Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 17
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 17 - 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
Kal loaded the washing machine with his sheets and bedding following Natalie’s visit, once more lamenting the mess they’d made. On top of the copious amount of cum, Natalie had sprayed her own juices all over, soaking nearly through the mattress. Just trying to press the sheets into the machine blasted her scent into his face, making him rock-hard once more.
It hadn’t even been ten minutes since she’d left, and he was already raring to go again.
It had taken all his self-control not to push into her wet hole. Given that she’d only recently given blowjobs, she was probably inexperienced with full penetration. Her first experience should be more than some impromptu fuck session.
His cock twitched at the thought of plundering Natalie’s tight insides. Of feeling her constrict around him while he pressed into her virgin hole.
“Laundry? Twice in one week? Who are you and what have you done with Kal?” Hana’s teasing voice shook him out of his fantasy of taking Natalie on her bed.
Quickly jamming the remaining bedding into the machine, Kal received the full blast of Natalie’s creamy scent.
“Huh? Uh, yeah, you know, uh, wanted to be clean,” Kal stuttered, turning his body to hide the erection jutting straight out in his pants.
There wasn’t much space in the laundry room, barely enough for two people to stand side-by-side, but that didn’t deter Hana. She scooted behind Kal, her soft breasts rubbing along his back, to get to the drier.
The washing machine clunked as Kal shifted away from Hana, driving his erection into the metal side painfully.
Hana settled by the drier, bending at the waist to open the door and retrieve her clothes.
Kal fought the urge to stare at Hana’s lovely butt as it wiggled enticingly.
“So, do I need to have the talk with you?” Hana asked with a teasing smile on her lips as she pulled a set of lace panties from the drier.
“Wha—what talk?” Kal asked, swallowing hard as the unbidden image of Hana prancing around in nothing but those panties danced through his head.
“You know,” Hana said, her eyes moving toward the washing machine emphatically, “the talk.”
“Right! Right, the talk. Uh, no, I, uh, I’m good.”
Turning on the washing machine, Kal attempted to flee the narrow confines of the room without accidentally poking Hana in the most embarrassing way possible. He had almost completed his escape when Hana wrapped him in a big hug from behind, her hands wrapping around his waist inches from his throbbing erection.
“I’m only teasing, sweety. No need to be so embarrassed.”
The low rumbling in his chest was thankfully hidden by the sounds of rushing water filling the washing machine.
“I like Natalie,” Hana said, resting her cheek against his back. “She’s a sweet girl. I’m really glad you’re getting back out there. I was worried about you.”
Kal swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his chest inflating rapidly as Hana’s flowery scent invaded his nose. Not trusting himself to say anything, he just nodded and held his breath to try and calm himself down.
Upon his release, Kal fled the small room. Bracing himself against the hallway wall, he panted heavily as his vision narrowed.
“Mine,” He growled softly to himself.
He came to a halt at the end of the hallway where Kaylie stood. Her eyes were locked on him, her nostrils flaring as she breathed deeply.
“Oh, I moved the spare sheets in the closet,” Hana called from the laundry room. “They’re on the top shelf now.”
Tearing his gaze from Kaylie, Kal focused on the hallway closet beside him.
“Right. Thanks, Hana,” he said.
His eyes continuously wandered back to Kaylie, who never moved from her spot, as he mechanically pulled out the sheets. Her breathing was shallow, her pupils dilated. Like a cat ready to pounce.
His chest rumbled as he walked by her toward his room.
“Mine,” she murmured, her head swiveling to follow him as he departed.
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