Monstergirls, Heroes and You Ch. 02

"Do you want me to put it in my mouth? I won't do it unless you beg..." she grins evilly, showing her perfect teeth.

Crap... she's really this malicious? Not content with humiliating you as a Hero, she wants to strip away every last ounce of your pride as a man...

"We both know that you'll finish as soon as I put my lips around it. I'm curious to know what your semen tastes like, but I can wait. Can you?"

"Guh..." is all you have to offer in reply. The Hero in you screams no, but your instincts scream yes. "P-please..."

"P-please what?" she says, imitating your stammer.

"Pu... put it in your mouth..."

"Mm, I like it when you're begging like this. Am I your Queen now?"

"Y-yes..."

"Say it."

"Y...you're my... Queen..."

Her malicious leer turns to a genuine smile. "That's the nicest thing a human's ever said to me. You're such a good boy."

"A... am I?" This is the closest you can come to objecting to your new object of worship...

The Queen chuckles. "Hmhm. Yes, you're such a..." she waits for you to join in.

"Good boy." You both finish the sentence in unison.

"Well, if this is what you want..." she says, slowly bringing her soft, slippery lips to your penis. As soon as the faintest whisper of sensation registers on your penis, your resistance vanishes, and the tidal wave comes forth. Yelling at the unstoppable feeling, you cum rope after rope of semen into her mouth as she lovingly nurses on the head of your penis, her tongue rubbing against the underside, coaxing all the sperm right into her mouth. She makes a surprised noise at first, but begins moaning, the vibration bringing yet more pleasure to your cock as your hips twitch and your body surrenders to the ecstasy.

Finally, you finish cumming, and the Queen purrs contentedly. Exaggeratedly swallowing your load, she laps at the head to get every trace of cum, before disengaging with an audible pop.

"Mmm... you're a tasty one. I suppose I'm something of a picky eater, but you're just the most delicious, creamiest little Hero..."

You're not sure how you're supposed to take that compliment. She crawls back up onto you, idly playing with your hair.

"You're impressive... well, for a human," she tells you, looking deep into your eyes. "Most would be sucked dry by now... I would have deliberately killed you, you know."

"W-what?" you manage, head still scrambled by the mind-blowing ejaculation.

"If you had come just from smelling me... I was rather put out by your decision to attack dear little Cassandra, but your antics with Helena and Penelope persuaded me to give you a chance. I'm glad you didn't disappoint," she said, pecking you on the lips affectionately.

"W-what happens now?" you ask, still wary about being eaten.

"Now? Now, you're mine. I'm just waiting a little while for that magnificent dick to get back up, and then we'll get right back to the fun~."

Emboldened, you reach a hand up and stroke her wing.

"Mm, I'm sensitive there, that's cheating." In return, she runs her hand down your ribs, leaning in to kiss your throat. Even if you're not sensitive there, the sensation of such a gorgeous woman touching you practically turns your entire body into an erogenous zone. You caress her flank, relishing the narrowness of her waist blossoming out to the thick swell of her hips, and she smiles warmly.

"Hmhm, I can feel you stirring again down there... what a conceited Hero you are."

Sure enough, as she leans in to kiss you, your erection returns with a vengeance.

"I'll have to punish that penis of yours until it obeys me as well as you do," she says breathily, with a look that could melt a glacier. "But first, we really should get out of these clothes, shouldn't we?"

C...clothes? Oh, clothes. You were still wearing yours, so you shrug off your unbuttoned shirt, before removing your boots and trousers, leaving you nude. You look expectantly at the Queen, who pouts.

"Hrmm... I wanted to take your clothes off myself..."

"S-sorry..."

Her face brightens. "Well, you'll just have to take mine off instead~!"

You scramble to obey as she turns her back to you. She's dressed rather more than you expected, but it's all lingerie in any case... she could be wearing a burlap sack and still be gorgeous. Her lacy bra clips from the back, so you quickly undo it, before unlacing her corset. Impressively, her waist doesn't look any thicker after loosening it... she must just wear it for effect. After taking that off, your hands run down to her garter belt. "No, leave that on," she orders, so your next target is her panties.

