Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 27
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 27 - 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
Kaylie yelped as she fell onto the floor, her sheets wrapped around her like she’d been practicing ballet while asleep. Mister Snuffles, her long-time teddy, lay clamped between her teeth, his pitiful eyes asking why she was abusing him.
Gently releasing Mister Snuffles, Kaylie tasted fur she’d somehow gnawed off him in her sleep. While she had occasionally nibbled on his little ears when younger, she couldn’t recall the last time she’d done so, let alone chewed on him.
“Sorry Mister Snuffles,” she said, wiping the remnants of drool from his midsection and patting his patchy fur back in place.
Kaylie rubbed her jaw, the achiness suggesting she’d been clamped on him for most of the night.
With only a modicum of difficulty, she eventually managed to disentangle herself from her sheets.
It had been a shame that Kal hadn’t come out to the movies with her and Hana, but he probably would have just killed the mood by dry-heaving whenever the star-crossed-lovers gazed lovingly into one another’s eyes. Kal was a lot of things, but a romantic wasn’t one of them.
Many tissues later, she and Hana had made their way back home around 1 AM, crashing in their respective beds as soon as they’d arrived. There was something cathartic about crying their eyes out about lost love and snuggling into a solitary bed afterwards. It just made the longing that much stronger.
Speaking of which, she was going to snuggle Kal’s brains out. Well, as long as she could wrestle him away from Hana. She’d been a mess last night and Kaylie had been hogging him, so she really did deserve a turn. But afterwards ... all the snuggles.
Descending to the kitchen in a set of comfy fluffy leggings and oversized shirt ala Kal, the sweet scent of buttered biscuits flooded her nose. No Saturday morning was complete without Hana’s baked munchies.
Of course, Hana flit around the kitchen, moving between the pan of fresh buttermilk biscuits steaming on the rack, the jam compote cooling in the jar, and a second and third rack of goodies still in the over. Hair up in cute ponytail, flour sprinkled on her forehead and cheek, wearing her pink heart apron.
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