Comically, Bain's clothes were too big for her, and she struggled to walk in them. The Malefica Obscura 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 thick, shapely legs and 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 uses his hands to set himself up and drags himself back onto the bed's backboard.

All this time, I finally found you... Marco thought. “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. Even though she used paralysis magic, he could still feel the electrical shock of her touch as it made him shiver.

“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 Malefica Obscura, even though he had already figured out 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 Malefica Obscura wanted, and nothing that Father Raphael could do anything about it. His worst fears come to fruition as she unbuttoned his shirt.

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

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

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

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

“You are false prophet of a cult with a fake title,” while undoing his belt buckle. "Say fancy words, dunk your head in water, eat paper crackers without jelly, and drink watered-down wine like any other church. That doesn't make you safe or even the better animal."

"Y-you don't need to do this! I can give you anything else! I'm sorry for your friends, but we only do what God intended!" Father Raphael pleaded.

"You're doing what Mommy Maria wanted you to do, not God. It kills me that she reads from the same book of truth and twists the words to fit her fictional cultural cleansing agenda. She is no different than those who did it worldwide before birth. Hell, she is no different than those who do it worldwide 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 what is the point?”

After that lecture, she tried to take off his skirt, but in a pitiful attempt, Father Raphael stopped 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?!” The Malefica Obscura 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..." The Malefica Obscura 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 Malefica Obscura 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. Due to her suppressed upbringing, Marco had never acted like this before and was reserved and conservative. Awakening her nephalem heritage revealed her true sultry nature as an Malefica Obscura now.

Panting and shaking a little, the Malefica Obscura looked into the eyes of the shameful fake priest, "I went to the doctor before I visited my friend. The one, you people, shot up. I adore her 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 to run or crawl away from the Malefica Obscura. 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 in confusion, the Malefica Obscura stared at him, trying to run away. He only made it a few meters away. Not rushed, she got off the bed and walked toward him.