Cody's muscles seized as violet light erupted from his palms, the spatial magic tearing through the air like a living thing that clawed at his skin and sank deeper into his core. Heat flooded his veins, pooling low in his gut until his cock strained hard against his trousers, every pulse of power making it twitch and leak as the world around him warped and folded. Sweat slicked his athletic frame, dark topknot clinging to his neck while his violet eyes burned with the rush, the demon blood he kept sealed whispering temptations of raw dominance even as he fought to master the new rift opening before him. The acceptance letter from the Academy of Shadows and Desire fluttered to the floor, its seal glowing in confirmation, but he could barely focus with the way the magic made his body sing—nipples tight, balls heavy, every breath dragging fire through his lungs.

His parents' embrace lingered at the doorway, his mother's eyes bright with pride and worry while his father's hand gripped his shoulder in quiet strength, the farewell heavy with unspoken fears of his hidden heritage. "Protect yourself out there," his father murmured, voice thick, and Cody nodded, throat tight, before stepping through the spatial tear he'd just carved. The academy grounds bloomed into view with marble spires and flowering vines heavy with scent, the air thick with the chatter and laughter of hundreds of young women in clinging robes that hugged full breasts and flared hips. Their stares hit him like a physical force, curiosity and hunger flickering across flushed faces as the first male intruder disrupted their world, and already he felt eyes tracing the outline of his still-aroused cock beneath the fabric.

A silver-haired instructor with piercing emerald eyes and a body that moved like liquid silk approached, her hand brushing his arm in greeting, the contact sending fresh sparks through his nerves as her lips parted on a soft intake of breath. Her robe shifted to reveal the swell of cleavage and the curve of her waist, and Cody's pulse hammered as her fingers lingered, the scent of her skin wrapping around him while distant students whispered and leaned closer, their own auras brushing his like teasing caresses. The magic inside him throbbed in response, coiling tighter with every heartbeat, promising pleasures he couldn't yet claim as her gaze dropped lower and the air between them thickened with unspoken need.

The silver-haired instructor's breath hitched as her emerald eyes locked onto the visible ridge straining his trousers, her fingers tightening on his arm with a possessive squeeze that sent fresh sparks of magic rippling straight to his balls. "She's been expecting you," she murmured, voice husky, guiding him along the winding marble path where clusters of robed women parted with hungry stares, their full breasts straining against thin fabric as auras teased his skin like invisible tongues. Each step made his cock throb harder, pre-cum dampening the cloth while her hip brushed his thigh and the scent of her arousal mingled with blooming vines, the spatial magic inside him pulsing in time with her quickened pulse. They reached the heavy oak door to the headmistress's office, her body turning into his as she tilted her face upward, lips parting mere inches from his own.

She closed the final inches with a soft moan, her full lips claiming his in a deep, hungry kiss that tasted of honey and forbidden magic, her tongue sliding against his as her body pressed flush to his athletic frame. Her palm cupped the thick ridge of his cock through the fabric, fingers tracing its pulsing length with possessive strokes that made his balls tighten and fresh pre-cum seep from the tip, the contact sending jolts of spatial magic crackling between them like shared lightning. Cody's hands found her waist, pulling her closer as her breasts crushed against his chest, nipples hard through thin robes, her arousal scent blooming thick in the air while distant whispers from the watching students only fueled the heat coiling in his gut. The kiss deepened, her free hand threading into his dark topknot to tug him nearer, emotional sparks of connection flaring beneath the raw lust—she was the first to welcome him without fear, her touch promising protection and pleasure in equal measure as his heritage stirred, tempting him to claim her against the oak door.

Spatial Heir: Academy of Shadows and Desire