Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 135: Scene CXXXV

"Gasp... Master’s wife is sleeping?"

"She is... Want to see?"

"! Yes... let Nu see...!" — As if keeping a secret, the child whispered. While the man lowered the fuming Ewelina, forcing her to feign slumber in front of an innocent Nu. — "Ah... Master’s wife... so pretty..."

"... She’s mine."

"! Let Nu watch pretty sleeping Master’s wife...!" — Unhappy by quickly being deprived of the sight, Nu stomped on the ground. Keeping the whispers so her Master’s wife would not wake up.

"No. You’re loud." — Placing his hand on the ear of the woman, he then added. — "If you wake her up she’ll be upset, kid."

"!? Master’s wife is kind. Master’s wife doesn’t get upset at Nu...!"

"Cause you’ve not woken her up yet, stupid kid–!"

’Do not talk like that to her!’ — Furious, a pinch on the man was given, only making his brow raise to the prickle.

"Nu has woken up Master’s wife before...!"

"... When."

"The first time Nu met Master’s wife, Nu woke her up...! Master’s wife is always gentle!"

’Fufu, oh, sweet Nu...’ — Glad at the unstoppable retorts from the child, Ewelina giggled to herself. Yet permitting the spouse to notice, the one upset was now Aslak.

"Alright. Get lost kid. You’re too loud." — He growled, glaring at an innocent youth.

"ah! Come back with master’s wife!" — Furious the child yelled. Displeased to see them walk away to enter their tent that this time was more elaborate than those simple ones they would raise every once in a while during their journey.

The entrance was crossed soon after and their discussion commenced instantly to the glare of the woman.

"I cannot believe you. Let me down this moment!"

"No."

"Ouf! Impossible man! How could you make me participate in this childish farse?!" — Finally released she walked back, becoming dejected as she was to say more. — "... What will your people think of this wife now... "

"Our people."

"Goodness, Aslak! You are so! So...!" — Meeting the nonchalant expression containing entertainment, Ewelina trembled, with a loss of words. — "So inconsiderate! Selfish!"

"Heh."

"? Husband... you laugh?"

"In the end you never really insult me, woman. Are you honestly upset?" — Coming near with ominous steps yet with clear enthusiasm, Aslak gloomed over the woman. Receiving a response he would continue to pressure with the help of a sly hand.

"I am."

"Are you? Truly?"

"... I-I am..." — A stammering little step forward made her hands stop the collision against the man, whose hand wrapped her waist, greedy to stroke it while his other caressed the length of her arm to her shoulder. — "Y-you... continue to speak harshly to Nu... and even made her look at me feign slumber..."

"You bit me."

"You squeezed my rear."

"... You pinched me."

"You impose your wishes on me."

"Damn it, Ewelina. Why oppose everything I say." — Aslak groaned annoyed, at the relentless conviction of her every retort. Impulsively shaking her so the hands she placed between them were futile.

"nh!"

"You make me angry so easily, woman."

The deep frustration could be felt in his grasp, and even if rough, no harm was dealt to her flesh. The exasperated expression of the spouse, finally made a mischievous smile draw in her clean countenance, causing his scowl to sharpen at the chuckle of her mouthpiece.

"As well as you do to me... solely because you find entertainment in my anger... unfair husband. Have I not warned that you do not want to see true anger in your wife?"

"You have."

"Hm. Then– mh... Aslak!"

"Yet I managed to get the fierceness I enjoy." — Sneaky, his head tilted to reach her cheek, giving kisses on the svelt neck of the unprepared Ewelina. — "That one playful... that later turns heated, wife."

"Hff... husband... you are such a sly man..."

"Do you hate it?"

"..."

"Tsk. Then how to treat you, woman!"

"Uff! I do not hate it! Impatient savage!"

"... Hah... Truly, Fatædi?"

"Nngh~ I-I do not know! Release myself. I am to sleep now." — Sliding from the hold of a happy and relaxed Aslak, her blush was firm testimony of her like for their interactions.

And a satisfied spouse followed her, eager to join the pouting wife who paced through the tent to prepare for her sleep.

"We’re sleeping already?"

"... I-I am, as far as I know." — Looking through the garments displayed for her to use, Ewelina said flustered as she felt him come to stand behind her... leaning on her figure as if distance was forbidden.

"Hrrmm... you’re changing?"

"... I cannot sleep on a clean mattress with these clothes..."

"... Hm... fuhh... why don’t you... stay naked, hm? Fatædi?"

"nh... we should rest tonight, husband..."

"... Can’t we sleep in bare skin? I always do, yet wife doesn’t." — Pressing his body on the back of a shyly heated Ewelina, Aslak whispered to the tender nape under a bushy mane of spirals Inhaling the scent as he spoke to the skin he would kiss in the end. — "Why is that... *peck* hrm?"

How his hand took the trouble to pull apart her mane made the wife tremble as the cold of the night enhanced against his breath on her neck. Then, clenching the piece she had first grabbed to wear, Ewelina exhaled the heavy lust to say with lovely sound the reasons he demanded.

"Usually one would wear garments... yet with a spouse whose hands are impatient... nh! Mm... such is my motive ever since I married you..."

A growing fever escalated with the touch of said hand that traced her hip, pushing it against him so she could feel the passion he wanted her to receive.

"Grrmm... How cautious..." — Glad of her warmth, Aslak mumbled as his mouth tried to eat with soft nibbles on the tasteful shoulder his hand uncovered. Making her shiver expectant of the next bite.

".. Haah... cautious... yes..."

"I won’t dress to sleep."

"Haha... that I am aware of." — Turning to meet his gaze, Ewelina softly smiled at a grinning Aslak, whose lips gave a sweet kiss on her cheek while his arms embraced her intensely to suddenly release her... and undress himself to spend the peaceful night in each other’s company.

"Good. Let’s sleep, wife."

"uh...?"

Pacing as if accustomed to the place, his loose shirt was quickly dismissed, peeking back at the flushed wife that admired his toned back still lost in the lust he invoked.

"Change quick. Or I’ll also watch."