Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 43: Scene XLIII

"... Fierce?" — Drowsy to the warmth of his breath trespassing the thin silk, Ewelina weakly asked. Finally letting the hands that had come to rest on his shoulders enjoy the feel of his skin.

"... Enough so your throat awakes sore again... Or soundless."

A mischievous smile looked up at her as his hands went down to grab the woman’s buttocks and sink their fingers in that gentle gap between her legs.

"..... fuhh... gulp." — She swallowed in thrill at his enticement.

"Do you think we can do it before the tub arrives, Wife?"

"..... I-... I do not know..."

Heated she had started to gasp while breathing at his touch which made her body fidget impatient.

’Ah... He’s... He’s who is fierce... Inconsiderate... Haah.. Asking such unthoughtful things at this time...’

Ewelina thought as she observed him dig his nose into her softness as the feel of his greedy hands kept testing her control against lust.

"... I don’t know." — She repeated, dazed by his presence.

"... Sit on me and let’s lick for now."

Pulling her legs apart so she would climb on top of him at his assistance, Aslak decided to make good use of the wait.

"!.. not lick..."

"It’s licking... So open the mouth so I can do it."

She was not convinced to do as told. Evading weakly as she was already seated on him... Nonetheless, Ewelina’s hands had a mind of their own.

Touring his arms she rearranged her legs to mount him comfortably and felt more of the toughness of Aslak’s shoulders, unconscious of the lips that lightly opened as he had ordered.

"Touch all you want..." — Aslak told the heated woman. Grasping her rear and thighs to move her in lustful motion as he went to graze her lips.

"...ah..."

The sound of their playful flesh lightly touching in brief kisses soon turned into slurps and frustrated exhalation as the heat of their lower halves heightened to the friction both provoked during their kiss.

Regardless... the knock on the door that was sure to arrive... as expected, cut in their tangles... Yet it only ended after Aslak sucked on the alarmed woman’s edges that instantly wished to escape the deeper kiss at the announcing sound.

"n..!" — Ewelina shivered, totally whithered to his strong yet passionate restrain.

"... nHaa... Alright..." — Lifting her gently, Aslak moved the woman to seat on the edge and whispered as he stood. — "I’ll answer... Don’t let this expression be seen, wife."

Dazed as she was, Ewelina could still comprehend and nodded... Holding her head down as her hand was brought to cover those lips that pulsated in warmth wanting more. Avoiding to look where the servants were to enter. The woman drowned in the numbness lust induced into her body.

"Do it quickly and leave." — Aslak ordered the few servants after wearing his open blouse.

The steps of the servant felt loud to the embarrassed woman and the quick visit became unbearably long to her as she evaded any eye contact.

’... Please leave... Quickly... How shameful of me to be in this state when people are near...’ — She self-loathed. Enormously conscious of the condition her body was in.

"I’ll fill it. Just leave."

When solely the water was to be poured... Aslak dismissed the servants that moved in the last preparations, holding the door open so they swiftly departed at his order.

The leaving steps that did not question their Lord rushed outside. And following the closure of the entrance, the flowing water reached her ears to finally peak at the tub. Towards the direction she had been keeping her eyes from watching.

Easily, her Spouse poured a big amount of liquid into the wooden tub, dipping his hand in it before inviting her.

"Come. It’s ready." — The man announced as he took the blouse off again to throw it at a near seat.

"..."

Ewelina stalled uneasy. For between her legs... excited flow was evident... and the nudity demanded for the bath would at some time... expose it to the man.

However, she stood. Prudently walking as her Husband pressured her to come where he stood with a loitering stare.

"... h–how is the water...?"

"..."

Aslak observed Ewelina as she tested the temperature. Silent. Instinctively aware that the woman hid something.

Yet she straightened to glance at the man, cautious in pout for having the necessity to warn him.

"Um... Do not... Tease me, Husband."

"... Are you feeling shy again?" — He smirked at her fidgeting.

"... I am."

Ewelina answered, lowering her head to take the fabric tying her robe, pondering on when to unleash it so her skin would be exposed.

"... Don’t be."

Bothered by the scene he mandated.

Reaching her hand to help it set loose the silk covering her and unconsciously proceeded to comfort the woman with his brutish utterance.

"I am dirty too. I won’t mock you."

Releasing the knot, she held the edges unsure to undress. However, Ewelina nodded to his words crowned with a peck, giving him the opportunity to take his pants off and enter the tub before her.

"Get in." — Unfolding his hand he told the Wife.

"....."

Only big enough for him to fit, the tub was seemingly narrow for the two. Yet she could see the space opposite to him where she could accommodate and avoid his dangerous touch.

Doubtful and timid, the silk eventually slid from her shoulders as she took it off her skin. Entering the tub holding her husband’s hand as support.

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"......"

Crouching in front of him, the woman soaked in his tub.

"It doesn’t seem right."

"...?"

The barbaic man bluntly exposed his mind to the current situation.

"You were supposed to seat on me."

"... I...!?"

"Come here."

"w– gasp! Husband!" — Losing balance from her leg being pulled, Ewelina gasped, interrupted from speaking.

The water containing them turmoiled at their brief tug of war in which her legs had rudely been taken hostage.

"You shouldn’t be there."

"I know!"

"..... If you know, why–"

"I told husband I am shy!" — Glaring with teary eyes, Ewelina told the brute in a trembling tone as her knees battled to maintain closed. — "! Ngh...! Husband is... Unthoughtful...!"

"...... Just come here."

"ah... No..!"

Halting solely for a moment to let the blush settle in the woman, his hand then forced her to draw nearer. Seemingly climbing her body to take her arm and seat Ewelina where she was supposed to while leaning on his chest.

"Don’t make a fuss over nothing!" — Alsak growled at her fight. Causing a flinch from fear in the woman to finally settle.

"Idiotic woman..."

Containing her figure in his arms, the Lord muttered as he leaned over her shoulder. Rubbing his face in her hair to sniff its scent.

"You don’t even stink..."

’..... That is not... Hopefully, he will not reach where I am unconfident.’

Bewildered thoughts crossed her mind at his terms. Effectively diminishing the reluctance to submit to her Spouse’s relentlessness... and faintly placing her fingertips on his firm arm to convey her surrender.

"..."

At her touch, he kept still to observe the small woman in his arms.

Every curve was visible from her bony shoulder, and as clear as the water, the man could leisurely compare their difference.

To some extent, he could even comprehend from the size and shape her body possessed... why the grip of a hand like his could wound Ewelina’s skin so easily.