"Yes," I heard Collette moan, sounding like delayed stereo.   My body heard it and moments later my mind heard it as well.  Passion throbbing in the sensuous timbre of her soft voice.

    I watched, almost detached, yet strangely longing.  I could feel my body tonguing the soft nether lips of Collette's pussy, and I could feel my cock beg for attention.  My arms felt tense as I knelt between Collette's thighs, struggling against the leather straps that held me firmly. No, that is not me, I reasoned, that is the bound man struggling against the straps.  I could feel his frustration, deep longing that burned like lava flowing into an ocean of desire.  His frustration spilled over to my senses, sending my own climbing to peaks unknown.

    "God, Yes!" Collette hissed as her body spasmed.  Her fingers pulled my hair, her orgasm climbing, her senses escalating.  She moaned loudly, shouting incomprehensible words, panting and breathing heavily.  I heard it all through a tunnel, filtered by the shaking head of the bound man I had become.

    I could taste her again as I returned to my body, my tongue remaining planted deep inside Collette's cunt. Her arousal burned as she came, her pussy clamping tightly against the probing muscle of my tongue. She rode my face, taking her pleasure, her breathing coming in rapid bursts.  She screamed loudly, my name echoing off the stone walls of the room.  The bound man thrashed heavily at that, groaning in frustration.  I knew what he felt, understood his pain. That was the lesson, I realized, to know what it could be like.  It slapped me, and I realized how much pleasing this woman meant, and what could happen if I did not.  I appreciated the lesson.

    Good, her voice rang in my mind, and I could hear her heavy breathing as she thought it. She pulled her pussy off my face and offered me her hand.  I took the hand, our fingers interlocking.  Her skin felt warm, the passion sizzling in her fingertips.  She pulled me to my feet and escorted me out the door.  The candles burned brightly, lighting the way to the bedroom and the sunken waterbed.

    It's been a long day, she thought to me.

    Yes, I replied, remembering the past that had been revealed to me. The crowd, the flying horses, and the assailant.  I could still hear his hard voice.

    She pulled me towards the bedroom. The doors opened of their own accord, allowing Collette to pull me to the bed.  She dropped to her knees and released my hand.   I stood by the sunken bed as she crawled onto the bed.  I watched the gentle sway of her soft ass, rocking slightly side to side.  The view was enticing, and I longed to caress the soft flesh. Collette held her arm out to me, beckoning me to her.  I held out my arm and dropped to my knees.  Collette took my hand and pulled me to her.   I fell onto the bed, the waves shaking heavily.  The bed oscillated and finally slowed.  Collette wrapped her arms around me, embracing me.

    I hugged her back, our naked bodies clamped tightly.  I rested my head on her shoulder, and she lowered her face to my head.  Her cheek nuzzled at my hair, her head rolling in lazy circles. I am happy to be here, I told her, my mind speaking to hers.

    I know.

    You are amazing, I thought back.  You knew I would come, and you knew I would be happy.

    She smiled, my mind seeing the happiness written in the lines of her face.  The candles puffed out, soft wisps of smoke snaking towards the heavens.   Good night, she whispered with the muted voice of her mind.

    Good night, I thought back. I drifted to sleep, Collette holding me tight, and my arms wrapped around her.  My mind wandered in the hazy world of forgotten pasts and wishful moments.  Clouds of gray drifted in a sky of orange light.   The brilliant sunlight danced playful beams like children at play in a field of daisies. Fish swam in a brook fed by the mountain runoff of the distant snow-covered peaks.  A cold wind blew past my body, goose bumps racing down my arms.  I shut my eyes, listening to the myriad sounds; cicadas and grasshoppers chirping noisily, mosquitoes buzzing by my head, sounding loud in my ears

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    Bloodsuckers?  The word did not sound frightening, more like a welcome mat.  I pondered the word prompted by the buzzing sound of the mosquito.   I turned, Collette standing nude behind me.  The mountains a beautiful backdrop to Collette's lovely visage.  Her hair hung down over her breasts, concealing more than revealing the soft flesh; the view enticing. She beckoned me to her, her finger crooking in a come hither motion, sinewy and loose. Come to me, walk with me.  The words were dripping with power.  She bent her elbow, placing her hand on her hip.  I stepped forward, wrapping my arm in hers.

    We turned, following the brook, the sound of the water as it raced over the stones echoing in my ears. The jagged points of the stones long since worn smooth by the centuries of wet caresses.  The stream meandered through a dense forest, and the sounds of the insects grew louder. The wind picked up and Collette pulled me closer. Our crooked elbows intertwined, our footfalls falling quietly on the leaf-covered ground.   We followed the brook, the water crashing over the now smooth rocks.  The setting sun glinted off the distant peaks, shining like a halo hovering above the head of an Angel.

