Unrelenting desires and Claire's departure

I was alongside Aurora, relaxing at a cafe after a completed hunt. I didn't remember what exactly we killed, but we were satisfied. Things were fine, the two of us were flirting and laughing, and we returned to our hotel room, wanting to have some fun together. As soon as we got inside and locked the door, she quickly pushed me onto the bed, topping me and grinning. My hands traced her curves, engraving her silhouette in my mind, while she did the same with me, squeezing my chest and nibbling on my neck. She then looked up, a burning lust in her eyes, and my soft lips pressed against hers. I needed her so badly. Our tongues danced together, my pussy was dripping wet.

After a few, very long minutes, we broke the kiss, Aurora panting happily. “Ah, Yana~” She whispered, licking her lips hungrily to cut the string of saliva linking us.

The name she used suddenly made me break free from the trance I was in. Glancing at my body, I finally realised that I wasn't myself. I was Yahana…

I instantly woke up, shocked. It was still the middle of the night. My dick was rock hard, the dream clearly having had an effect on me.

“Fuck, why did I dream of this?” I quietly groaned, pinching and massaging my forehead.

It was probably due to the conversation I had with Yahana last night, and her testing my desires. It only served to tempt my skinwalker side more. This part of me would love to slither inside her cute skin and make her life mine. And I hated the fact that the thought aroused me…

“Stop fantasising about this, I won't betray their trust…” I muttered, trying to get back to sleep. I couldn't, though. I was still far too horny for that.

I had to get some relief. I started to stroke my shaft, slowly, while my mind wandered. I kept imagining myself as different people, all women I've seen, while trying my best to avoid thinking about Yahana, Aurora, and Sarah.

I first envisioned being Angela, the barista at the cafe near Claire's police station, a place we often frequented. She was a friendly and charming blonde always wearing flashy makeup and with a warm smile. She was someone I could have seen myself trying to date had I kept living a normal, human life. I felt like she had some interest in me too. My fantasy was nothing really exciting, though. I simply imagined myself experiencing her daily life, working at the cafe and serving customers with this beautiful smile of hers, thrilled by the fact that no one could ever guess I was her.

And it kept going, cycling through numerous people I met. First, it was the group of cute college girls often coming to the bar during the weekends, wondering how it'd be like to slither inside either of them, deceiving their friends who'd be blissfully unaware of my real identity, and maybe hopping between all of them every few days. It awoke something within me, my lust was growing even stronger.

More distant memories resurfaced as I recalled my high-school Philosophy teacher I used to have a crush on as a teen, Ms. Turner. A beautiful woman with auburn hair in her late thirties and always dressed in very elegant and colourful attires. I had such a blast teaching as Sarah for a day, I just knew I'd adore being a teacher again, especially one as charming as Ms. Turner.

Thinking of high-school, one of my exes came to mind. Alicia, a tanned and toned blonde who used to be a cheerleader. Unlike most cheerleaders back then, she was actually fairly nice and friendly, leading to us dating for a short while. She had such a beautiful smile, and her abs… God I loved her abs. Besides goth and punk girls, I couldn't deny having a soft spot for muscular girls too.

It took me a while, but I finally came from all these fantasies. Although, I couldn't say I was fully satisfied with that anymore, the lingering bliss I felt when I did it as Sarah still haunting me. Still, it was enough for me to fall back asleep a few more hours.

Claire was the one waking me up the next day. It was quite a lot earlier than I was used to, but we did need to finish packing everything we needed. Today was the day, after all.

I groggily got up, wobbling my way to the shower and quickly freshening myself up. No matter how much I tried to shake off the feeling, being myself was still making me uncomfortable. I didn't want to think about my own body. The urges were slowly growing stronger, too. For the time being, it was still manageable, but I knew I only had a few more weeks at most before returning to the state I was in right after being turned. And controlling myself in that state would be extremely hard, if what happened with Sarah was anything to go by.

Hopefully I'll be able to wear someone soon during a mission… I thought while getting dressed.

My skinwalker side wanted nothing more than to find a good skin to slip into and enjoy, a woman's one especially… Just imagining getting a man's skin was making me feel uncomfortable.

“Why do you try to tempt me so much about this…? Why do you want me to be a woman so badly…?” I asked my curse in vain, shaking my head.

I had to resist and show Aurora and Yahana I could be trusted. Were I to wear someone, I had to stay rational and only do it short-term to satiate my urges, and for the sake of the hunts we'd partake in.

Claire was already fully suited and packed up, waiting for me in the living room.

