Centaur Boyfriend: Solomon 2 (rough draft)

I woke in the middle of the night and got out of bed. My sisters didn’t even budge as I left the room. I had to get a breath of fresh air. My body felt hot and steamy all over from the dream I was just having. I stood out on the porch and took in a deep breath. Slowly I exhaled, but really, all I wanted to do was scream in frustration.

This heat I was in was rough. It was the same as it always had been, but this year I had no venue for release. Because I shared a room with my sisters I couldn’t take care of it there. I barely knew anyone here so I couldn’t ask for help from some kind gentleman. I was growing frustrated, and these wet dreams weren’t helping.

There appears to be a candle still lit in the main house. It makes me wonder if Solomon was still awake. It also makes me wonder, if I asked him, if he would be willing to help me. I probably know him best out of anyone around here. But no. I can’t do that. I’d hate to make anything awkward between us. As well as I know him, I don’t know his type, if he’s attached, or just not interested in sex.

Ever since that afternoon where I talked to Daveen and then Solomon carried me home when I got hurt, I’ve been seeing him in a different light. He is handsome, even as I still try to imagine his eyebrows at caterpillars, I can’t help but be charmed by his face. His sharp eyes, his dashing smile, the high arches of his cheekbones. Maybe it’s the heat talking, I should try and remember that.

Back home, I had a couple of lovers that would help me during the mating season. Most of the fauns back home I didn’t care for. They were either too young, too old, or had teased me in youth. I had one faun lover, but the rest I had kept were human. One was a frequent customer of my candles and he liked when I dripped the hot wax onto his body. Another was a brick layer who had huge arms and liked to hold me in the air when he drove himself into me. The faun was a poet who had come out of town. I thought I could have fallen in love with him, but he was more devoted to his work than he would any other living creature. His dick was the real poem though, I may never forget it.

Alas, I have none of them to come and tend to my pleading loins. I will have to find a solitary place to tend to myself eventually, or else I may go mad with wet dreams and desire. I sigh heavily as I bemoan this. I should go back to bed, toss and turn until I fall asleep, then wake once another dream arouses me. I begin to leave when I see the light from the house move. It goes from one end to the other, eventually coming out onto the porch which faces mine. In the candlelight I see it’s Solomon. I consider reaching out to him, but he may not want to be disturbed. It is late after all and he probably suspects that no one will be up.

“I’m going for a swim.”

I don’t know why but I hold my breath.

“If you’re up for it, why not join me?” A soft chuckle tinges Solomon’s voice.

“How did you know I was out here?” I ask timidly.

“The moonlight found you first.” He raises his lantern up, revealing that captivating smile. “Are you joining me or will you be returning to bed, Bonbon?”

I step off the porch and approach him. “The water will be so cold.”

“And I’m looking forward to it.” Solomon offers his hand to me. “Can you see okay?”

I take his great big hand, and even the touch of it makes me tingly all over. It satisfies a very tiny part of the overall itch I have. “I can see fine.”

“What’s keeping you awake this evening?” He asks.

I sigh, taking in a deep breath and letting it out loudly. “You don’t have the patience to hear all my complaints.”

Solomon chuckles. “You have many of them?”

“Only one, but I assure you it’s not something to sit and listen to.” We came upon the mossy bank where we first met. He sets his lantern down near where he tossed the silver coin and he eases his front hooves into the water. “What keeps you awake tonight?” I decide to sit on the moss, rather than even test the water.

“Something embarrassing.” Solomon wades into the water. “It isn’t a topic I would discuss with a sweet lady like you, Bonbon.”

“You know I am not so sweet. Not after how we first met.” I pull my knees up to my chest. “How embarrassing is it?”

Solomon gathers up his hair, which I only now realize is not in his usual braid. It hangs down around him like silk. As he bundles it up in his fist it shimmers and shines in the moonlight. “The water isn’t actually that bad. You should come and join me.” Solomon smiles up at me.

I smirk. “You’re changing the subject. I asked you a question.”

“And I answered it by changing the subject. Take a hint.” He holds his hand out. “Come on. Come swim with me.”

“Not right now.” I don’t have anything on except a very thin sleep shirt which is barely hiding anything as it is. Once it got wet it would be tissue, it would be better just to take it off. But I’d need to build my courage up before I did that.

“So, have you met with Daveen again?” Solomon wades deeper into the water. The hair of his tail floats along the surface.

I shake my head. “No. I really don’t want to.”

“Awe. Why not? Isn’t he pretty enough?” He teases.

“I told you, it isn’t that.” I run my hands over the moss. “He said something that reminded me of when I was little and was picked on a lot.”