"With your teeth," she whispers. You kneel; admiring her round, beautiful ass, your desire overcomes you. You lean in and teasingly bite her on the buttock, admiring how the red bite mark stands out on her otherwise unblemished expanse of pale, beautiful flesh. She gasps as you bite her, before grabbing the back of your head and smooshing it into her plump ass. After worshipping her behind for a while, you grab the top of her racy little thong with your teeth, pulling it down to her feet. As she kicks her panties away, you go to get up, but a hand stops you. "Stay... you need to return the favour."

She turns around, and you gaze into perfection.

Such a beautiful pink pussy, framed by sumptuous thighs dripping in her juices. Interestingly, the other succubae you had seen were shaved bare -- the Queen's womanhood was crowned with a small tuft of soft, purple pubic hair. Her pungent pheromonal scent emanated from her vagina even more strongly, and you find yourself drawn towards it. Your eyes travel up her gorgeous naked body to her face, and she blinks once, as if to give approval. With that, you cross the last inch and kiss the core of her being.

Her thighs tense as you take in her tangy, sweet taste. The tip of your tongue brushes against her clit as you part her lips, bathing in her flavour, fucking her with your tongue. She shifts her hips on top of your face so that you were licking her from underneath, and grabs your hands, moving them up her body to her large, soft, perky breasts. Losing yourself in the wealth of sensations, squeezing her boobs and teasing the pink, rigid tips, exploring her sopping, hot pussy, listening to the wonderful little squealing noises she makes in her throat as you pleasure her... for a time, you are in paradise. You decide you like her voice as she coos and sighs, and you frantically focus on her clit, licking and teasing it fervently as her hips subtly move on their own. "Keep doing that," she says, almost pleading. You comply, letting the tip of your tongue tickle her clit before running it up and down the length of your tongue. This elicits more delicious squeaks as her hands go to your head, running her fingers through your hair, at once steadying herself and immersing you further in her womanhood. Her cute whining gets louder as you pleasure the Succubus Queen, guiding her towards orgasm.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity luxuriating in the paradise between her soft, thick thighs, her grip tightens and her voice gets louder, rising to a crescendo of yipping cries as her legs tighten up, forcing you flusher against her pussy, your nose tickling her pubes. She goes weak at the knees for a moment, so you hold her up from below, grabbing her supple ass as you do. Standing up, you hold her in a hug as she leans against you, panting. In a cruel twist of fate, you realise the Queen's taller than you, so you rest your head on her sweaty breasts as she regains her breath.

Pulling your head up, she kisses you aggressively, pressing her yielding, supple body against you as she sucks the breath from your lungs. Your hands feebly explore her curves in response, humming contentedly. "It's been a while since a man has made me feel like this," she whispers, breaking the kiss. "Maybe this is why they call you a Hero... hmhmhm..."

Still embracing you, she walks you backwards until your knees hit a stone chair and you collapse into a sitting position on it. Despite what it's made of, it's surprisingly comfortable and warm. "Other monsters deride the Succubus Queen for having such a modest throne, but how little they know..." she says to you, her hair tickling your shoulders as she straddles your waist. "The true throne is the man under her, and her anthem is his moaning as he spurts himself into her..." She leans closer to you, looking deep into her eyes. "Hello, Throne. Before that becomes your new name, would you do me the honour of telling me your old one?"

Unhesitatingly, you whisper it in her ear. She shivers in delight, and as her hips sink down upon yours, she whispers her own to you. It's the most beautiful thing you've ever heard, but you only remember it for two seconds before...

So hot. So tight. So wet. In a flash of fire and silk, you find yourself sinking deep inside her. Her walls cling to you, a million little tongue-like folds wriggling against your flesh, and you cannot keep yourself from crying out. Her wings enfold you, leaving her hands free to cup your cheeks and force your head back as she stares intently at your face, as though cataloguing every little expression you make as she torments you just by slowly, ever-so-slowly, descending your length. As you go deeper into her, the sensations intensify -- she seems to get tighter the further in you get. You gasp pathetically, and she makes a little purring moan back as your dick parts her walls, but that little smile soon curdles into a mocking leer as she finally takes it to the base, her sopping thighs resting on your hips.

Involuntarily, you struggle in her inexorable embrace. Her monstrous vagina isn't only coiling around you, but it's curved in such a way to pile even more pressure onto your penis. The exquisite tightness is augmented by a sucking sensation, like even now she's desperate for every inch of your cock. Ultimately, with a moan, she fully bears down on you, getting maybe half an inch further that you didn't know was there. That makes all the difference -- in addition to the other intoxicating feelings, you've reached some sort of tight opening beyond her vagina, a sort of small mouth that latches on to the very tip of your sensitive glans and sucks. Hard.

