Rain beat down like a curse on the streets of Gravenmoor. The city's neon signs flickered and died, leaving only shadows and whispers. Beneath it all, hidden from mortal eyes, an entrance pulsed with invisible power—a concrete stairwell cut deep into the earth, shrouded in old blood spells and soul-binding wards.
Black Hollow Academy wasn't on any map. You didn't apply to it. You were chosen.
And tonight, Raen Delvane stepped into its jaws.
He was eighteen. Tall, sharp-eyed, lean muscle beneath a worn black hoodie and combat boots. There was a calmness to him that unsettled people—like a bomb that hadn't decided when to go off.
The mark on his chest itched.
A curse-seal, branded over his heart since birth. Doctors had called it a birthmark. His parents knew better. They'd tried to drown it out with pills, sermons, and beatings. But the magic always came back—stronger.
Until he burned their house down. With them still inside.
That's when the invitation came. Delivered by raven. Inked in blood. Sealed with a fragment of bone.
> "You are a Sin-Touched. We offer power. Come willingly or be taken. You have seven days."
Raen came.
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The Academy loomed like a cathedral carved from black stone, hidden beneath the skeleton of a collapsed subway. Stained glass windows depicted scenes of magic, war, and pleasure—a red-robed woman riding a demonic beast; a chained boy offering his throat to a pale queen.
The doors opened with a groan.
Inside stood a woman.
She was tall, lean, and draped in crimson robes tight enough to betray every dangerous curve. Long black hair coiled down her back like a serpent. Eyes violet and cruel. She didn't smile.
"I'm Professor Nymera Vale. Instructor of Ritual Invocation. Your sponsor."
Raen's eyes locked with hers. "Am I a student or a prisoner?"
Nymera's lips twitched. "Yes."
She turned. Her robes split high up both thighs, revealing garters and bare skin with every step. Raen followed, heartbeat syncing with the soft click of her heels on obsidian tile.
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The halls of Black Hollow breathed. Portraits watched. Doors whispered. Magic bled from the walls like moisture.
Nymera led him into a private chamber—dimly lit, thick with incense and unspoken tension.
"You're infected," she said. "That seal on your heart? It's ancient. Malevolent. But... useful."
She approached him slowly. "Your magic feeds on sin. On need. And if you don't release that pressure... you'll rupture."
Raen clenched his fists. "So what do you want me to do? Jerk off in the corner?"
Nymera unfastened her robe. Let it fall.
"No. I want you to fuck me."
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Raen didn't speak. His breath caught as her body was revealed—tall, smooth, and sculpted. Full breasts tipped with hard nipples. Her skin pale as moonlight. A dark strip of trimmed hair above her dripping cunt.
She stepped forward and cupped his chin.
"This is not for pleasure," she murmured. "This is containment. And study. Do you understand?"
Raen nodded once. Then kissed her—hard.
Her moan was low and vicious as she shoved him backward, pulling his hoodie off, stripping his shirt to reveal his scarred, tight torso. She dropped to her knees, undid his belt, and pulled down his pants.
Raen's cock sprang free—thick, hard, already leaking.
Nymera wrapped her hand around the base and smirked.
"Big enough," she muttered. Then slid her mouth over him.
Her lips were soft, wet, skilled. She took him deep, eyes locked upward. Raen gripped her hair and groaned as she worked his shaft with long, slow pulls. Her tongue curled around his head, teasing the slit, tasting every drop of precum.
He growled. "Enough."
He pulled her up, turned her around, bent her over the edge of her ritual table.
Her ass was round and pale, glistening already. She arched her back and spread her legs.
"Do it," she whispered. "Don't hold back."
Raen slammed into her.
Her cry was raw—pleasure and pain. He gripped her hips and fucked her hard, cock pounding deep into her tight, soaked pussy.
She braced herself, biting her arm as he used her. His thrusts were brutal. Animal. Each one sent books tumbling and candles flickering.
Her walls clenched tighter with each stroke.
"Fuck—deeper—yes—"
He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her head back, then leaned over her.
"You want my cum, professor?"
"Yes! Fill me. Corrupt me!"
Raen growled and thrust harder, balls slapping against her, cock slick with her juices.
Then he exploded inside her.
Thick ropes of cum flooded her womb. She shook beneath him, collapsing forward as his seed leaked out of her twitching cunt.
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Silence.
Raen pulled out. Cum dripped to the stone floor. Nymera gasped, face pressed to the table, legs trembling.
She turned her head. Smiled faintly.
"Well done, Mr. Delvane. You've passed your entrance exam."
Raen zipped up and looked at her.
"Do all your students get this kind of welcome?"
Nymera's eyes darkened.
"Only the dangerous ones."