Monsterboy Quest Ch. 04

His member sliding back out was almost as pleasurable as when it had slid into her, and Jameth's desperate voice echoed from the stone walls. Levinja grinned down at him. Yes, let him fill these tunnels with his cries while she took every iota of pleasure from his innocent body!

She rolled her hips forward, then back again, quickly. No elegance, now – she needed him deep inside her, needed his virginal semen filling her. Levinja began humping him eagerly, his shaft plunging in and out of her dripping sex with a lewd wetness that made her lose the little control she still had. Her breasts swinging, the cheeks of her bottom slapping against the boy's thighs, her hips became a blur. She grunted as she engulfed him, sweat rolling down her body, saliva dripping from her slackly open mouth onto the boy's ecstatic face. With every penetration deep inside her, a cry leaped from Jameth's lips, driving Levinja to redouble her efforts.

No words passed between the two, no other sound but Levinja's lusty grunts and Jameth's gasps and pants. The knight's palms scraped against the dusty floor of the corridor, the small of her back and her thighs burning with her exertion, but the pain only added to the pleasure which was pouring through her. Gods! This boy had made her lose herself. There were no tender words, no gentle touches this time – no, Levinja smashed her hips down on him again and again, her glistening breasts squashing against the boy's chest as his smaller body bounced up to meet hers. It was as though she was doing push-ups in the exercise fields of the academy again, the sweat pouring off her, but her grunts were those of a rampant mature female in heat, not the pained sounds of a knight-in-training.

In no time at all Jameth gave a louder cry and Levinja felt the hardness plunging into her double in rigidity – or so it felt to her. She humped him faster, knowing he was not long from reaching the summit of his pleasure – she was not far from her own, either. No, in fact she'd almost come several times already, the stickiness of the near-climaxes plastering their bodies together. Jameth's penis was so slick she feared he would slip out of her in this final moment, and so she pressed herself down harder, making the boy yelp.

Then he was coming, his gorgeous male organ splattering its first blast of blistering hot fluid inside a female. Levinja shouted, crushing herself down on him and Jameth shouted too, a cry of unrestrained ecstasy. He thrust his hips up in the instinctive rut that even the most inexperienced male knows how to do, stabbing his spurting member into her again and again. Levinja's breath exploded from her, a deep guttural gasp as her swollen womb was left dripping with the flood of the boy's essence.

He seemed never to stop, but at last his spurting slowed and the heat inside Levinja lessened. His semen poured out of her, mixed with the surge of her own lewd fluids – so copious and liquid that for a moment she feared she'd peed herself as she'd come.

Jameth's eyes opened, those beautiful jewelled eyes, and Levinja kept humping him, but gently now, subdued by exhaustion and the pleasure still washing through her body. Even though they had both come together, she didn't want this beautiful joining to end.

Able to think clearer now, she dipped her head through the crook of his bound arms. His hands slid around her neck and Levinja was able at last to press her mouth against the boy's gasping lips. Her tongue delved into the salty deliciousness of his mouth, basting every corner with her saliva.

Gentleness overwhelmed her heart, then. With the boy embracing her, the ravishing knight fled away and Levinja melted again into the loving, maternal woman. Her bites became soft kisses, her growls tender purring as she peppered him with light touches of her lips and tongue.

Jameth gasped against her lips, the last of his pleasure pumping through his body. He was surprised by the sudden tenderness and he did not move but let her kiss him.

"Oh my darling," breathed Levinja. "My beautiful Jameth, you did so well." The tender kisses upon his mouth at last coaxed him to respond and Jameth pursed his lips and lightly kissed her back.

The knight sighed deep in her chest, moved by his warming to her and she melted beneath her waist. You lewd creature! The boy's inexperienced kisses were already heating her blood again.

Levinja unwillingly withdrew her head and neck from the embrace of his bound hands and eased her naked, sweaty body off the boy, letting his now-soft member pop free. He gasped, still sensitive, and sucked in a lungful of his breath as the pressure of her weighing down upon his chest was alleviated. With a gasp of her own, but this time of pain, Levinja sat back on her knees. Her thighs and legs were aching, her buttocks too, and with a sigh of relief she rolled onto her side beside him. Her greater height was far more obvious now their bodies were flush together and she drew Jameth to her, cradling him in her embrace. The imp let her and he gave no protest when she kissed his sweaty, tousled hair between his horns and stroked his back. His immature wings, free now, furled and unfurled, and Levinja felt a little sting of guilt at how she had crushed him beneath her as she had taken her selfish pleasure from his virgin body.

