The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Teaching him to win,” says Saleen. “Again, Lucas. Show me you have it.”

  She comes at you with whirling strikes of her dagger. You pull back just enough from her attack that her blades slice your loose robe and you cry out and tumble away from her. You end flopped on your back, one hand clutching at your wound and the other your sword.

  “Lucas!” Theora cries out and hurries to your side. She kneels down and gingerly moves your hand away from your “wound” to discover the absence of blood on your robe. “What is this?”

  You smile at her as you gently tap her side with the flat of your sword, demonstrating that you could have dealt her a mortal blow.

  “Ah, I see,” she says. “Well, you have it. I was fooled by my idiotic concern for your wellbeing. I won’t make that mistake again.”

  She walks away sulking and Saleen gives you a hand up from the sand.

  “If she kicks you out of the tent tonight,” says Saleen, stroking your hip, “you can come stay in mine.”

  You are surprised by the small, beautiful assassin’s offer. Theora does not exile you from the tent, although she remains sulking through that night.

  The caravan journeys for four more days through the seemingly endless Sea of Sand. You only know this by asking Theora, because your own sense of time has been eroded by the rolling sameness of the terrain. The occasional rock outcropping thrusting through the dunes or the sun-bleached bones of some beast provide the only intermittent relief from the sameness.

  On the eleventh day, the perpetual shimmering oasis on the horizon reveals strange towers of molten brass and onion-domed structures. Walls slide into view and then a road becomes visible winding through the desert. And almost suddenly, you are at the gates of the cursed city of Kazadar. Hard-eyed traders glare at you as you pass into the city and the tumult of the bazaar. You and Theora climb down from the backs of your sand shufflers as the merchants of your caravan scurry to work.

  “This is where I bid you farewell,” says Saleen, still mounted on her beast. “You will find Yasmeen at the center of the maze. Follow the serpent’s coils.”

  You give her a salute and set off through the crowd. Suspicious merchants and peddlers eye Theora and her angelic wings. You try to ignore them as you follow the wide bazaar as it curves into the city. You realize, soon enough, that the bazaar is the only road through the city and it forms a spiral winding tighter and tighter towards the huge, brass-towered palace at the city’s center. At the final turn in the bazaar, the wide thoroughfare clears and reveals the greenery of date palms and a bubbling fountain. Guards in red armor stand at attention as you slowly approach the immense, onion-domed palace.

  “This must be it,” you say to Theora. “How do we get an audience with—“

  The human guards surge forward from their posts, grabbing you and Theora with sudden violence and dragging you up the stairs and into the palace’s gilded main entrance.

  It seems you are being granted an audience.

  CONTINUE >

  Dreams of Chthona

  The world is darkness and fire. You are deep within the earth, in a tunnel of black stone where fissures open to reveal vast lakes of magma and stalagmite chimneys pour out brimstone-scented smoke. You stumble away from a rolling river of fire and into the heat-hazed darkness. You feel as if you are staggering into a stove.

  The rock burns beneath your bare feet. You feel certain your ragged clothes are about to burst into flames. The unbearable heat gives way to red carpeting; the black igneous rock to the polished walls of a sinister citadel. Cool air pushes away the heat and you are standing in a bedroom. It is richly appointed and detailed in layers of ebony woodwork and black gemstones. The furnishings – a four poster bed, couches, and chairs - were carved by master woodworkers and similarly black. The only color is the red of the carpet and the cushions on the furniture.

  And the women sprawled atop the bed.

  One is white-haired, yet youthful, extravagantly beautiful with pale skin and eyes that burn red. Her wings and large horns betray her as a succubus. Her red corset squeezes her ample breasts, but she is bare from the waist down, revealing her thick tale and the cock jutting from between her creamy thighs.

  It is Lady Rachelle, the Succubus Queen. She kneels behind the other woman, grasping this woman’s shapely hips and thrusting into her from behind. The woman lifts her head and croons with pleasure.

  It is your mother.

  “Oh, Lucas,” she gasps, arching her back and thrusting against Lady Rachelle’s cock. “It’s so good! She fucks me so good!”

