She doesn't deserve my wealth (Patreon)

Laurel had been preparing for an amazing night with Dylan, and after finally getting him behind closed doors, she realized it was all worth it. The warmth of his body against her shoulder while they sat on her couch made the area between her legs become moist. He was the charming neighbor she just started getting to know a month ago, and the thought of what she was going to do only drove her crazy. 

After her husband, Muzdahir, left for a worldwide tour that would last for the next six months, she started making flirtatious overtures to him in recent weeks. She hadn't felt like a woman since the sex in her marriage became nonexistent. Knowing her husband, he was probably cheating on her with some lower-class girl from whatever poor country he went to - this only made things fair. Sure, he was an overweight diabetic with more health problems than she could count, but he had enough money to use it on whatever he wanted. She had actually planned on divorcing him for quite some time, but she wasn’t sure of the best way of going about it. 

She could feel the passion stoking in her chest as they watched a movie in her basement. She knew his eyes were on her - they had to be. She was wearing practically nothing, and the faint outline of his hard cock was a dead giveaway on how he felt about her. She hadn't been with another man quite like Dylan in such a long time, so just seeing his muscular arms poking through his long sleeve shirt made her hornier than ever. 

She was about to say something to him when he abruptly paused the movie. He reached into his laptop bag and pulled something out. Dylan opened a small wooden box when she raised a brow. He pulled something out and started extending a red crystal toward her. "What's that?" she asked.

The crystal began to glow before she could get her response. She immediately held it up in the dim light after receiving it from him. She missed the cunning expression Dylan was wearing. She felt warm before she could let the crystal fall. Her slender neck and arms experienced strange tingling. She gave him a bewildered look before stepping back. Laurel started to speak when something accidentally came out of her mouth. 

As her soul soared into the crystal, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She attempted to flee while being surrounded by horrified screams but soon realized that she was losing consciousness. Before Dylan closed the crystal in his tiny jewelry box, she last saw her body grinning at him. All she could do was listen to the world around her while she helplessly listened to screaming souls beside her. “Holy shit,” her body giggled. “I’m actually inside of her now. You weren’t fucking kidding, kid. Good shit. And it’s actually permanent?”

“Until you let me know. I’d just bring the crystal back to put her soul back inside of her body. But your body’s probably going to be dead if you decide to stay in her body.” He suddenly tapped the jewelry box, and the sound made Laurel’s soul shiver. “Until then, her soul’s stuck with the others I’ve helped over the years.”

Laurel couldn’t believe what was happening. She’d listen in on their conversation for what felt like hours before her life became altered forever. Muzdahir had paid Dylan to slowly seduce her to test her faithfulness. Muzdahir was in his seventies, so he was wondering if she would be worthy of inheriting the last of his wealth should anything bad happen. But after discovering that she wanted to divorce him and learning that she was indeed wanting to have sex with Dylan, he finally gave permission for the dark magic practitioner to put his soul inside of her.

His life was close to expiring, so this provided him a way of escaping death for a time. With all the money he had, paying Dylan wasn’t a hefty expense. And as he gazed down at his feminized body, he figured being a young, attractive woman wasn’t going to be so bad with his lifetime of wealth still surrounding him. Living as a gorgeous woman was way better than appreciating a gorgeous woman.