Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 13: (Natalie)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 13: (Natalie) - 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
Bouncing on her heels, nervous energy preventing her from staying still for more than a second at a time, Natalie paced her dorm room, her phone pressed to her ear. After two days of hovering around Melissa to assuage her own guilt, Melissa had finally had enough, demanding that Natalie stop babying her and start acting normal. Of course, that was challenging at the best of times, but Melissa had insisted. She’d even suggested / ordered Kal to take Natalie out on a date and leave her in peace.
While nothing would make Natalie happier than to go on a date with Kal, that guilt still ran through her at leaving Melissa to her own devices. It had become clear, however, over the course of this call, that Natalie’s only mission from Melissa should be to distract Kal.
And distract him, she would.
“Yes, for the millionth time,” Melissa groaned on the line, “just go out with him. I need him out of the house. He’s, like, one more hot chocolate away from wanting to talk about our feelings. It’s gotten to the point where I’m looking forward to seeing Miss Emily tomorrow just so that he stops giving me these puppy-dog eyes.”
“And, um, you’re feeling—”
“No feelings!” Melissa cut in quickly, though more exasperated than angry. Muffled murmurs followed as though she had covered her phone and was arguing with someone before talking clearly into the phone again. “Please, I’m begging you, just give me one night of not being doted on like I’m a porcelain doll.”
“And you’re sure—”
“Yes!”
“Okayloveyoubye.”
The phone hadn’t even landed on the bed yet and Natalie was tearing into her closet to find the slinkiest outfit she could possibly get away with in public.
Natalie was going to distract his brains out.
Fluffing her hair, blonde strands shining brightly under the mirror lights, Natalie inspected every inch of herself to make sure it would all go perfectly tonight. Playful curls now teased her shoulders, Caroline’s curling iron having done an amazing job at giving her volume and changing her drab, straight hair into something more mature. Rather than a sporty kid who couldn’t afford haircare, now she could officially call herself ‘elegant’.
Well, ‘elegant’ might be stretching it; ‘nubile’ perhaps. No longer a child, and absolutely ready for some naughty fun. And the wardrobe definitely drove that point home. A light, black lace choker that would draw his attention to her slim throat and remind him of all the things he could do with it. A slinky and daring spaghetti strap mini dress that formed tightly against her body, highlighting her braless chest and drawing his eyes to her pointy nubbins for him to tease. Lace stockings to her thighs, the tops barely hidden by the hem of the dress, enticing him to spread them and find out what she was, or wasn’t, wearing beneath.
A few touches of makeup, nothing heavy, to soften her features and give her rosy cheeks and smoky eyes made her just the most perfect seductress. If Kal still couldn’t control himself after tonight, she’d have to take more drastic steps ... like lying naked in his bed ... possibly tied up ... and maybe gagged and blindfolded ... hips waggling waiting for him to...
Natalie let out a shuddering sigh, fanning herself even as her thighs trembled at those naughty thoughts.
Probably best to introduce those ... interests ... later. Step one was to make it official. Step two was to have him balls deep inside her. Or the other way around. As long as they were officially dating again by the end of the night, and maybe him being completely and utterly in love with her, they could explore all those dirty little things she’d always wanted to try.
Slipping on her tallest stiletto heels, Natalie gave herself one last glance in the mirror.
Oh yeah, nothing was going to get in the way of her getting some tonight.
Opening the door, a knuckle nearly smacked her square in the face. Flinching back, Natalie gaped at the two things that stood sheepishly at her door that could, and would, get in her way tonight.
“Uh ... surprise?” Jason said, awkwardly waving his hands, the smile slipping from his lips under Natalie’s withering gaze. “We, um ... it was Monique’s idea,” he said quickly, pointing at Monique, who whistled as she looked Natalie up and down appreciatively.
“Wow, someone’s getting laid tonight,” Monique said, Natalie’s glare sliding off her without finding purchase.
“What are you doing here?” Natalie hissed, poking her head out to check if there were any other surprise visitors ... like her mom.
