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The dark corridors of the Ministry’s archives stretched out endlessly before you, bathed in shadows that seemed to shift and writhe under the flicker of the single torch Rain carried. Your heart pounded in your chest, a steady drumbeat that mirrored the soft thud of your footsteps against the cold stone floor. You shouldn’t be here. No one should. Yet, here you were, sneaking into the deepest vaults of the Ministry with Rain at your side. And there was no one on guard where they were supposed to be, either, allowing the two of you to just walk right in.
“This is madness,” you whispered, glancing nervously over your shoulder. Rain, as always, was a picture of calm, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. His eyes glinted with excitement, the thrill of the forbidden adventure spurring him on.
“It’s fun,” he countered in that low, silken voice of his, the one that always made you doubt your better judgement. “We’re close now.”
He was right, of course. The door ahead was unmistakable – solid, ancient, covered in runes that glowed faintly in the darkness. You swallowed hard. Behind that door lay the forbidden artifact: the apple said to have been bitten by Eve herself. It was said that one touch would give you all the knowledge you’d need. Rain had spoken of it for months now, and despite every rational voice in your head, you’d agreed to come. Just for a look, you’d promised yourself.
Rain pushed the door open, and the air that escaped was cold, thick with dust and the weight of centuries-old secrets. The room was small, dimly lit by the strange glow of the apple that sat on a pedestal in the centre. It was smaller than you imagined, but no less foreboding. Dark red, its skin marred by a single, jagged bite mark.
“There it is.” Rain stepped closer, his voice almost reverent.
“Don’t touch it,” you warned, though your own feet carried you forward in spite of the unease settling in your gut. But Rain didn’t listen. He never did. His fingers stretched out, lifting the glass case off of the plinth and brushing the surface of the apple before you could stop him.
The moment his skin made contact, the temperature in the room plummeted. The glow around the apple pulsed, once, twice, and then it spread—dark tendrils of power, wrapping themselves around Rain’s arm, spiraling upwards until they coiled around his throat. You took a step back, panic seizing you as you watched his eyes widen, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.
“Rain!” You rushed forward, grabbing his arm, trying to pull him back, but it was too late. The dark energy lashed out, snapping around you like a whip, locking you both in place. Pain seared through your body, a burning, twisting sensation that made you cry out. You felt it then—the curse settling into your bones, into your blood.
The power released you both as suddenly as it had taken hold. You stumbled back, your chest heaving as you tried to make sense of what had just happened. Rain stood frozen, his hand still hovering near the apple, his eyes locked on yours.
“What… what was that?” Your voice trembled.
Rain blinked, his hand dropping to his side. “A curse.” His tone was grim, all the earlier excitement gone. The look on his face told you that his research had told him that this could happen - and yet, he still went ahead with it.
You stared at him, the weight of the word sinking in. “What kind of curse?”
His jaw tightened. “The kind that binds.”
Your stomach churned as the meaning of his words became clear. You could feel it too—something pulling at you, something deep and ancient, forcing your very essence towards Rain. It wasn’t just magic. It was primal, dark, a need that flared in your chest the longer you stood there.
“We need to figure out how to break it,” you said, your voice barely a whisper.
Rain nodded, his gaze flicking to the apple and then back to you. “There’s only one way.” He paused, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. “The curse is… one of desire. We have to give in to it.”
The implications hit you like a sledgehammer. “You mean…?”
He gave a small, humourless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah. That.”
Your breath hitched. “But—”
“I know,” Rain interrupted, stepping closer. “Trust me, I know.”
The tension between you crackled like a live wire, the curse thrumming beneath your skin, urging you closer, demanding to be sated. Rain was close enough now that you could feel the heat of his body, and the curse inside you pushed and pulled, an invisible force tethering the two of you together.
You hated how right he was.
The air between you and Rain felt suffocating, thick with the weight of the curse’s unspoken demand. Your heart raced as the realisation settled deep in your chest. It wasn’t just about desire; it was about survival. The pull was relentless, a magnetic force that drew you closer, like an invisible thread binding your fates together.