Her hands slid down onto his loincloth-covered butt and she squeezed it. Jameth made a sound she couldn't decipher against her chest – his face was firmly nestled between her boobs – and she murmured happily to him in response. The base of his forked tail brushed across the back of her hands as he whipped the air with it. Ah, the joy of laying with a monster boy! Each of them had some new and delightful difference.

Levinja felt her breathing slow, her body grow languid with the drain of her climax. Oh, she wished she could fall asleep holding this delicious creature to her chest. But she knew the dangers of doing so, and besides, her body was greasy with drying sweat and her thighs and still-swollen sex and pubic hair were matted with their shared juices.

"Is there somewhere we can bathe nearby?" she murmured into his hair. That delicious boyish scent of him, stronger after his sweaty exertions! Part of her wanted to stay and enjoy that smell, but she knew he would wish to cleanse himself as well.

She felt him nod. "There is a hot spring," he said.

"Will there be other imps there?"

He shook his head. "No. It is a quiet place," he murmured, sleepy as she was. "Few go there."

"Ah, so it is your secret little getaway," Levinja chuckled.

"I do not know the word," said Jameth.

Levinja drew her hands down to his chin, lifted his face to her and stroked the locks of hair before his charmingly pointed ears. "It doesn't matter," she said. She gave him a kiss, then glanced down at his still-bound hands between them."Those silly bonds. I hope they didn't hurt you too much."

He shook his head. "They do not hurt," he said, his earlier pride returning to his voice.

"We have lain together," said Levinja. "As males and females do. There is trust between us now I hope. You know I do not want to harm you, yes?"

Another nod of his tousled head.

"Good boy. So if I undo these bonds, you promise not to run away?"

"I will not run away," he said. "But what are we going to –?"

Levinja chuckled. "Take me to that hot spring. We'll bathe together. You're hot and sticky like me, aren't you?"

The boy, blushing deeply, his face hot against her now cool skin, nodded.

Levinja said no more. She did not mention her desire to feel again that delightful rigidity inside her, to taste once more his masculine essence that still filled her mouth. No, but she suspected he would not resist her further advances after he had had time to recover his energy.

She took his blade and cut through the bonds, first of his hands and then of his feet. He stood up shakily, and Levinja watched him. Despite her words, she still did not know whether he would flee or not. She hoped he would not, as she would have to let him go. The thought of chasing after him, naked, her heavy breasts swinging as she chased him down like some crazed rapist, made her blush with imagined shame.

He rubbed at his wrists and Levinja, guilty, stood and took his hands and rubbed them for him. He hopped from one leg to another.

"So," said Levinja, keeping one of the imp-boy's hand in her own as she collected up her clothes and armour and placed them under her other arm. "Lead me to this secret place of yours."

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Levnija surged out of the steaming water, gasping and panting with heat and pleasure. The mineral-scented water sluiced from her heaving breasts and dripped from the base of the wave of dark hair plastered over her now-pink shoulders and back.

Jameth watched her from nearby, submerged up to his neck in the hot water.

Levinja grinned at him, rubbing her side and belly and breasts in a unashamed display, then let her eyes fall over his little "getaway." Ah, such an exquisitely beautiful place! Nestled among some huge rocks with part of it open to the sky, water bubbled clear from deep within the earth. An earthy scent clung to the veils of steam rising from the hot water.

Levinja felt Jameth's eyes on her and she glanced his way. He had been watching her, of course – he ducked away, his face growing pink from shame rather than from the heat of the spring. She gave a melodramatic little gasp and slipped quickly into the water, as though shocked by his peeping.

The water was shallow and she squatted so that it was up to her neck. Under its cloak, she allowed her fingers to slip between her thighs and gently test her sex. She was puffy and swollen, delightfully sore from their earlier exertions. Her fingers slid inside, where she encountered stickiness and she bit her bottom lip . He had spurted a copious amount inside her and her hungry womb had sucked much of it in, not wanting to lose it. Her thumb brushed her button – oh no! It was rock-hard again. Was it something in these waters, or something in the air of this volcanic locale that heated her blood so quickly?