    Collette was my angel.  Her skin was warm, her embrace comforting. We past a large boulder jutting out across the stream.  The water crashed loudly, darting past the huge stone.  Collette stopped, motioning me to stand still.  I watched as she climbed atop the rock, her naked body hinting at things to come, the soft folds of her pussy winking at me from between her parted thighs. She climbed the rock, lying down on the warm stone.  She spread her legs and arms, holding her body spread-eagle atop the surface of the rock. The sun shone down, bathing her skin in its orange glow.  She appeared to be glowing, shining like a sunbeam threading brightly through a soft cloud. Her words were soft, pleasure me. I climbed upon the rock, the hard surface unyielding.  A cool wind blew the trees, their limbs singing in the swaying undulations.  I placed my palms on the rock, my hands straddling Collette's nude body.

    She looked wonderful, her breasts flattening to the side, her legs splayed, revealing the pink interior of her sex.  Her eyes were shut, her head tilted; baring the taut flesh of her throat.  She was tense, her body quivering in anticipation.

    I lowered my mouth and kissed her stomach.  Extending my tongue I licked a trail to her belly button, my tongue dropping into the shallow pit. I kissed the ingrown flesh.  My tongue danced in the softness.  Life began with the blood that flowed through the umbilical cord, and I could taste that blood on my tongue; throbbing in the closure of her belly button. The blood was strong, the flesh responding.   My cock throbbed with the pleasure of the blood; my desire rising.  Collette gripped my hair and pushed me lower.  My tongue trailed through her pubic hair, slipping lower, reaching the wetness of her sex. Sliding my tongue down to her pussy, I parted the soft lips. My tongue slipped inside her sex, tasting her.  The taste was enticing, my cock pounding with the pleasure I was giving to this remarkable creature.

    Creature?  I suppose that was correct, but then, so was I now, wasn't I? I had taken her blood into me, I had become the creature she was, and I reveled in that fact.

    My mind wandered in the dream state, my tongue probed on a different plane.

    On the bed, Collette pulled me closer, her mind alive sending our bodies to the far away field, the brook streaming by our stony bed.

    On the rock, Collette moaned as my tongue parted her nether lips, probing deeply.

    I returned to the rocks and field, and pleasure and happiness, my tongue working happily. I continued to probe her soft recesses, my tongue slipping along the folds.  I ran my tongue up from her ass, ending the trek at her clit.

    I continued to give these pleasing full stroking licks, massaging her sex with abandon.  She moaned in delight, her fingers flexing, grabbing at the warm outdoor air.  Her legs flailed in escalating abandon as I continued to caress her pussy with the course surface of my tongue.

    On the bed Collette whispered aloud, "eat me.  Stick your fingers in me."

    On the rock I brought my hand up and inserted two fingers inside of Collette's sex.  Pumping furiously as my tongue slipped higher to caress her clit.

    "Yes," Collette whispered as the bed swayed and on the rock I heard her delight.

    My tongue continued to play with her clit and my fingers continued their probing action.  Collette prodding me on from the comfort of the bed as I knelt between her legs on the hard surface of the boulder.

    "God, yes," she moaned, her eyes shut.  The waterbed shook with the tremors of her heightened pleasure, waving merrily.  She gripped the burgundy sheets, her hand clamping around the soft fabric as her body quivered in pleasure.

    On the rock Collette panted, her breath escaping her pursed lips in quick bursts.  Her legs wrapped around my body, pulling my face harder against the moist folds of her pussy.

    My tongue pushed against her clit, mashing the hard flesh.  My fingers rotated as I twisted my hand in quick circles.  My hand became coated with her arousal, slippery with the flowing juices.

    Collette pulled my head against her shoulder, as a mother comforting her child.  "Yes," she whispered to the quiet room, her body thrashing in pleasure as she directed my dream.  She could feel my tongue on her sex as I ate her in the dream world, a world that she controlled.

    "Faster," she directed, and kneeling on the rock the speed of my thrusting hand accelerated. My hand pistoned rapidly, my fingers probing deep inside Collette's pussy.  Her wetness flowed over my hand, coating my fingers.

    I pulled my hand from Collette's sex.  I stared into her eyes and began licking my fingers clean, my tongue slipping between my fingers.

    Collette thrust her hips in the air as an orgasm racked her body. She stared at the tender look on my face, at the loving glow of my eyes as I fed on the essence of her womanhood.  Her moans echoed in the forest, bouncing off the gently swaying trees.

