Centaur Boyfriend: Solomon 1 (special preview)

My family and I recently moved to a new village. We had lived in the same place for generations, always thought we would. Unfortunately, the land was purchased by a nobleman and everyone was evicted from the land. My father knew someone who offered us a place to live, but it required moving quite far. Most of the family never traveled before, so the journey was quite arduous.

The countryside we moved to was lush and beautiful, and the home my father’s friend provided was just big enough to accommodate our rather large family. Even if I had to share a room with my younger sisters, at least we had a place to call home.

My father’s friend was a human man, Sal, who was married to a centaur named Alba. In fact, most of this place was filled with centaurs. It was quite a shock to see. Us fauns were quite tiny in comparison, especially my sisters and I. It was strange walking around with all this centaur towering over us.

But even then, we were adapting to our new home, even falling in love with it. Sal and Alba had a large orchard and they had hired my father to help manage it. I helped Alba around the house for pay, and sometimes my siblings and I would help with tasks around the orchard. I like Alba, she’s so kind, and she’s so very pretty. Her hair is so long and sleek and looks like the night sky. I sometimes grow jealous, as my curly mop can only do so much on a good day.

“Your hair is beautiful the way it is,” Alba said one day. “I would trade you in an instant. Not to mention your beautiful skin.”

That was a shocker, let me tell you. Not just about my hair, but my skin as well. As a child it had been all the same shade of soft brown. But as I grew, patches of cream started to grow until my skin was mottled with different patches of brown and cream. I was teased, called a cow by the children around me. Hearing Alba call it beautiful was a stunner. I didn’t want to press and find out the truth, but it did pester me for a few days.

Alba and Sal have a son, although I have never met him. He is out traveling or something, I can’t quite ever catch a straight answer as to what he’s doing. All I know is that his name is Solomon, and he favors his mother heavily and that we’re both around the same age. They expect him back before harvest at least, and they are eager for us to meet him.

As summer draws to a close, I notice my gaze lingering on the males of the village. I’ve become much more keen on their presence, and my mind takes all sorts of liberties. I realize I will be going into heat soon, but even back home my mind was never so wild as it is with these centaur men. I know we have a similar mating season, so I often wonder if one would take me as a lover. Although, I do have to remind myself to be wary as I know centaur are much more endowed than what I am used to.

One afternoon, after a hard day in the orchard, I decided to go down to the river by the farm to take a bath. There is a spot I have made my own. There is a mossy bank I can lounge on after I bathe, with trees and bushes that surround it so I can hide. Not to mention the most beautiful willow tree, whose long roots go into the riverbed and make perfect little seats so I can sit.

I lay my things on the moss and go into the water, scrubbing my arms and legs then dunking myself under. The cold water burns my skin, but it feels like such a relief after working in the heat of that day. I rise up from the water, pushing my hair back from my face. I sigh deeply, running my hands over my face to wipe away the excess water. I reach for my soap when I realize someone is watching me. From behind the willow tree I see a dark centaur standing there. His eyes are wide and he can be doing nothing else but watching me.

I’m not sure what to do. I grab a rock from the shore and chuck it. “You want to watch? Pay me!” I throw another rock, this time getting close. “Beat it pal! Can’t a girl relax after a hard day?”

The centaur steps out from behind the willow. His long hair is tied back into a braid. He has thick brows with narrow, upturned eyes. He reaches into a bag around his waist then tosses a silver coin onto the moss.

“How long of a show does that buy me?” He chuckles.

I stare at the coin then back at him, my brow creasing as I meet his smug expression. “Pays for what you’ve already watched.” I snatch the coin up, biting it to make sure it’s real.

He chuckles, placing his hands upon his waist. “I didn’t see much. Considering this is my parent’s property, I was concerned we had trespassers.”