The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Oh, Lucas,” she moans, grasping your spurting cock and stroking it. Her touch prolongs your pleasure as you spurt out your seed onto her legs and all over her hand.

  “I didn’t… how did…”

  “Shhhhhh,” says Rachelle, pressing a finger to your lips. “It is all over now. Enjoy it, Lucas.”

  Her tail slithers out from around her hip and you watch in horrified fascination as its petals open wide and its mouth drools with oily slime. Its delicate folds yield to your cock and your manhood is sucked inside it all the way down to your root. The intense heat and rippling motion combine to make you cum almost instantly, your explosion enhanced by the powerful force of Lady Rachelle drinking your life essence.

  “Yes, that’s it,” she says, stroking your cheek and pressing her breasts against you. “No fighting it now. Give in to the pleasure.”

  “Ohhhhh, it feels so good,” you moan, your hips jerking erratically as the bobbing, slurping tail does all the work for you. “I’m going to… going… AAAAHHHHH!”

  You thrust desperately into the slurping lips of her tail, the petals fastened tight against your groin as it drains another intense orgasm from your cock. Your legs tremble and give out and you drop to your knees. Lady Rachelle stands over you, gloating and glorious, as her tail continues to suckle at your unflagging cock. You feel another orgasm rising as your mother and sister join Lady Rachelle.

  “Pitiful,” says your mother, looking down at you as the tail gurgles around your cock.

  “Ahhhhhh!” You cry, cumming again, spurting so hard and with such essence that the world begins to dim.

  “He’s cumming again,” laughs your sister. “He won’t last more than a few more seconds.”

  “That’s right,” says Lady Rachelle, sliding an arm around your mother and sister. “I can feel his life waning. He wants to give me every drop though, because deep down, Lucas is a good boy.”

  “Theora,” you whisper, reaching out at nothing as your cock explodes again, spurting out the last of your essence into the suckling tail of the Succubus Queen. In the intense wave of pleasure, darkness rises up to swallow you. With a last few violet sparks and a cruel laugh from Lady Rachelle, you are gone.

  The Succubus Queen’s tail releases your flaccid cock and your withered remains collapse to the floor.

  There will be no coming back from this defeat. Your journey is at an end.

  BAD END

  Attack

  “You want this sword?” You say, side-stepping a lash of the Succubus Queen’s tail. “I would be happy to give it to you!”

  With a cry of anger, you lunge at the succubus, your sword coming a finger’s breadth from impaling her chest. She dodges aside at the last possible moment and lashes out at you with a kick at impossible speed. You slew sideways and manage to stay on your feet. You swivel and turn to face her again, cocking back your sword to strike her down.

  She is already upon you, grabbing your throat in her clawed hands and leaping to drive both her knees into your chest. The force of the impact pitches you over backwards and the succubus rides you down to the ground. She lands so heavily atop your chest that it knocks the breath from your lungs. As you lie there, struggling to breathe, Lady Rachelle grabs hold of your wrist and wrenches the Holy Sword of Veleda from your grasp.

  “I will take that,” she says, ripping it from your grasp. She throws your sword across the throne room. There is an explosive crack of impact and the blade embeds in a stone pillar.

  “No!” You cry.

  Rachelle grabs the front of your tunic and lifts you up into the air. She holds you above her head, her fist twisted in the fabric of your shirt and pressing against your throat. You beat uselessly at her arms and kick with your legs. You might as well be kicking stone. She looks up at you and laughs.

  “You almost had me,” she sneers. “But almost will not save your life today, Lucas LeBlanc. Your soul is mine! Will you have the fire or will you feed me your soul?”

  “Bitch!” You cry, barely able to breathe with her fist pressing against your throat. “Can’t have my soul!”

  “The fire it is then!” The Succubus Queen shrieks with laughter and carries you to your mother and sister. To your horror, your own flesh and blood works together to haul open a huge hatch set into the floor. Intense heat radiates through the opening as the Succubus Queen holds you over it. You look down and see an immense lake of fire beneath the temple.

