Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 143: Scene CXLIII

’Uff! This man!’ — Managing to stop her stammer, Ewelina’s feet grasped the ground properly. Turning immediately to glare at her spouse. — "Aslak! You savage man–!"

"Why do you fight my grasp."

"!? Release me, this moment!"

"No."

"?! Aslak! Lower me!"

"No. Or you’ll want to escape."

"Ouf! Savage man!" — Fighting the strength of her spouse, Ewelina pushed him gracefully while his arms squeezed her up his body, preventing much of the woman’s movement, although measured so no harm would be dealt on his wife’s waist. — "Nnnnh! Gosh! Truly, you are impossible!"

"!... Fatædi, stop frowning. Don’t be upset." — As if again he was giving orders, Aslak coldly spoke to the furious wife, shaking her so her fight would end.

"... Is that another order?" — Halting the effortless struggle she glared.

"... No."

"....."

Holding the other’s gaze once more, both scowled, tense by the conflict. And eventually, it was Ewelina who bit the inner side of her lip at the determined amber looking straight into her eyes... that spoke for a conversation to begin.

"I dislike... how husband has introduced me to his majesty... I did not know you were close by the way you referred to him, nonetheless..."

"We’re not close. He’s annoying."

"Husband, you are not listening..."

"... I am. You disliked how I introduced you."

"..... Therefore?"

"......... Don’t be upset." — Bothered by the ignorance, Aslak said. Noticing the instant deepen of her frown to then tell more. — "Fatædi, I’ll introduce you properly next time. Right now, I just wanted to be on our own."

"... This attitude you demonstrated is not proper in an Archduke."

"... I understand."

"... It is good his majesty is your cousin. For between family comprehension is reasonable."

"I don’t need his comprehension."

"Spouse."

"... Fatædi you’re so fierce..." — Smirking as he felt that even within her upset visage there was a rage softening the more they talked. Aslak grinned at the woman locked in his arms — "Those glares you keep giving me... it’s nice."

"?? How is my anger nice? You are simply mocking your wife’s struggle now."

"No. Ewelina... you being fierce, I like it."

"....."

"Become fierce before others so they’ll know no simple woman is wedded to me. Sortnafeigr is becoming part of you." — Slowly lowering her so Ewelina’s feet would reach the ground, Aslak came to hold her visage as the wife became tamer. Lastly telling with honesty a praise that would melt any anger within herself. — "I’m proud. Wife. I swear for my lands."

"... husband... likes it?"

"Aie... I do." — Fond of the loveliness her eyes looked at him with, Aslak felt overwhelmed to finally say more... more of those words that she liked, wishing to include some she has been waiting to hear. — "Ewelina... as my Fatædi... you are..."

"... Yes...?" 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"You are the seed of–"

*Knock knock*

"Tsk! Fucking roots you have!! What is it!?"

"!!? Aslak...!"

Yet the interruption broke the peace he had gained. Turning enraged to roar at the man outside their door.

"... I apologise, your Grace. I solely wished to inform you that I am to take my leave as there was or is no need for my presence. I shall gather the men. Do summon me if anything–"

"Just leave, Kir... sigh..."

"Ai. May you rest well, my lords."

"....."

The couple stood quiet to the interruption of their loyal server. The man, discouraged as he felt the right time had been lost because of the frustrated outburst, while the female gently giggled inside because the sight of Aslak’s annoyed profile, visibly conflicted on how to return to the fine ambience the wedded had, provoked amusement in Ewelina.

Hence, it was she who would retrieve the tenderness. Affectionately... loving...

*Peck*... Taking the hand he had slightly lowered from her cheek, Ewelina laid a soft kiss on its palm. Earning the man’s attention.

"....."

*Shift*... *Kiss*... Moving closer to the spouse her feet stood on the tip of her toes, solely to reach the cheek of her man and leave another tender seal.

"... Lose that frown... do not be upset..." — Warmly the woman’s tone lulled Aslak back to calmness, him cuddling to her hand to flare the amber hues passionately on his female.

"You say the same I did..."

"Does it work on you?"

"... No."

"!?"

Pulling her, squeezing Ewelina against his body this time more provocative... the man snickered. Joyful of the feel of her breasts and the bottom he went to grab, clutching it so she would flinch once more in his embrace.

"Fatædi’s affection does."

"Aslak...*smooch*... dear spouse..."

"My woman... we are finally in private... these kisses, I want them to lick your taste... *lick* from your mouth... *peck* your neck... *su~ck* haa... your breasts, Ewelina."

"Mnh... are we... not supposed to rest?"

"... We are... I’ll ask for a bath. You’ll soak with me. Naked in it... *smooch* then we’ll sleep... and I want no excuses later."

"fuh... What excuses?"

"That you can’t keep up... You must know that even though we hid to do it... it never was enough. My wife."

*******

Sounds of slow calm water filled the silent bathroom the chamber possessed. Where a couple soaked tranquil, after being shown the hospitality of the king to a married cousin.

Yet from one side of the squared bath on a wide floor, seating comfortably as if owning the space, Aslak watched the side across him, amassing displeasure while the woman failed to avoid his stare.

"I can’t believe you. Darn woman."

"... We are soaking together."

"You know I didn’t mean this way. Why are you testing my patience."

"..... Husband threatened with excruciating my energy out. This is merely a measure to ensure I am to endure your... vitality."

"I don’t like it."

"....."

"Come here."

"... As I said it is to ensure... !?"

*Splash.. Slosh...* — At the woman’s reluctance, the sound of the water echoed, forcing her to face the man properly as he stood from his place to swim his way to the woman.

"Umh... no. Aslak... wait."

"I don’t want to soak like that."

"Yet I..."

"Don’t try to run away."

Cornering her so she would not escape his wishes, Aslak locked her against the wall her back leaned on with his wide frame... while her body moved to protect a sight her husband was too accustomed to.

Rising, looming over her embarrassed figure, the spouse took one of the hands covering her chest, drawing it away as he leaned to mutter a thrilling threat.

"... Don’t start covering now. It makes me angry, Ewelina."

"I... I do not know the reason yet... bathing with husband, it has been a long time and I..."

"That’s why. Let me see my woman’s body. I like touching it with the water..."

"Gasp! Ah, Aslak do not-"

"No." — Smoothly, he had moved Ewelina so her seat would be his lap, and to her manifestation, the arm that had her prisoner tightened around her stomach. Confessing to her ear the motives of his like. — "Since you’re slippery, I can squeeze you against me as much as I want... don’t resist, Fatædi... You against my skin on the water. That’s what I want when soaking together."