Solomon dunks his head under the water, vanishing for a moment. He then rises back up to the surface, his hair plastered around him until he strokes it away, smoothing it along the back of his skull. “You were picked on, Bonbon?”

“Because of how my skin changed and became blotchy. They used to call me a cow and all sorts of names.” I frowned as I looked to my shoulder. “Something Daveen said reminded me of all those mean words. So now, it’s kind of hard to not see him as one of those taunting kids.”

Solomon looks at me, and I swear he knows right away when Daveen had said. I continue to rub my palm over the moss, hoping I don’t have to tell him. I don’t want to remind him of anything he was picked on for either. “What’d he say?”

I press my lips firmly together.

“Did he call me pipsqueak? Or was it pony?”

I frown. “Well-”

“If it helps you, Daveen was never cruel. Sure, all the kids called me names for my size. But he was never one of the ones who sought me out or anything. I know kids joined in so they weren’t left behind. I don’t blame him for that.”

“But he was still saying those things.” I look back at Solomon in the water. His smile is gone, his expression quite serious. “He’s an adult, he should be one and stop saying such childish things!”

A faint, delicate smile comes to his lips. “I suppose that’s true.”

“What on earth do you consider cruel then?”

Solomon comes up closer to the shore. “Not the things that happened when I was a child. But the things that happened later. This time of year especially reminds me of them.” He kneels down, half in the water and half on the moss.

“Well then, that makes me feel like my complaints are quite small,” I chuckle.

“Then what are they?” Solomon knows he’s cunning when he says this.

I have to laugh a bit. “Well, okay, if you must know for us fauns it’s mating season.”

Solomon starts to laugh.

“Don’t laugh!” I cover my mouth. “See, this is exactly why I didn’t want to talk about it!” I am beginning to have uncontrollable giggles.

“I don’t mean to laugh! It was surprisingly for you to just come out and say it.” His smile is so bright it could rival the moon that evening. “So you’re frustrated. No wonder you were talking to Daveen! He’ll do it with anything that says okay.”

I throw a stick at him. “Don’t tease me! I am at my wits end.”

“Then go say ‘okay’ to Daveen.”

“No! He’s a jerk. I don’t want to do it with a jerk, even when I am frustrated,” I huff. “I had options back home I could rely on. But here I’m not sure where to turn. And I don’t have my own room here so-”

“What do you mean options?” Solomon leans in. “You mean like, you paid people?”

“No!” He begins snorting with laughter at my screeching reaction. “You’re awful!” I toss another stick at him. “No like...friends who were…”

“Extremely lucky?” Solomon smirks.

“Very nice friends,” I huff.

“None of them were someone you regretted leaving behind?” Solomon asks, a curious smoke upon his lips.

I had to think, did I regret leaving any of them behind? “No, not really,” I answered honestly. “Do you have someone you miss when you travel?”

“I used to,” he sweeps his hair back again. “But that was a long time ago.”

I watch his expression, which became quite morose as he spoke. “What happened?”

“I found out she was laughing at me behind my back.” Solomon stood and went back into the water, dunking himself under. I thought he’d pop back up quickly again, but he didn’t. I made my way to the edge of the water just in case. He rose up slowly, scooping his hair away as he did. He turned and looked at me, his dark eyes gleaming silver in the light of the moon.

Solomon holds his hands out again. “Come on, the water is fine.”

I give in. I take off my shirt and take his hand. He leads me into the water and I wade in to meet him. It’s cold, but not as bad as I thought it would be. I keep ahold of Solomon’s hand, swimming up close to him. I remember how nice it felt being held by him that day. His arms were strong, his hands so big. And yes, now I see how lovely he is.

Solomon chuckles. “What? Do I have something on my face?” He rubs at his chin. “What are you staring at me like that for?”

My cheeks feel warm, between my thighs felt even warmer. “Nothing. Just looking.” My eyes moved away from his face, looking at his long neck, then down the plain of his chest. My mind raced to beat out my desires. But I’m afraid my common sense lost the race.

I touched his chest then smoothed my palm up his neck and trailed my fingers along his jaw. He dipped his head down and my fingers slipped onto his lips. I felt his tongue, then his teeth. I’d never been jealous of my fingers before.

“Are you sweet, Bonbon?” He whispers into my ear. He makes my skin tingle all over.

