THE MERRY MAGE PRESENTS:
"The Raven's Call"
An Erotic Tale of Mystery & Murder
with 4K Artwork
Featuring: Wednesday Addams (18+)
& Enid Sinclair (18+)
Story & Artwork by Nick S.
In the pre-dawn darkness, Wednesday and Enid quietly made their way back into Nevermore Academy.
They had sneaked out to go to town.
Wednesday wanted to exhume a body from the cemetery for anatomy class and Enid had visited a boy she had a crush on.
Groggy now from lack of sleep, they looked forward to sleeping in that morning.
That’s when they heard it - the chilling sound of a raven’s call: caw, caw, caw, echoing across the school grounds.
That could mean only one thing…
They ran towards it, bringing them to the central courtyard of the academy.
The body of a student lay sprawled on the stones, face down on the ground.
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A single raven feather lay next to her lifeless body.
Enid rushed over to see the face. "Mara," she gasped, her eyes welling up with tears.
It was the third murder that semester. Each time, there had been the caw of the raven, a dead student, and the single raven feather.
But this time it was their friend.
Wordlessly, Wednesday crouched beside Mara.
Memories came rushing back - stolen moments under the starry sky, whispers punctuated by Mara's giggling laughter. The three of them sharing secrets, crushes, and, on occasion, a forbidden flask of Professor Alden's moonberry wine.
Fighting back tears, Wednesday noticed something - a faint symbol etched onto Mara's wrist. It was a rune, intricate, barely visible.
But before she could look closer, the figure of Professor Alden emerged from the mist. The courtyard was soon swarming with authorities, who ushered Wednesday and Enid away from the crime scene.
Back in their dorm room, the silence hung heavy. They were used to Mara's laughter filling the space. Now, all they had was the echo of her voice in their heads.
"Do you think the police will catch the killer?," Enid finally asked.
Wednesday snorted in derision. "Of course not. They're utterly incompetent. If we want justice - no, not justice. Revenge, preferably of the bloody sort, we'll need to do it ourselves."
A plan began to form between them, each agreeing to follow up on a different lead.
Wednesday suggested she should go to the police station to get the raven feather to analyze, while Enid would have to visit the morgue to examine the mysterious rune.
"The morgue?" Enid cringed, visibly recoiling from the idea. "Can we switch?"
Wednesday simply shrugged. "Your loss," she said, and she smiled to herself. "Plus, I love the smell of the morgue in the morning."
An hour later, Enid entered the police station and walked into the detective's office, her heart pounding in her chest.
The detective looked up, and said with some impatience, "Can I help you?"
"I need to examine the feather," Enid stated with a controlled calmness.
The detective looked at her, perplexed. "That's police evidence, Miss. You can't just walk in here and demand to see it."
Enid took a deep breath, summoning all her charm. "Detective, it's for a school project. We're investigating... forensics. It would help me a lot."
He snorted, unconvinced. "A school project? I'm not risking my job for that. You're cute, but sorry."
Enid’s mind raced, not sure what to do next. But then she got an idea…
Slipping off her school uniform jacket, she leaned forward on the desk, her voice dropping lower, her tone flirtatious. "Maybe there's something I can do for you, Mr. Detective?"
The detective paused, taken aback, and then laughed. "Well, aren't you a charmer? But, I can't..."
Enid glanced around to make sure no one else could see, and she began slowly unbuttoning her shirt. "Are you sure? Nothing at all I can do for you?" she asked.
The detective was slack-jawed, his eyes glued to the teenage cleavage Enid was slowly revealing to him. He licked his dry lips and said, "Well.."
But the words died in his mouth as Enid pulled open her shirt and her perky boobs popped out, bouncing firmly with nipples erect.
[See Enid totally naked by sliding the slider down]
"Come," Enid purred, "Give them a feel."
In a trance, the detective reached over and fondled her firm teenage tits, not believing this was really happening.
Enid smiled, then remarked,"Don't worry, this will be our secret, especially since I'm only 17..."
