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“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. They were so rich and so irresistible though, that it was starting to scare me a little.

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.

Finding out more about Mortiferis De Infornem was tingling in the back of my mind too, a burning curiosity that was only intensified by the danger. In fact, I already had my first lead on finding out more about them…

I broke the kiss.

“Claude, can you go ahead and get the car started? I’ll be right out in a few minutes, it’s just…”

“Just…”

I blushed as he said it, a bashful, shy look that appeared all the cuter for being in contrast with Elise’s normal, very capable self.

“Just… I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand right away. You know how women can be, when we’ve had 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. Just follow when you’re ready.”

He’s really cute when he’s embarrassed too… I’m going to really, really miss this relationship when I’m not wearing Elise any longer.

A goodbye kiss and we parted ways, me waiting for the sound of the door close that signified Claude leaving before standing unsteadily, nearly buckling a little as the real truth behind my excuse manifested itself.

“Maybe I wasn’t lying after all…”

I giggled just a little to myself, before sliding back into Elise’s silken panties and skirt as I got dressed again, enjoying the grace that infused all her motions, making her as much a pleasure to watch as I felt experiencing her from the inside.

Soon I was strutting through the labyrinth of bookshelves again as I navigated my way back to the corner with my hidden clothes, finding them just as I left them.

“Now then…”

My eyes closed as I slipped inside Elise’s memory editor, opening them to find myself in a library much richer and grander than even the Universities one. It was much brighter, and airier, light cascading through high windows onto beautiful old architecture that seemed more uplifting that the somewhat ominous appearance of the University library.

Through the windows could be seem beautiful tree-lined thoroughfares, a wondrous city like Vienna in late April, with beauty and sophistication throughout. I found her memories, naturally, took the form of the surrounding books, opening them and feeling them roll out in my imagination, as they ran just as they happened, rather than my interpretation of them as one might normally expect from a reading experience.

I didn’t have to change much at all to make it all seem natural. I replaced my sneaky study trip to the room with the silver door with idle sorting of the distant bookshelves, and I increased Elise’s inner sexual tensions leading up to her lovemaking with Claude, but really everything had lined up perfectly.

I pulled out of her memory editor as I got naked again, dropping her clothes and reaching to the back of her neck, pulling it apart and freeing my regular head from the gorgeous covering her face had provided. A sullen pout spread over me as my regular body was revealed more and more, shivering from the cold and despondent, actively miserable to be leaving Elise’s beautiful body.

“It really sucks knowing I won’t be her tomorrow…”

I muttered to myself, moaning a little after once I felt the intense sensation of my cock and testicles dropping down seemingly from deep inside me as I lost Elise’s womb.

That part always feels the craziest after wearing a woman…

Once I was fully out of her, I got dressed in my own clothes quickly but gloomily, feeling a little gross wearing a grey hoodie and basic blue jeans instead of the luxurious silk blouse and seductive tight skirt Elise got to enjoy wearing. I dressed her skin too before I stabbed it, seemingly feel my IQ points start to drop rapidly as her soul left me.

I grumbled a little as I tried to re-adjust to my thoughts coming a little slower and fuzzier, experiencing the uniquely miserable confusion that only a skinwalker could ever know about; the sensation of your intelligence getting recognizably lower in a matter of seconds.

At least Elise was nearly back to her natural form. I let the last of her soul leave my fingertips before I climbed an old, sturdy bookshelf awkwardly and slid out a window, grateful that this part of the library both had windows one could open at all, and had only older locks that could always be opened from the inside.

Landing on the slightly wet grass outside it, somewhere between a graceful roll and an embarrassing slip, I composed myself and made it onto the path again.

In a minute or two Elise will wake up in the library after a small “fainting spell” she’ll blame on being too excited about what she just did with Claude in the library. She’ll get up and smooth out her clothes, try to compose herself but nearly fail because the whirlpool of emotions inside is so strong. And she’ll meet Claude at the car and go back for a night of passion and love, and many, many more to come…

My heart almost started aching as I thought about the love that “I” was giving up. I knew it would have been wrong to just move into Elise’s life, to steal her skin and her new boyfriend, parading around in her sophisticated and sexy outfits while I enjoyed all her pleasures and my own. But knowing what was right and doing what was right were two different things, and it was almost always in the doing that one experienced the most suffering.

I pulled my hood up over my head in an effort to combat the almost supernatural cold I was feeling, although I felt that so recently after taking a skin and everything I’d just done had appeased my skinwalker side too.

Feeling so cold now… it’s just being greedy.

I smiled despite myself, feeling more energy move around my body, and liking that feeling of rejuvenation that seemed to come from wearing a skin, and from enjoying it the way I had with Elise’s.

Now… to find out more about Mortiferis De Infornem.

The combined thrill and horror of finding out about them in the first place, so quickly vindicated when a group so shady it had to have been them arrived, had been cycling in the back of my mind ever since earlier. And now, as I let my knowledge of the campus layout that hadn’t yet totally faded from Elise’s stolen memories guide me, I found myself standing in front of the one place I knew I had to have been able to find some kind of lead; The Dean’s office.

Situated at the center of campus, and built into what was once a grand old house built by disgraced nobility, the primary administrative building (Of which the Dean’s office sat upon the top floor of) cut an imposing figure in the dark, evening sky. It was late, and nearly all the staff had gone home, but I could see occasional lights were on, including those top floor lights.

The only question was;