The morning after the Vault's seal was shattered, Black Hollow Academy didn't look any different. But the air had changed. There was a tension in every corridor, in every hallway whisper. Professors murmured about a flux in the ley lines. Some students woke up sweating with no memory of why.
Raen walked through the halls like nothing had happened.
Inside him, the Codex pulsed—satisfied and hungry all at once.
Selin hadn't come to class.
She was still recovering.
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Nymera summoned him again. This time, not in private.
Raen entered the upper hall of the Arcane Council Tower, flanked by two stone sentinels. Inside, Nymera stood before a tall crystal map of the academy, her violet eyes locked on a bright red node blinking over the Vault.
"You broke the seal permanently," she said without looking at him. "The Codex is tethered to your soul now. Do you understand what that means?"
Raen remained silent. He wasn't interested in lectures.
Nymera turned around, her robes tighter than usual, cinched at the waist. Power hummed around her like heat before a thunderstorm.
"You'll come with me tonight," she said. "To the Divining Chamber."
He smirked. "You're done punishing me already?"
She stepped forward, pressed a firm hand against his chest.
"No. This time, I'm binding you. If you lose control again… you won't get a second chance."
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That night, the Divining Chamber flickered with blue flame and low chants. Arches of bone circled the ritual basin. The Codex rested on a pedestal, its pages open to an incantation written in writhing ink.
Nymera stood nude before the circle, her body glowing with arcane script—runes that crawled across her hips and breasts like living chains.
Raen was already hard.
She noticed.
"Clothes off. In the circle. On your knees."
He obeyed—but slowly, holding her gaze the entire time. When his cock sprang free, Nymera's eyes dipped once, hunger flashing briefly behind her practiced coldness.
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As soon as he entered the circle, Nymera knelt behind him, tracing symbols on his spine with her tongue. She whispered in a dead language, one only the Codex understood. The pages shivered.
Then she mounted him from behind—straddling his hips, not for dominance, but connection.
The ritual was sexual.
It had to be.
Her breasts pressed against his back as she guided his hand to her slit—already soaked. He slid his fingers inside her as she rocked slowly, grinding her wetness along his shaft.
"Let the Codex taste us both," she whispered.
Raen turned, grabbed her hair, and pulled her down onto the marble floor.
"No. This time, I take the power."
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He shoved into her hard—his cock spearing her pussy with one savage thrust. Nymera gasped, legs wrapping around him instinctively.
Her hips rose to meet his. Her hands clawed at the floor. Her heels dug into his back. Every thrust sent shockwaves of magical energy pulsing through the room.
Sparks erupted above the circle.
The Codex screamed—yes, screamed—and the glyphs glowed brighter as Raen fucked her harder, deeper, stretching her walls wide.
She clenched around him, panting.
"Don't stop—don't fucking stop—"
He didn't.
He pinned her arms down and fucked her like a weapon—his cock pounding her soaked cunt until her moans were incoherent sobs.
She came first—screaming into the marble, her body shaking as she squirted around him, juices splashing between her thighs.
Raen kept going.
His climax came like a flood—thick, hot cum spilling inside her in pulses that filled her to the brim. Her belly twitched as she lay beneath him, overwhelmed.
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When it was over, they lay in the circle, tangled.
The Codex pulsed—sated again.
But something was different this time.
Raen felt it.
A thread of her magic now bound itself inside him. Not just lust or obedience. A fragment of Nymera's soul had been offered in the ritual. Voluntarily or not.
He looked at her, chest rising and falling.
She was staring at him too—expression unreadable.
"I felt it," he said.
She nodded.
"And so did it," she whispered, glancing at the Codex.
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Later, alone in his room, Raen studied the rune now etched just above his heart.
It glowed with violet light.
The Codex whispered once more—but this time, it didn't ask.
It commanded.
"Find the girl with the white crown. Defile the innocence. Harvest the soul. Or burn."
Raen closed the book slowly.
He knew what came next.
And he wasn't going to stop.