Monsterboy Quest Ch. 03

Part 3 Wrestling with Wolves

Note: All humans and monsters in this series are 18+.

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Levinja pulled her sword from the carcass of the dragon and wiped the green blood from the blade on its scaly hide with a cluck of her tongue.

This part of the wilderness had proven to be particularly dangerous. This had only been a wyvern, it was true, a smaller variety of the species, but it had given her a tough fight. She leaned against the creature's flank and waited for her heart to stop racing and for the tang of adrenaline to leave her mouth.

The Convent seemed far away, now, although in truth she had been gone for only a few weeks. But already her body remembered the old ways, and delighted in them. She squeezed a thigh and was pleased. She seemed to have lost a little weight with all the combat.

All the combat, and all the... She smiled ruefully. What would the Mother Superior say if she knew of Levinja's other adventures on the road to the Tower of Mahana?

Beneath the pleasant tiredness of her exertion, she felt a twinge. Ah, not again! What was it with combat that set her blood running? She had always been particularly rampant and demanding of her husband when she had returned from campaign.

She thought back to the bronze, hard body of Gulilubru and to the soft sweetness of Elysen. Oh, but she wished they had been able come with her on her quest! She would have been well provided for by both young men. Gulilubru would have been able to take her from behind while she ministered to Elysen's beautiful...

A hot, wet flush between her legs. No. To sit here and think of such things was foolishness. She should be on her way. Wyverns were not solitary creatures.

Levinja continued on her journey. She skirted a little lake until she found the river which fed it. The land was wild around here and without the paths cut by water and other natural phenomenon, she would have had to resort to cutting through the bush.

The rocky banks of the river were forested. Not easy going, but safe at least from any sign of monsters. Then the rocks and trees ended abruptly and she came upon a pleasant meadow. Soft grass replaced the hard treacherous smoothness of the rocks and she broke into a jog. Ah, but the grass was greener than any she had seen, even in the gardens of the Imperial capital, and she took a sensuous delight in the way it brushed against her calves.

Levinja decided to take a break. Part of the meadow here was sheltered by a low hillock - a perfect place for her to rest and yet keep half an eye on any threat which might approach. She undid her cuirass and placed it beside her as she lay back. The grass was a wonderful bed and the gentle slope meant she did not need to raise her head to keep the meadow in her sight.

She breathed deep of the earthy freshness of the greenery as the blades of grass tickled her ears and neck. Oh, she wished they were the gentle fingers of some lover teasing her!

She flooded again. Gods, was there no end to her hunger? Her hands rest on her thighs, tempting her. Oh, there was every reason to do it. If she could not draw her mind from the delights of laying with another, then she would be distracted if a threat did present itself. With an indulgent sigh she placed the heel of one palm between her legs and pushed down.

She was already swimming, the moisture brimming from her. She closed her eyes and remembered how she had brought the manticore boy to completion in her mouth as he lay back on the river rock, at how Elysen had so readily mounted her and rutted her from behind with an enthusiasm she had not expected from the pretty elf-boy.

Yes, delightful memories, and all the more delightful brought together in one fantasy!

The fight was already well underway when Levinja finally noticed the two monsters tumbling over each other in the green meadow below. Her hand flew from between her legs and she grabbed her cuirass, cursing her greedy lewdness.

But her hands stopped in the middle of tying the leather thongs and she let her armour fall back. The monsters were even more distracted than she had been, totally engrossed in their own fight.

As Levinja watched she caught flashes of pointed triangular ears among the grey-black mops of their hair, the flick of long, furry tails, the tangle of furry paws and feet. Like Gulilubru, they were young beastmen types, but what kind exactly?

One of the two monsters swung himself on top of the other who had fallen back gasping to the grass. The victor was slightly shorter, his hair a darker chocolate-brown with a stripe of white down the centre. As he held down his opponent, a grin coming to his panting face. He raised his tail in an arrogant display of triumph and lifted his face and howled.

Ah, so they were wolfmen! Well, wolf-boys anyway.

The victor's high howl dropped away and he looked down at his defeated companion, his gold eyes glittering in triumph. "I win again, brother!"

His brother, inflamed by his words, squirmed violently and kicked up his legs. He managed to push his distracted opponent off him and the battle started anew.

