Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 40: Scene XL

As if naturally, she licked her edges, thirsty as the day had just commenced and bothered by the sensation her lower half continued to emit unintentionally. Continuing to stare at the occupied man inspecting the almost empty containers before him, Ewelina commenced to ponder on the things he had done last night. Those she hadn’t taught or thought of teaching her Husband.

’I wonder... where did he... get the idea to bite my breasts...?’

Guided by the ponder, her hand came to her mounds. Grazing by accident the peak he had played with, feeling a light twinge of sensibility... That came out in a new shape by her throat.

".. m..."

"... You’re awake, woman?"

Turning at her tiny groan, the man showed his front unbothered again. Drinking more of the water he had found at hand.

"... goOd morniNg...?!" — Croaky, her voice greeted the man as she sat, causing blush to invade her at the embarrassment.

"... Your voice sounds odd. Why is that."

Coming to seat on the mattress, Aslak sipped on the water, intrigued by the dishevelled sight and sound of his wife.

Yet lengthy silence was what the man received. And within it, a timid as well as certain thought was told by Ewelina. Who avoided to look his way, upset at his words.

’Do not feign... for you are the culprit, husband.’ — Shrinking as conflict showed on her brows the pink settled on her skin. Which he watched gain shade and yet, indifferent to her reluctance he continued to tell.

"... Your fur... It looks like a bush."

"!"

Pointing at her fluffy hair as he drank more water, he watched the woman lift her hand in a rush, trying to press the voluminous fur her strands had evolved to, without taking his eyes away from the shade on her shoulders... That quietly went down to eventually notice her rosy bosom peeking through the covers she had lost good hold of in her fluster.

At the sight he calmly swallowed the leftover water, leaving it on the floor, stealthily so she wouldn’t notice his loom over her figure. And so his hand could reach the round flesh she was ignorantly flaunting for him to see.

"!!? Husband!" — She jumped at the graze his fingers gave to her peak as they tried to slide under the fur. Covering herself well at his action.

"Why. You hid it badly."

"..."

Grasping more of the thick sheets she covered the most she could, upset at the little tact her Spouse had when conversing.

Yet the sudden pull of her arm made her eyes open widely, as she fell on the mattress because of its force.

"What’s that?"

"W– what?" — Her tongue stuttered once Ewelina saw the fierce grimace of her husband. Along with the fury his wide frame emitted.

"This. Why is this place bruising in your skin, woman."

Looking afraid at the place Aslak pointed, Ewelina blinked confused for a moment. Unable to think of a reason why such colour had raised in her flesh.

’?... When did I get this??... I don’t remember being hit...’ — She initially conceived.

"!?!"

"Speak. Woman." — Squeezing her limb out of fury, Aslak pressed for the answer. Inadvertently granting to her the remembrance of the source with his action.

"... Husband. It was you..."

"I didn’t do this. I would never hit you."

"..... Y–... you... You would never hit me...? husband?" — Stunned at his confidence when saying such relieving thing, Ewelina asked. Moved and hopeful, leaving aside the issue upsetting him while observing his seating frame locking her with the arm over her lying body.

"I wouldn’t. You could die by my hand, woman." — Sincere in his response, his hand holding her limb went to lift it so she could see her bruise again from below. — "So. How did you get this?"

"... As I said... It was you, husband."

"I didn’t do this."

She had hesitated to repeat. And at the rough handling of her body to show the bruise again as he denied it, Ewelina frowned at the harm it dealt. Afraid yet also frustrated to not be believed.

"It was you, Husband!... Unintentionally...! You bruised me... Last night."

"........ I did?"

"When you took me to depart the Hall... You pulled me from my seat... It hurt. Yet I did not say anything..." — Cautious she regained composure to explain to the sceptic man, that observed disturbed at the dark stain he had unintentionally left.

"Leave the sheet." — He then ordered, seemingly on a whim.

"Uh? No..."

"Leave it.

"! Wait... W– why are you–!? No, husband, let go!"

Fighting to keep hold of the sheet, she demanded with a weak and croaky voice. Losing the covers immediately after the man pulled them out of her hands by pure force, to then be observed in her restless nudity by the surveying eyes of her spouse seating beside her, while also restraining her to stay still with the intensity of his silence.

"..... I guess it’s true that I did it..." — He then mumbled. Catching glance of the bruises left on her hip’s sides as a trace of his hands’ hold from last night. And to his reckon, she tried to hide again, reaching the help of one long pillow as embarrassment made her upset at his wild nature.

’Unthoughtful man!’ — Hugging the pillow she thought, hiding her glare from him.

"... Woman. You are too weak."

"Women are usually frail, husband."

Squirming away from him to get the covers again, she informed him firmly as she finally sat on the opposite side of their mattress.

"... Wait. Come here to a moment." — Watching her bend to get the fur he demanded.

"I do not wan–..." — His hand had reached her again and although she had decided not to listen, Ewelina paused her words to reconsider. For the grasp of the brute man was not as hurtful this time.

"... Come here."

Turning in her spot Ewelina ultimately faced the man with precaution.

"No... Come closer. Sit on my lap."

Aslak urged her, sliding his hand to grab her hand instead to lead her. And she followed, gingerly, as curiosity about his soft touch wanted her to discover his intentions.

"You won’t leave the fur?"

"..." — Quiet, she shook her head in denial.

"..... Sit."

Settling in his lap carefully, Ewelina gave nervous glances at the composed man, who had no care for the blatant show of his skin, and took her limb to start questioning.

"This?"

"..."

"Like this?"

"..."

"... How about like this?"

"... What is it that you are asking, Husband?... I... I do not understand your intentions..."

"This much force, does it hurt?" — Slightly squeezing her arm, he asked as she widened her eyes at the serious man whose hand continued to move to learn.

"... It doesn’t..."

"And this much?"

"... It– it doesn’t, husband..." — The woman stammered to tell since light laughter wanted to come out at his pure intentions.

"... Tell me when it hurts."

Deciding for a better way he instructed to the soft woman. Gradually gripping her stronger to know what amount was needed.

"....... ah!" — Taking her hand away, Ewelina cried to the pain.

"That hurts??"

"Yes!"

"Woman, that’s barely any force I used. You cannot be serious."

"It does hurt. Look." — Showing her limb, going back to seat properly on him, Ewelina frowned at his incredulity. — "My skin is already–"

"Red... I see it."

At Aslak’s interruption, Ewelina decided to quietly watch his conflict. Lowering her guard as she pondered about the motive that made him scowl so upset at something without importance in her eyes.