Solomon the Centaur: Part Two (complete)

Female Reader x Male Monster (reader has vitiligo)

I wake in the middle of the night and get out of bed. My sisters don’t even budge as I leave the room. I have to get some fresh air; my body feels hot all over from the dream I was just having. I stand on the porch and take a deep breath, then slowly exhale, but all I want to do is scream in frustration.

This heat I’m in is rough. I’m having the same dream as always, but this year I have no method of release. Because I share a room with my sisters, I can’t masturbate. I barely know anyone here, so I can’t ask for help from some kind gentleman. I’m growing frustrated, and these dreams aren’t helping.

There appears to be a candle still lit in the main house, and that makes me wonder if Solomon is still awake. It also makes me wonder 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. I don’t know his type, if he’s taken  or just not interested in sex.

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

Back home, I had a couple of lovers to help me through heat. Most of the fauns back home were either too young, too old, or had teased me in youth. I had one faun lover, but the rest were human. One was an admirer of the candles I made, and he liked it when I dripped the hot wax onto his body. Another was a bricklayer who had huge arms, and liked to hold me up when he drove himself into me. The faun was a poet from out of town. I might have fallen in love with him, but he was more devoted to his work than any other living creature. His dick was the real artistry, though, and I may never forget it.

Alas, none of them can tend to my pleading loins now. I’ll have to find a solitary place to tend to myself eventually, or else I may go mad. I sigh heavily, thinking I should go back to bed and simply toss and turn until I fall asleep,when I see a light moving inside the main house. It goes from one end to the other, and eventually emerges 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’s late, and he probably expects that no one will be up.

“I’m going for a swim,” he says aloud. 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, 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 cold.”

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

I take his big hand, and even the touch of 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 come upon the mossy bank where we first met, and Solomon sets his lantern down near the spot where he tossed the silver coin, then eases his front hooves into the water. “What keeps you awake tonight?” I ask as I sit on the moss, rather than risk the frigid water.

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

“You know I’m not so sweet after our first meeting.” I pull my knees into my chest. “How embarrassing is it?”

Solomon gathers up his hair, which I only now realize isn’t in his usual braid. It hangs down around him like silk, and as he bundles it in his fist it shimmers 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, 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 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, and his tail floats along the surface.

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

“Aww, why not? Isn’t he pretty enough?” Solomon 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 teased for my appearance.”

Solomon dunks his head under the water. When he rises, his hair is plastered to his head and clinging to his neck. “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. Something Daveen said reminded me of all that, so now, it’s hard to not see him as one of those taunting kids.”

Solomon looks at me, and I swear he knows right away what Daveen 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’s 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 never made an issue of it. 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. He’s an adult, he should be one and stop saying such childish things!”

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

“What on earth do you consider cruel, then?”

Solomon comes back 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 on his forelegs, half in the water and half on the moss.

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

“Then what are they?” Solomon smiles knowingly.

I have to laugh. “Well, if you must know, it’s faun mating season.”

Solomon starts to laugh. “Don’t laugh!” I cover my mouth as I start to giggle infectiously. “See, this is exactly why I didn't want to talk about it!”

“I don’t mean to laugh! It was surprising for you to just come out and say it.” His smile is so bright it could rival the moon overhead. “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’m 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’m frustrated. 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 you paid people?”

“No! You’re awful!” I screech, making Solomon snort. I toss another stick at him. “No, I mean friends who were…”

“Extremely lucky?” Solomon smirks.

“Very nice friends,” I huff.

“None of them were someone you regretted leaving behind?” Solomon asks curiously.

Do I regret leaving any of them behind? “No, not really,” I answer honestly. “Do you have someone you miss when you travel?”

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

I observe his morose expression. “What happened?”

“I found out the girl was laughing at me behind my back.” Solomon goes back into the water, dunking himself under. I think he’ll pop up quickly again, but he doesn’t, and I come to the edge of the water just in case. He rises slowly, gathering his hair behind him as he looks 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, strip off my sleeping shirt and take his hand. He leads me into the water and I wade after him. It’s cold, but not as bad as I thought it would be. I keep hold of Solomon’s hand, swimming beside him. I remember how nice it felt being held by him, his arms 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, and my nether parts feel warmer. “Nothing. Just looking.” My eyes moved away from his face to his long neck, then down the plain of his chest. My mind races to outstrip my desires, but it loses the race. I touch his chest and smooth my palm up his neck, trailing my fingers along his jaw. He dips his head down and my fingers slipped over his lips. I feel his tongue, then his teeth. I’ve never been jealous of my fingers before.

