A nun, driven mad by lust and the whispered promises of Hexwitch, summons Kind3r in the dead of night. Her habit discarded, she writhes on the cold stone floor, her fingers plunging into her dripping cunt. Kind3r's voice, a dark symphony, fills the room, guiding her descent into debauchery. She feels his unseen cock, thick and hard, pressing against her, commanding her to take it all. She screams as she impales herself, her pussy stretched wide, her juices coating his shaft. The room echoes with the sound of their carnal sin, the scent of sex and the taste of her own forbidden fruit.