Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 18
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 18 - 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
Fluffing her freshly trimmed blonde hair, Natalie posed in front of the mirror, trying out new hairstyles. Parting her hair down the middle and shaking her head, she tried out the traditional long bob look, letting her straight hair frame her thin face.
“Pass,” Monique’s voice chimed from the phone, haphazardly propped up by a book and half-empty bottle of water to let them facetime. “Too traditional.”
“How about this?” Natalie asked, parting it to one side, giving her more volume and a flirtier look.
“Has promise,” Monique said. “Maybe some highlights and a tight dress and you’d be ready to go clubbing.”
“Maybe just a ponytail?” Gathering her hair loosely in one hand, she draped it over her shoulder.
“Always good to give him a handle to pull on.”
It wasn’t possible to have a conversation with her without it heading in this direction. There was a reason she was so popular at her college, not least of all because she worked out all the time. A classic ‘cool kid’, she was the yang to Natalie’s yin. At times, it was hard to believe they shared parents.
“ ... Shut up.”
Monique perked up at the slight hesitation, a smirk spreading on her lips. Natalie flinched at her bloodhound-like ability to sniff out gossip.
“Oh? Did I hit close to home?”
“N—no.”
“Oh my GOD! Dish! Is he big? Long?” Monique held up two fingers, slowly spreading them further apart. “Stop me when I get it.”
“Um, oh, look, dad’s calling,” Natalie said, grabbing her phone from its resting spot. “Uh, you’re breaking up. Kshsh.”
“Natalie! Tell me! Don’t you hang—”
“By~e.”
Flopping back onto her bed, she let out a sigh, her feet kicking lightly in thought. She ignored the deluge of pings from Monique on her phone, various eggplant emojis scrolling on her home screen. She’d eventually lose interest ... hopefully.
Setting her phone to silent for some peace, Natalie pondered on how she was going to bring up the whole ‘not wolfing out’ thing to her dad. Ever since Monique’s ill-fated attempts to focus her chi through crystals had blown up in her face, he’d taken a hard stance on keeping to traditions and not experimenting anymore. Four generations in and still not a cure in sight.
But she did have a cure ... he just might be kind of hard to share. It wasn’t his smell alone that did it, and she’d be damned if she let Monique dive her tongue down his throat ... or swallow his dick. Glancing at the phone, now vibrating with messages about size and girth, the latter seemed more likely. Not that she actually would ... probably. Monique was a lot of things, but a boyfriend stealing back-stabber wasn’t one of them ... probably.
... Maybe best just to keep them far, far away from each other. At least until she’d locked him down in permanent boyfriend status.
Natalie needed some time to think, and the constant buzzing of the phone wasn’t helping. Donning a light jacket, she went to clear her head with a run.
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