Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 154: Scene CLIV

Moved by his words, the tender smile of the woman remained and was enhanced in loveliness. Therefore, as the voice of the man had done, hers lowered... as if trying to whisper to the lines grooming her joyfully.

"How endearing a compliment such is..."

"... My fated lung you are."

"Yes... truly... my breath also suffers, yet your affection..."

*kiss*... Lightly kissing the dreamy wife, Aslak listened attentively, pleased by the hands daintily holding his jaw.

"Fills me... warmly and weightless... my lung." — Ending the words so her lips could concentrate on the caress, Ewelina’s lids closed, inhaling the manly essence of her enchanted spouse. Tensing her body up against him as the big and strong hands fondled her frail body, deliciously in an intense reconciliation.

"Haa... don’t cry, my wife..."

"Yes... it is solely relief, my spouse..."

Gently a tear falling from her eye was kissed by the man and soft murmurs continued while no distance was allowed by his affectionate hold. Sharing the warmth even if smothering, both tightly grasping each other’s frame and figure in an adored embrace.

"Truly, Fatædi?"

"Yes... truly..."

His continuous confirmation... troubled the woman, while his words were spoken to the neck where he leaned. Passionately feeling how the vivid respiration, heat, softness and heartbeats of the woman lulled the tame Archduke further into peace.

’This man...’ — Feeling with every bit of her soul the lovely embrace, Ewelina frowned to the confusion... — ’Lovely barbarian... it cannot be that this is a simple act for a simple woman...’

"Ewelina... your heart’s beating fast..."

"Aie... husband’s too..." — Slightly their heads lifted to watch into the other’s eyes. And her hand was placed on the man’s chest... that pulsated even stronger than hers. — ’It cannot be... that this love I have is one-sided...’

"Aie? Khkh, now you’ll talk like Sortnerers?"

"... Does it not suit me?"

"... Nonsense." — Taking a moment to look at the delicate Archduchess in his grasp, Aslak eventually mumbled. Taking her head to kiss her deeply, and later add out of breath. — "You own Sortnafeigr...*smooch*... it suits you."

More kisses. So many, that the man almost stammered trying to gain more deepness in their intertwines.

’haa... I know it is true... it cannot be a mistake...’ — "!? Mh... Aslak, slow down... we can breathe..."

"! ah... yes. Sorry, Fatædi..." — Halting the kisses he cuddled to the woman. Dazed by the intensity of their affection. — "I just... really like licking you."

"nh... not–"

"Not licking. Haha... kissing you, woman."

"..."

The foreheads now simply rested on the other, inhaling and exhaling the comfortable closeness, while air was regained.

’I am sure he loves me too...’ — Fiddling with the embroidery of his coat, Ewelina thought, drowsy. — ’And as I’ve feared...’

"You ignore many things, husband."

"... I do."

"Yes... I also do." — Glad by his certain answer, a youthful smile invaded her visage, making the dimple much noticeable to the man.

"Ngrrm... I want to bite it."

"!? Oh, do not! Haha, stop, husband!"

"Grrrrmm laugh more."

"Hushand~ hahaha!"

*Knock knock*

"Tsk! Who on earth–!?" — Interrupted by the hand of the woman over his roar, Aslak widened his eyes to find an also surprised Ewelina.

"Your Illustrious Grace, your meal has been brought as requested."

After listening to the servant announce the food has arrived. A timid murmur of the woman was let out... To the eyes that also glanced back at the door, returning to meet the wife’s right after.

"... Do not frown...?"

"... I’m not."

"... You are... Haha." — Lightly pushing him, so the food would be brought in, Ewelina smiled at his grin that obediently did as her hand told. Going to the door so the servants could enter.

Severe, the Archduke scowled ordering the servants to hurry, receiving the playful gaze of his wife that softened him immediately while he held the door open.

Turning away, her feet commenced a short stroll around their chambers while Ewelina giggled at the simple man. Easily finding hope again in the fated love.

’He is... too ignorant... so much that if not told or taught... therefore, as I taught how affection is shown...’ — "Why you give it follows..."

Smiling at the wide illuminated sky, Ewelina changed her mind about her steps to conquer her spouse. Leaving behind the wish for him to realise it on his own yet keeping her apprehension about confessing her love first.

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"Ah! Aslak! Aslak! So good, wild man!" — An excited blonde woman moaned while riding a servant whose name was unknown.

"Mph! Princess, haa! Wait–"

*Slap!*

"Shut up. Don’t talk and ruin it~ mmh~! Anh! So hard~ oh Aslak~" — Deluded by her forced illusion, Dorothea pleased herself while using the men she could ride. Always having the Barbaric Archduke in mind while the rod of another entered her. — "My Aslak~ annh! Come!"

"Haa... *pant*... my princess, I–"

"Come! Come inside! Come I said, Aslak~!"

"Mph! Ngh! Princess–"

Muffling the young servant under her, the excited Princess covered his face, moving fast to take his seed, calling the name of the Archduke that had rejected her over and over.

"Haa! Aslak~ Aslak! I’m touching you, my wild warrior! So good! You can come!"

"Mmh! Nnh!"

"Aah~ Aslak~ my warrior~" — Delighted by the seed filling her womb, Dorothea’s blushed visage touched over the white sheet covering the man’s face, kissing where the lips should be and dismissing the smile immediately after noticing the man had lost consciousness.

An indifferent sigh escaped her and raising from his withered member, the Princess covered herself in a robe of golden silk. Pacing unentertained to her doors to request the man to be taken away.

"Knight. Take him away. He’s taking space." — The voluptuous woman said, turning to the female servant she had dismissed to enjoy the flesh’s pleasures. — "And you... bring me the tea to kill the seed."

"As you wish, Princess Dorothea."

"Also... tell me. What has my man been up to? Do you think I will meet him?" — The small servant entered behind the Princess, aware that this last question was to be answered before the requested tea was prepared.

"I have done as the Princess has told. My eye followed the archduke’s whereabouts and although he left the chambers to meet Zaarmideos’ King, the Princess’s man went back there shortly after and has not come out... Selene is guarding their gate so I shall be able to inform our Princess."

"... He has not come out?"

"... Yes."

"Even though he could be fighting the men that think have power?"

"..."

"He is with her. The woman who stole him, isn’t he?"

"..."

"... Bring the tea."