She got on her feet as she thought it over, “Marco…”

Father Raphael continued to cry as he didn’t hear what Umbra Witch said.

“Marco Bennett,” Umbra Witch said as Father Raphael turned his head to face her with puffy eyes. With a deep breath, she smiled at him. “My name. I just told it to you.”

“M-Marco?” He stammered through the hiccups.

“Yes. My name is Marco Bennett. And no, I didn’t have to bind my soul to some devil to get these powers; I was born with them. But I had to dig deep to unlock what was inside me…” Marco introduced and debunked. “You see, you have to realize that with great power, whether if it’s magic or money related, it comes with great responsibility. You had both with a lot of political sways. You could’ve easily walked away from this or even tried to pretend. I mean, damn, you pretended to be a woman for I don’t know how many years. Just like you pretended to cool with everything that has been going on. You mean to tell me you couldn’t fudge the numbers while keeping innocent people alive?”

Father Raphael felt like this was going to be a long lecture as he rested his head on the floor while she continued, “you chose this life. You chose these actions. Nobody made you do it. Nobody told you to burn down those towns, kill those men, rape those women, and drown of their children. You did that all by yourself. It wasn’t God or the Holy Mother who was just as psychotic as you guys are. But the difference between you and her, at least you have a conscience. Sadly, what is that even worth nowadays?”

She then walked over to the table and took the knife. She then approaches Father Raphael as he began to sit back up slowly. Seeing a neat trick, Marco places the knife on her hand that was emitting white flames. To his shock, it looked like the same white flames that he can use. It is clear to him now that not only she took Bain’s abilities but his as well. He started going over the possibilities of how she could have copied his. Marco didn’t make him bleed or--

“My other fluids…” Father Raphael quietly said as he concluded.

A few seconds later, the knife began to glow red. With a smile, she showed off her handiwork, “pretty cool, huh? I might use this ability of your more often. Low threshold, doesn’t take up too much energy, and recalibration-friendly.”

Father Raphael looked at the glowing knife in a daze as he was no dummy is to what Marco was planning to do.

Marco saw this reaction with a conquering smile as she stated the obvious, “I finally figured what I want. And one way or another, I’m going to take it. Is either you breed me like the demonic bitch you say I am, or I’m just going to have to cut it off and use it for later. Balls and everything.”

Hearing that made Father Raphael cry again while putting his knees together, rocking back and forth.

This received in our role from Marco, “yeah, I got it. ‘God save me. God help me.’ And I wonder how many people said the same thing when they got killed, and raped, and drowned by your men? And I don’t have time for this baby boy nonsense. So I’m giving you the count of ten…” And then she counted, quickly. “One, two, ten--!”

“FINE, FUCK IT! JUST DO IT! JUST GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY! JUST TAKE IT!” Father Raphael wailed.

Marco was shocked by his decision, “well, Third Rev boys and girls are very hard-core. To think you would have your dick and balls chopped off, so you won’t get violated by a vile creature like myself. As I said, you the man--!”

“I SAID, TAKE IT! TAKE MY VIRGINITY! RUIN ME AND DEFILE ME SO NO ONE CAN EVER HAVE ME! TAINT ME WITH YOUR BLOOD AND CORRUPT ME AS YOU TAKE EVERYTHING THAT I HOLD DEAR! SO DO IT!” Father Raphael preached.

Unbeknownst to him, Marco was just messing with him. She knew Father Raphael didn’t want to be castrated with a hot knife. She just wanted him to say it out loud.

Giving up on the ruse, Marco laughed at his pain, “well, Ralphie. Can I call you Ralphie now, since you’re not a holy man of the cloth when I get through with you?” She then reached between her legs and tried to massage her labia. Frustrated, she pouts at her newest problem. “I can’t stand it when people cry and act pitiful like that. It doesn’t get me in the mood. So, consider this as a warm-up for your first time. I want you to make me wet and ready, Ralphie.” She then walks over to the bed and sits on the edge. The only thing that fit her perfectly was her black panties as she took them off and threw them at Father Raphael, who is at this moment now christened as Ralphie. Leaving nothing to the imagination, she spread her legs wide and showed him her open labia, “I want you to come here, Ralphie, and use your mouth on me.”

Ralphie, as he is now called, didn’t have a choice. Getting his second wind, he drags himself back to the edge of the bed where Marco was sitting. Now between her thick thighs, looking up at her with his teary eyes, he started to breathe heavily. The heat from his mouth even made Marco blush as she bit down her lip.

“Tongue out and stick it in…” She was giving instructions as she guided Ralphie’s head into her crotch. His warm wet tongue felt nice. “You got a tasty ice cream cone, Ralphie. I suggest you lick it and savor the taste, baby boy.” She coos.

The boy was a natural. His tongue was indeed definitely long and flexible. For Ralphie, he didn’t mind the taste. But it was indeed dirty, immorally dirty. At least she kept herself clean, which was a relaxing thought.

Reassuring head pats became violent hair grabbing as Marco shoved his face deeper, using his tongue and lips as a sex toy. Starting to feel good, she even wrapped her legs around his head while he was still giving her cunnilingus. Gradually she started to moan louder and louder as her whole body start to shake.

Marco felt an all-too-familiar sudden rush in her stomach, “make sure you drink it all. Cheers, bitch!”

Immediately Marco arched her back, throwing her head back as she moaned as loud as she could, orgasm and squirted all over Ralphie’s face.

Her leg lock was quite tight and could have easily broken his neck if he ever moved the slightest. He stood still, hoping she will let go of the leg lock. Nowhere to go with his mouth open, Marco squirted in his mouth as he was forced to drink her urine.

Breathing heavily, Marco tried to compose herself. A minute later, she unwrapped herself, and Ralphie was able to breathe again. She later looked down to see something very intriguing and hypocritical; Ralphie was stroking his ungodly erection.

“I see you were enjoying it too. I hope you didn’t bust one of your precious loads,” Marco brutally teases.

Forcefully burping, Ralphie had to take it in stride, “no, I just wanted to relieve the pressure. I don’t know if I could ever… bust one out if you will,” Him sounding awkward while using vernacular.

It’d made him adorable for those five seconds. If only things were different, they could be at a pub right now with her having a pint, and Marco would be the one to make the first move instead of him. He would probably be in a corner somewhere just minding his own business, drinking a glass of water, bashfully chatting up with the socially aggressive blonde.

What a waste, she thought.

Still, he had it to be made an example of, “you’ve done exceedingly well for your first try. You finally got me in the flush and ready to take that monster of yours. Now get on the bed and lie on your back.”

Ralphie nodded as he climbed on the bed and followed her instructions. On autopilot or by habit, he fluffed the pillows first before he laid his head on them.

Marco then mounted on top of Ralphie, removing the loose-fitting shirt, revealed her slender hourglass figure with her perky F-Cup-sized breasts. Although he bragged about sex with many others, Ralphie was indeed a virgin. Sadly, his first-ever sexual experience would be with an Umbra Witch, a sinister devil worshiping wench that was going to take it by force.