Comically, Bain’s clothes was too big on her, as she struggled to walk in them. The Umbra Witch began to take off his trench coat. The boots, however, were loose-fitting as well, as she took them off. His pants were already at her ankles as she showed off her shapely thick legs and her creamy pale skin. It was a lost cause, so she kicked them off.

With a seductive smile and only wearing his black shirt, she joins Father Raphael while he used his hands to set himself up and dragged himself back onto the backboard of the bed.

“So, my Lord… How old are you?” She asked.

“I am… I’m 36…” Father Raphael stammered.

“You look like a teenager. Are you lying to be tough?” She teases as she etches towards him, caressing his lower legs. A crying shame since he couldn’t feel them due to her paralysis magic.

“A lot of people say I look young for my age,” it was a sad realization for Father Raphael since he was having a lighthearted conversation with the sworn enemy of his religion.

All the same for the Umbra Witch, even though he had already figured what she wanted from him, “that means you take good care of yourself. You look very fit and strong. Probably have a lot of stamina and play a lot of sports…”

“I played football, series A--”

It was clear what the Umbra Witch wanted and nothing that Father Raphael can do anything about it. His worst fears came to fruition as she started to undress him by unbuttoning his shirt.

“What are you doing?” Father Raphael frantically stammered.

She was only inches away from his face as he took in her warm, feminine scent. It was sweet like oranges and cinnamon. But her body heat was warmer than usual. It only meant one thing for women in general who wanted more than just a conversation.

“What am I doing?” The Umbra Witch got impatient by buttoning his shirt, “what does it look like I’m doing, you poor dumb bastard?” She teases.

His eyes grew large, so big that she could see his pupils. It was the fear and hopefully the arousal of Father Raphael, “I am a man of the cloth--!”

“And you came out of your mother’s vagina hole. Just like I did with mine,” while I’m doing his belt buckle. “Say a couple of fancy words, dunk your head in some water, and you eat some paper crackers without any jelly. That doesn’t make you safe or even the better animal.”

“You don’t need to do this! I can give you anything that you want! I’m sorry for your friends, but we are only doing what God intended us to do!” Father Raphael pleaded.

“You’re doing what mommy Maria wanted you to do. It kills me that she reads from the same science fiction novel and twists the words around to fit her cultural cleansing agenda. She is no different than those who do it all over the world before she was born. Hell, she is no different than those who do it all over the world right now and in the future. Because at the end of the day, we are all animals who can walk upright and think for ourselves. So was the God damn point?”

After that lecture, she tried to take off his skirt, but in a pitiful attempt, Father Raphael stops her, “you can’t be serious about that; we are all God’s children--”

“According to you, I’m not! So which one is it?!” Umbra Witch was growing mad and frustrated as he snapped at him.

Father Raphael even thought about it and immediately felt shame and remorse washing over his body as he looked away.

“You don’t even have to tell me, padre…” Umbra Witch bellows. “And just like animals, I want to show you—no, I want you to feel something.” She then took one of his hands as she sat up. The Umbra Witch then placed his hand on her Venus mound tracing it down to her labia as she made Father Raphael rub it gently. She began to moan immediately in arousal.

Flushing like a strawberry, he couldn’t believe what he felt. It was soft and warm. It was even getting a little bit wetter. Marco never acted like this before and was really reserved and conservative, due to her suppressed upbring. Awakening her nephalem heritage, it brought out her true sultry nature as an Umbra Witch.

Panting and shaking a little, Umbra Witch looked into the eyes of the shameful priest, “I went to the doctors before I visited my friend. The one, you people, shot up. I adore her little baby girl, and I was so envious that she had one before me--!”

Father Raphael finally snapped out of it as he knew what this meant. Jerking his hand away, he tried his best to either run or crawl or both away from the Umbra Witch. Tumbling out of bed, he crawled away as best as he could. Alas, his arms were too weak even to crawl away.

Reeling from the anxiety and fear that drained most of his strength and adrenaline, “why Lord, for I have only asked her what I should do in your name? Please Lord, deliver me from this torment! Deliver me from this evil! Do not let me be defiled and devoured by the cruel hearts of beasts from the devil!”

