Divinity Binds - CH. 1

A witch on the run, a god unchained… and a mouthful of trouble.

Welcome to the beginning of Divinity Binds.

If you’re here for m/m spicy romantasy, you’re in the right place. This story is dripping with danger, desire, and bonds that only grow more tangled the deeper you go. Think Captive Prince meets Fourth Wing, with a streak of ACOTAR’s dark seduction… but unapologetically queer, hotter, and filthier.

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Divinity Binds

Josiah B Vale

CHAPTER ONE

The Witch, the God, and the Swamp

Every part of me was beginning to give out. Not just my legs, but my breath, my thoughts, and my heart. I made myself push forward and run until everything in me was locked into one rhythm.

Since abandoning my dusty old coven years ago, I’ve traveled city to city across the lands of Presmithia performing freelance witchery. This swamp only became my destination as I was in search of a rare moss, an ingredient for a potion to increase your cock size incredibly.

A desperate human suitor of a size hungry queen of one of the ocean lands begged me to create this potion for him, and he had a lot of gold to spare. He failed to mention the fierce group of witch hunters that called this swamp home.

The mush beneath my feet stank of rot. The occasional crunch of bone reminded me it was made of layers upon layers of old death. Gunk stuck to my leather boots and fought me with each step, slow and greedy, like the land itself wanted to drag me under. My side burned where the witch hunters had managed to slice a deep cut with their antimagic blades. Usually I could heal myself from a puncture or two, but not when it was laced with the hunters signature coating. Blood ran from my ribs, down my side, and soaked my waistband, and I had no power that could stop it. I wasn’t going to last long. Not like this.

I pushed through until a dark rock structure caught me eye. It was thick with moss and half swallowed by earth…I forced myself toward it. I just needed a minute. Some shelter. Some time to stop bleeding. My vision blurred and I collapsed. My wet palms and knees met a cold stone floor cobbled together with polished black rock etched with glowing green letters I didn’t recognize.

The symbols twitched faintly in recognition with each drop of my blood and… it seemed to soak it up. The blood splattering out of my side onto the floor seemed drawn to the illuminated edges…and my world went black….

I woke with a gasp, and the pain was gone.

I ran my fingers down my side where I thought I had been stabbed, but I felt only smooth skin. I was perfectly fine.

Had it…never happened?

My clothes were still tattered and blood stained which slightly assured me that I wasn’t just going fucking crazy, but my wound was fully healed.

There was a shift in the air, a sound too low for hearing. Something enormous and ancient had just opened its eye. Torchlight flickered from sconces covered in cobwebs that seemed to have been cold for centuries. Glowing green glyphs came to life across the walls.

And then I saw him.

Standing over me like a statue made of moonlight and arrogance. He was completely naked. Pale skin glowing like starlight. His body was completely hairless, except for his head of long silver locks that curled over the top of broad shoulders and further still, almost brushing the tops of his thighs that looked built to crush. His eyes shown green and feral, unblinkingly locking onto mine. His cock hung long and thick even unaroused, completely free of bother or shame.

I wasn’t sure which urge would win over for a moment: the one to reach for the purple daggers strapped to my thighs, or the one that wanted to kneel and beg to please him.

“Finally” he said before I could choose. “Took you long enough to wake.”

He scoffed, “Mortals…” His voice was like the most expensive silk in all Presmithia soaked in wine and emberleaf smoke.

“What…what the fuck are you?” I asked, genuinely.

A devilish grin cut across his face, teeth just a little bit too sharp.

“Names Korin. Minor god. Cursed and trapped in this tomb. Very bored. That is, until you showed up.”

My gut twisted. I noticed it. Something had changed… buzzing under my skin hot and alive.

Power, unlike the magics I was born with, coiled around my heart, my soul… “What did you do to me?”

“I didn’t do anything,” he said too casually. “You did. Bled all over my stoney prison like a dumb little mortal, broke the magic seal holding me here. And now: ta da!” He made a dramatic gesture that materialized a thin thread of green light connecting us wrist to wrist. “We’re tethered, baby. I get this humanoid body to strut around in, and you get some divine juice to pump up yours. We stay together, or it hurts. Real bad. We can try it if you don’t believe me.”

“You’re lying…” I hoped.

“You’re cute when you’re in denial.”

I got to my feet, still shaky, pulse hammering.

He watched me. There was amusement in his eyes, but something darker underneath.

“We have to go.” I said, remembering. “They were tracking me. I used a minor illusion spell to get away but they’ll have sniffed me out by now.”

Korin rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to worry about lowly beings like witch hunters anymore. Not when you’ve got me.” He came in close to give me a wink and a grin of pure sin. “Trust me, witch. By the time we’re done with them, they’ll be the ones running.”

He turned and strutted toward the doorway, clearly expecting me to follow, and I did.

What the hells else was I going to do? I wasn’t planning on testing the theory of pain if we got too far apart anytime soon. I could feel the truth of it in my bones.

When the disgusting swamp air hit my nose he led the way like he already owned the world outside. “Let’s get out of this godsdamned swamp.” Korin spat.

