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."
