Obeying felt right.

    Good, her thought surprised me.  She was there again, in my head, listening to me.  She was a part of me, and I was a part of her.  She listened as I tried to explain what was running rampant through my mind.  How it was better to obey and please this amazing woman, then to disobey and  disappoint.

    I heard her applaud.  My eyes snapped open, my mouth still held open by her probing tongue.  I tried it, to act behind my eyes, instead of just voicing my thoughts.

    I envisioned my tongue pressing hers back into her mouth, imagining my tongue running over the pointy tips of her teeth.  My tongue remained trapped beneath her powerful tongue, but in my mind I was running my tongue against her teeth.  Two distinct feelings, feeling them both, experiencing them both.

    My tongue ran against her teeth, as she held it firm. I could feel both sensations.  I could feel my tongue sliding against her teeth, could feel the points of her canine teeth.  I could feel the heat of her breath inside my own mouth.

    I could also feel Collette pinning my tongue against the floor of my mouth with the powerful force of her own tongue.  She probed inside my mouth, forcing my tongue into submission.

    Two different feelings with my mouth.

    I groaned, my head beginning to pound.  I shut my eyes, moaning in my head, and aloud.

    Collette pulled her mouth off of mine.  Her thoughts drifted into my mind.  You need to rest, caring thoughts and soft words.  It takes time, and a lot of effort to do what you just did.  You did very well.  Very, very well.

    Thank you, I whispered with my mind, my hand sliding to my forehead.  I thought the words, afraid of the weakness in my voice.  My head throbbed, burning behind my eyes.

    Collette stepped out of the fountain. She held her hand out to me and I took it.  Her delicate fingers intertwined with mine, our hands becoming one.  She pulled me out of the fountain, the warm air of the greenhouse heating my water covered skin.

    We padded through the brush, leaves of the plants caressing our bodies as Collette pulled me by my hand towards the exit of the greenhouse.  The warm air felt wonderful against my body.  My head was still pounding, my mouth dry.  My knees felt weak, and I paused briefly to regain my equilibrium.

    It will pass, she thought to me.  Then, "It will pass."

    I tried to thank her with my thoughts, but my throbbing head would not allow the thoughts to form. "Thank you," I croaked, my voice feeling tight.  My head was pounding out a symphony of pain, a hammering behind my eyes.

    I chill ran down my spine, and Goosebumps raced down my arms.  The warm air of the greenhouse no longer felt good, instead it felt cold, chilling me.  I swayed briefly, Collette's grip holding me upright.

    Her voice startled me, "here."  The voice was strong, and sure; yet a slight quiver was lying underneath.

    I looked up, staring at her, staring at her offer. At first I was confused, until slowly, a dawning comprehension stole over my face.  My eyes opened wide in amazement.  I looked at Collette, my mouth dropping open, my wide eyes glazing over.

    Collette stood before me, her head pointing towards the glass roof of the green house.  My confusion at first was wonder at what she saw, what she sought in her skyward gaze.  But that quickly passed, Collette was not looking at anything.

    She was offering me her throat, offering me the chance to feed on her neck, as she herself had fed on mine.  Could I accept the sacrifice that such an offer had to be?  It was not just a sacrifice of her soul, of her essence, of her life blood, it was more than that.

    Much more.

    She was accepting me in the most intimate, most giving way she could.  She was offering me permanence, to become part of her, much more than I already was.  That skyward glance, her baring her neck to my gaze, was the most honest gift she could offer.

    I pondered the gift, wanting to accept, afraid to accept.  My eyes shut tightly as another wave of pain swept behind my eyes.  With my eyes shut tight, I once again saw Collette dressed in billowing white robes.  It was the vision I had seen once before, the vision that had been cut short.

    I could see the horses once again galloping on the huge field, their hooves kicking up sprays of mud.  The loud neighing of the flying horses was loud in my ears.  Once again I could see Collette floating above a soft, hazy mist, her gossamer robes billowing behind her.  Her feet were off the ground, she was flying, slowly, along the ground.

    I looked at the distracted face of Collette, the Collette that rested behind my eyes.  Looking closer I could tell she was not distracted, she was concentrating, her senses spread out over the wide plain, her eyes seeing everything, the horses that galloped and the ones that swooped gracefully through the darkening sky.