    She shut her eyes, her head thrown back, her hips slapping against the heated rock.  Her breathing pulsed from her lungs as her orgasm peaked.  I watched her fingers grasp at empty air as her body relaxed slightly.

    On the bed Collette lowered her hand to her pussy. She shut her eyes and whispered, "follow."

    On the rock my hand dropped to massage Collette's pussy.

    On the bed Collette rotated her middle two fingers on her clit, pressing hard and fast, and on the rock my hand did the same, pressing on her clit with great force.

    Collette slipped two fingers into her sex, probing the soft recesses of her sex.  My fingers followed suit, slipping deftly inside the moist folds of Collette's pussy.

    On the gently rocking bed Collette masturbated, bringing her body pleasure.   She slipped her long fingers inside her pussy, massaging the velvety softness.   She brought herself to the precipice of orgasm with the quickness that years of practice had revealed.  She knew her body best of all, and on the rock I learned what pleased her.

    My fingers thrust deeply, mimicking the actions of Collette as she guided my hand from the warmth of her bed. Her fingers pleasured her sex and my fingers aped the motions.  It was as if my hand was a puppet, a marionette on a string following where the puppeteer directed.  No control of my own hand.

    Collette pulled her hand from her sex and brought her fingers to her mouth.   On the rock my hand slipped from her pussy and slipped through the wind to my open mouth.  My fingers slipped within the warm cavern of my mouth.

    I tasted her.  Strong, thick, delicious, it was a wonderful taste.   I pulled my hand from my mouth, my tongue slipping against my fingers, pulling her essence from my fingers, bathing my tongue with the delightful flavor.

    On the bed Collette dropped her hand and once again slipped two fingers inside her wet sex, and on the rock my hand followed suit. She pleasured herself, the bed swaying in the comfortable, stone worked room.

    Her legs flexed on the bed, causing my body to stir in my sleep.   I shifted against her warm body, my mind back on the hard surface on the rock. My fingers pistoned inside her body as her fingers shifted insider her own sex.

    Collette tensed as her orgasm swelled through her body.  She screamed in delight, both on the bed and on the rock.  She slipped her hand from her sex, and my hand followed its puppet like actions, slipping from her pussy.

    "That was wonderful," she whispered into the room.

    "Thank you," I replied, the sun shining down on my shoulders, the wind rustling the leaves.  The trees danced in harmony, the leaves singing a song of beauty.

    In the bedroom Collette whispered, "take my hand."

    I took her hand and she pulled me off the rock. The ground was moist, cooling my bare feet.  The soft wind blew the trees, their limbs swaying softly, singing in the pines.  Collette led us along the brook, the water washing over the stones as it had for centuries.

    We approached the waters edge, standing before a path of stones, skipping across the water.  Collette stepped gingerly on the first stone, the water washing over her feet.

    On the bed Collette moaned a soft sound of surprise as she felt the cool water splash her feet.

    She took my hand, pulling me behind her.  She led me across the broken path, skipping from stone to stone as we worked our way across the brook.

    The rock Collette stood on shook on its base and the waterbed rocked as Collette corrected herself.  She stepped ahead and I followed one stone behind.  I stepped onto the loose rock and lost my footing.  My hands flailed impotently as I fell backwards to land in the shallow water.  My hair became matted to my face, my skin breaking out in goose bumps as the cool water washed over me.

    Collette finished crossing the path, laughing as I propped myself up in the water. The water was cold and my teeth started chattering.  I pulled myself out of the chilling water and finished crossing the stream.

    Collette stood next to me, her hand covering her mouth as she tried to suppress the laughter that threatened to burst from her full lips.  Her smile broadened as she looked at me, the water clinging to my naked skin. "You look like a drowned rat," she said and then the laughter erupted.  The sound was high, rising in pitch as she held her stomach.  The sound carried through the forest, mingling with the soft timbre of the pining trees to sound like harmonic delight.

    She stopped laughing, and once again took my hand.  She led me through the forest, the dirt sticking to our wet feet.  The path became covered with flower petals, as the soft bits of flower rained down.  The falling petals looked like snow as it fell, but the colors were not white.  There were reds, pinks, and purples, all collecting in a pool.

    Collette lowered her body onto the bed of flowers, pulling me down so that I lay by her side. She held my hand as we looked up at the sky.  The sun burst through like a thousand drops of water shining on a silver sea. Bright and clear, warm and soft.

    She played her thumb over my knuckles, caressing my hand tenderly.   My breathing slowed and I slowly drifted to sleep, the bed of flowers soft under my skin.

