her tight cunt grips your spurting cock and she feeds upon your life force. The pleasure of her feeding mingles with the intense pulses of your cum. She could finish you off, you know it, but her love is real and she does not. Her movements slow and her gripping cunt finally releases your hard cock, allowing you to slip out of her cream-stuffed cunt.

  “Oh, my love,” she moans, stretching out atop you and kissing you lazily. “I cannot wait to be your wife.”

  CONTINUE >

  Married to the Milkemist

  Gretchen’s Milkemy Potions & Cures has been open for just over a month, mostly providing virility potions and minor healing elixirs to the townsfolk of Bruno. Over the past few days you have noticed a few customers from farther afield than the dreary houses of Bruno. Just yesterday a wealthy merchant bought a dozen of Gretchen’s blue potions to sell and a pink potion for his own purposes. Gretchen winked at him and you smiled knowingly.

  Today, however, things have been unusually quiet. A few townsfolk glanced in, probably for a gawk at Gretchen in her ruffled apron and bountiful peasant dress, but none of them bothered to stop in and peruse the wares.

/>   “If we don’t have any customers today,” says Gretchen, toying with her lower lip with a fingertip, “I may close up early and throw you down on the ground for some of your milk.”

  “I won’t object,” you laugh from the storeroom as you shelve empty potion bottles. You are just finishing up, your cock stiffening at the thought of Gretchen riding your cock, when the bell attached to the shop’s door jangles merrily.

  “Ooh, a customer,” whispers Gretchen. She raises her voice and addresses the man that has entered the shop. “Good afternoon to you, sir. How may I help you this fine day?”

  You peek out through the curtain covering the doorway into the storeroom. You notice a slim and rather elderly man dressed in finery. He holds his feathered cap under one arm as he addresses your lovely wife.

  “Ah, yes, I was in your establishment four days ago and I do not believe I properly introduced myself, madam. I am the Duke of Udrecht. Do you know of it? No? It is not far. A lovely place, if you do not mind the smell of paper mills. Some do. Some do.”

  “How may I help you, my lord?” Gretchen asks, leaning over the counter and providing the duke with what is surely a lovely view of her impressive cleavage. “I hope my milk pleased you.”

  “It was, ah, quite a pleasant experience,” says the duke. “However, while it aroused my lust, I feel in my advanced years I require something a bit more…potent.”

  “Ah! A philter of male passion.” Gretchen says. “Of course. I do brew such a potion, but I currently do not have any ready for you. If you would like to have a seat I could prepare one fresh.”

  “Ah, very good,” says the duke, walking over to the bench beside the entrance and sitting down.

  Gretchen slips through the curtain and into the storeroom, her ingratiating smile becoming much more serious as she presses you back into the corner.

  “We’ll need a fresh serving of my milk and yours,” she whispers, untying the her apron and slipping it off her shoulders. “He’s a nobleman. We must provide him with the highest quality virility potion possible.”

  Her fingers quickly work the laces of her corset and free the creamy mounds of her milky breasts. She wraps a hand around the back of your head and pulls your face to her left breast. She feeds her puffy pink nipple into your mouth.

  “Drink just a little to get your cock up,” she murmurs. “I’ll need the rest for a reduction to concentrate the potion.”

  “Mmmmmhmmmm,” you agree, already latched to her nipple and sucking out gushes of her hot, sweet cream. The moment you swallow your first gulp of her milk, you feel the familiar rush of lust and pleasure and your cock twitches in your trousers. You suck again, just being thorough, and gulp down another mouthful of Gretchen’s delicious cream.

  She runs her hand over your groin, squeezing your throbbing erection as she lifts the smothering weight of her breasts from your face. You hold onto her nipple as long as possible, but she pushes you back down and her nipple pops wetly free of your mouth.

  “I think you’re hard enough,” she says, giving your cock a squeeze. “The customer is waiting. Have a seat on the stool. I’ll make short work of you, my love.”

  You’re so drunk with lust on her sweet milk that all you can do is grin at her and sit down on the footstool you use to reach the tops of the cabinets.

  “That’s a good boy,” chuckles Gretchen. She slides smoothly down to her knees, gazing into your eyes as she maneuvers the soft mounds of her breasts into your lap. You feel her warm milk trickling onto your thighs as she draws your hardness between her plush breasts. They are warm and soft and so big they nearly make your cock disappear.

  “Ohhhhhh, gods,” you moan as she squeezes them tightly around your manhood. This produces fresh trickles of milk and nearly makes you shoot at that first luscious crush between her tits.

  “Warn me before you spill your seed,” murmurs Gretchen. “I’ll put the bottle to your tip.”

  “A-alright,” you gasp, watching as she begins to move. She wanks your hardness between her pillowy, milk-smeared tits, squeezing her pale mounds tightly around your crimson cock. On her upward stroke your cock disappears totally inside that warm prison and on her downward stroke, her breasts slapping against your thighs, your cock pokes up through her cleavage, purple and drooling with precum.

