Professor Nymera stood in front of her fireplace, arms crossed, her long violet hair tied back to reveal the curve of her neck and the sharpness in her eyes. Her robes hung open at the chest—dangerously close to exposing more than she likely intended.
She didn't need to ask Raen what he'd done. She felt it.
"You opened the Vault."
Her voice was calm, but the air around her vibrated with barely restrained fury. The magical brand she'd marked him with pulsed like a heartbeat—his, or hers, or both.
"You warned me," Raen said, hands in his pockets, cock already hard beneath his uniform. "But you also said I wouldn't survive the Codex. You were wrong."
"I hoped it would kill you before it took root in your soul," she snapped. "That book—what you've touched—feeds on lust, blood, control. And now your seal is unstable."
She stepped closer, and Raen caught the scent of her—dark jasmine, sweat, power.
"Then stabilize it," he growled, reaching forward and grabbing her hips.
She slapped him, fast and hard.
He didn't flinch.
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"You think you can fuck your way out of corruption?" she sneered.
He stepped in, lips grazing her jaw. "I think it's already inside me. You're the one who taught me how to feed it."
She shoved him backward into the oak chair behind her desk, but it wasn't rejection. Her robe fell from her shoulders, baring her bare breasts—large, firm, nipples already hard.
"You want control?" she said, straddling him. "Then show me you can take it."
Raen's hands slid up her thighs, fingers digging into her ass as she lowered herself onto his cock, slow and tight.
No teasing this time. No soft sounds.
Just the sharp, wet slap of her pussy swallowing his length inch by inch.
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Nymera rode him with raw violence.
Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her nails dug in. Her hips slammed down as if trying to break him in half. Her breasts bounced with each thrust—tight, perfect curves, sweat glistening over them.
Raen met her rhythm with animal heat.
She moaned low in her throat, eyes rolling back as she bounced faster, wetter, panting into his ear.
"I should fucking break you," she hissed.
"You can't," Raen growled, grabbing her throat and squeezing gently. "You want this more than I do."
She choked a moan and came—legs trembling, pussy milking his cock in rhythmic spasms. Raen didn't stop. He grabbed her ass and fucked up into her—fast, brutal strokes until he spilled hot cum deep inside her.
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But she didn't move.
Instead, she clenched around him, smiling darkly.
And then she whispered the name of a spell.
Raen's seal burned. His back arched. Nymera leaned in, licking the sweat from his chest.
"You're mine now," she said softly. "You don't just carry corruption. You carry me."
She dismounted slowly, letting his cock slide out, glistening with cream and slick.
Raen breathed hard.
"So I pass," he said.
Nymera smirked. "No. You fail... gloriously."
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Later, alone in the shadows, Raen opened the Codex again.
Its pages turned on their own.
A new rune glowed—and this one showed a girl he'd never seen before.
She looked innocent.
She looked pure.
The Codex whispered: Next.