Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 269: Scene CCLXIX

“Husband... you finally woke up...”

“... Did I sleep long?” — The spouse innocently asked the wife, whose voice trembled. — “It’s still night outside...”

“... It is for you slept four days... and this one would be your fifth night.”

“?... Truly?”

“... Aslak. The mere inquiry is tempting anger within myself.” — After meeting the clear amber of the man, Ewelina’s head hid in his chest to convey while gulping the frustration down when unfair. Grasping stronger the robe he wore as displeasure at his reasonable ignorance caused turmoil in her being.

“... Did ya take care of me?”

“... I did...” — Loosening up to the man who began to understand, she mumbled. — “Of course I did... I was... concerned...”

Hugging her as if his arms were not doing it enough, the man’s chin that rested over the wife’s crown moved so a kiss could be laid on the fur, moving consistently down until it was her temple and cheek that received the grazes whilst the closed eyelashes of the wife gained brilliance by the tears that wanted to remain concealed.

“I’m sorry...” — Leaning his forehead against hers the man purred, breathing her in to share her trouble and demanding with his gentle whisper the meet of their hues. — “... Will you cry?”

“... fuh... Inconsiderate man...” — Consequently to the playful tease, her conflicted expression chuckled, offering the lips to the man... who stared bewildered by her readiness... — “I do want to cry...”

“... Fatædi...”

“... I am waiting...”

Finally, she insisted with closed lids waiting for his kiss... being bitten in the passionate caress their souls sought and had not indulged in out of trouble.

“...mn... Mph... Fatædi...!”

“haa... nh~...” — Immersed in the voracious taste he demanded, Ewelina’s back was chained to his body by the one hand of the man. Coming to gingerly hold with the tip of her fingers the manly jaw that ensimismated by the air she gifted would lick the female’s lips... tempting them to open so a deeper graze was allowed... one more slippery and enticing for their flesh...

Nonetheless, as she shyly decided to reciprocate the caresses after feeling dizzy by the many sensations Ewelina came to dream of in his absence, the eyes of the man opened. Holding himself back by biting softly the woman’s upper lip... to repeat in a gasp the name solely Ewelina could receive from the man.

“My Fatædi... fh... haa... Did you ever hear... what Fatædi meant while I was away?”

“mn...? I-I did not... solely... when the bracelet was given... you said it is solely something you would call me...” — Slightly dejected as her edges tried to resume the kisses with the man that restrained himself from doing so, Ewelina sighed. Drawing her gaze away from the spouse’s lips to meet the titillating amber watching her intently. — “Fh... why do you ask this now, husband?”

“... Cause it’s something I wanted to tell you... that as my Fatædi... you’re my air.”

“... y-your air...? For I am your lung...?”

“For you are my seed of zeal amour... Fatædi... You are rooted to my core... to my lungs... to my very vessels...”

“...”

“Growing to overtake my air and everything... my life itself...”

“... y-... your life...? Aslak...?”

“Ou... being separated... was my death.” — Stroking the visage of the woman with the clumsy hand of a barbarian, her fur was combed as his entranced soul focused on conveying the depths of his love. Touching the length of Ewelina’s neck that seduced him with its fair shade. — “You aid my breathing to be purified... when apart, my air harmed myself seeking your being, Ewelina...”

“... It... it sounds... dangerous a thing...” — Heated by the touch his hand gave to her skin and chest... Ewelina replied dazed... enjoying the caress of his close breath as he continued to convey... ready to graze more of her.

“It is treacherous like these lands..... but when together... haa...*peck* any fatidic sensation... *smooch* feels like we do now...” — Resuming the caresses, his restless hands started to pull her closer even when impossible, touching her lovely and missed figure. Entranced by the delightful deprivement of air this heated affection infected the destined souls to tangle in. — “Do you... *nibbles* do you understand?... D-did you feel as helpless... Ewelina...?”

“haa... I-I did... I did husband..... every moment... *smo~och* felt grieving... Mph!”

Her gasping agreement, restless by the affection the talk kept from being thoroughly expressed by the yearnful bodies of the bonded souls, was then devoured by the overwhelmed spouse. Squeezing her, feeling the shape of her soft feminity against him as her arms lost to the fidgety wait, embracing him to aid the unreasonable closeness both searched, breathing through the taste of the other in a desperately deep caress. Wishing to drown in each other’s touch.

“Hahh, Fatædi~ nh.. fuh...”

“hn~..ah...” — Moving her so his frame could loom over hers, the kisses would not halt to aid their hearts to race, heating them up in a different kind of fever both would blissfully fall into every time the night permitted. — “Husband...”

His hand, touching the limb she unconsciously lifted so his hand could stroke it, traced the skin with impatient palm. Moving it so her feminity would open further to welcome him between expectant legs and growing the excitement of her body the more his hand climbed up her dress.

“Ah... wait... no... we should not...” — Suddenly the wife said while actually unable to draw away from the caresses.

“Why...”

“Huff... n... you have... only woke up...”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Fuh... *smoo~ch* no... you should not... try so hard, husband...”

“... you’re wrong... if I don’t touch you I’ll die, Fatædi...”

“Mnh~... no, you cannot...”

“Ou... so let me- *lick*... *suck*... grmm~ let me do this...fuhh...”

“T-then... f-fingers... mh~... yes..?” — The wife, turning her visage lightly away to tell while the kisses continued to be laid in other places of her skin, requested. Aware that no return was possible for their passion and lust even while recovering... and even while conscious of the moisture she evidently felt present where she was to take him, the ginger request for his hand’s preparation was asked... for even if brief it would aid the pleasure to heighten... Provoking the tongue of the man to trace up her nape for a bite of her ear, nibbling more of her with passionate breath as his thumb arrived to tease the bud that would cause a delicious jolt in the wife.