That was all it took.
The detective came crashing back to reality and began sputtering in protest, but Enid just smiled. "Just give me the feather and no one needs to know anything."
Five minutes later, Enid walked out of the police station with the feather in her pocket. She felt a bit bad scaring the cop like that, since she was actually 18, but wow that had worked well.
She made a mental note to try that more often.
Meanwhile, across town, Wednesday walked into the morgue. The coroner, Mr. Patel, a pudgy middle-aged Indian man with a gentle manner, looked up from his work.
Wednesday said, “Hi, I need to see the body of Mara Silverlake. It won’t take more than a few minutes.”
Mr. Patel looked confused, “I’m sorry, are you a relative? If not then I’m so sorry but I’m not able to give you access.”
Wednesday gave him an impatient look, “I’m a friend of hers and would appreciate you hurrying as I’m in a bit of a rush.”
Mr. Patel stood up, replying with great patience, “I see, but I’m sorry, it’s just not possible.”
Wednesday let out an exasperated sigh, and walked over to Mr. Patel.
Without any warning, she reached over and cupped his cock with her hand, while fixing him with an unsmiling stare.
His eyes widened in shock and surprise, but he remained where he was, frozen, as she caressed his now growing member.
“Ever had an 18 year old girl suck your cock, Mr. Patel?” Wednesday asked.
He shook his head quietly, the look of disbelief still on his face.
“Well today’s your lucky day,” said Wednesday as she dropped to her knees and smoothly unbuckled his pants, releasing his now raging erection.
Mr. Patel looked up, uttered a prayer to Lakshmi, then groaned as Wednesday took his cock in her mouth.
Efficiently, Wednesday licked, sucked, and bobbed her head over his cock. She planted a hand on his ass and pulled him forward, licking the head then taking him balls-deep into her throat.
He groaned and rocked back and forth in a trance of ecstasy.
Suddenly she popped off, looked up at him, and asked point blank: "So, the body?"
Mr. Patel still had a dreamy look on his face, "The body..." before suddenly coming to. "Yes, of course, not a problem at all, miss!"
Wednesday gave a curt nod, then throated his entire cock in one quick movement. Mr. Patel's eyes widened in shock and pleasure and he instantly came, painting her throat with streams of his hot cum.
[See Wednesday totally naked by sliding the slider down]
Wednesday swallowed it down without emotion, got up, wiped a spot of cum from her lips, and gave him an impatient look.
With effort, Mr. Patel refocused his eyes, saw the look on her face, and hurriedly buckled up his pants while walking over to an autopsy table in the middle of the room.
On the table a body was covered in a sheet. With a practiced motion, Mr. Patel flicked the sheet back, revealing her naked body.
[Remove the sheet over Mara by sliding the slider down]
Wednesday fought back a sudden flood of tears seeing her friend again, so beautiful even in death.
“Any idea yet,” Wednesday said, “of the cause of death?”
Mr. Patel seemed to hesitate, not sure if he should divulge this information in the middle of an investigation, but Wednesday just raised an eyebrow. He said, “Well, like the other two victims, there is no obvious sign of trauma or injury, except for the odd symbol there.”
Wednesday nodded, then knelt down to examine the rune on her wrist.
Sure enough, it was still there, faintly glowing.
The rune was a cryptic symbol, etched onto Mara's skin with surreal precision. It was a series of swirling wavy lines around a central spiral.
The rune reminded Wednesday of symbols used in very old magic rituals, but its origin would require some research to pin down.
Wednesday got up, brusquely thanked Mr. Patel, and started to walk out of the room.
At the doorway, she stopped, turned back, and said, "Oh, and Mr. Patel, in case you are tempted to... misuse Mara, just know that if you do, you'll end on the slab next to hers. I guarantee it."
And with that she walked out of the morgue.
Mr. Patel looked after her, shook his head slowly, then covered up Mara again with great gentleness, a shaken look on his face.