Seeing the ground closing below on their fall, Aslak finally minimized the speed he had applied, faintly gripping the rope. Smoothly reaching the earth.
"mn~~!" — Ewelina let out, this ti enjoying the sensation of hanging in the helpless space.
His feet were the first ones to find the white dirt mixed with bits of snow below. Finally releasing his hands from the rope to decisively change where to lay them, Aslak’s palms held Ewelina so she would remain to hold onto his torso, taking advantage of the gap in her dress to touch the skin up her thigh as the other was forced to only touch her lower half and back over the fabric.
"Was it fun? Hm?" — Aslak asked, groping the woman as he paced, roughly dismissing the rope so no leash was on them as he taunted his wife.
"!... Husband... Let down..." — Ewelina requested softly as her hands did otherwise to her words because of the piled excitent she could now release in his arms.
"One huge just fell!"
"Ai! Ai! Who fell today?!...huh?... Oooou, Myrkzver’s here!"
"Ya go tell the head!"
"Huuh?! Ya go. I brought tha axe."
"The two of ya go, noisy imps!"
A man and two children were heard closing into the couple, causing the woman to jump and ask with concern in her eyes so the man would let her feet touch the ground.
"Husband..."
"Haah... These fucks." — Acceding to her request he sighed in annoyance surprising the woman with his rough vocabulary.
"!"
"Hold on and keep still."
A strong squeeze was given to the flesh of her bum with maliciousness and looking up at her flustered visage Aslak moved his hands to her back to open the belt keeping them close.
"There." — He said. Gripping her to stay a second more with her legs wrapped around him, yet quickly dismissing his hands so she would feel the floor on her feet.
"These yours, Myrkzver?"
"Yeah. Give them."
Showing the cloaks Aslak had asked Drig to deliver a wide man approached the Archduke who hid his wife behind him.
The throw of the garnts, as not much distance remained between the n was caught by the Archduke with ease. And making sense of which cloak was hers at a glimpse, Aslak handed to the woman that one of hers.
"Here, put it on or you’ll regret it."
"Ah... Yes... thank you." — In a small voice she secretly told her Spouse. Shy by the possibility of having been seen in an improper pose.
"??... He-goat... Ai!" — Noticing the Archduchess, the man moved his head to call the attention of the slow-walking children he had ordered to go announce the Archduke’s arrival. — "Aie!! Myrkzver brought a female!!"
"Aiii?!!"
"Fucking run to tha Head shitborns!! This arse finally brought tha female!!"
Exasperated by the joined reaction of the kids, the wide man yelled in annoyance, turning quickly to face Aslak with a mocking grin, similar in mischief to the Archduke’s teasing one.
"Ya brought your mate, huh? Took ya long enough, Myrkzver."
"Last night was the wedding for the n... Did Otrur keep it to himself?"
"I heard nothing from tha head."
"...tsk... We could have stayed up then." — Annoyed, Aslak growled at the ignorant man’s utterings.
Learning that the village had not been aware of their official bonding yesterday, the compromise that took them there at this ti was void of aning.
"... Aie, woman. What is the na?! I am Hrom! This Kleifar’s grand crafter!"
Hrom listened to Myrkzver’s grumbling, disinterested in what annoyed him and peeked to see the woman that was busy arranging her cloak so her leg would not be easily seen.
"! I..."
Glancing from behind at her frowning Husband, Ewelina hesitated to answer as she held the belief that the character of those below the Castle was the honest wildness of the Myrkzver’s Territory.
’I should stand confident before Husband’s people.’ — She thought. Decisively taking a step ahead to stand properly beside him. Acting as prominent as she did with the unwanted guests from her previous Household.
"I am Ewelina Myrkzver... This Myrkzver’s partner."
Looking directly into Hrom’s stare, Ewelina restrained the embarrassnt from calling herself as such and tried to control the erging feel of her cheeks turning red as she spoke. For the sensation of belonging to her Husband lted her slightly.
"kuhk... Ewelina?... That na, is that from veneer these nooks?"
"Yes. I am from the northern lands of the Kingdom."
"... Ai... Yet what’s with these strands you have–!?"
"Don’t get close, Hrom."
"... Aiee~ thee female is odd. I am curious, Myrkzver. Her fur, how did it beco like that??"
Stepping ahead so the man’s hand wouldn’t touch the woman, Aslak said in a seemingly calm tone that truly concealed danger.
Knowing the truth, Hrom gave a step back in respect yet continued to speak to the couple in intrigue by the woman’s nature. And proud of it, Aslak grinned as his arm went to lay over her shoulder to answer the ignorant villager.
"Wife’s unique fur was made as such from the guts of her mother. She ca to have them from the roots of her existence."
"....."
"Ya serious? Is that common to the northern won?"
The primitive ways of expression slightly shocked Ewelina. Nonetheless, the intent of her Husband to show off the fur he seed to admire was evident to her ears and body, for Aslak tightly held her next to him in an admirable stance.
"Not many won have this fur over there. At the very least I’ve not witnessed any besides I."
"... Hah! Ya got yourself one as odd as the Jazhara. Ai, Myrkzver?!" — Punching her Husband with strong fits, Hrom smirked at Aslak, who did not flinch at the impact and, instead, went for his head to push it down in joyful response.
"Take us to tha Head, piece of chunk. I don’t want to stay long today."
"Ai~ co, co! Tha imps are taking too long anyways. Your mate should enjoy a stroll down tha village at least."
"Ou. I brought her for that."
Giving the couple his back, Hrom comnced to lead in high spirits their way into the not-far village.
Ewelina had been infected by the energy of the n, and, unconsciously, kept smiling at the previous sight of a playful husband.
Nonetheless, her first step to follow Hrom was halted by her Spouse, that in the rush to do so, blocked her way leaning to give the lick he was deprived of once the villagers approached.
"mph..." — She managed to utter as her bottom was squeezed by his greedy hands as he also thoroughly traced her tongue in a short yet intense exchange.
"Haa..." — He exhaled as he separated with a thread of their moist disappearing along the distance.
"Well done, woman." — He praised. — "Keep the attitude... I have no wimp of a woman..."
Ewelina bewilderedly nodded to his words, dazed by the brutish stimuli of the man. Incapable of saying a word as her hands fidgeted to feel his chest further.
"That." — He then said. Pushing the rear he held to collide against him...
"ah!" — Making her moan by the force...
"They should know." — To then be released at his teasing words of brute dominance.
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