Completing the set

Eva gasped as I dove deep inside her, pulling back rough and plunging in once again. She arrived home late, intoxicated, probably with more than just **** in her system, and in a very good mood. We were on the bed, the same bed I’d subjugated Stefan on just a short time ago, only now I was wrapped up in his skin and fucking his wife from behind.

I’d seen Eva in pictures of course, and in the memories of both Victoria and Stefan. Seeing her in person though, revealed just how little all of that had done her justice. Her hair was a bright shade of golden blonde, that seemed to emulate the precious metal in its brilliant qualities at all times, even in the shade.

Her genetics, already perfect, had been further enhanced by the best surgeons money can buy to give her a body that represented totally a particular beauty standard. She’d had breast implants, of course, and it was stunning seeing such luscious d-cups be so perky. Holding her waist now, tracing my large fingers to her hips, her thighs, and then back up to grant the best hold as we fucked, it was clear her measurements were divine.

Her pussy gripped down on my cock and I grunted, that just cause her to giggle in a satisfied way. Apparently she’d been doing kegel exercises, all kinds of things picked up from Pilates and whatever other classes she was going to, and they’d made her incredibly gifted at sex. Well, I supposed when you were a trophy wife, it was a point of pride to make yourself the best trophy you could be.

It was a surprisingly strange experience having sex using another man’s penis. I might have felt some embarrassed shame admitting it a few months ago, but Stefan’s dick was bigger than mine. Then again, now it WAS mine to use as I pleased, so it wasn’t like it really mattered. I might even prefer sex in a woman’s skin anyway, so it mattered even less. When any physical trait could become mine, petty jealously and insecurity did seem to tumble away into the self-satisfied knowledge that I could take what I liked.

Wearing Lisa, my crush… using Annie and Maria… and claiming Victoria, Stefan and soon Eva too… Candida was right. Being a skinwalker is awesome. I can have anyone I like, be anyone I like, have sex with whoever as the boy they’re crushing on or as their dream girl.

I slapped Eva’s ass and left a red hand-print, hearing her scream in surprised pleasure. I could see why Stefan liked doing that so much, especially as his wife clearly loved it. Her pussy fitted like a glove as my length burrowed into her hot, slick canal, as the sound and stench of sex further filled the room.

“S-Stefan, honey, baby, I’m going to, I’m going to-”

Whatever Eva was trying to tell me was cut short as she was tipped into an orgasm, hands going white-knuckle as she clenched the sheets. Her inner walls clenched and spasmed on my penis, teasing it over the line as I felt that pressure in my balls and emptied my seed inside her.

My grunts and her squeals filled the air, before she slipped off me and collapsed on the mattress, a dreamy and dazed look on her face. Even after cumming, I still felt so energized, so full of power. Playing such a dominant role in the bedroom really was exciting.

“Babe, wanna cuddle…?”

Eva’s suggestion was spoken half to me and half into the sheets, her makeup staining their expensive surface. It didn’t matter; more than make-up had desecrated these sheets from their regular sessions, and with money like these two had they could have a brand new bed entirely every single night without so much as thinking about it.

Looking down as Eva, her invitation to cuddle still hanging in the air, it was fascinating viewing her through all the different lenses I now had at my disposal. Lisa and Annie knew nothing about her, other than the appreciation of her beauty anyone could see. I could feel the simple appreciation from the pure-hearted Lisa, and the darker shades of envy from Annie, who couldn’t help but covet status and beauty.

Maria viewed her darker still, due to the much more personal status of their relationship. Out of the three of them, Eva was the best; she lacked the casual spite, petty cruelty and wretched, spoilt attitude that Victoria so thoroughly embodied, and the domineering, toxic creepiness of Stefan, the leering eyes and the increasing fear of ****. In terms of decency, it was not hard to be the best when your competition was Victoria and Stefan.

But even though she wasn’t quite as bad as those two, she embodied her own problems. Utterly careless and unthinking most of the time, she lived her life in a self-absorbed bubble. She didn’t think about other people because truly, why would she ever need to? If she ever began to care it was entirely possible her husband would assume she’d fallen ill, or perhaps her habitual **** use had finally triggered some sort of psychosis.

Victoria viewed her as a stepmom. As a woman even richer and more beautiful than Victoria (At least so far, Victoria was young and still had a ways to go before realizing her potential), There was a respect, almost an inspirational factor there. Victoria wanted to be like Eva, and indeed, wanted to surpass her. It was about as friendly as things could really get between the two of them, a mother-daughter relationship where enormous wealth had rendered any ordinary responsibility the two would have to each other moot.

