Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 59: Scene LIX

The wild woman’s tough tone did not find offence in Ewelina’s ears.

For the young Archduchess, Vinka’s attitude was similar to any she had interacted with in her spouse’s treacherous domains. Nonetheless, in the eyes of the savages below the boulder she had lived in until this day, the curiosity and precaution her husband carried whenever he wished to learn something could be found in their colourful eyes.

Keeping the chuckle to herself as the one she was bonded with came to mind at the sight of the wild woman, Ewelina immediately responded to Vinka’s question, softening the harshness she was trying to impose in her naturally gentle visage.

“The name is Ewelina.”

“... An outsider’s name.”

“That is the truth... I come from above that boulder, further to the north... the name of those lands is Arbeumore.”

“Woman. Don’t chatter. Change quickly.” — The man’s voice came from outside to interrupt the women’s conversation, causing them to share a glimpse to then turn their back on each other.

The savage one paced to seat on the ground she had covered with distinctive furs and rustic tools along with weapons, as the outsider bent to get herself into the borrowed clothing as her spouse had demanded.

Bulging as her physic differed greatly from the trained and resilient one of Vinka’s, the wear was loose and could not hold onto her waist as it was supposed to.

‘Ah... it is too big for myself... what to do...’ — Ewelina thought, troubled as she struggled to keep the fabric from falling and also battled with the heavy skirt she could not take off as it emerged from her upper clothing.

The time she was taking and the bind she seemed to be experiencing were noticed by the primitive female that had kept a cautious eye on her. Witnessing Ewelina’s clumsy fret, Vinka stood frustrated at the sight. Leaning to her side first to get a leathery string before leaving her comfortable spot to speak and act accordingly to what caused her exasperation.

“Turn around. Hold the skirt up.” — Holding the edge of the clothing she lent, Vinka ordered with an annoyed expression as her hands wrapped Ewelina’s waist with the string multiple times so the pants would not fall.

“Excuse the inconvenience Vinka...” — Embarrassed, the young Ewelina conveyed to the woman her sorry sentiment as a faint blush emerged on her cheeks.

‘... how disgraceful...’ — She thought. — ‘Having her dress me although it is not her duty...’

Regretful for having natural difficulties, the woman closed her eyes as she squeezed the wet material of her dress to aid as told.

Vinka observed and released a whiff of air to the uneasy outsider. Finishing the three rounds she gave to her fleshy waist with the leather, Vinka straightened to do the knot she was used to make around herself on Ewelina, proceeding to fold the remnant fabric above to ensure the cloth would not slide.

Tucking it into the tight strings to then give two pats on the delicate woman’s hips as an ending celebration, the wild woman ignored how it would make Ewelina hold an inward scream, as a savage’s natural force was too much for her to not feel pain. Furthermore after a strenuous night and morning in her husband’s arms.

“There. You’re ready, Veneer Ewelina.” — Proud yet softer in her wild demeanour, Vinka smirked. Aware that the woman was no menace after needing help with such an easy task. Much more welcoming than at first.

“... blessed thee earth for your kindness, Vinka...” — Softly, she managed to mumble, hurt by the twinge the savage’s palm had left pulsating on her sides unconsciously.

“Ai. No matter, Ewelina. Although you’ll have to return it... you’ll also need to hunt the fur for yours. When will you go? Want me to join ya? I have good eye for tha beasts-”

“That has nothing to do with you.” — Aslak once again intervened, for he could hear clearly while standing at the curtain door of the small crafty tent Vinka lived in.

Releasing the skirt and cloak, his wife let the heavy cloth down and ironed it with humble hands once his voice was heard. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Covering the manly cloth the husband demanded her to change into, Ewelina bashfully hid the limbs as she considered her appearance should continue to be one a lady was to wear.

Nonetheless, the man that bent to peek through the rustic curtain making the entrance raised a brow at the sight of his wife behind the villager.

"..."

Taking the impulse to come inside as shame menaced the woman’s shy demeanour, the rustle of the leather resounded as Aslak walked to pass beside the owner of the tent, giving her no thought as he closed into his wife.

His head tilted to glance at her covered figure. And as suddenly his voice and steps had broken into Vinka’s shelter, his hand approached his wedded’s dress.

"Uh... Uhm, husband?"

Sliding his fingers into the gap he had purposely made for a further commodity in their fall to reach Kleifar, Aslak’s palm held the edge to try and tear the thick material once again without hesitation. Pulling on the unstable footing that brought her closer at the loss of balance.

“!? Husband!” — She retorted to his actions, appalled by the lack of notice.

“The water will trounce and get underneath. It’s better to rip it."

"what..?"

"... Give me a knife.”

“... Here.”

Handing the blade, Vinka scowled at Myrkzver, who received it indifferent to the villager’s pride and focused on the feel of the fabric that had proved feisty in the uneven way it had broken to his force. However, the main attraction that kept his concentration was the warmth of Ewelina’s stomach... That even when no touch had been dealt on the soft skin, the temperature of her body could be felt on the brutish fingers of the man, which procured to keep the distance she had previously ordered.

Granting a last glance of threatening gleam to the troubled woman lightly frowning at the sight, his hands commenced working their way around her body to dismiss the lengthy skirt.

Naughty... he would graze the skin of hers at times.

A tip of his finger would slide between the flesh and the edge of the pants Vinka had lent, wishing to tease her with the faint graze while concealing his entertainment with severe demeanour, feigning occupation on cutting her upper clothing evenly as he also could see a timid reaction on the youthful wife... Although still keeping care that the skin he had been touching in mischief would not see the light or eyes of those outside.

“There. Let’s go.”

Giving the cutting edge back to Vinka as he walked to depart the unplanned stop in their path, Aslak announced their departure. In new desire to rush the end of this visit, so he could indulge thoroughly on the cravings his mischief had enhanced.