Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 19
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 19 - 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.
Skidding on the icy river, his claws scrabbling to find purchase, He unceremoniously crashed into a dense pile of snow, a fluffy white cloud bursting into the air like a bulldozer had smashed through the embankment. It rained down upon him, covering his dark fur and obscuring his vision.
He shook himself off, cocking his head as though listening to something in the distance.
What had that been?
Kal.
Head swiveling around, there wasn’t anything out of place. The icy rivers still crisscrossed the frozen land, drifts of fresh snow blowing and keeping the scenery forever white and pure. Far above, the misty peak of the mountain loomed overhead.
Was that a name? What was a name?
Kal.
Warily backing up, ears lowered, He bared his fangs at whatever was happening.
He yipped in surprise when the brown-furred beauty nipped at his side, her tongue lolling in laughter as his hairs bristled.
Eyes sparkling, She wagged her tail playfully before running off in a swirl of snow.
Kal awoke with a start, his eyes bleary as he looked around the pitch-black room. A strange dissonance arose as the wisps of a curious dream juxtaposed with the plain room. Furrowing his brows, he reached out, touching the bedpost of the old bed, feeling the rough texture of the worn wood rub against his claws.
Claws? No, they were fingers. Why had he thought of them as claws?
His hands searched the bed in the dark, finding nothing but sheets.
Why was he alone? Where was his mate? She had been there moments before. She’d lain beneath him as they had...
Kal shook his head to get the cobwebs out. Everything seemed so jumbled. Was he even in his bed now? Who even was he?
A deep growl reverberated in his chest, his teeth bared as the door silently swung open. Eyes narrowing, his shoulders tensed, ready to pounce.
A familiar scent wafted on the air, easily distinguishable over the myriads of smells in this place.
It was her ... and yet ... not her.
Beneath the off-putting smell of soap lay her natural scent. Fresh like a spring meadow. Distinct. Across all the realms and all the worlds, He’d know her. Her form, once the most pleasingly lithe creature on four limbs, stood on two now, her magnificent coat of soft fur replaced by a thin sheet of fabric.
Her eyes still twinkled with spirit and mischief.
With a grace unbecoming of her new form, She walked delicately closer. Her hair shook free of the loose binding, letting it hang across her elegant shoulders.
Drawing nearer, her hands rose to her shoulders, dainty fingers pulling on thin straps. With the softest murmur of fabric, the cloth slid from her, revealing her body in all her glory. Her chest, each breast more than a handful, heaved with each of her deep breaths. Her slim and toned stomach led to bountiful, child-rearing hips.
The faintest shimmer of yellow colored her eyes, her gaze unbroken, as She slipped into the bed. Her chest vibrated from the force of her purrs, lips nuzzling his neck.
Burying his nose in her mane, He breathed deep her fragrance. Memories of their time together played before his eyes. Running in the snow, chasing one another. Rolling in the blooming fields beneath her tree. Mating in his den, her yips and whimpers driving him on.
He wanted to taste every inch of her. Experience her as She was now. Be with her as they were meant to be. Mated. A family. A pack.
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