30. Solon

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SOLON

Solon stared down at Abbey in consternation. His curvy little human seemed completely overcome with lust and he wasn't sure what to do about it. She was rubbing against his side and moaning softly and her scent told him she was in serious sexual need.

"Come on, lelka," he murmured, closing the door so they could get some privacy.

He led her to the bed, which was a broad mattress covered in a dark green spread. There was an elaborate headboard which was connected to the night tables on either side. Each table held a lamp and the one closest to them also had what looked like a bird's nest, lined with tiny, silk cushions.

"Look—there's a kind of nest on the nightstand. I wonder what it's for?" he said, trying to distract Abbey from her lust for a moment.

Unexpectedly, the little Eye-pet on her shoulder spoke up.

"That's a bed for Spex. Spex is tired now—he should rest."

Abbey's lust-glazed eyes cleared for a moment and she reached up to tenderly stroke the little Eye-pet's fuzzy back.

"Are you sure, Spex?"

"Yes. Spex thinks maybe Pretty Abbey and fur-man want to have private times. So Spex will take a nap in the Eye-pet bed," he told her. "If pretty Abbey will put out her arm and touch the pet bed, Spex can get there on his own."

Solon helped her find the little nest and once Abbey had her fingertips on it, Spex simply walked down her arm and hopped right in among the tiny silk pillows. He sighed deeply and then all five of his eyes closed and their stalks retracted until he looked just like a ball of blue fuzz. After a moment the sound of tiny snores could be heard coming from the nest.

"Aww, he's such a cute little guy," Abbey remarked, her expression going soft with adoration.

"He's very endearing," Solon agreed. He was relieved to see that she was no longer so consumed by sexual need. Maybe the scent the Perfumer had made for him was fading…

But the next minute, she turned to him and took a deep breath…and her eyes glazed over again.

"Solon…" she breathed, reaching for him. "Please—I need you!"

"What do you need?" he asked, frowning. "Remember, it's not our Bonding week yet, Abbey. And even if it was, I wouldn't Bond you to me when you're in an altered state of consciousness."

"I just want to rub against you," she protested. "Skin-to-skin…or skin-to-fur. I want to feel your fur against my naked body."

"Well…" Solon supposed there couldn't be much harm in just rubbing against each other. "All right, but after that I have to take a shower," he told her.

"Okay, just hurry up and get naked!" she commanded. She was already pulling at the sash that held her green wrap-dress closed and baring her beautiful body for him. She stripped off her bra as well but when she started to remove her panties, Solon stopped her.

"No, lelka—leave those on," he said sternly. "There must be some barrier between us."

Like many Monstrum, he didn't wear underbriefs. Since he was already covered in fur, another layer under his regular clothing would have been intolerable. Still, it meant his naked shaft was on display when he took off his uniform shirt and pushed down his trousers for her.

Abbey didn't seem to mind.

"Mmm!" she purred, rubbing her mostly naked body against his. "Oh my God, I feel like I can't get close enough to you! Let's lay down on the bed and just hold each other."

Solon didn't think that would be a problem as long as she still had her panties on. Besides, he loved the feeling of her soft, smooth skin rubbing against his fur. He pulled her onto the bed beside him and Abbey snuggled close to his side, nuzzling her face against his chest to breathe in his scent and pressing her bare breasts against his body.

But this didn't satisfy her for long. A moment later, she climbed on top of him, throwing a leg over his hips so she could sit astride him. Then she draped herself over him like a living blanket.

Solon tried not to groan as her big breasts and tight nipples rubbed against his chest. Down below, he could feel the soft, wet heat of her pussy gliding against his shaft as well. He thought again that it was a good thing she had panties on—it would be far too easy to slip inside her if there had been nothing to serve as a barrier between them.

Abbey had her head on his shoulder and she was grinding against him and making little cries of pleasure. The sensations and emotions he could feel from her almost felt like mini-orgasms.

Solon wrapped his arms around her, loving the feeling of her soft body on his. He could feel her desire as she rubbed her panty-clad pussy against his aching shaft. Gods, her soft, curvy body felt amazing against his! And her hot little pussy was so wet.

He frowned. Wait a minute, would she really feel that wet if her panties were still in place? Yes, the material they were made of was thin but still… He frowned and thrust experimentally against her and Abbey moaned as another mini-orgasm rushed through her, sending pleasurable tingles through Solon as well.

"Oh my God, so good—feels so good!" she gasped, writhing against him. "Do it again—sting me again!"

"Sting you?" Solon asked, frowning. "What do you mean?"

Abbey didn't answer—she just kept rubbing and shuddering as spikes of pleasure rushed through her. Solon could feel them since they had so much skin-to-skin contact—he almost felt close to coming himself. But he knew they couldn't go on like this forever. He needed to take a shower and wash off the amplified Bonding Scent. Who knew what Abbey might feel about how she'd been reacting to it once she came back to her right mind? Reluctantly, he decided it was time they ended their intimate embrace.

Abbey was clinging to him tightly, but he managed to roll them over on their sides and then disentangle their limbs.

"Wait! Where are you going?" she moaned as Solon pulled away.

"I have to take a shower and wash off this scent," he said firmly. "If I don't, we might both regret it. Besides, lelka, the Chancellor will be coming back for us soon—we have to get ready for the banquet."

