The witch continues her vengeful onslaught four fingers now ruining the priest, stretching him obscenely wide, her intent to make him permanently so, another part of her plan to yet come....
The witch begins to chant again as she holds him open, her head tilted back, a distant rumble, becomes a tremor in the ground, shaking the church, religious carvings fall, the cross now shaking on its footing, her body moving in time to the disturbance all around.....
Suddenly the door to the church bangs open, the witch stops, turns to see who dare enter.....
A young vicar stands agape, at the threshold, unable to fathom the scene before him, also unable to truly cross the entrance, held back by an unseen force.
A friend of yours?' charlotte asks sarcastically
'please leave him be, he is innocent, he has nothing to do with this, i beg you'
'ha' she scoffs, 'another of your ilk, still the same at heart i expect'
the vicar, still unable to move shouts to the witch before him to stop at once
'ah, new flesh, come hither and join us' she hisses'
She removes her hand from the priests gaping hole and raises it, curling one finger to the vicar, motioning him towards the grotesque scene at the altar
the vicar is pulled toward them, his attempts to resist futile as he is dragged by the witches will.
he abruptly stops, sickened at the sight before him, again unable to move as the witch reaches out, tears the cross from his neck and holds him thus, her blood red nails dripping in her black fluid and holy water gain purchase in his skin.
her eyes gaze into his, his fear obvious and arousing to the witch.
she tears his robes from him, naked underneath the same as the priest, however the vicar is fully erect, his milk white cock hard, straining.....
'oh how typical' charlotte crows
'youre all the same, lustful nasty men, hiding behind a god whose bidding you claim to do'
she snakes her slender fingers around the vicars cock, stroking it, her nails scoring his flesh as he whimpers and tries to protest, his state of arousal betraying him, his moans further his disgrace, as does the pre cum dripping from him.
she grabs him by his throat again, and forces him to his knees, his eyes level with the witches ladycock, the flesh rippling under the skin, moving, and wet, black as her ruined heart. holding his head she circles his lips with her cock head, wiping the blackness over his lips and face, and then begins to penetrate his mouth, forcing her engorged meat into him, parting his lips, seeking the warmth and tightness of his throat as he gags but begins to move in rhythm with her, no longer an unwilling victim, but now an eager participant, receiving the witch with lust and urge. |
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