Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 172: Scene CLXXII

".. uhm..."

“Mm... fuhhh..... We are going back...” — Aslak sighed his reply at the bewilderment of his wife, deeply satisfied by resting on the neck of the woman... Filling his lungs once again with the warmth of her natural scent. — “But... only for a bit... let me have you like this, Fatædi...”

“~...!”

A marvellous shiver traversed the woman’s back as she felt the lovely and tight caress of her wild spouse, shrinking in his arms as the thrill was exuberantly captivating.

Her hands which did not know how to comply at first gently moved below the cloak he wore, returning the embrace as her nose also inhaled the manliness of his essence, grooming him as delicate as she was. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

“Solely like this... for we should be careful not to be seen...”

“... I brought you here ‘cause we won’t be seen.”

“...”

“Fatædi... isn’t it good you’re small? No one can see you behind me.” — Teasing the woman with truth, a malicious sneer appeared on the Archduke’s corners after Ewelina tried to look past him without avail. — “khkh... it’s fine, see?”

“... I see nothing... Husband is too wide with a cape...”

The pout of the wife was clearly without anger for her sound was tender. Hence, it was at this sight that he felt invited to continue and enjoy this crafted closeness.

A step was given, depriving her of much space between the walls they hid in, and the spouse’s groom resumed, holding onto the wall to his side as if conscious that laying both hands on the sweet woman was dangerous for his passion to endure.

“... I’m still big without it.”

“Ngh... You are... Yet... spouse of mine you will suffocate me if you embrace me this tightly.”

“... I’m your lung. You can’t suffocate.”

“Hahaha~... I do not think such is the way it works, my dear.”

The little giggles of the pure Ewelina warmed the chest of the man further into a daydream, becoming quiet to appreciate the tingles his love evoked. Moved his hand to feel the shape of her hips and fleshy side... resting his chin on her fluffy crown... kissing it lightly, mindlessly lost in the delight.

’Oh... Sweet love...’

His cosy purrs overwhelmed the senses of the female. Loading her with endeared sheepishness, wishful to return the loving caresses with the affection she was able to gift.

"... Husband?"

"Hrgrmm... yes..." — The husky voice of the man provoked further enchantment in Ewelina. However, there was no space for her to demonstrate the love she desired to provide. Therefore...

"Husband..." — In order to separate only slightly, Ewelina’s hand pressed as it tangled with that of his wrapping her in an embrace, whispering to the tame barbarian that glanced curiously at her touch and mesmerizing sound. — "I thank you... I am aware you did not like the king’s invitation... the princess’ too... yet you agreed for my sake."

"..... ’Aslak is my man’... was it?"

"!! Oh goodness... Husband I am serious about my gratitude..."

"You said it so menacingly, Fatædi..." — Entranced he continued to tease, gripping the wall and the woman tighter as excitement emerged. — "Like a roar... it was impressive."

"!... D-do not... someone may see..." — Placing her fingers delicately on the man’s edges wanting to kiss her, Ewelina could not see anything besides the man as she tried to be cautious. Flaring dislike in the vehement spouse that demanded the complete focus of his desired woman. — "!? Ah– Aslak... !?"

Watching the lascivious trace his tongue gave the length of her fingers to bite the fingertips as he growled, bewilderment confused Ewelina. Almost causing the hit of her head against the wall behind her, which the spouse prevented while shaking her closer to his body.

"No one will see."

"..."

"I’ll take their eyes if anyone sees."

"..... Such is... excessive–"

"Kiss me."

"... Y-... You promise... no eye will find us...?" — Seduced into giving in to the ardour, the breathless woman inquired to the determined man looking at her with the complicated tenderness of his threatening amber hues. Hypnotised by the intensity of his glare while faintly... his mouth faintly bit the hand that wanted to caress his manly jaw. — "... You will... hide me...?"

"Aie... I will Fatædi..." — Sighing into the sweet lips of rosy shade, the man grazed her, yearnful of the breath she also was deprived of from the anticipation. — "Resplendent... zeal..."

"..?"

Seeing the confusion to the last rumour he sighed, his smirk leaned for a faint press of their lips, opening hungry of the edges’ softness and taste... devouring Ewelina in playful yet also malicious nibbles. Forbidding her question while slyly making his moisture incite the woman into diving senseless in their inevitable tangle.

"! Hf... Aslak..." — Her hungry hands took the man bringing him closer, provoking the wild one’s hand to hurt while clenching on a thick wall, for the intimacy... was intensely seductive.

"Mhph..." — ’Bloody earth, my woman...!’

Cornering her even more in the hole he found to hide, Aslak made both stammer, certain his other hand should stay clenching to the stone for self-control.

"! Nh~ Aslak... my man~...hngh!?"

"! Unfair Fatædi...!" — Biting her lip out of frustration, careful not to harm her as he accidentally did before, Aslak frowned extremely troubled. Licking the bite to continue their intense kisses, thinking of the words he now understood why instinctively he wanted to hear again.

’Whatever love is, I want yours... I’ll say I love you so you’ll say it again... My zeal amour... my woman...’

*Smooch* *slurp...* *chu..*

Delicious sounds couldn’t be disimulated as the couple enjoyed each other’s taste. His touch around her body and the press of her figure against his tough frame evoked their excitement to materialize with the noticeable hardening of their sensitive bodies.

Gasping, as the air was needed to continue...

Solely that this time the man was far more conscious than the woman, that his crave needed to move the wife somewhere else before taking her thoroughly.

"Bloody earth, Ewelina...! It hurts already... and yet I know I can’t have ya right here."

"..."

The couple’s pants after the man’s separation made the woman fall quiet to his gasping honesty.

Keeping close to him, the accelerated breaths were listened to like a seductive melody, in which she observed the conflict in her spouse’s countenance as the puffs overwhelmed his wide chest, leaning breathlessly onto the charmed wife’s forehead to find some shelter from the hazard.