    The fine mist that held Collette in a shroud climbed to envelope her waist.  I watched in fascination as torch light grew in front of her.  The din of an approaching crowd grew louder.  The horses noticed the oncoming mass and complained loudly.  They spooked, racing away, turning from where they had come.  The flying horses climbed higher, seeking safety in the heavens.

    Still the crowd grew closer.  My mind tossed violently.  I tried to decide if I was ready to accept Collette's gift, her offering.  Collette kept her neck bared as the vision continued unabated.

    Collette halted her flight, standing proud in the field, awaiting?  My mind halted,  my head stopped pounding, what, my mind screamed, curiosity threatening to overwhelm me, what was she waiting for?

    The crowd arrived, stopping to stand in front of Collette. The torches threw eerie light in dancing waves on the soft, muddy ground.  The crowd was loud, milling about, standing their ground.  Collette stood in defiance, a heavy mist billowing up from the ground, shrouding her in its haze.

    The crowd parted slightly and a rotund, balding man walked through the opening.  His voice echoed across the plain, carrying heavily, raw power streaming from his mouth, "I know what you are."

    Collette stood firm, saying nothing.

    The man stared at her, waiting for her to speak, to reply, to act on his accusation.

    The images in my mind started to fade, as my head began to pound harder.  My eyes snapped open to look into the warm neck of this amazing creature.  Her eyes were shut, her head still gazing up at the sky. Sunlight lit her face, providing an almost Angelic glow. She was beautiful.

    I struggled to hold on to the images that danced behind my eyes. 

    Yearning to see how this scene played out.  The images grew smaller, fading into twilight.

    A single word drifted into my mind, feed.
    

    I understood.  I leaned forward, pressing my tongue against the throbbing vein in Collette's neck.  I could feel her pulse pounding against my tongue, her life blood racing to feed the cells in her body. Temptation passed, decision made, I clamped my mouth over the pulsating flesh of her neck.

    I bit heavily, my teeth growing sharp as they punctured the skin of Collette's neck.  As her blood poured, the taste of copper filling my mouth, the scene in my head snapped back on as if I rushed back through the tunnel that had been obscuring the scene in my mind.

    Yes, her thoughts drifted to me, louder and stronger than they had ever been before.  As I fed, we became connected more fully than ever before.  We became one, our thoughts mingled, our hearts beating as one. My head stopped throbbing, all traces of my headache gone, never to return.

    Once again the scene was crystal clear, yet I watched as it grew even clearer.  Suddenly I was no longer watching the scene as through a tunnel, as if I was detached.  I was now there, standing next to Collette as he faced the crowd.  We were connected, and that connection transcended time and space.  I stood by Collette's side as the balding man once again spoke,
his finger pointing accusingly at this amazing woman.

    "I know what you are," he repeated.  He turned to me, "and I know what you are too." I was stunned, he had spoken directly to me, I was there.  How?  Was I reliving the scene as it had originally played out, or was history being rewritten with the events of the future serving as the catalyst?

    Once again Collette's words drifted to me.  They were louder, as if she actually occupied space in my mind.  Perhaps she did, I reasoned, no scratch that, she did now have a place inside of me as I had a place inside of her.  We had shared more than intimacy, we had now, finally, shared life.

    We were one.

    Here words were cryptic.  Both and neither.

    Both and neither?  What did she mean by that?  I pondered her answer, climbing through the thick morass of secrets that were now revealed to me as I scColletted her mind, her memories, her thoughts and her fears.

    Fear?  That is what this was about, fear.  This vision, this scene was a revelation as to what Collette most feared, being found out for what she was.  Most people would not be accepting, only frightened of that which they know nothing about.  Scared of things that they have no power over.  People did not normally seek out such a creature for the reasons that I had.

    The portly man turned back to Collette, "we," he indicated the huge throng of bustling people, their torches waving frantically, "are here to destroy you." He glanced at me, "both of you."

    I was there, yet I was not. I could see the horses still darting through the dark sky, I could feel the rumble in the earth as the frightened horses darted rapidly away from the loud throng of people that threatened both Collette and I.

    The crowd milled about loudly, their torches flickering in the cold night air.  The billowing smoke that had propelled Collette along the ground, had supported her as she moved along the plain, rippled in thick waves, casting thick shadows in the eerie smoke.

    The man, this hunter flashed a scowl and bared his teeth.  They were sharp, pointed, dripping with blood.  His back was to the mass of people, they did not see the secrets his mouth revealed.

