The Easily Defeated Hero's Monster Girl Adventure

by Amanda Clover

  “Nooo,” you moan, too weak to rise.

  “Yes, Lucas,” purrs the succubus. “Now give me the last of your essence.”

  Her mouth descends on your hard cock and there is nothing you can do to resist her. She sucks you with the merciless skill of a demoness who has drained the life of a thousand men with her luscious mouth. Her lips work your cock and her tongue curls beneath your tip, flicking at your cockhead as she drives you to the brink.

  “Forgive me, Genevieve,” you cry out, looking up into your sister’s eyes high above as you explode into the succubus’s mouth. Pump after pump of your cum fires into that ravenous mouth, spilling down her throat along with your essence. You cum endlessly, spurting a terrifying quantity into her demonic mouth until you feel as if you are falling. A darkness yawns before you, warm and wet, drawing you deeper. You croak with fear as you are sucked into this void.

  “Mmmmmmmm,” you hear the succubus moan around your cock as your soul passes into her body.

  There is nothing left but the darkness. Your quest, and your life, are at an end. There can be no rescue from the demonic underworld of Chthona.

  BAD END

  Attack

  You glance again at the silhouette of Theora writhing in Nepenthia’s pitcher. The plant girl looks at you expectantly, twirling her green-blonde hair with one of her long fingers.

  You are struck with sudden rage at Theora’s predicament. There will be no surrender to this herbal harlot! You will strike her down for trying to devour the most beautiful thing in all the world. Nepenthia seems to realize what you intend a moment before you raise your sword and charge at her. Vines fly out of the surrounding jungle, wrapping one arm. You twist and pull and slice the vines with your sword. Nepenthia dances back, still smiling, but betraying a hint of fear at your ferocity.

  “You can’t have her!” You roar, hacking through several more vines.

  “Calm yourself, Lucas,” says Nepenthia. “I can share so many pleasures with you.”

  She drops the flowers from her pert breasts, revealing her pale green nipples. She moans and plucks at her hard buds as she looks at you lustily. You ignore this provocation, hacking your way through the vines. You plunge your sword into the pitcher containing Theora. Sickly-sweet liquid pours out, steaming hot, and Theora with it. Her body is naked, her skin pink from the digestive properties, but she seems unharmed. She moans and lifts her head.

  “Lucas, is that you? Am I dreaming?”

  “No,” you say, offering her your hand. “You’re not—“

  Before you can help Theora to her feet, vines wrap around your waist and pull you off your feet. Nepenthia prances towards you. With a wave of her hand, several vines slither off to begin binding Theora.

  “Let her go!” You snarl.

  “I think not,” says Nepenthia. “Your little songbird is going to be drained dry since she is so much trouble.”

  Your eyes widen with rage as you see two vines with hypodermic barbs slither towards Theora. One plunges into her inner thigh and the other digs under her arm. She screams in pain as her blood begins to drain down the translucent tubes of the vines.

  “Now, as for you, I have another plan,” says Nepenthia, reaching her nimble fingers down to your groin. She grabs your cock through your trousers. “You can watch your friend empty out as I take some of your liquid.”

  Nepenthia begins to unbuckle your belt, but the cruel plant girl has miscalculated. The sight of Theora being exsanguinated fills you with a white hot anger. Your muscles strain and you fury boils over into a roar. The vines wrapped around your arms burst into flames. Nepenthia shrieks, recoiling from the fire as you brandish your sword.

  “How did you do this?!” Nepenthia cries.

  You swing for her slender neck. Just before the blade makes contact, there is a bright flash of pink light and a low boom that knocks you back. The pitchers burst and spill their contents onto the ground. The vines wither and slip out of Theora’s arm and leg. She collapses to her knees, crimson trickles down the creamy white of her body.

  Nepenthia is gone. The crystal in the hilt of your sword glows faintly.

  “Lucas?” Say Theora, seeming to shake off the influence of Nepenthia’s flowers and digestive sap. “What happened? Are you alright?”

  “I am fine,” you say, rushing to her side. “You are bleeding.”

