Jabberwocky Boyfriend: Himgre Part Two (complete)

Tea Country isn’t so much a country as it is one of the wealthiest places in all of Miror. It houses some of the most elite people in all of the kingdom - the wealthiest who are not nobles, and the nobles who have too much money to live anywhere else. It is a place of gluttony and avarice, and much like the palace, one of the places on my list of things that deserve to be destroyed. Yet, for my purposes, it is a place that I must infiltrate and Himgre must ravage. 

In ages past, Tea Country was a place where all the best teas were made, as the name implies. It grew into a monument to wealth and greed, and the tea farms were moved outside the city limits. Typical. The wealthy don’t want to see farms from their windows, nor see or smell the work that goes into them, so they have moved them where they will be less offensive.

“So what exactly are we to do?” Himgre asks me. “Attacking the farms does not affect those who are in Tea Country. Attacking from within, I do… what, exactly? Nothing there that would call forth a Jabberwocky to try and siege it.”

“I’m thinking, I’m thinking.” I shoo him away. I look over the map of Tea Country where every mansion and business is labeled. I frown over the map, realizing that, despite its wealth, Tea Country will be hard to crack.

“You could always just start kidnapping people,” I suggest with a heavy sigh. “A few spoiled daughters. That will ruffle people’s feathers.”

“Do you really want to deal with such a thing?” Himgre scoffs. “You can barely stand anyone else in this world. How do you expect to kidnap and hold a bunch of spoiled, whiny girls thinking I am going to eat them?”

“Because that would be your job,” I snap at him. I take my hair down from the silk wrap and scratch my nails into my scalp. “They’ll never have to see me until I kill you.”

Himgre grimaces, holding a tray of tea and snacks for me. “That could quite possibly be the worst thing you would ever do to me.”

“We all make sacrifices.” I frown as he sets the tray down on my map. “Excuse me,” I snarl at him.

Himgre gives me a once-over and nods. “You’re excused.”

“Take the tray off my work!” I bark at him.

Himgre is across the room already. He takes a book from the shelf and holds it up. “I was thinking. Rather than using the scorch-and-slay method we always do, why not weasel a little more finesse into it?” He turns and smirks at me. “Your kidnapping idea, although rife with flaws, is a dull flame. Add a bit more fuel and it could be a bright spot.”

I scowl at him, crossing my arms tight against my chest. “And?”

“And, my Lady Ida, this.” He opens the book, which is a catalog of royal paintings from all over Miror. He opens the page to the Hatter, the mayor of Tea Country and the wealthiest man in all of Miror outside the palace. “How about I hold only one person hostage?”

I furrow my brow at Himgre then glance back down at the painting of the Hatter. He started out as a hatmaker, then used his funds to buy up land in Tea Country back when it was only farms. He later masterminded the entire grotesque change there, making it the capital of rich scum it is today.

I sniff and a smile twitches at the corners of my mouth. “Interesting. You may have something there, Himgre.” I snatch the book away from him, gazing over the Hatter’s face. His skin is stained white from all the milk of youth he uses on himself. It is a serum used to keep a body young despite even the harshest of years. I used it once, just a drop, and hated the way it turned my dark skin pale, so I tossed the bottle I had. It cost a small fortune, yes, but it had offended me.

“If you hold him hostage, who will pay for his freedom?” I ask. “I doubt anyone in Miror would willingly hand over their money to free him.”

“I’ll ask him for it,” Himgre replies. “And when he agrees, I’ll up the cost. I’ll keep upping it and upping it until you finally arrive and deal with me. He’ll be so grateful that I’m certain he’ll offer you a large sum.” A sly smile spreads across his face. “Better yet,” he whispers. “I capture both of you.”

“What the hell for?” I scoff.

“You work your way into his life,” Himgre starts. He taps his sharp fingers to his chin as the thoughts weave together in his mind. “You do to him the exact same thing you did to me. You seduce him, take his senses, and control him. You bleed him from the inside, make him nothing but a simpering whelp for you. Then, I’ll capture you, and hold you for top dollar. Of course, he will try to hire a knight at far less pay.”

“You’re having me play two roles?” I laugh.

Himgre shrugs. “Why not? Dress in your father’s old armor, wear his helmet and never reveal yourself. Then we do things like normal. Get paid to kill me and then, when you say you’ve saved the girl,” he snaps his fingers, “we’ll simply disguise a dummy.” 