    "We don't want your kind!"  He shouted his words, the sound carrying out over the crowd. The milling bunch cheered loudly, echoing the mans sentiment.

    They don't know, I thought to Collette who remained silent throughout.  She offered no reply, but I could read her thoughts in the way her arms stiffened. She was more nervous now that the hunter revealed his true self to us than she had been when we had assumed he was human.

    No, he answered my probing thoughts.  They do not know what I am.  They just know that I am hunting your kind.  He flashed his teeth again, and I heard him hiss in my mind.

    Collette slowly began to ascend, the mist propelling her upward. She shut her eyes, her mind clearing.  Slowly an image formed, the picture of the crowds voice baring his fangs to us as he had done just moments before.  Collette smiled and opened her hands, spreading her arms in a warm display of welcome.  She spoke aloud, her mouth remaining still, the words drifting over the plain from the corners of her mind.   "This is the face of your benefactor, your savior."

    He hissed, the balding man, surprised by the bold arrogance of Collette as she revealed his secret.  He had hoped that it would not come down to a fight, he had plColletted on remaining out of the fray.  Still, he had reasoned that he may indeed have to fight.  He turned toward the crowd.

    They were milling about, confused by the words that had just been spoken.  Could they be true, could it be that the man that they had thought was their savior be what it was they were here to destroy?  The crowd began pacing nervously, their spirit weakened by the revelation.  Could it be?

    "Listen to me," he shouted, straining to be heard over the rising din, "she lies.  The demoness bitch is lying.  She is just saying those words to confuse you, to cloud your judgment.  You know me, you know what I am."

    Collette smiled as she listened to him speak, still floating six feet above the ground, standing proudly, the soft mist billowing in lazy waves about her beautiful, gown clad body.  She opened her eyes, and stared down at the filthy peasants, brandishing pitchforks and torches.

    I saw the crowd through her eyes, and struggled to suppress a giggle.  The group looked like a cliché, formed in dozens of campy horror movies.  I shut my eyes and watched as the scene unfolded, watching through Collette's brown eyes.

    Collette pointed at the man and his robe erupted, pulling apart as if torn by thousands of unseen hands. His shouting stopped, surprise edging into his voice. The robe pulled away fully, revealing a hard, sculpted chest with bone white skin.  His torso was devoid of nipples instead a scar was running down from his throat, curving below his ribs to wind its way around behind his back.

       His skin glowed in the growing moonlight.  A hush fell over the crowd as they stared at the oddities of their leader.  The man smiled and spoke again, his voice carrying easily over the silent crowd, "one of her kind did this to me."  His words flowed like the flicking tongue of a snake, quick and fluid.  The lies compounding, working on the impressionable group of the uneducated. "I was a child, yanked from my mothers dead grasp.  She was murdered by a creature such as this."

    Collette ascended another foot, her smile still planted on her warm face. The mist spread out to caress the feet of the milling crowd.  The mist wrapped about the feet of the peasants, and with it the truth.  The crowd watched in the depths of their brains as their savior appeared.

    They watched as he was bitten a century ago and how he became the kind of creature that he was searching.  They watched as he performed the same act for decades, how he would befriend docile, superstitious villages.  How he would convince them of his cause, and how they would support him in his effort to rid the world of the type of creature he himself was.

    They watched as he was shown to be a power hungry villain, searching to rid the world of the likes of him to be the last one, so that he could than destroy the world, control the world, unhindered.  He wanted power, unhampered by the thoughts of being stopped by others of his kind.  Collette slowly lowered her body to the ground.  She stood next to her assailant and smiled.  She bared her fangs, hissing in an audible assault.  With snake like speed she brought her right hand up and penetrated his chest with her hand.  She twisted her hand upwards and gripped the dead heart that lie lifeless underneath.  She pulled the organ from his body, and threw it at the crowd.

    The group shrieked as the demon dropped to his knees.  The crowd, panicked and ran frightened.  They realized their mistake in believing the slick words of the creature that had fallen to his knees.

    The man's hand went to his chest, and with closed eyes the wound on his chest began to close.  He opened his eyes and smiled, his words  dripped ice, "you are going to have to do better than that, bitch."

    He scColletted the fleeing crowd, a look of contempt written on his face. "Peasants," he hissed.  He turned back to face Collette, "now you must die. I will not have you interfering with my plans."  He hissed, his teeth bared, he lunged at Collette his hands extended, his fingers flexing in rage.

