Pages flip. Purple glow erupts. Spell hits like a drug. David slumps against bookshelves, jeans tented, hand squeezing cock through denim — face twisted in lust. Jack sprawls on couch, fingers digging into bulge, gasping yeah bend on all fours bitch. Magic grips tight. Skin flushes hot. Fabric strains against rock-hard shafts. Blonde in bun watches smirking from window, city lights behind. Urges build relentless. No escape from the corruption pulsing through veins.