  The prehensile serpent of Lady Rachelle’s tail slithers between your mother’s plump buttocks, up her back, and thrusts its phallic tip into your mother’s eager mouth. Your mother’s eyes roll back as she sucks eagerly at this demonic cock.

  “Does it hurt to see your mother defiled?” Rachelle mocks you, scratching bloody runnels with her nails on your mother’s creamy rump. “Do you think she hates me, Lucas? That I imprisoned her here in Chthona?”

  “Let her go, you bitch!” You shout, balling your hands into fists, but unable to move any closer.

  Your mother moans with ecstasy around the tail-cock in her mouth and arches her back, offering her plump bottom up to Rachelle to plunder with each thrust.

  “I know how your father died, Lucas,” purrs Rachelle, making your mother’s breasts swing with the force of her strokes. “Do you?”

  “It was sickness,” you blurt.

  “Yes, but where did that sickness come from?” She slows her strokes and your mother whimpers each time Rachelle pulls back slowly and thrusts in roughly once again.

  “It fell upon him… like a curse,” you say, remembering him falling in the middle of labor in the field. You recall your father’s gaunt appearance and haunted eyes in his last hours.

  “Yes, that’s right, a curse,” laughs Rachelle. “But only the gods would have that sort of power. And their servants.”

  “You don’t… you cannot mean…”

  “Why don’t you ask your precious angel if she knows how your father perished,” mocks Rachelle.

  “No,” you moan, tears falling down your cheeks.

  “Yesssss,” moans Rachelle. “Oh, yes! Your mother is such a fine guest in my realm!”

  Your mother wails around the cock stuffing her mouth. The tail-cock bulges. Rachelle thrusts furiously and cackles with cruel laughter as she pumps your mother’s mouth and pussy full of a massive load of demonic cum. Your mother seems to be in the throes of pleasure of her own as she is pumped full of demon seed. It spills out of your mother’s mouth, drips down her thighs, and begins to ooze out of her eyes like tears.

  “Noooooo!”

  You awaken sitting bolt upright in the bed. You are drenched in sweat and your heart is pounding heavily in your chest.

  “It is alright,” says Theora, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “It’s over now.”

  You look at her for a moment, standing beside your bed resplendent in her gauzy gown, and you resist the urge to shake off her touch and shout accusations at her. You struggle to come up with a way to phrase the questions storming in your mind. Theora releases your shoulder and steps back.

  “The caravan is ready to make for Kazadar,” she declares.

  “The… the Toad,” you say, remembering the price of your defeat the day before.

  “It is a matter we put behind us, Lucas,” says Theora. “I did what had to be done and I did not enjoy it.”

  You nod and begin to pull on your clothes, your face hot with guilty embarrassment. You decide now is not the time to question Theora about something a demon said in a dream. Once you are dressed, Theora leads you out of the small bedroom, through the sandstone corridors of Toad’s fortress and out to the waiting caravan.

  Various traders from Toad’s operation have gathered more than a dozen lowing sand shufflers. The hump-backed reptiles have wide shoulders and four thick legs. Their backs are draped with woven saddl
es and hung with baskets and bags containing goods for trade in Kazadar. Theora walks with you to the front of the caravan and pats the back of the sand shuffler.

  “This one is yours,” she says. “I’ll take the one behind. Saleen is taking the lead.”

  You look up at the sand shuffler at the very front of the caravan. The diminutive warrior woman is wrapped from head to toe in layers of light tan cloth. She pulls the cloth down from her nose and mouth and smiles.

  “Good morning to you, Lucas,” she says and adds a wink. “Are you ready to see the splendors of the Sea of Sand?”

  “No,” you say, miserably, struggling onto the back of your sand shuffler.

  “It is a long journey to Kazadar,” says Saleen. “Perhaps we will become friends.”

  Gripping the woven reins of the sand shuffler, you find Saleen’s optimism very misplaced. The warrior woman clucks and her beast rises higher from the sandy ground and sets out from the courtyard. You try to imitate the sound she made and your beast rises and nearly knocks you from its back. Clinging to the meaty hump of the sand crawler, you embark on your journey to Kazadar.