    Collette calmly smiled.  She pointed at the mist and made a sweeping circular motion.  The mist immediately obeyed, and began to swirl higher, coming together to form a protective shield.

    The man ran into the unyielding mist.  His fingers collapsed, folding in on themselves.  The bones in his hand cracked loudly, and he hissed in pain. He attacked the mist, trying to climb the mist, seeking a way in, desperate to destroy Collette.

    I stood unmoving a few feet away, watching the melee unfold in a detached mColletter.  It was as if I was seeing the scene through another's eyes, as if I was not there.  I took a deep breath, the smell of the plain heavy in my nostrils.  I heard the leather beating of the wings of the flying horses.  I was there, and I could help.

    A soft chuckle formed in my mind, I don't need help.

    I nodded, a subtle bowing of my head.  I understand, I thought back.

    Collette pointed at her assailant and a spear of mist snaked out and wrapped about his broken left hand.  Another point and another coil of mist wrapped around his other hand.  The tendrils of mist drove into the ground, securing the man against the muddy ground.

    Twice more Collette pointed and two more misty trails of rope enveloped the man, tying his feet to the ground.  A nod, and the mist around Collette faded, the protective shield no longer needed.  She looked down at the spread-eagled man, looking at his bound form.  Her words sounded sweet, but dripped ice, "foolish, foolish man."

    Three simple words, and the contempt surfaced.  "I have been on this planet longer than you could fathom, and I will be here long after you are gone."  She smiled, "which should be in about two minutes."

    He struggled at the last, pulling at the mist like rope, futilely.   His arms flexed, his head shook from side to side.  His chest heaved as he tried to pull his hands free of the impossibly secure bonds.  Tendrils of saliva poured from his mouth like spittle from a rabid dog.  A whisper fell from his mouth, "don't."

    She motioned me forward and I walked the small distance to stand by her side, my feet making a squishing sound in the mud.  Collette placed her arm in mine, and rested her head on my shoulder affectionately.  Her words could not contain her disdain for the whimpering, struggling man.  "This man is from my future, decades from now.  I will be there then, as he is here now."

    She pointed at the man once again. He looked at me, a dawning comprehension slapping him in the face, as all blood drained from it.  He would lose, it was inevitable, my presence was proof enough.

    A fine tendril of mist shot from Collette's extended finger.  The mist, full of inquisitive life snaked towards the man as a snake through grass. It slithered through unseen undercurrents of air, sliding around hidden obstacles.  I watched fascinated as the cold mist touched the man's foot.

    I jumped back.

    The man screamed, his voice high, panicked.  Terror and pain warbled from his throat as the mist climbed up his leg.  It burrowed under his skin, burning the sensitive nerve endings.  He screamed a sound of a thousand deaths.  The pain in that tortured sound caused me to feel a pang of remorse.  Sadness welled in me as I watched him suffer.

    And he did suffer.

    Blood foamed from his throat to run down his neck.  The veins in his throat stood out like roots from an ancient tree, strong and winding.  Still he screamed, the voice growing fainter as he strained his vocal cords.  I heard some soft words next, unintelligible, dwarfed by the burning pain he was feeling.

    Once again Collette pointed and another trail of mist ran from her hand to snake toward the suffering man.  The second stream of mist hardened, solidifying into a tangible, unyielding rod.  It lengthened, thickening in its growing strength.

    "Please," the whimper so faint like the beat of a moth's gentle wing.  I looked at the man, who had seemed so powerful while leading the now absent throng.  He now looked like an infant, tears streaming from his eyes, weak, broken.

    Broken, that was the word, he was broken.  No longer a leader, only a shell of the strong man he once was.  I looked at Collette, awed by her power.  I knew when I had sought her out that she was a powerful, amazing woman.  The proof of her power amazed me.

    The rod of mist lurched forward and stabbed the man through his chest. I heard the sound of his ribcage collapsing, as I watched as his chest caved inward.  Dark red blood exploded out of the collapsing drum of his chest.  I watched as the blood boiled on the cold, muddy ground before seeping in to disappear forever.

    Collette whispered, the words soft, fading as she spoke, "ashes to ashes, dust...."

    I watched amazed as the mist released the dead limbs of the man, fading into nothingness.  The man slowly sank into the ground, the earth taking him home.  From the earth to the earth, the cycle complete.