“Are you sweet, Bonbon?” Solomon whispers into my ear, making my skin prickle.

I’m swooning, growing weak with the want flooding through me. “Solomon, you don’t have to. I…”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind helping a friend.” He lifts me out of the water and carries me to the willow tree, pressing my back against the bark. I put my legs over my shoulders and nod at him. I want it, I need it. His head descends between my thighs, and I grab hold of his damp hair, massaging my fingers into his scalp. His mouth is so warm compared to the cold water, and his low moans melt me like butter. I tug at his hair, letting out a squeal as his tongue laps over my needy mound. His long fingers slide inside, stroking along my labia. He gives me what I need, but in painfully small doses. At last his fingers plunge in, and his lips wrap around the most sensitive part of me. He sucks, and I curl around him, nearly falling before he holds me fast.

He lowers me to the ground, easing me into the moss as I twitch and whimper. His fingers still lingered inside me, coaxing aftershocks, and a lock of his hair remains in my fist. “There, now,” Solomon coaxs. His fingers emerge slick with my fluids. He licks them clean, savoring the sweetness he wanted. “All better?”

I’m still breathing hard and shivering. I gulp and nod as he smiles at me. “I’m not confident,” he says, “but I’m glad I could help you find some comfort.”

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

I sit up slowly. “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. Fingers and kisses are all I can really give.”

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

“It’s not as tragic as that.” He smooths his fingers over my cheek. “The last person I loved 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 home.”

I put my shirt back on and take Solomon’s hand again, and he’s quiet as we return back home. He kisses my hand as he leaves me at my porch. “Get some sleep, Ceres.”

“You too,” I murmur. “And… That was…” I look at his face and grow nervous. “That was… the best oral I’ve ever received!”

Solomon grins and chuckles. “Well, thank you.” He 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 toss at him. “So if you ever want it…”

Solomon shakes his head. “Go to bed, Ceres.” He quickly leaves, filling me with questions about why his confidence is so shattered. But as I go back to bed, and at last it hits me.

The next day I find Solomon working in the orchard, tending to some saplings he recently planted. 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. How would you describe my size?”

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 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, then crosses his arms over his chest. “I would say I’m quite big compared to you, Ceres. But I don’t think…”

“Remember that!” I insist, slapping my hands over my own chest. “Compared to me, you, Solomon, are huge!”

“Huge?” Solomon scoffs.

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

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

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

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

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

Solomon’s shoulders sag. “Ceres.”

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

Solomon squints. “What does that have to do with…” He stops 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 whatever 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, but then he looks sad again.

“And to me, you’re the biggest. I’ve only been with humans and fauns,” I tell him. “Imagine how tight I would be for you.”

Solomon looks around, licking his lips anxiously. His pupils are wide, and 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,” he pleads.

“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, that is!”

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

My heart leaps 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 walks off, and I happily skip back to the main house.

That night I go onto the porch to wait. I see the light inside the house, and as it moves I start to come down the steps. Solomon emerges and approaches slowly, and he looks nervous in the weak lantern flame.

“I was thinking it might be cold by the water again. So 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, towards the farthest corner of the trees. There I see a blanket laid out with some pillows. He hangs the lantern on a tree bough, then sits down with me on 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 and no worries.” I take off my shirt, then place his hands on my breasts. “They’re small, but I can tell you like them.”

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

He really does have skilled hands. I touch his stomach, rubbing around his waist. “What can I do for you? 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 reward him with a smile. “I want you.” I lay back for him, presenting myself. “Whenever you’re ready.”

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

“Sure.” I rise from the ground and Solomon puts his arms around me, hugging me close. He looks into my eyes before placing a kiss on my lips. It’s soft and sweet, a touch timid. “It’ll be okay, promise,” I whisper.

Solomon kisses me again, 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. At last he gathers up the pillows and lays me across them, making sure I’m comfortable before he does anything. Slowly, surely, he mounts me. I feel him behind me, warm and prodding, and he trembles and takes a deep breath.

Reaching back, I spread my labia open for him. “Go ahead.”

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

“Just what?”

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

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

“Not that,” Solomon breathes. “You seem smaller.” The end presses inside me. “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’s a tight fit, and I’ve never had someone as big as him before. I stretch myself to help ease the tightness. Once he’s secured, Solomon moves slowly. He takes his precious time, talking to me often, checking on me. Eventually his movements become more confident, I’m able to take him easily. He’s moaning and shuddering, and I’m braying into the pillows.

By morning, I’m curled up happily in Solomon’s arms, snuggled 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 and gaze lovingly at him. “Once you get the hang of things, you’re going to be a spectacular lover.”

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