  “N-no,” you cry, staring down in horror at the bubbling surface of magma.

  “You should have fed me your soul,” laughs Lady Rachelle. “It would have been much more pleasant for you.”

  She lets go of your shirt and you plunge through the hole in the floor and down into the lake of magma beneath the unholy pyramid. Luckily for you, the magma is so hot that you are incinerated almost instantly. You hear yourself screaming as you dissolve into the roaring flames that burst from the surface of the lake.

  Unfortunately, you are dead and there will be no rescue for you in the cursed underworld of Chthona. Your adventure is at an end.

  BAD END

  Strike down the Succubus Queen

  Your mother and sister are bewitched. You cannot let their desperate pleas weaken your resolve. With a roar of determination, you swing your sword and slice through the neck of the Succubus Queen. Only the holy sword never makes contact with her neck. Instead, there is a burst of bright pink light and a powerful shockwave that knocks you on your back and sends you sliding across the floor.

  Your mother and sister are sent reeling as well, only they begin to change, their flesh and clothing reacting like steam and burning away in the pink light. They are transformed into succubuses, revealed to not be your mother and sister at all, but two imposters using their seductive magic to conceal their identities. They howl with rage and flew from the growing pink light and rushing winds.

  You look up as the bright light grows bigger and bigger and are shocked to see your mother and sister hanging from the ceiling of the throne room, suspended by chains. They are gagged and are cringing against the bright light. It grows to consume them and you.

  Suddenly, the floor seems to fall away beneath you or maybe you fall through it, you cannot be certain, but it feels as if you are being sucked towards the sword that was in your hand a moment ago. You plunge through a radiant pink void. You can vaguely see the silhouettes of your mother and sister, still bound by chains, but falling through the pink nothing with you.

  You have won, haven’t you? You defeated the Succubus Queen. You do not understand what is happening as you tumble end-over-end through the bright pink light.

  CONTINUE >

  Use an item

  The Succubus Queen lashes out with her powerful tail, its lewd tip flinging sweet-scented nectar at you as you duck and roll of out her reach. She snarls with frustration. You are the one who is truly frustrated. No matter how quickly you dodge or counterattack, the Succubus Queen is faster. When your blows are landing, she easily turns them aside or overpowers your strike. You need a way to even the odds. You need to use one of your items.

  But which one should you use? The Holy Symbol of Veleda might normally have driven fear into the heart of the demoness, but you are in her unholy realm and you are not certain that your prayers to Veleda would find a sympathetic goddess.

  You also carry the three potions given to you by Gretchen and derived from various alchemical ingredients and the milk of her laden breasts.

  The blue milk potion stimulates your libido and your physical masculinity, making you stronger and enlarging your cock to immense proportions. Although a big cock and physical strength might help you overpower Lady Rachelle, an unrestrained lust seems a dangerous quality to embrace. You might overpower her only to fuck her until you perish.

  The pink milk potion does not heighten your lust, but it does transform you into a beautiful, voluptuous woman. This might confuse Lady Rachelle and limit her ability to drain your life force.

 
; Finally, the swirling pink and blue milk potion unleashes chaotic effects and has unpredictable results. If you are truly beaten by the Succubus Queen, this might be just the thing to reset the battlefield and give you a chance for victory.

  “Give it up, Lucas,” sneers Lady Rachelle, swiping at you with her claws and nearly ripping your sleeve into ribbons. “You are weak and mortal. I am eternal.”

  You are growing weary and she only seems to be growing stronger by the moment. You have to choose!

  Which of your items do you want to use?

  Use the Holy Symbol of Veleda

  Drink the blue milk potion

  Drink the pink milk potion

  Drink the swirling milk potion

  Hand over the sword and have your mother

  Raw sexuality radiates from the Succubus Queen, but it is your own mother that draws your attention. You have missed her so terribly. Missed her smile, her kind eyes, her shapely hips and thick thighs, the more than ample swell of her bust and those thick nipples of hers jutting lewdly beneath her tight red dress.

  “Mother,” you say, drawing your sword.

