Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 162: Scene CLXII

The sound of the fallen nail woke her as supposed to.

Drowsy from the deep rest she had found on a warm night, Ewelina gasped for air once awoken, noticing that around her, the spouse’s arms still held onto her body. Heavy and close... Keeping her as warm as he kept her all night.

Following her relaxed exhalation, the embrace tightened and right after, the rusty voice of the man filled her ears, clearly awake and clear... unlike her dazed one.

“... Are you alright?” — Lightly, his head peeked at the woman’s visage, concealing his smirk until her umber hues opened enough to allow him to tell his tease. — “You even jumped to the nail.”

“... Husband...” — Blankly she blinked, turning in the mattress to also grasp his torso in a hug. Cuddling more to his wide frame, overjoyed to see his grin as soon as awake. — “It surprised me, husband...”

“... Y-... You arranged that.”

“Mhm... yet I was deeply asleep... I rested so well, my spouse...”

Slightly astonished to see his wife act this bonnily, the heart and chest of Aslak wavered with tasteful tide, unprepared to feel the delight... And yet... He crawled lower to sniff her sweetness, laying brief and many pecks on her visage and edges, loving and moved by her immediate hug.

“fhh... Did you? *peck*... grmm... *smooch* You slept well, hm?”

“nh~! Oh goodness~ hahaha~”

”Truly, my wife?”

Playful both became to his relentless grazes that to her soft laughter stopped... Solely to stare at each other’s pleased expressions.

“...”

“... Did my husband also rest well?” — With delicate fingers Ewelina lovingly asked, stroking the man’s face as she woke up more from the relaxation.

“... I did. I don’t sleep much.”

“... As long as you gain rest...”

“.....”

The gentle smile of his young wife was blankly observed... and continued to be watched as attentively as she spoke once again with dulcet rocky sound.

“... Husband... this stare of yours... I like it...”

“.....”

“W-waking like this... also delights myself...” — Becoming shy to the watchful silence of her spouse, Ewelina stuttered, gaining more colour besides the hot warmth his body was already provoking.

"..."

".. .. ." — ’Nh... He solely stares...’

Aslak’s stare continued, invoking further nervousness in Ewelina who in her bewilderment missed the man’s ongoing sensations that her innocent words had provoked within himself.

Chaotic and reinless that to the brute man were so vast his wild nature had trouble recognising, for his blood rushed along his breathing, leaving him breathless, ignorant of what to reply to the gorgeous purity his wife’s sound and being possessed.

“Uh... umh... sh-should we rise? We have to prepare...” — To the silence that continued Ewelina suggested, feeling embarrassed of her brave attempt at an early hour... however... The grasp of the man did not budge to her draw away.

“... Aslak?... Husband, are you alright?”

His still watch now concerned the kind wife, however, Aslak had no words to answer, for his mind was blankly enjoying the close sight... therefore, it was his body that knew better.

Within the quiet, Ewelina’s back was slowly squeezed more and more, bringing her even closer to being almost smashed against the absorbed man. Becoming troubled as his limb crossed her back’s length reaching the round thigh pressing the woman’s flesh vigorously tender. Ultimately surprising the wife’s distracted gaze peeking at her rear with the desireful lean searching the taste of her moist.

“!?! Husband...?” — She asked leaning backwards still wanting an answer... which Ewelina stopped wanting to hear the moment the troubled passion was discerned in the vivid amber of Aslak’s eyes.

‘Oh... my goodness...’ — Enthralled she gave up. Now letting the man’s lean come closer so their lips would meet... in such frail kisses the woman’s soul resounded thrilled by the exquisite affection the infatuated Aslak was lovingly gifting. — ‘mh... Lovely... lovely man... I forgive this silence, my love... my dear...’

Lost in themselves, slow and frail the kisses continued. Unaware of the time and pace their hearts were taking. Flling their everything with the stir of ardour and intoxicating intimacy a refined graze provided.

With small fidgeting... lovesome caresses... bittersweet taste and soft puffs...

“... fh... when...” — At some space they gave each other, Ewelina whispered, continuing to graze his edges even as she had more to puff out. — “... how to leave the mattress...”

"Haaa... Mph..."

Delighted whiff, amused at her wonderful question came out of Aslak, who faintly kissed her once more before joining her wonder.

“I don’t know Fatædi... how to...” — Granting a tighter kiss, one their bodies aided wishing to fuse while her head was brought to remain grazing his lips, Aslak exhaled troubled. — “I never know how to...”

"mh~ haha..."

Her laugh tickled him and then the soft smaller hands pushed his chest lightly, smiling youthfully to end the wonderful instance as there was still sense in the wife.

“Even if we do not know how... let us force ourselves to... we have been invited to have breakfast with his majesty... Do you recall, my quiet barbarian?”

“... fhaaa... Ewelina, let him eat on alone.”

“No can do. Rise, spouse. The earlier we join him the earlier we may depart his presence.”

Nicely, Ewelina slipped away from Aslak’s grasp. Him watching her sit on the edge of their mattress also sat up on it, staring, resigned to later obey her. Watching how the fingers that had stroked his chest as she drifted tucked her curly hair behind the ears he wanted to nibble while touching its shape and fix its chaos as she stood to prepare.

“...? Husband, are you not dressing?”

“... I’ll do it once you’re ready.”

“Why is that? Are you to stay in the sheets?”

“... Woman, the clothes I’m made to wear here are suffocating. I’ll wear it once we are about to leave.”

Grumpy to follow the North’s dress code, Aslak fell back on the mattress, frowning as his good mood faded to having to assist an unnecessary invitation.

“Husband?”

“What.”

“Once, you told me... you were one who respects others’ customs...” — Contemplating on the spouse’s reluctance, Ewelina conversed with him while choosing the dress she was to wear. Looking at him to ultimately ask. — “Is such the reason you wear the north’s clothing instead of what you often do at Sortnafeigr?”

“... No.”

“Oh... I suppose I had mistaken beliefs...”

“...... I was told it should be done.” — This time, Aslak replied, wishing to at least answer what he did know how to. — “It seems like, whenever the Myrkzver that helped Fjeld win this kingdom’s throne came to the north, people here dared him to wear this place’s clothes... To the point they tried belittling Sortnafeigr’s honour and danger... We have worn it to shut their mouth since then. Even wearing this shit the earth’s strength is within us. They lose breath while fighting in this even when they are used to it... meanwhile, we Sortnerers don’t.”