Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 24: Scene XXIV

Coming to stand beside him, their eyes finally met in a brief peek as she also placed her hand on the steed to caress it. Proceeding to answer as indifferently as the man.

"Its character is a fuming one. Yet it lets you stroke it."

"... It seems I am not the only one it allows it to."

His brow lifted in concealed surprise at the wild horse cuddling its head to her.

"Not in the beginning."

"..."

"... I suppose curing its wound served to make it allow this much."

’Hah... So that’s it. Litilmenni’s wound healed faster because of this woman.’ — He smirked. Now aware of why it was that a steed that never permitted anyone to come near its wounds had recovered faster than usual.

Aslak glanced at the woman for a moment, deciding to use this encounter to make fun of her. After all, the brakian child had been meticulous in the letter she intended to send and kept it safe, so her master could read it once at his Homeland.

"... Impressive, Woman. You can cure it, yet not ride it."

Lowering her hand from the horse’s fur, Ewelina turned to face the mocking man.

Completely composed at his malicious comment that was meant to humiliate her lack of skills, the woman demonstrated her own ways to tease with elegance.

"... Yes..." — Pacing, following the tension of their ambience, Ewelina walked slowly and close to him. Intentionally grazing his waist with her fingers as she whispered. — "But... I can ride other beasts..."

Aslak had followed her seductive breeze. Wide-eyed for a moment and grinned, ultimately amused at her answer. Turning to her graze... To watch the back of the woman as she moved away only giving him an indifferent glimpse once reaching another resident of the stables.

"What kind of beast?" — The rush of amusement made him ask with flaring eyes of carnelian hues.

"... I wonder." — She ignored the provocative man. Only to be surprised later for not keeping her eye on him.

Creaaak... — The hands of the man, clasping the wood that kept the mane, locked her between them with the noise of the wood’s scream.

"What... kind of beast. I asked... Wife."

"..."

Feeling the loom of the man on her back, and the closeness of his whisper... Ewelina froze in her place.

Once more, the man was not wearing clothes that suited the temperatures of his lands... yet she could feel it on her back... The heat of his rough body, only leaning closer to pressure for an answer.

"... I do not know." — Ewelina managed to answer. After swallowing the nervous sensation he incited with the nearing of their distance.

"... That I doubt... You seemed sure to know... Tell me. I am curious."

Lowering, he said to her ear. Excited. Since he knew Ewelina referred to him with that provocation.

’A Beast... Woman, what a word you used.’ — Delighted, he thought. Recalling the night that gave them this morning..... Causing him to press himself further into her soft frame as his nose inhaled the fluff of her curly hair.

"! Husband! This is not the place–!"

"You started it. What do I care about the place."

They were finally facing each other. Yet he pushed her in her motion, continuing to lean, pressing against her who uselessly tried to avoid the meeting of their lips. Eventually causing his hand to grab the back of her nape...

"Stop leaning backwards."

"Mph!"

... To push her visage into a seemingly forced kiss.

"... We are in private."

"haa... No, we aren’t." — Trying to push him away she glared with a gasp.

"No one else is here, so we are... Unless you are counting the horses. Which is foolish, Woman."

"... If someone can walk on us... We are not in private."

’... Such bothersome rules...’ — Observing the woman peek at the entrance, Aslak sighed in his thoughts.

"... Woman. Are you finding excuses?"

"What? Excuses?"

"Is it shameful to answer? I only want to know."

"... Know?... Why?... Why does my Husband want to know... What kind of beast I..." — Following his desire to tease her, she also played her cards with the flutter of her lashes... Only that now, it was Ewelina who leaned to press against him while her hands came to lay on his back to slide up his thin cloth as the other went down to disrupt him.

"What kind of beast I can... ’skillfully’ ride on?"

"Fuuh... Don’t play around... Say it."

"... Hmm... I do not know..."

"Say it, Woman. Before I lose my patience."

Feeling how the hand went up his back as the other menaced to reach his bulge, Aslak’s hand came to stop hers from doing so.

"... Hmm... The thing is... Husband. I am upset at that beast."

"... Why is that." — He grimaced at her unexpected words.

"It seems that it doesn’t truly want to be ridden... Not by my thighs... At the very least."

"... Explain."

"..."

Staring directly into his eye, Ewelina kept silent. She could see that the man was the one who was currently upset at her words. Nonetheless, she was not willing to retreat. Even when his essence had become threateningly vicious.

"... Why are you mad? It is I who should be mad, Husband."

"That’s why I am telling you to explain... Wife." — His tone acquired a higher volume, conveying the steady disappearance of his sentence as he mocked Ewelina’s way to address him.

"..... Alright." — Taking once again the distance their position permitted, she granted the Spouse’s demand. — "That beast has no consideration. For it cannot even stay by the side of the woman after ferociously penetrating and inseminating her."

"..."

"... I am not a toy you can fuck and leave after you’re satisfied. Although... what can I expect? What the baron said must be true."

"..."

"It’s understandable. Since you bought me at the price of a useless pigeon."

"..."

"Get off. I don’t want to keep looking at you when you don’t even have something to say."

Pushing his arm away, Ewelina glared intensely at the man. Telling the hurt at his abandonment and at the value she seemed to have to who surrounded her.

Allowing the woman to leave the stables, his gaze never stopped looking the back of hers take more distance until disappearing. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

It was not only the rage in her voice, the things she told or the clear reluctance to keep him entertained that had prevented him from stopping her and had left him in wonder... Instead, it was the crystalline drops that had commenced to invade her lower lids as she spoke... that did not let his hand to force her stay.