I’m swooning, growing weak with so much want inside me. “Solomon, you don’t have to. I...I am-”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind helping a friend.” He picked me up out of the water and carried me to the willow tree. He pressed my back against the bark and his arms lifted me up. My legs went over his shoulders. He looked up at me and I nodded to him. I wanted it, I needed it. His head went between my thighs, my hands came down on the top of his head. I grabbed hold of his damp hair, massaging my fingers into his scalp. His mouth was so warm compared to the cold water. His low moans melt me like butter. I tug at his hair, letting out a squeal. He got his taste of me as his tongue lapped over my needy mound. His long fingers slid inside, stroked along my folds. He teased me, made me drip into the river. He gave me what I needed, but in painfully small doses. Eventually his fingers plunged dip, his lips wrapped around the most sensitive part of me. He devoured me while also releasing me. I doubled over, nearly slipping but he held me fast. He lowered me down, easing me into the moss where I twitched and whimpered. His fingers still lingered inside me, coaxing flux after flux of powerful waves. A lock of his hair remained in my fist.

“There now,” Solomon coaxed. His fingers came out wet with my nectar clinging to them. He licked them clean, savoring the sweetness he wanted to find. “All better?”

I’m still breathing hard. My body is sensitive to everything around me. I gulped and nodded as he smiled upon me.

“I’m not confident,” he says, “but I’m glad I could help you find some comfort.”

I reach up, grabbing his hand and placing it over my breast. His cheeks darken, and his eyes seem to grow bigger. He pulls his hand away. “That’s enough for now, you probably want to rest.”

I sit up slowly and gaze at him. “I don’t mind.”

Solomon shakes his head. “I don’t mind. It’s okay.” He gives me a smile. “I’m glad to have given you some relief.”

I pout. “Can I ask for more?”

Solomon chuckles. “I told you I’m not that confident. There’s a reason, Bonbon...Ceres,” he murmurs. “Fingers and kisses is all I can really give.”

“Oh,” I gasp. “I’m sorry. Is something...did something happen to you?”

“Not so tragic as that.” He smooths his fingers over my cheek. “The last person I loved was the final nail in my coffin. She made me lose any shred of confidence I had.”

Solomon said she was laughing behind his back. But why? “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. If anything you’ve given me a small flame again. But that just makes me not want to disappoint you more.” He kisses the top of my head. “Come on, I’ll walk you back home.”

I put my shirt back on and take his hand again. He’s quiet as we return back home. He kisses my hand as he leaves me at my porch.

“Get some sleep, ceres,” he says.

“You too,” I murmur. “And uhm-” I perk up as he goes to leave. “That was-” I look at his face and grow nervous. “That was-” I have to spit it now. “That was the best oral I’ve ever received!”

Solomon grins and chuckles. “Well, thank you.” He then taps his finger to his lips. “Best keep that quiet though. You don’t want to wake your family do you?”

“I’m good at it too,” I throw out there. “So if you ever wanted.”

Solomon shakes his head. “Go to bed, Ceres.” he quickly leaves. I am left to wonder what could possibly be so bad or why his confidence is so shattered. But as I go back to bed, with it stewing on my mind, it hits me.

The next day, I find Solomon working in the orchard. He’s tending to some saplings he recently planted and when he sees me he jumps.

“You scared me!” He clasps his hand over his chest. “What are you doing sneaking around here?”

“I have a question for you.” I lay my hands upon my chest. “How would you describe my size?” I ask.

He furrows his brow. “You’re...petite? What’s going on? Are you trying to pull something on me?”

“Okay, so I’m petite to you. How would you then compare your size to mine?” The look on his face makes me believe he’s catching onto my line of questioning.

Solomon clicks his tongue and he sets his tools aside. He crosses his arms against his chest. “I would say I’m quite big compared to you, Ceres. But I don’t think-”

“Remember that!” I say to him. “Compared to me-” I slap my palms back to my chest. “You, Solomon, are huge!”

“Huge?” He scoffs.

I nod. “I just wanted to make sure you knew that.” I smile sweetly at him. “Just think about it. Picture it.”

His brow creases deeply. “What happens to your brain when you orgasam?”

“Nothing. Do you need any help?” I offer.

“Yes. But I’m not taking it from you, you’re freaking me out. Go back to the house and do something there.” He picks his tools back up.

“Can we go swimming again tonight?” I ask quickly.

Solomon’s shoulders slouch. “Ceres.”

“Because you’re bigger than me,” I state again. “Much, much, much bigger.” I stare hard into his eyes.

He squints. “What does that have to do with-” He stops dead in his tracks and his face goes blank. “Wait a minute.”

I nod, urging him to keep going with that train of thought.

Solomon frowns at me. “I told you last night-”

“Your confidence is shot. I know. And what that woman did to you before is horrible. What kids teased you for is horrible. You’re such a beautiful person, Solomon. You’re so good to my siblings, you let my little brothers pester you. You take care of your parents. You even put up with me when our first meeting was shit. You have amazing hair, glorious eyebrows, and a mouth that could make gods jealous.”

Solomon starts to chuckle and blush.

“And to me, you’re the biggest.”

