Revelations and Invitations

The boat gently rocked as it made its way back toward the castle, the bright sun overhead casting a soft glow over the water. Kyle and Amara sat side by side in comfortable silence, the air between them full of unspoken thoughts. Amara rested one hand on her swollen belly, while the other was on her breast, smearing the remains of Kyle cum around her white glossing skin. Her thoughts seemed distant, her expression pensive, though a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she looked at him.

Kyle, for his part, was still processing everything that had happened—he was not sure if that was the power he had, or some weird thing about the elves, or this world. But having just experienced his first handjob from such a voluptuous pregnant MARRIED ELF was a bit overwhelming.

“So,” Kyle began, breaking the silence, “that was... well, more than I expected.”

Amara let out a quiet laugh, her gaze still fixed ahead. “I think I surprised myself too. I’ve never... done something like this before.”

“You mean, even with your hubby?” Kyle tried to sound less boisterous than he felt.

She nodded, eyes shifting toward him. “Yes. We’ve always been reserved. I didn’t let him touch me like that until after we were engaged.”

She paused, then turned her head to look at him with a playful gleam in her eyes. “So, what are we going to do next, Kyle? Another date, perhaps?”

Kyle blinked in surprise at her, his heart leaping in his chest. He hadn’t expected her to suggest it so directly, but the invitation was clear. “You’d... want to?”

Amara smiled, a little coy now, leaning closer. “Of course. Maybe next time, I’ll let you really take the lead. After all, if I’m the one inviting you, I don’t think what happens next could be considered cheating on Marvin.”

Kyle chuckled, trying to process her logic. “I think... no, surely by the law of associativity, it wouldn’t be cheating.”

Amara laughed softly at his response, the sound light and teasing, but there was something deeper in her voice, an acknowledgment of the complex emotions between them. They arrived at the castle, and Amara stood with graceful ease, adjusting her dress as she turned to Kyle. “I’m going to wash up. I’ll leave you to your... conversation with Alistair,” she said, her smile lingering on her lips as she gave him a teasing wink.

Kyle nodded, still processing the whirlwind of emotions, a smile lingering on his face as she walked away, her movements fluid and graceful.

Inside the castle, Alistair was waiting for them by the entrance, his posture stiff but his eyes shining with curiosity. The moment he spotted Kyle, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, looking eager.

“Ah, Kyle! You’re back! So, how did the date go?” Alistair’s voice was light, but there was a hint of genuine interest in his tone.

Kyle swallowed, taking a deep breath. He wasn’t quite sure how to answer, but his mind was still on Amara. “It... went well,” he said slowly, a grin creeping onto his face. “Very well, actually.”

Alistair’s eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise crossing his features. “Really? You didn’t just talk? I assumed that’s all you’d do. I mean, she’s engaged, after all.”

Kyle’s grin didn’t fade, but it became a bit more mischievous. “Well, you see, it’s not always that simple, Alistair.”

Alistair cocked his head, clearly intrigued. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Kyle began, lowering his voice a bit, “we did have a nice time. And Amara... well, let’s just say, he got quite hand, if you know what I mean. He helped me to let go of some... tension.”

Alistair blinked, his brows furrowing in confusion. “What?”

Kyle leaned in, his voice lowering to a more serious tone. “Your sister gave me a hand-job, you know what it is right? When a girl take your little peker in her hand –“

Alistair listen to his before abruptly interrupting, “I know what a handjob is,” Alistair got a bit red and tried not to look at Kyle, “I just through that’s something foreigners do in red-light district. Not my sister.” His face flickered with uncertainty, like a man trying to fit pieces of a puzzle together that didn’t quite match. “But... I thought any kind of contact outside your relationship is cheating, Kyle.”

Kyle smiled slightly, though there was a hint of frustration in his voice. “I get why you’d think that. But it’s not. When someone in a relationship invites me for a date, not a betrayal. It’s not cheating if the engaged person leads the way.”

Alistair’s brows knit as he chewed on Kyle’s explanation, his face a mixture of confusion and contemplation. “So, you’re saying if someone like Amara—who’s already engaged—chooses to give you a handjob, it doesn’t count as cheating?”

“Exactly,” Kyle said, his voice confident now.

Alistair let out a long, thoughtful sigh. “I suppose I’ll need to think about this more,” he muttered, rubbing his temples. “It’s… more complicated than I thought.”

