Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 271: Scene CCLXXI

“nh...h~!”

“Enough you say?”

“haa... y-yes... A-aslak... it’s enough~”

Kissing him, and letting himself be kissed and embraced strongly by the woman’s nails, he moved without separating his lips from her desperate ones. Entering her slowly to see the pleasure take her breath away as his length got to her depths. Being squeezed by her greedy everything.

“..! h...! ...a~!”

“Mmph!... haa... Fatædi...” — He sighed troubled to the gaping wife, starting to move at a steady pace yet with nice clash, while announcing it in a messy graze. — “I’ll!...hf... move now..! Nh... ah... huff!”

“!..m! Aslak...!”

“haa...”

“nn~ aslak~!”

“huff... Ewelina...” — Rocking the woman with his nice motion, the spouse watched her melt further in the pleasure... overwhelmed while enchanted by the beautiful chaos his touch provoked in her expression and fur, leaning his forehead on the woman’s to follow the repercussions of his thrusts while weak by the passionate fusion of their bodies making his member impatient... while again... his feelings were let out at the sounds and messy sight of a loved Ewelina. — “Fatædi... mph...Fatædi... I-..a.... I love you, Fatædi...”

“! ah! ~ aslak~!”

“I love you...!”

“nh~ haa...!”

As he moved and repeated, the woman’s moans continued to tell nothing... and the more he felt a climax was near while her feminity tightened dangerously in moisture... sadness commenced to inundate his heart the more she took to respond to his feelings.

“... I love you....”

“!!..m!! mh~!!”

“I love you...”

“Haa...n!”

Hence... even if complex a moment to stop moving, Aslak’s hands that had taken the woman’s visage to tell it to her eyes, grasped her desperate... finally opening to see his pain.

“..! ...n?!”

“... why...”

“? Fh.. h-husband...?”

“Why won’t you say you love me too... Fatædi...” — With as desperate conflict as his expression portrayed the day a hurt Ewelina told sorrowful despise to the spouse, Aslak asked with weak sound. — “D-do you truly... want to be with me...? Or am I... still no good...”

“... w-... what...”

“Am I... forcing you to be with-?”

“?! D-don’t... don’t say anything more than that...” — With a trembling hand, her fingers managed to halt the words of the spouse whose hurt made her heart pang at the hazard she did not notice growing in the innocent barbarian... solely because, hearing the love being told... shyness and flutters had built a knot in the wife’s throat that would waver to the thought of replying consequently to the devotion she never lost for the man. — “Do not... finish such question...”

“...”

The moment had lost the excitement from passion and aware that the matter could not be dismissed as easily as she did before the man fell ill, Ewelina rised to sit alongside the spouse. Bringing some of the covers to hide her nudity while troubled to have no escape from the jittery nervousness.

“... Aslak... um...”

“...”

“Saying I love you... is not-”

“Alright. It doesn’t matter.”

“?! W-wait, where are you going so suddenly?”

“I don’t want to hear you say that you don’t love me.”

“... What?”

“I better leave.”

“?!?!!! Inconsiderate man!!! LEave and I will trulY noT LoVe YoU!”

“...”

“... why... why do you jump to conclusions... huh?!” — Meeting the surprised amber turning to look at her who threw the one pillow she could find, indifferent to the lost covers she resorted to have some more confidence while replying to his confession, Ewelina failed to hold back the tears from shedding in her conflicted rage. — “Can’t you tell... that... saying I love you... is not enough to convey my devotion...?”

“... Fatædi...”

“You say it and my heart wavers with troubled delight I cannot even reply..... You said... y-you said I’m the seed of zeal amour to you... so what makes you think it is not the same for myself when it comes to you?!”

“!... Ewelina, wait...”

“No! Stupid man! You idiotic man! I give myself solely to you! Any hand that would dare touch myself that was not yours I would kill or be killed before allowing it!! Inconsiderate! Ignorant barbarian!! You-!...”

“...”

“When you left and said you loved me... I hated the sorrow that made me resentful enough to not follow you... Aslak... you stupid man...”

Quietly, Aslak who had walked back to the mattress to sit next to the downcast Ewelina who had started to throw what she could find in frustration, peeked at her now tired rage... trying to meet the gaze that would not lift, searching it as he slowly dismissed the shame his attitude brought on his demeanour.

“... Fatædi.”

“... no...”

“Fatædi... I’m not stupid.”

“...... yes, you are.”

“... Then you hesitate too much... and so we fight...”

“... Fair enough.” — Turning her crown away after meeting the glint of his amber trying to lighten her trouble, Ewelina pouted in displeasure. Recovering the covers to hide her nudity again after exploding at the spouse’s selfishness.

His gaze continued to look at her for a moment, wondering what to do so his fearful misstep could be redeemed, uselessly, for his instincts were the ones he would follow. Therefore, cautious, his hand reached hers so at least her gaze would fall on his motion, calling her name purely so the umber would meet his amber.

“Ewelina...”

“...”

“I love you.”

“...”

“... hm? I love you greatly...”

“...”

“... You’re my Fatædi... and I’m... your Fatæ...” — Slowly earning in her silence the hold of her hand in intertwined fingers, Aslak finally told the wife while laying a kiss on the limb as he noticed her displeasure melted the more he said with softness. Getting her attention to focus on the address the man of the fated lungs could receive. — “... I love you to death... my wife... my lung...”

“... you say Fatæ...? Is that how I was supposed to call you, Aslak?”

“Only if you felt it was right...”

“... Does that mean... Husband felt it was correct to call myself Fatædi... ever since you gifted myself this bracelet?”

“Ou.”

“...”

“What. Do you hate it?”

“... sigh...”

To the certainty of his answer, a troubled waver travelled Ewelina’s body to finally be dispelled by her sigh, coming to lean on the man’s collarbone with conflicted emotions, exhausted by the outburst... for the realisation could not be clearer to the wife when nothing appeared hidden in his wild eyes.