Hitty And The Mermaids

Hitty had planned on some light banter to start, and even thought of opening with a little joke. Ideally, a reference to their time fishing together, a small reminder to Noah about how much fun he had with her the other day. Perhaps he would open the door and she would casually rest against the doorframe and say “Hey sailor, I’m back to teach you to fish,” or “I heard a boy around here needs help baiting a hook,” or hopefully something better than that. Maybe a joke so perfectly funny and clever and sexy he would fall in love with her on the spot.

But then she had seen him through the open door, and his face had lit up - genuinely happy and pleased to see her! - and words vanished. She had to have him again.

Standing on the tips of her toes, she still had to pull his head down a bit to get her lips on his. He was surprised, but clearly in a good way, and Hitty realized she was basically knocking him over but she had spent hours bargaining and wheedling and politicking like the village headwoman to get this chance to see Noah again. Luckily he kept his footing and embraced her, one arm behind her, the other holding the back of her head, and he returned the sudden kiss with a passion that Hitty was sure was real and not just a steward acting no matter what Kireama or Macha said.

The kiss lasted a minute, but just as Hitty let her hand drop to the waistband of his trousers Noah pulled back.

“Wow. Good evening Hitty!”

“Sorry Noah, I got a bit too excited I guess.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’m very happy to see you again tonight,” he said, his eyes gazing into hers as they held each other. For a moment, Noah worried he overstepped, that he was being very foolish with this young woman’s obviously strong feelings, but he couldn’t deny he was being completely honest. Are stewards allowed to have favourites? Probably not a great idea.

And yet.

Hitty pressed her body against his lithe frame, then said, “Oh! Before I forget, I have something.”

“Do you now?” Noah said politely as Hitty took a step back. She fumbled in the front pocket of her pants, then pulled out a small bag. With a triumphant smile, she emptied the bag into her hand, then held it to Noah.

“It’s not much, but I wanted to give it to you now. I mean, you’re maybe leaving the boat in a few days - hopefully not but maybe - and I know the others will do a whip around for you but I wanted you to have this from me.”

The coins clinked in his palm, two of the larger silver coins Noah barely recognized from his travels. A crude figure of a mermaid was on one side, a face in profile with an X carved into it on the other.

“Money?” Noah said, blankly.

He looked at the coins so oddly Hitty felt her heart drop. “I know it’s not much, I’m sorry! But two silver merms is like enough for a week at a good inn, or a berth on a ship from Anglet all the way to the south to the mountains! And I don’t carry much coin on me during a run, only enough to buy a few things when we get to Currielle, so this is what I had.” She felt pinpricks in her eyes as she spoke.

With a startled look, Noah shook his head, “No! It’s not - no no Hitty!” He grabbed her tightly in a hug, letting out a shaky chuckle and said, “It’s too much. I was surprised that anyone would give me anything, and for you to think to do this it’s… it is very sweet. Uh, and generous. Very generous.”

His hug tightened for a moment then he let go. Smiling warmly, he moved to the bed and gestured for Hitty to sit beside him.

“I guess the captain, and this was when she offered me the job, she did say that I would earn gifts or something from the crew but I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Well, of course,” now Hitty was more confused than anything else, “you’ll make a fraction of a point on the journey, however the captain squares that with you if you really do stay in the Empty City. But the crew puts a purse together for the steward, that’s his real pay. I just… wanted to do it first I guess.”

“Ah, oh yeah, that makes sense. Hadn’t remembered that honestly. But anyway, I don’t need the purse so you can tell the crew to save their coins. It is very kind, though.”

“Noah, if you don't care about being paid at all why are you doing this job?” Hitty asked, staring at him. “You were just going to get off the ship without any money and then what? Swim to the mountains? Saddle a river wolf like a pony and ride it to Anglet? Hope that the next boat captain who comes by wants a good fuck or is just so damn charitable she doesn't want her passengers to pay? It’s bad enough you’re saying you’ll just stay in the middle of nowhere without a care in the world but this is ridiculous!”

The steward shrugged, then said, “Ok that’s fair. I still have some money on me, I am pretty sure, and I hadn’t really thought about that part yet. But I’m not doing this job for the coin, I just need to get there and I’ll be fine. No worries.”

“You are being a fool and, and an asshole.”

“What?” Noah said, taken aback by Hitty’s flat tone and angry stare.

She shifted around to face him directly and focus her full glare on his lovely, dumb green eyes.

Pointing a finger at him, Hitty said, “No matter how many times people tell you it’s like you never listen. If you get off the boat at the Empty City you. Might. Die. There. No! Stop nodding! You’re still not listening! Is this just because of how you were raised? There is no one for thousands of miles. There is no food. The only boats that pass by may or may not just chain you up and steal you as easily as give you a free ride on your foolish journey!”

