The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “When you face an opponent, you may attempt to size them up and wait for the right opportunity to strike,” she says. “That can be wise. It can also be dangerous. Sometimes an aggressive offense is the only way to defeat a monster girl.”

  She jabs her staff in your direction. It’s only a testing strike and you barely bring your sword up in time to block it. Theora’s staff and your new sword flare with holy energy as they connect.

  “Couldn’t I just talk things over with them?”

  “You want to talk to a monster girl?” Theora laughs. “It’s almost always a mistake. Unless you have something really good to say, they are going to assume you are giving in to their charms if you want to talk.”

  “They could leave them open to an underhanded attack,” you say, striking at Theora suddenly. She easily blocks your attack with her staff and gives you a good thump on the side in answer to your dirty move. You yelp and dance out of the reach of her staff.

  “My advice is to use an attack, and item, or a special ability.” She gestures to your sword with the tip of her staff. “Your sword will serve you well in an attack. I doubt you have much of an item or a special ability, seeing as how you’re an ignorant farm boy.”

  “This sounds like fighting a person,” you say, perhaps feeling a bit of bravado thanks to the power radiating from the sword. “I think I can manage.”

  “Oh, no, child.” Theora shakes her head. “Monster girls are extremely tough and fights can be over before you know it. Their true strength is that once you cum, your body and soul will belong to them. Only the goddess can save you from that fate.”

  “Wait… cum?”

  “You didn’t know? What do they even teach you about the last monster girl insurrection?” She rolls her eyes. “Monster girls love human seed. Some of them need it to reproduce, but many of them crave it for sustenance. It is your life essence, Lucas. You cannot give it to them no matter how badly you may want to. If you do, you are beaten.”

  “So some of them may want to fight to the death and some may want to have sex with me?” You would rather fight the monsters that want sex. You have seen drawings of monster girls in the forbidden books at the temple. They’re almost always beautiful women, even when they’re combined with the most disgusting monsters. You ask Theora, “Do I have that correct?”

  “No, you don’t,” says Theora. “They may want to have sex with you to the death. They may want to eat you up or just drag you back to their lair to mate with you for the rest of your life. You’re going to fail, I can already tell, but you have Veleda on your side. You are the hero of one thousand lives and she will restore you to the beginning of any quest you fail.”

  “She’ll bring me back to life?”

  “Oh, she will not be happy about it,” says Theora. “Do not squander your lives.”

  “I don’t want to die, believe me,” you say.

  “Or be enslaved by the pleasure of a harpy?” Theora says breathily and jiggles her breasts. “Or tangled up under a Scylla girl? Or milked dry by a minotaur cow girl with huge, soft tits?”

  Your face goes hot at the way Theora is acting and the rude, not-at-all-angelic way she is speaking. She prods you in the chest with her staff, forcing you to look at her.

  “You will face all manner of monsters in battle, Lucas, but today, you face me.” She jams her staff hard into your chest and you cry out and stagger back. “Fight me! Come on!”

  “Hey, stop it!” You cry, just barely getting your sword up in time to parry an attack that might have knocked you out cold. You try to dance back quickly, out of Theora’s reach. She grins at you and whirls the staff as if it is weightless.

  “You’re facing off against your first monster girl, pipsqueak. I do not intend to go easy on you. What are you going to do?”

  What do you do?

  Wait

  Parley

  Attack

  Item

  Special Ability

  Surrender

  Visit Morelle the lesser succubus

  “I need to see Morelle,” you declare. “I need to, um, check on her. Make sure she is, you know, settling in or, um, whatever.”

  “Of course, master,” says Hina and she sets off for the bedrooms on the first floor of the palace.

  As you follow behind her a step, your face is hot with embarrassment and your cock is already twitching in your trousers. You have lusted after Morelle since you met her at the Spring Festival two years ago. You never gave much thought to actually having a date with her, she was popular with boys. Now, she is more beautiful than ever. She is not only available for a date, but a succubus hungry for your cock.