Rain’s eyes were locked onto yours, his usually sharp and confident demeanour replaced by something more uncertain, though no less intense. He took a breath, and the sound of it, soft but ragged, seemed to fill the silence between you.
“You feel it too, don’t you?” His voice was low, barely more than a murmur.
You nodded, unable to find the words. It wasn’t just a feeling—it was a need, clawing at your insides, urging you to close the distance, to do whatever it took to break free from the curse’s grip. But your mind rebelled against the very idea, against what it meant.
“How sure are you about this?” you asked, your voice shaky despite the effort to stay composed.
Rain swallowed hard, his gaze flickering down to the space between you before meeting your eyes again. “The apple… it’s not just a symbol. It’s power. And it’s… testing us. I can feel it. The pull only gets stronger the more we resist.”
You could feel it too. The way your body betrayed you, how every inch of space between you felt like a chasm that needed to be closed. It wasn’t just lust—it was raw, overpowering, something primal you couldn’t explain. Your skin tingled, your breath shallow, as if your very soul was being drawn out, tangled with his.
“We have to,” Rain continued, though his voice wavered slightly. “I’ve read about curses like this. They don’t stop until the demand is met.”
A shiver ran down your spine. His words hung in the air, undeniable. You wanted to believe there was another way, a solution hidden in one of the Ministry’s thousands of ancient texts. But even now, the curse gnawed at your willpower, making it harder to think straight, to focus on anything other than the growing need coursing through you.
Rain reached out, his fingers brushing your arm. The contact sent a shockwave through your system, and you gasped. It wasn’t just physical—it was the curse, feeding on that touch, pulling you both deeper into its web.
“I didn’t want it to happen like this,” Rain said, softer now, his face close enough that you could feel his breath against your skin. “But if we don’t… it’ll consume us.”
Your mind raced, battling between reason and the growing pressure inside you. There had to be another way, you thought. There had to be. But as Rain’s hand moved to the small of your back, pulling you gently toward him, the curse flared, blurring the lines between fear and desire.
Your lips were inches apart, the tension electric, and every part of you screamed to move forward, to close the gap and let the curse take its course. But your conscience lingered, barely holding on.
“Are you sure?” you whispered, your voice trembling.
Rain’s eyes softened, just for a moment, his breath warm against your skin. “I don’t see another choice.”
And then, before you could second-guess yourself again, he kissed you.
It was soft at first, tentative, as if he too was fighting the curse’s pull. But as soon as your lips met, the floodgates opened. The curse surged through you both, intensifying the kiss, making it deeper, more desperate. Your body responded immediately, as if the very act was siphoning off the dark magic that bound you.
Rain’s hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies pressed against each other. You could feel the raw energy, coursing between you, the curse feeding on every touch, every breath shared between you.
But it wasn’t enough.
The curse wasn’t satisfied with mere contact—it wanted everything. And as Rain’s hands roamed your body, and yours found their way to his, you realised that it wouldn’t stop until you’d given in completely.
His lips moved to your neck, his breath hot against your skin, and you arched into him, feeling the growing pressure of the curse wrapping tighter around you both. It was like a fire, burning hotter and hotter, and the only way to quench it was to keep going, to let the need consume you whole.
He kissed down your clothed breasts, laving licks over your nipples which were poking through the fabric of your habit, before moving further down, dropping slowly down to his knees. His hands lifted the hem of your uniform, pulling the garment up to expose your crotch to him, wet panties on full display, dampening the longer you were the point of study for his hungry eyes.
He moved his head forward, pressing his nose into your mound. You felt his tongue escape his mouth and lick over your wetness, dampened by the feeling of your panties in between your bundle of nerves and his tongue. You gasped, letting your hips buck forward in response. Your hands moved to the top of his helmet and clutched on. “Rain!” you whispered, too overwhelmed already to speak louder.
“You taste so fucking good, ___,” he told you, his own voice barely above a whisper.