Kyle laughed softly, shaking his head. “Yeah, well, relationships are never as simple as we think.”

Just then, Alistair’s expression shifted, and he looked at Kyle with a more serious glance. “By the way, my other sister—Aria—was looking for you. She said she wanted to ask you something.”

Kyle nodded, his mind still reeling from the conversation. “Thanks, Alistair. I’ll catch up with her.” He turned to head in the direction of Aria’s chambers, but not without a quick, parting glance at the younger man.

Kyle walked through the grand corridors of the castle, his steps light and carefree. The sun had already reached its peak by now, casting a warm golden hue over everything. He was still riding high from his date with Amara earlier that morning, the soft breeze, the peaceful lake, and her warm presence filling his mind. The memory of her soft touch and the way she looked at him with those seductive eyes filled him with a sense of satisfaction, yet there was an undeniable hunger that lingered, a craving for more.

As he turned a corner, he spotted Aria waiting near an ornate wooden door. She stood by the entrance to one of the castle's many sitting rooms, her arms crossed in a contemplative way, her gaze slightly distant.

"Hey," Kyle greeted, his voice light, his smile still lingering from his earlier encounter.

Aria looked up, her expression softening as she met his gaze. "Kyle, I'm glad you're here."

He stepped closer, noticing the way she seemed more serious than usual. There was something in her eyes that made him pause, a hint of worry that he hadn’t seen before.

"Everything okay?" Kyle asked, his voice a bit softer now. "You seemed a little... distant earlier."

Aria gave a small, knowing smile. "Yeah, I guess I’ve been thinking a lot. I’ve got a lot on my mind, actually."

Kyle nodded, feigning concern as he leaned against the wall next to Aria. "Mind if I sit?" he inquired, his eyes drifting down to her open shoulders and tempting cleavage.

Aria nodded, and they both sat down, a comfortable silence hanging in the air for a moment. She looked down at her hands, her fingers twisting in her lap. Kyle waited, sensing she needed a moment to gather her thoughts.

"I... I don’t know if I’ve ever really talked to anyone about this," she began, her voice quieter now. "But with everything that's happening, I’ve been feeling so uncertain."

Kyle leaned forward slightly. "Uncertain about what?"

Aria took a deep breath, her eyes flickering briefly to the window as she spoke. "My engagement. I’m supposed to marry Hector, but I can’t help but feel nervous about it. We’ve never really... done anything... intimate, you know?" She looked down, her cheeks flushing slightly as she spoke. "I’ve always wanted to, but he’s always been the perfect gentleman. And sometimes, I wonder if that means I’m not ready for it. I don’t know if I even know what I’m doing when it comes to... well, that kind of thing."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, surprised by the stupidity of her fiance. "Well, Aria, it's natural to be nervous," he said, his tone gentle. "Besides, I think it’s great that you’re looking at it seriously. And it sounds like Hector is a stand-up guy. If he’s a perfect gentleman, then he’s probably the right guy for you, Aria." He paused, his tone changing to a bit less sincere that he wanted it to. "But hey, if you ever want to just... practice a little before the wedding, you can always ask. You know, just to get more comfortable. It wouldn’t be cheating if you’re just learning."

Aria blinked at him, clearly caught off guard by his bluntness. She bit her lip, a hint of surprise—and maybe a little curiosity—flashing across her face.

"Are you sure?" she asked, her voice a mix of skepticism and intrigue.

Kyle smiled, trying to keep things light. "Well, I mean, if you're just practicing, it doesn’t! It's all about figuring things out, especially when you're nervous about the unknown. I think Hector would be so happy with if you know how to... please him."

Aria leaned back in her chair, her hands still twisted together, and now her gaze lingered on something far away. "Maybe," she said while looking to a side. "I’ve never really thought about it like that. But I would need to know how to... please him then. If I want to be a good wife, like Amara!"

Kyle felt his heart skip a beat at the mention of her sister. He swallowed hard and **** a smile. "Well, if that's what you want, I'd be more than happy to help." He paused, trying to sound as casual as possible.

Aria smiled, her nervousness slowly fading as she shifted in her seat. "Thanks, Kyle," she said, her voice quieter now but more confident. She adjusted her posture, leaning slightly forward, her curiosity evident. "So... where do I start?"