It was just turning dusk on Sunday night. Meridwyn was alone in the private chamber, missing her husband, and now her companion. She couldn't imagine what had transpired to cause the cancellation of the Sheriff and his lady's wedding, but she knew there had to be some misunderstanding.

Oh Guy, she thought. Come home soon. This is madness. Perhaps you can talk some sense into him?

It was at this time, that Guy and his men had just secured their horses outside of Hamon's estate. He ordered his men to circle the home and look inside. They came back around the front to give their report.

"I saw no signs of life in there." Gerad said.

The other man shrugged.

"Break down the door!" Guy ordered.

They searched through the home. They found nothing. Hamon was gone. Guy asked the men to take a last look upstairs. After they left the room he stood in, he quickly scanned the area for an appropriate place to conceal the items the Sheriff gave to him. Near the desk by a window, he found several shelves containing books. The books had several layers of dust covering them. Guy grinned. Looks like Hamon doesn't read much! There was plenty of space there to hide the book of shadows, the double edged dagger, and the silver pentagram medallion within and behind the lot of books. He rearranged the dusty books back in their place, stood back to assess it, then smiled, satisfied. It was better if Hamon didn't know the items were there, when indeed…they returned with the Bishop.

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The town council meeting had just adjourned on Monday morning. The Sheriff asked to speak with Gregor, his tax collector at the close of the meeting.

"What is it you wish to speak to me about, my lord?" Gregor asked.

"Once again, you are instructed not to collect taxes from my lady for her property, and her estate." The Sheriff said.

"Alright." Gregor said.

"You will continue in this manner until further notice." The Sheriff added.

Gregor nodded and reassured the Sheriff it would be done.

After the Sheriff excused Gregor, one of his sentry announced that Master Luke was present to report to him. He asked the sentry to send him in.

"My lord." Luke nodded.

"Well Luke, how was your first interrogation?" The Sheriff asked.

"It was fair, my lord." A beat. "I regret to tell you…it is obvious he cares for her." Luke said.

"Is that so?" The Sheriff asked gruffly.

"Yes. He is convinced your child is not hers. When I probed him about it, he said he knows this to be true, but cannot reveal how he knows." Luke said with chagrin.

The Sheriff shook his head. How did the cursed little ferret come to this conclusion? He must have figured it out when he spoke with Rhiannon, when she slithered into the dungeon like a snake! Somehow the man must have figured out she had nothing to do with it, because naturally, she doesn't remember anything of her own child! The Sheriff let out an audible sigh. Did that cursed prisoner tell Rhiannon this, that the child he was charged with kidnapping was mine? She probably thinks I was unfaithful to her too! This was pure lunacy! If the Whitfield character hadn't shared this tidbit of information with Rhiannon then, he would surely find a way to tell her now - if she would be so bold as to try to see this man in the dungeon again! And Whitfield would try to use this information to his advantage. The Sheriff pondered this a moment. If Whitfield couldn't have Rhiannon, he'd make sure the Sheriff couldn't have Rhiannon either. The Sheriff rolled his eyes. He needed a drink.

"What did you learn?" The Sheriff asked.

"He repeated everything you told me." Luke said. "Then he spent so much time insulting you that I decided to cut it short." A beat. " I had not yet been advised about how you wished me to proceed with disciplinary measures."

The Sheriff nodded. "You were wise to come to me first. You are permitted to harm him, but do not kill him. Use whatever means comes to mind if force is indicated." The Sheriff said.

Luke nodded and took his leave.

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At dusk on Monday night, Rhiannon was pacing her room in her manor, wringing her hands. Celestria would be showing up at the castle any moment now. Suddenly, Rhiannon felt sickened at the thought of them…touching each other so intimately. How far would the Sheriff take this? She was filled with anxiety and cursed herself for following through with this dreadful idea. She walked toward the door. She was going to go and mount her horse.

Then she stopped at the door. No. Whatever is to be shall be. He must come to you willingly, she thought. The only way he can do that, is if he doesn't submit to the courtesan – willingly.

She drew a deep breath and went to the bed. She hugged her pillow to her and prayed she didn't just make the biggest mistake of her life.

