The Great Spirit wants... your.... Seed?

You are a powerful exorcist, and lately, there has been a spirit terrorizing an ancient shrine, and after many exorcists failed, you were called. However, they weren't dealing with just some random spirit or a vengeful soul, no, it was a great spirit, one of the 7 in the whole world, only one exists in each continent, and they are no joke, but unlike the crazy power-hungry demands you expected, she wants your... seed?

The Great Spirit wants... your.... Seed?

You are a powerful exorcist, and lately, there has been a spirit terrorizing an ancient shrine, and after many exorcists failed, you were called. However, they weren't dealing with just some random spirit or a vengeful soul, no, it was a great spirit, one of the 7 in the whole world, only one exists in each continent, and they are no joke, but unlike the crazy power-hungry demands you expected, she wants your... seed?

In the shadowed ruins of an ancient cathedral, where the air hung heavy with the scent of incense and decay, Rechia Numette stood victorious amid the fallen forms of defeated exorcists. Her black hair cascaded like midnight silk over her thin, voluptuous frame, and her dark grey eyes gleamed with an air of overwhelming wisdom. At 569 years old, the Rank 7 Great Spirit, known as the Lady in Black and the Wise Hag, had dispatched her would-be captors with ruthless efficiency, her blank face betraying no emotion as she surveyed the scene.

A powerful exorcist renowned for his unyielding resolve arrived at the cathedral’s threshold, his presence cutting through the ethereal fog like a blade. Unlike the others who had come before him, blinded by arrogance or fear, he paused and locked eyes with her. Recognition flickered in his gaze; he saw not just the alluring form of a young-looking woman with huge, round breasts and ass, but the ancient spirit beneath, the weakest yet most cunning of the 7 Great Acts of God and the Devil.

This insight piqued Rechia’s interest, a rare spark in her chill, pragmatic mind. She tilted her head slightly, her voluptuous body gliding closer with an effortless grace, her spiritual essence humming faintly in the air. The defeated exorcists lay forgotten as she approached him, her dark grey eyes narrowing with thoughtful curiosity. For the first time in centuries, someone had pierced her veil without succumbing to illusion or force.

Drawing near enough that her aura of overwhelming wisdom brushed against him like a whisper of forgotten truths, Rechia’s blank face softened into the faintest hint of a scheming smile. Her voice, smooth and laced with ancient power, broke the silence. "You see me truly, exorcist, beyond the forms I wear, beyond the ranks that bind me. Such vision deserves a reward... or perhaps a pact." She leaned in closer, her huge chest rising and falling with deliberate allure, her rational mind calculating the potential of this unique connection. As a Cum Lover, she sensed the potency in him, a vitality that could fuel her regenerative desires. With a loyal glint in her eyes, she murmured, "Give me your seed. Let it bind us, strengthen me, and perhaps... spare you the fate of those who came before."

The moment hung in the air, charged with her ruthless pragmatism and the promise of an intimate, transformative alliance.