Monsterboy Quest Ch. 04

Yes, Levinja had no doubt that one of those haughty matriarchs who had made Jameth's life so hard would soon find herself naked on her back, legs splayed, the weight of this beautiful boy pressing down on her, gasping out her pleasure and shaking her head in disbelief at how quickly she had allowed herself to fall victim to his desire. The lewd image of Jameth ravishing this matriarch of her mind, one who looked not unlike herself, made Levinja flood. She lifted Jameth up, her hands sliding over the full roundness of his naked buttocks and she kissed his neck.

"Sweet Jameth," she breathed as her teeth and tongue delighted in the softness of his throat. "Please."

She lay back on the warm rock, drew the boy down on top of her. A frisson of pleasure shivered through her. She loved having the weight of a naked male covering her. She slid one leg underneath him, parted her thighs as the matriarch had done in her fantasy so that he was nestled between them. Her hands did not leave his bottom and she pulled him closer, his hardness sliding over her swollen and sopping sex. Gods, she was wet! She drew Jameth up, her lips slightly open, her eyes pleading. The boy knew what she desired and he leaned down and kissed her, the delving of his agile tongue sending delight throbbing through her.

He slid against her, their bodies still warm and slick from the steam. The base of his shaft rubbed back and forth across her swollen button and she was soon gasping out her need against his bruising lips.

"Please," she murmured. "Please, Jameth."

Ah, there was that streak of sadism in the imp-boy's heart again! But he did not leave her tormented for long. He arched his buttocks and the head of his erection speared straight up inside her to the hilt , forcing a desperate cry of joy from her. Jameth quickly drew himself back, then thrust again. He had come twice already and yet he was still so hard! Levinja knew the matriarchs of the imps would soon learn humility from this beautiful organ.

But for now, he was hers to enjoy. She grasped his buttocks, pulling him again and again inside her, crying out her rising pleasure with every thrust. She parted her legs further, drawing back her knees to allow the ecstatic boy to delve deeper still into her. Oh, but this was the angle she loved! Her thick pubic hair was visible to her now, at the summit of her raised abdomen, the boy's rigid member spearing down again and again into her, the shaft glistening with a thick coating of her excitement.

Jameth's thrusting became frenzied and Levinja's head and shoulders were forced back against the slick rock as she pushed her hips back at him. The imp's face was a mask of intoxicated pleasure, his amber eyes distant, his mouth slightly open, his tongue licking at his lips, and Levinja's heart filled to overflowing with love for the gorgeous monster-boy.

Her hands slid up to beneath his wings and she pulled him down to kiss her. His tongue dove inside her mouth and she wrestled with the hot, slick wedge. He had learned so quickly, and his kisses were driving her to the edge of her endurance. Free now, his buttocks pumped even faster and Levinja began to cry out. Ah, but she was already coming, he body shuddering, her nails scoring the boy's back. Jameth, for all his inexperience, realised what was happening and his kissing grew more aggressive, his thrusting swifter. The darling boy wished for them to come together! But his stamina did not allow him to come quite so soon and Levinja broke the kiss to murmur sweet words of encouragement to him.

"Come, my darling Jameth," she murmured, desperately kissing his chin and throat. "Come for me. Come inside me."

Jameth gasped, his thrusts growing faster still. He buried his face in her heaving breasts, his lips finding a nipple which he sucked and bit.

The imp-boy's teeth made Levinja cry out and she felt renewed pleasure pour across her. Gods, she was coming again! She gave full reign to her delight, crying out with his every piercing thrust which was driving wave after wave of pleasure through her. Her abandon at last drove Jameth over the edge and with his own strangled shout he came at last, flooding her with his blistering seed. Heat poured into her, the heat of her own climax as her body was left shaking, her sex throbbing with an almost painful surge of ecstasy. She was driven out of her mind, tossing her head as she rutted back up at him, the overflow of the boy's semen scooped out of her with his slowing thrusts plastering her thighs and the cleft of her buttocks.

Jameth drove into her one final time then collapsed with a gasp on top of her. Levinja was there to catch him in her arms, crushing him to her as she peppered his lips and cheeks with kisses.

"Oh, Jameth," she murmured. "Oh, my darling Jameth!"

The boy said nothing, just gasped softly, his chest rising and falling on her own. She stroked his sweaty buttocks and back lazily , luxuriating in the sore and sensitive feeling of her entire body. At last she felt satiated, brought to completion by this virile little creature. Her womb tingled, filled she knew to overflowing with his final load of seed. Gods, he'd spurted out just as much as the first time, when he'd filled her mouth and throat to overflowing after he'd ravished her.

