Call of the Wild
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Chapter 33
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 33 - 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
The full moon cast its wan light down onto the woods. The sparse canopy barely obstructed it, lighting up the quiet ground below. The light glinted off the long metal barrel of the rifle as it tracked its quarry.
Allison took slow and controlled breaths, her hands so steady the barrel barely shook. Her eyes were locked onto the shadowy shape that slunk between the trees. She had been training her whole life for this moment. Releasing her breath, her finger curled on the trigger.
The gunshot shattered the silence of the night. The shape flew back, disappearing into the darkness. Allison pulled the bolt back, the spent shell ejecting as she chambered the next. Sighting her target as it tried to stand up, she squeezed the trigger again, the impact jarring her shoulder.
The shape collapsed in the distance.
Once more, Allison ejected the shell, chambering the next. Holding her aim steady, she waited for the shape to move again.
Controlling her breathing, Allison silently counted to ten, finger ready to squeeze the trigger again.
Stillness descended once more onto the woods, as though nothing had happened.
Allison eased her finger from the trigger, the shape silent and unmoving.
Rising from her hidden spot, she cautiously approached with her rifle trained on the shape. Drawing closer, its hideous features become clearer. The long snout. The tooth-filled maw. The savage claws.
With slow steps she drew nearer, never taking her eyes from it. Its eyes reflected the moonlight as it stared unblinking into the sky.
Almost human.
She banished the thought, steadying herself twenty paces from it.
It wasn’t human. Not anymore. It was an animal now. A dangerous one.
After another ten-count, she lowered her rifle. Holding it in her left, she drew her pistol with her right. Quick and smooth, a move she’d practiced for hours on end, she leveled it and shot three rounds into its chest.
Raising the sights to its head, she paused. Hesitation held her finger for just a moment, looking into its eyes.
Almost human.
“I’m sorry, dad,” she whispered.