Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 144: Scene CXLIV

To his statements, Ewelina desisted another attempt to escape. Obliged by the wild affection of her spouse to lean on his wet chest, who waited for her assignment to dig his nose in the wife’s nape... Waiting for her body to lose the tension... so his hands could grope the fragrant sweetness of her hair and curves.

"... fhh..."

The warm exhalation on Ewelina’s shoulder instilled anticipating lust on the wife, who after a while, also allowed her hands to touch the manly arms chaining her to his rough, tough... heated and firm force. Touching the toned limbs as she felt the manly spread-out hands of Aslak stroke her waist, hips and legs, opening them to tease a gap that would not be touched... Maliciously on purpose. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"... Aslak..."

"... What is it, Fatædi..." — Continuing to tease without granting the touch she craved, his thumb pressed on the outlined thigh, caressing it as his teeth nibbled on her shoulder to beastly lick the wet skin until her neck. — "Nhaaa... What is it..."

Facing the man after shivering to the warmth of his tongue, an excited Ewelina took his hand, attempting to lead it lower... to her gap... futilely.

"mph... Aslak..."

"What... do you want...?" — To her begging visage, the Archduke grinned, enticing her so her lips would bite his, starting the tangle he expected from the very beginning.

"... I..." — Becoming aware, it was then that the kind of ferocity the man said he liked emerged. For his teasing frustrated Ewelina, whose craves were ones that would fight her husband’s as bluntly if needed.

Graceful, the flesh of her lips devoured him; who quickly became impatient to taste her more, yet her hand gripped those of his, separating decisively, standing from his lap as he lost focus on locking her to his hold by the divine enticement.

"! Don’t-"

"Stay seated..." — Placing her finger on growling edges, Ewelina’s drowsy gaze looked down at the confused husband, swallowing the saliva her hunger summoned, to then touch her own abdomen with the hand that caressed his lips and seduce the man before her. Forbidding that useless shame she kept most of the time. — "What I want... I know husband desires it too..."

"....."

"Below this place... here, in my feminity... we want to link..."

"... Ewelina..." — Hypnotised by the bony fingers of the woman, going down where he was to prepare her, the expectation to witness the woman’s self-pleasure made his rod steadily stiffen. Causing his body to tense up while the youthful wife gingerly touched her skin so the man would react.

"Hm~? Aslak..."

"Ewelina... touch yourself..." — Licking his lips Aslak ordered in a tone of lustful request. Seating aroused to also please himself at the scene.

However...

"I will not."

His eyes lifted from her lower body, meeting a mischievous grin he had not seen before.

"Woman..."

"I have this here... my spouse’s manly rod..."

*Gulp*

"haa... ah... why use my own fingers... fhh... when I have an obedient husband... *smooch*... Hm?"

Kissing Aslak again, while no word could leave his excited mouth, Ewelina rode him, rooting her bottom to his virility. Mischievous and ecstatic to have him inside. Moving sensually on top of the man who lost against her seduction.

"ahh... lina... haa..."

"Yes..."

"mh... Ewelina..."

*Slurp~*

"haa... yes... Aslak... dear..."

*******

Making his way back to the gates he had left the barbarian guards at his lord’s call, Sir Kir paced with leisure. Looking around the luxurious building the palace’s castle was, already laying sight on a few women that glanced his way.

"Heh..." — Watching the rear of few ones, Kir chuckled, licking his edges at the knowledge he has of those women. — "They aren’t as tight as Sortnafeigr’ women... but good they are for an easy fuck."

"OoOuouuuOh"

Finally arriving at the gates, angered growls those of his people emitted were heard, lifting his brow further up in amusement as he knew the fun had already begun with those that ignore what good behaviour is in the northern lands.

"Ya came to me looking for a fight, and this is all ya got. Northern knight?"

"Savage whore! Khgh... gh!!"

"Hah... maybe your tongue would be better to cut. I bet your cock is too little to rip off."

Seating on a wide knight serving the palace, the peak of Vinka Fahh’s axe stabbed his arm to the ground, watching the man spitting blood from a busted mouth while his broken leg let out the bone and blood from a grotesque wound.

"... Cut his tongue." — Resigned by what was already done, Kir told the savage woman as he came closer.

"Kill him. Impale his head. Up his throat. Bull is all he has to give earth if alive." — Auflulk added, indifferent to the sight.

"Cut his tongue so he won’t spout bull. Kill him... and Myrkzver will cut through our arseholes with his axe."

"... Then we better kill him. I want to fight that Myrkzver." — Yngve declared smirking maliciously at the idea.

"Shit... Fucking savages..."

Those watching mumbled, hesitating to go against them as they had witnessed the effortless victory of a woman.

"... Should we actually kill them all?" — Kir then said. For he heard the men’s coward curses. — "The king has worthless people guarding him. He won’t mind, right?"

"......"

"Khkh I like that. I don’t have skin of northerners." — Vinka said, expectant. Receiving a wicked smile from Kir that would then order differently.

"Cut his tongue and give it to me. I’ll give it to his Grace."

"Ai~ Aie~... Open up. Your tongue will be for now."

"kh! Get off! Crazy whore!!"

"Oh... I’ll cut it slow since ya fell too quick, fat sod. Fight a tad more."

Gruesome screams already invaded the Palace’s grounds at the arrival of the Archduke’s men. Instilling the famous fear for which the barbarians were known, shutting the mouths of many that did not believe the rumours.

"... You don’t behave even in someone else’s home."

"We. You arrived with us, Gilead. By mere chance at that... since it’s your head that should be rotting, going back to earth instead of Sid’s."

"... Again. That’s true."

"... If you don’t want to see, avert the eye." — Crossed-armed, Kir scowled while telling the young guard. Recalling the moment his fellow guard was smashed against a boulder by the smack of a beast’s tail meant to hit Gilead. — "Become stronger, using Sid’s axe... so I can turn you to a pulp without mercy like this, just as he died."

"No need to say it."

"!? GrrroOuuu... Leave my sight. Or your tongue is next." — Observing the entertained Vinka and curious Yngve cut the tongue they initially stabbed to help it out for a cleaner cut, Kir ordered Gilead. Exhaling the furious air in a growl the death of one of his close Jazhara’s tail guard lit, glimpsing at that one again... who would not obey.

"Oi. Are ya deaf?"

"No."

"Why ya still standing there." — Turning to wildly pace Gilead’s way, the look in Kir’s gaze changed to an impatient, more violent one. — "Speak. Gilead. Ya still have a tongue."

"..... If I’m to use Sid’s axe... I’ll learn from those savages he befriended."

Staring blankly at the wild men playing with a bloody tongue, Gilead said without energy. Already feeling remorseful for he knew very well... he did not deserve the deceased Sortnerer’s weapon.