Call of the Wild
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Chapter 20: (Pasha)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 20: (Pasha) - 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
Pasha moved beyond the bleached sands of her territory, crossing into the ever-changing and soothing landscape of the Wandering Realm. While others might find the transitory nature of this space unsettling, to her it felt no different than diving into the warm waters of her territory, the currents of this place washing over her in a gentle rhythm of unsung music.
Wrapping herself in the shifting tides, her form blurred into the background, the eyes of the watchers gliding over her, never registering her passage. While not unusual for a Freiji to leave their territory, having her comings and goings catalogued by the elders’ spies was one tool she wouldn’t make available to them. None had to date identified any of her other hidden entrances and exits, and she intended to keep them as such.
Hiding her strength had been something she’d learned at great cost over the last wars and she wouldn’t be repeating those same mistakes. Every variable she could create was another blade hidden in the dark. Just because this tenuous truce persisted didn’t mean it would last for much longer. With this new player entering the stage, things would come to a head soon. It paid to be prepared.
Sliding along familiar and shifting scenes, Pasha maintained a vigilant eye on the horizon out of habit. More than once had she been beset by opportunistic Freiji. And more than once had she herself struck at unsuspecting combatants, still too naïve when it came to the true dangers of this realm.
Her midnight black form snapping into focus once more, Pasha paused at the edge of a bamboo forest sprouting from a solitary patch of brown earth upon the waters of the ocean, her paws sending ripples along the surface. With a single paw she dug at the roots, urging the Wandering Realm to provide her water for her tiring journey, her will already strained by her constant usage. Soon enough, fresh water dripped from the sprouts, filling the earthen basin she’d dug, letting her quench her thirst and refill her reserves.
The Wandering Realm provided for all who wandered if they knew how to ask.
Using her snout, Pasha pushed back the displaced earth into the empty basin, tapping it down and giving thanks before setting off, her form once more shimmering into the background.
Coming to a halt at the top of a sloping hill, the verdant greens shimmering lightly blue with the wind, Pasha gazed upon the shimmering barrier of his territory. Distorted, but still identifiable, lay the towering peak of Mount Waris, the inky outline stark against the azure sky surrounding it.
This territory had been growing, moving to fill a void it had created against the edges of the realm. Carefully walking the circumference of it, the scent of fresh snow and flowers wafted through the thin membrane as it stretched to accommodate its new size. A field of white stretched onward contrasting the bright green island of color with its towering oak at the center.
Curious. She’d had no indication that he’d taken a mate. If he’d already been able to do so, then the old man had really outdone himself. With a bloodline that strong, there might be a real future for them after all.
Letting her excitement get the best of her, Pasha loped down the hill toward the intersection of those two territories, her legs carrying her faster as she neared.
Pulling up short, the edge of the territory only a hop away, Pasha settled into the green grass just outside, her tail thumping the ground rhythmically as she waited. Just like the headstrong younger generation, Elina had no doubt charged right in without even surveying the territory trying to dominate the American, leading to her ultimate defeat and capture. That in and of itself was an interesting detail she’d need to understand better, but there was no need for such aggressive behavior. Feral or not, actions spoke louder than words.
Dandelions exploded in white puffs around her, the little seeds floating along the breeze she created to dance across the barrier and into their territory. Subtle currents raised them higher, sending them off into the distance.
They would come soon.
On the horizon, emerging from the standing oak, a shape appeared, ears upright at attention.
Ah, this would be his mate, the oak her totem, shaped by her core memory. An interesting contrast between the dark monolith of her mate that seemed to drink the light and her vibrant symbol of life that bloomed in its presence.
The mate sniffed the air, undoubtedly having subconsciously pulled the foreign scent directly to her, a good sign of her inherent strength. Her head snapping to Pasha, the mate approached cautiously, hackles raised and fangs bared. She eyed the surroundings, wary of other intruders. Wary, but not afraid.
Yawning wide disarmingly, Pasha remained on her haunches, letting the mate approach at her own pace.
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