  Your hardness throbs in your trousers at the thought of Morelle devouring your seed. Whatever demoness touched her certainly transformed her from a pretty farmer’s daughter into a ravishing whore goddess.

  “Here we are, master,” says Hina, turning and stepping aside so you can approach the door to Morelle’s room. You listen at the door, your heat thudding in your chest. You hear a girlish humming from the other side. Will she remember you? What you did to send her here? Will she be angry?

  The door opens suddenly, with you still leaning against it, and you go spilling into the bedroom and land heavily on the wood of the floor. You are surprised to find yourself gazing up at the young, redheaded demoness wearing one of the housemaid dresses worn by the Hinas. She certainly fills the dress out more thoroughly than the golems.

  “Oh, hiya, Lucas!” She leans over you, her breasts straining the neckline of her dress. “What are you doing down there?”

  “What… I was coming to see you and the door opened.” You push yourself up on your elbows, giving her a lopsided smile. “Why are you dressed like a maid?”

  “Oh, the blue-haired girl gave it to me,” she says, dancing back and spinning around. Her tail lifts the back of the skirt as she spins, revealing the underside of her buttocks and the fact that she is definitely not wearing anything beneath the skirt. Your cock throbs with need as you watch Morelle dance for you, giggling with delight.

  “Why though?” You ask. “Are you going to be working as a maid?”

  “Well, sure, I want to keep busy,” she says, stopping her spinning and looking a bit dizzy and unsteady. “I have a broom and a duster. Over there somewhere.”

  She waves her fingers and you notice for the first time that she is wearing ruffled, fingerless gloves. You look where she is gesturing and do a double-take as you see an enormous phallus that seems as if is made from the same porcelain as the Hinas. One end of it has a strange black socket.

  “What is that?” You say, standing slowly.

  “Oh, yeah, I almost forgot,” she prances past you and picks up the porcelain cock. She strokes it with her hands and presses it against her jiggling breasts. “Hina brought me this to keep me busy. She says any time I’m bored she can stick it on and give me all the good, hard fucking that I need.”

  “A detachable penis?”

  “Mmmhmmm,” she says, lifting it up to her mouth and running her tongue around the fat tip. “Oh, it’s fun. She fucked me good. Anyway…”

  She tosses it onto the cushion of a chair and goes dancing across the small room to a four-poster bed. It is a smaller and less ornate version of the bed in your own chambers.

  “I took my panties off when she stopped by,” continues Morelle. “And I just can’t find them now.”

  She bends over to look under the bed and the back of her ruffled skirt lifts completely up and over her shapely ass. You have a perfect view of her creamy cheeks, her blushing pussy, and her plump thighs. She roots around under the bed, wiggling her ass from side-to-side as if to invite you to come over and stuff your cock in her slick little pussy.

  You rise to your feet as if in a daze and stagger towards Morelle. A part of you knows that you are succumbing to her succubus magic, but wasn’t that why you came to her bedroom? You stare at her luscious bottom wiggling beneath the ruffles of her housemaid skirt as
you are drawn closer and closer. You reach out, spreading your hand over the soft curve of her backside.

  “Oooh!” She stands up in surprise. You squeeze her plump ass and stare lustily into her violet-tinged eyes. “Lucas, you’re such a dirty boy.”

  “Me?” You scoff, giving her round backside another squeeze. “You’re practically begging for me to have, you know… sex.”

  “I do know,” she giggles and turns to face you. Her hand caresses your chin and slips down your tunic to the front of your trousers. “Oh, what’s this here?”

  She gives your cock a rough squeeze and you involuntarily groan. You start to speak and she kisses you. Her lips are as soft, warm, and inviting as you remembered. Her mouth opens to you and you cannot resist thrusting your tongue into the sweet cove of her kiss. You feel an exhilarating surge of pleasure, a flicker of violet light behind your eyes, and you know Morelle is feeding on your life force. Despite that, you hold the kiss for a moment longer, savoring the sweetness of her lips and the self-destructive pleasure.

  You break the kiss with a soft gasp and look at her accusingly.

