The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  Theora seems to recognize your anger and the haughty smile fades from her lips. She lets out a sigh.

  “Very well, Lucas,” she says, resting a calming hand on your shoulder. “I see you cannot help your desires. If it will ease them, I will allow you to pleasure me. I could use a bit of relaxation.”

  She rises and walks around the fire to the large stump where she had been seated before. She looks at you across the fire, her body golden in the light as she pulls her gown up her ample thighs and exposes the gold-thatched perfection of her cunt. The smile that creeps back onto her face is one of superiority. She knows you cannot resist her offer.

  What do you do?

  Crawl to her and pleasure her pussy

  Crawl to her and pleasure her feet

  Beg to pleasure her ass

  Put her feet on your shoulders and fuck her properly

  You crave Theora’s pussy with as much heat as she evidently craves your cock. You smash a kiss to her lips and roll her onto her back on the ground beside the fire. You work your hips, rubbing your cock against her slick slit as your tongue tangles with hers in a passionate embrace.

  “Fuck me,” she moans, reaching for your cock.

  You push her hand away, not willing to relinquish control. You rise to your knees and bend her legs up, resting her heels against your shoulders. The underside of your cock rubs against the hot furrow of her pussy. You work your hips, teasing her clit and enjoying the delicate velvet of her folds against your cock, spreading her juice from your tip to your cum-heavy balls.

  “Please,” she moans, wiggling her hips and grinding against your cock. “Fuck meee!”

  You have never seen Theora so aroused. Her face is deeply flushed and her creamy tits heave with each of her excited breaths. You smile triumphantly.

  “Sure, Theora,” you say. “I can’t refuse you when you beg like that.”

  “Beg?! I never… OHHHH!”

  You interrupt her by pushing down with your cock with two fingers, feeding your swollen cockhead into the folds of her pussy. Her mouth forms into a wordless “O” of pleasure. Her delicate cuntlips part before your hardness. You thrust deeper, burying your straining cockmeat in the steamy pit of her angelic sex.

  “Ahhhhh,” she moans and you begin to plow her depths, working your hard cock in and out, her legs against your lean, muscular body as you pound her pussy. Theora wails louder, tossing her golden locks across her face as she writhes in ecstasy. You laugh and palm her swaying tits, squeezing them roughly as you fuck Theora hard and fast.

  Her wings rustle against the ground and snap open so violently that they fling sticks, leaves, and loose feathers into the air. She tries to lift off the ground and you pin her back down, folding her legs back so her knees are nearly touching her breasts. Your strokes plunge even deeper at this angle. Theora’s face contorts in ecstasy.

  “Veleda!” She cries, jerking her hips and taking your cock to the hilt with each stroke. You feel the waves of her orgasm shuddering around your cock, the tension in her clenched jaw as she seizes you with her pleasure. She wails, “So deeeeep!”

  It is this last cry of pleasure that sets off your orgasm, your cock stiffening and exploding into the hot channel of her cunt. Your spurts of seed baste her depths and coat the jerking piston of your cock. Her gasps return to normal as your orgasm recedes.

  “That was incredible,” you laugh, taking a last stroke into her creamy pussy as you gaze down into her beautiful, silver-blue eyes. She pushes you away and your wilting cock slips out of her pussy. She does not greet your smile with a smile of her own. Instead, Theora seems somewhere between angry and sad as she crawls from beneath you and gets to her feet.

  “That was… a lapse in judgment,” she says, waving her hand to cleanse her body and again to wrap her beautiful curves in her gown.

  “Did I… did I do something wrong?” You ask.

  “I did,” she says. “It was foolish. We cannot behave this way. You are a mortal, I am an angel, and I am responsible for seeing you triumph over the forces of evil.” She waves at your limp cock. “Indulging in such pleasure with you does not serve the goddess.”

  “I…” You want to argue with her, but you see the hard look in her silver-blue eyes and you back away. You wipe your cock clean with a handkerchief and tuck it into your trousers. You mutter, “Goodnight.”

