The Hunger

Raen stood beneath the iron-braided arches of the eastern wing—his breath visible in the unnaturally cold air, despite spring's presence outside.

He hadn't slept.

The Codex's whisper was louder now, not pages turning, but voices clawing in his skull.

Selin was humming behind him, dressed only in one of his shirts, the hem teasing the curve of her thighs. Her bare feet made no sound against the black marble.

She slid her arms around him from behind.

"You're changing," she whispered, licking the edge of his ear. "You feel stronger. Wetter. Deeper."

Raen turned.

"Selin, you need to stop channeling it."

Her smile widened. "But I want more."

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Back in his dorm, the corruption was visible now—on her skin.

Veins of soft gold trailed her body like delicate filigree, glowing when she breathed harder, when she touched him.

"Don't you want to see what I'll become?" she asked.

She dropped to her knees before him.

Raen didn't stop her.

Selin unzipped his pants, pulled his cock free, and stroked it gently. "You taste like magic now. I can feel it pulse through me."

She licked slowly from base to tip, her tongue swirling over his shaft before she took him into her mouth fully—deep, without gagging.

Raen groaned. "Fuck…"

---

She bobbed her head with rhythmic hunger, hands gripping his thighs tightly, her eyes glowing faintly as she looked up at him.

Wet sounds echoed in the small room as she deepthroated him.

He grabbed her head, thrusting into her mouth until he came hard—spilling thick cum down her throat.

She swallowed every drop.

When she stood, her lips were slick, and a thin line of white dripped down her chin.

"I can feel you growing inside me," she whispered. "Do it again."

Raen grabbed her waist, threw her onto the bed.

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He tore the shirt off her, shoved her legs apart, and plunged his cock inside her dripping cunt.

She screamed his name, back arching off the sheets.

He slammed into her over and over, her body trembling beneath him.

Each thrust sparked a pulse of glowing gold across her skin. Her pussy clenched around him like it was trying to milk every drop from his body.

When he came again, Selin's whole body pulsed—runes flashing brightly across her belly, thighs, and breasts.

Something inside her shifted.

And Raen felt it.

---

He pulled out, breathless.

Selin curled against him, shivering slightly.

"I'm becoming the book," she said, eyes unfocused. "You're writing on me with every thrust."

Raen didn't speak.

He was terrified—because some part of him liked it.

---

That evening, Raen returned to the academy library.

He needed clarity. Control.

Not more pleasure.

The library's restricted floor was guarded by Professor Haryn, a thin, pale man with veins like vines on his neck. But Raen passed him easily—Selin's corruption had gifted him with subtle manipulation magic.

Deep within, he found what he needed.

A scroll wrapped in dried snakeskin: Reversal Sigils for Subsumed Hosts.

He read it quickly.

To stop Selin's transformation, he'd need a pure conduit, someone untouched by magic or sex.

Someone who hadn't awakened desire.

A virgin.

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Raen returned to the courtyard, mind racing.

His heart sank when he saw her.

Standing near the edge of the fountain, clutching a spellbook and a stack of charms, was Idris—the most introverted girl in the Academy.

Small-framed, glasses perched on her nose, always buried in ancient linguistics and quiet spellwork.

She looked like someone who shouldn't exist in this story.

She was also the most untouched soul on campus.

Raen stepped forward.

"Hey."

She jumped, nearly dropping her book.

"Oh—hi. You're… Raen, right? I don't usually talk to people, sorry…"

Her voice was soft, breathless, like the inside of a secret.

Raen smiled gently.

"I need your help."

---

Idris blinked at him.

"M-my help?"

He nodded. "It's about Selin. She's in danger. Magical danger."

Her lips parted. "She… She's glowing sometimes. I saw it in class."

Raen leaned in. "I can stop it. But only if someone like you helps me."

Her blush deepened.

"Like… like me?"

"Someone untouched," he said honestly. "You haven't… you've never—?"

She turned crimson. "N-no! Never even kissed anyone!"

Raen's expression softened.

"Then you're perfect."

She clutched her book to her chest.

"Wh-what do I have to do?"

---

Raen didn't answer immediately.

Because he wasn't sure he could protect her from what was coming.

But if he didn't try—Selin would become something irreversible.

Possibly unstoppable.

And Raen would go down with her.

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Back in the dorms, Selin wasn't alone.

Nymera was there—sprawled naked on the couch, legs spread, fingers lazily teasing herself while watching Selin dance slowly to music only she could hear.

When Raen entered, both girls turned to him in sync.

"You brought another, didn't you?" Nymera asked, licking her fingers.

Selin's smile widened. "Good. Let her see what becoming his feels like."

Raen's heart pounded.

He was already too deep.

And tomorrow, he'd risk pulling a virgin into this world of sex, darkness, and uncontrollable power.

But he had to.

Because Selin was no longer just his lover.

She was the Codex's womb.