  She looks down at the trickles of blood and waves her hand. A faint golden glow suffuses her body and the blood stops as the puncture wounds close.

  “I remember feeling so much pleasure,” Theora says, touching her thighs and her breasts. “Was I… I was in a coffin?”

  “You were in one of her pitchers. The plant girl Nepenthia.” You help Theora to her feet. “I trapped her in the sword.”

  “Then we must continue,” says Theora, smiling wanly. You can tell that she has been weakened by the plant girl’s vines, her flesh still mottled pink in places from the plant girl’s digestive sap. You put a supportive arm around her as you continue into the jungle.

  Onward to the mountain stained red by the sunset.

  CONTINUE >

  Drink the blue potion and make love to Theora

  You want to impress Theora and give her the proper fucking you cannot normally muster. You draw out the blue potion bottle and hold it up, the contents swirling and glowing faintly in the musty cabin. Theora raises an eyebrow.

  “Are you certain about this, Lucas?” She asks.

  “No,” you say with a wink.

  You unstopper the bottle, raise it in a toast and tip it back against your lips. You gulp down a large swig of the sweet milky contents and return the remaining potion to your hip pouch. Warmth spreads from your belly outwards as Theora looks on with concern. You double up, your back and shoulder muscles tensing and then swelling larger and larger until your tunic is nearly tearing. Your muscles all over your body enlarge and your cock swells so much that it hurts as it strains your trousers. You quickly unbuckle and unbutton your trousers, your mind caught in a haze of anger and lust.

  “Are you alright?” Theora asks with concern. You cannot answer her through your clenched jaws. She reaches out and strokes your shoulder and it is like touching off a powder charge.

  You snarl and leap at Theora, grabbing a fistful of her gown and tear it away, her plump breasts jiggling into view. You palm one, squeezing and shaping it roughly as she cries out beneath you.

  “Lucas! My goddess, you are out of control!”

  “Your tits! Devour your tits!” You growl like a beast, palming both of her breasts, mashing them together, and plucking and twisting at her fat pink nipples. She wails as you roughly twist her nipples. You lean down and suck them each in turn, lewdly and loudly, her breasts glistening with your spit.

  You bite one areola and she cries out and punches at your head. You pull back, leaving a ring of red teeth marks around her pale areola.

  “Too rough,” she cries, smacking at your face.

  “Not rough enough!” You snarl, grabbing her in your arms and flipping her over with ease. You tear away the rest of her hanging gown, baring her creamy buttocks, thick thighs and the gold-thatched pink of her cunt. You swat her ass, causing her feathered wings to flick open and her head to jerk upright. You grab a handful of her golden hair in one hand and begin to rub the hot seam of her pussy with your other. You chuckle as you feel the slickness of her steamy cunt, “Oh, you’re wet.”

  Your raging hard cock will not be ignored for long. It twitches between her thighs as you smack her ass again and take hold of your cock. You stroke it and thump it against her shapely rear, rubbing along her crack and thumping upwards between her thighs to smack your cock against her clit. This rough teasing lasts all of ten seconds before you can no longer stand to hold back. You press the immensely swollen head of your cock to her tender folds.

  “It’s so much bigger,” she cries out. “Be careful!”

  You growl at her words. You release your hold on her hair to grab her
ass with your hands, spreading her cheeks and holding her ass steady as you press your cockhead to her folds. You feel the hot velvet of her pussy against your tip and you thrust forward with a savage snarl. Theora wails as you sheath every inch of your enlarged cock into her tight angelic cunt. You bottom out inside her, slamming your cock to the limit and swinging your heavy bollocks against her clit with a thump. You pull out and slam it back in again. Theora lets out a gurgling cry, somewhere between pleasure and pain, as you hammering her hot hole with the huge pillar of your cock.

  Each thrusts smacks against her jiggling ass and sends her dangling breasts swinging. You pump in and out of her pussy, fucking her hard and fast, sweat pouring down your face the whole time. Theora howls with pleasure, throwing back her head and cumming on your cock with sudden violent force. You feel her inner walls clutching tight around your cock and you can see her pink pucker flexing with each orgasmic spasm.