Finally, I viewed Eva through the lens of her husband. A lustful appreciation for her looks, a profound understanding of the status that came from having a woman like this as eye candy. Inside, I felt disgust as how much Stefan viewed her as an object; he really viewed her not dis-similarly to how he viewed his Bugatti, or the next luxury mansion he was thinking of buying in Ibiza. The perfect sex toy, the perfect status symbol, the main form of appreciation of something other than her looks really only relating to her sexually charged nature. In this way, the two of them really made an ideal pair; she loved to be used just as much as he loved using her.

Looking at her now, asking for cuddles after rough sex, he felt a type of contempt. Something as affectionate as that was beneath him. I sloughed out of his personality inside, finding his soul too obnoxious to bother wearing any longer. Now just looking at Eva as myself, albeit myself wrapped up tight in the skinsuits of four women and a man, I found myself appreciating her.

So, she’s not a good person necessarily, but… she is a lot better than the other two. And hey, how many of us wouldn’t live like she does, if we had the chance? I know most people will never know what it’s like to be hot, spoilt, vacant trophy wife… but I will.

I leaned down over the woman I’d just fucked rough while wearing her husband like a cheap suit, and penetrated her in the back with the skinwalker spines. She gasped for just a moment, the shocking, bizarre, alien feeling of being penetrated like that startling her, before that pleasant, plying malaise descended.

At least she’ll know the bliss of the skinwalker serum before she loses consciousness.

Within seconds, the gorgeous model was nothing more than a vacant skin, something anyone could wear to assume a life of expensive dresses, luxury make-up, freaky sex and a body that represented the highest tiers of female beauty. I lifted her empty vessel up, holding the back of her head by the roots of her hair, smelling her neck and basking in the luxurious scent of her perfume mingling with the more carnal hints of her natural musk, pheromones supercharged from all the sex.

Oh wow… that’s a first.

My hands reached out and cupped Eva’s breasts, which unlike the empty sacs that normally formed when a woman was skinsuited, retained much of their shape and weight. I squeezed them, playing gently and marveling at what I was feeling.

So… I guess her breast implants aren’t affected by the transformation. It makes sense, but seeing it firsthand is so fascinating.

Curious about what else I would find, I stepped over to the mirror, pulling the back of her neck open and thrusting my head inside. I felt that increasingly familiar warm, slimy darkness, slotting the rough, masculine features of Stefan into the contours of his wife’s face until the pressure from all sides tightened it. The colors looked notably brighter and more distorted when I opened my eyes, and wearing Eva, feeling her soul so much stronger now I had her head, I could see why.

Memories flashed into my head of partying at the most exclusive nightclub in the city, going out with some of the other bored trophy wives. Eva certainly seemed to have an expansive social life; whether it was at the tennis or country club, or frequenting the most luxurious nightclubs, her life looked incredibly exciting.

Visions of snorting the purest cocaine in the ladies room with the twenty something wife of a banking CEO in his fifties swam to the top of the pile of memories, feeling the buzz counteract the feelings of **** and take Eva in a different direction all together. That was all before bringing a guy into those same toilets, a beautiful yet vacuous male model who liked Eva exclusively for her looks just as she liked him for his.

Getting fucked on the sink counter, legs wrapped around his thighs as she moaned into his ear. Enjoying the rich rush of an orgasm and taking some time to walk properly again before heading out to dance, just another guy in a huge string of attractive men she’s cheated on Stefan with. Basking in such fresh memories, I could feel my stolen cock stiffen to attention, opening my eyes and looking at the face of the woman who’d taken two different men in one night, while wearing her husband from the neck down.

“These two really aren’t the ideal picture of loyalty in marriage, are they?”

Eva’s voice sounded so flirty and sultry even as I made my sardonic little comment, before I went to lie on the bed.

“What a day…”

I’d done it. Just as Candida had asked, I’d skinned all three members of this billionaire family and their maid, finding my own way through security into the home of one of the most powerful families in the country.

And all the freaky sex I’d had…

I thought back to subjugating Victoria, the role-playing, the reveal of Annie underneath Maria. More deceit, as I found myself loving playing the role of the submissive maid being sexually abused, before turning the tables so savagely and dominating Stefan as a mocking facsimile of his own daughter. After all that, the comparatively wholesome rough sex with Eva as I wore her husband’s skin, a situation that would be incredibly kinky and degenerate if it wasn’t for everything else I’d done tonight.

“So now… I should call Candida. Let her know I’ve succeeded in my mission. I think she’s going to love everything I did here…”