"He said we had at least a couple of hours!" Abbey protested. "I wasn't done yet!"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart but that's too bad. I have to take a shower now."

"Then let me take one with you!" Abbey exclaimed. Solon thought with some amusement that lust made her quite demanding. She sat up on the side of the bed and held out her arms to him. "Come on—I'm sure there's room for two."

"How can I say no to such a request? Of course you can shower with me," Solon told her. He swung her into his arms and carried her through the large bed chamber and into an equally large and luxurious fresher.

There was a deep marble tub but also a shower stall enclosed in pink, frosted glass which had flat, broad spraying heads imbedded all over the ceiling. To Solon's surprise, it spoke to him when he came near it.

"Welcome to your self washing and drying shower unit," it said in the same soft, asexual voice that all the doors used. "Please step inside and verbally specify what water temperature you wish to begin your cleansing experience."

"Oh—it talks! I love how everything talks to you here!" Abbey exclaimed.

"Yes, it's very convenient," Solon agreed. "I guess we ought to give it a try."

"Yes, let's try it!" she said, nodding. He was glad she was focusing on something besides rubbing against him—though to be honest, he hadn't minded that much—he just worried that things might go too far.

He put Abbey on her feet. She shimmied out of her panties and then Solon took her arm and walked her into the shower unit. The pink frosted glass door slid shut, enclosing them, and the voice spoke again.

"Please specify water temperature. You can say ‘hot,' ‘medium,' ‘cold,' or tell me a specific temperature in Gokin degrees."

Since Solon didn't know that unit of measurement, he decided it would be safest to just say, "Medium heat please."

Immediately thin streams of lukewarm water began raining down on them from above.

"Brr—this is too cold!" Abbey protested, wrapping her arms around herself. "Can't we make it hotter?"

"Heat increased," the shower's voice said, clearly responding to her complaint. At once the water temperature rose about ten degrees. It was now a bit warm for Solon, but Abbey seemed to enjoy it so he decided he could manage.

"Ready for head to foot scrubbing," the voice informed them. "Please hold still so that the sensor arms can reach you with no difficulty."

Before Solon could protest, four large metal arms came down from the ceiling. At the end of the arms were large pink sponges, as big as his head, which were already dripping sweet-smelling foam.

Two of the arms attended to Solon and two began to wash Abbey, who was extremely surprised when they started.

"Oh, what in the world?" she exclaimed as the huge sponges began scrubbing her all over.

"It's just the shower washing us," Solon told her quickly. "Don't worry—just hold still. I'm sure it won't hurt us."

Abbey nodded and even raised her arms so that the sponges could clean everywhere. Solon did the same, hoping that the foamy soap dripping from the sponges wouldn't dry out his fur too much. He usually used an all-over shampoo which had natural conditioners in it when he washed himself.

The cleansing arms were extremely thorough—they scrubbed both him and Abbey from head to toe before retracting back up into the ceiling. Afterwards, the water rained down even harder, as though making sure to rinse them thoroughly.

"Drying cycle is about to begin," the soft, asexual voice informed them. "Please be sure all soap is rinsed from your body."

Solon spent a minute doing exactly that and noticed that Abbey was being sure her long hair was soap-free as well. Then the water stopped as abruptly as it had started.

"I wonder when the—" Abbey began but she was cut off by the gusts of warm wind that suddenly began buffeting them from all directions. "Oh!" she gasped and nearly fell over.

Solon grabbed for her arm and managed to keep her on her feet.

"Careful!" he growled, keeping a firm grip on her.

"I'm trying. This drying cycle is no joke!" she exclaimed. Her long brown hair was rising up into the air and waving like a flag in the warm, forceful winds that were whipping all around them.

Solon had to agree with her. His own fur and his mane were being blown in every direction. He kept hold of Abbey's arm until the wind stopped as abruptly as it had started.

"Your cleansing is now complete," the shower's voice told them. "Thank you for using this full-shower service. We hope to serve you again soon."

"I guess that's our cue to leave," Abbey remarked, looking around, though Solon knew that all she would see was a blur. "Er, how do we get out of here?"

Her question was answered when the pink frosted glass door slid open and they were able to step out into the main fresher again.

"Whew…that was some experience!" Abbey said as they stepped onto the cool marble floor.

"It was a necessity, I'm afraid," Solon said. He sniffed his arm, but couldn't tell if the enhanced Bonding Scent had been washed away or not. "Er, can you tell me how I smell?" he asked Abbey. "I mean, am I still wearing the scent the Perfumer made for me?"

"Let me see." She leaned forward and pressed her nose to his chest. She inhaled deeply and then moved on to his shoulder and then down to his abdomen. Finally she drew back and shook her head. "You still smell amazing to me, but not overwhelming. Whew…for a while there you smelled so good all I could think about was jumping your bones!"

Solon frowned.

"Why would my enhanced Bonding Scent make you want to jump up and down on my skeleton?"

Abbey laughed and then winced.

"I didn't really want to jump on your bones—it's just an Earth saying. Hey, why am I so sore?"

"Sore? Where?" Solon asked anxiously.

"Between my legs. Ow!" She winced again and put a hand down to cup her soft little pussy. "It feels like I'm being poked with a million needles every time I move the wrong way."

Solon's frown deepened as he began to have a suspicion about what was wrong.

"Come on, lelka," he said, swinging her into his arms again. "I think we'd better go back to the bed so I can examine you."