The trees finally started thinning out behind them as the three of them hit that old dirt path leading back to the village.
Kyle was just strolling along, but Garrick and Luna were in way better spirits... probably because of that black fur they were carrying so carefully. It's really rare stuff.
"Still can't really believe our luck," Garrick muttered, shifting the heavy load on his back. "Black bear fur like this? Honestly, you don't see it much."
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.
***
Kyle finally got inside the mayor's house and the heat just hit him right away.
Eleanor was already there.
She sat real close at the table, wiping the blood off with a towel before putting fresh bandages on those scratches on his arm and shoulder.
She was being so careful. Kinda slow... like she didn't want to hurt him.
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."
Right then, his eyes flared crimson—but Eleanor and Alden didn't notice. Kyle already told them to just ignore whatever happened with his eyes anyway.
`Eleanor is basically starving for it... and since you can't do anything about it, I'm just gonna do it myself.` The thought just pushed into Alden's head. `It's so embarrassing, but you don't really have a choice.`
Alden rubbed his head and mumbled. "Yeah?"
Kyle put an arm around Eleanor and pulled her close. His hand rested against her plump breast through the dress. Her nipple peaked instantly.
"I'm hard now," Kyle said with a smirk. "you mind if Eleanor helps me out a bit?"
Eleanor stopped breathing for a second. She looked at Alden, totally shocked, with her eyes wide.
She tried to speak, but Alden beat her to it.
And what he said... it was the last thing she ever 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 grabbed his pants and yanked them down. his dick popped out—thick, lots of veins, already leaking.
Eleanor gasped and legs squeezed. Her fingers were twitching, like she didn't know whether to pull away or reach out.
She saw it last night, but it was dark then. She couldn't see the details. Now that it's right there, her body just reacted.
Alden looked totally pale. He stared at how thick Kyle was, then looked at his own small bulge—barely hard, honestly embarrassing.
"Go on," Kyle said, slapping it against her cheek. "Show your husband how to worship a real one."