Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 8: (Hana)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 8: (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
Tugging at the front of her sleeveless blouse, the top three buttons already popped yet none of the heat suffusing her seemed to ebb, Hana squirmed restlessly in her home office seat. Her light blazer had been doffed early in the morning, her face warm to the touch as though feverish. Feigning technical issues, she’d kept the camera off, attending her meetings off-screen while she tried desperately to cool herself.
It wasn’t as though her room was overly hot, but confined to the small space felt stuffy, no amount of repositioning and squirming in her seat made her any more comfortable. Cracking the window open, Hana breathed a sigh of relief as that cooling air grazed the bare flesh of her arms and chest. Goosebumps raised as she shivered in delight, fanning her shirt to invite the air to chill the burning furnace between her breasts.
Hana squeaked, a powerful shiver shooting down her spine as her hand brushed her chest, her nipples standing hard at attention for some reason. Against the pale lavender material, popping through her padding, they poked out like she was braless in a winter storm. Her attempt to warm them and get them under control only made her legs tremble, though thankfully she’d muffled the slight moan that had threatened to spill out.
Was it possible to have hot flashes at this age? She wasn’t even in her thirties, yet this unbearable heat made her pant and squirm like she was having an anxiety attack.
Returning to her screen, Hana stared at the budgeting software interface, trying to make sense of what she’d been working on.
What even had she been doing? The screen looked unfamiliar, like someone had jury-rigged a dashboard, but none of the figures made sense.
Hana tried again and again to focus on the numbers, but her eyes would glaze over, and she’d be forced to start over again. By the fourth try even the beginning figures seemed different.
Sighing in frustration, Hana rested her forehead on the wooden desk, enjoying that momentary coolness against her burning skin.
Maybe she just had a fever. If she just closed her eyes for a bit, then maybe she’d feel better.
Shutting out the world around her, letting the gentle hum of the processor lull her, Hana closed her eyes and emptied her mind, only to find it already pre-occupied. Sounds so loud they seemed to be next to her echoed. A wet slapping sound. Rhythmic. Steady.
Hana’s core clenched, her legs twitching in rhythm to that steady beat.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
Lips parted to draw in hungry breath, Hana sat awash the wet sounds she’d summoned that night, her mind inexorably imagining Kal and Kaylie in their forbidden act.
Deep. Wild. Untamed.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
Unbidden, Hana’s fingers played along her bare thighs, her legs spreading as that sound dominated her.
Plap. Plap. Plap.
Hana’s whimper dripped with need, her body trembling as she stroked her inner thigh.
The sounds grew hungrier, speeding up.
Plap-plap-plap-plap.
Biting her lower lip, Hana’s entire body trembled at her touch, the pads of her finger drawing lazy circles around her aching clit.
PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!
Hana’s moans echoed those in her fantasy, her pussy twitching like Kaylie’s as that bulbous knot had pressed her open.
“Hana?”
Hana squealed, slipping from her precarious spot on the edge of her seat and landing her square on the floor with a crash. That delicious ball of tension that had been so close to bursting sank like a lead weight as she flailed, the wires under her desk tangling with her legs. Devices crashed from the desk, smashing into the ground as Hana shielded herself from falling debris.
“Are you okay?” came Kal’s worried voice through her door, which he thankfully kept closed. “Are you moving heavy machinery in there?”
“Yes, I mean, no! I just ... just ... I’m fine!” Hana’s face burned like the surface of the sun, yanking desperately on her leg tangled in the cords, her panties on display with her skirt flipped up. “I just ... had some technical issues with the computer,” she said, stuffing down that denial of how close she’d been in order to keep from biting Kal’s head off.
“Um, do you need a—”
“I’m good!” Hana yelled, some of that fire slipping out as she freed herself. Scrambling to her feet, pulling the hem of her skirt down to her knees, she approached the door, swallowing those remaining embers of fire. Opening the door calmly, she said, “I’m sorry, I’m fine. What’s up?”
His head cocked to the side curiously, Kal looked her up and down. “Um, new style today?”
Glancing down, her flushed and heaving cleavage on full display, Hana quickly buttoned her shirt to hide her burning shame.
“It—it was hot under the desk,” Hana stuttered, turning around so that she could hide her fumbling. “The cords, uh, they were snagged, and, uh, it was so hot.”
“Um, okay. Did ... did you want me to take a look?”
“No! I mean, no. I got it. Thanks. Um, did you need something, sweety?”
“I was just going to tell you that lunch is ready.”
“Right. Yes. Lunch. Um. I’ll be down in a minute.”
“ ... okay.”
Fleeing back into her room, Hana slammed the door shut and slid down against it.
What had that been all about? Why was she thinking about that weird fever dream again? And why was it so vivid?
Taking deep breaths through her nose and releasing it calmy from her mouth, Hana stilled her racing heart.
Hana jumped in her seat at Kaylie’s touch, that nervous energy having seeped into every inch of her body since earlier that day. Not only had it not gotten better, it had grown until she could barely think straight.
“Hana, are you okay?” Kaylie asked as she rubbed Hana’s shoulder. “You’ve been off all day.”
“Yeah ... yeah, I’m okay,” Hana said, shaking her head as if that would somehow help her focus on anything longer than a few seconds. “I think I’m just a bit feverish.”
“Aw, I’m sorry.” Kaylie wrapped in a big hug, pressing her cheek against Hana’s. “Well, you don’t feel too hot, but maybe you should lie down for a bit. I can make you some tea.”
Sorely tempted to take Kaylie up on that offer, Hana opened her mouth to speak, but then caught the whiff of something odd. A familiar scent, it triggered a flood of neural activity, overlapping images and memories crowding one another until it all became a jumbled mess of reality and fiction.
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