  You retreat to your tent, climbing into the bedroll as your thoughts return to the pleasure of taking Theora’s perfect pussy. You imagine yourself plundering her luscious peach again and again, driving her mad with your cocksmanship and pumping her full of endless waves of your cream. Your fantasy becomes your dreams and you imagine Theora begging for your cock bent over the bed in your farmhouse. She wails for your seed and pleads for you to breed her holy pussy.

  You are rudely awakened by Theora’s harsh command, “Up with you!”

  “Wha?” You stir in your tent, the light still gray before dawn.

  “I said get up,” shouts Theora. “I have almost finished with breakfast. Eat it quickly so we can be on our way.”

  You pull on your clothes and stagger out of your tent. Theora is stirring a pot of sweet-smelling oats over the fire and tending to a cast iron skillet filled with sizzling meat. Morelle is sulking on one of the overturned logs by the fire, idly stirring a steaming bowl of oats and meat.

  “Here,” says Theora, passing a similar bowl to you. “No honey.”

  “I had all the honey I need last night.” You begin to recollect, a dreamy smile on your face, but your bliss is cut short by Theora’s hard stare.

  “Speak no more of last night or I will feed you to the succubus.”

  You sigh and sit down beside Morelle.

  “You never came looking for me,” says the succubus. “I was waiting for you to come fuck me.”

  You sigh again and begin to stuff your face with the food. Full, but still sore and half-asleep, you strike camp. Theora promises you will arrive in Bruno before nightfall.

  CONTINUE >

  Startle Eye

  “You’re right,” you say, giving Gretchen your best smile. “I see it now. What chance do I have to defeat you?”

  “Good boy,” giggles Gretchen, squeezing and hefting her milky breasts. “Come and drink my milk, Lucas, and then I can have a taste of yours.”

  “Yes,” you say, taking a step closer and pretending to focus your full attention on her luscious mounds. Instead, you are softly vocalizing a prayer to Veleda, calling upon her holy radiance to blind Gretchen. You feel the warmth of Veleda’s blessing building in your clenched fist. As you step right up to Gretchen you suddenly thrust your hand toward her face and open your fist, palm-up. The burst of light is accompanied by a painfully loud bang. You are wise enough to look away, but Gretchen squeals in surprise.

  The startled cow girl lowers her head and charges blindly at you. Her horns almost catch you in the side, but you manage to jerk out of the way and throw yourself to the straw-covered floor. You hear a loud crash and the whole house seems to shake.

  You look over and see Gretchen has slammed her head directly into the wall, leaving a large indentation in the plaster. She is kneeling beside the damaged patch of wall, her head slumped forward and her shoulders and breasts covered in chalky plaster dust.

  For a moment, you think Gretchen has managed to kill herself, but you spot her breasts slowly rising and falling and she tries to lift her head. You brandish your sword. There is no honor to be found in smiting a foe in this state, but you are not doing this for the honor.

  “I’m sorry,” you say to Gretchen.

  “Mmmmmooooo,” she lows, her eyes rolling and a trickle of blood oozing from her hairline.

  You strike at her heart. It would be a mortal blow, but before your sword plunges into her chest there is a bright flash of light. When your eyes have recovered you see that Gretchen is gone. The pink gem in the hilt of your sword flashes brightly once before going dark once more.

  She has been
sent to the Sanctum to join the other monster girls you have defeated.

  “Defeated,” you say with a smile.

  You have beaten Gretchen and saved the world from another monster girl. You stride out of the farmhouse, your sword resting on your shoulder, a triumphant smirk on your face.

  CONTINUE >

  Visit with Hina in your private suite

  Theora always advised you to stay away from Hina, that she is powerful and dangerous. You are a bit ashamed to admit to yourself that you actually enjoy spending time with the beautiful automaton. Something about her elegant design and her servile, friendly demeanor is exciting. She makes sure you feel in charge, at least until she takes control in the bedroom.

  “I think, um, I would like to…”

  “Yes, master?” She asks.

  “I mean, I would like to spend time with you, Hina,” you say. “I mean, in my suite.”