“So, not only will I woo tons of money out of him, we’ll get more for the kidnapping.” I shake my head as I smile. “You just want to make me mad, don’t you?”

“Take the idea, or don’t. Either way, I’m sure aiming at Tea Country is going to anger you one way or another.” Himgre sighs. 

I click my tongue as I consider the options. It would take some setting up, but all of these schemes do. I close the book and smirk towards Himgre. “Sure. Why not? It’ll save us the option of burning down mansions when we’re bored one day.”

“I’m impressed,” Himgre chuckles. “You are actually taking my advice.”

“To be honest, I’m in it to make Hatter squirm,” I laugh.

Himgre bows his head. “With any luck, I’ll get to see you squirm as well, Lady Ida.” He glances out the window. “It should be an experience.”

Setting up everything is a breeze. I am able to get myself into one of the Lady Houses, estates that take in young women and supervise them during vacations and the like, and allow the lady’s ‘virtue’ to be safeguarded. I then get the fancy wardrobe I need and from there, study every single thing about the Hatter I can. I learn his habits, his schedule, all his businesses, friends, enemies, anything at all that will help me end up in his arms so I can wrap him around my finger. 

Himgre and I find a place where he can hide while I work on winning over the Hatter. I also store my father’s armor and weaponry there. As I am getting ready to go to the Lady House, Himgre is looking off into the distance. Still in his Jabberwocky form from the flight, he grips the edge of the rocks as his tail coils around the base of a tree.

“I’m getting ready to leave. I suggest you take that off and walk around like at home.” I huff as I tuck my hair into a bonnet. “God, I fucking hate dresses.” I smooth down the pale yellow skirt, then try to pull up the neckline so it doesn’t show too much cleavage. 

Himgre turns around, moving so his long neck droops down and his head hangs before me. “They suit you better.”

“So does my dick in your ass, but you don’t see me doing it every day,” I toss at him. “Get inside!” I order him. “If anyone sees you, then all of this just turns into another hunt and we won’t see a dime.”

Himgre scoffs. “I’ll give you two weeks before you come back here telling me to scorch the place.”

I stick my tongue out at him. “Bet you I won’t.”

I hate everything in Tea Country. Being there makes my skin crawl, and talking to the people is like pulling teeth. I’m certain the only reason they even glance my way is because of my looks. Otherwise I doubt they’d even walk past me on the street. Despite my discomfort, I manage to work my way into high society. I get invited to parties, dinners, charity events. Each time, I manage to rob these assholes blind, but I know it is not my main objective.

Finally, one evening, I am at a ball hosted by the Hatter himself. The roses are blooming, and for some reason, that is a call to celebrate. I have been invited as a guest of one of the snotty rich sons in the area. I walk on his arm, trying to remember his name but not really caring. Once I’m inside, I start searching for the Hatter. I have to, in some way, curry his favor towards me this evening.

I am a hunter who cannot find their prey, so I slink away into an empty room. It looks like a study, and drink in hand, I peruse the books all around the wall. Sipping my alcohol gingerly, I do not place the books back on the shelf, instead choosing to toss them aside. As I’m flipping through pages, idly wondering if money is hidden anywhere, I hear a low, throaty chuckle.

“And what is a radiant blossom like you hiding in the dark?” His voice is deep and dangerous, like shadows whispering in a nightmare. He rises from a chair by the fireplace, clothed all in black save for the yellow shirt under his jacket. 

I lick my lips and gather up my courage. “Looking for something worth my time in this place,” I remark. “I am this close to finding a sofa and sleeping until this party is done with. Whoever the host is should realize wealth doesn’t buy taste, and therefore, he should not be left to pick entertainment on his own.”

“My, my,” the Hatter comes towards me, tall and rakishly thin. His coat drags on the floor, creating a train behind him. “Do you not know who you are talking to?”

I smirk up at him. “Why else do you think I’m complaining?” I ask. “I wouldn’t waste my breath unless it’s the one who is in charge.” I sip my drink again. “No need to torture the staff. It isn’t their fault.” I tilt my glass towards him. “I’ve been looking for you. Lucky me, finding you here.”

The Hatter stoops down and picks up a book. “Is that why you are tossing my possessions around like this?”

“It got your attention,” I grin.

“And what if I had not been here?” The Hatter tilts his head. “Then what?”

I shrug. “The heck with it.”

The Hatter grins at me. “Who are you?” 