“Here, for you.” She said, handing me a cup of coffee.

I took the cup and gulped it down almost in one go. I really needed that today, my brain was still kinda foggy.

“Thanks. How are you, Claire? Nervous?” I then asked.

She nodded, but clenched her fists. “Yes. But I won't back down. I made my decision, I will become strong enough to protect you.”

Seeing her so determined made me smile. “I won't let you do all the work, though. I will protect you too. Like always, we'll watch each other's backs.”

While putting her in danger was worrying me, as I'd have preferred for her to live a peaceful life, I had to accept her decision. And well, working alongside her would be enjoyable, there was no denying that.

“Yahana contacted a cousin of hers to pick me up. A man called Elan.” Claire explained. “He should arrive soon.”

“Ah, I see.”

Before we could finish our breakfast, we heard a knock on the door. Claire went to open it and let Aurora, Yahana, and a man I assumed to be Elan inside. His skin was a similar tan to Yahana's, and his long dark hair was put into a braid, with aviator sunglasses perched on top of his head. He was tall, taller than me even, and fairly slim, but his black tanktop revealed muscular arms, full of scars he most likely got from hunting monsters. He was wearing a pair of thick jeans with a metal chain and combat boots. On his ears were hanging earrings, and a feathered necklace with a design resembling Yahana's was around his neck, partially covering a tattoo I couldn't discern the pattern of. He really looked like a modern Native-American, showing his culture proudly while appearing approachable.

His eyes landed on me, examining me thoroughly, before relaxing and slipping his hands in his pockets. “Yo. You're Edward?”

I got up but kept my distance. I didn't want to do anything that might be interpreted as threatening to a hunter. “Yes, that's me. You are Elan?”

He chuckled, coming closer. “That's right. Yana really did find a new pure skinwalker, huh? It's so rare. You're a lot more handsome than I imagined, it's such a shame it won't last for long.”

His remark made me feel conflicting emotions. My cheeks reddened slightly at the compliment, but I also felt the dread of eventually losing my own identity and life creeping back in. My life sucked, but it was still so hard to imagine having to give it up.

Aurora groaned. “Can't you stop thinking with your dick for a moment?”

Elan laughed, glancing at her. “You're one to talk, girl. You've been glued to Yana since you reunited. Do you also follow her in the shower?”

Aurora crossed her arms, staring daggers at him. “Shut up.”

So Aurora and Yahana are a couple? I wondered. They did seem quite close, so it wasn't too surprising. Did I guess that instinctively already? Was it why I had this weird dream last night?

“Both of you, stop right now.” Yahana ordered in an authoritative tone. She then bowed at me. “Sorry about that, Edward. My cousin is a nice person, but he… lacks tact.”

I sighed. “I-it's alright. The prospect of losing my skin is terrifying, but I'm… slowly coming to terms with it. It's a small price to pay to make the world better… Anyway, I'd rather not dwell on that for now. I'm excited to work with you.” I then said, trying to smile.

Aurora's lips slightly curled upwards. Yahana smiled at me more warmly, but I could see a different emotion in her eyes. Pity, maybe? Elan slapped my back in a friendly but forceful manner. He had a lot more strength than I gave him credit for, it did hurt somewhat.

“I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do, Eddy. Hopefully we'll be able to team up in the future.” He said with a laugh.

“H-hopefully, yeah.” I awkwardly replied.

Elan seemed like a friendly guy, but I knew he was at least as deadly as Aurora, if not more. He did look a lot more imposing than her, at least.

“Got any bag you'd like me to carry to the truck, Claire?” Elan then asked.

She shook her head. “I-I only have a suitcase and a backpack, I'm fine.”

“Alright. I'll be waiting for you downstairs, then. I need a smoke. It was nice meeting you, Eddy!” He replied before leaving the flat.

I went to hug Claire tightly, and she returned it, grasping my shirt with her hands. Who knew when we'd see each other again. We would be separated for at least a month, I'd miss her.

“Stay strong, Claire.” I whispered.

“I will. And stay safe.” She replied. Her eyes and face were reddening, but she wasn’t crying.

I patted her head gently and smiled. “I won't let myself be killed, I promise you.”

After a few more minutes, Claire let go of me and grabbed her stuff. “I-I shouldn't make Elan wait too long… I'll text you when I arrive, okay?”

I nodded. “Okay. See you.”

She gave me one last glance before leaving the flat, my eyes fixated on her until she disappeared behind the door. It'll be weird to no longer be with her every day. I'd miss it.