Levinja sat back and watched, amused. The boys were no threat. Even if they weren't totally embroiled in their own battle, they were young monsters. The taller one, the one with the lighter coloured hair and widely spaced eyes who was now pummelling his opponent around the face with flashes of his paws, seemed from his serious face to be the older of the two.

What at first seemed to have been a play-battle soon turned into an earnest one. The younger wolf-boy, harassed by the punches of his brother, leaped on top of him, a snarling ball of furious furry paws and feet. The older fell backwards onto the grass and the stripy-haired one darted forward his advantage, taking his opponent's ear in his mouth.

The older wolf-boy howled in pain. He shook his ear free then snapped back at his brother who leaped away and landed on all fours, snarling.

Soon the melee was joined again, with the two boys biting at each other as they scuffled. Yelps of pain and anger filled the air.

Levinja stood up. She had seen enough. The maternal side of her couldn't stand to watch the fight any longer. The fight had grown bitter and sooner or later one of the boys would injure the other. She had to do something.

She ran down from the hillock and stood near the rolling ball of clawed paws and snapping, snarling wolf-boys. She'd planned on separating them physically, but seeing the flashes of their white teeth and sharp claws made her think twice. Instead, she placed her hands on her hips and yelled at them.

"You two, stop that right now!"

She recognised the tone of her voice, the mixture of disappointment and rehearsed anger that every mother instinctively applies to recalcitrant children. How many times had she used it on her own sons when their rough-housing had threatened to spiral out of control?

The two wolf-boys stopped fighting immediately. The older one had temporarily got the upper hand and was holding his brother down, but in his surprise he let go. Two pairs of furry ears pricked up as they looked at her.

"A... a female?" said the older, glancing down at his brother.

"A human female," said the younger. He used the opportunity to slip free.

The two sat back on their haunches and stared at her. The red anger in their eyes was quickly fading, replaced with a cautious curiosity.

Levinja, still in her persona of disappointed mother, clucked her tongue. "Why are you two fighting? You're brothers, aren't you?'

The older nodded, but it was the younger who spoke. "My name is Remel, and this is my brother Romul."

"I'm the oldest," said Romul quickly.

Remel rolled his eyes. "Only by a few minutes, brother."

Levinja's eyes scanned the two of them. So they were twins? There was more than a passing similarity between the two, now that she saw them close up. Despite the patches of blood and dirt on their fur and their tousled hair, the two were attractive, Romul with his sensitive widely-spaced green eyes, Remel with his cheekily expressive golden ones. They were both wearing short trousers, but their chests were bare, tan and glossy and hinting at a future powerful musculature. Remel had a little tuft of hair just below his collar while Romul's chest was completely hairless.

Romul snarled at Remel, who stuck his tongue out at him, and for a moment the two seemed on the point of returning to their fight, even despite her presence.

Levinja raised her voice again. "Stop arguing," she said. "You should be ashamed of yourselves! Brothers need to look out for each other."

Romul and Remel both stopped and looked at her.

"I do look out for him," said Romul, somewhat petulantly.

Remel rolled his eyes. "No more than I do you, brother."

"So tell me," said Levinja. "What's this fight all about? Where's the rest of your pack?"

Remel glanced at his brother, and Romul with a sigh, explained. "We always argue like this. And the rest of our pack is..."

"They've started ditching us," said Remel, frowning and kicking at the grass with a foot. "We're not kids any more, so we have to start looking out for ourselves."

"I see," murmured Levinja. It was clear what was happening. Like their animal cousins the wolves, wolfmen ran in packs ruled by a dominant female, the mother. She was the one who had children by the dominant male. The children would remain with the pack until they grew of breeding age, and then slowly but surely they'd be turfed out to look for mates from other packs, to start their own or join another pack as a beta.

So now they were wandering around on their own. Well, no wonder there was tension. It was a hard job finding a mate.

Levinja took a knee and sighed. "Ah, I see. So you guys are on a girl-hunt, I guess."

Romul glanced at Remel and blushed, but the younger stripy-locked wolf-boy grinned. "Uh huh. But I've already mated."

"So have I!" said Romul, not to be outdone.

