Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 128: Scene CXXVIII

Noon was nearing. Hence the tasks were done in haste. The piece was securely sent with Grey to the Spiked Eye Barbican, and it was as the child and woman went down the narrow stairs that Aslak came across, holding onto a bag with food along the leather with the necessary drink.

"! Master, we have sent word as told! Nu was obedient!!"

"Good. Now go eat and sleep, kid."

"Eh~? Yet it is still early~."

"We will leave tomorrow as soon as there’s sun. Rest as I say."

"Hum~ Alright... since Master says so, Nu will obey." — Glancing at the woman behind, Nu agreed. Nonetheless still having innocent ideas to continue in the kind-hearted wife’s presence. — "Master’s Wife, come eat with Nu~"

"No."

The man’s arm immediately answered, extending it before Ewelina to deny the child’s petition. — "Eat on your own. Wife will eat with me."

"Can Nu join–"

"No."

"Hnn~~gh!! Master is greedy!"

Wishing to throw a tantrum as exhaustion was also making her more difficult to handle, the brakian child became slightly red in shade to the outright rejection. And to the sight, the quiet woman came to aid solely so the child’s mood would not worsen.

"Nu, weariness is apparent in you... do have your meal calmly and sleep."

"Hurm... a’ight..." — In pout, she granted. Glaring at her master only for a brazen moment to then turn and run down the remnant stairs.

The arm of the man only lowered then, and turning to speak to Ewelina as coldly as if an order, a brief exchange of gazes occurred between the spouses.

"Go up." — He said.

Following right behind her as no word came out in response, the steps were climbed again. Yet the grief his detached voice caused instilled turmoil that enhanced in every step she gave.

’Upset... he truly is upset...’

The lower lip of the woman was bitten anxiously, deep in conflict as her heart ached greatly when his behaviour was unlike what she had grown accustomed to.

Once again, her feet took the woman to the narrow room up the tower. Out of distress, she came to stand once more next to the humble wood of the table where they had written a message, only hearing the thud of the bag the man brought along the violent closure of a door behind his steps.

"..."

Drowning stillness shut her lids, searching for the courage to change the ambience and in spontaneous motion, Ewelina’s whirl on her feet decided to confront the spouse... Finding his wide frame already before her, close enough to take a useless step back. Causing the rattle of the table.

"Gasp!?.. Uh-... uhm..."

"..."

"..."

"... Your eyes don’t look at mine." — To the troubled Ewelina, Aslak told so the brown gems would meet his mild amber. — "Are you upset?"

"? I- I am... not..." — Confused, she managed to reply, gaining slight confidence as she started to understand there was a misunderstanding between them. — "W-was it not husband who is upset...? Words... Lately, almost no words are directed to me..."

"Fuuuh... good thing you’re not upset, Fatædi." — The sigh of relief came with the weight of his forehead leaning over her head while his hands softly took her arms so her hands would embrace his wide torso.

Finally meeting her gaze that still wished to know his motives. — "I’ve felt so frustrated... wanting to have you but not able to since those around could notice..."

"... T-that does not explain why you would not talk to me... it caused concern in myself."

"How does it not explain it? Every word we cross is enough to tempt me, woman."

"You are exaggerating..."

"Am not... even now, it’s already difficult." — He said to the light scowl of the woman. — "... Cause I want to hear your voice gasp under me."

"!"

The chill of his dangerously sensual purr went down her spine like a delightful stroke throughout her skin.

"Hrrmm, so much... I held back from touching your flesh so I wouldn’t get madder at the lack of privacy, wife..."

"... I thought you were upset..."

"Not at you." — Aslak instantly said. Taking a moment to appreciate the cheeks flush enough to lick his edges, ready to taste the wanted wife. — "... Not at you..."

"?! W-what are you doing!? Nh~" — To the sudden crouch of the man, Ewelina exclaimed while his hand had already pulled up part of her skirt so his lips could kiss the leg underneath.

"Touching what’s mine." — Aslak declared unbothered, deciding to now lick up her thigh as her bewilderment excited him. — "Tasting what’s mine..."

"hff.. Mm... no..."

"... Yes... *bites* fuuh... Your flesh is so tender, Fatædi... felt like a nightmare how Litilmenni would move you up against me..." — Sneaky like a beast, his hand caressed the delicate leg still bruised from her fall, reaching the round rear that now leaned on a table as he stood so his face came to breathe the heat of her nape...

"hm~"

"Like this..."

"ah..."

Pushing her up to stand and collide against his member, already bulging inside his pants with anticipation, Aslak continued an intent touch. Whispering in her ear things so her hands also could touch him.

"The tower keeper... he’s to sleep below with everyone..." — He first said, inciting the woman with naughty fingers sliding down her expectant gap. — "Hm... I think... this place of yours is quite unfair... Will you be unfair, Fatædi?"

The softening of the man’s voice felt delightful... more so as his middle finger pressed nicely the wet entrance of a thrilled wife. Causing a suffocated gasp to tilt her head, excited by the provocative touch taking her again.

"Aslak..." — Breathless, Ewelina exhaled to his ear, letting her hands wrap around the man, joyful that her beliefs were mistaken and that his warmth could be enjoyed again. Playfully... wildly... as strong as his nature... as passionate as her growing affection.

"Finally, my spouse... our hazard may cease now." — With a graceful smile, her hand led his countenance to sweetly rest her lips in her loved fate. Solely to be raised effortlessly and dropped on the table by the lured man just as thrilled by the situation he thoroughly had arranged to lay in lovesome tangles with the woman.

"It better cease... *smooch* haaah... or these travels will drive me crazy, Ewelina."

"Mh~ I know... Let us find a way, Aslak..."

"Hm? A way, Fatædi...?" — Enjoying the salty scent, buried in her fur as his hands travelled her open legs of the wife, Aslak purred expectant as she also sneaked her hand where his member hid. — "huff... nh what kind..."

"Mh~... A way to have this as often as we can."