Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 164: Scene CLXIV

"... Does it hurt?" — Softly, he asked.

"J-just slightly..."

"... It’s so red..." — With his thumb Aslak stroked the place his teeth had mercilessly bitten, leaning to groom the cheek and lightly kiss the lips of a teary Ewelina. Lowering his head again to lick the place tenderly in guilt. — "nhaa... I’m sorry... *licks* I’m sorry it hurts..."

"A-Aslak... d-do not... we have to–"

"Aie. I know... Get dressed, Fatædi... I’ll lick it to heal later." — Standing back up, kissing her forehead, his hands could not resist giving a tight grip on the helpless woman’s hips. Already aroused by tasting again the flavour of his wife. Releasing her to also get dressed as they were to attend the king’s invitation.

"... Y-you don’t-... You do not need to lick it..."

"I want to." — Certain he said while putting on the pants he had thrown. Facing her as his hands closed it around his waist, looking at her with a growing grin as she covered the exposed legs he peeked with lust at. — "... You’re not dressing?"

"... I-I am." — Biting her inner lip as the manliness of her spouse kept seducing her enamoured heart, Ewelina tried to answer coldly. Having trouble while jumping down the furniture he had raised her to sit on. Moving quickly to change her garments while an entertained and charmed Aslak also put on the stuffy coat he was to wear.

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"Tell him we’re here." — At the doors of the palace’s dining hall, Aslak ordered the guards attending it. Causing Ewelina’s eyes to roll at his ruthless and unmannered tone. That one she knew the loved man would not change while speaking to other people.

’... Solely I hope wisdom will aid me to support my spouse...’ — Ultimately Ewelina thought, waiting for the men to open the doors while holding onto the hand of the husband that persisted on taking it whenever they were to walk together.

"His majesty is to arrive in a moment. Here milords. Take a seat in the meantime. Mead was prepared to offer his illustrious grace."

"Bring bread too."

"Immediately, Archduke Myrkzver."

"... You’re not seating with me?" — After waiting for the servant to leave, Aslak then asked the graceful Ewelina. Whose pure eyes looked at him intrigued, for the seat she had taken was right next to his.

"I am sitting with you... However, not like yesterday."

"... He’s not here yet." — The man said as he sat to her side, leaning to tell his wants in a severe expression.

"Hahaha, dear husband, do not be mischievous now. After eating with his majesty our schedule will be free of engagements... patience, my spouse."

Sweetly to the man becoming naughty, Ewelina leaned to take his cheek and grant an allowed graze. Making his smile appear glad of her affection and expectant of finishing the early meal to enjoy each other’s company.

"Grmm... I don’t have much of that..."

"You do, savage man." — Giggling inwardly as she avoided the playful nose of the man, the frisky youth of her body reverberated with the pleasant exchange. Keeping him to his seat with a graceful hand that stopped his lean from doing more of his beastly grooming. — "My husband is patient even if he does not know it."

"Hm. Perhaps I am."

"Haha, you are."

"... It runs out quick, however." — To her lovely chuckle, Aslak mumbled, staring into the woman’s eyes profoundly and dangerously... to then hold her visage with a firm hand...

"??"

"Truly quick."

Stealing a deep kiss from his enchanting mate.

"!? Mph..! Ha Aslak–.. Nh."

"Hmph... Ewelina..."

The unexpected graze took the woman by surprise.

The hand that had restrained him to his seat was useless against his eagerness and even as he stood from his chair to enjoy the tangle thoroughly, his hand came to hold her flustered fingers... keeping her touch to his chest while his greedy taste intruded into Ewelina’s edges.

"Fhh... *smooch*... We should just leave... *peck* Jollveld will take forever to arrive."

"Husband... haah... I had naive beliefs I suppose..." — Trying to avoid another steal of her kisses, Ewelina told the man, just as heated as his passionate works had intended to make her. — "We have only just arrived... we should wait for him to appear at the very least..."

"But I-"

*Doom~*

As he spoke the strong sound of a door opening resounded, pushing instinctively Ewelina to rise from her seat to place the proper distance her husband would not take on his own to not show the public eye.

"The bread requested has been brought."

"..."

"... Thank you, good lad... Um... May I inquire, is his Majesty aware of our presence at his hall?" — Instead of her glaring husband whose hand clenched in rage at the intrusion of the servant, Ewelina behaved as composed as her heated trouble could manage, preventing her eyes from meeting the spouse’s as she gently conversed with a humble lad.

"Yes, Archduchess. His Majesty is already on his way to meet thee."

"I understand."

"Is there anything else her illustrious grace wishes for me to serve?"

"Oh... No, there is not–"

"Just leave. Now."

"! U-understood... then if you may excuse."

Her lids shut tightly to the rude reply of her husband, only facing him once the servant had departed.

"... Even if upset, such is not a polite way to speak."

"..."

"... He said his majesty is on his way here."

Walking back to the side of the visibly upset spouse, Ewelina’s soft sound attempted to dismiss his frown. Pacing graceful with colourful cheeks to lastly place her hand over that one of his that laid on the back of the grandiose chair he stood next to.

"... We are not completely in privacy, my spouse... I... although I appreciate your every affection... I-it troubles me greatly when you become like this..."

"....... Fatædi hates it."

"?! I do not."

"....."

"Do not say that... What I hate... Is the same as what upsets my husband..." — Moving away as an escape to the shyness honesty provided, Ewelina hid her expression from the man taking again her seat... only letting her back face de man while fiddling with the silverware meticulously placed on the wide table. — "... Being intruded on... husband is not the only one dejected for having to follow good manners."

The mumble of the woman was still clearly heard by the savage Archduke, who moved slyly again while enthralled... leaning to graze her cheek with delighted nose.

"Mh... woman..."

"!!... Mn... Aslak..."

His purr warmly overwhelmed the heart of the timid wife, who lightly turning her eyes... only found the smirking edges of her mischievous man.