Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 130: Scene CXXX

Her hands clenched the cloth working as cover over her chest while her lips were gently taken by the pleased spouse. Until, as satisfied with the woman’s endearment, he raised, still sitting on the edge of a humble mattress, however, helping his hand to massage the numb limbs of the laying Ewelina.

"You really can’t move?"

"... I have no energy... Even keeping my eyes open is a hazard, husband..."

Trying to lift the caressed leg, she said, failing to do so.

"... It’s dangerous if you can’t move."

"... Dangerous husband’s hand is."

"Haha... I’m honest, Fatædi. We are to enter Hœttr Hills. If beasts attack, you will fall back."

"... I am aware..." — Continuing to feel his hand touch over her leg, Ewelina granted reason to his sayings. Slightly blushed by the chuckle, Aslak softly let out. — "What to do?... W-we should have stopped..."

"But I didn’t want to."

"Goodness..."

"Fatædi, to be honest, I still want to...–? You cover your lips now?" — Feeling playful, Aslak had slowly leaned over the woman. Eventually unable to graze her lips as her fingers became their shield.

"... Husband will become eager again... It will do no good." — Embarrassed, Ewelina mumbled to the fierce stare, lightly frowning, upset and pouting of her spouse.

"..."

"..."

The man raised again. Holding onto the tense silence, his threatening glare also deepened. Causing shyness from the wife, who looked at him cautiously, provoking the fidgeting of the still woman, ignorant of his next actions.

"Dismiss the hands, Ewelina."

"... No... i-it will do no good..."

"You prefer this?"

"!? Aslak!" — Jumping to the sudden pull of the thin cover, she could not move properly to retrieve it. Turning on her side as some other movement would make her body ache further. — "Inconsiderate man! Return the sheet immediately!"

"What will your hands cover now? You’ll have to decide, or I’ll kiss wherever they are missing."

"!?! Cunning man!... You even enjoy this barbarity against me..."

"Grrm~ Fatædi..." — Tracing with the peak of his nose the smooth surface of her arm to her shoulder, a light peck was sealed on her skin. Going up to the cheek, she uselessly tried to hide in manifestation. — "I want to lick you whenever you frown..."

"Nh... Do not say lick..."

"Kiss."

"mn... Husband... I cannot..." — Watching him look over her figure, Ewelina weakly groaned at the push his hand gave to her stomach. Making her turn to lay once more on her back while the man settled over her body, smirking from his own mischief.

"Solely kisses...*smooch* if wife can’t move, only kisses..."

"Mmph... your hands..."

"And caresses... *peck* I swear, Fatædi." — Instantly deceitful as his skin was exposed, losing the shirt so her skin would touch his, Aslak continued to show lovely affection.

"No... husband..." — Dazed, she faintly whispered, shivering and fidgeting, excited by the sticky feel of his skin on her breasts and soft abdomen.

"It’s to keep you warm... *bite* I swear, Fatædi..."

As much as his passion was palpable, his pledges were honoured even though his affection would not cease.

The heat of his body warmed up the numb body of his drowsy wife, handling her carefully and tenderly until the hunger of his stomach halted his strokes.

Although only after fighting it as reluctance to lose her touch was stronger.

"mh... haha... husband~"

"... No."

*gro~wl~*

"Husband... let us feed our stomachs. What to do, we shall decide as we have our meal. Hm?"

Such a sweet voice inflicted more trouble in his scowl, and nonetheless, Aslak agreed after giving a whining kiss. Moving solely to get the food he especially brought for the two so they could enjoy it where she was to remain lying.

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"We’re staying another night?"

"Yes."

"... Your grace, I have to ask why. The weather will become awry sooner or later. We should take advantage now."

"I decided. We should let the men rest since what’s inside is unknown." — Glaring his instruction to the constable, Aslak gave a definite order to one who had noticed hints of affection in a bit of the skin his shirt permitted to see. — "... Don’t ask anything more."

"... Aie~" — Resigned to the man he served, Kir waved his hand as he went away, back inside the granite tower to the upper room where the woman stayed.

Men celebrated the time granted to gain energy so better fights could be earned within the treacherous hills, and the blurry day passed by to Ewelina, whose hold would not be lost by an affectionate savage that still enjoyed simple moments if he could inhale her tenderness.

The sleep he would not grant properly the night before was recovered, and yet, her muscle aches lasted until another morning arrived, although permitting movement she could not summon the day before.

"Beast... Your limits ought to change, husband." — While dressing in the same clothes, Ewelina reproached her spouse, knowing that if not for the circumstances, she would endure his caresses as fault also resided in her who wanted him as much.

"No."

"... Impossible beast."

"Beasts do have no limits." — Malicious, Aslak retorted, laying behind her, proud of the word Ewelina described him as. Sliding his hand over her abdomen to lessen her trouble. — "Fatædi... dress later."

"... No. Not when a beast without boundaries is near."

"Sigh... darn woman. Weeks will pass inside the hills, and this won’t be possible."

"Restrain you shall learn then."

"Ewelina."

"....."

"..."

"... Glare at your wife as much as you like, husband. Yet it will not change that your restrain will be good for my body."

"... Until we leave the hills."

"....... U-until we leave the hills..."

Deciding to become sweet as his threat shook her determination to be strict, Ewelina blushed, dismissing the frown from the spouse that left his rest to lay a kiss on her cheek as his time to dress came.

"Until we leave those darn hills..." — Pleased he left her side to also get dressed. Caressing her arm that always wore his gift.

Linking their fingers together, both left hand in hand, the small room that granted great pleasures.

Her light stammer made the man hold her stronger, yet bewildered; the lower of her head proceeded to give a whisper only Aslak would hear, asking permission while forgetting the severity she had wished to portray while walking alongside him.

"Umh... L-let me support myself on you... it appears I..."

"I know, Fatædi." — Feeling nice to the similarity to a cuddle of her hold, Aslak gently told Ewelina, kissing her curly crown to add. — "I’m sorry..."

"..."

The fuzziness of his tame attitude reverberated throughout her core. Granting a wide smile that would show her unique dimple. Lastly, taking advantage of the fact that there was yet to be an eye on them, Ewelina lovingly granted forgiveness.

"Do not be... As much as I reproach you, husband... fault also lies on myself."