Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 25
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 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 gave his phone a forlorn look, Natalie’s message that she’d gone home for the break flitting away. He’d really been looking forward to spending more time with her. There had been an interesting art exhibit that he thought she’d enjoy. It was all about food, some famous artist’s deconstruction of flavor and how to experience it through art. Kal didn’t really get it, but she might.
What to do on a Friday night with no-one around? Maybe he should have taken up Kaylie and Hana’s offer to see that movie, but the thought of sitting between the two while they sniffled at a sappy love scene made him want to gag. Why did every romance need to be tragic? Love wasn’t that hard.
... said the guy still a little hung up on his ex.
The memory of Inna snuggling up to him after their first time made him grimace.
One of these days, those random thoughts about her would stop. It wasn’t like she thought of him anymore...
Kal grunted, distracting himself with rummaging through the fridge. Clicking his tongue in disappointment at the distinct absence of beer, he considered dipping into the liquor cabinet for something stronger.
Eyeing the dusty cabinet, handles untouched for longer than he could remember, he wasn’t even sure anything in there was still drinkable. Ms. Aberdeen only ever opened it on special occasions, so who knew how old the booze in there even was.
Still mulling over the thought of drinking booze of questionable potability, he noticed the shuffling upstairs. He hadn’t realized Melissa was still home, assuming she was out with her, ugh, boyfriend.
The day she finally dumped that guy would be a victory for the few braincells she still had bumping around her noggin as they all seemed to die tragic deaths whenever they were around that Trent guy.
Ugh, Cupid had really screwed the pooch on that one.
A pair of heels came bouncing down the stairs, clattering with every step as they eventually skidded to a halt on the floor below. Heavy footfalls, like someone was dramatically putting their full weight into each step, caused the stairs to creak. A frustrated groan followed, like a ghost that hadn’t fully committed to the whole haunting thing just yet.
Well, at least Melissa was in a chipper mood.
Hair bouncing with every step, Melissa descended in the plodding gate of a zombie. In full makeup, her rosy cheeks and long lashes did nothing to liven that dead stare of hers. Hands hanging limply at her sides while she slouched, the hem of her dress fluttered past her knees with every thud of her bare feet on the wood steps.
“What’s up, party girl,” Kal said, making sure to put in just enough pep to rub her the wrong way.
“Shut up,” she mumbled, purposefully bumping into him and coming to a halt. “Move.”
Kal glanced to his left and right, more than enough room for Melissa to have gone around him, but no, she just had to go through the middle.
Bowing to her, he stepped aside, sweeping his arms in an open invitation to the kitchen.
Melissa just grumbled, plodding along until she flopped into her seat at the kitchen table.
“So, big plans?” he asked, dialing the pep back.
“Ugh.”
“Me too.”
“Ugh.”
“What’s his excuse? Mine decided to go out of town.”
“Didn’t have one,” she mumbled, her cheek on the table. “Ghosted me. Were supposed to go to a nice dinner.”
“Art exhibit for me. Don’t give me that look,” he said at her arched brow. “I can do art. It’s cool with all its ... shapes ... and shit.”
Melissa snorted, pulling herself up into an actual sitting position.
“Well, that makes it official,” she said. “If you’re taking her somewhere you hate, then she’s your girlfriend.”
“So, by that logic, since he’s never taken you—”
“Finish that sentence and die.”
“Fine. I’m just saying, you could do better.”
Her glare didn’t seem particularly vicious. She probably knew it, too.
“So, what are two losers without dates to do?” he asked, sliding the chair opposite her out and taking a seat.
“Speak for yourself.”
“Says the girl all made up without a date. Unless ... you dressed up for me?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” she said, a hint of a grin forming at the edge of her lips. “I’d never put on a dress for you.”
“Naked? How scandalous,” Kal said, fanning himself.
The old cork coaster bounced harmlessly off his chest. It was a good thing the solid marble coasters were on the dining room table. Those might have left a mark.
“Do we have anything to drink?” Melissa asked, changing the subject.
“Okay, A, you’re too young to drink, and B, I already checked.”
“Counter argument, shut up.”
“Hm, compelling. Do go on.”
“Have you checked the booze closet yet?” she asked, heading right for the old cabinet. The hinges squeaked as they swung open, revealing nearly empty bottles of random spirits collected throughout the ages. “Want something?”
“Boy, you must really be desperate if you’re going to try that stuff.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she said, pulling out two of the dustiest bottles he’d ever seen.
“Do you even know what’s in there?”
“Why? Do you?”
Kal eyeballed the sloshing neon-green liquid at the bottom. “Is it supposed to look like it’s radioactive?”
“Quit being a baby and get out the glasses.”
Kal sighed in defeat, grabbing two shot glasses and placing them at the table. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been contemplating it himself.
Melissa grabbed the basket-o-random-crap, setting it down in the middle of the table, the two bottles of dubious liquids to either side.
“Liars dice,” she said, scooping out ten mismatched dice and depositing five in front of him. “House rules.”
House rules meant that not only was cheating allowed, it was encouraged. It had started when Melissa was eleven, when she refused to play anything unless they could cheat ... mostly because she sucked at the games. It didn’t matter what the game was; Poker, Battleship, Tic Tac Toe, even Scrabble. Many a night had they spent yelling, causing distractions, and colluding with one another to steal tiles, bend pieces, or straight up erase scores. Poor Hana, she was still hopeless at it.
Covering the dice with one hand, Kal watched as Melissa did the same, both staring each other down.
“Loser takes a shot,” Melissa said.
“Obviously. And ... Loser cleans the shower.”
“Ew, I don’t want to do that.”
“It’s your damn hair,” he countered.
“No, it’s not.”
“It’s red!”
“ ... could be a ghost,” she offered, before finally giving in. “Fine, Loser cleans the shower ... and also the winners room.”
“You literally just watched me clean my room. I get nothing out of this deal.”
“Fine. Loser has to do one thing the winner wants.”
“Oh, you are going to have so much fun cleaning the gutters,” Kal said, his smirk growing at her shudder of revulsion. “I accept.”
Dice rattled under their cupped hands as they bounced around, both watching the other to make sure they weren’t slipping extra dice in.
“Brains before beauty,” Kal said.
“But ... then when would you play?”
“Har har.”
“Two threes.”
A classic gambit, she hadn’t even looked at her dice yet. Two could play at that.
“Three ones.”
Melissa’s eyes narrowed, her hand lifting briefly to look at her dice. Her index finger lightly brushed one of the dice, probably flipping it over.
“Three fives.”
Covering his dice with both hands to look, he used his pinky finger to flip the single five he had over.
“Show ‘em,” he said with a grin, removing his hands to reveal not a single five.
“You cheated,” Melissa complained, revealing only two in her pool.
“Uh, yeah, obviously. But can you prove it?”
Melissa just grumbled. If they didn’t catch each other red handed, then it didn’t happen.
The old screw top grinded like someone had left peppercorns inside. Kal was pretty sure a puff of dust in the shape of a skull wafted out of the bottle.
Tipping the viscous liquid into her glass, it gooped more than poured.
He’d give her credit, she didn’t even hesitate, tilting her head back and sucking down the neon liquid like it was a Jello-shot. It might have been a trick of the light, but her face seemed a bit greener.
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