With his left hand, he moved your panties to the side, exposing you fully to his eager mouth. The cool air brushed against your skin, heightening every sensation as he took his time exploring you. He traced the outline of your most sensitive spots with his tongue, teasing and tasting, igniting flames of pleasure that coursed through your body.
“Please, don’t stop,” you urged, the words spilling from your lips like a desperate prayer, head falling back and eyes fluttering closed, allowing you to give yourself completely over to the pleasure. You could feel the heat radiating from his body as he pushed closer, his face buried in your softness, completely absorbed in giving you pleasure.
His fingers joined the dance, deftly teasing and stroking, as he alternated between kissing and licking, driving you to the edge with every movement. You could feel the pressure building inside you, an overwhelming wave threatening to crash over you. You could hear your own breaths coming in gasps, punctuated by the soft sounds of his mouth working against you.
He paused for just a moment, pulling back slightly to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to hear you,” he murmured, the words sending shivers down your spine. “Tell me how good it feels.”
“It feels ah-amazing, Rain,” you confessed. “I can’t… I need m-more. Please, don’t stop. You’re driving me w-wild.”
Rain encircled his mouth over your clit and began to suck, gently at first as not to hurt you, but the desire took over and he got a little rougher with his ministrations, causing much louder moans to fall from your lips and echo around the chamber. With each suck, you could feel the oppressive weight of the curse begin to lift, freeing your limbs and soul to enjoy this moment.
“Oh, fuck! Just l-like that, Rain!”
With your encouragement, Rain deepened his focus, his tongue swirling around you, working in tandem with his rhythmic suction. Each pull drew you closer to the edge, a delicious tension building inside you. You could feel every flick, every kiss igniting new waves of pleasure that crashed over you like a tide.
His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as you squirmed beneath him, instinctively seeking more of that exquisite friction. The heat radiating from his body wrapped around you like a cocoon, making it impossible to think of anything but the way he was worshipping you.
“Rain, please,” you whimpered, unable to contain the desperation in your voice. “I’m so close… don’t st-stop!”
In response, he redoubled his efforts, his mouth moving faster, his teeth grazing lightly against your sensitive flesh. You could feel the pressure within you coiling tighter, an almost unbearable need building toward release.
“Let go for me,” he urged, his voice low and sultry, the vibrations sending shivers through your body. “I want to feel you come.”
The heat in your core swelled, and with a final cry of his name, you surrendered to the sensation, your body exploding with pleasure as waves of ecstasy washed over you, pulling you into a blissful abyss. You moaned so loudly for him as you came, clutching onto his helmet as tightly as possible to stop your legs from giving out. Your knees were so weak.
Rain stayed down there for a while, licking up your juices and letting your orgasm subside before he pulled away gently, trying not to shock you. That activity certainly helped the curse, but you’d need to do more to break it entirely.
He stood and captured your lips into another kiss, this time, you could taste yourself on him.
As he pulled away from the kiss, your breath mingled in the air, a delicious reminder of the intimacy you’d just shared. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, the lingering effects of his touch still sending shivers down your spine. Your heart raced, a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability flooding your senses.
“Are you okay?” Rain asked, his voice low and filled with concern, as he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. The intensity in his gaze held you captive, making you feel cherished and desired in a way that sent warmth coursing through your veins.
“I… I think so,” you replied, still catching your breath. “That was incredible. But the curse—what do we do now?”
He paused, a flicker of determination igniting in his eyes. “We have to find a way to break it for good. That was just the first step. There’s something more we need to do, something that’ll truly release us from its grip.”
Your heart raced at the thought of what that might entail, the weight of the curse still hanging over you. “What do you have in mind?”
He turned his head to look at the plinth and spoke, “Bend over it.”
You raised your eyebrows, but obliged, pulling your panties down and letting them pool at your ankles before leaning on the white marble, spreading your legs and arching your back enough to be level to Rain’s crotch.
“I wanna fuck you over this fucking thing,” he muttered, his voice gravelly and pissed, so far removed from the Rain you knew. You heard his jeans unzip and the shuffle of clothes as he pulled himself out. “It wanted to be a part of this, so let’s give it what it wants, hm?”
