Harry and Toi – Mæve

Harry and Toi

Mæve

* * *

Harry’s gentle snoring woke Mæve that morning. She’d been on her side; bum pressed against his hip. Smiling, she rolled over and draped and arm and leg over him.

The Hermetist had been dreaming of the seas of her homeworld. Unlike any of the Herms she knew, Mæve had been a mariner since infancy. Her father’s only offspring, Mæve had been a lovechild born late in his life. Her mother had died in childbirth so, rather than leaving her on her own, her dad had taken her with him on his voyages.

She had had a wet-nurse and later a governess until she was ten local years old. Mæve didn’t get her first glimpse of land until she was thirteen, a week after the old man died.

The funeral was a dismal affair, filled with strangers who she was told were family. Mæve had been miserable and couldn’t wait to get back to sea.

The problem was, she was told she wasn’t going back. By the standards of her world Mæve was too young to be on her own. A much older cousin and her husband would be her guardians, now.

It was Kirk, her father’s Mate, who had saved her. He argued that she should be allowed to decide for herself and had even engaged a lawyer to fight for her rights.

An eternal three months later, Mæve had been granted official status as an emancipated minor. Kirk welcomed her back aboard her father’s former ship, his now, within hours.

That had been the beginning of her love for the older man. Kirk had been only a handful of years younger than her father, but he had the same gruff ease about him. Grief, puberty, and transference had done the rest.

He had strongly resisted of course. At first. It took over a year for her to get him to give in. Finally, on her fifteenth birthday, Kirk had made her a woman.

They had continued as shipmates and lovers for another two years. Mæve’s application to join the Hermetists had ended it and her life on her homeworld. That had been almost twenty years ago.

Mæve looked up at Harry’s slumbering face, a fierce affection swelling in her breast. So like Kirk and like her father before him.

Harry was tall and strongly built, though a bit out of shape, like an unarmed fighter gone to seed. His hair was greying and slowly receding, his face creased and weathered and a bit jowly. But his voice and his gentle manner…

Affection turned to passion. Laying her head on his chest, Mæve reached under the covers. Her questing hand found Harry’s member. As always, he had morning wood. She caressed the stiff, ridged, yet softly textured penis, a warmth spreading through her loins.

When she felt the trickle of moisture on her thigh, she pushed the covers down and climbed onto him. Reaching behind her, she lined Harry’s erection up to her pussy. Mæve spent a few moments in delicious anticipation, rubbing the head along the moist folds of her, then slid down his trunk, impaling herself on her lover.

Harry was a deep sleeper. For a moment, just enjoying the feeling of him filling her, she just looked at Harry, listening for the change in breathing that would show he was waking. She gave his dick a few playful squeezes. Finally, she could take no more.

Mæve pushed herself up onto her forearms and began moving her hips up and down, riding her lover. She moved slowly at first, savouring the sensation.

It took over a minute for Harry to stop snoring. A deep breath from him and his hands came up to touch her waist. Only then did his eyes open.

“Mornin’ Harry.” Her hands rubbed his harry pecs.

That cynical look of his cracked a smile. “I love how you wake me up, woman, but do you have to do it so early?”

Mæve sat up straighter, giving him a better view of the tits he so loved looking at, and increased her rhythm, making them jiggle for him. “You say that every morning.” She sighed at the pulsing zing in her cunt and closed her eyes. “Now quit bitching and grab my ass, will you.”

“As my lady wishes.” He was as good as his word.

Mæve loved Harry’s hands; they were almost perfect. Big and strong, they were not quite as calloused as she preferred, yet they felt so good gripping her rump as she kicked it into high gear.

Again, she came before he did. Morning sex with Harry was her favourite way to start the day.

Mæve waited, afterglowing and draped on Harry’s body, until all his spend leaked out of her before getting up and heading to the kitchen in search of coffee.

* * *

The P.I. was just stepping out of the shower when she returned with two steaming mugs of black gold.

“Couldn’t wait for me?” Mæve asked.

“I was feeling a bit sticky in the midlands.”

“Not my fault, old man.”

“I’m not the one with poor muscle control.”

“Right. You’re the one with poor bladder control.”

“Bitch.”

