The day I met him was on an unusually hot day for fall, let alone October. I spotted a guy wearing a baseball cap and typing something on his laptop. ...e was a little over six feet tall with brown hair and brown eyes, with a hint of naughtiness in them, and a smile that can make the most prudish librarian cream her granny panties. A successful website designer, he often works from home and would need to meet his clients in a home office for a few consultations. Taking that into consideration, I. "Come on slut, into the truck." I hop into the truck, not bothering with my clothes, the air feels good on my skin. He climbs behind the wheel and smiles over at me. I smile and curl against his side. He starts the truck and we begin our trip home. I hear his heart beating through his chest where my head lies. I glance down and see his dick in his lap, still glistening with cum in the moonlight. Unable to resist the delicious opportunity, I lean down and kiss the head of his dick. I draw the. ”“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 undoubtedly permanently weaken you. They werenot used to dealing with women to start with, and especially humanwomen. And a crying woman was just over the top. Gradually she stoppedsobbing and noticed how upset they had become."I'm sorry," she said. "I don't know what has come over me. No,actually I do. I am in your lovely home, and it reminded me of my ownhome, and my brothers and sisters, and my parents, although I am stilla bit cross at my father. No I'm not, I love him dearly, even though hedid something terrible. But by now.