I hand him my empty glass. “Lady Ida. I’m staying at the Heather Lady House,” I tell him. “Not that it matters.”

“Certainly,” he chuckles. “Who is your date this evening?”

Crap, I still can’t remember. “Oh, yes, of course,” I chuckle as I scramble my brain trying to bring the name to the forefront. I don’t think I ever learned it, or even paid much attention to him. All I remember is that he has those awful swans in that ugly fountain. “I don’t want to embarrass the poor boy by naming him. No sense in him having his name dragged through the mud because I never learned to hold my tongue.”

“You don’t remember it, do you?” The Hatter laughs.

I shake my head. “No. I don’t even think I would be able to pick him out of a lineup if it was asked of me.”

The Hatter laughs. “Then what the hell are you doing here at a boring party, with horrible entertainment, with a man you don’t even know?”

I smirk at him. “Well, what does any girl want in this world?” I sigh dreamily, clutching my hands over my chest. “All the free food.”

The Hatter leans over towards me, bracing his hand above my head. “Leave your date for the evening,” he whispers. “That is, if you could pick me out of a lineup.”

I try to bite back my victorious smile. I finally have him. 

As the days go by, the Hatter calls for me more and more. He visits me at the Lady House, he takes me out for dates, and he even invites me into his home. He offers me a room there, promising to keep me as safeguarded as the Lady House. Tempting though it may be, I turn down his offer, continuing to further wrap him around my finger. He buys me gifts of all sorts, some I know I can turn around and make a good penny for, other things that are merely temporary and pretty. All the while, the Hatter continues to try to get me to stay in his home.

One evening, when I am able to get away, I go to meet with Himgre at the cottage where I’ve told him to hide. I knock on the door and Himgre opens the door and looks down at me. He sniffs the air, then grimaces. 

“You smell weird,” he scoffs.

I roll my eyes. “Just let me in!” I shove past him and rip off the bonnet on his head. “I think we’re getting close,” I scoff.

“To a bath?” Himgre snarls.

I scowl at him. “It’s a perfume that Hatter bought me. I had to wear it.”

“Had to?” Himgre watches me. “Since when?”

I roll my eyes. “Look, just shut up and listen to me.” I take out the black vial on the necklace. “You have to.”

Himgre rolls his eyes. “So, when do you want me to show up?”

I set down a bag on the bed. “These are things that I have taken already,” I tell him. “We need to hide them here now.”

“When do I show up?” Himgre snarls the words at me.

“Hold on,” I huff. “I’m getting to it.”

Himgre snarls and he notices the ring on my finger. “What’s that?”

I lift my hand up. “Oh this? Just a gift,” I reply. “The Hatter gave it to me.” I look it over, smiling at it. “Pretty little bauble, isn’t it?” I extend my hand to Himgre to let him see. “I’ve got him by the balls alright,” I laugh. “He’s been begging me to move in with him all this time.”

Himgre’s lip curls over his sharp teeth. “When do you want me to show up? That’s the whole point of this.”

I lower my hand. “Do you want this done, or do you want it done right?” I roll my eyes at him. “I am working on it.”

“It should be done!” Himgre roars.

I take a step back from him. “How dare you talk to me like that?” I hiss at him. “This was all your idea!”

“You’ve taken it too far,” Himgre snarls, jabbing his finger at me. “Are you actually falling for this man? The man who stands for everything you hate?”

“What?” I blurt. “Who said anything about falling? I have nothing for this man!”

Himgre grabs my wrist and holds up my hand in the air. “And what’s this?” he roars at me. “What is this ring and why is it not in that bag?” 

“Because it was a gift!” I gasp. “Himgre, let me go right now!”

Himgre releases me, but his anger is still unquelled.

“What is the matter with you?” I snap at him. I take the ring off and toss it at his feet. “There? Is that better? Was it ugly to you or something?”

“I don’t like this plan anymore,” he seethes. “I don’t like that perfume! I don’t like that man! And I don’t like how you are acting! This isn’t the Lady Ida I know at all. You’re fooling around and traipsing around like some little girl rather than the cruel, shitty human being made of garbage you are!”

I wave my arms madly around in the air. “What the fuck?”

Himgre storms up to me, making me back against the wall while his arms fence me in. I gasp in shock, watching the rage boil through all of his eyes. For a moment, I lose my breath and both of us are silent and still.

Just as quickly as he acted, Himgre pulls away. I stay there, plastered to the wall for a moment. Then I clutch my hand around my chest as I start to breathe again.