Noah’s eyes were wide, his mouth open, and as angry and frustrated as she suddenly was Hitty was so damn glad to see him finally, finally, paying attention.

“Noah, tatik, you are a wonderful person. The crew, we all, l- really really like you. You are kind and funny and handsome and strange but in a way that makes us laugh and want to be around you and that’s why every night - every night! - the crew talks about how you can not possibly stay there alone. We all thought that this journey would quickly make you realize that there is nothing here for you. I still think when you see the City you will, I don’t know, snap out of it and stop talking about camping and making maps of the old streets like this is a lark and you can decide to go sleep in your own bed whenever it stops being fun!”

Hitty ran out steam, realizing she had been talking very loudly. Blushing she shook her head and took his unresisting hand into hers. She kissed the back off it, once, and then looked into his eyes.

“So you don’t care about money. You aren’t worried about being all alone with no chance of returning to any sort of town without a stranger maybe finding you in a place no one willingly goes. You have a big bag of provisions that you haven’t even opened yet, by the blessed moon you silly boy those ‘camping supplies’ could be a sack of old rags! You’ll be stranded beside a huge river without so much as a canoe. Deep hells, you don't have a rod and net. But that doesn't matter because you can’t even fish!”

Hitty half expected him to yell at her to get out. But with his face now beet red, he looked down at their hands and nodded slowly.

“You’re not wrong. I have been acting very indifferent, almost lazy, about everything except being on this boat. Being part of this crew. It’s not fair to be so dismissive of what everyone is telling me. I was going to argue but then, just now, I thought about what I’d do if you just told me you were going to traipse through a dangerous area in my homeland without a care in the world.”

He looked up and gave a pained smile, “I would not accept that. I wouldn’t let you go do something crazily dangerous on a whim, or without explaining why. Same with the rest of the crew too… well maybe not Shirisha, I’m sure she would be scarier than anything she could run into.”

Noah grinned, but Hitty remained impassive. She wouldn’t pretend she knew the man inside and out, but she did recognize his habit of deflecting attention with silly jokes.

His smile fell away and he said, “I wish I could tell you why Hitty, or explain it properly, but I can’t so I’ll just say it. I will be ok. I really will, I am not nearly as helpless or incapable as you all might think. Can you just trust me when I say that I am listening, and I do see how harsh and inhospitable these lands are?”

Only slightly mollified, Hitty frowned and said, “I’ll try. I mean, we’ll try. I guess.” Her adrenaline was falling now, and Hitty realized just how direct she had been. Noah was looking all around the small room, shifting as he sat, as if he couldn’t bear to look at her.

Her voice suddenly quiet, she said, “I, er, hope I haven’t made you mad. I’m not trying to be rude, or insult you. I just wanted you to know how I feel.” As the last word slipped out of her mouth she flushed and Noah went still.

He turned to her, his face still red, his expression **** and open, and Hitty felt for a moment she saw the real Noah behind the easy charm and kindness. A Noah who had doubts and worries and who maybe didn’t always know the clever, proper thing to say.

Hitty held her breath, then he suddenly leaned over towards her. He found her lips, feverish, and she fell on her back as she pulled on his arms to make sure he didn’t get away. But his only goal seemed to be to shower her face with kisses, his lips on hers and then her cheeks and her forehead and he even kissed the tip of her nose.

“Hitty,” he kissed her neck. “Thankyou,” a kiss on her left cheek. “So. Much.” Kisses on her right cheek, then back on her lips. She moaned and grabbed his head to keep him still, her tongue dashing into his mouth. Noah pinned her to the bed, his hand suddenly on her breast and he squeezed it through her shirt, and Hitty writhed under him.

She bit him on the lower lip, lightly, and a part of her brain wondered wherever that notion had come from. She was rubbing her left leg up his side, arching her back to get her lower body pressed into him in a ****, unthinking attempt to grind her pussy through several layers of clothing.

Noah pulled back and he stared down at her, “Hitty, I-”

“Stop talking,” she said, then pulled his head back down. She mauled his neck as he licked her earlobe, making her squirm and start to whine.

When she had arrived, Noah had not had a chance to dim the alchemical lantern in his room, and the light was bright. When Hitty finally let him stop kissing her Noah could see that she had her eyes half closed against the glare, so he quickly jumped up and swiped at the lantern. It plunged the room into near darkness, with only some moonlight through the open window to see by.

Frantically, Noah pulled his pants off and Hitty immediately undid her belt while shuffling around to get properly into the middle of the bed. Discarding his shirt in one graceful movement, Noah reached toward Hitty and helped her sit up enough to get her own shirt off, then pull her trousers and underclothes off. She stared at his hard cock bobbing up and down while he stood there.