This whirlwind of sensation forces you to scream, to cry out in helplessness at this torrent of pure ecstasy. She takes the opportunity to silence your voice by planting her mouth over yours, ravaging your mouth as thoroughly as she uses the rest of you. Her soft, pliant flesh rubbing against yours, the thin membrane of her wings against your back... you could die here. You dimly realise you probably would, but you don't mind anymore.

After initially struggling, you go limp. "Aww, you're such a cutie," she breathes hotly into your ear. "All I've done is taken you inside, and you're moaning like a girl..."

Your face burns in shame, but you're helpless before the storm wracking you. You can barely hold her gaze, those two red orbs gleaming with mischief. Nothing exists anymore apart from those eyes, and her, and you trapped beneath her. She's already taller than you, and her position atop you gives her the height advantage. She gleefully uses it to rain down a million little quick teasing, affectionate kisses all over your face that you can't muster the strength to resist, or even to kiss back. Eventually, she leans back a little, her wings unfurling from you and spreading behind her, clammy breasts almost sticking to you as though unwilling to let go. You realise by the change in her eyes that she's no longer the dominant yet nurturing lover. She's the Succubus Queen, resplendent atop her throne, ready to wring you dry.

She moves up slowly. Any hope that her demonic pussy would relent its pressure was utterly crushed; in moving up, her folds cling tighter to you, not allowing you to escape. And then she slams back down, subjecting you to that devilish little sucking mouth again. You reflexively jerk back, but she smoothly keeps up with you. "Heheh... don't run away from my pussy, sweet little Throne..." she says, moaning under her breath. She leans in to lick your ear, and it's all you can do to kiss and lick her neck in return, feeling the familiar pressure rising in your hips.

"I-I'm so close..." you manage to utter as she slowly fucks you into oblivion.

"You're rather quick, but I can forgive you for that, hmhmhmhm... you can shoot it once, and then we'll play a little game, okay?"

With that, she slams her hips down from halfway up the length. The intensity of her vagina forces you to defeat, and just before you cum the little vagina-mouth softly clamps onto your glans. Writhing under her, your hips involuntarily pressing harder against hers, you orgasm, frantically giving yourself to her with every rope of ejaculate that surges forth, your mouth agape in a soundless scream, setting your nerves alight in flames of voluptuous pleasure. You spend forever cumming deep within her, eyes rolling behind closed lids. Opening your eyes, you see her face set in an expression of joy, looking down at you like you're a prize pet. You try to grab her, kiss her, anything to reciprocate this pleasure, but the powerful orgasm has completely flattened you.

"Mm, the first semen from a deflowered dick is particularly delicious. Throne, you come rather a lot, you know. You're not like those other men," she murmurs, leaning back down to a prone position atop you.

Even amid your pleasure-wrecked mind, there's one infinitesimal lucid shard of you left. "W...what did you do to them?" it weakly asks.

"Hardly an appropriate topic given the occasion, but who am I to deny my Throne?" she softly says directly into your ear. "We took them, as is our custom as Succubae... we took their bodies, minds and souls..."

You shuddered. A soul, as stated in the Third Fundament of Magic, cannot be taken by force or mundane persuasion. A person has to genuinely want to confer their soul upon someone or something with no influence or coercion possible, so how did they manage it? On potentially dozens of victims, no less...

"They were... substandard, you see. A typical human man, even many such human men, they cannot sustain even us four. Their bodies can't keep up, they just can't cum enough. They would be useless to us as studs, so we took them..."

"You... y-you caught... an entire village's men... and then killed them...!?"

"Throne... no predator can afford to care about her food. She who thinks that preying is wrong will quickly starve. You, however... you are different."

"How..." you try to say, but your mingled fear, anger and bliss render you incapable.

"You came here to stop us, to put an end to our kidnappings, did you not? In that case, you have succeeded. You are most uncommon among men... you have so much semen to give us, and it's so rich and tasty... mmm, it's no wonder you became a hero..."

"W...what?"

