The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

Grow angry and make her stop

  Demand she pleasure you with her mouth

  “A little fun?” You stroke Morelle’s cheek and slip your fingers into her silky lavender hair. You tighten your grip in her hair. “You know what you need to do?”

  “What’s that, master?” She purrs.

  “Get down on your knees and pleasure me with that demon whore mouth,” you say, a smile spreading on your face. Yes, this feels right. It feels good to take charge of Morelle. She’s such a whore, she needs a man to tell her what to do.

  Morelle seems to agree, cooing with delight and slipping off your lap and onto her knees.

  “Oh, master, I can’t wait to suck your big, hard cock.” Her fingers work the laces of your trousers. She draws down your underwear, your cock bouncing free and into her soft grasp. She is upon it in a moment, moaning lustily as she kisses it and swirls her tongue against your tip. “Ohhhh, Lucas, your cock is so beautiful.”

  Her hot tongue is enough to launch you to ecstasy. You are caught by surprise, your cock jerking and twitching in her grasp. Even the demoness is surprised by the first spurt of your milky seed. She cries out with delight as it splashes against her lips and dribbles down her chin. Her laugh is muffled a moment later as she engulfs your tip with her hot mouth and sucks eagerly. Your cum pumps into her mouth as she sucks, drawing out your seed and with it some of your life force. As she moans and bobs on your gushing cock, you feel a dizzying weakness come over you.

  Morelle releases your cock from her mouth with a wet pop. You slump back, exhausted by the pleasure of her incredible cocksucking.

  “Ohhh, I need more,” she giggles, stroking your cock past the point of sensitivity and slurping you back into her warm, soft mouth.

  “Th-that’s enough,” you moan.

  She ignores you and pushes away your hands. Her eyes flare with demonic evil and she sucks your still-hard cock into the intense, silky heat of her throat. She does not gag or struggle, she simply gulps your cock down her throat with every stroke, massaging you in ways that not even the most experienced human whore could ever manage. The clearing fills with her lewd slurping and moaning and your soft gasps of reluctant pleasure as her mouth draws you towards another orgasm.

  “Ahhhhh, please,” you cry weakly.

  “Mmmnnhhnnmmm,” she answers, the words vibrating around your cock and driving you to your climax.

  You whimper pitifully as you jerk and thrust into her throat. Your cock twitches and your cum erupts straight down Morelle’s throat and into her belly. She gulps in perfect rhythm to the spurting of your seed, milking out more and more and driving you to greater heights. A faint glow of magic surrounds her head and you can also feel her feeding on your essence, swallowing your life force with each pump of your cum. You are certain death is coming, and yet it does not arrive.

  Her lips release your cock and it slips from her mouth like an eel, flopping against your bared abdomen. You lie there wheezing and looking up at the moon, wondering how you managed to survive such an intense orgasm.

  “Morelle…” You croak faintly, your voice barely audible.

  “Do not fight it, Lucas,” she whispers, her words hot against your flaccid cock. “Surrender to the pleasure and all will be peaceful.”

  “Please… don’t… I… ahhhhhhh…”

  You lose the ability to speak as her warm mouth once more closes around your cock. It takes only a few sucks and caresses of her nimble tongue begin to coax you back to hardness. You lift your head just enough to gaze into her glowing violet eyes. The heat of her lips and tongue slipping and sliding over your cock are enough to stiffen you in a few bobs of her mouth. You rest a hand on her head, fingers tightening in her silky hair, but you make no effort to pull her away from your cock.

  The pleasure is too intense.

  “Please,” you moan, watching her bob faster and faster as the warm vise of her throat gulps your hardness down.

  “Mmmmmm,” she moans around your cock, her lust vibrating through your shaft to your tightening balls. You cannot stand the pleasure, the molten heat, the intense suction; it is too much. You let out a hoarse cry that echoes in the night and your cock surges and begins to pulse deep in her throat. You feel as if she is laughing at you, her brow knitting as you cum straight down her throat.

  It all begins to fades as your orgasm grows more intense by the spurt and you feel yourself falling upwards, disappearing into darkness as warm and pleasurable as her mouth. Morelle is laughing softly as your soul is sucked into her body.

