Raen's dreams were no longer his own.
The Codex painted them with black flame and dripping moans, with women crawling through fog, chains of silk coiled around their limbs. He woke with a gasp, sweat dampening his sheets, the rune on his chest glowing faintly violet.
It was speaking again. Not in words.
In hunger.
The next mark had a name.
Elya.
First-year. Alchemy division. Seer of purity.
And a gift: The white crown—a symbolic halo of raw innocence. The kind the Codex wanted corrupted. Consumed.
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The academy garden had never drawn Raen's attention before. It was too peaceful. Too full of young students sketching herb sigils and whispering beginner chants.
But he saw her instantly.
She sat by the stone fountain, a white ribbon braided through her long platinum hair, soft blue uniform robes hugging the curves of her petite body. Wide eyes blinked behind silver-rimmed glasses.
Elya.
She looked more like a priestess than a student.
Raen walked straight toward her. Not smiling. Just watching.
Elya looked up from her notes and blinked.
"Um… hello?"
Her voice was airy, uncertain. She couldn't have been more than eighteen.
Raen didn't speak. He sat beside her. Close. Too close.
"You're… Raen, right? The upper-class combat scholar?"
He nodded.
"I heard what happened… with Professor Nymera. They say you—um—made a pact. That you're—tainted now."
She whispered the word like it hurt to say it.
Raen leaned in, his hand brushing a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
"I am tainted," he murmured. "And I think you came to the garden to see what that looked like up close."
Elya's breath hitched.
"I-I didn't…"
But she didn't pull away.
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By the time the bell rang, Raen had her cornered in the quiet, unused greenhouse behind the garden. A room overgrown with vines and kissed by moonlight. Elya stood with her back to a wooden wall, her books fallen from trembling hands.
She stared at him.
"You're dangerous," she whispered.
Raen stepped forward. "So why are you wet?"
Her face turned red.
"I—I'm not—"
But her thighs shifted.
He touched her cheek. She gasped.
His other hand reached between her legs.
Her soaked panties proved her wrong.
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Elya didn't fight when he lifted her onto the stone table.
She let him kiss her neck, her collarbone, her chest.
She whimpered when his hand pushed her skirt up, when fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and tugged them down slowly.
"No one's ever touched me," she said, voice trembling. "Not even a kiss…"
Raen smiled against her inner thigh.
"Then I'll do more than kiss you."
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His tongue met her pussy with unrelenting focus. She cried out—soft, startled, almost scared by how fast her body responded.
Raen licked her like a man starving.
Up and down her slick folds.
Circling her clit until she shook.
Sliding a finger inside, then two, curling them against her sweet spot.
Elya came fast. Her moan was long and broken, her small frame arching off the table as she soaked his face with her innocence.
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He didn't stop.
By the second orgasm, she was limp. Eyes half-lidded. Breasts heaving beneath her robe.
Then Raen stood and undid his pants.
Her eyes widened when she saw his cock—thick, veiny, fully erect.
"W-Wait… I don't know if I can—"
He didn't force her.
He just leaned over her, letting the tip rest against her soaked slit.
"Then say no," he murmured, voice low and commanding.
Elya trembled.
She didn't say anything.
Not a no.
Not a yes.
She just reached down—and guided him in.
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Her pussy clenched around him like a vice.
Tight. Wet. Virgin-tight.
Raen pushed in slow—letting her feel every inch, stretching her open. Elya whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders as he bottomed out.
Her crown shattered.
He moved inside her with deliberate force, hips rolling in slow, deep strokes that made her gasp, then moan, then cry out his name.
Raen watched her fall apart beneath him.
Eyes fluttering.
Mouth open.
Her innocent body reduced to a shivering, cumming mess beneath his cock.
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He came hard.
Hot seed spilled inside her womb, her body twitching as he filled her completely.
The Codex pulsed again.
Another soul marked.
Another chain locked into his fate.
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Afterward, Raen dressed without a word. Elya sat on the table, legs spread, his cum leaking down her thigh, too stunned to speak.
He turned to her once.
"You're mine now," he said simply.
Elya nodded, dazed.
"Yes, Raen…"