Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 38: Scene XXXVIII

Shoving the foot into his chest for Gilead to hold, Kir went back and gave a few last orders.

"Tie him to the horse, open the gate and tell the other walls to open the way so they leave the Archduke’s territory discreetly..... Give only one torch too. Or they will die too quick for my taste."

Quiet, the men bowed to proceed with the given orders aloof to Sire Kir’s attitude after such a scene.

"Go treat that mushroom you got as nose... If I were you I would prefer dying out there. Kir... He’ll make you mop his waste with your tongue now, khkhkh.." — Pacing to heed the Sire’s orders, Sid told Gilead who barely could stand.

"..... we.. We’ll.. see..."

"?! Oi!"

Finally fainting, he realised his forehead was also bleeding as a trace of it lowered his lid watching the four disposable horses taking his old Lord as his leg painted the path he was taken towards.

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Once more, he carried the woman in his arms, striding down the stairs, jumping steps easily to make the length of their move shorter while gaining speed.

Having the woman with her hands still clinging to his neck, he observed how her eyes seemed dizzy from their recent activity. And moaned at every jump he gave down the stairs, making her blush more seductive when impatience already haunted him.

"... I’ll kill you if you doze off, woman..."

"Nnh... I won’t... I promise..." — Innocently, without any impure intention, Ewelina cuddled to her husband, accidentally grazing his nape with the peak of her nose in enticing touch.

A shiver of delightful strike traversed him and tensed his body that desired more of that graze... Although below him.

"...fuh... Could this place be bigger... cursed stone..." — He mumbled exasperated at the neverending path his Castle had become as he went into the halls that soon would let their shared room be seen.

Ignorant of the thoughts of the woman that heard him and this time intentionally grazed him, desireful to kiss the sweaty skin of his neck, with the soft puff of her breath.

’... cursed stone...’ — She whispered in her drowsy mind, grazing a hint of her lip that couldn’t restrain itself entirely.

"!! Don’t."

Lifting her in his arms, Aslak had to stop his steps to kiss Ewelina who unthoughtfully was tempting Aslak with her heat.

"...*smooch*... Fuu... Don’t do that, woman... We are almost there...?"

"... Then hurry..." — Caressing his ear with the hand leaning to kiss him, she avoided his next bite to give him one herself instead. — "Or I’ll doze off..."

Untruthful in her words, Ewelina softly smiled as she teased the man with a light peck who was to answer as he grimaced to her mischief.

"... No. You won’t." — An attempt to bite her again retorted to her playful challenge, failing once more because of her intuitive distance.

The shut of his fangs clacked strongly, awakening the woman’s desire further at his ferocity, wishing for him to let his fangs lay on her skin if he tried to reach her again.

Nonetheless, Aslak had started to walk slowly while the short exchange of their lips occurred. Ultimately taking away the arm that held her legs, lowering her to meet the ground softly as he kissed her. Solely opening one of his eyes to push the door of their marital stances that she had not noticed were so near...

While her waist was still on his palm, he pushed her along himself into the chamber, in a swift movement to close the door behind him.

Their lips kept meeting. Tempting each other. Each inviting the other in clumsy exchange so their heated moist could enter wildly into either of them and share the same moisture.

"Huff... haa..."

"ah..."

"Woman..."

Looking at her, now tilting deeply her head back, resigning from inviting his tongue so he could finally kiss her as she wished, Aslak briefly took a glance at the decorations covering her... as her slim hands grasped his biceps to support the strain in her feet to reach him.

"..."

"?... what is it...?" — Noticing the quiet moment he took, Ewelina inquired trying to reach more height after meeting his saffron shades.

And so... Instinct drove his next steps.

Leaning to help her reach, Aslak pecked her edges a few times, surveying their softness, to later devour them in little nibbles as he moved his nose to taste the feel of her cheek... That one he was to softly scrap with his teeth and gently bite because of her delicious shade and fragrance.

"..ah.." — Her little moan made him peek at her expression while her jaw was lightly bitten.

And craving his teeth further to hear more of those sounds, Aslak’s hands climbed her dress to take it off... Almost by force as he went to taste the bit of her neck that wasn’t covered by the chained necklace.

"Grr.... can’t you take these off? I want to touch you, woman."

"... It’s difficult..." — Aware that she needed help to undress those garments, Ewelina peeked at her back. Troubled by the obstacle she was wearing.

"... Alright. There’s no choice."

"ah...?"

Pulling her closer, he smirked as she looked up at him confused... To then feel the ripping sound of her clothes, making her flinch to the force as her body collided with him while the man tore more of its length apart... to watch the skin underneath turn rosy... Even when the lonesome white light from the orb outside was trying to diffuse it in the dark.

"mh!.. haa.. ah!"

"haha... It’s as if... ngh! I’m thrusting into you, huh?"

"!!...mph..." — Biting her lips at the nice sensation the impact caused when her breasts collided against him... Finally... Ewelina’s flesh was devoid of the fabric covering it.

"... Haah..." — Liking his lips as the dress dropped from her body, Aslak then took off his shoulder pads and the gloves. As well as his blouse that was already soaked on his heated sweat provoked by a great rush.

Making her step back at his walk, as he leaned to kiss her more. Even though he was busy taking off the remnant sleeves to finally free his limbs and grab her visage to properly lick her.

"..haa... Finally... Mh...ph.."

The slurp of his searching tongue almost made her trip on the leftover rags her dress had become. And as he had conveyed, Aslak’s hands commenced going down her neck to touch her. Finding the chained necklace that was torn apart without him even taking the moment to get mad at its existence.

"!!...mm~..husband....*lick*....*smooch*...!"

Enjoying the touch of his desperate hands feel the shape of her shoulders, Ewelina trembled deliciously at the taste. Lowering her head as she sensed the naughty path his palms were taking.

"..haa...ah...!" — Exhaling ecstatic at her peaks being grazed with the rough shin of his hand... as the other went down the line of her spine... She moaned softly, and gasped out of breath as she fell on her back to meet their mattress...

"This place... I hadn’t touched it before... Have I?"

"mhm~..."

Making the hand on her back go lower to lift her thigh as his hand massaged the softness of her breast slowly... Aslak whispered, intrigued intensely by the way it came to harden it’s peak while maintaining the smooth sensation of it as it sweetly took the shape of his hand to fit in it.

"ah~...you haven’t..." — Dazed... Her hands finally found his skin that in the delight of lust had been hard to find... And in content feeling, she repeated. Placing her hand over his.

"...you haven’t..... ah... You haven’t touched there, husband..."