Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 158: Scene CLVIII

Easy and taciturn, the man breathed in the presence of the woman in his hold. Relishing in her scent and temperature that he would endure even if his body sweated because of it. For the weight of the woman, was nicely received as he wanted to leisurely feel her near... sense her small body live the time in his arms, listening to the woman’s breathing while light grooming was done out of joyful relaxation.

“...fhh...” — The mild sigh of the spouse grazed with its warmth down her shoulder, slightly making Ewelina stiffen as this moment’s calmness was difficult to accustom to.

"..."

Yet she remained as quiet.. grasping gently the thick arms surrounding her stomach, so he would also feel the embrace being reciprocated.

‘... He appears to like this...’ — Ewelina thought as her hand lightly caressed the arms, also sighing to find the same peace the man possessed. — ‘... lovely barbarian... I am also enjoying this calmness.’

Leaning back so her temple would find a place near his neck, the wife’s hands finally placed over the man’s, inciting Aslak’s edges to faintly lay a graze on her forehead, continuing to silently savour her closeness...

Until Ewelina’s impulsive wish to inquire interrupted their refreshing sedateness.

“.....”

“... was this truly everything husband wished for?”

“... grmm... you have to eat with me like this too.” — Cuddling to his wife, Aslak purred in a sigh, moving his hands so the fingers would intertwine.

“... I did not know husband wanted this.”

“... At Kleifar’s... you said no.”

"..."

Recalling how he had told Ewelina to seat on him back at Kleifar’s feast, Ewelina only smiled. Spellbound by the lengths her mate’s innocent conclusions could be.

“Well... When I say no... you are allowed to ask once more...”

“..... a’ight.”

Resuming the peaceful cuddle, the man smirked, tracing the woman’s skin, deeply glad with the tip of his nose. Causing the delightful tickle on Ewelina, that as it dissolved with the calmness, decided to continue conversing within the dazed state of their circumstances.

“... why did husband wish for this...?”

“......”

“This wild kind of affection husband shows... why did you commence it...?”

The wife’s curiosity was told gently as if a sweet whisper, squeezing the hands of the man lovingly while her visage modestly returned the bestial grazes... inciting a tighter embrace of his arms.

Aslak attentively listened, also drowsy by the effect the simple instance had on his being. Hence... he also pondered...sincerely yet confused as the drowsiness slowed his senses like never before.

“...... I... it’s nice.”

“... why...?”

“... because wife is soft?..... having Fatædi near made me want this...”

“......” 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

Silence engulfed the wife, who closing in pain her lids sighed at the man’s answer. Frustrated... for the lack of words and sense in the man were exasperating. Provoking her thoughts to traduce in a frown.

‘And yet you are not answering what I want you to... brute man...’ — Remaining in his grasp, she had to turn away so her dissatisfaction would not be noticed.

Nonetheless... the man would understand later... the woman had become bitter, although unsure of the reason.

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“Have you found something useful... Selene?” — Dorothea asked the servant, indifferent to her fully exposed body as she soaked in clean waters.

The taller of the siblings serving the Princess stood pitifully at the entrance of the stance, glancing at her little sister Rhea that bathed along the Princess as if a mere doll to play with.

“As it was a feast the King was preparing once the Archduke arrived. Many nobles are already at the palace and the towers meant for guests... Between them... A woman, daughter to the baron who sold the wife to the Archduke is here.”

"What is the name?... The baron is not here? What about the baroness?”

“The name is Dina Orteu. None, the baron nor the baroness is around.”

“...... Bring her to me. She is part of her family, some kind of information she ought to have on this whore.”

“nh! Princess...” — The small moan of the little sister, resounded at the squeeze Dorothea gave to her breast. Scratching it as she took out her anger while washing her servant.

“Ah... it will help them grow... men like bigger breasts.” — Lightly, Dorothea caressed Rhea’s peak, playing with the young and short woman, whose development had been cursed with the ability to exchange her thoughts with an older sibling. — “If I help you like this, you may find a man to enter this place...”

The naughty tease of the Princess stopped only a finger away from the feminity of the servant, whose older sister watched with disgust... while Dorothea played with Rhea’s innocence, solely for slaves were to be used for such entertainments.

“Selene.” — Suddenly, she was called out by the Princess. Receiving her glare as Rhea was pushed aside. — “Why are you still standing there? Bring her to me.”

The stare from below made Selene bow and vacate the stances. Struggling with the rage as the life they lived was undeserved, for even if cursed, a noble bloodline traversed in the siblings.

Yet the capricious princess... with the power her kingdom bestowed had taken the two from their family... bought. Just as the whore the Princess envied for stealing the man she desired.

‘Archduchess... hopefully the wildness of your husband has been absorbed by your character.’ — Selene thought, allowing her sister’s thoughts to also resound in her mind.

‘If it is so, this shame... we could find an end, sister.’

‘Remain unfazed, Rhea. I will free us somehow.’

Hurting inside, Selene told the short Rhea. Hoping to find a way in these evil schemes the Princess was preparing, so her head would be reached in punishment by the Archduke known as unmerciful and she had watched at Dorothea’s orders... understanding his wife could aid their gain of freedom.

‘The man Dorothea wants, who scowled at every being, smiles at his wife... Devotion in a wild beast is to become our chance.’

‘Be careful, Selene...’

Crossing the many high arches making the corridors of a splendid Palace at a falling night, Selene determinately stomped while her bony body felt the bulging tunic float over her thin starving corpse. Glaring at the near tower, where the stepsister of Ewelina would be found.