Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 110: Scene CX

Gasping sounds along with soft moans of a heated woman joined the few sighs of a concentrated man that wanted to listen and feel his wife’s flesh as he moved her against his body... could faintly be heard in the dark of a wide marital chamber. Where, thankfully, the woman could feel comfortable, as light would not enable the man to see the great pleasure she was under by his passionate motion.

"!... ah.. Aslak..." — Delicate gasps, sweet in sound left her as she embraced the man, yearnful to feel his sweat against the skin he easily made her show. — ’Goodness... oh love...’

"..n.. more...ah!"

"! Ah... Careful with the claws, Fatædi. Nh!" — Flinching at the scratch on his back the woman kissing his thick neck gave, Aslak shivered, biting her ear as a strong collision was done.

"hm! Nh~! but...!"

"Fuhh! Fatædi."

"You said to- ah! Be fierce. Mh ah.. Ah!"

"Huff... not even a beast I let scratch me."

"nh~... husband~"

"Ah... Ewelina, stop. Fuuh... Stop."

"Ah!?"

Taking the arms of the woman off of his shoulders, pushing her to fall on the furs and holding hostage the hands of the flushed wife whose wonderful curls decorated the skin under restricted arms over her head, the man kneeled tall on the mattress, still linked to her bottom that kept him restless. And only lowered to whisper into her lips the luscious tease he came up with.

"Haaah... So with this face you bite me..."

"mh~ Aslak~" — The greedy legs of the woman moved, wishing to grab his waist as she usually liked. And he flinched to the thirsty wants of her insides, sucking his length to incite the man’s movement.

However, he raised again. Even when excited by her continuous squeeze and fidgety hips, taking the reluctant legs over his arms prohibiting her clasp.

"As much as I like these legs around me... *lick* you shouldn’t enjoy this vengeance."

"! ah. Don’t! Husband my feet, don’t lick it!"

"Why."

Resuming his hips movements, the smirk and profile of the muscly man were visible in the dark of a gracious moon.

"ha. Ah~!"

"You don’t like it? *nibbles* hm?"

"It’s- hm! Mh~m ah... dirty!" — Weak to his continuous collision, her hand grabbed the fur she laid on, desireful of his moist as her other hand came to cover her gaping mouth; unknowingly inciting him further as she bit the fingers she had scratched him with while hazy thoughts went on about the pleasure. — ’Hm~ oh gosh... my womb nh~ it throbs to his naughtiness~ mnh~’

"Haa... not convincing. Look at me." — Bending over her body, her legs folded up her stomach following the man...

"hnnnn~!"

... Causing her to jerk to the tightness it provoked, allowing her to feel the man’s shape strongly inside her.

"n!... Huff, hands off, look at me *li~ck* look at me, Ewelina...!" — Tracing her jaw with a hungry tongue, Aslak pestered the troubled woman who couldn’t breathe from the stimuli meanwhile her hands were again restricted from freedom along her legs.

Eventually becoming as troubled, in exchange for his mischief. — ’shit!...huff...haa... so tight, Fatædi!’

"hn nn... ah.. aslak... Askak!"

"huff, fatædi.. Ah... loosen up..huff!"

"mmnnh~ can’t ah... release me, aslak~"

"No."

"!!. a!.. hn!!!" — Feeling his length move only to go against her, Ewelina’s body could only tense further, trying to escape as she lacked freedom to curl in feline pleasure to the impact.

Her eyes opened to the thrilling feel their linked bodies provided, becoming hazy as more collisions occurred.

"..!..!! Mh!! Aslak!" — Out of breath a whisper of a moan left her as the face of the man before her was observed. Just like he watched. With heated gaze, troubled by the incredible pleasure this revenge was giving the couple.

"haa.. Ah.. Ewelina... listen..."

"noo..! Ah! don’t say that~ ah!"

"but.. Fuhh... uff, woman..." — ’So deliciously wet. Fatædi.’ 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"ah! Ahh!"

The sound of their nether regions moving to receive the other was too apparent over their gasps that the man felt weak, instinctively making his hands crawl up her wrists to intertwine with her fingers...

"Aslak~ nn *slurp* mn~"

... And intrude in her mouth to also tangle their tongues, adding more exciting sounds that Ewelina was now forced to listen as her voice was also restricted by his thorough caresses.

"ha.. Come."

"mh~ no~"

"Come, Haa..."

"!.. Mn!! No~! Ah!?..!?.!..!!" — Moving thoroughly. Making his weight aid his rod’s reach, Aslak made Ewelina’s throat twist unable to moan as the excitement numbed her senses solely to enjoy the pulsating pleasure... extracting the man’s seed with a thirsty entrance that trapped him inside as well as she could.

"!!... Mmph... huff... *slu~rp*... Fuhh... can I stay inside?" — Grinding himself in the woman, Aslak purred to her lips.

"hn... wait, don’t haa... don’t move yet!" — Ewelina desperately requested even out of breath. For her sensible bottom was still reacting to their climax, and yet, even if he was to stay linked to her... — ’I-I feel like I’ll come again~!’

"Grmm... is that a yes?"

"yes! nh... fuuhh just d-don’t move my leg..."

"... Why."

"husband, j-just don’t...huff."

"... You’re not answering..." — Pressing against her, his hand lightly moved her limb to tease.

"nh! Ah! Ha. ah... Aslak~!"

"..... You can get wetter?"

"!!.. Mh..." — Biting her lip ashamed even in ecstasy, the hand still intertwined with his clenched his palm, tearful from blush as her free fingers weakly reached the man’s shoulder to dazedly whisper. — "don’t... say it..."

"... Ewelina?" — His eyes widened as her limb weakly fell along the exhausted shut of her lids.

"..."

The man observed her, noticing the peaceful puff of her breathing that made her nude chest raise with the grasp of air.

"... Fatædi are you asleep?"

"..."

"Hah... this darn woman." — In disbelief Aslak scoffed at the silence of her slumber, and yet...

"... Fatædi... resplendent Fatædi..." — Careful in his motion, Ewelina’s legs were laid down from his restricting arms. Nuzzling her nose and licking the resulting moist from her edges as she softly grumbled to the gain of freedom. — "Who got revenge?"

"nh...."

Raising her from the furs so she would lean on his chest, Aslak moved the woman so she would rest on him. Covering her nudity with the furs she had grabbed within the heat of their tangling. Feeling pleased and frustrated by his loss in the heated battle.

"Sigh... so odd and difficult you are Fatædi." — Cuddling to her fur and body, the spouse breathed in the bitter-sweet sweat from her skin. Always playing with the unique curls he admired from his mate. — "Yet I..."

"..."

"I’m glad you are mine... only mine to take, my lung..." — Drowsy in his speech the man groomed her, caressing the skin he held between his buff arms.

’When to tell her... that calling her Fatædi... means my air will not purify unless near... for she’s rooted to my lungs, so much pulling her nature out would be fateful to my soul.’