  She steps forward, that familiar smile on her plush lips, but a different sort of twinkle in her eyes. She puts her hand gently on yours and guides the sword into the Succubus Queen’s hands. Lady Rachelle takes the blade, her violet eyes glowing brighter and a cruel smile spreading on her face.

  “Yes, yes, thank you, Lucas,” she says. “There you are, Annabelle. He is yours.”

  “Thank you, your majesty,” says your mother softly in a voice that makes your cock twitch in your trousers. You never imagined this moment, never thought it possible.

  The Succubus Queen takes your sister by the hand and leads her out of the throne room, leaving you alone with your mother in the vast hall. Your mother squeezes your hands in hers.

  “Why did you leave me?” You ask.

  “Oh, Lucas, my beautiful boy,” she caresses your face, the motherly gesture belied as she presses her generous breasts against you. “I did not want to leave you behind, but I had a very important task. I always planned to return. And here we are, my love, reunited by your bravery. Promise me.”

  She holds your face in her hands, kissing your cheeks and your lips.

  “Promise you what?” You ask.

  “Promise me you will never leave my side again,” she says, her blue eyes pleading.

  How could you do anything but promise her what she wants to here?

  “I promise, mother,” you say.

  “Oh, such a good boy,” she says joyfully, kissing you again. This time, your mother’s soft lips linger on yours, her body so warm and soft that you feel both at ease and aroused by her touch. You know it is wrong, but you cannot control your desire. You try to tell you that it is this place. Whatever the reason, your manhood throbs with need as your mother kisses you again and again.

  Her lips part and her tongue delves into your mouth. You know it is wrong, but you cannot resist as the kiss deepens and her warmth is all around you. She seems to hunger for you, moaning as she breaks the torrid kiss, “Oh, my son!”

  “Mother,” you cry as she pulls your head to her cleavage. You reach up and cup her huge breasts through her dress. They are so big and so soft, their creamy tops nearly burst out of the flimsy garment.

  “Oh, Lucas, pull them out,” she moans. “Suck mommy’s breasts.”

  “Y-yes, mother,” you moan, pulling the front of her dress down below the huge swells of her creamy mounds. Her areolas are wide and pink, her nipples thick and fleshy. You have never seen them before, certainly not up close like this, not since you were a nursing tot. Your mother croons with lust and guides you to her left breast. You open your mouth, tongue lapping her wide areola and centering on her thick bud. You suck it into your mouth, looking up with lust into your mother’s blue eyes.

  “Oohhhh, yes,” she moans. “Suck them harder. Don’t be gentle, my sweet boy. Suck mommy’s breasts.”

  You move to her other breast, assailing it with long, wet licks before tacking her fat nipple into your mouth and sucking hard. You nibble gently at it and she cries out with delight, pulling the back of your head to mash your face into her huge mounds of titflesh.

  “You like mommy’s breasts, don’t you?” She moans, caressing the back of your head and watching you lick and suck her breasts.

  “Oh, yes, mommy,” you cry, your cock twitching in your trousers.

  She lifts your head from her cleavage and strokes your chest with both hands, her eyes flecked with violet as she smiles sweetly at you.

  “My boy has become so big while I have been away,” she says, stroking your chest down to your abdomen. “I can feel your huge muscles, Lucas. And… what’s this? A big, hard cock. Would you like to feel mommy’s breasts stroking your cock?”

  “Oh, gods,” you moan. “We shouldn’t do that.”

  She is already sinking down to her knees, ignoring your concerns. As she begins to unbuckle your belt and unbutton your borrowed trousers she says, “No gods down here, my sweet. Only us and all the pleasure we can have together.”

  You watch in stunned, lustful disbelief as the woman who raised you grasps your hard cock and begins to stroke it. Her hand is soft and exquisite. It is as tender as the hand that wiped the tears from your eyes when you skinned a knee. She looks up at you and runs her tongue over your cockhead. You moan pitifully at the depravity and pleasure of the sensation. She takes your between her soft lips, sucking gently and covering your cock in copious amounts her hot saliva.

