I set my glass on the bedside table. I reached around Lissa and hugged her to me, letting my hand trail lightly over her torso.“The limitation of ha...ing just one boyfriend, my loves, is deciding who comes first,” I said. My fingers dipped down into Lissa’s pussy and she groaned, leaning back into me. I could hear Melody sigh. “You, my love,” I continued whispering into Lissa’s ear and tickling it with the tip of my tongue, “came first last night. So it’s Melody’s turn tonight.” I tweaked her. "I like women, just so you know" she told me, on the first day we met. I accepted her, like she accepted me. We were best friends until that one night that changed everything."I’m glad you dumped him...he was no good and easily jealous" she said as we cuddled in front of the TV, watching our favorite music videos."I know...he even got jealous of you!" I said and laughed. And she laughed with me, although we both knew he was right: that I was hers more than his. "Well at least now I can kiss you. As she climbed toward a crescendo, her other hand left her breast, and she plunged two fingers deep inside her. Both hands moving rapidly, she felt her muscles tensing as the swelling bubble of orgasmic energy between her legs reached the point of critical mass. Mariah cried out as orgasm claimed her with ferocious intensity. She writhed on the bed, her head lashing on the pillow. Long hair not her own covered her eyes while her fingers continued to work on her rhythmically clenching pussy. Her. “You speak truly, Great One.”“Then your choice is this,” Kyet’sol continued, “your nature as a Vampyr gives you the ability to heal yourself, at others’ expense only. Also, your mastery over Necromancy is now total, infusing your form with its Necromantic power and using others’ deaths to fuel your indefinitely long martial life. Were I to gift you with either aspect of my normal healing ability as your reward, it would corrupt and almost assuredly destroy you. If it did not, it would.