  CONTINUE >

  Refuse to take Theora’s place

  Although your urges have definitely changed along with your body, you find this more disturbing than encouraging. The thought of being fondled, let alone mounted, by a disgusting creature like Toad makes you want to scream. You look at Theora and her creamy flesh, blushing cheeks, full lips, and her large, silvery-blue eyes. From her shapely body to her white feathered wings you hate the thought of such pristine beauty being defiled by the likes of Toad, but you cannot stand in the way of it.

  You are beaten, but you cannot submit to sex with a lizard man.

  “I cannot take her place,” you say in your soft, girlish voice. “I am a man.”

  “You do not look a man or sound a man,” croaks Toad. “But very well, I will console myself with the loveliness of an angel. And you will watch me do it.”

  Toad’s big, rough hands caressed Theora’s body through her gown. She pinched her lips and shuddered with disgust. He grabbed her gown and yanked, tearing it from her shoulders and exposing Theora’s plump breasts, fat, pink nipples, shapely hips, and her gold-thatched cunt. He kneaded her breasts in his big hands, laughing and running his tongue from her shoulder up to her neck. He roughly pinched her nipples and he let out a cry.

  You are torn by the sight of the disgusting reptile touching Theora in this way. You are revolted by him and angry at what he is doing and yet… your nipples are stiff and throbbing eagerly, your cunt aches with need, and your whole body feels warm.

  “You feel it, don’t you little Lucia?” Toad croaks and gives Theora’s face a long, wet lick. “The lust that burns in your body. It’s nothing to be ashamed of, my pretty. If you desire to pleasure yourself while you watch, I understand your need.”

  “Leave her alone,” moans Theora.

  “Yes, of course,” croaks the ugly toad. “My attention is on you, Theora.”

  He pushed Theora to her knees and twists his clawed fingers into her golden tresses. You gasp in shock as glistening pink flesh pushes out from a slit between his scaly legs. A monstrous cock slides into view, ridged and slightly bent, with an almost soft appearance like a bit of gristle. A chewed, oozing, ten-inches or so of pink gristle covered in tiny red capillaries. Theora fights to turn away from his foul cock and escape his grasp.

  “Pleasure me, winged slut,” croaks Toad. “Or I’ll drag your girl over here and fuck her pretty face.”

  It almost seems that Theora is about to attack Toad and fight him off, but you hear a soft moan and she reaches out with both her hands and wraps them around the shaft of his glistening pink flesh. Her mouth opens and her tongue swirls against that unwholesome cock. Toad’s throat inflates and he croaks with pleasure as Theora surrenders to his desire. You can hardly believe it as her full lips stretch around his reptilian cock and she begins to suck him. The throne room is filled with Toad’s croaking and the wet slurping sounds Theora is making as she pleasures his cock intently. Her eyes close and Toad begins to roll his hips, fucking his fat, monstrous cock into her mouth.

  “MMMmmm!” She moans in protest, but does not fight him as he uses her for his pleasure. The lewd sight of that gristly pink cock sawing in and out of Theora’s mouth sends a thrill of lust through your body. It’s so wrong and yet you cannot deny the perverse beauty of the angel working to satisfy the bloated lizard man.

  Without thinking, your hand slips between your thighs and your fingers find your clit. You begin to rub that strange bud of pleasure, sending rippling waves of pure ecstasy through your body as you strum it faster and faster. Theora’s head bobs submissively on Toad’s big, beastly cock. Her muffled moans of discomfort are sounding increasingly like moans of lust.

  Toad locks his bulging, yellow eyes on you and lets out an amused croak. He pulls Theora, gasping and drooling, off his hard cock and turns her to look at you.

  “You see, Theora, she cannot stop herself in the presence of such power. We had better put on a good show for her.” He roughly turns her around and pushes her onto her hands and knees. Theora whimpers as he grabs her hips and raises the creamy globes of her ass, his clawed fingers leaving scratches on her flawless flesh.

  The grotesque reptile crouches behind Theora’s luscious rear and teases the dripping tip of his monstrous cock against her delicate pink furrow. Theora moans, sinking down until her breasts and face are against the floor and submissively offering up her cunt to him.

