Go home with him...

“That was incredible, baby.”

I pulled Claude into a tender kiss, Elise’s voice purring out seductively.

“Shall we have round two at your place?”

He was helpless before my charms, and I could tell from the rich feelings of love that were swelling in my stolen heart that Elise was helpless before his too.

These feelings of love… that sex… knowing I could have it everyday… if I go home with him, I don’t think I’ll be able to leave Elise’s skin!

I rolled the ideas around in my head, as we kissed, tongues exploring each other’s mouths while I considered deeply whether I would be strong enough to go back to my boring, regular, lonely life as Alex after tasting such rich emotions.

Honestly… I don’t really care about going back that much.

The realization should have surprised me. Abandoning my real life, the life I’d always lived, should have been shocking. But after tasting the pleasure of Elise’s body, the rich joy of the love that was only getting stronger between her and Claude… I didn’t want to give it up. I wanted all of her, tonight and who knew how long after. I could always go back to my old life later; no one would be reporting me missing for a while anyway.

I broke the kiss.

“Claude… this is a little embarrassing, but…”

Claude raised his eyebrow, not sure what I was going to say.

“I… well, you know how women can be. I’m not sure I can walk after an orgasm that strong.”

Embarrassed blushing followed, the deep compliment and reflection of the intense pleasure shared between the two lovebirds igniting Claude’s own blush.

“Ah-hemm… yes, yes, of course…”

He seemed to think for only a second, before giving a cheeky smile.

“… I think I can do something about that.”

I gasped a little as his strong arms lifted me into a bridal carry, causing a hot blush to take my own cheeks as I turned my face a little into his chest.

My heart is beating so fast, what the hell??

Images rose unbidden to my mind of Claude in a suit and myself in a wedding dress, wearing Elise for years as I got married as her, slow dancing together at the reception, consummating the union as husband and wife…

I swallowed and scrunched my eyes shut as the dreamy visions swarmed me, the worried alarm of the implications of thinking like that sinking into the blissful idea of how much I would love it.

A few weeks ago I was just a normal guy, and now I’m dreaming of being a bride? But… I can’t deny how happy it might make me… and how beautiful I look in Elise’s skin.

By now we were at the Claude’s car, my clothes gathered up as he lay me into the passenger seat of his old Jaguar. The leather seats should have been cold, but my body was still so hot after our lovemaking I barely felt them, as I started sliding into Elise’s clothes once again.

Time seemed to race as we drove back to Claude’s, until we walked inside, hand in hand. His house was old, a stonework exterior at the top of a small hill with old fixtures around, and plenty of personality inside. Thick carpets lay on the floor with books organized in shelves around the place, tastefully appointed art and framed photographs on walls. The place had a touch of “shabby chic” both Elise and I found cute.

I felt his fingers intertwine with mine as he lead me up the stairs and into the master bedroom, the king-size bed looking so inviting. I tried for just a moment to get my beating heart under control, before I gave up and let an excited, hot blush take my cheeks, excitement over what we were about to do consuming me.

“Elise…”

I turned to him, knowing the rich hazel eyes I wore would be shining just a little, with the moonlight leaking into the room past the curtains.

“… I’ve wanted you for so long. Tonight’s been a dream.”

His smile was so warm and full of genuine love, in that moment it felt like home would be wherever I was in his arms. My blush became furious, as even the sophisticated and experienced Elise couldn’t hide how deeply she felt.

“Stop it, you’re making me blush…!”

I giggled just a little as I tried to hide my face behind my hands, before switching up and going on the offensive.

“I’ll just have to distract you.”

I whispered, as I closed the distance between us gracefully, leaning into a surprise kiss. Claude moaned a little, caught off guard, before he reciprocated eagerly, hot tongues exploring each others mouths.

As we kissed I opened a single eye for just a second, seeing his own blush as the woman he craved made his dreams come true.

Cute…! I’m not the only one feeling like this.

Slender arms pushed with surprising **** as I threw him to the bed, muscular frame bouncing a little on the soft mattress. I slid out of my skirt and top, before letting my panties and bra drop too, while he struggled to get out of his clothes.

Looks like I got dressed just to strip naked again… Unwrapping Elise’s body always feels like opening a special present, but I can’t help but feel like I could have just walked in here naked if I was feeling really shameless.