“Explain yourself,” I snarl at him. “What is up with you?”

Himgre claws his sharp nails down his face, snarling and frothing as he does. “You are mine!” he roars.

I squint my eyes at him. “What?”

“You are mine and I am yours,” he hisses. “Even if I hate you, I love you, and even if you hate me, you cannot deny that you love me too!”

“Don’t tell me how to feel!” I roar at him. “You don’t know anything.”

“I know you.” He points at me. “If there is anything I know in this world it is, without a doubt, you.” He moves towards me again. “And I know that the reason you hate me is because you cannot stand how much you love me. Because I feel that too.” He jabs his finger at himself. He drops his hands down to his sides and sniffs down at me. “I thought it would be fun to see you squirm, seducing that rich piece of shit,” he hisses. “But all I have done here is grow sicker and sicker.” He picks the ring up off the floor. “You wear his gifts with pride.”

“Himgre,” I whisper warningly at him. “What are you doing?”

“The Hatter does not deserve you the way I have earned you,” Himgre then laughs. “I bet once he samples a taste of you, he will leave you. You are better than that, Ida.”

“I was never going to allow him to do such a thing,” I snarl. “The moment he even insinuated it, I was going to force you to come.”

“Oh?” Himgre laughs. “And why is that?”

“The thought of someone touching me, of touching them-” my face pinches up and I shake my head. “It’s disgusting!”

“And why is that?” Himgre smirks.

I scoff and shake my head. “You’re disgusting.”

Himgre steps towards me and slides his fingers under my chin. I try to jerk my head away but his lips and tongue drag along my jaw. I thrash a bit more and my lips meet with his. I bite him and he moans. He bites me and I grow weak. I pull on his hair, tugging him down, angrily kissing him until the kisses become sweet.

“I have been waiting on you,” Himgre snarls into my ear.

“Shut up,” I pant.

“Make me,” he hisses into my ear. 

I push him down onto the bed, removing my dagger from my hip and holding it to his throat. I wriggle out of my underwear, then hike up my skirt as I straddle his head. I cry out as his tongue finds my folds. It feels so strange and weird, but I had to get him to shut up.

His fingers rip into my skirt, shredding it to move it aside. His hands find my skin and knead into it, leaving fingerprint-shaped bruises on my flesh. I gasp for breath as I ride his face until I can no longer stand it. I fall off him, scrambling to get away, but he grabs me and pulls me back.

“You can’t escape me,” Himgre snarls in my ear. “Unless you wanted to make this a fight,” he smirks.

I slap his face and he slaps mine. I grab him, kissing him hungrily as he moves between my legs. He struggles for a moment, removing his coat so he’s naked on top of me. His body is covered in dark scales and blue fur. Below, his two cocks have become hard and are laying against my belly. I slap him again and he bites my neck. When he slips inside me, I lose my breath. 

“Is this what you want?” He snarls as he ruts himself inside me, already thrusting his hips hard enough to rattle the bed. “Tell me how badly you’ve wanted this.”

“Yes!” I scream out. “Oh, gods! Don’t stop!”

Himgre grins wickedly. “I must obey, right?” He grabs the headboard for leverage, thrusting himself deep inside me. He pulls out his cock, replacing it with the other. I claw my nails down his back as I cry out in pleasure.

“Tell me you want me!” Himgre snarls. “Tell me! Now! Now!” 

I crow into the night, squeezing myself tightly around him. “I want you! I want you!” I look into his eyes as I feel his fire flow within me. I lose my breath as my back bends and I swear I almost levitate off the mattress.

As our bodies cool and Himgre’s breathing echoes in my ear, I grab a fistful of his hair and pull it. “You are mine,” I snarl to him. “Do you realize what that means?”

Himgre chuckles weakly. “I did exactly what you wanted me to,” he breathes. He kisses me and pushes me back down into the pillows. “It means you can’t escape me,” he whispers. 

I smirk up at him. “I knew you were jealous,” I chuckle. 

“You didn’t know shit.” Himgre kisses down my chest. 

I run my fingers along his scalp, watching as his long tongue darts between my breasts. “You would have probably killed him, wouldn’t you?”

“I would have,” Himgre looks up at me. “I was planning to bite his head off and then say ‘oops’.” He kisses me. “Perhaps it will be better to send you back now,” he chuckles into my ear. “Now that you are wearing my perfume instead.”