Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 7
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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 Oral Sex
Ragged breaths filled the room. Their muscles were taut. Ready to bolt. Kaylie cast a nervous glance toward the kitchen door. She licked her lips, willing the pounding in her ears to die down so that she could hear him. She sank back against the cabinet, keeping her upright and alert.
They waited.
He would come.
Her breath caught in her throat. A chill ran down her spine. There was a faint squeak of hinges behind her. A low menacing growl made her blood run cold. She opened her mouth to scream. But it never came out.
A heavy weight pressed against her, driving her to the ground. The air was knocked from her lungs. Sharp fingers dug into her sides. She managed a gasp. The fingers poked her more, each digit digging into her sensitive skin as she squealed.
Kaylie gasped between pearls of laughter, tossing Mr. Tumtum to Hana. Hana caught it and bolted. She cast one last snickering smile before running from the room. Her giggles and laughs faded into the house.
Kal held Kaylie down, pressing on her as she tried to wiggle away. He nipped her neck playfully as he continued tickling her. She squealed, kicking her legs, and trying to scramble away. He knew all her weak spots. Probing fingers found her armpits, the dimples on her hips, and the space between her ribs. She curled up in defense as she gasped for breath. Not an inch of her was unmolested.
Kal rose from his victim, satisfied that she had been punished thoroughly. He growled toward where Hana had fled. He stalked after his eldest sister. The giggling headed upstairs. He loped after her. The door to her room slammed shut. The lock clicked. The door shook as she pushed herself against it.
Kal stopped at the landing. He slowly approached, the old wood planks squeaking under his heavy shoes. He ran his fingernails along the walls. The scratching sound followed him down the hall. He stopped at the door, laying his hands flat against the surface. He brought his forehead down, so that his low growl could carry to her.
Hana clamped her hand over her mouth. A shiver ran down her spine. His head was just on the other side, and she could feel him breathing heavily through the door.
“Ha~na.” The call was ominous over the rumbling of his voice. “You know what I want.” The slow drawl of his voice made her squeak. “And I’m coming inside for you.”
His fingers scratched the door as they trailed up to the frame. A metallic clink sounded as he retrieved the universal key. He dragged it down the wooden door. The deep scratching sound made her quake.
“Naughty girls,” he said, the handle clicking as the key went in, “need to be punished.”
Hana squealed loudly and grasped the doorknob tightly. She pressed down on the lock button. It fought against her as Kal pressed the key harder. The door unlatched with a sharp click. Hana shrieked as Kal pushed the door open against her weight.
Kal’s face squeezed into the gap. “Ha~na. I’m coming~.”
Hana bolted for the bed. She dove under the sheets, holding Mr. Tumtum close to her chest. The door swung open. Kal landed on her bed, catching a slender ankle. He dragged her back out. She clawed at the sheets, laughing as he pulled her leg hand over hand. She cried out in laughter as his fingers grasped her slim waist. He drove his fingers into the sides of her wiggling hips.
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