Hitty

In his quarters, Noah had the small smokeless alchemy light at half intensity. It bathed the tiny room in a warm, golden light, not too bright. Annoyed, he realized his palms were sweaty and he wiped them on his trousers when a knock at his door almost made him yelp.

“Yes?” he said, then shook his head at his idiotic question. Before his visitor could reply he stood and opened the door. Naturally, it could only be one person.

“H-h-hello? I’m here?” The young woman was clearly nervous. Hitty was dressed in a colourful white overshirt with a geometric pattern of deep reds and blacks. Her shoulder-length black hair was loose in the back, her dark brown eyes searching.

“You are-” he froze, 'beautiful’ was what he had thought, but is that what he should be saying? “You are perfectly on time.” She smiled crookedly and Noah cursed himself for not simply complimenting her.

“Come in, please,” he gestured and she sat on the bed, looking at her hands. He sat on the small chair, awkwardly, so he could face her. He had thought of some things to say, conversational ice breakers, but now with her in his tiny room sitting on his bunk it all felt utterly ridiculous.

“So, well, I guess you are the youngest on board, huh?” he said while his own hands gripped his knees.

Softly, Hitty replied, “Aye, a sailor 2 years now. This is my 18th summer. I joined the Nawyet as our village owns it, that’s why so many Kuniq crew…” she trailed off with a shrug, and then looked back down at her hands.

The silence pulsed between them, a laughing beast made of awkward quiet, mocking them both, and Noah frantically tried to think of some witty observation or charming question. Could he do this? Did Hitty even want to be here? He took a shaky breath and rubbed his palms on his pants again. Think, dammit!

“You’re nervous too.” Hitty said, surprise lifting her features as she looked at his fidgeting hands. For a second, Noah paused, as if caught out.

He gave a sharp laugh and lifted his betraying hands, “I sure am! Sorry Hitty, I am new at this too, and I’m trying to be… appealing? Or at least courteous, but clearly it’s not working.”

Smiling herself, Hitty exclaimed, “You’re a beautiful man, surely you have all the experience in the world! Any woman would take you if she could.”

“I am not a virgin or anything, but where I am from there are as many men as women, so the way things seem to work here is unusual to me. It would have been my dream as a boy, and now too you’d think, but I am strangely anxious!” he laughed and Hitty joined him, though she could scarcely imagine such a world.

She looked into his eyes, greener than she had thought at first, and said, “Well, here you are unusual, Noah. I don’t see many men your age around, and I’ve never seen one naked. But even if there are so many men in your home the women are tripping over them I can’t imagine you don’t make the ladies there look twice.”

Now the man smiled, pleased. Sitting up straight, he looked at her and said, “Do you want to… look? At a man?”

“Yes!”

Something about her sweet honesty had Noah leaping to his feet. He wouldn’t have ever thought of himself as an exhibitionist or vain, or anything like that, but her expression had him more than happy to disrobe. He pulled his simple shirt over his head, trying to hide the fact he was slightly flexing as he made a show of folding it up and placing it on the desk behind him. Ok, he wasn’t vain, exactly, but he was a fit man in his early 20’s and had the confidence of youth.

Hitty was leaning forward, taking in his flat stomach and broad chest. He didn’t have the huge muscles of the male guards’ rich women kept as symbols of their status, but his arms and shoulders were pleasingly built and she could see the lines of the muscles of his stomach. “Oh,” she said aloud, staring at a thin line of body hair that ran from his tiny belly button down into his pants like a line on a map. He paused at her quiet outburst, but she shook her head quickly and he continued.

He was not wearing the underclothes he typically would, so as he slowly lowered his trousers Hitty felt a heat deep inside her as she stared. Hair appeared, with his pale white skin behind it, and then Hitty saw the sharp angles of his hip bones, how they jutted out from his flat stomach and almost gasped at how interesting it looked. Then his pants suddenly fell, and his cock bounced into the air.

It was thick, and kept growing even as she gawked at it. Her face was only a few feet away, and she realized she had stopped breathing for a moment. It wasn’t the perfectly smooth shape of the carved cocks she had seen; it was flesh and blood and seeing it get bigger and harder had the young woman’s mouth open in astonished longing.

