The morning after Selin's transformation wasn't silent—it was unnaturally still.
Not a birdcall. Not a breeze. Just the hum of unseen energy stretching under the academy walls like muscle under bruised skin.
Raen dressed without waking her.
Not that she was really asleep. Her eyes were closed, but her body hovered two inches off the mattress, limbs draped in unnatural stillness.
When he kissed her forehead, her lips curled into a smile—eyes still shut.
"I'll be waiting," she murmured.
Her voice wasn't just hers anymore.
It was hers and something else's.
---
Raen knew he needed answers.
He returned to the Vault—the place they'd both broken into—and stood before the stone lectern where the Codex of Broken Forms had once rested.
It was gone.
Or rather, moved.
In its place, a single phrase carved into the altar:
> She is now the page upon which the script continues.
That wasn't a warning.
It was a promise.
Raen clenched his fists.
If Selin had become the vessel, the Codex was feeding on her. And he was its catalyst.
And the worst part?
He couldn't stop thinking about how perfect she'd become.
---
Later that day, Professor Varra confronted him in the courtyard.
She was strict, beautiful, mid-thirties, with a body that defied every discipline she preached.
Today, her eyes burned with suspicion.
"I've noticed changes in Selin," she said coldly. "You're involved."
Raen shrugged. "She's happier."
"Her magic is unstable. Her aura reads like a gate to the outer realms."
"I wouldn't know anything about that."
Varra stepped closer.
"You will report to the headmaster if you've used forbidden rites, Raen. I'm not above searching your room."
Raen stared at her chest, at her tight blouse, at the slight line of sweat trailing between her breasts.
He didn't answer.
---
That night, Raen returned to his dorm.
Selin waited on his bed—naked, glowing softly, her legs parted invitingly.
But he was too on edge.
"Selin," he said. "You're changing too fast. You need to stop using the Codex's influence."
She tilted her head. "But I feel alive."
He stepped toward her. "You don't even sleep. You don't eat. You barely blink unless I touch you."
She smiled.
"I'm yours, Raen. I exist to take your seed. To grow what you've planted. To become what you desire."
Her body was flawless.
He wanted to fuck her again—but guilt twisted in his gut.
---
He didn't resist long.
Raen shoved her against the wall, her legs wrapping around him.
He buried his cock deep inside her again, and she moaned like a chorus of angels weeping.
"Harder…" she begged. "Deeper…"
He pounded into her relentlessly, every thrust shaking the dorm's wooden frame.
Her body pulsed with light, runes glowing down her stomach.
He gripped her tits, kneaded them roughly, sucking her nipples as she writhed and screamed.
He came inside her again.
And she moaned in ecstasy and pain.
When he pulled out, her pussy was leaking thick white seed onto the floor.
But she was smiling wider than ever.
---
Raen sat on the bed afterward, staring at his hands.
Selin curled beside him, rubbing his chest.
"You're becoming more like the Codex too," she whispered. "You're starting to enjoy it."
He didn't deny it.
The more he fucked her, the stronger the hunger got. Not just sexual—but magical. Dark.
He was growing addicted to her.
But so was she—to him, to his seed, to the ritual.
And it was tearing her apart.
---
Two days later, Professor Varra summoned him.
He stepped into her private chamber.
She locked the door behind him.
"I found traces of corruption in Selin's magical readings," she said flatly. "It matches Vault residue."
Raen didn't speak.
She stepped closer. "Did you violate her?"
He shook his head. "It wasn't like that."
"And what was it like?"
He didn't answer.
She slapped him.
And then, silence.
Raen grabbed her wrist—tight.
And she didn't pull away.
Something passed between them.
Heat.
Tension.
Desire.
She looked down, saw the bulge in his pants.
"You think this scares me?" she asked, voice low.
He stepped closer.
"You've been imagining it," he said. "Me fucking you across this desk."
She didn't deny it.
He kissed her, hard.
---
Clothes were ripped, not removed.
Varra gasped as Raen shoved her back onto her desk, pushing up her skirt and tearing her panties aside.
"No spells," he said. "Just skin."
She moaned as he slid inside her, raw and deep.
He grabbed her hair, yanked her head back, and drove into her over and over—making the desk shake violently with each thrust.
Her legs trembled.
He grabbed her breasts, squeezed hard, bit her collarbone.
"Is this what you needed?" he growled.
"Yes!" she cried. "Don't stop…"
He slammed into her harder, her tight pussy gripping his cock like a vice.
He didn't stop until she begged.
---
Raen came inside her.
He pulled out slowly, watching his cum leak out onto her thighs.
Professor Varra lay limp, panting, her body marked with fresh bruises and bite marks.
When she finally spoke, her voice was hoarse.
"You're dangerous."
Raen zipped up, turned to leave.
"I know."
---
Back in his dorm, Selin sat on the window frame, staring at the moon.
Naked again.
She turned to him, smiling gently.
"Did you take another?" she asked.
Raen hesitated.
"Yes."
Selin's eyes glowed briefly—then dimmed.
"That's good," she whispered. "We need more."
He stepped closer.
"More… what?"
She touched her stomach, where golden light pulsed faintly beneath her skin.
"More vessels."