“Okay, don’t be mad,” Monique said, still immune to the evil eye Natalie tried to level at her, “but we really needed to come.”
“Why?!”
“To help you.”
As Natalie’s incredulous stare wasn’t getting her anywhere with Monique, she in turn leveled it on Jason, who folded like a house of cards.
“Mom may have let slip something about being able to taste food if we came here,” Jason said. “Look, we’re hungry and it’s almost time—”
“Shush!” Natalie pushed them both away from the door, closing it behind her before rounding on them again. “My roommate is there. And why is mom telling you these things?”
“No, no, mom didn’t really tell us, per se,” Monique said. “She was telling dad, and Jason overheard, and he told me.”
“I’m sorry, Natalie,” Jason said, shrinking from her once more. “I’m just so hungry. Mom said you can taste around him. Is that true? Just let us come to dinner. We’ll leave right after.”
“And how does this help me?” Natalie asked, pushing past the two who hurried after her.
“It’s an experiment,” Monique said, falling in step with Natalie, even as she tried to walk faster. “Jason is the control, he’ll let us know if he just needs to be near him. I can be you’re phase two, I’ll let you know if it’s different after I ... sample ... him.”
“You will do nothing of the sort,” Natalie spat, mashing the elevator button repeatedly. “You will stay away from him.”
“It’s fine, it’ll just relieve some tension,” Monique teased. “You can still get your freak on. We can compare notes later. Is he big?”
“I swear to God, Monique,” Natalie growled, stepping into the elevator as soon as it opened, “I will spill ALL your secrets to mom and dad. You thought it was bad before? Just wait until they hear about your tantric group.”
“Okay, okay,” Monique said with a roll of her eyes, stepping into the elevator with her. “No need to get nasty. I’d have shared with you, you know.”
“I really don’t need to know about my sisters’ sex lives,” Jason complained.
“No, but we know about yours,” Monique said with a smirk. “How was little Haley? You know, I always thought you two were cute together.”
“I, uh, I—”
“Will you two shut up!” Natalie fumed, jamming the first-floor button harder as if that would somehow get her downstairs faster. “This isn’t some little dinner you can tag along on.”
“Think of it as introducing family,” Monique said, leaning up against the side of the elevator. “That’s a big step, you know. Might make him start taking you more seriously.”
“What do you mean?” Natalie asked, her manic button pressing halting as she looked at Monique suspiciously.
“Well, are you exclusive yet?”
“Um, well...”
“Uh huh, thought so. Listen, you can do all this,” Monique said, gesturing at Natalie’s outfit, “and it’ll be a lot of fun. Like, a LOT of fun. But that won’t necessarily lock him down. But introducing your siblings? Well, that means you’re looking to take this relationship further.”
While this sounded reasonable, Natalie couldn’t help but notice that it was also incredibly self-serving.
“We could also vouch for him when mom and dad meet him,” Jason offered.
That might actually go a long way in getting her dad to settle down and not interrogate Kal when they finally met. Well ... not as intensely at least.
“Fine. You can come,” Natalie said after thinking about it. “Kal doesn’t know anything about us yet, so don’t say anything weird.” Stabbing her finger at Monique like it was a deadly weapon, Natalie continued, “and YOU stay away from him. Opposite side of the table. No eye contact. Don’t even talk to him.”
“I like how feisty he’s made you,” Monique said with a laugh. “But fine, I promise, I won’t say a word.”
Her agitation settling down at this tentative understanding, Natalie turned around and willed the doors to open faster.
This ... could be a good thing. Coming at Kal from two angles might work out better. Siblings to show she was serious, and a distinct lack of panties to let him know she wanted more. Yeah, this could be good.
“Oh, uh, you’ve never, like, bitten anyone while, you know?” Natalie asked awkwardly, still facing the doors lest they see her cheeks burning red.
“While getting plowed to multiple orgasms?” Monique teased, though not getting a reaction, she continued, “No, it’s not really a thing, as far as I can tell.”
“Really?” Turning, Natalie eyed her sister suspiciously, though she didn’t seem to be lying.