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It was an hour after dusk. The Sheriff was preparing to retire in a little while. He was reclined on the small sofa in the den, sipping his second generous libation of brandy. He was dressed in his breeches, boots, and the long black silk robe. Finally, he was feeling relaxed. He spent most of the day mulling over the events of the last three days. Everything had changed. He was angry. He had been lied to. And only two things served to calm the rage when it came over him. The brandy, which was not completely working to tame it at the moment, and…

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He went to the door and opened it. He was surprised to see a beautiful maiden standing there before him. She was almost as beautiful as Lady Rhiannon. She wore a burgundy silk gown. It had a low cut sweetheart neckline, and was fastened all the way down the front with laces. She wore a black cape over that. She knew exactly how to accentuate her best features. Her full lips were stained in a neutral colour to match her gown. She wore a golden chain. The choice was very clever. Upon it hung a medallion shaped like an arrowhead encrusted in garnets, with tiny diamonds accenting the perimeter of the pendant - that pointed directly to her cleavage. Her breasts were pushed up, and they beckoned for his touch. The Sheriff licked his lips. Her chestnut hair shined and the waves caught the light of the torch burning on the wall behind her. It made her hair appear to dance with light. Her eyes were a deep blue framed by long black eyelashes. The Sheriff swallowed. How did this beautiful courtesan know exactly when to show up? She was either a sign, a gift, or a trick. He didn't care which of them she was, because the prospects of her unexpected visit were suddenly interesting. Especially since the brandy had done little to calm his rage, he thought with a smirk.

Mistress Celestria concealed a gasp. She had seen the Sheriff of Nottingham from a distance before, but never up close. He was…the most devilishly handsome creature she had ever seen! He was fiercely arousing to look upon, and dangerous. His appearance was a mixture of mystery and exotica combined. She looked into his eyes and felt the beginnings of licentiousness. His lady was a damned fool not to just take this man, no questions asked! If the lady was too stupid to hang onto him, then perhaps Celestria could do something about it? The seduction would be genuine - because in that first glance upon him, when their eyes first locked - which only lasted a moment, Mistress Celestria had forgotten most of her instructions from Lady Rhiannon. She realized she could've cared less anyway. She would make the Sheriff forget all about his ungrateful, foolish little lady entirely! The corners of her perfect mouth upturned in a smirk.

"I did not send for you." The Sheriff spoke. His voice made her feel warmed all over.

"No. I was sent to you as a gift. You may do with me what you will." Celestria spoke in a soft seductive tone. She leaned into him and whispered into his ear. "But you don't have to do anything you don't want to." She breathed. She followed that by blowing in his ear softly. She knew exactly how to bring this man around.

The Sheriff closed his eyes and swallowed. "Enter." He said.

He gave her a goblet of brandy, then brought his own goblet to his lips and finished it until the contents were drained. Then he poured another goblet. He wasn't sure if he was drunk enough for this? He closed his eyes, and drew in a sigh. This was an illusion. It cannot be real.

"What is your name?" The Sheriff asked. He expected her not to answer, because he was certain he was going to wake up any second now.

"I have no name." Celestria said.

The Sheriff regarded her curiously. How much had he had to drink again? See? It was a dream. How perfect is this?

"I am your fantasy." She whispered.

He sighed. Then he wondered if someone tainted the bottles of the tincture of rapture while they were stored in the cellar with some sort of a drug? The Sheriff sat back upon the small sofa and reclined back, sipping his brandy as he watched her. He didn't know why he was doing this, but he knew he was still angry at Lady Rhiannon. He was filled with such jealous fury he couldn't think clearly. So he let the tincture of rapture help him to enjoy the moment.

She inched toward him, and began to slowly untie the laces that held her gown closed. Her breasts became visible. Then when she was just inches from him, she bent down to him and leaned her firm, perfectly shaped breasts into his face for a brief second. Her perfect, hard pink nipples grazed over his lips. He sighed. Then she ran her hands over his shoulders and pulled his silky robe down and slowly removed it from him. She did so in such a way that the fabric grazed his skin like the touch of a feather. Then Mistress Celestria slowly ran her soft hands over his strong arms and his smooth chest, kneading his flesh while she did so.

The Sheriff closed his eyes and sighed. Oh, Rhiannon. You're not here with me, yet I almost feel near to you. If I close my eyes I can pretend that it's you, and we shall be together… No. This was not Rhiannon. She had turned her back on him. And now he was free to do whatever he desired.

Celestria stood before him. She swiftly unlaced the strings on her gown that held it closed. She pried it open and removed it, letting it fall to the floor. She stood naked in front of him.