They lay together for a long while, delicious half-sleepy dreaming holding them together. Oh, but Levinja loved this moment most of all, when her mind fell back on the thoughts of their pleasure, when her entire body ached and her nerves tingled with the ghost of her climax. Ah, to have a delicious boy like this one with her every day! She would never, ever get out of bed. With the delightful nonsense of the dream-world, she imagined living back in the convent with Jameth, walking the corridors hand in hand with him to the envious eyes of her fellow nuns, taking him to her cell where she would...

She started. She'd fallen asleep! A dangerous situation. She rose on her elbows, her eyes scanning the grotto. No sound, just the gentle movement of the water. Jameth woke, then, and he sat up, his eyes wide with surprise as he took stock of where he was and what had happened.

"We fell asleep," murmured Levinja. "Luckily no matriarch came upon us. That would have been a difficult conversation!"

Jameth frowned at the thought, but then he smiled and shyly embraced her.

"We have to wash again," said Levinja, frowning at uncomfortable feeling of her sticky pubic hair plastered to her skin and the greasy remnants of sweat.

This time they washed together. Both of them had been satiated by that final act of lovemaking it seemed, but Levinja could still not resist playing with Jameth as they washed. His delicious shaft and balls were given extra care and attention, as were his nipples and chest.

They dried and put their clothes back on. As Levija tied on her armour, she noticed the sad look on Jameth's face.

Ah, he understood, of course, that she could not remain. Her chest tightened. Truth was, she was finding it harder and harder to leave these boys behind. The Tower of Maona was not far away, she knew, surely only a few more days' journey. But as she got closer to her goal, she wondered about everything that had happened to her.

No. Better to push those doubts away, push those feelings down. She was a knight, was she not? She had a mission to fulfil.

Such thoughts steeled her. But the boy's heart, she knew, would not be so easily healed. She grabbed his hand and drew him to her.

"My darling," she murmured into his dark hair. "I have to go."

"I know," said Jameth. "Your quest."

"I'll never forget this time together with you."

"Will you come back?"

Levinja blinked back tears. "I don't know," she said. "But there will be other women, my darling."

Ah yes, other women. Of course there would be. There was no way now that Jameth, having broken the seal of his innocence, could resist putting everything he head learned into practice. Levinja knew that it would not be long before he would have some pretty imp-girl crying out his name, or some matriarch eating out of his hand like a docile pet, tamed by the power of his sweet lips.

"I will lead you to the plain," Jameth murmured.

Levinja nodded. She knew he was hurting, but the brave boy did not want to let her know.

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They turned a corner around a great sheer wall of rock and the path burst suddenly into an incredible open vista that took Levinja's breath away. After so many days of grey rock it was a delight to see the the great wide sweep of the landscape once more, with its many colours of green, yellow, red and blue. A mighty river burrowed a deep ravine out of the earth amongst the waving grasslands punctuated by tendrils of forest, and on the horizon a lone peak dug into the heavens. Somewhere high on its slopes, amongst mist and clouds, the Tower of Maona waited for her – the end of her journey.

She turned to Jameth. The little imp-boy was standing beside her. He'd been watching as she'd gazed at the land before her, the expression of his face unreadable.

"Your quest is almost at an end," he said quietly, echoing her thoughts. His eyes met hers and he turned away, flushing. "Will... will you come back this way, when you have found the Tower? To... to return to your home, I mean."

Levinja took his hands in hers. "I do not know what will happen," she murmured. "But I will try."

"I... I want to see you again," he said, still looking away from her.

Levinja lifted a hand and turned him to face her. She leaned down and kissed him on the lips. The kiss grew hotter than she had intended, the tip of the boy's moist tongue poking shyly at her lips and she could not resist touching it with her own. Ah, his flavour! He really was a delight.

She broke the kiss, unwillingly – but she knew she could not let herself be selfish. A thread of their saliva broke off and she licked her lips, ashamed that her growing desire was making their parting more difficult for him.

"Jameth," she said. "You will find some wonderful partner here. After what I have taught you, there are few females who will be able to resist your advances."

"I don't want them," he said. He threw his arms around her.

Levinja stroked his naked back. "Now, don't be silly. I... I'm afraid I did you a disservice, taking your virginity and leaving you. I was selfish. I am selfish. But I promise you that you will forget about me when you meet your special someone."

The imp murmured something Levinja couldn't make out and she kissed the top of his head. He pressed himself closer to her and she felt, then, something poking against her thigh. Oh no, he was hard again! The curse of young boys, and their blessing, that they were so easily brought to climax but just as quickly were ready again for another round.

She cuddled him closer. She was dressed in her armour now, and she could not just take it off. No, this was not about her, this moment. She had taken so much pleasure from this lad and he deserved some treat. No, she could not leave him like this – that would be the most unjust cruelty.

Levinja crouched down and Jameth's eyes followed hers, questioning. She smiled warmly and drew a hand over the peak in his loincloth.

"A farewell present," she murmured. "A little something for you to remember me by."

