As she thought it over, she got on her feet, “Marco...”

Father Raphael continued to cry as he didn’t hear what the Malefica Obscura said.

"Marco Bennett," the Malefica Obscura 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.

You don’t even remember me from the village do you? But I guess I now know why and what they have done to you... she concluded. “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 to survive..." Marco introduced and debunked.

Father Raphael would be brave enough to look up at her as she continued, “You see, you have to realize that with great power, whether magic or money related, it comes with great responsibility. You had a lot of political influence. 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 be cool with everything going on. You mean to tell me you couldn't fudge the numbers while keeping innocent people alive?"

Father Raphael felt this would be a long lecture as he rested his head on the floor while she continued, "I may not know the whole story of how you ended up like this, but 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 their children. You did that all by yourself. It wasn't God or the Holy Mother who were just as psychotic as you. But the difference between you and her, at least you have a conscience. Sadly, what is that even worth nowadays if you don't use it?"

But if it was you, my friend, I you have sacrificed your life for them...

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

“My semen...” Father Raphael quietly said as he concluded.

In reality, her childhood friend taught her that spell.

A few seconds later, the knife began to glow red. Smiling, she showed off her handiwork, "Pretty neat, right?"

Father Raphael looked at the glowing hot knife in a daze as if he was no dummy because of what Marco planned.

Marco saw this reaction with a conquering smile as she stated, "I finally figured out what I want. Consider this your repentance. And one way or another, I'm going to take it. Either you breed me like the demonic bitch you say I am, or I will 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 and rocking back and forth.

Marco received this in our role: "Yeah, I got it. 'God save me. God help me.' And I wonder how many people said the same thing when they got killed, 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.

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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 me. 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! TAKE ME WITH YOUR BLOOD AND CORRUPT ME AS YOU TAKE EVERYTHING I HOLD! SO DO IT!" Father Raphael preached.

Unbeknownst to him, Marco was 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. But there was another reason why she did want to do it at all.

Marco laughed at his pain, giving up on the ruse, "Well, Ralphie. Can I call you Ralphie now since you won't be 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; she took them off and threw them at Father Raphael, now christened Ralphie.

Leaving nothing to the imagination, she spread her legs wide and showed him her open labia, "I want you to come here, Ralphie. Now, it's your turn. It’s only fair."

Man, he is going to be so pissed when I tell him this!

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 is sitting. He breathed heavily between her thick thighs, looking up at her with teary eyes. The heat from his mouth made Marco blush as she bit her lip.

"Tongue out and stick it in..." She gave 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 with some help. She remembered how he used his definitely long and flexible tongue. To Ralphie, it was indeed dirty, immorally dirty. But Ralphie didn't mind the taste of her as was familiar. 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 wrapped her legs around his head while he still gave her cunnilingus. Gradually, she started to moan louder and louder as her whole body started to shake.

Marco felt an all-too-familiar sudden rush all over her body, "make sure you drink it all, Alfie. Cheers, bitch!"

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

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

Breathing heavily, Marco tried to compose herself, Did I say his name out loud? Doesn’t matter… She giggled to herself.

A minute later, she unwrapped herself, and Ralphie could breathe again. She later looked down to see something intriguing and hypocritical; Ralphie 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.

Ralphie had to take it in stride, forcefully burping, "No, I just wanted to relieve the pressure. I don't know if I could ever... bust one out, if you will," He sounded awkward while using the vernacular.

It'd made him adorable for those five seconds. Shades of the boy that she always admired. She remembered that day sneaking into a pub right having a pint with Lydia while in high school, and Marco would be the one to make the first move on a boy having lunch outside.

He was in a corner somewhere, just minding his business, drinking a glass of water, and bashfully chatting with the socially aggressive girl who couldn’t shut up about comic books.

Okay, Lydia… you were right, she thought.

Still, Ralphie had 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. Before laying his head on them, he fluffed the pillows on autopilot or by habit.

Marco then mounted on Ralphie, removing the loose-fitting shirt, revealing her slender hourglass figure with her perky F-Cup-sized breasts. Although he bragged about sex with many others, Ralphie was a virgin. Sadly, his first-ever dubious sexual experience would be with a Malefica Obscura, a sinister devil-worshiping wench that would take it by force.