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Previously: | CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH. 3 | CH. 4 | CH. 5
Ivan, a witch, and Korin, a god, are magically bound together with a living tether. Witch hunter fights, fantastic blowjobs, and magical bondage play ensue.
CHAPTER FIVE
Three hours into our trek to the first trial, the glowing green path—laid out for us by the map orb—began to trail a river. I gladly took the opportunity to get a sip of water before continuing through these underground woods for gods knows how much longer. Korin rolled his eyes when I asked for a moment to pause.
“I think you forget that I’m a mortal, Korin, and therefore need to do mortally things like drink water,” I said.
“Mortals are so slow,” Korin groaned.
“Gods are insufferably impatient,” I retorted.
“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Korin said, inching closer to me.
“Oh, believe me, so are you.”
Mist rose in coils around us from the river, warm against my skin, sweet with scents I couldn’t name. We continued to follow its current.
The orb pulsed faintly between us, reminding us of its presence. As if I could forget. Its light synced with the bond throbbing within. I couldn’t tell which guided me more.
Strange shapes watched, shrouded in mist or shadow, never fully coming into my view. They seemed vaguely fox-shaped but with feathered tails that occasionally caught sparkles in the low light.
“They know us already,” Korin spoke softly, “simply watching as history unfolds.”
“Feels more like judging,” I muttered.
We were led to a bend where the river narrowed to a stop at the base of thick roots twisting up to form a structure as tall as a tower. The glow of the map orb sharpened, its light flaring across the space, sending the feathered foxes scurrying away.
“We’re here,” Korin spoke reverently, “the first trial. Verdant.”
“Finally,” I said.
The roots before us began to tremble, then shift, pulling and loosening to reveal an opening.
“Looks like an invitation to me.”
“Let’s go,” Korin said.
The tether between us pulsed. The map orb floated ahead.
There were no torches, no lamps, but the walls of twisting root themselves glowed, filling the space with green light. A color which matched that of our bond.
Hopefully, the trial being of Korin’s god-type, it was somehow easier. Plus, Korin has experienced this trial before. Not that he’s given me any real details about what to expect … as usual, but hopefully it’s nothing too dangerous. He at least came out the other side in one piece.
A voice unfolded in my mind. Not spoken, not heard, but felt. It pressed directly against my bones:
All that is hidden must be shown
All that is guarded must be given
Past and future must be grown
And at the present it must be proven
“Sounds like an invitation, alright,” Korin laughed.
“What does it mean?”
“We can’t cover up anything in this place. Not our bodies, and not our minds.”
“So, of course, in your god-type’s trial we have to be in the nude?”
“I didn’t make the rules. Though, this is certainly one I would put in place given the chance.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at that clear truth. The apple certainly didn’t fall far from the tree as far as Korin was concerned.
We disrobed, and a staircase of vines assembled, curling out from the walls to the next level of the tower. I swallowed, pulse hammering. Korin stepped forward, bare and unashamed. The bond burned at my wrist, dragging me after him. We crossed the next threshold together.
We were met with a large curved chamber of a sort of pressed moss and leaves, cracked with veins of golden light that swirled within itself and looked … wet. Maybe some sort of natural living sap.
“If you ever feel uncomfortable, we don’t have to complete the trial. We can always turn back.”
“No, we will complete the trial … why be bonded like this unless we were meant to complete the trials,” I affirmed.
Through flesh, through bone, through union, the bond is revealed or broken, the voice rang in our minds again.
“Just … relax. Relinquish all control in honor of Mother Nature herself.”
I felt my brows furrow in anxious anticipation of whatever the hells that meant.
Then — from the veins in the walls — tendrils of golden light unspooled, curling toward us in a curious motion, like ribbons caught in a slow-moving storm. They circled us … then moved in — caressing with slick warm strands, tracing the lines of our bodies as if mapping every curve. They were fairly small at the ends, about the circumference of a pinky, but tapered wider in girth until a bit larger than my forearm. One brushed past my nipple with heat, and I gasped as it slid down my stomach, and lower still. I watched as one coiled around Korin’s thigh, curling upward until he groaned.
The golden tendrils shimmered brighter as they explored, teasing out every hidden sensitive spot. One slipped across my chest again, circling my nipple with a wet, almost electric heat, making me shudder. Another mirrored the motion on Korin, and I heard his sharp intake of breath.
“Fuck, they don’t waste time, do they?” I muttered, voice thick with tension.
“No kidding,” Korin gasped.
A tendril flicked over my other nipple, the sensation sharp and maddening. The strands continued their exploration, slithering lower. One wrapped gently around the base of my balls, the pressure safe but firm, sending a jolt through me. I bit my lip, trying to steady myself, but the tendrils were relentless. Another curled around Korin’s sack, and he let out a low groan, his hips twitching.
“They’re … thorough,” I managed to say, my voice shaky.
“Understatement of the century,” Korin replied, his eyes half-lidded as a tendril brushed along the sensitive skin behind his balls, teasing at the tight ring of muscle further back.
The tendrils grew bolder, their movements more purposeful. They slid between our cheeks, slick and warm, before probing at our entrances. One pushed against me, the tip small but insistent, spreading my ass open with a slow, slick pressure. I hissed, my body tensing, but the tendril moved with a strange gentleness, easing deeper, filling me with its thick, pulsing warmth. I glanced at Korin, seeing his jaw clench as another tendril did the same to him, stretching him open, sinking in deep as his breath came in ragged pants.
“Gods, it’s … so much,” I groaned, the sensation overwhelming as the tendril began to thrust, slow at first, then faster, hitting every nerve within me.
“Fuck, yeah, it is,” Korin growled, his hands flexing as if he wanted to grab something, anything, for control.
But more tendrils joined, wrapping around our arms and legs with surprising strength. They lifted us off the mossy floor, suspending us in the air, pulling our limbs apart so we were completely exposed. The golden light pulsed brighter, feeding off our surrender, our submission to the trial. They drew us closer together, our bodies almost touching, faces inches apart as we stared into each other’s eyes, both overwhelmed by the raw intensity.
“Look at you, you’re beautiful, giving in so easily,” Korin rasped, a smirk playing on his lips despite the strain in his voice.
“Says the guy who’s trembling,” I shot back, though my words were cut off by a gasp as a tendril pushed even deeper, filling me to the brim.