The Sheriff closed his eyes. He was growing hard at the sight of her. The mistress came to him and proceeded to straddle him. He put his hand on the back of her neck and brought her forward. He took in the scent of her silky hair. It smelled like roses. It smelled like... the rosewater that Lady Rhiannon applied to her skin after bathing. He always associated his lady with roses, especially white ones. She was drawn to them, and held one in her hand when they first spoke. Curses! Forget her, you fool! He told himself. This maiden is the most beautiful damned consort who has ever graced your chambers! She's damn near perfect. Take her!

She began to kiss his neck, his ear then his cheek. When she moved toward his lips, he gently grabbed her shoulders and pulled her away from him.

"Kiss me anywhere, but not on my lips." The Sheriff instructed.

She nodded. Then she slowly settled on top of him. She deftly untied the strings of his codpiece and cast it aside. Before she continued, she proceeded to grind against him as she leaned her breasts against his chest and kissed his neck. He closed his eyes tightly and sighed. He wished this lady was Rhiannon. The goblet he held in his hand suddenly dropped to the floor.

Celestria reached down and slowly unlaced his breeches. She pried the edges apart then stopped. As she stared into his eyes when she had his full attention, she slowly brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them. Then she lowered it to him and took him in her hand. She stroked him slowly, expertly, then working him into a heightened frenzy of arousal. He slowly licked his lips. He thought he would die if he did not take her now…

But she stopped. Then she suddenly knelt before him. To hell with her instruction from Lady Rhiannon - she was dying to taste him. He excited her like no man ever had. She took him in her hand and brought her lips toward his manhood.

He grabbed her again by the shoulders and stopped her.

"No." The Sheriff said abruptly. "There is only one woman who is permitted to touch me in that manner." He said firmly.

She looked up at him and smiled. But she stayed there. She wet her fingertips on her tongue again then began to stroke him. Then she gently blew on him, and swept the silky strands of her hair across him. He began to breathe rapidly and closed his eyes. He was rock hard. This maiden would kill him if she didn't stop teasing him! To hell with it! He was drunk. He could do this! He needed her. He needed this - whatever she was going to bring to him to make him forget about Lady Rhiannon. He tossed all logical thoughts that were telling him to stop, and cast them aside. He had to take her. He had to take her now. He grabbed her and brought her toward him. Celestria gave him a smoldering seductive glance, and smiled. She was pleased. He wanted her. She was going to make him forget all about his Lady Rhiannon. She positioned herself over top of him again. She continued to touch him intimately with her hands. He felt himself harden even more. He needed her damnit! He tentatively reached down and found the place between her thighs. He began to touch her and threw his head back and sighed.

"God you're wet." He whispered huskily when he opened his eyes and narrowed them. He burned them into hers as he continued to please her. "Mmm. So tight…" The Sheriff breathed. He closed his eyes again briefly and gasped.

"Don't stop, my lord. I don't need to catch my breath. I'm halfway there." Celestria purred as she licked his left earlobe and blew in his ear. At the same time she was continuing to stroke his manhood applying quick motions with varying degrees of pressure. He moaned an appreciative response. Celestria sighed. This man was perfect. He felt perfect in her hands. She wanted to feel every inch of him within her. She desired him more than any man she ever had before. She was filled with anticipation. He was touching her like he wanted her. Like he couldn't wait to take her. She was almost there. Could this really be real? Was she really just about to get intimate with the most handsome man she'd ever laid her eyes upon? She couldn't believe her luck at finally landing an assignment like this one.

He cursed himself. Why was he doing this? Why did this courtesan have to be so damned beautiful? No. Just take her! She's a gift, damnit… just take her! She feels so good. She's wet for you. And she's making you so damned hard…

She leaned forward and let her breasts touch his face. She was disappointed to see he didn't respond. The Sheriff wanted to taste just one of her perfect nipples, but he couldn't. He couldn't figure out why? She reached down and took him in her hand to guide him. He was ready for her. She paused for a moment and looked into his eyes. He was breathing hard as he burned his eyes into hers. He was ready to explode. This was it, the moment he was waiting for. She was a vision. This was a dream. Yes, this was only a dream…

"Take me now, my lord. As you can see…I am ready for you." She whispered.

He sighed. He was more than ready for her.

Celestria maintained her gaze and slowly lowered herself to him. He watched as she slowly licked her lips in anticipation of his touch. He held her waist with one hand, with the other he gripped the cushion he was seated on. He closed his eyes. Just as they made contact – a feather light touch of what they might have had, he spoke.

"Rhiannon." The Sheriff whispered longingly in a sigh.

Mistress Celestria stopped. The Sheriff opened his eyes and looked at her. He quickly grabbed her and pulled her away before she proceeded further.