  Your lifeless body sprawls beside the rock as you disappear into oblivion.

  CONTINUE >

  Cow Girl Ride

  Admiring Gretchen’s voluptuous body from her thick thighs to her immense breasts you have an appreciation of all of her assets. Even the plump bulge of her pussy in her frilly panties makes you ache to discover all the pleasures she could give you. What better way to experience defeat at the hands of a horny cow girl than to let her ride you into the sunset.

  “Your Cow Girl Ride,” you say firmly. “I want to feel your pussy on my… I want you to ride me.”

  “Oh?” She raises an eyebrow as she saunters closer. Her fat pink nipples brush against your tunic and she runs her teasing fingertips over the mound of your cock in your trousers. “You want me to ride this thing?”

  “Yes, I wmMMmMMM!” You moan as she presses her lips to yours. Her kiss is wanton and sloppy. Her tongue rolls in your mouth, overpowering yours as she roughly squeezes your cock. Her lips smack and breath is hot against your face. Her breasts mold against you and you can feel the warm trickle of her milk soaking through your tunic.

  “On your back then, Lucas,” she says, shoving you down into the straw.

  You stare up in stiff-cocked wonder as Gretchen slips out of her frilly panties and exposed the golden thatch and glistening, fleshy lips of her pussy. She stands astride you, spreading her cunt lewdly with her fingers so you can see the inner pink clenching in anticipation. She curls her fingers into her slick hole and lets out a deep moan of pleasure that sounds suspiciously like the lowing of a cow. She withdraws her glistening fingers and brings them up to her mouth, sucking her juices clean.

  “So sweet,” she giggles. “Would you like a taste, Lucas?”

  “I… um…”

  Before you can answer she steps past your waist and stands over your face, giving you a view straight between her shapely thighs and up at her plump mound. She spreads herself once more with her fingers, revealing her inner pink as she slowly squats down above you. Her thick thighs surround you and she lowers her hot, fragrant cunt until it is so close her silky hairs are tickling your nose. You breathe in her rich, womanly scent and lean up to taste her furrow.

  “That’s it,” she moans, grabbing a handful of your hair. “You didn’t even need to be told.”

  “Nnnnnhnnn,” you agree, tonguing her hot quim and tasting the honey sweetness of her nectar. You stroke her thick thighs and the roundness of her ample ass while your tongue plunges into the hot cove of her sex. She tightens her fingers in your hair and pulls you against her pussy.

  “Ohhhhhh! Yes! Feel that?” She guides you to her clit. “Suck there! Lick and… ohhhhhHH! Oh, Lucas! What a good little boy!”

  “Nnnnnnn!” You moan, furiously battering her fat clit with your tongue. She begins to grind against your mouth, her plump peach soaking your face with her flowing honey. You suck at her clit and she begins to ride hard and moan loudly.

  There is no mistaking her orgasm as she squeezes your head tightly between her thighs and rides your face so hard you are briefly afraid she will break your nose. Her puffy cunt pours her sweet juice into your mouth and you swallow again and again, addicted to the taste and to the warmth of her smothering sex.

  “Yes, you are a good boy,” she laughs, thighs still quivering with aftershocks of her orgasm. Her weight lifts from your face and you gasp fresh air. She moves down your body and lowers herself onto your cock, gripping it a
t the base as she descends and lining your fat cockhead up against the velvet folds of her cunt.

  “Ohhhhhhh gods,” you groan, steadying her with your hands on her broad hips as she sinks down onto your cock. Your surging manhood is swallowed whole in the steamy slickness of her pussy. She squeezes you with inner muscles and reaches a hand beneath her ass to fondle and massage your bollocks. Gretchen begins to slowly ride atop you as she gazes down into your eyes.

  The submissive act of licking her had you ready to burst and it doesn’t take long of watching the gorgeous cow girl riding atop you, huge tits heaving, before you feel your balls tightening and your cum boiling. You grab her thick ass tightly with both hands, fingers squeezing into her soft cheeks as you thrust upwards and sheath every inch of your surging manhood in her hot cunt.