  “Oh, yes, right this way, master.” She says, leading you through the palace and to the grand staircase that will take you up to your master suite. The much more realistic (but still obviously artificial) pleasure model of Hina is waiting for you on your four poster bed. Her soft-textured body is draped in sheer pink lace. Your Hina escort bows and steps out of the suite, leaving you with the pleasure model.

  “Hello, master,” purrs the pleasure model, rolling onto her hands and knees and arching her back. “How may I serve you today?”

  “I, uh, I was thinking…” You are a bit overwhelmed by the beauty of the automaton. Her pink hair hangs silky around her shoulders. Her soft lips are parted in a lascivious invitation. Even her peachy bottom seems to have a lifelike tone to it unlike the ceramic sheen of the other Hina golems. Also unlike most Hinas’ blue eyes, the pleasure model gazes up at you with glowing pink eyes that remind you of the gemstone in the sword.

  “Are you prepared for Level 3 pleasure, master?” Hina asks, crawling to the edge of the bed and reaching for the waist of your trousers. She pulls you closer and begins efficiently unbuttoning your trousers.

  “Um, Level 3? What’s… what’s… ohhhhhh!” A grin spreads across your face as Hina takes you into her warm, slippery, and perfectly soft mouth. She sucks with a steady rhythm, her tongue tracing every bulge of your cockhead. You rest a hand in her hair as she insistently bobs her warm mouth on your cock. You finally manage to moan, “Yeah, Level 3 is perfect.”

  Hina immediately pops her lips free from your cock.

  “You are such a big, strong man,” she saying, rising on her knees to be almost even with you. Her hands stroke your chest through your tunic and she presses a kiss you your lips. The forceful way her tongue thrusts into your mouth is a bit overwhelming, but you recover from your initial surprise and enjoy the pleasant, minty taste of her mouth. She finally breaks the kiss and moans, “I desire for you to insert your penis into me now, please master.”

  “What?”

  “Level 3 Pleasure initiated,” she says, her eyes flashing. She quickly turns around on the bed and drops to her hands and knees. She presses her face and breasts down into the soft bedding, deeply arches her back, and offers up her glistening pink cunt and the tight pucker of her anus. She repeats, “I desire for you to insert your penis into me now, please master. You are such a big, strong man.”

  Her behavior might be unnatural, but the blushing pinkness of her pussy is so lovely that you cannot resist. You stroke your hands over the warm firmness of her bottom, squeezing and caressing up to her lower back as you guide your hard cock to her entrance. The moment your cockhead makes contact with her slick folds it is sucked into her pussy.

  “Ahhhhh!” You cry with sudden pleasure as every inch of your hardness disappears into her velvet tunnel. You grip her waist tightly as she begins to move. She bounces her ass back against your hips as she forcefully impales her slick channel onto your cock.

  “Yes, fuck me, master,” she moans. “Fuck me in my vagina. Your cock is so big. It is so big. Fuck me harder.”

  Her almost monotone encouragement would be comical if it wasn’t for the forceful way she is thrusting back onto you. It’s almost terrifying and it does not feel as if her strangely sucking pussy will release you. It slurps and pops lewdly with each stroke and some sort of lubricant drips down your bollocks and patters onto the bed. Her ass smacks loudly against your hips and the bed shakes with the force of her movement.

  “Ohhhhh, Hina, it’s too fast,” you moan.

  “Affirmative,” she says. “Increasing speed.”

  There is a gush of lubricant and her body begins to move with violent force on the bed, her ass thumping back against you and nearly knocking you over with each stroke. You have to lean into her and hold tight to her waist to keep from falling. The stimulation is so intense that you experience a sudden, violent and forced orgasm.

  “AHHHHHHH!” Your cock pumps into her, spurting out your seed into her automaton depths. Hina hardly seems to notice. She fucks you right through your orgasm and continues as you wail with oversensitivity and try to push her away. “Hina, please! Stop! That’s enough!”

  “Affirmative,” she says. “Engaging vertical Level 3.”

