Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 1: (Hana)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1: (Hana) - 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 First Oral Sex
The walls of this house, once a bastion to Hana to protect all that was important to her while keeping the world at bay, felt ephemeral, as though it had never been there to begin with. As that structure dissipated, chaos flooded in like a tide, swallowing their home and pulling it under. Unseen tentacles gripped the foundation, dragging it lower, as the cold encroached. It seeped upwards, oozing along the familiar hallways, now a shadowy mockery of themselves.
Hana’s door shuddered, groaning as this unknown carnal ravenousness chewed at her final defenses. The walls of her room bent and buckled, savage cracks spreading like searching tendrils. As though swallowed by that hunger, the light fled, only a specter of that illumination remaining around her.
Shivering in the growling sea around her, Hana hugged her legs to her chest, panic in her heart as it seeped into her. That swirling mass around her stole her cries, stealing even her voice.
Color bled from the world, and with it, any warmth that remained within her.
Ice flowed in her veins as she was unmade, gasping in horror as malice consumed her. A single golden eye, a burning halo surrounding it so yellow it burned, gazed unblinking upon her. Ivory fangs glistened in hunger.
A single clear word rang out, soft and all-encompassing, shaking the world and grinding it to a shuddering halt.
“Mine.”
The chaos ebbed, drawn like an illness from her soul.
Echoing into the void, it dispersed the shadows, color rushing back to fill that emptiness.
Strong arms embraced her, their touch driving away the ice. Breath on her skin chased away the fear.
“Mine,” he said, the word soft in her ear, as gentle as a lover’s kiss. “My mate.”
“Kal!” Hana jerked awake, the cry on her lips as her head darted in search of him. Wherever she looked, wisps of that nightmare remained ... but not him.
Hana stroked her neck, the echo of his touch still warming her skin.
The voice that had chased the darkness, those words that had heated her ... those had been his. Kal’s voice.
“Mate,” she whispered, the soft longing in his voice running down her spine.
Now awake, the memories of what she’d seen last night threatened to drown her.
Staggering to her feet, she pulled the robe around her tighter to shield herself from those images.
It had to have been a dream. Kal wouldn’t ... couldn’t have done that. Not with Kaylie. Not with his sister.
Almost running down the hall, floorboards squeaking as she moved with uncertain purpose, Hana rushed to Kal’s room. Sun shone brightly through the windows, cresting the trees in their backyard, casting her shadow as she stalked nearer.
It hadn’t been real. It couldn’t have been real.
Lurching to a halt, inches from his door, her resolve fled.
What if it had been real? What if he and Kaylie had done the unspeakable?
Kaylie’s moan from the other side of the door stabbed at Hana’s heart, spurring her into motion.
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