"Get off of me, whore!" The Sheriff whispered gruffly.

Celestria wanted to slap him, but thought better of it. Fine! Let the lady have him, she thought as she dressed hastily. He wasn't worth my time anyway!

"Who sent you to me?" The Sheriff demanded.

"Someone who wishes to remain anonymous." Celestria said as she put on her cape.

"You have to be more specific than that." The Sheriff said unmoving. He wouldn't let her leave until she answered a few questions.

"One of your Black Knights. He wishes to remain anonymous but he sent me to you…in an effort to cheer you." She said.

"Hmm. Interesting." The Sheriff muttered. This was curious. Funny – nobody had ever done this for him before? Why now? Who would do this?

He was right about one point on first sight of this courtesan. She was not a sign, and she sure as hell wasn't a gift! His Knights wouldn't dare do this – it had to be a trick! He wondered if Whitfield could've orchestrated it from his cell in the dungeon? The Sheriff wouldn't be surprised. One thing was certain, the Sheriff would find out who had gone to such lengths to trick him!

She turned back to face him as she had one hand on the door handle. "Uhm…you can find me at Madam Birghiva's should you change your mind, gorgeous." She gave him a knowing wink, then exited.

Curses! The Sheriff let out a sigh. Of all the times for a beautiful one to show up at the door to his chambers! Where the hell was she three or more years ago?

But what he really wanted was to be next to his lady – if she was still his lady. He knew that now. He cursed himself for touching the courtesan. He came very close to taking her. If Rhiannon hadn't come to mind when she did, he indeed would probably still be ravishing and pleasing the hell out of that pretty little wench right now! He began to mutter curses under his breath. Now the memories of the unnamed courtesan's perfect, beautiful body touching him skin to skin sent chills down his spine. And now, he wasn't sure if he was more angry at himself for coming so close to being unfaithful to his lady, or for stopping the beautiful blue eyed wench from mounting him? Women were so damned complicated, but why did he need them so much? He had behaved…exactly the way he always used to! Except for stopping the wench from taking him in her mouth – before he met Rhiannon, he would've welcomed it; except for that – the old him was back. He nearly took that maiden in reckless abandon!

He made a mental note of the unnamed whore's last words, should he find the situation with Lady Rhiannon to ultimately be irreparable.

And then he wondered…if it could be resolved…even though he didn't get totally intimate with the courtesan, would he be able to look Lady Rhiannon in the eye again? What have I done? – Or not done? He thought.

If this was indeed orchestrated by Whitfield, then the Sheriff had a problem. If Whitfield was able to hire the consort to seduce the Sheriff – he would find a way to report this to…Lady Rhiannon. Oh God…she was going to know! Because who the hell else besides Whitfield could've done this? She would know. He was doomed. He took a large gulp of the brandy, closed his eyes and sighed. He decided then that he definitely was not drunk enough.

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"How was your evening?" Madam Birghiva asked. Celestria had just returned at moonrise from her close encounter with the Sheriff of Nottingham.

"Huh!" Celestria snorted. "I don't know how she can stand him! He wouldn't let me kiss him on the mouth – "

"Why would you want to?" Madam Birghiva said. "Haven't I always strongly advised never to get too close to your clients? I've always told you it's better not to kiss their lips. It makes this business so much easier if you don't." The Madam reminded her.

"Yes." Celestria said. She knew if not for the memory of that cursed little wretch, she would still be reveling with the Sheriff right now! Dying to kiss him on the lips. And if only he hadn't stopped her, perhaps he would've let her do that by now?

"I was going to do something else for him too, but he wouldn't let me." Celestria said regretfully.

"What was that?" The Madam asked. Why did the courtesan seem so disappointed by these subtle rejections?

"I was going to…uhm…" Celestria blushed.

"What!"

"Take him…in my mouth." Celestria whispered.

"Interesting. I'm sure that has a lot of appeal for many blokes?" Madam Birghiva mused as she stroked her chin, pondering the idea.

"Yes. I heard about the trick from another." Celestria lied.

"Oh?"

"Indeed. Anyway…he stopped me. I uh…guess he doesn't like that." Celestria said.

"And?…" Madam Birghiva probed.

"He loves the cursed little wretch! But she does not deserve him!" Celestria exclaimed.

Madam Birghiva's eyebrow shot north, curiously. "You fell for him, didn't you?" She guessed accurately. Her glowing amber eyes burned into her courtesan's. Coupled with her hair, she looked like pure fire.