Levinja smiled. Males! They were all the same, really, monster or human. She remembered the pride she'd taken in her own sons' not meagre exploits.

"So why aren't you with your girlfriends' packs?" she asked.

Remel chuckled. "She wasn't my girlfriend. She was my den-aunt. And Romul mated with his den-sister."

Den-aunt? Den-sister? Ah, but they must mean the other wolves, not blood related, who had joined their pack for protection.

"But mom found out," said Romul. "And that's kind of why we got kicked out."

Remel nodded. "Only dad is allowed to mate." He snorted. "Gross, huh?"

"Well, I'm sure you'll find fine mates," said Levinja. She stood up, glanced back at the little hill where she had left her pack and cuirass. She really should be-

But Remel had bound forward and was staring up at her, his tail up. "And why are you here?"

"I'm on a quest," said Levinja. "Travelling to the Tower of Mahana. And I really should-"

Remel chuckled again. "A quest? You're not on a hunt for a mate yourself?"

Levinja laughed. "A hunt for a mate? Like a boy-hunt?" The memories of the past few days poured in on her. Wasn't she also on a hunt of that sort? Ignoring the thought, she shook her head. "I already have a mate. Well, had one," she said. "Anyway, I'm too old to be hunting boys."

Romul frowned. "But you're not much older than our den-aunt and she was always hunting boys."

Levinja snorted. It was a funny compliment, of sorts, but she didn't take it to heart.

Remel snuck closer, placed his nose near her and started sniffing.

"Hey!" cried Levinja. "What are you-?"

A few more sniffs and Remel bounded away and sat back on his haunches. His eyes were glittering. "You smell like you're on a boy-hunt."

"I smell?"

"Your scent," said Remel. His face had grown serious, although the cheekiness remained. "You're in heat, right?"

Romul came forward then and shyly sniffed Levinja as well. Levinja was so bemused by the situation that she let him, even when he circled round her and smelled her butt.

The older boy went back and joined his brother. "You're right. She smells different since she's a human, but she does smell like she's in heat."

Levinja gasped. Ah, those thoughts from before? She was still sticky between her legs and no doubt that was what the wolf-boys could smell.

"Humans don't go 'in heat'," said Levinja quickly.

"So how do you have puppies, then?" said Romul, his eyes narrowing in disbelief.

"Humans have children, of course, but we have them all year round. We don't have a breeding season." Oh, why was she bothering to try and explain this?

Remel glanced at his brother. "All year round?"

Romul flushed red. "So... so you're in heat all the time?"

"No," said Levinja. "No, not all the... uh..." It sounded like a lie even to her own ears. And all this talk of mating was making her heart race. She felt that familiar ache in the marrow of her bones and her skin began to tingle.

The two boys sat forward.

"She's excited now!" said Remel eagerly to his brother.

Romul nodded.

The two came closer to her and started sniffing her again. Levinja swung around, trying to keep the eager young wolf-boys from sniffing her around her most intimate area.

"Different from a wolf," said Romul.

"But she smells good," said Remel.

She smells good? Oh gods, don't say stuff like that...

Levinja flooded again.

This was too much for Remel. He plunged his face right between her legs.

Levinja grabbed the boy's tousled head and gently pushed him away. "Hey, hold on there. Have some manners!"

Stupid. They were just acting like wolf-boys. It wasn't their fault. Like human boys, they were horny all the time. And they'd been turfed out of their pack. They'd probably not mated for a long time.

Their exciting sniffing and wagging tails were far from annoying, in truth. Levinja found herself delighted at being the centre of attention for the two charming little balls of male energy. But she still had to push them back to stop them from knocking her over in their eagerness. This was hard to do, since she was being assaulted on two fronts by sniffing noses and nuzzling faces.

Suddenly Remel stood up and hugged her. Levinja in her surprise could do little more than hug the wolf-boy back - he was heavier than he looked and he threatened to push her over as he pressed himself against her.

With his face close to hers, she saw his big gold eyes grow suddenly glazed and a thin string of drool slip from his mouth. It was then she felt something hard poking into her thigh. The wolf-boy was pressing his erection against her!

It felt pretty substantial for his size and she couldn't help but feel flattered. But when he began to hump against her, she gasped and took his arms from around her and pushed him away.