You felt a rush of excitement mixed with nervous anticipation at his words. The way he spoke, raw and commanding, sent shivers of desire coursing through you. You glanced back at him, searching his eyes for reassurance as he positioned himself behind you.
“Just breathe,” he murmured, a softer note breaking through the gravel in his voice. “Trust me.”
With that, he pressed forward, the head of his shaft teasingly rubbing against your slickness, the heat radiating from him palpable. You gasped, your body instinctively arching back further, craving the pressure of him filling you completely.
“Rain,” you breathed, a mixture of need and desperation coloring your tone. “Please…”
He chuckled darkly, the sound echoing in the chamber. “You’re so eager. Just remember, this is what you wanted.” With a firm grip on your hips, he pushed forward, entering you slowly at first, filling you with delicious tension.
Your body welcomed him, a mix of pleasure and slight pain igniting a fire within you. You pushed back against him, urging him deeper, the marble plinth cool against your flushed skin. “More,” you gasped, the word a plea and a command all at once. “Rain, more!”
He obliged, thrusting into you with more force, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air alongside your moans. “That’s it,” he growled, the primal sound sending you spiraling into a dizzying world of pleasure. “Feel how good this is. Let it consume you.”
With each thrust, you felt the oppressive weight of the curse lifting further, the bond between you both growing stronger. You gripped the edge of the plinth, your knuckles whitening, your body moving in rhythm with his, lost in the shared ecstasy.
He watched as your cheeks ricocheted off his body, bouncing with each thrust, the sight igniting a primal hunger within him. He tightened his grip on your hips, each thrust deeper than the last, his breath coming in heavy pants. The marble beneath you felt cold, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your bodies as you moved together.
“Satan below, you feel incredible,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with awe. “I could get lost in you.”
You moaned in response, the sound a mixture of pleasure and encouragement, driving him to increase the pace. Your body responded instinctively, meeting him thrust for thrust, each collision sending jolts of ecstasy rippling through you.
“Don’t h-hold back,” you urged, your voice breathless. “I want a-all of you. Fuck! I… want to feel you.”
With that, he picked up the pace, thrusting harder and deeper, pushing you closer to the edge with each stroke. Your skin began to glisten with a sheen of sweat, the air thick with the scent of your desire. You could feel the heat coiling in your core, ready to burst, but you fought to hold onto the feeling, wanting to savor every moment.
You propped yourself up on the plinth with one of your arms, and reached down to play with your clit, making you moan out and tighten around his cock. He groaned.
“Tight,” he said - it was the only thing he could say. His own pleasure was beginning to overwhelm him just like it had you.
“Rain, it’s so g-good,” you gasped, your words barely coherent as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. “I’m so fu-ah! Fucking close… just like th-this.”
He responded by leaning over you, his chest pressing against your back, the weight of his body grounding you even as he took you higher. “I want you to come for me,” he whispered, his hot breath sending another wave of shivers through you. “Let go when you’re ready. I’ll be right here.”
The intensity of his voice combined with the rhythm of his thrusts pushed you closer to the edge. You felt your body tightening around him, your heart racing as you neared your peak. “I’m almost there, Rain!” you cried out, your voice raw with desperation.
He quickened his movements, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the chamber, amplifying the urgency of the moment. “Come for me. I need to feel you,” he urged, his words a catalyst that sent you spiraling over the edge.
Your body tensed, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you cried out his name, your senses exploding in a cacophony of ecstasy. Rain didn’t relent, continuing to thrust into you as your orgasm washed over, prolonging your pleasure as you both lost yourselves in the moment.
As the waves of your orgasm began to subside, Rain’s thrusts grew more erratic, driven by the need to reach his own climax. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he gripped your hips tighter, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Damn, you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. “I’m so close, but I want to feel you again before I let go. Can you hold on for me?”
You nodded, the warmth of your body still pulsing with aftershocks, but the urgency of the moment pulled you back into the depths of pleasure. “I can… I want you to come, Rain. We need to break this curse together.”