She tore her eyes up and saw Noah, again looking bashful at being ogled so. “I should…” Hitty said, her voice thick with longing. She stood up as well, pulling her shirt - her finest, with expensive beadwork and thick material, and she was glad she had worn her best - over her head without a thought. Her breasts were, she felt, average size, and she wasn’t sure if Noah liked them big or small. But men liked all kinds, right?

His eyes drank in the sight of her, so she took it as a good sign. With a fierce smile she undid the belt of her trousers and kicked them down her legs, so he could see her all. With a trembling hand, Hitty reached out and touched the sparse bit of hair on the top of his chest, saying, “We Kuniq don’t have hair like this on our bodies, and we shave what little we do.” Noah was staring at her bare womanhood, and she wondered if he could see the wetness she could feel leaking down her thighs.

“You are beautiful,” he said quietly, as if to himself, and her heart soared. He gestured to his cock and smiled, “Do you want to touch it?”

She did, and her hand quickly found it. It was hard and soft at the same time, and she tenderly felt it up, down and around - then ran her fingers from the tidy tuft of hair above his cock to his navel, making him giggle and squirm. She grinned, thrilled at how he trembled under her touch.

They stood very close now, and Noah was going to ask if she wanted to kiss but her lips were moving closer, as if on their own, and they met. She felt his lips barely brushing hers, and it felt good and sweet, her first proper kiss on a boy instead of a friend pretending to be a boy, and then suddenly it was fire and her lips were pressed hard against his and her tongue was poking, looking for its mate, and he opened his mouth wide enough to let her tongue in and the heat that had been building in her took over.

She felt his hands, so soft and yet strong, on the skin of her back and she moaned. She still had his glorious cock in one hand and with the other she reached and felt his ass, and then she felt her tits pressing against his flat chest, her nipples hard nubs as they rubbed back and forth.

For an endless time Hitty held him, kissed him, felt him. She let go of his cock, reluctantly, but then used both hands to wrap around his back and pull him tight as he held her head, and spirits above the feeling of his fingers running across her scalp all but ended her. She could feel the hot iron of his prick between them, thick against her stomach, and she wanted it so badly inside her she felt she would faint. Grinding instinctively against him, she moaned again, louder, as if unable to form words to express her want.

Noah seemed to know. Pulling back his head, he pivoted with her in his arms and simply lifted her up. She thrilled at his sudden strength - no withered old man for her first time, she got the most gorgeous man she can remember seeing, naked in her arms!

“How do you want…” Noah asked.

Like many women her age, Hitty had spent time thinking and wondering about what she would want from a man and how. “On my back,” she whispered, unable to stop herself from kissing the taut skin of his shoulder. She let go of him like it was the hardest thing in the world, and all but leaped onto his hard bunk. She spun around and reached out, already disappointed to not be touching him. Her legs slightly spread, she was so wet she could smell her arousal plainly, but as Noah leaned down to crawl onto the bed after her she saw his cock bobbing up and down. Would that even fit in her girlish slit?

“Will it hurt?” she asked as he began to lay on top of her. She never used more than a pair of her thin fingers inside, and the head of his cock looked quite a bit thicker than that!

“We’ll go slow and try to make it not,” he said. Instead of laying directly on top he remained on his side, beside her on the narrow bunk, and she felt his hand reaching to her sex. He trailed some fingers up her slit and she groaned, then she saw a bead of fluid on his cock and rubbed it with her thumb, gently, marvelling at how slippery it felt.

Noah looked down at Hitty, her skin so smooth, her eyes pleading as she moaned again. Her nipples were dark points on her skin, and he took one in his mouth. Hitty gasped as he sucked on it gently, then harder. His fingers were rubbing her sex more firmly now, and she was getting even wetter. He smiled to himself, loving how passionate and hungry the girl was.

When Noah licked her nipple, then dragged his tongue across her quivering tit, Hitty was shocked to hear a loud growl emerge from her chest - spirits above she was going to start howling at the full moon like a she-wolf in heat next! How is this man doing this to her!

“I’m ready… please…” she spread her legs wider, feeling not a hint of shame at being splayed open like this in front of a man she met only today. This felt too good, and Noah’s eyes were too kind, for her to experience anything but gratitude.

He moved between her legs and lined up with her slit, the narrow bed firm beneath her. She looked down at the cockhead as it pressed into her mound, and her eyes fluttered at the sensation of that alone and he paused, rubbing his prick up and down her lips. Hitty bucked her hips up, she needed this now, she felt like her cunt was aching for something new and had awoke to the knowledge it was exactly this.