Blinking out of confusion, the Umbra Witch just stared at him, trying to run away. He didn’t make it that far, only a few meters away. Not in any rush, she got off the bed and walked towards him.

Exhausted from crawling, Father Raphael stopped breathing heavily.

The Umbra Witch saw this as an opportunity as she grabbed him by the back of his collar and ripped off his shirt, exposing him topless. Flipping him over, she saw his then and muscular physique up close.

Indeed, she was utterly amazed by how well-built he is, “oh my! And I thought you were going to be a beanpole! Nice broad shoulders, a killer set of abs, well sculptured arms… I have check out what’s under the hood!” She then knelt between his legs and reached under his waist, pulling off his skirt. It was indeed tight, so it took her a while. However, it was worth it as it exposed something truly glorious about the supposed holy father’s legs.

It had to be 10 inches, but the thickness of his holy member was marvel all in itself. She had to stop herself from drooling as she admired the masculine scent emanating from it. Umbra Witch was indeed hands-on with her new prized possession as she stroked it gingerly. This got a lukewarm reaction to the recipient as he tried his best not to get aroused.

“This is a crime to be unused by your God…” The Umbra Witch praises with a wicked smile.

Even if it was flaccid, it was still big. But she just had to know how it looked hard and aroused. She even bobbled and fondled his testicles.

“These two boys are large and engorged. They are so heavy and filled with your holy water,” she coos as she giggled. “Tell me, padre, do you jerk? You have to, looking at these pair of juicy grapefruits.”

“Do you worst, you wretched dog. I will never give you what you want!” Father Raphael being defiant with tears in his eyes.

The Umbra Witch blinked at him as if she were confused. In all honesty, Father Raphael was confused by this reaction as well.

Yet, she shrugged as she innocently smiled at him, “do my worst? You the man!” Umbra Witch obliged, firmly grasping his penis in one hand, and grabbing his testicles with the others.

He thought she was going to rub one out for him as a form of punishment in embarrassment.

Oh, how wrong he was…

“Adferte Domino. Da ei menteque virili pertingam.” A pair of symbols that glowed a hue of dark pink appeared on the back of the Umbra Witch’s hands. She would get immediate results of the spell as Father Raphael’s became fully erect and his testicles swell twice their size.

Feeling the immediate growth and arousal, his legs start to shiver, and his body began to tremble all over. He threw his head back as he felt something leaking out of his penis. The Umbra Witch caught it with her hand. Mesmerized by the smell and volume, she lapped it up in her mouth. It was an amazing taste, something that she missed since she never had a man for a while to satisfy her.

Even though she was enthralled by the taste of a young fertile man premature ejaculate, there was something that she had to address, “first of all, you are not 36. You have to be in your early 20s to have pre-ejaculate seed this potent and flavorful. As an Umbra Witch, to us, it’s like drinking a glass of full-bodied red wine. We can tell your age just by that alone. Just we I can tell that you are not human either…” she boldly stated.

Father Raphael was sweating profusely as he was catching his breath, trying his best not to climax. Out of the left-field, Umbra Witch smacked his erection extremely hard. So forceful, it almost knocked him out.

“But she already knew you weren’t, didn’t you?” The umbra witch interrogated. “And still, you being a nephalem yourself, helped many of your own die or suffer fates worse than death.”

Crawling in the fetal position on the side, he began to cry.

Shivering and trembling, he started to pray, “please… Please don’t rape me… I’m sorry… I’m sorry for what I’ve done… I’ve heard so many people… And I’ll never do it again… As God is my witness, and my Savior, and my friend… If you leave here, I will not go after you or anyone ever again… Please… Just have mercy on me… I’m sorry…”

Afterward, Father Raphael completely fell apart as he cried in the fetal position.

The Umbra Witch had a good heart when it came to dealing with other goodhearted people. She was always easy-going and was always willing to forgive others for their mistakes. But this was no mistake. The Holy Mother knew just how strong this kid was, and she used him. Father Raphael was more of a long line of mascots rather than anyone with any importance.

But in the same vein, he is not innocent. At any time, he could have easily ignored the Holy Mother’s orders while collecting the checks from her and live in this mansion rent-free. It is not like she is keeping any tabs on him. But he didn’t; he just had to make a name for himself by killing people who were weaker than he was.