Now both naked, Noah went to get back on the bed but as he did Hitty moved all the way over while pulling him. He flopped onto his back and she wriggled down the bed, thrilling at how his skin was so pale under hers in the moonlight. With one hand she grabbed his cock, so hard already, and swallowed it up.

She would never admit it, but Hitty had listened, enraptured, as Kireama talked about how she had sucked Noah’s cock and how he had loved it so much. Now Hitty had his thick cockhead filling her mouth, and she felt him groan and go almost limp as she sucked hard on him. Her pussy, already moist, started running her juices down her thighs as she crouched over him, licking his shaft and nibbling with her lips on the sensitive skin on the bottom of his cockhead like Ipellie had bragged of doing.

“Oh god, Hitty!” Noah gasped as she gagged, trying to **** his cock down her throat. She knew it could be done, but apparently she lacked the skill. Perhaps there was a trick to it? Gasping for breath, Hitty pulled her head back and stared at the cock as if asking for its secrets. Hmm, she would try to get his whole throbbing prick into her mouth again, later perhaps, because now Noah was pulling on her shoulder, trying to get her back up with him.

As soon as she was laying back beside him, he kissed her, then bent down to bite her nipple and lick the sensitive flesh of her tits. Hitty yelled his name as his hand found her wet sex and inserted a finger into her, his thumb running up and pressing into her button gently.

He sucked and licked at her breasts for a while, and Hitty smiled to herself at the realization that this was something he truly loved doing. She cradled his head and murmured his name as he suckled at her, seemingly unable to get enough.

But finally, he pulled his mouth away, still sucking on a nipple so hard her tit pulled up until her nipple popped out of his mouth and her breast fell back. She could see well enough to know he had a goofy, boyish grin at his antics, and then he moved down to replace his hand on her pussy with his mouth.

Hitty let out a wild cry as his tongue instantly found her clit. She moaned and muttered to herself in Thuultak as he ran his mouth up and down her frantically until she could take no more. She clenched, then shivered, and somehow still wanted more.

“Noah, fuck me, pleeeease!”

He crawled back up her, and she could feel his cock sliding on her legs as he did. His face, drenched in her girlish excitement, shone in the dimness. She kissed him, tasting herself, and wrapped her legs around him as he positioned his cock against her **** pussy.

A thrust and he filled her. They both moaned, and he began to work his hips. Hitty was raising her own to meet him, the loud wet slapping of his cock into her a sound so erotically charged Hitty couldn’t believe it was happening to her.

To Noah, nothing had ever felt so good. Burying himself into Hitty’s welcoming tightness was electric; her every sound and touch, the way she pulled on his hips with her ankles, the way her hands on his back kept scrambling around as if to make sure he could never get away, all of it had him almost giddy with desire even as he fucked her as hard as he could.

He felt like he was going to pass out, and he hissed, “Gonna cum…”

“I already have and I will agaaaaiiiin!” Hitty yelled as he gave one final push, burying his cock into her, exploding as he emptied himself in her. She pressed her mouth against his shoulder to muffle a final sharp cry as she spasmed on him, feeling the iron bar of his erection twitching as he pumped his seed so deep inside her.

“Oh Hitty,” Noah whispered.

“Noah,” she let her trembling limbs go limp and he pulled himself out of her. She could already feel the huge wet spot on the bed below her, and now his semen ran out of her pulsing hole. She smiled to herself, utterly spent.

He lay on his side, facing her, and she felt drowsy. His eyes were closed and he had a smile of his own as he slipped an arm underneath her, and he helped her turn away so he could wrap his arms around. She nestled against him, her back pressed against his chest and stomach. His hands crossed in front of her, and she gave a little chuckle as he held her right tit with his left hand and the left breast with the other hand.

“What’s so funny,” he whispered in her ear, his voice so happy she could hear his smile.

“You’re such a boy,” she said, lowering her head to kiss his hands as the gently cupped her breasts. Everyone said men were obsessed with breasts, and Hitty loved that Noah seemed to enjoy hers so.

In the near dark they lay like that. Hitty knew she had to get up and go back to her quarters, but Noah was holding her and she was so comfortable surely she could close her eyes for a moment.

“What does ‘tatik’ mean?” he asked drowsily.

Hitty smiled a secret smile, then whispered, “What?” But he didn’t reply.

His breath was deep and steady on the back of her neck and she sighed again. Would she ever be more happy than this in her life? With all the wisdom a grown woman of 18 summers could muster, she thought about it a moment and then decided probably not. Surely, this was the peak.

“It means ‘love’, obviously,” she whispered almost inaudibly to her sleeping steward.

With a final, firm commitment to herself to get up in just one more minute and go back to her own hammock she drifted off to sleep in his arms.