    On the bed Collette slept, dreaming of flowers and fields and the two of us sleeping soundly with the wind in the trees singing a lullaby.  And in my sleep I dreamt the same thing.

    Together, in dreams and reality, we slept side by side.

    The sun climbed high in the sky, the light streaming through the castle window.  The window was stained glass, a crimson rose on a white background. Green stem and leaves twisting from the rose to the base of the window.  The colored light shined into the room, caressing the bed in its light.

    I opened my eyes, unsure of my surroundings.  I looked perplexed at the stone work of the castle.  Where was the bed of flowers?  Where was the gently swaying trees and soft wind?  I looked at Collette, smiling at her soft face.   She was beautiful in her slumber, peaceful, her dark hair spreading out in an Angelic wave.

    I bend and kissed her head softly.

    She opened her eyes, her warm face lit by her smile, "good morning," she whispered.

    Good morning, I thought back.

    Good, she thought, you are using your mind, our connection.  Very, very good.

    You are confused about the field, aren't you?

    Yes.  It seemed so, I paused for the word, real.

    She smiled, that's because it was real.

    My confusion was still apparent. Collette smiled. We were there, in the field, walking along the path, along the brook.  You did fall in the water, and I did laugh.  I have that ability, to control dreams, to enter the dream world.

    I knew it was true, I could read her thoughts.  She could mold the waking and dream world to her will.  Her abilities were unlimited.  When I had first met her, she had caused her home, this large, stone castle to materialize from the mist.  It was real, I had traversed its halls, had ate in its kitchen, and had slept under its roof.  The castle was real, I had no doubt that the world of my dreams had been real as well.

    Come, her mind whispered, pulling me from the bed.  We must feed. She led me from the room and I was surprised when the candles leading to the bound man did not illuminate; instead the candles flared to light leading towards the pool.  Collette kept a tight grip on my hand, pulling me behind her.

    The carpet appeared under our feet and disappeared as we passed, the candles lit, glowing with an almost reverent glare.  In front of us a large wooden door slip open silently.

    I looked into the stairwell the open door revealed, descending downward into the earth.  The air was thick with the smell of dirt and sweat, water and plants, an earthy scent.  We began climbing down the stairs, the candles giving way to wooden torches.  The torches provided greater light and threw off oppressive heat, thick black smoke drifting towards the ceiling.

    At the bottom of the stairs a long corridor led deeper into the earth. Torches snapped to life as Collette pulled me along the hallway.  She had said we were going to feed.  On who? I wondered.  She did not answer, choosing instead to listen to my thoughts.

    We walked down the hall until we reached a steel grate.  Collette took my hand and together we walked through the metal portal.  I could feel my body give way as I passed through the steel, my skin, bones, muscles, all of me giving way to the solid bars.

    I was amazed, not surprised, not really, but amazed. To be able to transcend the physical body and pass through solid objects was an amazing display of power.  Every nerve ending in my body tingled in an almost sexual peak, the grate caressing me in places never before touched.

    Collette read my mind, yes, it is exciting.  Stop walking.

    I halted, standing in the torch light, my shadow dancing along the cobblestone wall and floor.  Grey cobwebs clung to the ceiling, almost as if they were alive.  Dark green moss grew in thick patches along the lattice work of stone, muffling the sounds of water dripping in the distance.

    Collette stepped forward, don't move.  She stepped into me, her naked body merging into mine. She faded from site, her body melting into mine, until I alone stood in the musty, cobweb filled hallway.

    I shuttered in orgasmic pleasure.  Collette caressed every nerve in my body simultaneously, her body stroking mine from the inside.  My cock twitched as I ejaculated uncontrollably. My head tilted back, my eyes shut, my breath coming in loud spurts.

    It was the most amazing feeling, it was as if a thousand hands and a thousand tongues were caressing my skin.  Collette shook inside of me, and I shook in the corridor.  Collette raised my hand, placing it against the wall as if to steady my weak knees.

    She stepped out of me, and my legs collapsed.  Hanging onto the wall I caught myself before I landed on the stone floor.  "Oh my God," I panted, trying to catch my breath.

    "Yes," Collette breathed loudly, "it is the same for me."

    I lowered myself for the floor, sitting on the damp stone.  Collette dropped to her knees and then curled her legs up under her thighs as she sat on the floor next to me.  We were physically spent, almost exhausted.   It was hard to move, hard to breath, and hard to speak.  "That," way too hard, was wonderful, I completed with my mind.

    I have not done that in a long time, she thought back.