Her mumble had reached him. Yet Aslak kept quiet for he found such motive strange.
’It’s obvious she’s a woman.’ — The brutish man thought.
Oblivious to what being a woman entailed in her reasons. And continuing to concentrate on undoing the threads decorating his Wife’s hair with clumsy hands.
"... a....!"
"Tsk. Bloody shit. How did you tie this, Shuno?!" — Infuriated by the restrained flinch in pain of his Wife, Aslak turned to yell at the young girl who had decorated Ewelina’s hair. Finding himself unable to do it correctly and annoyed by the difficulty.
"... Are we undoing it, Master?"
"Yes. Undo it now."
Depressed the girl obeyed, carefully getting her hands to work.
Slowly, Ewelina’s strands comnced to be set free from the tight threads and as more ca to fall in natural swirls, the man took a few in his hand, to finally appreciate its remarkable strands.
"..... This way is better." — Satisfied to see its free shape unhard, Aslak mumbled with a smirk.
"....."
Ewelina had kept quiet. Nonetheless, her cheeks conveyed her shyness at his mumble. And trying to change the tense ambience he had instilled within her chest, she changed the subject into another she had an interest in.
"So... Husband, were you outside? I lost sight of you for a mont."
"... Yes."
Continuing to appreciate her hair being untangled Aslak ended her attempt with a short response as his attention was sowhere else. Regardless of the cold answer, she had decided to peek at him, learning the reason for his indifference and forgiving him with a quiet smile.
"... Hurry up, Shuno."
"Yes... This is the last one, Master."
Rushing the girl, soon her hair would be completely untied. The patience of the man had been pulsating to the edge. And seeing how his Spouse’s hair fell again on her decorated shoulders, Aslak was growing enthusiastic to announce their departure from the feast as night could only last so long.
"There... Our Ma’am’s fur is back to normal."
Gently touching the unique skirt her hair made, Shuno smiled happily to see the shape once again.
"Sigh... It truly is better..." — Bela whispered peeking in awe from behind, surprised at the marvellous sight of her free fur.
Ewelina’s hand went to touch her hair, sohow disappointed. Nonetheless, the man was content and took no ti in wait to do as he intended when coming back to the Hall of celebration.
"Alright. Co here." — Roughly taking her by the arm, unaware of his force, Aslak made her stand from her seat.
"!" — The strength of his grip made her flinch at the pain. Yet it went unnoticed, for the man’s eagerness was great.
"Darn Tails!" — He growled causing a resonating echo to hush the busy feast... To then announce in a wistful tone. — "Eat all you want and relish in wildness... Your Lords are leaving."
"Yaahaha!!"
"GrOoooooo~ Our Lord’s night has just begun!!! Wahaha!!"
The cheers and stomps comnced to make the ground tremble and taking her off guard, Aslak lifted her to sit on his shoulder.
"!!? Husband?!..!" — Her voice squeaked in surprise, stamring to get a better hold of him. Although one of his big hands grasped her waist and the other her leg. Tightly. Firmly. To ensure her position was secure.
Walking through the Hall, her stomach tightened in nervousness at the height. Dazed by the joyous people celebrating and laughing at their march, loudly showing their high morale at the sight of their manly Lord.
"!!?.." — The man had started to accelerate his pace, making her falter and grasp his other shoulder stronger.
"Hold on. Woman."
The gates were opened for them and once looking at the outside dim light, no soul could be found.
"Don’t follow us!" — He told the excited bunch, annoyed by their unintended escort.
A deserted outside and the feel of her flesh made him eager to reach the solitude inside their Residence, so the eyes of those dismissing them would disappear, making the desired privacy a reality.
Fast on his walk, Ewelina continued to feel nervous while he slid her down his shoulder as he rushed through the square. And then... the sudden et of her feet with the ground as he pushed her against the inner wall of the Castle’s entrance caused her more confusion at the quick change of events experienced.
"! Hus– mph...!"
His lips muffled her words and the hand of his that brought her waist to collide with him went down to feel the soft roundness of her buttocks, impatient and enraged by their clothes hindrance.
"Huff... Woman..... Do you think we can do it here?"
Massaging impatient her lower back, he asked trying to bite another kiss out of her, lustful to feel her skin while rubbing against her.
"nn... No... We cannot, husband... huff... mnh.."
Smooch. Slurp...
"... Haa.. why?... No one’s here..."
Rubbing his growing manliness against her, she quivered at his whisper. Coming down to push her up as if thrusting to enter her.
"but..... nn~... ah!..."
"No?.. haa.... How about over there?" — Making her visage look where he was glancing, he stopped the attempt to lift her legs further to offer one last option.
"haa.. Haa..." — Gasping at the suffocating man, handling her as he wanted, Ewelina peeked in said direction. Also impatient for his stimuli was great and her lust was as strong as the man’s intensity.
A dark corner that was hidden thanks to the wall’s shape... Perfectly hidden for no one should roam that side at this ti...
"... alright–!"
She was taken fast to the place, almost dragged by his hand as soon as a hint of her agreent was heard... Ultimately eting the new wall on her back to be kissed wildly with the moist lips of her thirsty man, who made her bottom go down to et the ground as he searched with impatient hands the end of her dress.
Aslak’s tongue never stopped tasting her lips... Only until the soft skin under her skirt was found by his hand... feeling the smooth roundness... that caused a luscious gasp turn into a mischievous smirk on the wild man.
"There you are... Haa... Co here..."
"Ah... Let’s... Husband let’s be quick..."
"huff... I know..... I’m taking you to our chambers next."
Kissing her once more, Aslak strongly took her thighs, shaking her as he opened her and he placed himself under her, kneeling on the floor as her back leaned on the wall.
"...I don’t need to prepare you, do I?..."
"hn... Just...*smooch* enter slowly...." — Wrapping her arm around his neck she whispered, receiving more kisses, wistful to feel his shape.
"...alright.. fuuh.. *smooch*...let ... just...haa..."
Searching again under her skirt, he traced her leg to take out his mber, touching it as she kissed him again... And lifting her one last ti. Lightly to place his rod where she would gladly welco him.
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