“What about you, Jason,” Monique asked, that smug grin on her lips. “Did you bite sweet little Haley while she was writhing under you and make her one of us?”
“I really don’t want to talk about sex with you,” Jason said, his face heating up as he pulled his hood up. “And no, I didn’t bite her.”
“See? It’s really not a thing. You aren’t going to lose control and bite him, no one does. So, you are free to get pounded until you can’t walk anymore.”
“Sto~op,” Jason whined, holding his hands to his ears.
Okay, well, that was good. That was one less thing to worry about.
Turning back to the door, Natalie gazed up as the numbers descended.
“Boy, that dress really doesn’t leave anything to the imagination, does it?” Monique said behind her. “Are you not wearing panties?”
“Oh my GOD!” Natalie cried in exasperation into her cupped hands.
This was fine. It would be fine.
It was not fine. Calling it an unmitigated disaster would be an understatement. Big budget disaster flicks would gape in shock and horror at the sheer scale of destruction that had been wrought upon the evening. It would be a blessing if the earth cracked open and just swallowed her and her shame right here and now.
The low lighting and soft instrumental music of the Italian restaurant, every aspect of which had been designed to create the perfect atmosphere for intimate meetings, was no match to the ravenous shenanigans of the storms that were Jason and Monique.
Attire alone, Jason and Monique stood out like two torches on a moonless night. Jason’s favorite hoody, complete with torn holes and permanent stains, had been discarded after a hissed argument in the backseat, though the alternative wasn’t much better. Beneath that cursed attire lay a white muscle shirt, Jason’s moderately sculpted arms and shoulders completely bare as he’d rushed to the table without sparing a glance at all the elegant guests adorned in their flowing gowns and jackets.
Jason, though, hardly held a candle to Monique’s outrageous ensemble. Doffing her long coat as she took her seat, it finally occurred to Natalie why Monique had been so cagey about her outerwear. Now, on full display, it was perfectly clear why she’d been so bundled up. The bright-red halter top strained to contain her, pressing her not inconsequential tits up while still showing off the slightest swell from below. She was one deep bend away from spilling out, and she made Kal very aware of that as she stretched languidly. Somehow, that strip of cloth so close to tearing apart was almost the least offensive part of her booty-short combo, half her ass hanging out in something more at home at a Hooters than a fancy restaurant, with the tops of her high-hip thong showing.
True to her word at least, Monique had seated herself across from Kal and not said a word, which would have been hard with her tongue poking her cheek suggestively whenever she met Kal’s eyes. Stretching her legs out as far as possible under the table, Natalie formed an impenetrable barrier should Monique try to slither her legs into Kal’s lap.
With all the class of a wild boar in a mud pit, Jason ordered and devoured appetizers like he’d been starved for months, shoveling food into his gaping maw with both hands, hardly taking the time to gasp for breath between bites.
Cradling her head in her hands, Natalie whimpered at how horribly wrong it had all gone.
“I, uh ... I guess it runs in the family, huh?” Kal asked, leaning over to her while never taking his eyes off Jason.
“I am so... SO ... sorry,” Natalie said, grimacing as an entire dinner roll disappeared into the black hole that was Jason’s mouth. “They, uh, were raised by wolves...”
Not a complete lie.
“Why don’t I order some more dishes?” Kal offered, reaching for the menu at the center of the table. His hand paused at Jason’s sharp gaze and growl as he hunched protectively over the plates in front of him. Natalie’s foot met Jason’s shin with all the force she could muster from across the table, earning her a short yelp and cowed expression from him as he had the good grace to slump back into his chair and not bite Kal’s hand.
Beside her, Monique slowly licked the cream sauce off a speared sausage as she maintained heavy eye contact with Kal.
Willing the earth to explode, Natalie lamented once more ever trusting her siblings to act like normal human beings.
Lost in a PTSD-like daze, Natalie shuffled listlessly along the cold sidewalk, her heel scuffing the uncaring concrete as she wallowed in self-loathing. The perfect night with the perfect man ... shattered to a million pieces, a crime scene of poor decision-making and insatiable hunger.
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