"No." Celestria answered a little too quickly, her eyes downcast.

"This is indeed – a problem." Madam Birghiva remarked, shaking her head.

"No it isn't. He stopped me, Madam. We were this close!" Celestria exclaimed as she formed her thumb and forefinger in a small 'c'. We actually touched! I say to you: it was madness! Then he stopped. He stopped just before I would feel him inside of me! I shall never be able to look him in the eye again, I dare say." Celestria lamented. "You need not worry, Madam Birghiva. There shall be no problem." She sighed.

"You're certain?" Madam Birghiva asked. She knew the question was pointless. It was very obvious by the tone of the consort's voice, that she was very disappointed that the session ended so abruptly. Celestria wanted the Sheriff. None of the consorts ever wanted their clients!

"Absolutely." Mistress Celestria lied as she looked away from the Madam's piercing gaze.

Madam Birghiva sighed. There was no mistaking it. She prided herself on how well she could read people. It was a good strength to possess to run this manner of business. She knew it as sure as she was standing there: alas, the mistress had completely and totally, almost madly in fact….fallen for the Sheriff of Nottingham!

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On Tuesday morning, the Sheriff strode into the dungeon. It was time to have a few words with his cursed prisoner. He nodded to Joseph on his way in and went straight to the door of Robert's cell. He opened it the same way he did the last time he came, pushing it in so it thudded on the wall behind it. Robert looked up and sighed.

"Nice gift you sent to me last night, Whitfield. I took a good look at it." The Sheriff snarled.

"Gift? Why in the hell would I send you a gift? And how could I arrange that from in here?" Robert asked incredulous.

"Don't play the fool with me!" The Sheriff hissed. "I know exactly why you did it too. So you can tell her all about it! I don't know why you're bothering this much to hang onto her. It won't matter to you anyway, because….Oh… wait a minute. Didn't I tell you? You're going to die!" The Sheriff laughed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about. Huh! I always knew you were delusional!" Robert sneered.

"Really?" The Sheriff remarked facetiously as he inched in closer. "Yes. I took a long thoughtful look at it. Your gift to me, that is. And I touched it. And then I figured it out - that it was too good to be true. It was a trick. It was your trick. And besides that - I couldn't do it to my lady!" The Sheriff barked.

Robert just stared at him shaking his head, completely astonished. What the hell was the man going on about?

"So I rejected your little gift. Do make sure you tell Lady Rhiannon that!" The Sheriff yelled.

"What in the devil are you talking about?" Robert asked again. The Sheriff said nothing. Robert shook his head. "My…. Rhiannon deserves so much better than the likes of you!" Robert blurted. He stopped himself just in time from referring to her as his sister.

"Your….what exactly? You stopped yourself then. What were you going to say?" The Sheriff demanded. His left eyebrow shot north as he continued. "Hmm…let me guess: your 'darling'? Your 'dearest'? Or how about…your 'lover'!" The Sheriff barked.

"What the hell does all this have to do with the kidnapping that I'm here for? Am I your prisoner because I 'kidnapped' your child?" Robert asked as he hooked his first two fingers of both hands around the word, even though his arms were chained. "Or - am I your prisoner because I dare to love your lady?" Robert asked pointedly.

"Well it does make things rather interesting, but you will die because you kept my son away from me!" The Sheriff hissed.

"And your lady…" Robert said with his eyebrow raised.

"Yes, Rhiannon is the boy's mother. I know you don't believe that, but I don't personally give a tinker's damn what you think!" The Sheriff huffed.

"Sure." Robert chortled.

"You shall never begin to love her the way I do. I had planned to make that lady very happy. She could still be happy if you would stop interfering with your boorish games!" The Sheriff said as he bore his amber eyes into Robert's. He never once broke eye contact when he said it.

Robert was stunned. Could the Sheriff really love Rhiannon? No. The Sheriff was skilled at lying and manipulation. He was manipulating Robert right now. The Sheriff was not good enough for Robert's sister!

"Whatever you say." Robert said nonchalantly. He was curious to know what this gift was that the Sheriff had just referred to.

"Joseph!" The Sheriff bellowed.

His jailer answered the summons within moments.

"Yes, my lord?" Joseph asked.

"Administer twenty five lashings to this cursed, pathetic, skinny little ferret!" The Sheriff barked as he pointed his sword in the direction of the prisoner.

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A few hours later, just at midday, Mistress Celestria arrived at the estate to submit her report to Lady Rhiannon.