  “Yessss! Cum for me!” Gretchen wails as you explode deep inside her clutching cunt. Your seed pumps again and again into that hot channel and oozes back down to drip from your balls.

  You thrust into her again and again, face contorted with pleasure as you spill every drop of your seed deep into Gretchen’s plump pussy. She rides your cock, cooing with pleasure as she milks out your cum with her inner muscles.

  “N-no more,” you moan. “I’m too sensitive!”

  “Too sensitive!” Gretchen snorts. “My Cow Girl Ride goes until I am satisfied! You’ll be bawling like a little baby by the fifth or sixth orgasm.”

  You try to sit up and she shoves you back down, tits bouncing as she rides more heavily than before atop your sensitive cock. She squeezes you with her inner muscles to be sure you stay hard. It’s only as you feel your second orgasm approaching that you realize there is no hope of escape.

  You have been defeated by the cow girl.

  CONTINUE >

  Drink Gretchen’s milk

  The thought of using some special ability to defeat Gretchen is forgotten as you stare at her thick nipples dripping with her milk. The scent of her dairy delights hangs in the air and your cock throbs in your trousers at the thought of sucking her cream fresh from her huge breasts.

  “Yes,” she coos, “you want it, don’t you?”

  She squeezes her breasts, producing two more delicate showers of her cream that patter against your face and tunic. You lick your lips instinctively and taste the sweetness of her milk. Warmth spreads through your body and your cock jerks against the inner seam of your trousers.

  “Yes,” you moan, unable to resist her any longer. “Yes, please, let me taste your milk.”

  “Taste it,” she moans, thrusting her chest out and her head back. “Drink as much as you would like, little Lucas.”

  You moan in defeat as you begin licking the milk dribbling down the curve of her huge breasts. You follow the sweet trickles up to her left nipple, running your tongue around it before she cradles your head and pulls you against her mound. You open wide, sucking the soft dome of her areola into your mouth along with her fat nipple. Her sweet cream gushes into your mouth, across your tongue, thinner than cow’s milk and much sweeter. You gulp it down and warmth and contentment spreads through your body.

  “Yesssss,” moans Gretchen. “Suck it, Lucas. What a good boy. My little Lucas.”

  Her soft tone and the primal pleasure of sucking the milk from her breast seems to transform you into a tot held in her strong arms. Although it is an infantile pleasure, it is also erotic, and the more you suck the more your cock twitches and jerks in your trousers. She pops her nipple free from your mouth, her milk dribbling down your chin, and guides you to her other breast.

  “Mmmmmm,” you moan, sucking her right nipple as she presses you into her soft, smothering mound. You squirm against her thigh as you drink her milk, lost to the world and adrift in the pleasure of drinking this delicious, relaxing cream from Gretchen’s massive milkers. Your body tenses and suddenly you are cumming, spurting your seed into your trousers and bucking your hips as you rub against Gretchen’s body.

  “Oh, my,” she laughs. “You were very hungry! And excited too!”

  She presses a hand between her thick thighs and into her panties. Her fingers begin thrusting into her folds as she pleasures herself while you continue to suck.

  “Yes, keep drinking,” she moans. “I love the way it feels when a good boy is getting his milk. We will have so much… ohhhhhh… so much fun together, Lucas. You will be my favorite cow and I will milk so much cum from you… mmmmmmMMMMM!”

  She writhes and squeezes you tight against her, bucking her hips and fucking herself with her fingers. The tension of her ecstasy nearly crushes your back, her embrace is so tight. When she finally relaxes, panting with her pleasure, she lets you slip to the straw-covered floor.

  “It’s time to go to the barn, Lucas,” she says, picking you up and tossing you over her shoulder. “We can start the milking tonight.”

  It all sounds quite lovely to you. With a bellyful of Gretchen’s milk, you haven’t a care in the world.

  But you have been defeated by the cow girl.

  CONTINUE >

  Attack

  “Back!” You shout. Emboldened by your faith in Veleda, you brandish your sword and the blade begins to glow. You swing your sword back and forth and Gretchen actually does back up a bit. You prepare to drive your sword at her heart. She rears up high on her hooves, standing more than a foot taller than you and looking furious and fearsome.

