The forest slowly thinned behind them as the trio emerged onto the familiar dirt path leading back to the village.
Kyle walked at an unhurried pace, while Garrick and Luna were in visibly better spirits—especially with the rare black fur carefully bundled between them.
"Can't believe our luck," Garrick said, adjusting the load on his back. "Black bear fur like this doesn't show up often."
Luna nodded, eyes bright. "This alone will sell for more than all our previous hunts combined."
Kyle gave a faint smile. "Sounds like you two earned it."
Garrick snorted. "You say that like you weren't the one who almost got flattened."
"Almost," Kyle replied calmly.
At the village edge, they split paths.
Garrick and Luna headed straight toward the marketplace, already discussing prices and buyers, while Kyle turned toward the mayor's house.
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By the time Kyle stepped inside the mayor's house, the warmth of the interior wrapped around him instantly.
Eleanor was already there.
She sat close beside him at the table, using a clean towel to wipe away the blood before securing fresh bandages over the shallow scratches on his arm and shoulder. Her touch was careful, unhurried.
Alden sat across from them at the table, official papers from his work as mayor spread out before him. He skimmed through them, speaking casually. "So... a bear this time?"
"Black one," Kyle replied. "And big."
Alden let out a low whistle. "That explains the fur. Garrick will be talking about this for weeks."
Eleanor smiled faintly but didn't say anything. Her focus remained on Kyle's injuries. But Kyle noticed how her eyes kept sneaking glances downward, toward his cock.
Alden continued talking, oblivious. "You should rest more. Hunts like that are exhausting."
"I feel fine," Kyle said easily.
Eleanor moved closer, wrapping the bandage. Kyle seized the moment and leaned close to her ear.
"You've been staring a lot," he whispered, a hint of teasing in his voice. "Do you want to see my cock that much~?"
She froze, bandage crumpling in her fist. Her eyes darted to Alden in panic. He was still reading, unaware.
"A-Alden is here..." she whispered, barely audible.
"Don't worry," he smirked, and whispered back. "He doesn't mind."
Her eyes widened, disbelief flickering across her face as she stared at him.
Kyle said nothing more. Instead, he turned his head slightly, calling casually. "Hey, Alden."
At the same moment, his eyes flared crimson—but neither Eleanor nor Alden noticed it, because Kyle had already ordered them to ignore any change in his eyes.
`Eleanor is sexually frustrated... so, since you can't satisfy her, I'll do it myself.` The command slid into Alden's mind. `It is humiliating and shameful, but you don't have a choice.`
Alden rubbed his temples as he replied. "Yes?"
Kyle's arm slipped around Eleanor's shoulders, pulling her slightly closer. His hand rested against her plump breast through the dress. Her nipple peaked instantly.
"My cock's hard after the hunt," Kyle smirked. "Would you mind if Eleanor helped me ease it a little?"
Eleanor's breath caught. She turned toward Alden in disbelief, eyes wide and lips parting in shock. She opened her mouth to speak, but Alden beat her to it.
And what he said next was the last thing she expected.
"Ahem..." He cleared his throat. "I… don't mind. As long as Eleanor is fine with it."
He looked away, jaw tightening slightly as he pretended to focus on his papers again.
Eleanor felt like the ground had vanished beneath her. Just a moment ago, she had been terrified of her husband's reaction—but now… she heard him agree.
Kyle leaned closer to her again, his hand was fondling her breast.
"Oh, don't worry," he murmured softly. "She's fine with it... Right?"
His fingers squeezed her nipple—hard enough to make her let out a soft moan.
Her gaze flicked toward Alden, searching his face—not to refuse, but to be sure he truly meant it. The realization only deepened her embarrassment.
Kyle's touch grounded her, stirring what she had been trying to suppress. Her hesitation softened.
After a long, trembling moment, she nodded—slowly and hesitantly.
Kyle smirked. He reached up, grabbing her chin and turning her face toward his. Before she could react, his lips met hers.
Eleanor's eyes widened in shock. Her body went still, caught completely off guard. From the corner of her vision, she glanced toward Alden.
He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, casting furtive glances their way—yet he said nothing.
The hesitation faded away. Eleanor's hands rose, pressing against Kyle's chest as she kissed him back, clumsy at first—then with growing intent.
Kyle deepened the kiss, moving his tongue deeper. Their breath was hot and the taste was sweet. Sloppy kissing sounds cracked through the room.
`Watch your wife melt, husband.` Kyle chuckled inwardly, tongue plunging deeper.
They lingered for a moment longer before finally pulling apart, a silver thread of spit snapped between their lips.
Kyle's gaze flicked toward Alden for a brief moment. There was no anger—only humiliation, quiet acceptance, and a twisted sense of excitement.
`Tastes even sweeter when he's watching,` Kyle smirked, thumb wiping Eleanor's swollen mouth.
Kyle straightened slowly. Then he grabbed his pants and pulled them down. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, already leaking precum.
Eleanor gasped, thighs squeezing. `So much bigger...` Her fingers twitched, torn between recoiling and reaching.
She had seen it the night before, but the darkness had hidden the details. Now, seeing it clearly, lust lit her eyes, and her body responded instantly, heat pooling low as her underwear dampened.
Alden's face drained of color. His gaze locked on Kyle's girth, then flicked to his own pathetic bulge—half-hard, shameful.
"Go on," Kyle murmured, slapping his dick against Eleanor's cheek. "Show your husband how a real cock tastes."