A good distance from the fog was travelled. Pieces of at were eaten by many before leaving the prey and once at the safe spot, the n raised a few simple tents for themselves and their leaders. Aiming to shelter their bodies from the freezing chill of the morning while earning proper rest on the warm ground, contrary to the cold suffocating air of the dry woods.
So remaining at they could take would be roasted once the sun climbed the sky, to then continue a journey that wouldn’t let them move as nonchalantly anymore.
At his tent, Aslak threw his axe after speaking with the bloody beard of Hrom, continuing to be dubious of Vinka’s intentions.
— She said she wanted to stay so we exchanged tasks, she had furs to comb and pants to thread together apparently. The villagers know she’s strong so they should be fine with her as temporal head either way, ya know? —
"She wants sothing... I hope it’s just not what she can’t have."
Lastly, he sat on the loose earth with lost herbs and pondered on the next weeks an unstoppable march toward the high n and hopefully alive returnees would continue.
A song of theirs had yet to be heard again after two nights. And the warlock’s eye had told that a song should be heard if the high n’s earthquakes were caused by their feet coming out of the crack they opened in the earth happened.
— I will stay alert for any sounds and tremors. Rest what you can... You’ll fight the most out of us. —
The words of Otrur Nolsvun were recalled.
— Think of your lung and maybe that annoyed mood can change. —
"Tsk. Waste of the earth, not its eye he is." — Drinking the ad he brought from Litilnni’s side, Aslak mumbled displeased at the teasing of old Trur.
"... Two nights... Not many beasts. We will probably find them the more we close onto the high n..."
*Gulp gulp gulp*
"Haaaah... Two nights..." — Staring at the mouth of his drink, Aslak did against his wish to contradict the tribe’s Head.
His fingers that liked the softness of the woman’s fur were stared intensely, recalling with yearning daze its shape and feel... along the visage of its owner.
"Woman... You are odd." — The man told to her mory. — "I should have forced you to say my na... Bloody woman. Makes upset so easily."
The man grimaced in regret once again, rembering the swoon woman’s movent, trying to follow his lips when farewell was told.
"...fuuh..."
A smirk erged, and his lids opened, softening the amber ferocity, pleasantly surprised by how well her image could be seen in his head.
"Darn woman... Ewelina..." — He whispered. Scowling imdiately after as his hand gripped his drink. — "Shit. I have a woman that I can’t fuck because of these high n... This Earthy legend must be real. It’s suffocating without my lung."
Thinking of his duty, conflict invaded the Archduke once again. But the excitent of her blush continued to wander his mind while more of the things he didn’t know he had paid attention to comnced being recalled, transforming the race of his rage into lust.
"Haaah... Ewelina..." — His hand went into his pants as the ti when he confessed this activity while away from her crossed his mind. — "You tightened thinking I did this... fuhh..."
The length of his mber was stroked as he has co to like, and its tip was rubbed, thinking of the entrance of his wife that once penetrated would make her body jerk to the thrust at this mont he wished to give into her body.
"haa... nh... Ewelina..." — His eyes kept closed, aware that if he opened them annoyance would be found to see she wasn’t wrapping his rod.
However, a new illusion was born. For he was still conscious that her moisture was missing.
’Will she do the sa..?’
"Nnhaa.. haa..."
’Her own fingers... Doing as she taught mine...’
"Wife..."
’You will miss my reach, won’t you?’
"Huff...nnh.. Hahh... Mmh Ewelina..."
The movent of his hand beca sharper, and the illusion of his wedded pleasing herself between the sheets they had tangled in excited him greatly.
Nonetheless, the peak of self-pleasure was difficult to reach when deprived of her presence. At least, that had been the case before eting her for the last ti.
For it was the woman’s mouth emitting a sound he had yet to hear what brought hazard before... Unlike tonight.
— Aslak...—
"! Ah, Ewelina...n!"
— mm... Aslak... my spouse...—
"Hah.. Ahh... Woman... Damn it... Huff..."
Heated, his hand was stared with gasping breathing. And drowsy to the energy used, he swallowed, thirstily frowning, annoyed at the result of his lonely works.
"This seed... Should be filling your insides, Ewelina..."
A woman reaching her climax... Of curly hair, and a slim naked figure was dread of. Wishing for the kiss of her sweet edges and the innocent but fierce brown gaze under his fra.
"... I can’t endure a month." — True determination flashed his hues.
The woman’s existence had craved its roots in his lungs, and the awareness of her absence was not sothing Aslak could turn a blind eye to anymore out of pride.
— rely co back. You have a wife that will wait patiently. —
"Your spouse is not patient, Ewelina. Two weeks might be impossible... But three weeks, it will not be further than that..."
Taking the earth in his hand Aslak wiped away every resulting trace of his lust, using the water at last to finish its dismissal.
Laying back, his thoughts blankly closed his lids and inhaled the nature along his sweat. Regardless, her words kept roaming his mind, which he fought uselessly until his severe expression grinned... still bothered as the satisfying sensation settled while he recited her words.
"... ’A wife that will wait’... Hellish ground... She better be... Or I’ll be upset this ti."
Only for a mont to confuse his mind he remained pacific to gain the rest that would not co with sleep.
Once the sun was high enough to illuminate Sortnafeigr, his beard was cut to give start to the hast march the many savages and Jazhara’s guard needed to finish.
Whether for the returnees, the danger of the high n, the surveyance of the capricious earth... Or the need of a spouse to return ho helping the wait of a youthful wife... This journey should be brief.
Much more, after the song of the hands the warlock heard with the help of his earthy eye was inford.
"Things aren’t good. If we don’t hurry they will start roaming... Sortnafeigr... Its earth expelled them for a reason. We have to get there before no returnee can hold them back."
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