"Magic is structure. Discipline. Control. You are none of these."
Rain lashed the floating platform, a circle of stone suspended by ancient spells over the valley below. Storm clouds churned like judgment given form. Kael Ardent knelt in the center, drenched, wrists shackled in mana-dampening glyphs. His once-regal robe now clung to him in torn, soaked strips—half dignity, half surrender.
The Archmagister stood before him, flanked by other robed authorities of Arcanis Academy. Their faces were hidden behind ceremonial hoods, their mouths tight with disdain.
"You are hereby exiled from the Circle of Sanctioned Magic," the Archmagister intoned. "Not for heresy. Not for corruption. But because you cannot be trusted."
Kael tilted his head, water dripping from his black, unkempt hair. "Is that your fancy way of saying I scare you?"
"Your spells defy form. Your results are erratic. Your instincts are dangerous. And your refusal to obey structure—"
"—is why I was better than all of you," Kael finished, smirking through a split lip. "I made the walls groan with a whisper. You needed diagrams."
Gasps.
A flare of divine light struck his face, leaving a line of scorched skin.
"You will die alone," the Archmagister snapped. "And unmourned."
Kael smiled despite the pain. "Good. I wouldn't want any of you at my funeral."
The sentence was complete.
The floor beneath him shifted.
And Kael Ardent plummeted through the storm.
He crashed through wet branches, thudded against the forest floor, and rolled to a stop among roots and mud. The rain followed him, soaking through his remaining clothing.
He groaned and spat blood into the dirt.
Alive. Barely.
No magic. No home. No plan.
He crawled forward, pulling himself onto an ancient slab half-buried in moss. Beneath his hands, the stone… pulsed.
His breath caught.
The slab was warm.
Not from the sun. It was deeper—alive. Like skin.
Vines slid back from its center, revealing a thick black tome embedded in the stone. Its surface was velvet, rippling with faint heat and wet to the touch like a lover's thigh after climax.
"Touch me."
Kael recoiled. The voice wasn't in the air. It was inside him—humming down his spine, teasing his nerves.
"You are lost. Let me rewrite you."
The words should've terrified him. But they aroused something else. Something darker.
He placed a hand on the tome.
The world exploded.
Pleasure. Raw and overwhelming.
Kael gasped as his body went rigid, a rush of ecstasy surging through his spine. His cock stiffened instantly under his robe, as if commanded. Phantom lips pressed to his throat, then his collarbone. Fingers teased his nipples. A hand stroked his inner thigh.
"You're so tense, Kael…"
The voice was moaning now. Seductive. Fluid.
"Let me taste your magic."
His robe slipped open, peeled away by invisible hands. The rain vanished. He was in a velvet void, weightless.
Then they touched him.
Hands—hundreds of them. Feminine. Warm. Confident. Caressing his chest, ass, thighs. Stroking his cock with slow, perfect rhythm.
Mouths followed—plush and skilled. One on his neck. One on his balls. One wrapped eagerly around his pulsing shaft.
Kael arched, panting.
He tried to speak. To protest.
A massive pair of breasts pressed around his cock, squeezing. Slick. Soft. Another body mounted his face, grinding. Her moans echoed in his mind, timed with his racing pulse.
"Don't hold back. Feed me."
The sensations peaked. His hips bucked.
He groaned—no, moaned—and came.
Explosively.
Heat spilled from him, orgasm cascading like fire. The void pulsed with golden light, absorbing his climax as runes ignited in the dark. Each spurt of cum inscribed a letter into the air.
"Yes… You write beautifully."
"The first page… is done."
He woke on the slab, trembling.
The tome now floated before him, dripping lust.
Its cover gleamed. Its page glowed.
Words scrolled across its surface, formed from glowing fluid-like ink:
[FORBIDDEN ARCHIVE SYSTEM – BOUND TO HOST: KAEL ARDENT]
• Partner Count: 0
• Lust Energy: 10 / 100
• Spell Pages Unlocked: 1
• System Rank: Dormant
• Archive Type: Erotic Conquest Catalyst
• Objective: Arouse. Seduce. Conquer. Magic through Pleasure.
Kael blinked, heart still pounding.
His cock twitched.
Then the next line formed:
"She approaches."
"She burns."
"Your first spell lies within her climax."
In the distance, fire flickered.
A girl—glowing red in the shadow of trees.
And Kael, breathing heavy, soaked in his own sweat and the residue of his climax, stood at the edge of something bigger than the system.
"Let's begin," he whispered.