Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 75: Scene LXXV

The humble woman looked downward yet his hand refused to release her jaw. Instead, in her submissive silence, Aslak called her name once more... Only so her lids would look him in the eye with the sadness they held.

"Ewelina."

"... I understand... I understand, Husband..." — She also repeated coming to resignation and softening her concerned expression.

Nonetheless...

"Not that..." — Both of his hands came to hold her visage. And making her tilt so his lean was easier, the man smirked. — "You were doing truly well... moaning this husband’s name."

"!!... Do not... tease me when I am like this..."

"I’m not." — Taking her lower lip in a brief graze he informed his wife, whose slight pouting squint was entertaining to his wicked sight. — "I’ll go take care of the men... Wait at our chambers."

"... W-...Will you not be busy? Y-you said... the earlier the better..."

"I also said I regretted it." — Unfazed, Aslak announced, shocking the woman. And indifferent to the shine of her brown eyes, his hands went down her neck, caressing it firmly to let one of them go lower.

"... This..."

"!...mh...fh.."

"I should’ve enjoyed you better, wife."

"! ah?!"

Making their bodies collide powerfully, Aslak grabbed the curly strands that quickly wrapped his hand deliciously and kissed her with malicious teeth.

"Undress while I return, my lung. While the others prepare I’ll have my fill of your skin."

"haa...*smooch*...alright..." — She answered. Entranced before his manly authority, the wild scent of his sweat and the feel of his rough lips as her head was held properly to cause desire.

"Alright... Let’s go."

Lifting her from the waist, Aslak took her off his desk provoking the light stammer of her feet that would be immediately supported by his hand that grasped the woman’s. Intertwining their fingers, as he recalled from their stroll departing Kleifar.

"??"

"What is it?" — The halt of her steps made him ask. Ignorant to what Ewelina found odd instead of him.

"... No... It is nothing..." — Giddy, her fingers shyly closed on his big hand and followed his steps, gasping and stopping once again as an appalling sensation was felt in her lower half.

"ah... w–wait, husband... Umh... give me a moment..!" — ’Oh dear lord... It cannot be...!’

Her legs closed nervously and her blush enhanced as she bent trying to stop the embarrassing occurrence, begging the gods not to let the trace continue to fall.

"Tsk, what’s wrong now?"

"I-.. It’s..."

"What?" — Bending to listen to her little voice in a stutter, Aslak became annoyed at the confusing behaviour. Although, patient since he attempted to help the troubled woman.

"It’s.. Uh... Your....."

"My what?"

"nnh..." — Shutting her lids, extremely ashamed to tell him, Ewelina bit her lips as she groaned with her youthful voice to tell a whisper without breath. — "... it’s... leaking..."

"......"

His eyes widened at the unbelievable combination of an embarrassed woman and the happenings between her legs. Keeping silent to the surprise for a moment, to heavily sigh a mumble.

"Fuuuhhh... I should let them kill each other..." — Exasperated by the duty he had to fulfil beforehand, the man scowled frustrated... Proceeding to pull her close by their bonded fingers and press his open hand on the fleshy roundness of her bottom.

"?!"

"My seed?... Is it leaking from within you?" — Smirking with incredible excitement, Aslak wickedly asked as his hand traced the roundness to make her skirt’s thick cloth follow between her gap.

"!...mhm..." — Ewelina nodded, blushing strongly as her toes permitted more height so he could dig deeper... Reaching the drenched place she was unconfident of.

"... Damn it... Huff..." — Inhaling the fur of her crown Aslak groaned. — "Ewelina... Do you think you can make it safely to our chamber?"

Red, she nodded only whispering in a small voice. — "...yes... it’s... only uncomfortable..."

"... Alright..." — Leaning to reach her cheek under her curly strands, Aslak nuzzled the nice colour in her skin with his nose. — "Don’t let it leave you... Although we can fill it later..."

"!!!... mn... stop...!"

"haha... Let’s go."

His strides were this time thoughtful of the woman. Going at a measured pace so she could follow, his hand opened the door to find the two men that usually stood outside on guard.

"Where are they fighting?"

"The Jazhara’s Square. Your Grace."

"Heh. They are having fun then."

"Haha, they’re."

Without stopping their walk, Aslak led the woman into the corridor as the men nodded a farewell to their lords. While Ewelina tried to hide her face, looking downwards so her shameful expression wouldn’t be seen.

In uncomfortable steps the Archduchess concentrated on appearing proper, ultimately not taking notice of their arrival to the main hall of their castle where their paths would separate to reunite at a later time.

Therefore it was at its centre, that he faced the woman to grab a bewildered wife’s visage and pressed on her lips strongly along a steamy whiff from his nose. Content that no one was around to freely do so.

"mm!"

"Go. I’ll join you soon." — Instructing the confused and freed Ewelina, he wickedly smiled as she turned timid to abide by his words. Slapping her buttocks strong enough so she would only jump surprised.

"Gasp!" — Turning to look at her mischievous spouse, the young woman bit the inner side of her lip extremely flushed from his action, glaring with a troubled expression at the amused man.

"Go. Fight me later."

Both held the other’s gaze for a moment. And unable to continue as embarrassment was difficult for her to handle, she turned to give careful steps down the stairs as she felt Aslak’s stare following her figure.

’Inconsiderate, wicked man!’ — Troubled and angry... Ewelina insulted her husband as a fluttery feeling bothered her chest and stomach.

For she was conflicted at the exhilarating sensation the man’s behaviour throughout their reunion instilled within her core... that one that has been anxious as she waited for him... As she missed his presence.

’After we meet at our shared chambers... I am to wait for him again...’

She felt tender longing while recalling what would follow after keeping each other’s company. And feeling the throb of restlessness resurface in her heart, Ewelina also thought of the constant doubt she pondered through his absence from her days.

’I should... properly show a wife’s affection this time... While together... And furthermore, once we separate.’