"With you here, we have no reason to raid for humans... why go to the effort, when we can stay here and just wring you dry every day? You'll taste the most exquisite pleasure for the rest of your life... it is, as you humans would say, a win-win situation."

Shame. Burning shame, even in your bliss-wracked state, lances through your mind. But then... you've won, haven't you? You set out to stop the succubae, and here they are, stopped. Even at the cost of your freedom, body and sanity, you've effectively incapacitated the Succubus Queen and three others... it gives you a sense of sick, twisted pride. Indignity, satisfaction, lust, terror... trapped within an emotional maelstrom, your mind tears itself apart until only the beast remains, that which desires only to keep fucking this goddess of a woman, to keep sucking on her big, sexy tits, to grab and squeeze her pliable flesh, to-

Some unnatural cold slowly creeps from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. You forget your feral state in your bewilderment. What is this...? Magic?

"It's an impressive feat that you can still form speech at this point," notes the Queen. Realising you were vocalising your thoughts, you shut up and let her have her way with you. "Well, to answer your question, it is indeed magic. Going into the arcanaic specifics might irreparably shatter your mind, but the gist is that it makes you suuuuuper horny, and you don't get to cum unless I say."

You start to feel the 'horny' part of the spell take root, and it's particularly potent; up until now, your body was working off its own arousal, but now you're being forced by magic to get hard instantly, your sensitive head throbbing as you instinctively hump against her thigh. She gives you a little fond smile. "See? Now we're going to play a nice little game," she says, tweaking her nipples. "I think we can both agree that you're now unequivocally mine. While it is tempting to keep you all for myself, it's the mark of a good Queen to be generous to her followers."

"W-wha...?"

"Oh, dear Throne, dear, sweet, submissive, slutty little Throne... have you ever entertained the idea of getting your brains fucked out by four girls at once?"

At that cue, you see three nude figures pad into the Queen's chambers. You recognise the voluptuous purple twins glaring at you, as well as the petite body of Cassandra, smirking as she softly stroked her clit.

"Is he everything you hoped he would be, Your Majesty?" Cassandra asks, shamelessly diddling herself in front of royalty.

"Everything and more," smiles the Queen. "Tenacious, innocent, delicious."

"You!" interjects one of the twins, unnecessarily pointing. "You trapped and humiliated us for hours, you horrible little shit!"

"Oh, come now," said Cass. "You failed to seduce him, even when you cooperated with each other. Frankly, I'm surprised Her Majesty's allowing you to have a piece of him after that shameful display."

"S-shut up! For that indignity, we're gonna take it out on him!"

"You see? This must be the first time since Creation that a succubus has ever been embarrassed." Cass said, giving the twins a sidelong look.

This left the twins incandescent with rage, so while they attempted to form words beyond growling, swearing and mimed acts of violence, Cassandra takes the opportunity to step towards you as the Queen dismounts and moves away.

"Dear dear, Hero. A little time with the Queen and you turn into a little sex slave."

You don't answer. You're too busy admiring her body. Short and petite, entirely unlike her compatriots, her small chest and slim hips, her tanned flesh taut with erotic possibility, that adorable face with her cute upswept nose, her golden blonde hair done in a bob cut, her puffy, dripping pussy lewdly displayed...

"It's rude to ogle a lady, but I'll let you off," she playfully admonishes. Chastised, you look down until this gorgeous creature clambers atop you. She's short enough that being on top puts her at roughly face level to yours, so she darts forward and steals a quick kiss.

"I've wanted you since we met, Hero," she giggles.

"We... we've known each other for... hours..."

"That long?"

"Y-you're insane..."

"Calling me names is rude too... I'm going to have to punish you now," she declares, before lifting up and dropping herself onto your length, sinking down to the root with a little mewling cry. Her insides manage to be hotter than the Queen's, and narrow enough to squeeze at you from every angle as she bottoms out.

"Heh... the Queen likes her gimmicks," she whispers to you. "A thousand tongues lathering your dick with pleasure, that little trick she does with her cervix... I prefer just to pleasure you with my tight, wet little cunt..."

You can't argue with that. The Queen hit you with a myriad of different sensations, but Cass is almost painfully tight. She laughs at your expression, and flexes her insides so that it actually is painful for a brief second. The combined pleasure and pain forces you to cry out as she stares into your eyes mercilessly, pretty mouth set in a crooked smile.