With renewed determination, you pushed back against him, wanting to help him find his release. Each thrust became a symphony of desire, your bodies moving in perfect harmony, every stroke bringing him closer to the edge.
“I can’t believe how good this feels,” he gasped, his words mingling with the sounds of your bodies meeting. “You’re incredible.”
His words fueled your desire, and you leaned back slightly to look over your shoulder at him, catching a glimpse of his expression—a mix of lust and desperation. “Let go, Rain. We can’t waste this. I need you to let it happen.”
With that, you shifted your hips, tightening your muscles around him, coaxing him closer to his release. “I want to feel you fill me. I want this curse gone.”
He let out a low growl, his pace quickening again as he fought to hold onto his control. “I’m so close… I can feel it. Just a little more.”
You could see the sweat glistening on his skin, the way his muscles strained with effort, and it drove you wild. “Then let go for me. We’re in this together,” you urged, your own need rising again as the tension between you thickened.
He thrust deeper, harder, each movement bringing him closer. You could feel him reaching the brink, the air around you electric with anticipation. “I’m gonna—” he choked out, his voice strained.
“Together,” you whispered, the word a promise that echoed in the charged atmosphere.
With one final, powerful thrust, Rain found his release, his body tensing as he filled you completely, a deep, primal groan escaping his lips.
As Rain’s release flooded you, a shockwave of energy surged through your bodies, electrifying every nerve ending. It felt as though the very air around you crackled with power, a force both overwhelming and liberating. The curse, which had weighed heavily on your hearts, began to dissolve, unraveling in a brilliant cascade of light that filled the chamber.
You gasped as the warmth of his essence mingled with the remnants of the curse, transforming the oppressive energy into something bright and euphoric. It felt like a long-held breath finally escaping your lungs, an unshackling of your souls from the binds that had tethered you in torment. The moment was dizzying, an explosion of colors behind your closed eyelids as the darkness of the curse shattered like fragile glass.
With every pulse of his body, you felt the curse disintegrating, the shadows that had clung to you both evaporating into nothingness. A profound sense of relief washed over you, accompanied by a sweetness that lingered in the air. You could feel the weight lifting from your chest, as if the chains that had bound your hearts were finally broken.
Your connection with Rain intensified, a bond forged anew in the aftermath. You felt a warmth spreading through your limbs, a soothing balm that replaced the ache of the curse. It was as if the world around you had transformed, each heartbeat echoing with freedom and possibility.
As the last remnants of the curse dissipated, you opened your eyes, meeting Rain’s gaze. There was a fierce glow in his eyes, a mixture of triumph and disbelief, as he pulled you closer, his heart racing in rhythm with yours. “We did it,” he breathed, the weight of everything melting away in that shared moment of victory.
As the final echoes of the curse faded, you felt a shift in the air around you. The oppressive weight that had once filled the chamber was gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of lightness and joy. You took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, fresh air, as if tasting freedom for the first time.
Rain pulled you into his arms, his warmth wrapping around you like a comforting blanket. “I can’t believe we actually did it,” he murmured against your hair, his voice thick with emotion. The tension that had marked his features moments ago was replaced by a relaxed smile that made your heart soar.
As you stood wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside the chamber felt vibrant and alive. The burdens of the past began to slip away, replaced by a newfound sense of hope. “What now?” you asked, curiosity sparking in your voice.
“We cover this monstrosity back up and never touch it again.”
You laughed, and bent down to pull your panties back up. “Let’s explore,” you said, as he tucked himself back in. “What if we start by seeing what else this place holds? Maybe there are secrets left to uncover, just waiting for us to discover them.”
Rain grinned, the spark of adventure igniting in his eyes. He covered Eve’s apple and slapped his hands together to remove the dust from them. “Lead the way,” he said, taking your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. “Don’t touch a Goddamn thing.”
As you moved deeper into the chamber, the air thrummed with energy, a promise of what was to come. With each step, you felt a renewed sense of purpose, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, together.