Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 15
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Following a traumatic accident, Kal returns home with a gap in his memories. Strange dreams plague him as uncontrollable urges begin to rise.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Paranormal Were animal Sister Cream Pie Oral Sex
Only the soft rustling of Kaylie’s bare feet as she moved quietly along the carpeted floor gave any indication that anyone was still awake at this sleepy hour. Even Melissa’s late-night humming had fallen silent, giving way to soft snores from everyone else but Kaylie.
With her lower lip caught playfully between her teeth, she subconsciously swayed her hips with every step, the strap of her top falling loosely from her bare shoulder. The fabric of her favorite nightie was soft as silk, teasing her skin and the little hairs of her body with every swish.
Kaylie shook out her hair as she rounded the corner to the upstairs sitting room, letting her soft brown waves cascade down her back.
Breathing through her partially opened mouth, Kaylie paused at his door, her chest rising with every intake. The material of her nightie pulled across the soft lace of her bralette, her nipples growing harder with every passing moment.
A single whimper escaped her, a plaintive cry for his attention.
The door barely squeaked as she pressed it open, the darkness of the room no hinderance to her.
His steady breaths emerged from the depths of his room, a faint rumbling enough to make her skin shiver. Deep and rhythmic ... and waiting for her.
Shutting the door behind her, she was plunged into absolute darkness. Yet even the darkness was bright to her.
Eyes locked onto his powerful form where He slept, She approached.
Peeling back the soft sheets that covered him, her eyes drank in every contour of his bare upper body. His powerful shoulders, the striking muscles along his arms, the way his chest rose with every breath.
As graceful as a cat, she slinked into the bed, the mattress barely even shifting as She lay herself along his form, savoring every inch of his flesh as it brushed along hers.
Nuzzling his chest, her eyes shut to block out everything but the feel of his skin, She purred. The steady beat of his heart traveled through her cheek, syncing with her own.
A shuddering sigh escaped her lips as She breathed in his scent, that heady mix of his making her blood boil.
Running her pink tongue along the outline of his pecs, her fingers on her left hand played softly along his abs.
A sultry whimper, low and lusty, bubbled up from her throat as the taste of his skin wet her tongue.
Her left hand, no longer satisfied by tracing the path of his burgeoning six-pack, had a will of its own, traveling further, until it brushed the bulge in his shorts.
Memories of that first night bubbled up, aroused from the depths of her mind. The excitement. The exhilaration. The passion. The feeling of belonging to him. The feeling of almost having him where He belonged ... inside her.
She breathed hard, slowly lapping at his chest, one hand playing over the growing bulge while the other traveled up her own leg, pushing aside the silky material of her nightie, and stroking the growing wetness that bloomed on her panties.
Trembling with excitement, her probing fingers pressed aside the soft material, revealing the wet mess that lay beneath. A single pass of her fingers between her sodden lips, and the wet smacking of her desire covered the sound of her panting. It coated her fingers with a single stroke, her abdomen clenching as it ran along her swollen clit.
Raising her hips, She peeled off her panties, discarding them onto the floor.
She wouldn’t need them anymore.
Turning herself, She pressed her bare bottom against his bulge, waggling her hips as She whimpered at his inaction.
Her heart stopped at the silence that fell, the steady pace of his breathing replaced by a deep rumbling.
Hips still pressed against his growing erection, She peeked over her shoulder, her eyes meeting his glowing yellow orbs in the darkness.
A single whine left her lips as She slowly resumed rubbing herself against him, their eyes never breaking contact.
His hands, finally responding to her desperate pleading, moved up her body, shooting sparks along her skin. Up her legs, over the curve of her hips, under the thin fabric of her nightie, along her flat and toned stomach, and under the bralette.
She gasped, grinding harder into his lap which now met her, his hands enveloping her tender breasts and playing along her aching nipples. Rolling her hard nipples between his fingers, her wet lips lowered and nibbled at her ear lobes.
His thrusts grew hungrier. Harder. As the rumbling in his chest grew, so did his passion. With every thrust, his waistband pulled back, the tip of his cock inching closer to release.
Her whines turned into moans as the heat of his bare cock warmed her skin and the stickiness of his precum spread along her cheeks. Arching her back brought that delicious heat to rub along her soaked lips, the tip bumping her rosebud. Between his cock stirring her loins, his palms rubbing her breasts and his teeth scratching along her neck, that fire deep insider her burst into a roaring inferno.
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