But no – she looked across to Jameth, who was washing himself under the water as well. This time he did not turn away – her dangerously lewd curves, her huge breasts and thighs and her wide hips were all discretely hidden by the water – and he blinked at her.

Such shyness compared to that earlier dominating personality! Levinja's fingers danced. Oh, he had been a little too forceful, but still she had enjoyed it. And her proud knight's heart had taken its revenge on his tender flesh.

And yet – Levinja did not want the boy to think that all sex was like what had transpired between them. Although she had no doubt that imps, with their strict society and tendency to sadism, were generally ungentle in their mating, it did not mean that he had to be the same. His soft kisses, shy and unsure, which had met her lips after they had come together, jumped to her mind and her flesh grew slick about her fingers, her button throbbing. Ah, those butterfly kisses! She wanted more of them.

She slid her fingers out of herself – she did not want to grow too tense. After all, the boy may not be open to lying with her again and she did not want to force him, not this time. She casually slipped through the water in his direction, acting as though she was making for a little niche of rock close to him. Her gambit worked and Jameth watched her but did not move away. Levinja eased herself in between the smooth rocks, letting her breasts half-rise from the water. Her nipples remained submerged, appearing every now and again when she displaced the water with her body in order to get more comfortable.

"Beautiful," she breathed. Jameth looked at her and nodded self-consciously . Levinja smiled, her most nurturing, gentle smile. Beautiful – she'd meant it about the boy within touching distance of her, bobbing in the water. With his dark hair slick against the back of his head and neck, he looked especially childish. His little horns, still growing no doubt, stuck out all the more pronounced, his dark skin tinted with a gentle pink from the heat of the water, extending from his face down his neck to his glorious shoulders and collar just above the waterline.

"This is a secret place for you?" Levinja asked. Jameth nodded again, but then opened his lips – he knew some answer was expected of him.

"I come here sometimes," he said. "Patrolling this part of the caves is boring."

"Ah," said Levinja. "And yet sometimes important jobs are boring."

Jameth snorted. "Useless and boring. The matriarchs always give such jobs to us," he said. "They do not trust us to do the more important ones."

Levinja murmured, that supportive sound that males enjoy hearing from females when complaining about some trivial problem or other.

"And yet a fortunate job," she added. "To have shown you such a lovely place as this."

Jameth made a sound in his throat that meant approval.

"Lovely," continued Levinja. "But perhaps a little lonely, too."

Jameth's eyes fell from considering his grotto to Levinja. His face was puzzled. "Lonely?" he repeated. He looked away. "Maybe. But I like being alone."

"Ah," said Levinja. She knew her words had found some untouched spot in his heart. No doubt the matriarchs had few kind words for their subordinates. And she knew what he wanted from her. "I hope I haven't disturbed your peace too much."

Jameth turned back to her, his face flushing as he shook his head. "No," he said.

Levinja knew it was the time to strike. She leaned forward, reached out for him and found his hand under the water. He tensed but did not flee from her and she held it.

"Being a young male is hard," she said. "But it won't always be so. I know you will grow into a powerful male. After all, you defeated me, did you not? And that is no small feat. Few males have made me theirs."

She pursed her lips, her eyes glittering as Jameth considered her words, his eyes not leaving hers. "I am sorry for being so cruel to you," he said suddenly.

Levinja shook her head. "There's no more need to apologise. But thank you for your kind words."

She slid forward in the water, coming out of the niche, and drew close to Jameth. He did not resist when she slid her arms around him. He stood there, looking at her for a moment, then reached his arms around her taller body and hugged her back.

Levinja's right hand slipped up to his face, moved a sodden black lock from the imp-boy's eyes, pushing it back behind a pointed ear to caress the side of his face. He closed his eyes and sighed, moving into her caress like a cat and Levinja thought her heart would melt.

"Good boy," she murmured.

Levinja glanced across at the rock where his loincloth was drying, and nearby her own garments and her armour. Yes, the two of them were naked here, together, in the water. In her arms his unclothed body seemed even smaller, but surely the removal of a loincloth could not effect such a transformation? No, it was her maternal heart which was doing it.