  Even as her orgasm seems to recede, your lust intensifies. You take hold of her wings, pulling them back for greater leverage and plunging her pussy with mighty strokes. You take her with deep, powerful strokes that leave her moaning and her stretched pussy fluttering.

  “You want this cum?” You roar, hammering into her hungry hole.

  “Y-yes,” she gasps. “Oh, please, Lucas! Cum for me!”

  “Cum in that holy cunt,” you growl, watching your massive cock slam into her cunt and pull back out again gripped tight by her pink pussy.

  You smack your hips against her ass so ferociously that the flesh-on-flesh impact sounds as if you are snapping wood. Her creamy cheeks redden and her pussy clutches intensely at your cock. With a last howl of pleasure, your cock throbs inside Theora’s hot pussy and you explode. She wails in unison with you as torrents of hot cum paint the inner walls of her pussy. You slow your strokes, savoring each flutter of her silky pussy and each throb of your cock as you fill her with your cream.

  You slump over her back, breathing heavily and dripping sweat onto her supple flesh and her feathered wings.

  “Suck it,” you growl.

  “W-what?” Gasps Theora, a tremor running through her pussy.

  You pull your huge cock of her stretched cunt with a lewd slurp, watching as a stream of milky cum drains from Theora’s gaping pussy. Your cock, though losing its hardness, is still huge and drooping like a pump hose. Theora turns slowly, sweeping sweat-plastered locks from her face as she turns her attention to serving your cock.

  “That’s it,” you groan as she begins to lick your fat cockhead. “You like this potion, don’t you? You like my huge cock.”

  “It’s so big,” she gasps, running her tongue over your swollen ridge and cleaning off the traces of cum on your veined shaft. She begins kissing and slurping at your cock as her hands caress your manhood. You watch with barely restrained lust as the beautiful angel worships you crimson horse cock.

  Her lips stretch wide, her eyes watering profusely, as she begins to suck you. The sensation of her hot mouth pleasuring your cock draws you back to full hardness, her drool spilling down your shaft to drip from your balls. You grab a handful of Theora’s hair and pull her head back, spit trailing to your fat cockhead.

  “Are you ready for more?” You ask and she nods and manages a submissive smile, running her tongue over your cock.

  You grab her roughly and contort her body so that the back of her head and shoulders are on the ground and her body is bent vertically so that her pussy is facing upward. You stand above her and feed your cock into her slick, creamy pussy with a loud squelch. She whimpers as you stretch her pussy once again with your cock. You fuck in and out of her like this, but only to coat your manhood with the mingled froth of your cum and hers. After a dozen or so strokes, you pull your huge cock out of her pussy and press it to the pink knot of her asshole.

  “N-no,” gasps Theora. “It’s too big!”

  “It will fit!” You snarl and thrust your cock into divot of her anus. Your well-lubed manhood bulls its way past her clench and you stuff her angelic ass full of your hard cockmeat. Her eyes go wide and she wails in shock as you thrust balls-deep into her perfect pink asshole. The hot, tight tunnel of her ass yields to your cock with every stroke. Even in your excited state, you are gentler with her than before, but you drive steadily in and out as your pleasure builds.

  Theora begins moans as you drive your cock in and out of her ass and her moans intensify as you rub furiously at her clit with your thumb. Her breasts flop against her tucked chin as you slide in and out of her tender asshole.

  “You want this cum?” You growl, feeling it churning in your tightening balls. “Do you want that pretty ass filled with cum?”

  “Ohhhhh, yessss,” she moans as you plunge in and out of her stretched asshole. “Fill… oooooohhhh… fill my ass.”

  You let out a savage roar, holding her legs as you bury your cock in her ass and explode. Your orgasm is both more intense and more prolonged than when you filled her pussy. You slow your strokes, panting like an overexerted beast as you pop your cock from her asshole and let your cum spill out of her naughty pucker and drip onto her face and breasts.

  Feeling suddenly lightheaded, you release her and stumble back. You drop to your knees as the transformation begins, your body shifting and softening as your massive muscles retreat. Your cock is still twitching as it begins to retreat.

