Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 15: (Niko)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 15: (Niko) - 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
This was not a nice neighborhood. Even by American standards, this was an unacceptable place for a Freiji to live. Narrow houses nearly fifty years old, untrimmed and unkept lawns, ancient and rusty vehicles, it was an insult and it made Niko’s skin itch just being here.
His own accommodations here were barely acceptable, some garish hotel space that overlooked this tiny town. ‘Famous’ they had called it. ‘Peak of Luxury’. Hardly. If this was what American’s thought luxury was, then this was going to be an easier sell than he had thought.
The amber liquid in his crystal cup spun in lazy circles around the perfect ice sphere that chilled it, the pleasant aromas of smoke and peat blended with just a hint of vanilla to give it that distinctive highland taste. Customs had tried giving him a hard time, but he wasn’t about to let them take his twenty-thousand-dollar bottle. They’d no doubt use it for some kind of mixed drink, thoroughly defiling the palette in some American abomination comically known as ‘shotgun’ or ‘revolver’ or whatever else they liked to dub their drinks.
Gregori, his stoic and long-time driver, shifted in the front seat, a picture of the American they were after flashing on his phone as he gazed down the road.
“That’s him, sir,” Gregori finally said, pointing toward the pair sauntering along the sidewalk. The fact that he could make them out at this distance never failed to amaze. Such were the gifts of the Vahemma, a paltry compensation for what they’d lost. “Kalon Aberdeen, coming this way with a companion.”
Niko peeked through the open divider from the back, a little blonde accompanying Kalon as they walked arm-in-arm. Cracking the window, Niko sniffed the air, nearly gagging at the stench of the area. Still, that familiar scent blew his way; the one he’d met in the Wandering Realm. The other one though...
An unpleasant taste coated the back of his throat.
“Hyalti,” Gregori said, his nose crinkling in a flash of disgust before returning to the neutral façade they’d all been trained to maintain.
Hyalti. Thin-blooded mutts. Leave it to a feral to make friends with the first thing that smelled vaguely similar. Still, that left open the question of who his mate was.
Kalon came to a halt, his nose flaring as he sniffed the air, as did the Hyalti girl beside him. Impressive that he could already catch his scent, even upwind. While their abilities in this realm weren’t as sharp as the Vahemma’s, some Freiji did show signs of heightened senses. Most impressive.
Just as Kalon honed in on the origin of the scent, his eyes glued to the car in which Niko sat, Niko swung open the limo door and stepped out. Kalon’s lips curled slightly, his eyes narrowing.
Seemed Kalon remembered him.
“Kalon? Kalon Aberdeen?” Niko called with his practiced easy-going smile.
“Kal,” he replied warily, approaching curiously while scanning for other threats. “Do I know you?”
“Yes and no. We’ve met once before, though I doubt you’d remember me. You left a bit of a lasting impression, I will say. Both to myself and my sister. If you have some time, I’d like to chat. I think I have something that would fill in a few gaps in your memory for you. About the accident.”
Just like an ill-trained pet, the girl jumped in before Kal could even respond. “Do you know what happened to him? In Finland?”
Years of training kept Niko’s lips from curling back into a snarl at her outburst, his eyes staying on Kal as he ignored her.
“I think you’ll find what I have to say quite illuminating. It might explain a few things on your mind recently.”
The mutt was loyal; he’d give her that. Her hackles rose as she stepped between them, that veneer of curiosity now replaced with wary caution, a hard edge in her voice as her eyes narrowed.
“What do you know about him? Who are you?”
“This is a private matter between Kal and myself,” Niko said, that smile slipping from his lips as the mutt stared him down.
Perhaps the only one with sense between the two of them, Kal placed his arm around the girl’s waist, pulling her back and cutting the tension.
“If it has to do with me, it has to do with her,” Kal said, a victorious like smirk on the mutt’s face as he sided with her. There really wasn’t any accounting for taste. “Now, who the hell are you?”
“Nikola Litvin Vasiliev. Please call me Niko,” he said with a proper bow, chasing away his annoyance with the girl. “I know who you are, better than you do right now. If you’d like to learn more about it, then I invite you to join me at the hotel where my sister awaits.”
“I’m coming too,” the girl said, holding on to Kal’s hand like she was claiming ownership of him.
He’d need to have a word with Kal in private on keeping his mutt on a leash. Or, better yet, cutting her loose.
“If that’s what Kal wants, then please, by all means.”
Stepping aside, Niko gestured to the limo. Niko kept from rolling his eyes as they both climbed in and gawked around the interior like they’d never seen a car before. Those etiquette lessons his father had the matron pound into him were finally paying off.
Niko climbed in after, seating himself across from the two.
“Gregori, back to the hotel,” he said, tapping on the wood paneling dividing the front and back cabins.
“Yes, sir. We’ll be there shortly.”
Niko pulled one of the crystal glasses that sat recessed in the expensive wood serving panel, dropping an ice cube in and pouring whiskey over it before handing it to Kal.
“Oh, uh, thanks. I’m usually more of a Highball kind of guy. Do you have any soda to mix in?”
Niko’s temple twitched as he ground his teeth.
Gregori swung wide the double doors to the penthouse suite for Niko and his guests to enter, numerous staff bowing as they passed through the gaudy hallway. Apparently, red velvet was what passed as class in these parts.
“Apologies for the accommodations, they were the best I could do on short notice,” Niko said as a maid opened the next set of doors to the parlor. “Please, make yourself at home. And don’t mind the help, they’ve been trained to fade into the background. You’ll only ever notice them when they are serving you.”
Sinking casually onto one of the couches, Niko accepted a glass of wine proffered to him by another maid. It took Kal and his girl a few moments to stop staring and sit as well. They too were offered glasses.
“Oh, thanks, I’m not old enough to drink,” Kal’s girl said, waving off the offering.
“Americans have some very strange concepts about what constitutes adulthood but suit yourself.”
Niko sipped at the wine, the delicate flavor a refreshing relief to wash away the taste of the streets from his throat.
“Um, should we wait for your sister?” Kal asked, not even having tried the pricey wine in his hand.
“There’s no need,” Niko said with a shake of his head. “Once we’ve covered the basics I can take you to her.”
“Okay. So, can you tell me what I am?”
“Certainly. You are a newly awakened and very feral Freiji. Usually, an awakening would be cause for festivities and ceremonies, visits by all the major families and the like. That would be for planned awakenings, though, unlike yours. We didn’t know about you until you joined the chorus. Quite a shock to us all.”
“Freiji? What’s that?” the girl asked, leaning forward like an eager schoolkid. Niko could practically see a shaggy tail wagging excitedly.
Who could have foreseen the day he, of all people, would be educating a Hyalti on her betters?
“Freiji are the aristocrats of the old world. We’ve been around for millennia and have amassed influence throughout the globe. Most anything that happens, happens because the Freiji want it to happen. Almost all Freiji come from the current bloodlines, but some exceptions, such as yours, do occur.”
“So, what, you’re the Illuminati? Some secret organization that works in the shadows?” Kal asked skeptically, the wine glass forgotten on the side-table.
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