Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 85: Scene LXXXV

A good distance from the fog was travelled. Pieces of meat were eaten by many before leaving the prey and once at the safe spot, the men raised a few simple tents for themselves and their leaders. Aiming to shelter their bodies from the freezing chill of the morning while earning proper rest on the warm ground, contrary to the cold suffocating air of the dry woods.

Some remaining meat they could take would be roasted once the sun climbed the sky, to then continue a journey that wouldn’t let them move as nonchalantly anymore.

At his tent, Aslak threw his axe after speaking with the bloody beard of Hrom, continuing to be dubious of Vinka’s intentions.

— She said she wanted to stay so we exchanged tasks, she had furs to comb and pants to thread together apparently. The villagers know she’s strong so they should be fine with her as temporal head either way, ya know? —

"She wants something... I hope it’s just not what she can’t have."

Lastly, he sat on the loose earth with lost herbs and pondered on the next weeks an unstoppable march toward the high men and hopefully alive returnees would continue.

A song of theirs had yet to be heard again after two nights. And the warlock’s eye had told that a song should be heard if the high men’s earthquakes were caused by their feet coming out of the crack they opened in the earth happened.

— I will stay alert for any sounds and tremors. Rest what you can... You’ll fight the most out of us. —

The words of Otrur Nolsvun were recalled.

— Think of your lung and maybe that annoyed mood can change. —

"Tsk. Waste of the earth, not its eye he is." — Drinking the mead he brought from Litilmenni’s side, Aslak mumbled displeased at the teasing of old Trur.

"... Two nights... Not many beasts. We will probably find them the more we close onto the high men..."

*Gulp gulp gulp*

"Haaaah... Two nights..." — Staring at the mouth of his drink, Aslak did against his wish to contradict the tribe’s Head.

His fingers that liked the softness of the woman’s fur were stared intensely, recalling with yearning daze its shape and feel... along the visage of its owner.

"Woman... You are odd." — The man told to her memory. — "I should have forced you to say my name... Bloody woman. Makes me upset so easily."

The man grimaced in regret once again, remembering the swoon woman’s movement, trying to follow his lips when farewell was told.

"...fuuh..."

A smirk emerged, and his lids opened, softening the amber ferocity, pleasantly surprised by how well her image could be seen in his head.

"Darn woman... Ewelina..." — He whispered. Scowling immediately after as his hand gripped his drink. — "Shit. I have a woman that I can’t fuck because of these high men... This Earthy legend must be real. It’s suffocating without my lung."

Thinking of his duty, conflict invaded the Archduke once again. But the excitement of her blush continued to wander his mind while more of the things he didn’t know he had paid attention to commenced being recalled, transforming the race of his rage into lust.

"Haaah... Ewelina..." — His hand went into his pants as the time when he confessed this activity while away from her crossed his mind. — "You tightened thinking I did this... fuhh..."

The length of his member was stroked as he has come to like, and its tip was rubbed, thinking of the entrance of his wife that once penetrated would make her body jerk to the thrust at this moment he wished to give into her body.

"haa... nh... Ewelina..." — His eyes kept closed, aware that if he opened them annoyance would be found to see she wasn’t wrapping his rod.

However, a new illusion was born. For he was still conscious that her moisture was missing.

’Will she do the same..?’

"Nnhaa.. haa..."

’Her own fingers... Doing as she taught mine...’

"Wife..."

’You will miss my reach, won’t you?’

"Huff...nnh.. Hahh... Mmh Ewelina..."

The movement of his hand became sharper, and the illusion of his wedded pleasing herself between the sheets they had tangled in excited him greatly.

Nonetheless, the peak of self-pleasure was difficult to reach when deprived of her presence. At least, that had been the case before meeting her for the last time.

For it was the woman’s mouth emitting a sound he had yet to hear what brought hazard before... Unlike tonight.

— Aslak...—

"! Ah, Ewelina...n!"

— mm... Aslak... my spouse...—

"Hah.. Ahh... Woman... Damn it... Huff..."

Heated, his hand was stared with gasping breathing. And drowsy to the energy used, he swallowed, thirstily frowning, annoyed at the result of his lonely works.

"This seed... Should be filling your insides, Ewelina..."

A woman reaching her climax... Of curly hair, and a slim naked figure was dreamed of. Wishing for the kiss of her sweet edges and the innocent but fierce brown gaze under his frame.

"... I can’t endure a month." — True determination flashed his hues.

The woman’s existence had craved its roots in his lungs, and the awareness of her absence was not something Aslak could turn a blind eye to anymore out of pride.

— Merely come back. You have a wife that will wait patiently. —

"Your spouse is not patient, Ewelina. Two weeks might be impossible... But three weeks, it will not be further than that..."

Taking the earth in his hand Aslak wiped away every resulting trace of his lust, using the water at last to finish its dismissal.

Laying back, his thoughts blankly closed his lids and inhaled the nature along his sweat. Regardless, her words kept roaming his mind, which he fought uselessly until his severe expression grinned... still bothered as the satisfying sensation settled while he recited her words.

"... ’A wife that will wait’... Hellish ground... She better be... Or I’ll be upset this time."

Only for a moment to confuse his mind he remained pacific to gain the rest that would not come with sleep.

Once the sun was high enough to illuminate Sortnafeigr, his beard was cut to give start to the hast march the many savages and Jazhara’s guard needed to finish.

Whether for the returnees, the danger of the high men, the surveyance of the capricious earth... Or the need of a spouse to return home helping the wait of a youthful wife... This journey should be brief.

Much more, after the song of the hands the warlock heard with the help of his earthy eye was informed.

"Things aren’t good. If we don’t hurry they will start roaming... Sortnafeigr... Its earth expelled them for a reason. We have to get there before no returnee can hold them back."