Get the bridal lingerie... and see Grace's reaction

“Hey… wakey wakey.”

Grace’s eyes fluttered open, struggling to adjust initially. She felt so relaxed and at peace, a happy, comfortable feeling permeating through her whole body. It was a world away from the anxiety laden sleeps she was prone to have, a frustrating aspect of being so nervous all the time.

“Mhmm… am I…?”

Her vision came into focus properly, recognizing her ceiling, before she sat up, noticing Alex sat beside her on the bed.

“Don’t worry, we’re back at the flat. Thank you so much, you really saved me Grace.”

My smile was warm and genuine, my heart melting to match hers as she blushed at my honest gratitude.

“Ah…! Ye-yeah. Anytime. So, uhh… you… wore me?”

“I did, just walked us back home. How are you feeling? Not too bad?”

“Ahh… no. I’m not bad actually. I… I really feel, kind of good?”

I sighed in relief. Although I could tell being turned into a skin didn’t leave negative traces from Grace and Jessica’s memories, it was another level of assurance hearing it from Grace herself.

“That’s a big relief… I was really concerned for you, even if I knew you’d be fine.”

Grace was seeming to contemplate, thinking deeply.

“Yeah. I’m actually very relaxed right now… I feel so comfortable. And when I deflated, I thought it would be so scary, but it actually felt really good…”

I thought about the melting appearance of ecstasy that appeared on the faces of those getting turned, glad the process wasn’t uncomfortable for them.

These powers really are amazing…

Idly, I thought that if the dosage was just right, a very minimal amount of the fluid, I could even see skinwalker fluid sold as some sort of unorthodox high, some strange **** for the most hedonistic to enjoy. Then again, I’m sure it would only be a matter of time before people that depraved would gather enough of the liquid to turn someone into a suit, and then who knows what they would use them for.

Similarly though, I imagined it might be possible for some particularly susceptible people to get addicted to the feeling of being turned into a suit, and images of some sort of deranged cult of addicts forming around me craving their turn to be worn flitted though my mind. In a way, being venerated like that appealed to my ego, but overall I knew it would be a bad idea.

“You even got me dressed, just like before.”

Grace smiled up at me, breaking me out of my reveries.

It was true, After I’d gotten out of her skin I’d dressed her in the same outfit as she’d worn in the library. Well… nearly the same.

“Yeah, well, you know… I wanted you to be the one to show me yourself when the time came. Even if we started our relationship in a strange way, I still want to treat you right as my girlfriend.”

My warm smile met her embarrassed blush, as Grace sat up and transitioned onto her knees, letting them sink into the mattress below.

“A-Alex… you’re really sweet…”

It was like she was struggling to say it, so overwhelmed with the embarrassment of my sincere feelings. I couldn’t help but find it so cute.

“B-but… I want to show you too… you’re my boyfriend now, so…”

Grace took off her jumper, her breasts bouncing a little as they were freed, before she began unbuttoning her shirt. My own heart was racing, her words igniting lust and love for her in equal measure, the gentleness of her affection stirring my feelings.

“Ah-! What!!”

Grace gasped, as I couldn’t resist smiling, the white of the new bra I’d bought her clasping her boobs. She tumbled back, before rolling over off the bed and bolting to the mirror.

“Wh-what is this…?”

Her hands flew to open her shirt, letting it tumble to the floor, too caught up in the moment to even realize she was exposing her body. I came up behind her and hugged her pulling her to me as she stuttered, an embarrassed look on her face mingling with a huge blush as she checked herself out.

“Okay, so maybe I took a little detour before heading home. But I figured my girlfriend deserves nice things, and I wanted to get you a present, so…”

Grace fumbled with her skirt, letting it drop to the floor to expose the expensive lace panties, gasping as she took in the way the bridal lingerie sat on her body. She’d never had a set like this, never had anything so explicitly sexy, and it was making all sorts of feelings erupt in her head.

“I… I… but I’m not sexy. I’ve always been plain…”

“Grace… I know that’s just your insecurity talking. Look at yourself, I mean really take a look at you. You’re gorgeous.”

“Awawawa…”

The praise, so honestly delivered, was almost short circuiting her brain a little, as my hands hugged her midriff and pulled her close to me. Feeling our body heat mix together, seeing both of us in the mirror, the adorable, flustered noises Grace was making, all of it was just making me all the more attracted to her. Loving feeling her melt in my hands, and loving how much power I had over her as I teased, I leaned in and began whispering as I ran my hands over her body in gentle caresses.

“Mhmm, I love the way your thighs feel so full and soft in my hands, I love the feeling of your ass pressed against me. Your pale skin is so flawless, and your breasts are like a Goddesses. Your hair is so pretty and silky, and your smile makes me melt. And I love, love, love your eyes… they’re like Opals from a tropical sea, like they contain every colour in their depths. Everything about you makes me crave more. You’re so amazing…”

She was practically moaning now, my words working with my touches to take root in her heart, before she turned and kissed me. Her lips her so soft, her tongue so warm as it slid into my mouth, her clumsy technique seeming so endearing as we shared our first official kiss. Unable to resist, I moaned into her mouth, the huge dopamine burst in my heart making me feel like I was flying, seeing Grace take some initiative almost overwhelming me.

I pulled her closed again to me, the feeling of our bodies pressing against each other being like bliss, as my rock-hard cock stood aching. Breaking the kiss, in a small and sweet voice, Grace whispered;

“I couldn’t take the compliments anymore or I’d die, you’re so, so, so embarrassing… but… you make me so happy…”

It almost seemed like she might cry, as I laughed, a warm, light-hearted catharsis and a rich feeling of love bursting all through me. From the way she squirmed in my hands, I knew she felt it too. Filled again with energy, I lifted her up, impressing even myself with my sudden strength, causing her to squeal. I spun her through the air, and we both landed on the mattress, not caring about the noise of the bed as I kissed her more and lay on top of her.