  “Aw, don’t be mad,” she says, pouting out her lower lip. “I was hungry. I only took a little. I can make it up to you.”

  Her fingers caress your cock through your trousers. As she looks into your eyes, her fingers unbuckle your belt and make short work of the buttons of your trousers.

  “You should stop,” you warn her.

  “And yet you aren’t moving away,” she observes. “I almost think you don’t want me to stop.”

  You grimace, but remain still, as Morelle’s soft hand encircles your hard cock. She chuckles as she begins to gently wank you. Each stroke of her hand on your cock lightly bounces her breasts in her overfilled bodice. You are mesmerized by the gentle pleasure of her hand and the jiggling of her creamy cleavage.

  “You’re so dirty, Lucas,” whispers Morelle, leaning close to another kiss.”I think you had better let me clean you up.”

  “How are you going to do that?” You murmur.

  She smiles mischievously and without missing a stroke of your cock, she drops to a crouch and begins running her hot tongue around your fat cockhead. The pleasure is so intense that you nearly topple over. You rest a hand on her head and end up holding one of her curved horns. It has a texture like boiled leather and is surprisingly warm to the touch. Her tongue flicks at the slit in the tip of your cock and she murmurs with pleasure, apparently liking what she tastes.

  “Oh, Morelle,” you moan, unable to hold back your desire. “Suck it, please.”

  She lifts her tongue from your cock and cheerily says, “Of course, Lucas. I’ll get you nice and clean with my mouth.”

  She engulfs your cock in her hot, sucking mouth, taking you down to the root in a single stroke and gulping the head of your cock into the hot, soft tunnel of her throat. You almost shoot your seed into her belly the moment you feel her throat muscles squeezing around your cock. She pulls back, her tongue curling beneath your cock as she slides all but the head of your cock out of her mouth. Her hand moves between your thighs and she begins to fondle your cum-heavy bollocks.

  “Mmmmmm,” she murmurs, taking you to the back of her throat. She bobs back to the tip, her gripping hand clutching your spit-lubed cock. She begins to bob down nearly to the root, to the back of her throat, and work her hand on your cock to enhance your pleasure. You use both hands to hold Morelle’s horns as she bobs her mouth on your cock. The suction of her mouth is exquisite and the warmth of her saliva bathes your cock and drips from your balls.

  “I don’t know how long I can hold back,” you pant.

  “Mmmmm,” she moans with her lips against the head of your cock. “Don’t hold back, Lucas. I need your cum in my mouth.”

  She returns to enthusiastically sucking your cock. Your grip tightens on her horns as you feel pleasure building from your tightening balls. You work your hips slightly. A human woman might have gagged, but your cockhead pops into Morelle’s throat with each thrust forward and the vibrations of her moaning seem to indicate that she is enjoying herself thoroughly.

  “Ohhhhhh fuck,” you groan, feeling the inexorable rush of your climax. “Ohhhh, Morelle, I’m going to cum. I can’t hold back at all.”

  “Yessss,” she hisses, stroking your shaft with your cock against her lips. “Cum for me. Cum in my mouth. I want it allll.”

  Her hot, sucking mouth returns to your cock, bobbing hungrily on your surging cock. She looks up at you from beneath lust-heavy lids. The intense rush of pleasure reaches its peak and your cock begins to twitch between her soft lips.

  “MMMMM!” She cries around your cock, sucking your hot seed from your spurting tip. Violet sparks flash in her eyes and between the intense spurts of your cum you feel background waves of ecstasy. She is feeding again! You cannot resist the pleasure of her mouth on your cock.

  Your legs quiver and you hunch over her, forced to cling to her horns for balance. She presses forward, taking your cock into her throat and forcing you to continue cumming. Her throat ripples around your cock, somehow drawing you past the point of your orgasm and straight into another.

  You let out a terrified gasp as Morelle greedily drinks your cum and your essence with each gulp of her throat muscles. When you try to step back, her powerful hands grab your ass and pull your cock even deeper into her hot, suckling mouth.