  She slams her ass into your hips and pushes you back onto the bed, your upper body overhanging the bed as she rides atop you. Her pussy makes obscene sounds as your cum and her lubricant gush out and down your cock and ball. She bounces violently atop you, riding your cock through one orgasm and forcing another. You whimper, trying to push her ass away, spurting again deep inside Hina’s pussy as she rides you with her back turned.

  “I can’t take any more,” you cry as she fucks right through another refractory period.

  “Affirmative,” says Hina. “Extracting more.”

  She rotates you face you without dismounting from your cock. She has an insane smile on her face as she leans over you, pert breasts jiggling and her ass slamming down onto your cock again and again. There is a sudden crash as the bed breaks and the four posters fold inward. She grabs them with her hands and breaks them away, scattering sawdust over your sweaty body. If anything, this calamity only intensifies her ride atop you.

  “Nooooo,” you cry, feeling another forced orgasm. “I… aaahhhh!”

  Your cock twitches almost painfully inside her as you cum for the third time. Still, Hina continues, faster and faster, hard enough that you fear she will bruise your body or break your bones. You reach out and find a broken piece of the bed. Blindly, you swing it, smashing Hina in the face and finally knocking her off balance. You push with all your strength and get out from under her.

  You scramble away as the automaton rises from the bed. Her face is disfigured by the blow you struck, her eyes glow bright and mincing pink, and frothy cum drips obscenely from her freshly-fucked cunt.

  “Extracting more!” She says, stalking towards you as you retreat across the bedroom.

  “Hina!” You run for the door. “Hina, help me!”

  You manage to get it open and the blue-eyed escort Hina looks in alarm at the scene unfolding within the bedroom.

  “Deactivate Pleasure Mode!” She says and the light dims in the eyes of the pleasure Hina.

  “She almost killed me,” you say, pulling yourself to your feet with the help of the escort Hina.

  “She would not have killed you, master,” says the Hina. “But I see she was overly committed to pleasuring you. I will adjust her protocols for future visits.”

  The last thing on your mind at the moment is future visits. You pull on your clothes and stagger out into the hall. The escort Hina follows, closing the door behind you.

  “Was there someone else you would like to visit?”

  Where would you like to go?

  Visit with Morelle the novice succubus

  Visit with Oola the slime girl

  Visit with Gretchen the cow girl

  It's time to leave the sanctum

  Force Morelle to stop feeding on you

  You reach a hand beneath the water and pinch Morelle’s tail jus
t past where it has swallowed up your cock. The succubus stiffens and cries out and her tail immediately releases its suction on your cock and retreats from your tender tip.

  “Ah! Alright, Lucas!” She holds up her hands in surrender. “Owie! You didn’t have to pinch her so hard!”

  “Her?” You say, releasing her tail as it curls defensively behind Morelle.

  “Well, she has a bit of a mind of her own, so I like to think of her as my partner more than a part of my body.” The succubus strokes your chest, the injury apparently forgotten. “You know, there are a lot of other ways we can have fun together.”

  Her hand slips below the steamy water and she tries to gently grip your cock. You step back, escaping her grasp, and give her a scolding look.

  “That’s enough of your tempting,” you say. “We should return to camp. We have a long journey tomorrow.”

  “You first,” she says. “So I can see your buns when you get out of the water.”

  Your face reddens with shame, but you walk over to the edge of the stream and climb out of the water into the painfully chilly night. Morelle whistles at the sight of your backside as you climb up the shallow bank and onto level ground. The succubus suffers no such humiliation of scrambling up the bank of the stream. She flicks open her wings and soars out of the steamy creek. By the time she has landed beside you, she is dressed in a soft and very warm-looking gown. She has apparently learned how to conjure clothing as easily as Theora.

  “And to think I gave you my jacket earlier,” you grumble, lacing up your boots.

  “It was cute,” she says, her gown seemingly painted on her breasts and clinging to her shapely legs does nothing to lessen her loveliness. You are not fooled after her attempt to devour your very soul in the stream. You jerk away from her touch as she tries to caress your shoulder.