The shadow of the leaning woman got nearer, invoking more struggle in his being as the fragrance of his female felt stronger.
"You... you are tempting , woman." — Sure of it, Aslak stated as he stared stiffened at the youthful visage gaining lovely blush in a tender smile that was about to show the dimple he also obsessed over.
"... Is that a question you ask?"
"No."
"... haha... I am." — Crawling nearer, Ewelina acknowledged, mixing the ferocity he appreciated in the captivating seduction her personality accomplished. — "I am indeed tempting my husband since his manliness makes ... Aslak, it makes ache for your touch... so much..."
*Gulp* — Another strong swallow went down while it was she who grazed the man’s nose, inciting his intense lust.
"... haa You’re unfair, Fatædi."
"Hm~? Why?" — Already knowledgable of his anings, Ewelina still asked with a playful tone.
"You don’t usually... search like this..."
"... I have a husband that searches my touch enough for not to do it... yet it... it does not an I do not want it..." — Becoming shy, her confident voice lowered to whispers that glanced at the attentive man, who stiffened more as her hands slowly laid on his shoulders.
"... You do this when I’m who wants better privacy. Unfair."
"... Only a kiss... hm?"
"... No. I can’t bite you to stop it. Get off of ... I get the hazard you told about yesterday, Fatædi." — Pained, he sighed, having difficulty already by the hand supposed to push her away that instead rested on the nice hip, sinking in the flesh and enjoying its sensation. — "Let’s... let’s Just stop."
Crunches outside made by the steps of others allowed him to confirm once more that there would not be enough privacy to drown in delectable tanglings with the woman. Flashing his passionate gaze to beg her aid in resisting the needs of the flesh to say one last thing.
"Let’s get going so we arrive at the darn granite tower. Be unfair again there, my Fatæfi... hff... yes?"
"... Alright." — Liking her lip at the sight of a troubled spouse, apparently excited too, Ewelina granted. Giving only a peck on his cheek with the moisture gained by her tongue to send the last shiver down the man. — "I will try to be unfair again once there... as I know your hazard, truly well... my troubled man."
*******
The march felt endless, and once a lone beast attacked when only less than a day was left to the granite tower, Aslak felt delighted to cut into its flesh as frustration had eaten away the sanity while riding the sa steed with the one he so desired and had pushed away out of possessive ans.
’If only we were alone!!’ — Furious inside, the creature received the outburst. — ’If only none had ears or eyes, fucking earth!!!’
With nonsensical thoughts, his axe penetrated many tis out of annoyance. While those observing along a surprised wife indifferently conversed with each other.
"... Who made him mad?"
"Mad? He’s furious. That thing’s been dead for many tens of hour... yet it still receives his force..."
"..."
Silently, Ewelina listened. Also concerned as she doubted it was solely because of the restraint that his behaviour appeared like this. Nonetheless...
"Husband?"
*Tok*
"-... What is it."
"Is it not... dead already? Should we not continue our path...?"
Halting to her voice, it was thanks to Ewelina’s words that the travel resud. And yet, to the woman, the quiet man continued to speak less than usual as a result of his possessiveness and pride to keep his word until the place he knew would allow his craves.
"!? Grey is at the tower!!" — Joyous, the brakian mainglousse, Nu, signalled later that day. Letting everyone else on the march notice again the granite tower they would rest at before diving into the most treacherous stretch of their path.
"... unload what’s to be left here. Get the horses inside the tower and get a space between their feet if needed to sleep. We’ll leave tomorrow... hoping the weather won’t turn rowdy."
"Ai... it’s looking ominous." — Kir answered the Archduke, who also moved to help after assisting his wife down the mount.
"... You go inside with the kid. Send word to Uth that we made it to the granite tower."
"... Alright." — Listening attentively, Ewelina nodded, turning to the child that was already running their way after a guard helped her down her horse. — "Sweet Nu, we are to send word ho with grey. Let us go together."
"Aie~~ Master’s wife! I want to hold Master’s wife’s hand~."
"Hahaha, alright, alright. Co with ."
The eyes of the man followed his wife’s steps silently, and then his own tasks went to be arranged.
Her battle to persuade the child from writing long letters to that one at her residence was difficult. Many argunts were brought up by the child to attempt to fulfil her need to tell every little detail.
"Nu, no more. It cannot be a long ssage. Once we co back, you may tell everything to them in person, and it will be much more entertaining, I promise."
"... Hmm... yet Nu wants to–"
"Nu. I am not requesting this. We are to do it, and that is final. Understood." — Out of patience, Ewelina severely declared. Surprising the child whose breath was restricted from coming out.
"... Master’s Wife... spoke just like Master would..." — Nu mumbled, amused. Leaning imdiately to do as told as Ewelina’s seriousness did not fade.— "! A short ssage! Nu will write it, Master’s Wife!"
Watching strict the little hand of the child, the woman gradually softened the frown in her expression, allowing Nu’s words resound strongly in her thoughts.
’So now I speak like him... perhaps her persistence made him so ruthless. Haha...’ — Ewelina secretly smiled.
However, the late deanour of the man also crossed her mind, settling the gravity in her spirit again as mistaken contemplations were born. — ’Sigh... I wonder if it is because I overdid my teasing... ever since I tempted him maliciously... little to no word is said to ...’
The situation bothered her peace, and the doubt had her concerned over the man as she could not think Aslak’s lacking attitude was to keep his hands safe.
’I hope he does not feel offended... n like to lead in couples tangles... yet him...’ — Recalling the confident touch of his fingers, excited blush decorated her visage as she also rembered it was her voice at the beginning that would teach the spouse of what to do. — ’It is perhaps those monts that made behave inconsiderate to his manliness...’
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