  She pulls back, trailing spit, and leans higher on her knees to guide your cock between her huge breasts. The pleasure of being squeezed between them is like nothing you have experienced with a woman before.

  “Ohhhh, mother,” you cry as she wanks you with her plush mounds. Your crimson cock bursts through her soft cleavage with every stroke and she catches it between her lips, sucking hard on your tip. Her tongue flicks at your slit, now leaking plentiful precum.

  “Give it to your mother,” she gasps. “Ohhhhh, Lucas, I want to taste your seed. Shoot your cum into mommy’s mouth.”

  The shameful pleasure is too intense to hold back. You thrust your hips, fucking between your mother’s soft breasts, your cock racing towards ecstasy as you look down on her beautiful face. Her lips are parted and catching your cock on every thrust. You slam forward, her huge mounds jiggling with the force of your thrust, your crimson cock shoved into your mother’s whorish sucking mouth. You explode between her lips, pumping your cum against her tongue. You are struck by a wave of pleasure far beyond any orgasm. You thrust again and shoot again, noticing the growing violet glow in your mother’s eyes.

  “M-mother?” You gasp, your strokes slowing as she continues to suck your cock, draining the last of your spunk. But she is draining something else too. You can see violet energy flickering around her lips. You try to step back from her, but she keeps her mouth latched to your cock, sucking you lewdly and moaning around your manhood. “Mother, stop it, please!”

  She pulls her lips from your cock with a loud pop of suction and looks up at you with a crazed look in her sparkling violet eyes.

  “Fuck your mommy, Lucas,” she moans. “I need your big boy cock in my hot mommy pussy.”

  She turns around, settling her upper body on her huge tits and lowering her face to the floor of the throne room. She grabs a handful of the back of her dress and pulls the skirt up her plump, creamy thighs, over her blonde-furred cunt, to reveal the full expanse of her plush bottom. She wiggles her hips slowly from side to side, inviting your gaze.

  “Fuck mommy’s wet pussy, baby,” moans your mother.

  Your cock is as stiff as ever. You know it is wrong, that something terrible is happening, but with the ecstasy of your orgasm fresh in your mind, you cannot hope to resist her invitation. You grip your hard cock at its root and move behind her creamy white ass.

  “Fuck me,” she moans, tilting her wide hips to offer up the blushing
folds of her glistening pussy. You can actually smell her arousal and it makes your cock twitch in your hand.

  You cannot stop yourself. You grab her plump rear and squeeze tightly marveling at the soft expanse of it as you press your cock to the drooling cleft of her pussy. You moan with depraved lust as you thrust your cock deep into your mother’s steamy fucktunnel. Her pussy is hot, wet silk around your cock, squeezing you and rippling around you as you fuck her with fast, desperate stroke. Your hips pound against her jiggling ass and you fuck her relentlessly.

  “Oooooh, yes, Lucas,” she pants, pushing back against you with every thrust. “Give me your cock. Give me your seed. Your essence!”

  “Mommy!” You cry, thrust desperately into her pussy and exploding, pumping her tight channel full of your cum. You feel a powerful tug from deep inside you and a wave of pleasure atop pleasure. Violet light crackles around your mother’s rear as her hot cunt drinks your load and your life force with each spurt.

  She fingers her plump asshole, moaning, “More! Fuck my ass, Lucas! Fuck mommy’s ass!”

  This is all far beyond even the most perverse fantasy you have experienced of your beautiful mother. She is begging for it, her scent thick in the air, her body seemingly built to satisfy your urges. You slide your cock out of her pussy with a wet slurp and press it to the violet-tinged flower of her anus. She seems to suck you inside her ass, drawing your unflagging cock deep with a single stroke.

  You are in heaven, wallowing in the heat of her ass, oblivious to the wing that sprout from your mother’s back and the dark red hair the spills down over her shoulders. Even when she looks back on you and you see another’s face, you do not question the pleasure of her ass milking your cock as you explode deep inside her. Pump after pump of your hot seed races through your cock and bursts deep into her clutching asshole.