Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 56: Scene LVI

"I will not tell."

"..... Not again. Woman."

Quickly turning sour in mood to her denial, Aslak straightened, reproaching Ewelina’s difficult character.

Maintaining an elegant stance, the youthful woman glimpsed at the man that had retreated his hand to not look at her from displeasure. Being her who now grinned to tell the remnant words he needed to hear.

"Once we reach Home, I might tell... For Husband has touched me although I had warned him not to."

Standing defiant, mischievous and sly to find her way out of telling such words to her Husband, Ewelina paced before him in wait so he would stand and follow to accompany her. As she did wish to cross the stream before going back to the residence above the boulder.

"... Woman... Do not tempt me." — Aslak told her after tracing her body to meet her eyes as she stood before him.

"... I–" — Ewelina stopped when she saw him rise, yet still continued. — "... I wish to see the other side... May Husband guide me?"

Becoming agitated by the heavy sense his menacing height avowed, stepping closer to look down on her head; even when lited engrossment was apparent in his expression, Ewelina found difficulty to say in a louder voice the request to distract her Husband.

"... I won’t."

"!..."

Seeing the disbelief in her eyes the harshness of his expression became a smirk. Learning that Ewelina felt saddened to think she was to be deprived of further appreciation of Kleifar’s length, was the source of the lift of his corners.

"Am I to go on my own?" — She then asked concerned.

"... No. I am merely returning your wickedness, woman." — He told her to then add.

"We will go there quickly and go back home so you tell me that laugh you told that chunk... I’ll be obedient. This time. As it’s fun to see your comebacks."

Having his hands unfold from resting crossed confidently over his chest, Aslak stepped close to Ewelina, intimidating the woman to step back trying to maintain the firmness he easily could shatter with the luscious sentence he would grant.

"But. You said, once in privacy. So... in privacy it will be that I’ll hear it."

Halting his motion near her nose, the Archduke finalised, coming to stand straight again after leaning to mumble the warning she should be conscious of.

"..."

"Let’s go. No time to waste."

Tilting his head in a rough gesture, Aslak gave in to the woman and commenced to walk beside her as she heeded his order.

Both walked tranquil. Although Ewelina felt embarrassed by how the natural allure of her Husband’s closure came to deal heat on her.

Almost regretting her roundabout ways to free herself from the trouble a little playfulness had invoked, the young woman only looked downwards for a fragment of their path, pondering on what privacy meant for the couple... More so for herself. As last night and this morning had been too active whilst in graze of their bodies when she was not accustomed to the excruciating energy of her Spouse between sheets.

... Nonetheless...

’As it is... I will need to assemble energy to properly please my Spouse...’

Instead of worrying about the difficulty his weight could provoke in her body, Ewelina felt an excited shiver harden the sensible spots her figure possessed in expectation of their return.

As wiseness had granted, the purity of her body also contained the knowledge of the past ones she had inhabited.

The ways of intertwining with men had been learnt along bits of her past and as a result... She also was conscious of the pleasure such activity could give.

Nevertheless, even when aware of the satisfying sensation intercourse could grant, Ewelina had not fallen so enchanted by such dances in her past as she had done when tangling with her current partner.

Like with no other... It was herself who had taught small matters to her Husband such as kissing and a hint of foreplay. The roughness of their first was never experienced as her soul could recall. For it was the previous pair of men who had been the ones guiding her in the tanglings, taking her softly as they pledged love to her being.

’The times we interlaced... I believe the fingers on my hands could suffice to count the times we grazed...’ — The woman thought, lightly saddened by what more was recalled from those relationships. Regardless, her gaze then wished to look at the current partner, from who she could see his features clearly in the present unlike those of the past.

’My desire for the Head’s words to be truthful... For me to belong here... May it be the case that this time I am not to be left behind or disposed of... Hopefully... besides my different hair and soul, the life I am to live here will be gentle towards me...’

"... What."

"... How is the stream crossed?" — Ewelina came up to ask as her Husband noticed her stare.

"? By foot."

"... What I referred to was if there is a board you use as to not wet your feet."

Bothered by the obviousness of Aslak’s answer, Ewelina came to frown upon it while explaining her meanings.

"We cross barefoot."

"!? In this weather? Will not the children develop illness when crossing the stream?"

"Hah." — Aslak scoffed before answering the goodwill of the woman that appeared ignorant to the man. — "They should strengthen their bodies. If only a soak of their feet causes illness, they wouldn’t survive these lands later."

"..."

Closing into the open space the stream passed by, Ewelina peeked at the children playing at its edge, splashing the pure water brought by the flow on each other as a few adults took a few buckets of the liquid to bring to their tents.

"... You are from outside." — Halting their steps, Aslak then declared. Frowning upon the distracted woman. — "How are you going to cross?"

"?"

"I believe you are weaker than those kids. Getting bruised by a graze. Fearing the heights..."

Letting his glance stroll through the woman, Myrkzver told his Mate with frank wonder. Producing a frown on her face as she did acknowledge some truth in his words.

"... I don’t bruise by mere grazes..." — She mumbled then. Downward as she reminisced on the many times during this life when the fists of the Baron struck worst wounds than those dealt in his farewell.

Cuts and bumps. Injured limbs that would not move properly for many weeks... At times months... Ewelina had fresh memories of such experiences the last husband of her Mother had inflicted on her once cared body. Although, thankfully, not leaving visible scars, as the Baron had made sure a maid would treat them with ointments... Probably envisioning the present she currently lived in. Sold to a noble.

’Those many hits I endured cannot make my skin an easy-to-bruise one.’

Ewelina scowled with hate. Forgetting that her Husband was an intuitive wild one.