Eleanor gasped softly. "You're... you're leaving?"
Alden looked up in surprise. "Already? I thought you would stay longer."
Kyle nodded calmly. "Yeah. I've been thinking about it for a while now."
Eleanor lowered her gaze, lips pressed together. There was no anger in her expression—only disappointment and sadness.
"And where will you go?" she asked.
"Stonehelm," Kyle said. "You told me that it is the nearest city."
Alden's eyes widened slightly. "Stonehelm? That's... not a small place."
Kyle shrugged. "That's the point."
The table fell silent again.
"...I see," she murmured.
Kyle slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her a little closer. Then he slid his hands inside her robe, gripping her bare breasts and teasing her stiff nipples.
"But before I leave," he purred, giving her nipple a sharp pinch. "I intend to fill you up today."
Eleanor arched into his touch, biting her lip to stifle a moan, her pussy clenching with lust. Alden shifted in his seat, trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants.
Alden cleared his throat. "If you're heading to Stonehelm... you don't have to go alone."
Kyle looked at him. "Oh?"
He explained. "Garrick and Luna go there every few days. They sell their hunt, restock supplies, that sort of thing."
Kyle's eyes narrowed slightly, thoughtful.
"They're leaving to Stonehelm tomorrow morning," Alden continued. "You could go with them."
Kyle considered it. Traveling with them would definitely be better. They know the way and are used to it, and Kyle would also need someone to guide him around the city.
"That works," Kyle said after a moment. "Tell them I'll join."
Alden nodded. "I will."
As the day wore on, Kyle and Eleanor couldn't keep their hands off each other, stealing kisses and caresses whenever they could.
Later that evening, they found themselves back in the bedroom, tangled up in the sheets as the sun began to set outside the window.
Kyle rolled Eleanor onto her back, hovering over her with a hungry grin.
"I'm going to miss this tight little pussy," he growled, rubbing his hard cock against her wet slit.
"Ahhh! Yes, please Kyle!" Eleanor begged, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Don't stop, I need your big cock so badly!"
The lewd sounds of their fucking filled the room, and the obscene sight of Eleanor's tits bouncing as she was pounded by Kyle.
"Fuck, I'm getting close," Kyle grunted, slamming into Eleanor harder and faster. "Get ready, slut. I'm going to pump you full of so much cum."
"YES! Fill me up, please!" Eleanor screamed, throwing her head back as her pussy clenched around Kyle's pistoning cock.
And so, they continued like that, until night passed and morning came.
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Morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and pale, washing over the quiet room.
Kyle was already awake.
He stood near the edge of the bed, pulling on the clothes he had bought days earlier—simple clothing suitable for the city.
He fastened the belt around his waist, then reached for the dagger resting on the table nearby and slid it into the sheath on the belt.
Behind him, Eleanor sat up slightly, the blanket slipping from her shoulders as she watched him prepare, her eyes following every movement.
"So soon..." she murmured.
Kyle turned to her, his expression calm, unreadable. He stepped closer and brushed a hand through her hair.
"I told you," he said quietly. "I won't grow stronger by staying here."
Her lips trembled, but she nodded. "I know."
Alden stood near the doorway, already dressed, his posture stiff. He avoided Kyle's gaze at first—then forced himself to meet it.
"Be careful," he said. It wasn't a question.
Kyle gave a faint nod.
"I'm always careful."
He leaned down and pressed a brief kiss to Eleanor's lips. Then he straightened and moved toward the door. His hand rested on the handle—but he stopped.
For a moment, he stood there in silence. Then he turned back.
Eleanor and Alden both looked at him, confused.
Kyle's eyes flared crimson. The shift was instant as his skill activated.
`Forget the unnatural things. Forget what doesn't belong in your normal lives. Return to who you were meant to be.`
The orders slipped into their minds smoothly—without force, without cruelty.
Kyle watched as the tension drained from their faces.
As memories blurred. As influence faded.
He exhaled softly. `I'm leaving. There's no reason to leave shadows behind.`
With that, he turned and opened the door.
The morning air was cool as he stepped outside.
The village gate was already busy when Kyle arrived.
A wooden carriage stood nearby, its wheels worn from frequent travel. Garrick was tightening a strap near the back while Luna checked their supplies.
They both looked up when Kyle approached.
"...Are you sure about leaving?" Luna asked.
Kyle nodded. "I'm sure."
Garrick scratched his head. "Didn't think you'd leave so soon."
Kyle shrugged. "Didn't want to overstay my welcome."
"Well," Garrick said, climbing onto the carriage, "you picked a good day for it."
Kyle stepped up, settling into his seat as the driver snapped the reins.
The village gates slowly faded behind them.
Ahead—Stonehelm awaited.