Remain in this memory and remember exactly what the Archbishop did for you.

Slowly, not wanting to break whatever strange spell or dream has come over the Archbishop, you reach down beneath the sheet and begin stroking your cock, while staring at the picture of feminine beauty before you.

A smile dances over Rhea's features. "I see you _are _feeling better." She pulls her hand back from your bare chest and hooks a finger through the neckline of her dress, pulling it down to expose her breasts for you. They swing gently in the sun, heavy and softer than any pillow. "Anything you want, I will provide. I am yours, and I look forward to receiving your blessing, chosen one." She says with a sly wink.