Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 163: Scene CLXIII

It was this time Ewelina who blankly stared at her spouse... trying to recall if such a story was known to her, for in her last life, at different lands, she did recall the fame of Fjeld... Although never saw how he was to become the kingdom’s next ruler.

“Is that how it is? I was ignorant of such a story...”

“... It’s probably a lie.”

“Uh? How come you believe that, husband?”

“Jollveld told me about it.”

"..."

The eyes of the woman widened, trying to contain her amusement as her spouse told her with stronger dislike.

“I’m sure he made that up so I’d have to wear this place’s clothes. It annoyed me when he said I couldn’t do it since I’m not like the previous Myrkzvers.”

“??? Was His Majesty implying you are not as strong?” — Confused, Ewelina inquired, unable to believe what she was listening to.

“Tsk... He’s who wouldn’t last even wearing a thousand furs at my territory. A claw would kill him instantly. That arse’s a coward.”

“Ha-... haha!” — Turning hastily on her feet so the man would not see her entertainment, Ewelina muffled her own sound. Amused to learn of the childish motives her grumpy spouse had to wear the northern’s luxurious coats and suits. — ‘Oh goodness! So innocent my love! Hahaha!’

Nonetheless, albeit she had attempted to conceal her laughter at the simple reasons behind why Aslak endured using such garments while at the Kingdom’s centre... the man’s eye and ears did not miss her the back of the woman facing him along her muffled silence.

Steadily, he sat up... smirking from their mattress... aware there was laughter she was trying to gulp down.

“... You laugh?”

“m-... n-no. I- I am not....”

Her answer was told still without facing him, and Aslak wishing to witness the truth quickly stood from the mattress he had stayed lying on. Nude as he was accustomed, indifferent to the reprimand he would get for she was not looking his way as he determinately closed onto his wife.

“You’re lying.”

“N-no, I am not... ahem...” — Unaware he was nearing in as if she was his prey Ewelina cleared her throat... Straightening to inhale and compose her expression suppressing her amusement.

“Liar.”

“Gasp!?!”

Jumping to the sudden hold he nicely took of her waist while leaning to tell her, Aslak was now certain there was a pleased smile decorating her visage, happy and intrigued to see more of it.

“You were laughing at me, Fatædi. Tell the truth.”

“w-wah haha! Ah...! Do not, haha... it... It tickles...” — Gently taking his hands away as they had moved causing tickles on her sides... Ewelina turned to face him, quickly retrieving her stares from accidentally placing themselves in his exposed manhood, as she was unable to also place distance between them as the man’s amusement was such that he purposely closed in to get more of the woman’s joyful melody.

“This tickles?”

“Ah hah! No, Aslak– haha! Stop, hahaha!”

“You laughed at me, woman?? hm?”

Pressing on her sides, his nose leaned to imitate the art of his fingers on her neck, making Ewelina step back quickly... arriving at the near furniture he imprisoned her to, solely to cause more playful laughter.

“Aslak, please! Mh! Hahaha! ah! Goodness! haha! Husband I was laughing! I confess! Please, my dear~ hahaha!”

“... ouf... Woman...”

"!?"

"Fuhhh..."

Stopping to her energetic confession Aslak fell entranced by the chant her way to call him provoked... lifting her so she would sit on top of the cupboard, grooming her nape as he held yearnful her figure... going down her chest and stomach, confusing her with the sudden passion his actions entailed in.

“! uh... A-Aslak... husband, wait...”

“You’re not dressed yet...”

“I-...!? Aslak... do not...”

“I want to bite you.”

“Mh...” — Troubled by the hands caressing her figure’s length and the hungry mouth of the man trying to bite her flesh over the silk of her gown, Ewelina watched his head lower, holding onto him by the thick shoulder... stroking the black hair of her husband, who to her touch lifted to flare his amber hues passionate at her. Biting the woman’s wrist as a skilful hand went for the silk down her leg... to pull it away and find the pure skin of his wife’s leg.

"... Ewelina..."

"Uh... a-Aslak..."

The sensual caress his hand gave to her limb enhanced with the heated graze of his fuming puff... which to her stuttering call turned moist by the mouth opening to kiss and bite gently the tender flesh of the woman.

"... d-don’t..." — Flushed, her hand tried to restrain his naughty devour, being chained to stay still by her trembling wrist as the man licked a lengthy part of her inner thigh... Indifferent to her hand trying to stop his head while his fingertips sank possessive of her flesh. — "haa... d-don’t do that..."

Nonchalant his amber looked up at an evidently flustered Ewelina, whose shivers felt delicious to the man provoking the reaction while her continuous polite speech became informal.

Mischievous as well as hungry, Aslak kissed the skin near her feminity, crawling his hand up to squeeze the roundness of her rear as a more audacious bite was about to dig his teeth into Ewelina’s clean skin.

’My woman... so tasty.’ — The man thought to the flavour in his tongue while about to bite her flesh.

*Knock Knock knock!*

"?!"

"Mh! M.mph... !... Haa...!" — To the strong bite caused by the surprise of an interrupting knock, Ewelina muffled her unbearable yell with a quick hand. Glancing down teary-eyed at the man who had unintentionally bitten her vigorously. Whispering with difficulty a sad call for the spouse. — "H-husband... nh...!"

"..."

"Archdukes, the meal with his majesty is soon to be served. Do attend shortly to his call."

"... Alright. We’ll go in a bit." — With a strong tone Aslak declared. Standing already before the woman for he had raised slowly to the sound of the servant.

Near. Holding her by the waist while placed between the legs he had opened. To now whisper tamer to the still hurting Ewelina. — "Sorry Fatædi... I... I didn’t mean to..."

"Mhm... I-I know..." — Nodding profusely while still covering her mouth, the wife granted with lowered head, holding onto his buffy arm that held her protective. — "Fhh... Husband did not mean to..."

The voice of the woman trembled in pain. Taking refuge in the chest and arms of the man whose sound was sad to the sight of emerging tears in his gentle wife’s lids.