He fell back on his haunches, a look of disappointment on his face. Romul fell back with him and the two wolf-boys looked at her.

Remel's eyes grew huge and glistening, while Romul tilted his head at her and frowned.

The sight of their hang-dog expressions melted more than just her heart. Levinja sighed. This was really starting to be a habit!

"Okay," she said. "We can all play, but you have to promise to be more gentle."

Romul glanced at Remel, who grinned back and then turned that charming smile toward Levinja. "We'll be gentle, right Romul?"

Romul nodded enthusiastically.

Levinja stood, considering the two with her hands on her hips. Well, she'd never been faced with a situation like this before. With two eager boys wanting to play, how would she manage this? She'd never lain with two lovers before, but a quick consideration of the mathematics made the problem not an insurmountable one.

"I think the two of you should stand up. It'll make this easier."

Romul glanced at Remel, and when the younger boy stood up he did too. Levinja came closer, her heart racing with her excitement. The two boys were very good looking, but each in their own unique way. Where Romul was tall and serious, with gentle features and big liquid eyes, Remel was shorter, cheekier in expression and constantly grinning. Even the way they held their tails was different. Romul's wagged slower, as if he was more wary, while Remel's tired the air with its excited waving.

Like all beast-type monster boys, though, they were well-built, a testament to their active outdoor lives.

But what about what was under their shorts? She'd only felt Remel's hard member, so she decided to treat Romul first of all. She would teach these two how a human woman played the fun game of mating!

She dropped to her knees in front of Romul and the boy look down at her, wide eyed, as she fumbled at the thongs which tied his shorts. They were already nicely peaked and when she finally got them off and pulled them down, a not unsubstantial penis was released. She took it in her hand straight away and gave it a few experimental strokes.

Romul groaned and shuffled his feet. Remel watched on, a strange look of disappointment and eagerness on his face.

A few more strokes and the organ attained its full hardness. The pink head was already slick with his excitement and as Levinja drew closer her senses were assaulted with the pungent fragrance of an aroused male.

She winced as an electric shock sprang through her body. Gods, she was excited, too. Her underwear was already awash and she felt the trickle of overflowing juices on her thighs.

She couldn't tease herself or the poor trembling boy any longer. She slid her mouth over the head, tasting salt.

Romul groaned and Remel muttered a little "Wow!"

Levinja drew the rest of the wolf-boy's length down her throat, then brought it back up so that she could play with the head with the tip of her tongue. She found the little depression and as she probed it a surge of gooey male flavour spilled out of him, as well as another groan. But this was just a taste of what would come later.

Levinja slid her hand around Romul's waist, cupped one of his hard buttocks and gave it a squeeze. Oh gods, how did these young men have such wonderful tight backsides? She pulled his shorts down further but they got trapped around his thighs and she abandoned them there so that she could grasp both firm globes in her hands and push his member deeper into her throat.

In her enthusiasm she almost made herself gag, so she drew him out of her throat and instead began to bob on his erection, delighting in how diamond-hard he was. There were few things more exciting for Levinja than to feel male hardness, a hardness she was responsible for, slipping in and out of her mouth.

Tension pooled between her legs and she denied herself the pleasure of her hands, enjoying how the teasing was making every joint in her body ache with need.

Suddenly she felt a hand on her chest and then another. Remel! He'd got bored of watching. With characteristic impatience, he began squeezing her breasts through the material of her tunic and breast-wrapping.

His hands were ungentle, but Levinja enjoyed them, especially when he began to rub his palms over her hard nipples. Pleasure surged up from her sex and along her spine.

"G-gentle," she murmured and Remel, good boy that he was, stopped rubbing quite so hard.

Romul, meanwhile, was in a daze, his legs trembling from the pleasure spilling through him. Ah, so although he had mated before, no doubt it had been a frenzied and furtive business, since it was against pack rules for him to do so. Probably his lover - who had it been, his older den-sister? - had not had the chance or maybe inclination to set his body alight with sweet foreplay.

Remel, meanwhile, began pushing against her, humping her with the nice erection she'd felt earlier. Levinja took pity on him. Anyway, Romul had had enough of a turn - no doubt he would not mind if she turned her attentions to his brother.