  “Enough!” You cry, shoving her head away. Your cock pops wetly from her lips and your cum dribbles down her chin. She gathers up your dripping seed on her fingers and licks the pearly drops clean.

  “You’re so delicious, Lucas,” she giggles.

  “You can’t try to eat me like that,” you warn. “You’re supposed to be my ally now.”

  “Of course,” she says, rising smoothly to her feet and trying to kiss you.

  “Stay back,” you say, warding her off with your hands. “You’ve had enough for now.”

  “More later?” She claps her hands together with excitement. “I’ll suck your cum out whenever you want, Lucas. You’re so cute when you explode in my mouth.”

  Your cock twitches as you stuff it back into your trousers and retreat from Morelle’s bedroom. She watches you go, wiggling her fingers goodbye as you escape through the door.

  “Did you have a pleasant visit, master?” Hina asks, her voice close and loud enough to startle you. She smiles serenely, as if she did not hear you through the door as you were moaning about your orgasm.

  “It was draining,” you say, smiling weakly.

  “Sorry to hear that, master,” says Hina. “Where would you like me to take you now?”

  What do you do?

  Train with Theora the angel

  Receive pleasure from Hina the golem

  It’s time to return to the real world

  Attack

  You need to show Theora you can fight. Maybe it is the glowing sword in your hand, being told you are the hero of a thousand lives, or the fact that you are facing down a beautiful, golden-haired angel of Veleda, but you are not going to capitulate. You spend your days working the fields. You’re no weakling.

  “AHHH!” You give a hoarse war cry and charge at Theora. She reacts with surprised amusement, backpedaling easily out of your reach. Your swings are ponderous compared to each flourish of her glowing staff. She sidesteps another swing and gives you a solid whack on your ribs. You grunt, stagger, but stand tall.

  “Not bad,” she says. “Try again. Don’t hold anything back, farm boy. Try to take my pretty head off with your sword.”

  She lowers her guard, inviting an attack, and her mocking tone is so infuriating that you can’t resist. You grunt with effort and swing your sword two-handed. The blade flashes and Theora meets it with her staff.

  “Well, well,” she says. “Quicker than I expected. Now it’s my turn.”

  Theora unleashes a flurry of strikes that you struggle desperately to parry. Each blow collides with your sword with a flash of light and a shock
that travels up your arms and staggers you back a step. Each strike you block slower than the last until Theora finally knocks your sword to the floor and kicks it away.

  You hold your hands up. Before you can offer the beautiful angel a plea for mercy, she slams her staff into your chest and knocks you backwards. You collide with one of the only remaining bales of hay in your barn and tumble over it. Theora leaps over the bale of hay and jabs one end of her staff into your face, stopping short of hitting you with it. You are left panting to catch your breath and staring at the glowing end of her staff.

  “Not bad for a first try,” she says. “Too bad a monster girl doesn’t care about first tries. Once she has you beat, she is going to do whatever she wants.”

  “W-what does that mean?” You ask, looking up at the statuesque angel posing above you with her breasts thrusts forward in her clinging gown.

  “I suppose I will have to show you,” she says, whirling the staff out of your face and making it disappear in a flash of holy light. She gathers up her gown in her fists and you watch in amazement as she pulls the delicate fabric up her slender legs, exposing her knees, her thighs, and finally, the gold-thatched groove of her quim. Your cock goes almost instantly hard. Theora purrs, “Do you like looking at the cunt of an angel?”

  Your face burns with embarrassment as you mumble, “That’s, I mean, do you normally say it like that?”

  “I say it however I want,” she laughs. “There are no rules governing how I should speak in the presence of mortals. Now, I won and you lost, and that means…”

  She steps past your chest and stands above your face so you have a view directly between her legs at the golden fur of her cunt. You gasp in shock as she squats down over your face and grabs a handful of your hair. Her clean womanly scent fills your nostrils and makes your cock twitch in your trousers. She lowers her pussy until it is so close that her hair is tickling your nose and lips.

  “Lick it,” she demands. “The least you can do for making me train you is make me cum. Think you can handle that, farm boy?”