Lovers of Hyer

The Ribbon Lady I

Bren was fun to toy with. It was fun to bully him, fun to stalk him and see him come undone, fun to throw him in for a loop and have him beg for more as he was pinned under Hyer. But, sometimes, just sometimes, Hyer craved something more, something sweeter than playing the part of the scary, brutish monster. With the wonders brought by the rediscovery of the world came some cravings for softness - the type of softness that one felt against their own body, the slow, lazy strokes of a hand on the side of a face.

Bren didn't really give that. He seemed a little weird about it, as if he was scared of it, even. Scared of what, Hyer could only guess, seeing that he couldn't ask. He always tensed a little when Hyer tried to spend more time with him doing anything else than fucking. The creature quickly got the message and knew that it was best not to press him. As cute as he was, he only seemed to want one thing, and that was fine by Hyer.

He would have to sate his desire for caresses somewhere else.

He was a careful one and didn't dare approach the village out of fear of getting spotted. Not that the knight and the page that patrolled it posed any threat, but he didn't want to establish a reputation before he had a chance to meet anyone. He was persuaded that, if he could persuade one human that he was not dangerous, he could persuade others. But that took planning and careful observation.

Luckily, he didn't have to approach the village to find someone he liked. Up on the hill next to it, a little apart from the road, was a large mansion, the type of place a noble might want to retire for a rest. There lived a woman alone with two old maids and a gardener. She seldom received any visits, although she seemed happy to spend her time reading or sending letters, and she often went through long walks. The only person that seemed to be her equal was the Knight, and all the rest bowed respectfully as she passed them.

And she looked lovely. Hyer estimated that she might be in her forties, maybe older, and what she had lost in youthful appearance, she had gained in grace and assurance. Everything she touched, she did it with care. Despite her obvious status, her wealth, her confinement, she had kind words for everyone, and her smile made her eyes sparkle in the prettiest of ways. Hyer's heart throbbed when he imagined himself under those soft hands.

Other parts of him throbbed when he imagined the feel of her voluptuous chest in his own hands.

Who was she? Hyer had to draw on old memories to start having an idea. Women were always expected to have children, yet she had none around. Either she didn't have any, either they had already left the nest. And did she have a spouse? This last question was particularly interesting to him. He wanted her, obviously, but if she already had someone then he wouldn't want her to cheat on them for his sake. Best case scenario would be for her to be unmarried or widowed, but so far he had no clue which it was just by observing her.

And, as creepy as it might sound, he did spend quite a bit of time observing her. He felt bad about doing it but he wanted to know more about her. So he watched her from far, guilty, yet waiting for the perfect moment to appear without being capable of finding it.

She liked spending time in her orchard, among her aged apple trees, reading; his guilty pleasure was to climb the wall and watch her from afar. Sometimes, the wind made patches of sunlight dance over her tan skin and her paling dark hair. She held her books from the top and followed the line she was reading with a finger, her head tilted to the side. Her attire was a little more neglected when she didn't expect a visit, sometimes she wore nothing more than a bathrobe and a nightgown - and his breath fluttered when she would lean forward, allowing him to catch sight of the paler flesh on her chest.

On that day, however, she wore a dress of a simple cut, with her hair up to display the lovely curve of her long neck. Not that he complained. She was always lovely.