“Asshole!” Laughter mangled the word, as it burst out at his expression.

Not bothering with clothing, Harry slumped on the bed and grabbed the proffered mug.

Rather more gracefully, Mæve joined him. “So, what’re your plans today?”

“Nothing much. Toi is due today, so I figured I’d tidy up—”

A buzzing in her head. “Hold that thought.” She answered the call.

A voice only she could hear, said, ‘Superior? It’s Sally. Harry wouldn’t happen to be there with you, would he? I tried calling him, but he’s switched off.’

“Yeah, he’s here with me now.”

Harry mouthed, “Who is it?”

The Hermetist held up a finger.

‘Good. Tell him we got a call from his daughter. She’ll be docking in Vita within the hour, and her train should arrive at the station here at 16:15.’

“Will do. Anything else?”

‘Yeah. Tell that Luddite to join us here in the modern age and buy a damned booth. We are not his message service.’

Mæve laughed. “I’ll try, again. Thanks, Sally. See you soon.”

‘Bye.’

“What?” Harry.

“Toiliúil’s train will arrive at North Terminal at 16:15.”

Harry’s grimace at the effortless way Mæve pronounced his daughter’s name drew a chuckle from her and rude gesture from him. That only made her laugh harder.

After a pause for sipping, “What’s the time?” he asked.

Mæve leaned out and glanced at the clock in the living room. “7:23. Looks like you’ve got some time to kill.”

“I think I can fill the hours.”

“Famous Last Words.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It means I know you. Don’t take on any new cases before she gets here. It’s you she wants to see, not your empty apartment or obscene vid collection.”

“Hey, those are all case related.”

“Admit it. You just get off perving on people.”

“Oh, like you don’t.”

She had to laugh at that. “Touché. Seriously, though.”

He smiled. “I hear you. I’ll while away the hours with non-business-related leisure activities.”

“So, what are you planning for this evening?”

“I’m going to show her my office. She wants to look at some of my old case files. After, I’ll take her to dinner; I booked a table at the Ritz.”

“Fancy. Why not the Palazzo, though?”

“I don’t think taking my daughter to a brothel sets a wholesome tone.”

“Come on, Harry. Lots of people eat there who aren’t interested in negotiable affection. Remember the last time we were there? That cute couple were celebrating their anniversary.”

“Yeah, but he works there as a whore.”

“But he was off that night.”

“They still booked a room.”

“Gods! You’re such a prude, sometimes. Fine, then. Where’s Toi staying?”

“Here. I do have a spare room.”

“Now I know why you moved last month.”

“I moved because I can afford a better place, now. I got a lot of money after the Silvergrey Sea case.”

“Uh huh. It wouldn’t have anything to do with impressing a certain young woman now, would it?”

“It doesn’t hurt. My old place was a sty at the best of times, as you know. Besides, I have a guest bedroom, now.”

“Sure you’ll need it?” She let her expression tell him what she was implying.

Harry felt the need to ask anyway, “What’s that supposed to mean?” He was blushing!

‘Wow,’ she thought. ‘I have to meet her, now.’ Aloud, “Nothing.” All innocence. “Anyway, when do I get to meet her?”

“Oh.” Harry looked unsure, something of which she didn’t think him capable. He couldn’t meet her eye, suddenly. “Well, we could get together later in the week for coffee, I suppose.”

“Okay, when?”

“Ah, let’s just keep it loose for now. I’ll get back to you.”

“Harry.” She waited until he was looking at her again. Teasing smile in place, “You’re not ashamed of me, are you?”

“Whaaat? No, of course not.” Mæve had never expected to see Harry Tranker, hard-as-nails Private Eye, flustered either.

Something was definitely up. She decided to be merciful. “Just checking. Well,” she spoke briskly, “I’ll jump in the shower, now. I have to be at the Chapterhouse in twenty minutes. Oh, and if you’re not going to get a booth, you could at least turn on your comm.”

“I never do that until my second coffee.”

“Uh-huh.” Bouncing up, Mæve jiggled her way to the loo for Harry’s eyes to feast on, scheming to get to the bottom of Harry’s feelings about his new daughter.

—Gideon Jagged
Innsmouth, November 2026

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