  “That’s it,” she says. “Relax, my love. Enjoy it. Think of nothing but the pleasure.”

  You think of a thousand things – from the drip of her milk to the bored yawning of the customer only a few feet away – but the pleasure is foremost in your mind as you watch your lovely cow girl wife pleasuring you with her creamy breasts. She seems to move faster and faster against you, panting softly, her eyes twinkling with need.

  “Ahh!” You cry out with a sudden surge of pleasure. Before you can think to warn her, you are cumming in milky ropes, your pleasure overwhelming and your seed splashing her face, her shoulders, and her huge breasts. Gretchen laughs at your mess and gamely continues to wank you as your spurts diminish and your cum trickles into her cleavage, smearing your cock. You finally manage a weak, “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s alright, Lucas,” she chuckles. “Just a bit more work is all. Reach over and fetch one of those bottles. Help me scoop it up.”

  You take one of the wide-mouthed glass bottles she has milked your cock into a hundred times and press the rim beneath a large glob of your spunk. You carefully slide your cum into the bottle, moving it around her breasts and to spots she points out.

  “A very large quantity,” she chuckles as you manage to get most of the cum into the bottle. “You always impress me, my love. Now then, fetch the milking pan. You must milk me quickly before your seed goes cold.”

  She gets on her hands and knees as you scoot out from beneath her. Her huge breasts nearly dangle to the floor as you position the tin milking pan under her hanging teats. You take hold of a thick, pink nipple in each hand and begin to milk her gently. Although the process is not so different from milking a cow, it requires more upward pressure on her breasts. Her nipples, while thick and long, are not nearly as easily grasped as a cow’s teats.

  “MmoooooooooOOOooo,” she moans as you tug her teats and produce streams of milk that ping into the bottom of the tin pan. Her bovine lowing becomes a word as she begs, “Morrrreee.”

  You know just the way to increase her flow. You shift behind her, lifting her skirt up her ample rump and pausing in your milking long enough to draw down her underwear. Her gold-thatched cunt is glistening with arousal and her pink asshole clenches with the cool air.

  “Yes, Lucas,” she moans, arching her back. “MMooooooOOOoooo! Make me cummm!”

  It’s the surest way to turn her trickling milk into a gushing torrent. You breathe in her deep musk and bury your face against the plush globes of her assflesh. She cries out with pleasure as your tongue lashes her dewy cunt. You lick her hot folds as you resume your milking, spilling more and more of her cream into the pan. The more you lick, the more she moans like a beast and spurts thick streams into the pan. You move your tongue up her crack, rimming her pink ass and making her moan loudly and plead for more.

  “Ohhhh, yes, I’m so close,” she moans.

  You milk her hard, tugging roughly at her nipples as you return your tongue to her clit. You suck her fat bud as her milk pulses out in powerful jets with each squeeze and tug. She wails loudly, her cries of pleasure surely heard by the customer waiting for his potent potion.

  “Ahhhhhh! Lucas!” Gretchen cries, jerking her shapely hips and rubbing her dripping cunt in your face as she cums forcefully. Her milk is nearly overflowing the pan by the time you lift your face from her creamy ass. You give her tight pink asshole a last teasing lick and stand up, your cock painfully stiff after your thorough milking.

  “Well done,” she laughs, seeing the full pan of milk. You help her to her feet and she pulls her clothes back into place. You tie the apron around her waist and carefully move the pan full of milk onto her alchemy table. “Now w
e make one of the most powerful virility potions yet.”

  She reduces her milk into a sweet, thick pudding-like material and swirls your milk in a flask with several exotic ingredients. The mixture of your cum is an almost purple color and her condensed milk glows and throbs with magical potency. She finally combines the two ingredients, stirring quickly as they bubble together in the warm pan.

  “Now the bottle,” she says. “Quickly1”

  You hold it up for her as she carefully pours the concoction into the bottle. The combination of milk, cum, and other herbs creates a brilliantly blue liquid that glows brightly with its magical energy. You stopper the bottle and attach the rarely-used printed label of “Virility Philter – Maximum Potency.”

  “This will make his cock as big as your arm,” she chuckles. “And he’ll have the energy to use it well.”

  “Let’s hope his wife likes them big,” you say.

  “Oh, I think this is for his concubine,” she says, peeking out through the curtain. “Or an entire brothel full of whores.”

  “Well, best of luck to him,” you say. “His heart could give out.”

  “It is the risk these men take,” she laughs. She gives you a sweet, lingering kiss and gives your still-hard cock a squeeze. “I’ll deal with this in a bit. Just for fun. You can cum inside me.”

  You pull her back before she can leave through the curtain and impose a long, lusty kiss on her.

  “Give him his potion,” you say, swatting her plump bottom as she leaves. She giggles as she goes. You sigh as you sit back on the stool. Perhaps this was not the life you pictured for yourself when you were a younger man, but you cannot imagine a happier ending than to be married to the beautiful cow girl.

  CONTINUE >

  THE END

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