Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 134: Scene CXXXIV

As fuzzy was the air of the night to a young couple, the chests filled with the warmth of each other felt numb in the tenderness of a timidly pure yet playful affection, they continued to exchange with tranquil voices.

The barbaric Archduke was back to a tame beast, ready to relish in the fur of his partner and groom her lovingly and wildly for his roots only knew such ways.

His head had stopped resting over the short wife’s crown and Aslak had bent more to feel in his cheek the shape of her damp fur as within himself... a useless doubt emerged... causing his breathing to pause before asking the kind wife enjoying his closeness.

"... Woman."

"Hm?"

"... Can I kiss you?"

"......"

"I want to." — The baffled stare of the woman made him add to his straightforward petition. Nonetheless, within her body a hazardous race had started, making the heat feel stronger in her every vessel as her heartbeats made her chest quiver in the excitement created by the unexpected inquiry the man had uttered.

Moved, Ewelina’s mesmerized gaze became intense. Easily seductive for the fated man.

And so, consequently with the thrilled sensations invading the enamoured woman, the smooth shift of her body while still in his arms was the prelude of an answer.

"What a question to ask... Husband, you shall kiss me... as I also desire it." — Ewelina said to his lips, holding his jaw with delicate hands to end the words with a pleased graze on his edges. — "Why ask permission at this time?"

"... It’s been long. I felt like asking."

"Haha! You are thoughtful when you do not need it, my spouse."

"Grrmm... laugh more." — Going for the kisses he desired, a wide smile was shared by the couple. Him feeling heavenly joyful as the thin arms of his wife locked his neck endearingly so.

Soft smooches, sweet to the ears and passionate to the colliding gasps of breath were exchanged by the spouses. Only to engage deeper in the affection both craved.

"mhph~" — Delighted moan left the woman eventually. Thrilled by the manly hand firmly going up her dress to intrude in the gap on her back. Stroking it once more, this time greedy to dig his fingers in the flesh of the youthful wife. — "nh~ husband~"

"Fhh... Ewelina, I’ll have to feed you well again." — Frowning, he said at their brief separation. — "A tad more and I hold your bare ribs, woman."

"Goodness... Have I lost that much weight?"

"You have. I don’t like it. If you’re this light you won’t last when I take you."

"!? Such is your worry?!"

"It’s true. Wife needs the weight, see?"

"!? Aslak!"

Handling her easily, the man sat Ewelina on his shoulder in one swift motion.

"Even at our wedding feast, you weren’t this light. You have to eat more meat..." — Feeling up her legs over the skirt the man took a moment to ponder. — "Damn.. your legs got stronger... I thought so while cleaning you..."

"!! Mh... A-Aslak do not take advantage... l-lower me..." — Stopping his hand crawling up her dress, Ewelina stuttered to the breath of the man amassing warmth on her thigh.

"... Alright. Yet you said it, Fatædi."

"!"

"Advantage. I can easily take it."

"!... Brute... Barbaric man." — Falling on his arms her legs continued away from the ground, facing the sneering spouse whose hand continued to grope the woman in his arms.

*Smo~och*

"nh... We can go back now."

"Hm~ Selfish too. The hills did not change my spouse, I see."

"Grrmm~ That’s a good thing."

"Haha! Yes... it is indeed." — Giggling at the playful nose of the man that dug in her neck, tickling the young Ewelina, her wide smile illuminated an exhausted visage, forgiving weariness in her body.

The tickles made her legs play in the air, and Aslak moved with her in the tough arms, pleased by the sound of her laughter as well as by having a full grasp of her being.

"Hm? Wait husband, lower me."

"Don’t want to."

"?? Why is that? I am able to walk..."

"Fatædi will try to help the men. I don’t want you to faint into sleep again."

’... Oh... Oh, sweet spouse...’ — Immersed in the scowl her husband glared at her with, Ewelina strongly felt the consideration even in the ruthless tone he often used.

This time it was her nose that graced the proud man. Grooming the side of his face and ear, sealing a kiss on it so its juicy sound would infect the man with as strong a thrill as his care reverberated throughout her core.

"As such is the worry you have... I will not do as I wish and follow your wants, husband. Today we shall fall into sleep properly together."

"... Truly?"

"Yes. Therefore, be at ease as I walk on my own."

"..... You say this so you can walk with your legs? No. I don’t want to."

"Uh?" — To his blunt reply, the eyes of the wife became round. In great disbelief at his reluctance. — "What do you mean you do not want to...?"

"Because I don’t care about others’ eyes. I’ll carry you like this. And I’ll still get what I want."

*******

"Where’s our tent?"

"? It is... !? Is her Grace alright, my lord?"

"She’s asleep. Where is it."

"Oh! It is on that side, my lord!" — The random guard he asked said preoccupied. Watching how the Archdukes walked away in the direction he pointed.

"... Liar... Impossible man." — Hiding her visage in his chest, Ewelina mumbled indignantly to be forced into such a wanton scheme by her spouse.

"Shushhh..." — Malicious he leaned on her forehead to sneer a shush. Aware that the woman would become more grumpy to his teasing. — "Wife doesn’t talk while asleep."

’!! Cunning savage!’ — Already enraged, she grimaced. Opening her mouth to go against the man, biting him over the thin shirt so it would hurt his composure.

"!?"

"hmph–!?!!"

Receiving an instant attack by his hand that squeezed her rear as strongly.

"Stay put."

’Uf! Goodness!! Ouf!! This unfair man!!’ — Biting her lip further infuriated, Ewelina crumbled his shirt. Making him more entertained and expectant of the fierce encounter he would have against a furious Fatædi.

Much more as they would find in their short path a certain child... whose curiosity would serve the man to craft more trouble in the well-mannered wife.

"?! Master!? What’s wrong with Master’s wife!?"

"Not so loud... Don’t you see she’s sleeping?" — With a notorious smirk he told the brakian mainglousse, showcasing his malice with the essence the woman in his hold could distinguish.