Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 175: Scene CLXXV

Pure, brief and soft... Caressed lips were grazed with fair and heavenly fresh love.

"mmh... enough... someone might come and see." — After long tender graces, Ewelina stopped their affection with sad gracefulness.

"... And yet you let me kiss you out here?"

"... I trust that glare my spouse gave the place was to make sure no one saw."

"... Haha... oh woman...?! Oi, come back here." — Chuckling, entertained at the mischievous innocence Ewelina conveyed with an adorable grin, Aslak followed her as she slid away playful from his seeking grasp.

"No~ we should go to our chambers as we were supposed to this time~"

Few steps away she swirled on her feet to wait for the man, unfolding her hand to walk side by side as both smirked pleased by each other’s company.

"!? Husband your cape."

"Hm?"

"It is dirty... must have happened when we fell into the passage..." — Standing behind him Ewelina’s hands commenced to shake the dirt off the dark cloak.

"Leave it."

"No. My husband is an Archduke who will walk in clean garments."

"Khkh, what’s that nonsense."

"You shall not say it is nonsense. A wife is to care about her husband’s appearance."

Commonly, the couple then resumed their walk... talking and becoming playful as a good mood had them in bliss. Starting a race such as those they played while on their travel between the trees during the strolls they used for private escapes. Solely that this time...

"Haha!"

"I’ve got you."

"ha... Husband, let us hurry..." — At one point when the man had reached her, Ewelina whispered as he loomed over her gasping figure.

"... Ou... let’s run, Fatædi..."

"... Yes... Yes, let’s run..."

Both had endured enough after a passionate tangling had to be postponed by the circumstances. The desire of the enamoured archdukes could not be placated by the surprises their lovesome encounter carried. And so, as more playful they became to enjoy their closeness during a stroll...

"I want to feel you already."

"... Me too my dear husband..." — With foreheads leaning on each other, resisting the craving to graze their lips together, the woman and the man sighed impatiently before commencing their race. Meeting each other’s eyes to smirk at the shared desire, and being the wife who took the lead in this seduction held his hand; guiding him with quick steps towards the chambers they could be intimate in.

Bowing politely to the servant outside their room the couple entered joyfully after crossing the palace.

Aslak went inside, calmly taking off the cloak covering him to then turn at the woman who had quietly closed the door and leaned on the closure of it.

"You’ll probably want to bath." — In good mood he said as his collar was opened by unaccustomed hands as the hot weather made him suffocate in thick clothes.

Yet the woman stared with fond smile at his height, walking pacedly to stand before him and place her hands elegantly on the chest of her man.

"... We may bath later... I want my spouse’s groom right now... is it possible, my dear?"

"Grmm, it is... That reminds me there’s a place I bit on my wife that I’ve to take care of..." — Letting himself be seduced by her finesse, Aslak then purred to an expectant Ewelina. Causing her drowsy eyes to open widely. Lifting her so she could not retract her seduction, the man chuckled at her apparent trouble. Moving her immediately to the mattress where he let her fall... climbing her over the mattress as she nervously tried to convince the man otherwise.

"!?! W-wait...! Husband, I had said it is not necessary... t-truly, it does not hurt– kya!?"

"And I said I want to." — Like the sly beast their Household carried in their emblem, Aslak went up his female, with a deep voice hungry of her taste and caresses, sneaking his hand up her skirt to feel the nude flesh of her legs while she protected said skirt from exposing her lower half.

“Even if it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Y-yet...”

“Can’t I, Fatædi?” — The pure question failed to appear innocent with the ferocity the man easily carried in his whole essence. — “... Is it that you’re shy?”

“Uh... y-yes... I... such place is...”

“... Then you shouldn’t look.”

“w-waH!!” 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Turning her so her stomach laid on the mattress, the man raised, kneeling and arranging her legs so they would let him in between.

“H-husbaa~nd?!”

Feeling the hands of the man firmly go up her legs so her round rear would be squeezed, a trembling call was let out by the bewildered wife that within the surprise by his rough decisions, enjoyed the touch of his hands and warmth left on the places he took grasp of.

“Fuhh... my woman’s legs...”

Fully exposed, her lower half tried to resist the spouse’s selfishness, peeking from above her shoulder as anticipating anxiety made Ewelina’s voice quiver at the sight of an excited Aslak looming over her dainty figure.

“A-Aslak...” — Gripping the sheet, her hand shyly tried to cover her mouth in an ambiguous attempt to beg the man caressing her body from behind. — "Do not... be naughty..."

The soft and youthful whisper an excited Ewelina puffed out made the man smirk more allured by the frail sight of a tender wife.

"I won’t." — He said. Moving on top of her so his lips could kiss her ear, while one of his hands remained on her thigh caressing it’s soft length and the other intertwined with that of the woman’s; pressing himself on her back to let her know there was no truth behind his words. — "I swear, Fatædi..."

"! Haa... I do not believe you...~!"

"Fuhhh... *peck* you don’t?"

"nh~ husband..." — Enjoying the little kisses the man gave the back of her neck and back, Ewelina felt how the dress she wore was untied to free her upper body and permit the hand thirsty to touch her flesh to slip inside where he could not a moment ago.

The line of her back was traced by his hand and as she had feared...

"mh~ ah! Do not lick me like that~!"

"Your skin tastes good, Fatædi... can’t help it..." — Keeping her down with his weight, Aslak kissed and licked the tasteful female, purring to the delight the activity and flavour granted. Sly as he went lower, wanting to provoke more shivers in his wife as his nibbles reached the softness of a round rear.