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When I opened my eyes, I pulled back with start. Tara's eyes were different, dark and...purple? I blinked and looked, but saw only her usual deep green eyes.

"Are you okay, honey?" Tara asked, looking like she thought she did something wrong.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine...sorry, just kinda sensitive," I laughed it off. Tara laughed too, and I figured I had just imagined it since I was so used to seeing Lylah down there.

We carried on for a few more weeks, and we had sex daily, usually multiple times. I would see Lylah in the spirit realm occasionally too, but she seemed a little sad each time I did. I was a bit confused, since I knew she could feel it when Tara and I had sex. But I thought I was probably imagining that too. Lylah had asked me if I still wanted to go through with the forcing fantasy, and I said yes.

The next night, I put the ring under Tara's pillow. I got up to go to the bathroom, and when I came back to bed, Tara was stirring. I got in bed and ran my fingers down her back, but she pulled away. Oh well, sometimes it didn't happen until the day after anyway.

The next morning, I woke up and saw Tara standing naked in front of the closet, looking at her clothes. I got up and wrapped my arms around her, and kissed her neck. She smiled until I reached down and caressed her pussy, now smooth and shaved. She pulled away a bit.

"Not today, Chris, I'm not in the mood." I pulled back myself. Not in the...oh, I understood. Lylah had set up our roleplay. I grinned.

"Not in the mood? Yeah, okay." I started sucking on her neck and she pulled totally away.

"Chris, what the hell, I said not today!" I grabbed her and threw her on the bed.

"Mmm, yeah, baby!" This was so hot. I loved how she was struggling against me.

"Stop it! Chris, knock it the fuck off!!" she screamed. I shoved my cock into her pussy, and she clawed at me. She raked my face and I fell back.

"Dammit, Tara, take it easy!" She scrambled back on the bed against the headboard, sobbing uncontrollably.

"FUCK YOU! STAY AWAY FROM ME! GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING HOUSE, I HATE YOU!" she screamed. I stared at her, my mind reeling, and then I saw it. The ring was on the bedside table. Tara had felt it under her pillow and put it there while I was in the bathroom. My stomach clenched, and a wave of nausea washed over me. I stumbled into the bathroom and vomited in the sink. I could hear Tara still crying in the bedroom.

Fuck me...fuck me...I had just raped my wife! I threw up again. This was it, I was fucked, my life was over. I was doomed for a divorce, if not to spend the next several years in prison. My legs weakened and I collapsed from the overwhelming fear and horror I felt.

When I finally felt well enough to stand, which wasn't for several minutes, there was an eerie quiet. I peeked around the corner and saw Tara sleeping, her adrenaline spent. Shaking, I stepped into the bedroom. What was I going to do? Then, as though in answer to my question, I saw the ring, in fact I could have sworn the stone was faintly glowing. I took the ring and put it under her pillow, then got dressed and went downstairs to sit on the couch. I didn't know what else to do.

A few hours later, I heard a noise upstairs, then the creaking of the staircase. Tara was up. I watched as she came downstairs, my breath caught as I awaited her reaction to me. She was dressed. When she saw me, I stood, trembling slightly. Had the ring worked?

"Tara..." I started. She held up her hand and I fell silent. She came up and looked at me for what felt like forever, then kissed me deeply.

"No...not Tara..." she said. Then I noticed her eyes were purple.

"Lylah?" She smiled.

"Yes...and now you have to make a choice," she said, and sat me down on the couch. She knelt in front of me.

"Chris...I have to explain something to you. You see, each time we had sex in the spirit realm, I could draw on your sexual energy, and I grew stronger. But that is not enough for my kind. I was strong enough to possess your wife, but not entirely. I could only arouse her and be in her, but not control her. I needed to ingest your seed, which is life, while I was in her to become stronger, and now I can possess her entirely. I can live in her now, but I need you to give me one more gift of life to make it permanent." She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, then started slowly stroking it. "I can give you everything you want, Chris. I can be your wife, I can give you pleasure beyond what you have ever had, and I can give you love. I only need you to consent to give me this once more. We can live together for as long as you live."

"As long as I live?" I asked, not unaware of my hardening cock but this was too important to pay attention to it.

"I am hundreds of years old, Chris. I have had many bodies over time, each one given to me by husbands who I helped."

"Can't..." I held her hand, preventing her from stroking me so I could think clearly. "Can't I just see you in the spirit realm? Can't you just keep temporarily possessing Tara?" She smiled sadly.

"No...my kind requires a body every so often...especially as we grow older. I had to transfer myself back into the ring when I met you that day in the shop."

"You were the old woman?!"

"Yes...that was one of the many bodies I have occupied over time, though she was not old when I possessed her. I only grew old when my previous master had died. As long as I have a consistent supply of seed, I do not grow old. You came in just in time, my love, you came in and I knew you were in need of someone like me, just as I needed you. But if you do not choose now to give me your seed, I will not be able to find someone in time for me to continue to live." She leaned forward, her lips parted so I could feel her warm breath on my cock. "The choice is yours."

"What...what would happen to Tara?" Lylah looked up at me.

"She will be gone. I will retain her body, but it will change somewhat. The best you love of my looks and hers will combine."

So these were my options? My wife, who loved me, but who would likely leave me, or this...demon woman, who had given me exceptional pleasure, would love me, and stay young and beautiful for as long as I lived? But Tara...she had done nothing to deserve being erased from existence, I had played with evil and she had paid for it. Lylah loved me too, though, and promised such an incredible life. But how would I live with myself? I looked down at Lylah, she had tears in her eyes.

"Master...husband...I need to know what you want. I need to know now." She looked at me pleadingly, ready to wrap her mouth around my cock and take in the seed that would give her Tara's body and life. The decision was mine...I looked into those purple eyes, and took her hand.

"I'm sorry..."

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It's late, about three in the morning. My wife and I had fucked for hours, and as she slept I gazed at her amazing form, shining with sweat. I couldn't believe how things had turned out. Three months ago, I was looking at my life becoming hell, and now it was heaven. Still...I wonder if...

She is stirring now, and wakes up. She smiles at me, and takes hold of my hand, my thoughts are calmed for now. Sometimes though, I wonder if Tara heard my final apology to her, even as I gaze into those beautiful purple eyes...