Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 140: Scene CXL — A Kingdom... Meet those noble by Title.
A long journey remained.
Nonetheless, the hazard was none compared to that one experienced at the Hœttr Hills.
Their pace through the north of the Kingdom was tranquil and steady. Hence, time for leisure was able to be granted not only for those guarding their lords but for the lords themselves.
"Oi. Don’t go on your own. Weren’t we supposed to take a stroll together?"
"Haha~ I apologize... I did not get the chance to look around when I was sent to our home. This forest looks so different, although the season has not changed much..."
"I’m not talking about that. I’m not holding your hand right now, woman."
"?? Goodness... Aslak, do not tell me you believe we ought to hold hands in our every stroll?"
"... No."
"... Do you believe so?" — Coming back near the frowning man, Ewelina asked once more, hopeful to hear his confirmation as her wild man’s innocence was captivating. — "Hm? Husband?"
"... No." — Aslak’s scowl deepened, bothered by his youthful wife’s persistence. — "I didn’t think so. But I want it. You have a problem with that?"
"... No... I have no problem with an affectionate husband."
"..."
Gingerly taking his hand, Ewelina smiled lovingly, noticing the pleased spirit of the frowning man change as he followed her steps.
Ewelina’s body had recovered the healthy weight she lost in an excruciating journey at a persistent man feeding her and the spouse’s wounds had almost disappeared thanks to her also persistent care.
The times when the couple could stroll around the nature they crossed was now a common activity during their every stop in their journey, for the woman’s interest to witness the territory crossed had convinced the Archduke from leaving the tents the troops would rest at solely to watch over a weak wife.
However...
"Haven’t we walked enough?"
"? Yet... I know there is a small cascade near... Husband, I wish to soak my feet there..."
"It might be farther than you think."
"Mm... Perhaps, you are right..."
"... The river looks deep, you can still soak your feet there."
Suggesting as if it were an order to the pondering woman, Aslak watched Ewelina’s pure eyes look around, protruding her lips adorably while considering his sayings.
"Hurm... yes... I suppose husband is correct."
"I am."
"Hahaha! Alright. I will follow my husband’s advice." — Laughing gently, Ewelina’s smile sent a pleasant throb to Aslak’s heart, making him smile in return, coming closer to change the touch from holding hands to hugging the wife from the waist.
"Good wife."
"Hm? What is it?"
"... Nothing."
The fond stare of the man continued on her, causing doubt at his sayings...
"... I do not think there is nothing..."
"..."
Summoning a contemplating silence that would soon straightforwardly tell his desires.
"Fatædi. I want to have you."
"!? Aslak..." — Surprised, she looked around, saying his name cautiously since the open green was vast for eyes to see.
"It’s been some days... and..."
"??"
"Holding the softness of your body every night isn’t enough. I want to be inside you." — Locking the embarrassed woman in his arms so her body would not escape as her gaze did, Aslak gently yet bluntly told. — "... Oi. Ewelina... I want affection... deeper affection."
Searching the lips of the woman, Aslak smirked the more red she became trying to fruitlessly avoid his edges that ultimately grazed her lips faintly... and yet... such simple graze felt burning. Inciting the wife to receive more of his touch.
"Aslak... *smooch*... What if someone comes?"
"Hrmm... we can hide." — Comfortable with her cautious ways, the spouse’s hands dived in her hair, combing it as he had learned to do, grinning to convince his wife. — "We hide... and I shut your lips... *peck* just like this."
"Mm... I do not know..."
"No one will come."
"..."
"Don’t worry..."
Letting another kiss caress her rosy edges, Ewelina did not truly answer his suggestion.
Inspiring deeply the sweet manliness of the spouse, ultimately feeling more conflicted by her own desires that were as desperate as his.
’How can I not worry...’ — Wrapping her arms around his neck, Ewelina thought while immersed in his strokes. — ’My love... I am more willing than I should...’
Tender pecks resounded in the midst of nature. Superficial, for both wanted to enjoy the pure kisses in the tranquil green of a humble forest.
"nh... let us hide..." — After a while, Ewelina whispered. Expectant of the affection to scale into the deepness he demanded.
"Haha... Over here, Fatædi."
The wide smirk of the man made the woman smile ashamed. And it was with this free stroll that evenings like such continued to occur after the man convinced her once. The two immediately commenced to enjoy the rapture of concealing their tanglings in an open nature. Making their scapes more often... For in the privacy of their tent, the sounds of passion could probably be noticed by those accompanying them.
"Hahaha! Dear, this way~"
"Hah. You want me to catch you? You’ll lose, Fatædi."
"! Do not look down on your wife."
"Small you are."
"!? Aslak!"
"Haha!"
Playful they would become... and as if teaching a different kind of hunt to her husband, Ewelina would be reached by his hand... always... summoning laughter and entertainment as she tried to desist... ultimately being forced by his manly arms to face him.
"Come here. Come here... haha!... Got you."
"! Sigh... Husband is too fast..."
"Grrmm... I want my prize."
Close, they continued to grow more attached to the other and their passion would emerge consequently... as easily...
*pant* *Pant*
"mnh~"
"Haa Ewelina..."
The heat was the only way both souls knew how to demonstrate what their voices could not convey... The man felt pleasant, sure that nothing was missing if he showed his devotion wildly, as ignorant as he was... meanwhile, the woman felt complex... needy to hear from her loved spouse the confession she continues to tell every time he embraces her body.
Nonetheless... there was not enough time for both to talk... and for Ewelina... Aslak’s feelings were not clear... for he was a savage. One who has learned mattress matters from a young wife... and only knew of their fated bond by the sayings of a warlock he doubted.
"... What does... husband think of myself?"
"?... You’re mine."
"No... I am talking about something else..."
"..... You’re resplendent."
"..... Haha... husband is truly a difficult man sometimes..."
Resting on the wide man’s chest, Ewelina once asked during a peaceful night on their journeys.
"Why."
"... You are difficult..."
"... Fatædi. You are sad... Why."
The Archduke managed to understand at the time, wishing to learn her worries. Therefore, his hand comforted his frail wife, looking into her brown eyes to see inside what it was that bothered her peace.
"... It is nothing..."
"..... Don’t be sad. Is it that you’re hungry? Someone said something?"
"Haha... Aslak... Please hug me."
"..... Alright. My lung, don’t be sad..."
Ewelina’s spirit, heart and soul ached greatly to feel his tight embrace. For her worry continued... for her loved spouse would not let out the words she wanted to hear... and the desire that brought her to live one more time in this world characterised by cruelty... did not seem to be fulfilled.
