"You're really enjoying it in there, aren't you Alex?"

It took a moment to process what he’d just said.

“What...?”

My eyes went wide, elements of panic managing to break through the afterglow of sexual ecstasy I was basking in, but only a little. I looked at Trent, searching his face.

“You’re… you can’t be…”

He raised his hand, letting the spines emerge from the fingertips.

“Did you miss me?”

He smiled, a seemingly genuine smile that I couldn’t help but view as sinister. I immediately wrenched my wrists away from the bed only to find his binding had worked perfectly, keeping me trapped. He had me totally at his mercy, naked, tied to his bed, filled with his seed.

“Wait, wait, wait, don’t freak out!”

He asked.

“What do you mean, don’t freak out! I’m tied to the bed of a monster wearing the skin of some muscular guy!”

“Alex…”

“What?”

“Do you really think you should be judging me for wearing a skin right now?”

He leaned forward and pushed me back, lying on the bed now with him beside me, pulling me close so I could see the ceiling. A gorgeous young couple lay together, sweaty and with messy hair, the afterglow of sex hanging heavy on both. The man was attractive and fairly muscular, dark hair still tousled and a face that could smoulder with burning sex appeal.

The woman was beautiful, plump lips with lipstick a little smudged, but in a way that looked undeniably erotic. Large, perfect breasts sat on her chest, nipples a little erect, as her long dark hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her waist was taut, fanning out to wide, seductive hips and thighs that were just the right amount of thick to get guys salivating. Even from a distance, her dark eyes radiated a magnetism that made you want to stare.

And right now, I was that woman. That woman who’d been fucked roughly and passionately by a stranger in a penthouse apartment, filled with seed and stolen pleasure.

“Tell me you haven’t had the time of your life being her.”

I felt his eyes on me, and I moved my head to face him, our mouths close.

“Well…”

“I meant what I said. You really are the best. I’ve worn that skin too, we both know Lisa hasn’t been using her gifts. You make a far better her.”

Was it twisted that a part of me was really enjoying the praise?

“I meant what I said when we first met too. I want you, Alex. It doesn’t have to be all the time, but I want us to have a relationship.”

“You… want me to be your boyfriend?”

I asked, incredulously.

“Or girlfriend, or fiancé, or wife, or ex. We can be any of them, together.”

There was a genuine passion in the skinwalker’s tone now, excitement behind Trent’s eyes.

“You don’t have to say yes right away! Just… please. Don’t reject me outright.”

I was stunned. This hadn’t been how I’d expected my first run in with the skinwalker to go at all. I was expecting abject horror, something terrifying. Instead, it seemed genuinely nervous and happy to be talking to me? It was strange, but maybe I understood, at least a little. It was a creature that could be anyone it wanted, except itself. With me though, it could be.

Maybe I wasn’t freaking out because now I was a monster too. Any rational person would be terrified, but what was rational about hijacking your crushes skin and using it for sex? Before the other day I’d never thought about guys sexually, but in the last few hours I’d sucked dick and had my womb filled with cum, and I’d thoroughly enjoyed both.