Midnight blanketed Black Hollow Academy like a silk veil soaked in sin. The east wing stood silent and rotting, warded by glyphs that pulsed in slow, malevolent rhythm—blood-red veins etched in ancient magic. Every student was warned: do not enter the Vault.
So of course, Raen had to.
Selin stood beside him under the broken gargoyle archway, leather gloves gripped tight in anticipation. Her short black skirt did little to hide the slick trail staining her inner thighs from their last session behind the summoning stones.
"You know this is how you get cursed, right?" she said, licking her lips.
Raen's eyes glinted. "Already am."
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They moved as one—ghosts in the darkness, following a trail only Raen could feel. The Codex called to him. A soft, wet voice in his head whispered take me, break me, feed me—its tone like a lover begging for defilement.
He pressed his hand to the Vault's stone gate. Magic surged from his seal—dark, boiling, primal. The glyphs screamed. Then shattered.
The door creaked open.
Inside was no grand treasure hall. Just a wide chamber of crumbling stone. At its center lay an obsidian pedestal, and on it, a single tome: bound in cracked flesh, pulsing with heat.
The Codex of Endless Flesh.
Selin's breath hitched. "It's alive."
Raen stepped closer, and the seal on his chest blazed. The book unlocked itself at his touch, pages fluttering open to a rune scrawled in semen and blood.
He began to read.
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A wave hit them both.
Selin's knees buckled. She moaned, clawing at his pants with desperate fingers. Raen didn't stop her. The moment his cock was free, she wrapped her lips around it with hunger that wasn't entirely hers.
Magic pumped into her through his shaft—arcane heat that drove her mad.
She deepthroated him, gagging, crying around his length. Snot and drool ran down her chin. Her eyes were vacant with need. Her panties soaked through and dropped from one leg.
He gripped her skull and fucked her mouth—thrusts hard and fast. Her spit dripped from his balls. The wet sounds echoed in the chamber like chants of depravity.
Raen's magic surged, and he came down her throat in a thick, brutal flood.
She choked—and swallowed every drop, like it was sacred.
When he pulled out, her lips were bruised, face smeared, and her pupils were dilated with corruption.
"I feel... hotter," she whispered, licking the cum from her lips. "I want it again. In me. Now."
Raen was already hard again.
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He bent her over the altar beside the Codex and shoved into her soaked cunt without warning. She screamed, back arching, taking him to the hilt.
His hips slammed into her over and over, cock pistoning in her dripping hole. The Codex whispered as they fucked—its pages flipping in rhythm with their thrusts.
Selin clawed at the stone, her moans turning to screams as her orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched like a vice around him.
Raen held nothing back—fucking her harder, faster, deeper—until he spilled another load inside her, stuffing her full.
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They collapsed, tangled and steaming in their own heat.
The Codex glowed.
Raen felt it. A bond formed. His power surged, doubling in the afterglow.
Selin moaned beside him, twitching.
And in her eyes now shimmered a faint, unnatural violet.
The Vault had taken them both.