Dana shrugged. "If we get to it, we get to it." The gnawing sensation in her stomach wasn't too bad, but she was starting to think of the people in the bar as snacks waiting to happen. Still, the idea that she was dependant on the cum that Lily was storing for her didn't sit right. Maybe it was her independent streak, or the fact that it was magical man juice, or even both.

"Liar. Your left eye is gray already."

"Shit." Dana looked in the mirror and saw that Lily was right. The sparkling blue of her left eye was replaced with a flat gray color. She tousled her...