  “Humans never want to fight!” Gretchen laughs, her nostrils flaring and her blue eyes wide. “You always run and scream and then I catch you. But let’s fight, Lucas! Show me what you’ve got!”

  “For Veleda!”

  With a shout of righteous anger, you drive your blade at the heaving breasts of the cow girl. Instead of the flash of light you were hoping for, your sword is smashed aside by a swing of one of her arms and it clatters to the floor. Before you can reach for your weapon, Gretchen steps one hoof onto the fallen blade.

  “You think the goddess blesses you?” Gretchen laughs and squeezes her huge breasts. Milk patters onto your face and tunic in a warm mist. “She blesses me! And my milk!”

  You are certain Gretchen is about to smother you with her huge breasts. You take a step back, hoping to lure her away from your sword so that you can scurry around her gigantic hips and grab the Sword of Veleda.

  To your surprise, Gretchen does step off the blade, turning her back and exposing her huge ass thronged by the back of her frilly panties. You stare at her creamy cheeks, her slender waist, and up at her back where the sides of her huge breasts are visible beneath her arms. She looks at you over her shoulder.

  “You should have tried running,” she says. “This would have lasted longer.”

  “This would have—“

  Before you can finish speak, she lifts one hoof off the ground and kicks backwards with incredible force, hammering her hoof straight into your chest. The blow lands so hard you see stars and are unable to breathe. For a moment, you fear your ribs have been broken and your lungs collapses, then you manage to suck in a ragged, pained breath as you stare up at the flashing stars that seem to be on the farmhouse’s ceiling.

  Gretchen thumps over and stands astride your chest, her panties indecently taut against the plump mound of her vulva. She gazes down at you, only her eyes and the top of her head visible over the huge swell of her breasts.

  “Boys are terrible fighter,” she chuckles. “One kick and you’re on the ground. Right where I want you.”

  She turns again, her ass seeming to grow to immense proportions until you realize, in your dazed state, that she is squatting over you. She lowers herself to her knees and straddles your hips. You groan as you feel, through your trousers, the softness of her mound pressing down against the bulge of your manhood. She lifts her ass a bit, reaches a hand between her voluptuous body and yours, and frees your cock from your trousers. Her warm hand wraps around your cock and guides it to the hot furrow of her cunt.

  “Noooo,” you groan.

  “That’s ‘Moooo’
,” she says and sinks her incredibly hot and tight pussy down onto your cock. “Don’t worry, you’ll learn to say it in the dairy barn like all the other boys.”

  “OoooOOOooo!” You cry as she begins to bounce her big, cream ass up and down on your cock. Her cheeks jiggle with the force of each impact and smack loudly against your hips. You glimpse her plump pink pussy, glistening with her nectar, as it rides up and down on your cock. Her rosebud winks with a clench as her buttocks wobble open and smack closed with each roll of her hips.

  You are helpless, still catching your bearings after her kick, and you are certain you are about to explode deep inside her pussy. She rides her hot quim up to the head of your cock and slips off of it, catching your slick manhood before it can bounce away from her swollen folds. You gasp as she feeds your cock between her parted cheeks and against the velvet knot of her asshole.

  “Gods,” you murmur as your tip catches against her blushing divot and presses into her naughty hole. Your cockhead pops past the ring of her muscles and into the silky tunnel of her ass. It’s even warmer than her cunt and her stretched wrinkle squeezes around your cock as she rides down your cock until you are deep inside her ass.

  “Does that feel good?” She asks, swinging her hips and looking back at you as her greedy asshole swallows up your straining cock.

  “In-incredible,” you moan, resting your hands on her bouncing cheeks.

  “Oh, Lucas,” she giggles. “It feels so much bigger back there!”

  You know you are doomed. You cannot even fight against a pleasure this incredible as her hot hole massages up and down your cock and her plump ass drives you back down to the floor with each slapping impact. She moves faster and faster, watching over her shoulder and moaning with pleasure.

  “Give in,” she moans, arching her back. “Cum for me. Give me your milk!”

  “Ahhhhhh… yessss!” You cry, your fingers sinking into her plush buttocks.