Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 103: Scene CIII — Away from Sight.

The bonfire had lit its flames strongly and the meat of the hunt had been spread for it to be roasted.

Aslak had gone to get the woman so her seat would be taken by his side. And at his other side, Otrur would also rest as the meal was awaited.

Peaceful, many laughed and conversed as they waited for the meat. To then consume its tasteful flavour between laughter and mead.

"How much will you eat today?" — Aslak leaned to ask the woman holding, the crafty plate of the savages as one of them offered the food.

"... For its meat from below the crag, I am to eat more than usual."

"Hah. The taste from below is better, isn’t it?"

"... Indeed. Yet I also want to eat more as I was told a boar was hunted with myself in mind... Appreciation must be shown to the people." — The moved Ewelina told her husband, although reluctant to speak further.

"... Oi. Why are your eyes not meeting mine?"

Pointing out what he had already noticed, Aslak coldly asked the woman after that one who offered the meat walked away, holding the displeasure from learning she was told a boar was hunted in her honour.

Nonetheless, he munched on the food as its heat should not be wasted while not even at his question her lids lifted to look at him. For the woman was slightly upset... And wished to tease the spouse with the source of her displeasure.

"... Husband’s words were ’Don’t stare’. I am honouring my spouse’s orders."

"... Haaah... Upset. This woman is upset again." — Pained to say it, Aslak sighed annoyed at her elegance. — "Fatædi, please."

"Aren’t you pleased, brutish man? Your wife obeys you." — Biting elegantly entertained the meat she had at hand, Ewelina felt pleasant with extracting childish vengeance from the frustrated man.

"I’m not." — Glancing at how she wouldn’t meet his gaze. — "... Let’s go on a stroll after you eat."

"Oh, I would like that. This is the first feast I enjoy with Kleifar’s people. I see some are dancing over there?"

"... Siiigh. Alright. Yes. Dancing. Eat and I will take you to watch." — Annoyed Aslak granted, falling back on his seat to continue eating, frustrated at the woman. — "Alert. She’s not alert in the least."

"Hm? Excuse me I did not hear..."

"Eat, woman."

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Distaste could be felt from the man. And even as he held her hand with intertwined fingers, Ewelina was hushed by his severe expression as she also observed the joyful savages by the bonfire. Walking past in the stroll he suggested, going around the feast tranquil yet now doubtful as her spouse appeared disgruntled.

"? Husband? Why is the blood of the beasts being kept?" — Ewelina then decided to ask as the sight of overflowing red in huge bowls was found during their stroll.

"... Superstition. Did you notice the cracks on the rock we sat?" — Seeing how she nodded, Aslak proceeded to explain. — "We say it’s the Altar because the Leader’s seats stand there and also because it’s the mouth of the Earth. We let the blood clot for a few tens of hours... Supposedly because it needs to breathe out what is not pure from the hunt and then we pour it on the rock we sat. The cracks will lead the clotted red into the Earth’s mouth and it will finish to bless our feast."

"... Goodness... That is unexpected."

"You don’t like it?" — To her soft voice, the man inquired.

"I find it interesting. Husband’s roots in these lands are interesting to learn." — Standing before the bowls of blood, Ewelina honestly stated. Crouching to look at its hue with the mentioned interest as she had not seen such an amount of red before... All together.

He followed her motion, always reluctant to lose the touch of their hands. More so after hearing her curiosity.

"..."

"It’s a truly darkened red..." — She added, intrigued by it’s texture that she would not try even if curious.

The man observed his wife’s gentle profile and the eyes quickly moved to look around them... solely to take her visage and lead it into his for a kiss he has been yearning to steal could be done now.

"m...n~" — Ewelina puffed, surprised yet easily entranced by the smooth slide of his moist into her mouth.

"ha... Fatædi. Your damn stroll ended. Come do the one I ache." — Another kiss but more fierce this time was given to his wife. Cutting it halfway to raise from the ground along her and proceed to lead Ewelina to that tent he had made sure would grant the needed privacy for the couple.

"ah... Where are we going?"

"Follow me."

"... Are you upset?"

"... Wasn’t it you?"

"I am not..."

"Then come."

Determination was owned by his feet as with a thoughtful pace the man guided his fated lung to the wide tent of a Head. Making her steps forcefully go inside as his hand lifted the leather curtain.

"! uh-Umh, Husband we shouldn’t–"

"It’s fine. *smooch* no one will bother us here."

"huff... But it is not our tent..."

"It is. We are Heads of this village too, Ewelina." — Aslak proudly said into her lips as the hands that carefully held her head up to meet his kisses moved, greedy to feel his woman’s skin. — "No one will enter. I promise *peck* I promise, Fatædi... *li~ck* Let me touch you. Hm?"

"Mm... hm~n...You are already– ah... Hus–Aslak, wait~ mh Don’t."

The hand of the man went down her abdomen, planning to irrupt into her pants as his other hand wrapped around her preventing any resistance from his wife.

"fuuh... Why, Fatædi... Your entrance...*smoo~ch* I have to touch so we can join." — Kissing the neck of the weak woman, as her little strength held his hand from sliding somewhere dangerous, Aslak enjoyed her soft puffs on his ear. Heated and desirable. Even willing to heed her request to wait.

"Aslak... We cannot..."

"Ewelina."

"mh~!" — The bite that followed her name made her hands clutch his forearm delighted by the controlled pain on her nape the man gave to make it pleasant.

"No one will come. I told Otrur I wanted privacy and no one can enter if the Heads don’t allow it."

"?... You told...?"

"I didn’t say for what."

"... He still will know..." — Ewelina’s expression became truly troubled as she learnt his manners to find privacy.

"... Are you upset?"

"I am not... I am... I am ashamed..." — Her trembling voice came out to tell the man, who had straightened to carefully pull her curls away from her temple to listen attentive. — "I am sorry, spouse of mine... I-It truly..."

’It’s disgraceful...’

Leaning on the man’s chest her hands covered her visage out of embarrassment, growing red the more she understood how others were aware of the passionate couple’s intimacy.

"Sigh... Darn woman."

The chin of the man ultimately came to rest on her curled crown, sighing deeply as his limbs simply surrounded her figure.