    "We are connected," the words returned me to the greenhouse.   The sun had set fully, and the room was dark.  I heard crickets chirping merrily in the tall grass of the warm room.  Collette took my hand and once again the soft candlelight appeared, lighting the way.

     She led me from the room, and I could see the doors shut softly behind us with my minds eye, no longer needing only my human senses  .I could see more now that my senses were enhanced by the strong blood coursing through my veins.  I had fed on Collette, had taken her blood and with it I had taken on some of the powers associated with it.

    I could smell the sweat and blood of the bound man struggling in the room off the kitchen.  I could hear the many tiny flags flapping on the parapets, the sound loud in the ears of my mind.  The mist surrounded the castle, and from within the stone walls I could see the seagulls flying about, darting across the waves of the sea.

    This is amazing, I thought to Collette, my mind taking in all of the new sensations.  It was as if a long dormant part of me had finally awakened, snapping out of a long slumber.

    Yes.

    The one word said it all, Collette knew what is was she had bestowed upon me, and she was waiting, watching as my mind ran through the new sounds, the new sights, and the new...desires.

    I longed for blood.  It was a strange sensation, to want blood. I raised my head and looked toward the struggling man, strapped tightly to his frame.  I could see him across the expanse of the castle, my mind focusing in on his form.  I could hear the blood as it raced through his body, pulsing, throbbing, burning.

    Collette pulled me by my hand, leading me towards the man. The candles flickered and danced in the soft undercurrents of air as we strode through the silent castle.  I was amazed how easy it was to walk with this woman in silence.  Comfortable silence.

    We turned back into the room to see the man still strapped to the wooden X-frame.  The ropes still bit into his skin, rubbing his wrists raw.  The flesh was red and swollen.  He pulled against the straps as he heard our approach, the blindfold still covering his eyes.  He moaned into his gag, his head cocked towards the sound of our approach.

    He was my last, Collette told me with her thoughts, before you.  We could not connect, as you and I have connected, so he is here, serving me as best he can.  As an afterthought she added, I expect so much more from you.  Thus far you have shown so much promise.  Now you must feed.

    I could smell his blood, coursing through his veins.  Still I hesitated, is he strong enough?  You have recently fed on him.

    Collette smiled, yes, he is.

    With a muted nod I walked forward to stand before the nude man.I could smell his sweat, could hear his heart pound in his chest.  He was waiting, his head tilted to allow me to feed on his strong throat.  The blindfold on his eyes blocked out all sight, but he knew that it was not Collette that was feeding on him.  He could sense her nearby, standing behind me, and for her he offered his blood to me.

    I opened my mouth in a snarl and leaned in.  I clamped my mouth over his throat, my teeth sinking into his warm skin.  My mouth filled with his essence, the strong taste of copper washing over my tongue in a flood of delight.  I drank heavily of his blood, growing stronger with the pure strength of the nectar.

    Yes, Collette spoke into my mind, feel how good it is.  Almost orgasmic. She giggled at the last, yes, it is quite the sexual rush.  I felt Collette walk up behind me.

    She planted her mouth on my throat.  Her teeth sank into my neck, drawing blood.  She fed on me as I fed on the bound man.  I found my cock growing erect as I fed on the man and Collette fed on me.  It was an erotic threesome, with blood and passion intertwining in a haze of delight.

    I moaned and pulled my mouth off the man's throat. Blood ran from my parted mouth, turning the whiskers of my beard a matted, blood red.  I ran my tongue over my lips, still savoring the taste, the power.  I had fed.  Collette pulled her mouth from my throat, our macabre threesome ending as rapidly as it had started. She stood next to me, her mind rambling giddily, wonderful, isn't it?

    A muted nod, yes.  Powerful, erotic, an amazing feeling. 

    Yes.

    Is that how it always is?  My mind asked, curiosity burning.  I found my cock bulging, waving into the air.  The erotic sensations of feeding, of taking another persons blood aroused me. 

    Collette smiled at me.  Yes, she replied, always.

    I stepped forward and took her in my arms.  I pressed my lips against hers and kissed her passionately.  My tongue parted her lips, probing the warm cavern of her mouth.  Our tongues danced, our lips merged, and passion erupted. We fell to our knees, my hands caressing her soft breasts. The flesh was warm to my touch, pliant.  I lowered my mouth to suckle her nipple, my tongue poking the hardening nub, pushing it side to side.  Collette moaned at my ministrations and as my tongue continued to suck on her nipples the man bound to the X-Frame moaned also.

