Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 36: Scene XXXVI

"nn... Slowly, husband..."

"I know... Huff..fuu..."

As he lowered her on his firmness, entering her as she heatedly requested, her foot tensed at the sensation. Tightening her bottom’s embrace at the pleasure of also being kissed as his warm member came to fill her insides.

"!? ah–!"

Nonetheless, she jumped. Once two reprimanding smacks were felt by his hand while they tried to settle in their bond.

"huf... Woman. Loosen up." — Softly slapping her thigh once more, he demanded. — "Only a bit more..."

"!! mn~... haa..."

Lacing her legs around him, finally linked through her bottom Ewelina unconsciously moved even closer to feel him... Making him feel the resulting moisture from her excitement.

"haa..." — ’She’s... So wet...’

The dampness of her feminity entranced him further into their heat. Provoking the crawl of his knees to press more of himself into her. Pushing her against the wall... and finally start to plunge his member through her. Sharing the trembling pleasure.

"Alright... quick... *slurp*... Let’s do it quick, woman."

Bringing one hand out, he took her by the nape to trace the inside of her mouth as he moved.

"ah... nn~.. yeah."

Fast to his order, her legs tightened around him as the pace made them flinch.

"..!.." — ’Darn it..!’

Flustered, his teeth reacted.

"a~hn!"

’Don’t squeeze me...!’ — Hitting strongly inside her, Aslak bit her more as his hand buried its frustrated fingers on her thigh. Scrapping her flesh in an attempt to open her more, even though she could not take more of him.

"ha... we’re almost there...!"

"fuu.. Hnm~! Yes~..."

Going out smoothly by the Schlick of her entrance, Aslak collided sharply against her. Watching her closely, moving to his impact. Weakly and out of breath.

"a.. ah!... Hus– ha.. Husband~...ah!"

"..!."

Pressing against her, smashing her between the wall and his body as she once more squeezed his waist reluctant to let his shape pull away... He released inside her the seed he held as a man.

"nn~.... Hussband..." — She groaned excitedly at the sensation of his wave.

"huff.. huff... oi..... Don’t doze..." — Aslak mumbled to her ear, grazing it, amazed at the feel of her hair on his face.

"We still need to get to our chamber..."

"mn... But–"

"It’s not over yet, woman. Breathe... I’ll take you there... And we’ll do it again."

"hn~..!"

Still inside her, he moved slowly to tease her. Not intending to leave her insides for long.

*******

Following his Master’s orders, Kir made the remnant men of the Baron prepare their mounds to leave the Sortnafeigr territory, his Lord’s Lands.

Watching closely so the pathetic man would not attempt any stupidity, he kept men of the Jazhara’s Tail Guard to keep an eye on the poltroon excuse of a noble, as he went to get the man’s wife.

Sliding through the drunk men of the guard celebrating and the youthful girl’s dances in the Dining Hall, he came to the secluded spot she remained to seat at.

"... Baroness... Stand and follow me."

"!? W–"

"Don’t make a fuss." — Stroking the knife on his hilt, Kir threatened.

"... Where is Cole?"

"Outside. Quite pissed, if I dare say."

Using sarcasm to make the woman move, Kir grinned. Following behind the woman, stealthfully giving glances to the men that noticed them so they would keep silent at the ongoing duty.

Crossing the gates, he then quickly grabbed the woman’s arm and took her behind the Hall of celebration where the baron forcedly waited for his wife to leave the Spiked Eye Barbican.

Pushing her towards the dishevelled man that was her spouse, Kir spit at the ground, annoyed at the task he was given when a feast was ongoing.

"Cole...?! What–...What’s going on?"

"....."

"Oh...? Talk, Cole. Your wife is curious about your idiocy. Tell the woman. That you tried to blackmail my Lord. Haha!"

"!! Oh God... Cole....."

Slap!

Drinking from the tar-coated mug one of his men gave him, Kir opened his eyes impressed at the sound of the woman’s hand.

"How could you!?? Brainless man! I asked you not to do this!! Sob!"

Sobbing, the woman trembled as her hands tried to reach her distorted countenance. Pale at the results his actions had brought.

"Mnn~! Good slap woman!" — Kir added, indifferent to the woman’s great grief as he finished another gulp of the ale. — "Now... mount the horse and get lost. Good luck on the path to death foolish pair."

Smirking at the woman’s despair, he gestured to make them move on with his orders. And at their slow compliance, the knight went down to their level. As both rested weakly on the muddy ground.

"Are you deaf besides witless?... Get going."

Pointing them with the spare knife he had unsheathed, Kir made the woman stand as the Baron was made to stand by one of the other men’s hands.

"... You guys had your fun while I went to get the woman... Heh. Did he even fight back?"

"Hmph. He did try."

Breaking into laughter, the men commenced moving to make sure the outsiders mounted their lousy beasts. Halting solely by one opposing sentence.

"I’m staying."

"... Oh?" — Turning to see the man that had uttered such idiocy, Kir grinned. — "The unmannered lad... You even got here alive. That’s good, that’s good... But you’re not staying."

Changing his tone, Kir frowned displeased to see again the young guard that had delivered the Archduchess back at the nameless village.

"I am. I will not go back north."

Arrogant, the man re-affirmed his statement. Determined in his stance as he stepped away from the horse he was to ride.

Unfazed by the lad’s attitude. Kir lifted his chin, inspecting the young man’s demeanour. Glancing at the neck he purposely had missed in courtesy for their first encounter and the Madame’s presence.

"... What was the name?" — Sire Kir then asked.

"..... Gilead."

Hesitating at the wild knight’s hues, the lad answered after a pause, trying to assure his voice wouldn’t falter for the man in front of him. This time expelling more unruliness when standing in his birthland.

"Gilead... Well! Gilead. Since you appear so sure you are to stay... Could you explain why that is the case? Because–" — Stretching his hand to one of the men, he drank another gulp of the ale refreshing his throat. — "Phwaa! Because! You see, it’s interesting. After all, back at the village, I didn’t kill you because Her Grace was sick enough from you dragging her around. But today is her wedding for us. Her people... And I kind of want to gift her something memorable."

Pacing confidently to face the young Gilead, the Sire whose barbarity only lost to his Lord by a few heads he had butchered, rested on his forehead to look directly into the reckless guard’s eyes.

"... Your tongue pierced through your head... I think would be suitable."