The naughty idea filtered around my head, combining with the hot situation and my arousal to make my pussy dripping wet again.

Mhmm… well, actually it’s stayed pretty wet ever since I got inside this skin…

I thought to myself gleefully, as I laid my hands on Claude’s strong upper chest, admiring his surprisingly built pectorals as much as I admired the classy cream nail polish on the feminine hands I wore.

Is it gay to be finding Claude so attractive? To be into guys now? I never was before, but… maybe things are different now that I’m a skinwalker. Gender doesn’t seem to be so binary anymore… if I like someone, I like them. And also I can’t say I’m really me right now…

I sent a small glance at the body hanging down below my vision, the long, thick waves of caramel hair curling around pink nipples, mature yet perky breasts setting so pleasingly on my chest, and the complete lack of any cock between my legs.

My arousal was dialed so much higher as I looked at her body. Elise, the effortlessly seductive librarian. The older woman who captivated so many sexually frustrated young men, yet was all the more desirable for being so unobtainable. I was wearing her, her skin clinging to me, fully reshaped in her image. I had her thoughts and her memories, and felt every inch of her pleasure, both physically and emotionally. I’d stolen her face, her clothes, and her crush all for myself, and was enjoying playing her role to the fullest.

After all, I am a straight woman now, so why should this feel gay? Isn’t it perfectly natural?

I giggled just a little to myself, as the part of me not totally lost in the moment felt a dirty little spark of gratitude to the skinwalker for letting me live my fetish in the real world.

It was right about this power… it’s way too fun.

I gave Claude the full power of Elise’s “Fuck me” eyes as I lowered her body into his cock, gasping as her walls spread and his hot dick slid up inside me.

“Mhhmmmm…”

My eyes were closed as I savored the feeling, so much heat and pressure, waves of dopamine tumbling from my head over my whole body as I was penetrated.

He didn’t let me sit for long, as he began bucking his hips up and down; even with me on top, he wasn’t content to let me do all the work. I was moaning again as my thick pussy juices rolled down his cock, before I felt his strong grip on my wrists, holding me in place as he fucked me from below.

My vision went white a little as my eyes began to roll, the pleasure getting to be too much.

Already?!

“Mmhhmhnmmgguuhhhh”

I moaned out uncontrollably as Elise’s body was brought to orgasm, serotonin shuddering through my womanly body as I fell back off his cock.

“Oh my God, Claude…”

I couldn’t tell if it was just because of how strong their emotional bond was, or if he was really really just that good, but Claude was the best ride Elise had ever had.

And “she’s” still technically never had him…

I smirked as I savored the knowledge that her skin may have experienced his touch, but the real woman had been replaced by me…

I’m so evil…

I felt such satisfaction as I acknowledged everything I was stealing from the real Elise, unable to resist noticing how comfortable and sexy her life seemed to be.

It’s like… her body was made for me to wear…

Claude didn’t let my dark thoughts go unpunished as I felt his hands at my hips, lifting and spinning me around so I was on my knees.

Is he really going to…? This is such a slutty, shameful pose!

I felt the cool night air on my wet, exposed pussy, then pressure from the head of his penis as it lined up at my entrance, before it slipped deep inside my folds, a choked out moan leaving my lips as I was filled again.

Oh My God… ugh!

I couldn’t help feeling thrilled as I was fucked doggy style, the sexy body of Elise used for his pleasure, while my own brain was utterly filled with love chemicals.

No man can feel pleasure like this and go back to being normal! I… I love being Elise. I love wearing a woman’s form… even if I left her, I’ll always wear female bodies…

I felt the energy in my knees and fingers as he drilled me harder, the sound and stench of sex filling the air, a chorus of our moans ringing out together.

“Elise… I’m close!”

“Cum inside me…”

I moaned, the strength of each thrust rushing through my head. He didn’t need to be asked twice, the biggest moan yet leaving him as he filled me, the hot burst of seed spurting all over my insides and making me feel whole.

It was enough to push me over into another orgasm as my walls tightened and milked him for all he was worth, sweaty bodies collapsing on top of one another as high rushes of love rolled around both our bodies.

Spent from the lovemaking, utterly comfortable tangled together, it wasn’t long before we drifted off to a peaceful sleep.