Lady Rhiannon was startled when she opened the door, even though she was expecting her. She was afraid to hear what the courtesan had to say. Rhiannon gestured for her to come in and took her to the sitting room.

"Tell me." Rhiannon implored her.

"I undressed, then I got close to him." Mistress Celestria began. "You sure you can handle this?" She suddenly asked.

"Tell me every detail. I must know." Rhiannon replied.

Celestria cleared her throat. "I began to kiss him, but he stopped me from kissing him on the mouth." She said.

"Go on…" Rhiannon encouraged.

"I touched him… I made him hard." Celestria whispered. She tried not to grin.

Rhiannon swallowed.

"And uhm…I know you told me not to do it, but I... couldn't stop myself. I knelt down before him and – "

"No! I told you not to!" Rhiannon hissed.

"Don't worry, honey. He stopped me from doing that too." Celestria remarked with chagrin.

Rhiannon sighed. She tried to conceal the grin that was beginning to slowly form.

"What else? Did he touch you?" Rhiannon asked.

Celestria drew in a breath. This was embarrassing – having to admit to this ungrateful wretch that the Sheriff pretty much had rejected her! This ungrateful –

"Hmm. Not really…" Celestria hinted as she looked up and mused. The corners of her mouth upturned in a smirk. "At least – not at first."

A series of thoughts began to echo loudly in Celestria's mind: If I tell her, I'll look like a fool - as if I possess no skills of seduction! If I tell her…she will marry the Sheriff. I won't stand a chance with him. But…he wanted me. He responded to me, he was ready. The way he touched me…I was almost there. I almost had him! I could have him again! Yes! I could have him again…

"But then, you see, I had him worked up into such a state of passion, he could no longer help himself." Celestria suddenly blurted.

"What… do you mean?" Rhiannon asked slowly with her eyebrow raised.

"He began to touch me…intimately. He could see I was ready for him. He said he liked it that I was... wet, and uhm…what was it he said again? Yes – 'so tight'. And you see…he was soo hard." Celestria smirked.

Rhiannon gasped.

"I straddled him. We were skin to skin. I lowered myself slowly to him…" Celestria said slowly with her eyebrow raised knowingly.

"And…what did he do then?" Rhiannon asked. She closed her eyes and crossed her fingers behind her back for the answer.

"He grabbed my hips and pulled me on top of him and took me right then, in total reckless abandon. And I pleased him. And then, he let me please him again." Celestria said unblinking. "In fact, he kept me up all night!" Mistress Celestria lied.

Rhiannon's jaw flew agape. Then her face went white as death.

And then the lies just kept on coming….

"And then…wait. Shall I tell you more?" Celestria taunted.

Rhiannon nodded for her to continue. She needed to know the truth of it.

"A miracle occurred. He finally let me kiss him on the lips. He drove his tongue into my mouth and wrapped it around mine." Celestria said. She would make him do this to her...next time. He would want her...again.

Rhiannon felt sick to her stomach.

"And then…he finally let me savour the taste of his perfect manhood in my mouth. Mmm…he was soo good. Tell me: does he let himself release while inside of yours?" Celestria asked boldly, lying through her teeth.

Rhiannon stared with her jaw agape.

"He liked it, milady. He wants to see me again." Celestria lied. She wanted to laugh. You lose…fool! She smiled to herself.

"No. Lies…all of it – lies!" Rhiannon cried.

"It's not a lie, milady. And…if you need me to teach you anything new, you know where to find me." Celestria winked as she headed for the doorway. She stopped and turned around to face Rhiannon.

"Oh yes, I was going to keep this my little secret, but what the hell! He likes it when you massage him with moistened fingertips, blow on it, and then sweep your hair softly over it. You must make it so it touches him feather light. Remember that." Celestria taunted.

Rhiannon shook her head.

"Just guess how I wet my fingertips? Oh yes…he liked it alright." Celestria smirked. She decided to leave it to Lady Rhiannon's imagination how she wet her fingertips to touch the Sheriff's perfect manhood. Let her mull that one over in her small mind! The Sheriff would be back for her for certain! Celestria knew it. Once this foolish and ungrateful wretch rejected the Sheriff, he would be summoning for Mistress Celestria. She would have him. And he would want it...next time. She smiled knowingly at the thought of their next encounter. The first one was damn near perfect. And it would be perfect...next time. He would be putty in her hands.

Rhiannon felt her heart sinking. No. This couldn't be. How could he!