Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 89: Scene LXXXIX — Sheets cannot Untangle.

A dejected emotion commenced to drown him, yet it was the sight of that gemstone... That one that led to the chambers they shared... That made the excitement enhance from its original force.

’... Not at her private... At ours...’ — He thought feeling out of breath to think she had been waiting there for his return.

His feet led the man naturally, indifferent to the race of a yearning heart and skin... And then, the hidden door opened, softly this time by his hand... To infiltrate where he was to always be welcomed for it was their marital space.

The steps attempted to make little noise and then... The shape of his wife, laying small and cuddling to the furs of their mattress was discerned.

A chest that couldn’t keep still at his racing heart pushed him to go nearer, climbing the mattress as she was laying where he would after they tangled.

"..."

Careful he observed... And his hand took the curls of the woman they had missed so strongly... Causing the roll of her drowsy body, to meet his gaze as slumber was still conquering the wife.

"... Aslak..." — She mumbled so softly, only himself could hear it.

And at the entrancing sensation, her voice lit within him, the spouse closed onto the woman, to graze her lips with the affectionate muzzle of a greeting.

"Ewelina... I have come back..."

".... Aslak..." — Delighted by the sensation in a confused state she giggled, repeating his name.

"... Ewelina are you not awake yet? You... Your state is frustrating, woman."

Frowning at the obviously confused woman, Aslak whined, wishing to do more with a wife who could not understand this was a tangible reunion.

"...fuhh."

"..."

At his words, the woman halted to observe him and feel the little drops of his clothes that unlike his hair remained soaked. Gasping at the realization. At which her words wouldn’t be allowed to continue the fast exhalation of a call.

"!? Husb– mph... Mmm... ah~”

Kissing her strongly, Ewelina was deprived of speech as the man licked her edges to tangle their tongues in a deeper kiss he had been waiting for.

"Name... *smooch*.. *lick~*... Ewelina, my wife..." — Moving to be above her, his body and limbs would surround her to exchange the moisturizing whisper. — "You said it before..."

"nn... Yes..." — Watching him rise from her lips, Ewelina softly mumbled. Blinking drowsy at the man she had missed for many days in sad yearning. And the woman sat on their mattress to stay near him. — "However... Welcome back... Your wife waited patiently... Aslak... My spouse."

His nose was already nuzzling hers as she spoke, grinning the more words her sweet voice told with the purity of an early morning along with the disordered curls her fur elegantly possessed.

"Mhm."

A bite was given, playful...

"I’m back, Ewelina."

And his hand took her visage, caressing it and leading it close so another devouring kiss could be enjoyed...

"nnh... *slurp*..*smooch* ah.."

"haa..."

Yet short... For they also wished to talk.

"Woman... Your days... How have they been?"

"... Peaceful, I believe... Yet yours... Husband your travels, how was it?"

Small pecks kept grazing her skin as they spoke, for the beast of a man was tame and affectionate before the female mate. Nonetheless, her delicate hands stopped him; solely to admire the spouse with a beard starting to grow that scratched her mischievously.

"... We dealt with the creatures, lost eighteen heads and found nine of the returnees."

"Eighteen heads?! That is–!"

"It’s fine. They died as we like it." — At her shock and concern, he smiled, following to change the topic. — "But, Wife... Do you realise? A month has not passed."

"... I-indeed... It’s been–"

"Twenty-four nights." — Closing onto her, one hand rested on the mattress, locking her completely from escape. As the other went up her hips to her spine, wishing for another kiss that would lead to a new tangling of the spouses.

"ah. *smooch*...uhm, husband..."

"Aslak... *smooch*... I’m not leaving. So say it." — Leaning so her body would rest on the mattress he said severe yet glad at her shyness. However, the woman stiffened, not moving as more grazes were given.

"Uhm.. A–Aslak...wait.. Mh... Aslak... we cannot." — Pressing his chest to fail to gain distance, Ewelina said bashfully. — "I am–"

"Why." — Frowning, he asked. — "Why can’t we? We are in private. We– we promised..."

"... Husband, I..?!"

"Why. Your door’s gemstone shined brightly and you say–.....? What–. Woman..."

"!!? I told you I can’t!" — The shake the man gave demanding an answer made the woman shrink as the reason became visible to the ignorant savage. Causing Ewelina to blush in shame at the impurity shown to her spouse. Because of the place she had stained during the night.

Biting her lip, her hands trembled as she barely pushed him away. Yet he was indifferent and asked what he ignored.

"... Why is there red..."

"...."

"Who harmed–"

"!! Husband!... There was no harm. A woman bleeds when a full moon has passed. Therefore, we cannot–"

"Bleeds?... Where? Let me see."

"No!" — Stopping his hands from lifting her gown, Ewelina glared at the man. Appalled at his brutish ways. — "Do not dare, curious man... Where we link. It is natural. Do not be inconsiderate..."

"... Does it hurt? How long will it last?... Will you die?" — Annoyed at the ideas he came up with, Aslak interrogated. Scowling at the idea of her death. — "You’re young to die..."

"... It does not hurt much... It should last until after tomorrow... A-and I will not die... Curious spouse..." — Showing affection in the beastly manner he usually did, Ewelina changed from rage and shame, to tender kindness. As amusement from the man’s ignorance made her giggle on the inside.

"... Alright. Licking is fine, right?"

"Kissing."

"Kissing."

"... Haha... Yes, kissing, cuddling, joining our hands... Everything besides taking you..."

"..... Alright." — Nuzzling her, the innocent man understood. Sorry, that red was leaving her enough for him to notice. And raising from the seat, Aslak kissed her once again to search in the pouch he kept.

"Since we can’t join–.........."

"Umh, husband? We– we can s–still...uh... Show affection..." — To the halt of his speech and drifting motion Ewelina nervously said, looking up as her hand tried to hide her already-covered lower half.

Nonetheless, the man was not thinking of leaving as she had thought.

Instead, the remembrance of the warlock’s words made him stop the intent of handing the pouch. For at the sight of a dainty woman... He now deemed truthful the warnings Otrur Nolsvun gave with playful wickedness.