She held him tight, her boobs squashing against his face as she slicked his wet hair back. She lowered her lips to his forehead and kissed his flushed skin and the boy, muttering, pushed his face deeper into her chest.

Levinja felt the heat in her rising, the growing pressure between her legs. Oh. what a lewd creature she was, that her maternal heart was so closely married to that source of her most impure impulses! But the boy was no different – his member was pressing hard against her thighs. She may have intended this to be sort of hug that a mother and son might share, but boys would be boys, after all – and she was who she was, too.

Levinja let the hand which wasn't stroking the boy's hair slip down the smooth skin of his shoulder and into the water, along his arm to his waist where that gorgeous length awaited her. He stumbled back awkwardly, letting her take it in her hand. Ah yes, her soft kisses has brought this about. It seemed Jameth was as inflamed by gentleness as she was.

"Ah," she murmured into his wet hair. "So you're ready again, it seems. But I wonder if you are ready to make love for the first time?"

"Make love?" Jameth looked up at her, confused. "But we –"

Levinja laughed softly. "We've already lain together, but we've not yet made love." Her lips traced the length of a charmingly pointed ear as she whispered. "It's very different, making love. I must confess, that when you took me – I delighted in being your victim. And I think, perhaps, you enjoyed when I made you mine as well."

Jameth's skin grew hot and he buried his face in the safety of her wet cleavage.

"So," she breathed, feeling the marrow of her bones melting away at the boy's sudden timidness. "Would you like to make love, Jameth?"

He did not look up, but nodded.

Levinja kissed his sodden forehead, then took his hand. Through the hot water she led him to a flat rock, wreathed in steam, near where their clothes were drying together. She dropped his hand and lifted herself up backwards with as much grace as she could muster, the water pouring off her pink body. She slid sideways, drawing the little imp up out of the water beside her. She pulled him closer until his steaming body was flush with hers, then leaned down, catching his lips with her own, and kissed him, this time with the gentle kiss of a lover rather than the hungry anger of a ravisher. Her gentleness left him gasping and she took hold of the hand in his lap, where it was striving to hide his rock-hard erection, and stroked it, murmuring gently calming sounds.

She cupped his chin, her fingers delving into the sodden hair plastered at the side of his face. Jameth inclined his head and closed his eyes and Levinja, chuckling with delight, renewed their kiss. The tip of his tongue slipped from between his lips to meet hers, but he was inexperienced and licked rather than kissed her mouth. Levinja gently guided his over-eager tongue with her own, showing him what to do. And all the while she held him close to her with the curve of her arm and stroked the smooth glossiness of his face.

Levinja broke the kiss at last. Jameth, his tongue slipping back between his parted lips, opened his eyes and gazed at her. She smiled, knowing well the eager heat contained within their amber expanse, the desire of a young male desperate to be fulfilled. Her hand slipped along his neck, down over his chest, the fingers brushing one hard nipple before skipping over his taut belly to where his hands still waited in his lap. She drew them onto her breasts and left them there. Jameth squeezed her breasts eagerly, amazed by the size of them, his eyes glued to them hungrily as he filled his hands to overflowing with their softness. Levinja bit her lip as his thumbs drummed over her rock-hard nipples.

"Oh!" she gasped. She took hold of his hands again and the imp glanced at her in surprise, but her smile calmed the fear that he had hurt her.

"Women love it when you touch their breasts," she said, guiding his hands so that his fingers traced the curve of them, dancing over the soft expanse of skin beneath them where her ribs were hidden beneath her flesh. "But gentle is always better than squeezing, and there is so much more to them than just the nipples."

She murmured encouragement to him as she led his hands across her body. Soon Jameth knew where he should touch next, and she left his hands to their own devices, to follow the gentle undulation of her belly, her curving waist, the softness just above the thick expanse of her pubic-hair, the inside of her thigh. Her gentle gasps and shivers fascinated him and he learned quickly.

Ah, but this was the touch of one who instinctively knows what a woman desires, Levinja thought. She closed her eyes, caressed his smooth back and sides as she held him. His touch was igniting her blood, sending her heart racing.