Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 119: Scene CXIX

"! Uh... Um..."

Forcefully, the hands he had gently moved to lay on her hips brought her closer to feel the softness of her rear thoroughly as much as he had been unable to since yesterday. Squeezing the round flesh maliciously to lightly push her up against him, Aslak then bent to growl more of his passionate desires for the caresses he had grown accustomed to get easily until a day ago.

"There’s nowhere we can have privacy, Fatædi... And yet you ride my horse that moves you against me like I would if we were in our chambers... *bites...* It’s maddening, wife." — Lastly, taking between his teeth the lip of the hypnotized woman, Aslak confessed. Red by the heat both shared.

"Mmh... I-I know, husband... Yet please calm down." — Already aroused by the manliness her spouse demonstrated by the strong and delicious touch on her bottom, Ewelina requested, gripping the tough arms under a thin cloth that kept bringing her much closer to a man whose armour was dismissed today... Allowing the warmth underneath to reach through the clothes to her chest, unlike yesterday.

"hmn.... C-calm down..." — In a puff, she repeated.

"Grrr... I’ve been trying to, bloody earth. But now you do this, Fatædi..."

"Yes... I-I am sorry, husband... *peck* sorry *peck* yet loosen your grip... A deeper kiss we can do if we are careful now... However..."

"I understand... But let me feel your flesh, woman. I need to feel your body, Fatædi... At least on my hands."

Begging with a yearning gaze, the amber of the man lit intensely. Contradicting the desperate request by showing inside that the decision was already made even before her answer... an answer that was as simple as the start of a soft graze... that quickly escalated into a devouring one the man dived into. Receiving the light push of his wife’s gentle hands that changed fast her opinion after his sly begging, sliding affectionately to hold the short straight hair of the hungry Aslak.

"nnwah... Fatædi... *smooch* your tongue..."

"hff... Mnh..."

*Snort*... *Neigh~*!

"!... *shlurp* hmph haa... Aslak." — Managing to separate even while she wished to taste even more of the wild man, Ewelina whispered solely because she was out of breath at the intensity of their intertwining flesh. Breaking off from the daydream of his touch at the noise of the upset steed hiding them. — "We should-"

"No." — Denying immediately, he turned to pull on the reigns of the unhelpful steed. Making it settle after a little fight with his glare and resuming the deep kisses with his wife along with a warning. — "Don’t end it just because of this. Give me more while we can."

Still holding the reign of Litilmeni, his other hand that took over her body went down to continue to push Ewelina against him by placing his wide hand between the birth of her buttocks over a skirt that stopped the intrusion into an anticipating gap.

’haa... oh love... the more we can...’ — She thought as a strong shiver travelled her whole with a coming kiss. Hardening the buds of her feminity as his moist became chaotic for her lips to keep, for it was a wild devouring of her pink edges he commenced. — ’The more dangerous it becomes!’

*Bites!*

"?!"

"No more."

"Woman...?! You even cut my lip–?!"

"I am sorry! Yet it is also a hazard for myself!"

*NeiiIGh~!!*

"Fatædi?!" — Taking advantage of Litilmenni’s angered manifestations, Aslak called for the woman that slid from his grasp almost tearful. Running away from his side to avoid the growth of desire that could not be granted in these circumstances. — "Damn it, Litilmenni! Stop moving around!"

Enraged and troubled by the unexpected action his sweet wife had done against him, Aslak pulled on the steed’s while also glancing at the back of a fleeing lung that looked back, meeting his bewildered stare completely blushed and with a sorry expression, while her hand hid the pulsating lips that hated themselves for harming the passionate ones of her man.

’! My loved husband... how could I harm your lips! Goodness, how stupid I am!’ — Turning away, Ewelina reprimanded herself at the ache in her heart the sight an impulsive action had provoked. Ultimately feeling remorseful for her doings. — ’A hint of red I have left on my love... When it was I who wished for affection!!’

"... Haaa... Effing woman!..." — Supporting his forehead on the already settled Litilmenni, Aslak frowned, pained by the unfulfilled lust and the complex excitement the unforeseen violence and taste of his own blood instilled. — "Litilmenni you traitor... This name you have fits your damn nature, fucking beast..."

Unforgiving, the man growled at its fur, strongly holding it so the animal would learn his furious frustration for the name he had given to a "mean fellow".

"Don’t get in the way next time. I’m not of ’little manhood’ like you. My woman is only mine to handle." — Menacing, he told the offended horse, reminding it of his name’s other meaning; becoming erratic the moment its reigns were thrown condescendingly as its master glared, licking the little red flowing from his edges, possessive of who had dealt the exciting wound. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

*Snort! Snort~! Neigh~~!!*

Enraged, the steed commenced its tantrum against the Archduke, starting a simple fight of follow and push to receive as much as given by the also upset owner.

"Fucking colt! Come at me again sly he goat!!" — Starting to also collide against it, Aslak roared while also glancing at the way his wife had gone, becoming more annoyed once the sight of her was gone.

"Fucking beast!! You serve your owner like this?! Bloody colt!!"

The brawl continued as both the steed and man were used to although this time more seriously for the matter was the woman both held affection for.

Nonetheless, his constable’s voice soon was heard, roaring the instructions to start a dangerous march that would keep them in alert senses that only once at the granite tower they could rest.

"Gather up, men!! It’s time we move! Take your mounts and hold onto the weapon we are proud of!!! Hunt believes we are the prey... let us feed on them as we go." — Kir’s announcement was. Accompanied by an entertained smirk he failed to hide within his prominence.

The woman that had fled, however, flinched at the sudden impact his reverberating voice invoked.

Her fluster had barely calmed down, and the child attached to her had come to her side to ask with her characteristic innocence, unappreciated questions about the colour and trouble apparent in her demeanour.

"Master’s Wife is indeed odd. First feels hot in this cold. Slightly cries for a yawn. Now jumps at Sir Kir’s admirable tone... Nu does not understand. Nu wonders what goes on in Master’s Wife’s mind!"

"... Ahem... I also do at times, little Nu..."

"??? That is truly odd, Master’s Wife. If Master’s Wife does not know, how will Nu understand!? Difficult! Nu finds this difficult, Master’s Wife!" — Puffing her frustration, the child said in disbelief. Unable to imagine the Archduchess’s meanings as it was a fated and deep feeling that caused the nonsensical words coming from Ewelina’s mouth.

"... Haaa..."

A short moment of silence to stare at the lilac child stomp her frustration out was held by the charmed woman who pondered sincerely on the pureness of Nu’s sayings.

"..."

Lowering her head and tightening her lips in resignment... as she only could agree to the reproach as a sigh left without helping her chest release the heaviness her soul felt.

"... Indeed, Nu... It is difficult... truly..."

— It’s maddening, wife. —

"Truly it is... maddening it is..."