Noah pressed in, slowly, and he let out a long groan of pleasure to match the one escaping Hitty’s throat. It felt wonderful to her as he entered, then slightly painful as more of his hard cock pushed into her virgin passage. She grunted, more in pain now, and he paused.

“It’s good, but yes, slow,” she said as if encouraging them both.

He moved in another inch, then pulled back slightly. Then again. She was getting used to this incredible feeling of him inside her, then instinctively she used her heels to pull him abruptly. He thrust, one firm push, and she felt her maidenhead give way. There was a flash of pain, but then a feeling of release.

She groaned. “More, but slowly still!” He complied, moving smoothly in as he buried himself inside. Fully in, while she trembled beneath him, Noah rotated his hips, and Hitty yelled out and even she was not sure if it was relief or discomfort or bliss.

They kissed while Hitty let her body accept this new sensation, this man, inside her. With a quiet gasp she pushed her hips up and he took the hint, beginning to thrust in and out and she lost herself to the pleasure, the act of fucking. Soon he was moving briskly, and she moaned again. “Noah!” she cried as he licked her ear while his free hand squeezed one nipple and then the other. She cried out again. Her pleasure crested, then slowly sank back down, and she shuddered.

“I am close,” he said and the pace of his movement in and out began to increase.

Her own body was sending sparks of fire up and down, deep inside her, as she used her hands to feel the wonderful muscles of his back moving with sinewy purpose. She prayed aloud, her voice half a cry, “Oh Taqqiq, as woman I call to you, sink his seed deep in me! Akna this is your holy night and he is my first man and I thank you for this gift! Oh spirits Noah! Harder, yes! Taqqiq give me a healthy child with this man’s seeeed ahhh!!” She felt his cock swell and the sensation of him cumming in her lifted her up to her peak of bliss, her first little orgasm with a man, at the thought of his cum deep in her.

Panting, Noah lay on top of her. He kissed her cheeks, softly, and saw a tear or two running down. “Tears of gratitude and thanks,” she whispered, holding him tight with her arms and legs. He tried to pull out but she asked him to stay inside by making an unhappy sound and holding him even tighter.

“How was it?” he asked, and Hitty had to smile. How like a boy to ask such a thing when, clearly, he could tell it was wonderful.

“It was… everything I hoped for and more,” she said honestly. He smiled proudly at the compliment, as he should, and she was happy he was pleased. They lay like that until, with a pout, Hitty let him pull his now soft prick out of her.

As he made himself as comfortable as possible on the narrow bunk beside her, Hitty’s mind was racing. Not being one to leave things unsaid, she took a breath and said, “Uhm, not all of the women will want the steward’s touch. Some only go with women, or are bonded to a mate, or both. Sooo would you - if you don’t mind, and you are not busy, and it’s ok, oh and if it is not taking another woman’s turn - could I, could we please… do this again?” As she finished, Hitty blushed and pulled up her hands, counting the crew on her fingers by name, then subtracting the women who would not in theory want to lie with Noah. She muttered about how many nights there were until they would reach the Empty City, then mumbled about not being a bother and not being selfish.

Noah took her hands into his and turned her face towards him, smiling. A, long, deep kiss, with tongue, and she sighed as it ended.

“I’d be beyond delighted to do this with you as much as we possibly can Hitty.”

A pen scratched on parchment as Captain Amaruq, in her quarters, focused carefully on her logbook. She heard some movement though the thin wall - basically layers of plastered sailcloth covering wooden slats - that separated her cabin from the steward’s. Coincidentally, she was entering a line about taking on a new steward, name of NOAH, into the logbook when she heard a sharp cry. Then another. Ten minutes later, as she noted their berthing location and the day’s weather, Amaruq heard a woman’s long, loud moan of satisfaction, followed by the slap of bodies joining. She raised an eyebrow at the thought of young Hitty being so… vocal.

Standing, Amaruq walked to the short windows that made up the rear of her cabin and opened them. The sound of the river washed in, frogs croaking and ducks snuffling in the reeds, and the captain returned to her paperwork having given the young some more privacy. It is natural to hear such things on a boat, of course, perfectly healthy.

Still, Amaruq had to smile. Hitty certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, and for all his shy looks and politeness Noah might be perfect for the job after all.