Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 125: Scene CXXV

Time could not be measured in any sense as fatigue from the excruciating day did not allow the female.

Albeit, her lids opened with difficulty, for even if exhausted and with an aching body, the comfort of the one supporting her rest was nice to her being.

Simply sitting on a tough ground, both closed their lids to rest together, near by his hold, which surprisingly never loosened on the woman. Nevertheless, once awake, her hand had also moved to hold onto him, thankfully over the bandage and somewhere she knew the wound did not reach.

The man appeared peaceful to her touch. Lightly tilting his head so her kind crown would graze the curls against his cheek even if slightly. And so, Ewelina procured to remain still for he could wake if not careful.

’... Aslak... reckless and barbaric man...’ — Breathing in the sight of his resting frown, she contemplated while still dazed from the good rest he could grant. — ’It pains me that harm reached you, my love...’

Stroking delicately the cloth wrapped over the man’s torso, she became sensitive, thinking of the true danger he surpassed. And her brown hues raised once more, unable to keep her hand away from his countenance. Desireful to caress the man and cuddle more to his side as the emotion pushed her with a pulsating heart to demonstrate the love Ewelina dedicated to her wild husband.

’Love... do not be reckless please...’

"..."

"... Also keep yourself away from harm..." — Feeling strongly the trouble pricking the void in her chest, Ewelina’s sweet and youthful choice whispered with hardship to maintain it composed. — "Please... Aslak..."

"..."

"... please..." — ’Please.’

Unable to resist the feelings, too aware of his silence, Ewelina’s head moved to kiss from below the manly jaw. To then stroke it faintly by the fingers that left were to leave his skin... although reluctant.

"... I will."

"..."

"Since you request it this nicely, I will, Fatædi." — The smile of the sly man just as softly whispered to the bashful woman, moving his hands so the intent of escaping in the wife wouldn’t succeed. Taking the delicate hand that was leaving his nape so it would remain and grasp more as he leaned to graze his nose against hers.

"~~~ you were awake?" — Fuzzy her stomach clenched to the fluttery feel of his affection. Closing her eyes to exhale.

"Yeah... I only rest the eyes usually... unless some extraneous tangle occurs with my wife."

"!... Sigh... goodness..." — Unable to feel annoyed by his tease Ewelina groaned with a delicious sensation invading her being. Taking advantage to tell her request once more and seal it with the tad of affection they could engage in. — "... Aslak..."

"Yes, Ewelina."

"Please keep yourself safe even in the danger you accustom to be in... Your wounds ache your wife’s heart..."

"... I said I will... but obey me, woman. Even if it annoys you, Ewelina, do as I say whenever I tell you there’s danger."

"It does not annoy me..."

"Liar." — Grazing her lips, the man smirked, giving small pecks of kisses to comply with the frail tenderness of his fated soul.

"Truly... *smooch*... It does not..." — Feeling dazed, she mumbled, shrinking her limbs to the thrill of his caresses, holding his countenance to admire the man she unknowingly owned. — "I swear..."

"Hrrm... I swear... *smo~och*... No harm will reach you, Fatædi."

The light lift of her body so it could engage more in the strongly desired show of affection made him scrunch his nose to the small prick the injury sent. Forgetting it, solely to drown in her taste while she noticed and yet allowed the lock of their lips for her soul screamed the truth, causing her annoyance.

’I swear, my dear... what annoys me is becoming the burden that harms you... oh love...’

The passionate thoughts traversed into physical intensity. And Ewelina’s legs, as if accustomed, tried to settle... open over the man’s lap. Rolling up the skirt of a dirty dress as the wide and tough fingers of her barbaric spouse firmly caressed the side of her waist and hips while her lips fought the need to stay fixed to his moist.

"hmff... Aslak..."

"... No, Fatædi..."

"mnh... why..."

"We have to leave this place... this tent doesn’t have enough privacy to have you, wife..."

"... Yet I... I can m-muffle any of my sounds..."

"Haaa... darn woman... that’s what I most want to hear."

"....."

"... I’m already growing..." — Pushing her against him, Aslak let the inner side of her thigh feel his length thicken as he exhaled the excitement to her clavicle. Nonetheless...

"It’s infuriating I’m the one saying this, Fatædi... but until I’m sure no one will peek, hear or even... haaa... have a whiff of the scent coming from your gap... I can’t thoroughly take you."

Deeply frustrated, Aslak groaned, still with his hand sinking on the flesh of her rear over the skirt, squeezing her to feel the weight on his member at least while his desire made the teeth want to bite the skin he breathed onto, becoming more aroused since by accident... the peaks of her mounts could be felt even through the dress’s material.

".. mMh..." — She exhaled, entranced. Solely to suddenly be pushed away by the careful motion of the dispirited spouse whose hurtful expression growled at their separation.

"?!"

"Fuh... We better go so that can happen sooner."

Aslak’s declared, standing from the ground to vacate the humble tent in hast. Proceeding accordingly. Leaving behind a surprised Ewelina, who clenched her skirt, aware that the man’s motives were sincere.

The dark of the night was soon to be left behind by the white surpassing the clouds. Unlike the day before of battles, their departure would be earlier as the man, not only by his urges but by the awareness of the time before more creatures ambushed their march.

Hence, while the stench of the skulls was still enough to keep others away that would later lead mouths to its flesh and be consumed, Aslak ordered the resumption of the travel, reminding every head of the troops to keep a good hold of their weapons.

The Archduke walked around, supervising the many under his order in a provisory encampment. Until the time to join his wife was decided, and yet it was intercepted by a pair of innocent eyes that came to find him.

Nervous, timid and sad... still guilty of her unintentional actions against her admired... loved masters.