  As you recover from the potion, a wave of guilt washes over you at how you handled Theora so roughly. You are surprised to see her wearing her gown, immaculate, and smiling as you finish your return to normal size.

  “I… I thought I hurt you,” you croak.

  “Oh, no, Lucas,” she coos. “I rather enjoyed your forceful handling. When you are under the influence of that blue liquid, your cock is… mmmmm... well, it is special.”

  You embrace her and kiss her, ignoring the implication that you are less than satisfying when you have not been quaffing Gretchen’s potion.

  You fall asleep with her in your arms. You are awakened some time later, sore from sleeping on bare wood. You realize Theora is no longer asleep. You sit up and see her kneeling in the doorway, her head bowed and her hands clasped in prayer. You can hear her speaking and you strain to make out her words.

  “Do not make me do it,” she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. “Please, my goddess, please do not make me. I cannot.”

  You want to call out to her, to ask her why she is saying this, but you dare not interrupt her communion with Veleda. Before long, she ceases her prayers and returns to your side. Her arm wraps tightly around your back and she presses her cheek to your chest.

  Sleep returns, but it is troubled by your worries about Theora.

  CONTINUE >

  Drink the pink milk potion

  “Stop fighting,” croons Charlotte. “I only want to mate with you and love you forever and ever. Is that so wrong?”

  “Stay back,” you warn, swinging your sword to keep her tentacles at bay.

  If all Charlotte wants to do is mate, you can think of a surefire way to deny her what she desires. You reach into the pouch and take out the bottle containing the pink potion made mainly from Gretchen’s magical milk and her sexual fluids. You use your thumb to pop open the stopper and tip the bottle back against your lips, gulping down a measure of the warm, sweet liquid.

  “What was that?” Charlotte asks, cocking her head as she looks at you curiously.

  You quickly stopper the bottle and return it to your pouch. Not a moment too soon, as you drop to your knees with the force of the transformation. It begins with your facial features, your chin narrowing and your lips becoming fuller, your nose more delicate and your eyes more feminine. Your muscles soften, your hips expand, and your breasts strain your tunic as they swell to bursting. Strangest of all is the sensation of your cock inverting and pushing up into your body, its flesh and texture changing, the sensitive spots rearranging as you become, physically at least, a woman.

  “You are a girl human,” say
s Charlotte.

  “That’s right,” you say, “and I certainly can’t mate with you as—“

  Charlotte interrupts you by launching her two longest tentacles at you suddenly and wrapping them around your arms. She drags you closer, drawing near and looking at you curiously with her strange eyes.

  “Fascinating,” she says, looking you from top to bottom. “You have become a girl human in only a few seconds. Are you fully like a girl human?”

  She seeks to answer her own question, more of her tentacles sliding over your body, unbuttoning your tunic to reveal your plump, soft breasts, and sliding down your trousers and undershorts to expose your brown-thatched cunt and your delicate feminine folds. You cry out as her slippery tentacles wrap around your breasts, binding them gently, squeezing them and coiling around them so that the tips of her tentacles flick at your hard, pink nipples. The sensation is incredible, each flick of a tentacle sending a jolt of pleasure through your body and to your clit.

  “They are bigger than mine,” she says, pressing her soft, slippery mounds against your new breasts. You gasp as she rubs her nipples back and forth, sensitive buds to sensitive buds. As she is using her own breasts to explore your body, her tentacles continue to explore. Two tentacles writhe between your thighs, suckers pulling gently at your flesh and the slippery tip sliding against your tender folds. You suck in a breath, looking into Charlotte’s strange eyes.

  “Oooooh, you are very warm all over,” croons Charlotte. “I will give you pleasure.”

  You try to deny her, but then her lips are pressing against your in an intense, but strangely cool and rubbery kiss. Her lips part and her slithering, serpentine tongue pushes into your mouth. You moan against her as her tentacle pushes into the hot cove of your cunt. You arch in her embrace, pleasure pulsing from your clit, through your pussy, and up to your throbbing nipples.