    My head turned slightly, my tongue still flicking her nipple softly.  The man pulled at his bonds, his arms flexed at the strength of his struggles.  He moaned again, his frustration building as he struggled.  Collette moaned again as my hands continued to softly cup her breasts. Again he moaned against his bonds, longing to take my place, to caress Collette as I was, to tongue her nipples as my tongue was gliding  across the salty flesh of her breasts.  He pushed his head back, it hitting the wall behind him with an audible thud.

    "Eat me," Collette breathed.

    I trailed my tongue down Collette's stomach, wondering if she had spoken aloud for my sake, or to feed the imagination of the bound man. I knew she could speak to me with her mind, as I could her.  Still, I had to think it was to torment the bound man.  In my mind, Collette giggled.

    I snaked my tongue through her pubic hair, tickling the skin underneath.  My mouth continued lower, my tongue tickling her clit.  I parted her sex, slipping my tongue inside her pussy.  Her taste was exquisite.  I shut my eyes and moaned a soft sound, delight burning my soul like a thousand points of light in a clear, moonless sky. My arousal climbed, passion erupting, burning.  Searing heat that spread down my arms.  The fire within sprung goose bumps down my spine, chilling my skin as my body burned.

    Collette grabbed my hair, guiding my face harder against her sex.  "Yes," she moaned aloud again.  The bound man whimpered, a dismal, broken sound.  Again, "yes!"

    My tongue probed her sex, parting her lips as my head shook slightly. Her fingers pulled my hair, tugging heavily.  My tongue penetrated her soft nether lips, the soft flesh gripping my firm muscle. Her fingers danced through my hair, her moans tantalizing. 

    The bound man bucked heavily in his bonds. His pathetic moans sounding desolate, like an abandoned child, wailing for its mother.  His head pounded against the wall as he thrust it backwards, struggling to be free.

    "Yes!" Collette shouted again as my tongue continued to softly pleasure her pussy. 

    My jaw began to oscillate, pushing firmly against her sex.  She moaned in delight as my mouth brought her pleasure, my tongue still probing deep within her sex.  I shook my tongue side to side, massaging the walls of Collette's pussy, probing deeply, tasting the nectar of her delight.

    "God, yes!" Collette moaned, "more."

    I ran my hand up her thighs, massaging the soft skin behind her knees.  My tongue continued to probe the recesses of her pussy, tasting her essence, her soft flesh gripping my tongue as it continued to probe deep within her sex. The bound man continued to pound his head against the wall behind the frame he was so tightly bound to.  Spittle dripped down his chin, pooling against his naked chest.  His arms flexed as he struggled. My tongue pulled from Collette's sex when a strong sound reached my mind.  My confusion caused my probing to stop.  The sound was weak, almost imperceptible.  Stop.

    Stop?  The single work.  Faint, weak, soft.  Stop? 

    Collette moaned and pushed my head against her sex again.  I parted the soft nether lips of her pussy with my tongue, my mind flipping over itself.  Stop?  Collette had not voiced the thought.  Where had it come from?

    Again, stop.  Softer, more desolate.

    My tongue licked Collette's pussy, from top to bottom, like a sponge sopping up a spill.  It was the bound man!  Finally it came to me, the man, bound and frustrated found the strength to voice a soft complaint. Collette had said she and he had connected once, though not as strongly as she and I, so obviously he was able to speak with his mind. 

    Stop, he had voiced.

    I had not desire to stop.

    Good, Collette moaned, even her thoughts sounded erotic.

    I trailed my tongue up to softly caress the hardened nub of Collette's clit. I flicked my tongue back and forth against her clit, growing faster as I listened to Collette's aroused moans.  "Oh, God, yes," she breathed heavily, her voice throaty, hitching in desire. Her words spurred me onward.  I brought my hands up from her knees, my thumbs reaching up to probe her pussy as my tongue continued to massage her clit.  My fingers followed my hands and I slowly spread her pussy open, revealing the moist, pink interior. Pulling her open, exposing more of her sex to my gaze, I held my tongue extended.  I pushed my tongue as if it were a penis deep into Collette's wide sex.  I reached deep within her body, my tongue tickling deeper than I had ever been.