I could feel something at my belt, clumsy hands working, as I broke the kiss and looked down, Grace awkwardly working to get my jeans off. My own devious grin met her sheepish smile, before she moaned;

“Stop looking at me like that! It’s like even your eyes are teasing me!”

I just laughed as I tore myself out of my clothes, leaving me naked and Grace in only her new, expensive lingerie.

“It’s really fitting, isn’t it?”

“Huh?”

Grace tried to tear her eyes away from my dick, momentarily spell-bound looking at it.

“You know… that you’d be wearing bridal lingerie for our first time.”

“Like I’m a bride??”

Grace covered her face, too embarrassed once again.

She’s way, way too cute…

Playing at the voice of a Priest or Minister, I couldn’t resist saying:

“I now pronounce you, man and wife…”

Before I kissed her again, pushing her into the mattress as I enjoyed the sweetness of her lips, and the heat from her blushing cheeks. Maybe I was just lost in the moment, but I didn’t feel any nerves or discomfort at all, no first-time fears or anxieties that used to plague me. A part of me thought, in a short, flitting way, that this was the first time I’d had sex at uni that wasn’t in someone else’s skin; and yet knowing I was with Grace made me totally comfortable exposing the real me.

I could almost feel the heat from Grace’s blush, her face ignited, her hands feeling my skin. I’d seen inside her memories, and I knew this was the first time she’d been with a man, or even seen one naked in person before. Knowing I was going to be her first made me so happy, and inside I made a promise that I would be worthy of her, that I would care for her, and that I would be the best boyfriend I could be.

Breaking the kiss, Grace pulled my head down into a hug so that I couldn’t see her face, and whispered something in my ear. It was so quiet, her soft voice sounding so embarrassed, I had no idea what it was.

“Hmm, what was that?”

More whispered words, too quiet to make out.

“Hmmm?”

She almost moaned a little now, even more embarrassed, before I finally heard what she had to say.

“A-Alex… I’m wet. You can… you can put it in now…”

I pulled my head back, looking at her eyes, the pleading, embarrassed look, her pupils gazing into mine intently, yet with a certain nervous energy; like she was giving her all just to maintain eye contact.

“Grace… oh my God, you’re way too cute.”

I just laughed as she covered her face, reaching down and pulling her new expensive panties to the side.

“Is it really okay? To go in without a condom, I mean.”

“Ye-yeah… I… I kinda really wanted this to happen, so I went on the pill in preparation…”

I couldn’t resist smiling, hearing she wanted this enough to go on the pill just in the hope of it happening filling my heart with satisfaction.

“So, you wanted this to happen, huuuh?”

I couldn’t resist teasing, even more embarrassed noises emanating behind the hands covering her face.

“Then let me give you what you’ve been hoping for!”

The head of my penis lined up, I pressed apart her walls, sliding inside her tight, hot slit. She really was wet, my length immediately being submerged, the tight pressure feeling so good even from the first entry that I squinted my eyes close trying to bask in only the sensation of touch. I could feel her squirm a little underneath me, the huge rush of sensation filling her head with unfamiliar pleasure as she was penetrated for the first time, a breathless gasp filling the air.

I pulled back, and pushed in for my second stroke, and then the third, Grace starting to moan, her eyes closed as the sensations almost overwhelmed her. The heat on my cock was immense, my own gaze wandering down, seeing red as blood slid down my penis.

Her hymen’s broke…

Her moans, influenced by pain at the start, soon converted fully into sounds of bliss as I formed a rhythm. I reached back behind her, unclasping her bra and pulling it off, letting her beautiful breasts free as I took one in my mouth. My wandering tongue teased her nipples, hidden gratitude sparking through my mind for all my experience taking off bras in women’s skins. Our bodies were beginning to sweat, my mouth moving from titty to her lips as we kissed, tasting her cherry gloss, before leaving her other boob to the mercy of my tongue.

It felt like heaven, jubilant lust mingling with unprecedented love heightening every touch, as the minutes stretched. Again I felt gratitude for all the sexual experience I’d gained since becoming a skinwalker, knowing that if it’d been my first time with Grace before I surely wouldn’t have been able to resist cumming almost instantly.

Grace was feeling the same, her moans almost turning to screams as she was pushed over into an orgasm, legs gripping my lower body and they held me tight inside her. Seeing the look of mind bending pleasure take her face, feeling the heat from her thick thighs as they pressed into me, and feeling the tightening of her walls as they milked me, started pushing me over the edge too.

“G-Grace, I can’t hold it…!”

“It’s okay!”

She was almost squealing it, sounding louder than I’d heard her, the limitations of her shyness being forgotten in her ecstasy.

“I-I want it in me! Make me yours!”

“Oh my God…”

I moaned as her words and all their meaning added the final touch to push me over the edge. My dick began the spasm as, a rush of serotonin and dopamine alike in my brain matching the rush as I painted her womb white with my seed. I must have shot the biggest load of my life as my ears were almost ringing when I was done, collapsing down on top of my sweaty new girlfriend.

We lay together, panting, full of love, before we transitioned to cuddling, taking gentle kisses with dilated pupils as we settled down, knowing we had all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies. As I basked in the arms of the girl I loved, and in every happy endorphin, I couldn’t help but think:

I think… I think my future’s going to be bright…