Raen stood beneath the cold stream of the academy's shower, water running over his shoulders, the scent of Nymera still lingering on his skin.
His muscles ached, but not from pain—from the release. Whatever magic had coiled in his blood since birth had found a vent, and it burned less now. But it hadn't faded.
If anything, it pulsed stronger—like something ancient had tasted freedom and now wanted more.
He turned off the water and toweled off, stepping into the set of black-on-charcoal academy robes laid out for him. Trimmed in crimson, marked with the rune of Initiation just above the heart.
A bell tolled three times through the stone corridors.
Time for class.
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Black Hollow Academy didn't look like a school—it looked like a fortress built by cultists who couldn't decide whether they wanted to summon demons or seduce them.
Raen passed through towering arches where shadows moved on their own. Students in variations of his uniform walked in silence or hushed tones, eyes glowing faintly with arcane energy. The air tasted like smoke and incense.
He caught more than a few stares—especially from the girls. Not flirtatious. Hungry.
And maybe he was too.
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His first class was Mystic Theory, taught by a floating creature made of stitched-up flesh and leather scrolls. The students sat in semicircles as it wheezed through arcane laws.
Raen barely heard a word.
In the row ahead sat a girl with ice-blonde hair in twin tails, her uniform jacket open just enough to show the black lace of her bra. She glanced back at him once, then again, eyes catching on his Initiate rune.
She mouthed something.
"Sin-touched?"
Raen raised an eyebrow.
She smirked. Then leaned forward slightly, just enough to show him a full view of her cleavage from the angle—inviting, daring.
His cock stirred, twitching in his pants.
He looked away, trying to focus, but the seat under him had grown warm. Too warm.
Magic. Blood magic.
It pulsed under his skin.
His breathing grew tight. The seal on his chest flared faintly beneath his robes. He was hard—and growing painfully harder. His vision blurred.
"Mr. Delvane," wheezed the instructor. "You are... unraveling. Step outside."
Raen didn't argue.
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He stumbled into an empty corridor, leaned against a pillar, breathing hard. His cock throbbed in his pants—fully erect, dripping, aching to be used.
"You didn't discharge enough," came a voice.
Nymera stood at the end of the hall, arms folded, robes wrapped tight around her again.
"You're unstable," she said, approaching. "Your seal will overload in hours if left unchecked."
"I thought last night handled it."
"It didn't. That was a primer. You're still building."
Raen's breath came in ragged bursts. "Then tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do—"
Before he could finish, a hand slid down his pants from behind.
Raen jolted. The blonde girl from class was there—smirking as her fingers wrapped around his cock.
He tried to speak, but she was already stroking him—slow, deliberate, her palm warm and slick with magic-infused lubricant.
"I followed the scent," she whispered into his ear. "You smell like her. I want to taste both of you."
Nymera didn't stop her. She watched—studying.
Raen growled. "Fuck it."
He spun the blonde girl around, slammed her back against the wall, and ripped open her blouse.
Her breasts bounced free—tight, pale, tipped with swollen pink nipples.
"No teasing," she gasped. "Fuck me. Now."
He didn't need more invitation.
Raen yanked her skirt up, shoved her panties aside, and pushed his cock into her dripping pussy in one deep thrust.
She cried out—loud, raw—and bit into his shoulder as he fucked her.
Her cunt was tighter than Nymera's, soaked and eager, clenching him with every stroke.
He slammed into her over and over, her ass slapping the stone wall behind her, her moans echoing through the corridor. Her nails scratched his back as she came, clenching around him with wild spasms.
Raen didn't stop.
He grabbed her thigh, lifted it, and fucked her harder.
Her eyes rolled back. "Cum inside me—please—I want your corruption—"
He groaned, teeth clenched, thrusting fast and deep until he exploded again.
Thick jets of cum shot into her, filling her cunt. She moaned louder, her legs twitching as the warmth spread through her.
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Raen pulled out. Cum dripped down her thighs.
The girl slumped to the floor, panting, smiling like she'd just tasted divinity.
Nymera approached and placed a hand on Raen's shoulder.
"You're adapting. Good."
"Who the hell is she?" he asked.
The girl looked up, licking her lips.
"Selin. First-year. You're mine now."
Raen raised a brow. "You're forward."
"I'm corrupted now," she whispered. "And I want more."