  “See how she wants it,” croaks Toad, glancing in your direction. “My cock drives females insane with need. It is only fair that I give them what they want!”

  He punctuates the sentence with a sudden thrust of his hips, skewering Theora’s angelic quim on his huge cock and sheathing every glistening inch in the hot channel of her cunt. Theora’s cry echoes in the large room with both shock and satisfaction as she is filled by Toad’s thrust. He grips her hips and begins to rut her relentlessly, his cock making lewd sounds as it squeezes into the angel’s soaking cunt with every stroke.

  You tremble with sympathetic pleasure and thrust two and then three fingers into your hot pussy. You imagine the depraved pleasure Theora must be experiencing and you cannot stop yourself. The angel manages to push up off the floor, her plump breasts powdered with dust and swinging beneath her with the force of Toad’s rut.

  “To plunder such soft depths again! Truly a prize worth any expense!” Toad croaks, his words incongruous with the animalistic way he moves against Theora.

  “Ohhhhh,” moans Theora, unable to keep silent as the monstrous cock rams in and out of her clutching cunt.

  Toad’s croaks of pleasure build to a loud crescendo, his claws drawing blood from Theora’s flanks as he grips her tightly and his throat inflating massively. He buries his cock inside her, his scaly belly against her ass and his thrust driving her face back down to the floor. You cry out with pleasure, your cunt walls squeezing your fingers as Toad pumps his foul seed deep into Theora’s angelic cove. His cum overflows her stuffed cunt and drips in yellowish strands from her blushing cunt. Theora wails with despair, her wings snapping open and shedding a feather, her body wracked by ecstasy as she cums around his monstrous cock.

  You fall to your knees, overcome by your pleasure and the guilt of masturbating to Theora being defiled. You can feel your body slowly beginning to return to its male aspect and you quickly withdraw your fingers.

  “You have missed out on the pleasure, Lucia,” croaks Toad, dragging his cock out of Theora’s creamy pussy. He strokes her ass almost tenderly. “I will give her a night to remember. Kahad! Kahad, come in here! Take this one to a room and give her… him something to eat.”

  As you continue to transform gradually back into a man, you are grabbed by Toad’s muscular guard and dragged from the throne room. You moan with defeat, seeing one last glance of Theora as Toad resumes fondling her before you are pulled through the c
urtain.

  Kahad takes you to a small, windowless bedroom and tosses you inside as you complete your transformation back into a man. He tosses your clothing and the sword into your room.

  You are brought a tray of food and a pitcher of cool water by a serving girl. Fresh robes and underclothes are provided. As you suffer in solitude in relative comfort, Theora’s nightmare with Toad must be just beginning.

  CONTINUE >

  Use Lure of the Lily

  Facing down the giant lamia, your mind returns to the ability taught to you by Saleen in the Sea of Sand. You are not as strong as Yasmeen and you certainly do not have her endurance. She is going to wear you down and then tear you to bits or devour you. No, you need to lure her into a vulnerable position and defeat the lamia with a single stroke.

  You feign an all-out attack on the lamia, running at her and raising your sword as you shout, “Dieeee!”

  She takes the bate, smiling with satisfaction and swinging her tail at you, hitting your from the side and nearly knocking the sword from your grasp. The blow is painful and disorienting, but you maintain your grip on your weapon and roll with the momentum of the impact. You tumble several times before landing on your back, scraped and bloodied, barely able to breathe. You resist the urge to look at her and see what she is doing and you remain on the ground, motionless, feigning unconsciousness.

  “Pitiful, Lucas,” hisses Yasmeen. “I expected better from the chosen champion of Veleda. I suppose she is running out of young men to send on her foolish quests.”

  She slithers over to you, looming above you triumphantly.

  “Well, I suppose you will taste just as good whether or not you are much of a hero.”

  You hear a strange cracking sound and open your eyes just enough to see Yasmeen. She has unhinged her jaw, opening her mouth to an impossible degree. Her mouth descends on you, all pink flesh and white fangs ready to claim you as her meal.