Her hand slid under the material and found his shaft and stroked it. Jameth gasped and his knees shivered.

No, darling one. I'm not going to take the cheap and easy way out that so many selfish women with hearts of stones do. No, I am going to treat you.

And treat myself, too.

She took hold of his hips and turned him around. Jameth was confused at first, but he let her. Then she pressed on the small of his back with one hand, making him bend over, while she took hold of the rear flap of his loin cloth. His tail got in the way, but she lifted it up, taking the bunched-up loincloth with it.

Levinja allowed herself a moment to appreciate the incredible beauty of the twin globes of his buttocks. More so than the other monster-boys she had lain with, Jameth's rear was a sight to behold. She let go of his tail and waist and let her hands fall over a buttock each. She squeezed them and Jameth stumbled forward.

"Careful," she murmured. She brought her thumbs flush over the crack of his rear and then parted his buttocks.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Jameth gasped.

Levinja said nothing at first, drawing closer to admire the delightful pucker she had only touched with fingertips before. She could not just look, though, and dipped her head forward and drew a long, luxurious lick over it.

Jameth cried out and Levinja, her face buried in his butt now, slid her hands forward onto his waist and hold him in place as she basted his most intimate spot with her saliva. Jameth quickly decided he liked this game and leaned forward so that his buttocks parted further, and Levinja, with two soft cheeks against her face, burrowed a hungry tongue inside him.

Jameth started panting and Levinja's hands curled around to rediscover the erection she had touched earlier. It was harder now, and as her fingers slid over the head she found him was dripping in his need. Now slick, her hands slid up and down in unison with the flicking of her tongue, and Jameth began to grunt.

Ah yes, all males loved this. Levinja, too, delighted in the delicious earthy scent and taste of a male's body, and more so in how desperately lustful licking their anus always made them. Some women claimed that performing such an act was shameful, but Levinja loved the power it gave her – with a few flicks of her tongue a male became willing for anything.

But today this was all about treating the boy. She still felt a sting of guilt at how she had ravaged him, both his body and his heart. So she buried her face deeply between his buttocks, burrowing her tongue into the slick opening with as much lewd slurping sounds as she could manage when half-smothered by his soft flesh, and all the while stroked that sticky shaft in her hands.

A new flood of fluid spilled out and stained her fingertips and Levinja knew there was no way Jameth could last any longer. She swung him around, sliding his erection straight down her throat and cleansing it of its sticky saltiness with enthusiastic lashes of her hungry tongue.

Jameth shouted and she felt his shaft buck at the entrance to her throat. He was coming! The back of her throat was splattered with hot salty fluid and Levinja, wanting to make this final time between them memorable, slid him out of her throat. Mouth open wide, her tongue lewdly splayed to accept his seed, she rapidly stroked his shaft, now slimy with her saliva, while the tip of her tongue danced across the soft spot beneath the angry purple head.

Jameth gasped and shuddered as he spurted an incredible amount of semen across Levinja's tongue. The boy had come three times already before this, and yet he was still able to produce such a mighty flood of his essence, and with such force too! Errant spurts overshot her tongue to coat her upper lip, but more made it down her throat. And all the while Levinja stared up at him with her sparkling eyes, delighting in the ecstasy contorting his face, the disbelief as he watched this older human woman hungrily catch every drop of his semen.

Soon the spurts slowed and Levinja, no longer able to resist, swallowed. The salty rich taste brought a flush of pleasure between her legs and she squeezed her thighs together. Oh gods, was she actually coming, just from drinking his semen? Unlike the boy, she had but little energy left and her climax was short and intense, her sex making a sticky mess of her underwear.

She took his now-softening member from her lips, leisurely licking it all over of every drop of his pleasure. Then, with a stab of sadness, she drew his loincloth back down over it and stood up.

She hugged him to her, this one last time. "Darling Jameth, promise me that you will bring pleasure to only those who deserve it with that delightful thing." She kissed his forehead, took his hands in her own and squeezed. "But now –"

"You must go," he said, his voice breaking. He squeezed her hands. "I know." He looked up at her and he manage a fragile, sweet smile that broke Levinja's heart. "Be careful, mater. I hope you fulfil your quest soon."

Levinja nodded. Mater. It must be the title imps give to their matriarchs. She squeezed back the tears threatening to spill from the corners of her eyes. She embraced him one last time, then regretfully let him go.

She turned. The expanse of mountain meadows beckoned. And there! A cloud shifted on the farthest peak and for a brief moment she saw it – the tower! The Tower of Maona, the home to that precious relic, Saint Moana's Mirror.

She took a step forward, then turned. Jameth was already gone. Disappointment flared up in her chest, but she realised, as the boy did, that it was better this way. She hefted her pack onto her shoulder and with new-found determination began the long descent down the side of the mountain.

To be continued in The Harpy's Pride.