He smile becomes small and sad.

“I’ve only been with humans and fauns,” I tell him. “Imagine how tight I would be for you and how big you’d look there.”

Solomon looks around. He licks his lips and his eyes are dilated. Not to mention his cheeks have become several shades darker. “Not here,” he hisses.

I approach him and smile. “Just something to think about if you decide to join me for a swim tonight.”

“Ceres,” his voice cracks.

“You deserve to feel confident in yourself.” I say it almost like a threat. “Even if it takes until harvest, I’ll make you feel confident again!”

Solomon smiles down at me. “What for?”

“Because I like you,” I say without hesitation. “Maybe I even care about you,” I say with a pout. “Because people I care about don’t go around doubting themselves. Not for long anyways!”

His smile grows. “I care about you too. That’s why I helped you last night.”

My heart leaps and bounds inside my chest. “Then let me do the same, Solomon. Let me make you feel big!”

“Just keep your voice down!” Solomon hisses. “I’ll meet you tonight.”

I clap my hands excitedly. “I’m so excited, I can’t wait.”

Solomon doesn’t look so sure. “Later. Watch for my lantern.” He leaves and I happily skip off back to the main house.

That night I went onto the porch to wait. I see the light inside the house and as it moves I get up and wait on the steps. Solomon emerges and approaches slowly. He looks nervous when he’s close enough.

“I was thinking it might be old by the water again,” his voice breaks from nerves. “So uhm...I thought. Well, just follow me.” He holds his hand out and I take it.

“Did you plan something?” I giggle.

Solomon leads me into the orchard, between the trees and towards the farthest corner. There I see a blanket laid out along with some pillows. He hangs the lantern in the tree then sits down with me upon the blanket. He takes hold of my hands, kissing their knuckles.

“I’m nervous about this,” he confesses.

“It’s okay.” I squeeze his hands in return. “It’s just us, no time limit, no worries.” I take off my top then place his hands upon my breasts. “I’m small here, but I can tell you like them.”

Solomon nods. “I do.” His thumbs rub over the nipples. “They’re pretty.”

He really does have some skilled hands. I touch his stomach, rubbing around his waist. “What can I do for you?” I moan. “How can I make you feel good?”

“Let me touch you a little bit more.” His hands smooth down my chest to my belly. “You’re so beautiful.”

I bite my lip, enjoying his touch. “Solomon.”

“Ceres,” he echoes back.

I give him a rewarding smile. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “I want you.” I lay back for him, presenting myself. “Whenever you’re ready.”

Solomon nods, a stern look upon his face. “Sit up again, just for a second.”

“Sure.” I rise up, from the ground and Solomon helps me. He puts his arms around me, hugging me close. He then moves his head, looking into my eyes before placing a kiss upon my lips. It’s soft and sweet, a touch timid.

“It’ll be okay, promise,” I whisper.

Solomon kisses me again, this time a little harder than before. I touch him, letting him know I’m not going anywhere. I eagerly return the kisses, feeling him relax more and more as they go on. He eventually parts from me and gathers up the pillows which he lays me over. He makes sure I’m comfortable before he does anything. Slowly, but surely, he mounts me. I feel him behind me, warm and prodding at me. There’s a trembling and he takes a deep breath.

Reaching back I open myself up for him. “Go ahead.”

“Hey now,” he forces a chuckle. “I know what I’m doing.” I feel his tip against my lips and fingers. “It’s just-”

“Just what?” I mewl.

“I uhm…” He swallows. “It’s...smaller than I thought.”

“Hmm?” I wriggle my butt, pushing closer to his tip. “Feels mighty big to me.”

“Not that,” Solomon breathes. “You seem smaller.” The tip presses inside. “I’ve never had to worry about this before-”

“Go ahead,” I urge him. “If anything feels wrong I’ll say so.” My fingers slip onto the shaft of his cock. “Please, keep going. I want you.”

Solomon takes another deep breath and I feel more of him sink inside. It is a tight fit, I’ve never had someone as big as him before. I touch myself to help ease the tightness. Once he’s sure, Solomon moves slowly. He takes his precious time, talking to me often, checking on me. Eventually the movements become more driven, I’m able to take him easily. He’s moaning and shuddering. I’m braying into the pillows.

By morning, I’m curled up happily in his arms, snuggling into his hair and neck. “How do you feel?” I ask him.

“I should be asking you,” he says with a slight sniffle. “I feel amazing. Thank you.”

I kiss his lips softly. “Once you get the hang of things, you’re going to be a spectacular lover.” I gaze lovingly at him.

Solomon’s eyes become sparkly and hopeful. “I would love to love you, my Bonbon.” He snuggles closer to me. “More than anything.”