“I couldn’t agree more.” I let myself linger on the shape of his ass in front of me. Too perfect to be natural. Distractingly perfect. High, round and flexing like carved marble made flesh.

“Not that you asked,” I started, “but my name is Ivan.”

Korin turned to me suddenly, “Sorry, I’m still getting used to communicating with other beings again. It’s so easy to forget things as trivial as names.”

“Sure,” I blinked.

He started to inch toward me, until I could smell the scent of his breath like warm pine and ocean air cutting through the swamp rot.

One of his long pale fingers traced the side of my face, and I let him, lost in his ethereal green eyes for a moment. “Light skin, pink cheeks, short black hair…and curious violet eyes cursed with innocence. You’re stunningly beautiful, you know that?”

My throat tightened. “Uh, thanks.” Is all I could get out, before he resumed to trekking the opposite way like nothing had happened.

We didn’t make it ten more steps before witch hunters appeared from the mist. Four of them fanned out around us. Silver blades glistening with antimagic caught what little light filtered from the swamps fog.

Korin just smiled, like he’d been eagerly anticipating this. The air around him seemed to burst with the scent of crushed pine needles and shift faintly green.

The ground erupted. Thick vines burst from the sludge and whipped through the air in wet cracks. One coiled around two hunters at once, and drug them underground until they were just a memory. Another curled around the third witch hunter’s throat and dangled him upwards. He stabbed at the vine, but it seemed unaffected, and it broke the man’s neck with a loud snap.

The last hunter took the split second of Korin’s attention focused elsewhere to rush me.

I threw a magic blast I’d used a hundred times before, meant to simply knock her back far enough until Korin could deal with her.

But this was different.

It hit harder. Much harder. My usual purple burst of power was now outlined in green. The woman went up in green-violet flames like dry tinder. The idea of a scream was cut short by incinerating completely in an instant.

I stood there, rooted in place, nausea clawing up my throat as the smell of charred flesh wrapped around me. I had done that. I had killed her. And Korin only watched, eyes alight with something too close to joy.

“I didn’t mean to—”

“Save your own ass?” Korin said, clearly delighted. “Feels good, doesn’t it? I never get over incinerating weak mortals.” He stepped over her ashes, utterly unbothered, and gestured ahead. “Come along. We’ve got a lot of walking to do.”

We didn’t speak again for the first mile. By the time we found dry ground, the sky had turned into a black mosaic of stars. I started a fire. Korin just lounged against a tree, still gloriously nude, arms behind his head, thighs spread proudly.

I wondered if he thought he was sun bathing instead of camping on the outskirts of a disgusting predator ridden swamp.

I let myself try to relax, sat cross legged by the fire, and stared at the stars above. I always liked to imagine another world out there somewhere, one where I wouldn’t be hunted, where I wouldn’t be alone.…

“You know,” Korin drawled, stepping to my side. “For someone who just got magically bound to a sex god, you’re remarkably grumpy.”

“Sex god?” I asked. Honestly, It made sense.

“I specialize,” he said, winking, “My superspecialities include being the personified spirit of sex, nature and rebirth, darling.” He looked away for a moment. “Or at least, I used to be.”

I wasn’t sure what to say to that. Sure, it brought up a million questions, but none that I had the energy to talk out tonight.

He sat by me with a graceful plop, leaning back on his hands. “You’re wound so tight,” he murmured. “Bet I could help fix that.”

I didn’t answer. I was afraid to.

His fingers trailed down my back. Heat bloomed under my skin. His scent was calming like a divine eucalyptus storm wind.

“I could make you forget pain, and fear. Just for a moment.” His lips ghosted the bottom of my ear as he whispered.

My mouth opened to tell him no. To tell him not in the dirt like this…but my cock throbbed traitorously against the cloth of my trousers.

I hadn’t had time for sex, or gods forbid romance, in months. Of course I was already hard after the slightest touch from someone so atractive.

And he knew. He felt it. I know he did. And he grinned.

“If you let me help, you’ll like what I do with my mouth.” He said, already in between my legs somehow, green eyes looking up at me. “Will you let me.”

I could barely whisper it, but the word “Yes,” came out…and I let him.

Gods help me I let him.

He put his hands under the leather harness around my chest, meant to hold weapons, and lifted it off over my head with a kind of slow reverence that felt spiritual.

The brush of his fingers on my nipples sent a shiver down to my core.

He undid my pants and helped lift up my thighs so I could slide them off. My cock spilled out, flushed and already leaking. It throbbed with an achey need that seemed to send Korin into a frenzy.

He let out a noise low in his throat like he’d just discovered a forbidden fruit.

Then he lowered his head… and dragged his tongue along the pulsing vein on the underside of my shaft and down lower…until he cradled both of my balls in his mouth. Small laughs he let out against my skin sent vibrations up my spine.

Before I knew it, he was teasing the head with soft licks and tongue flicks until my back arched and my head fell back. The world slipped away. Nothing held me but him.

Then he devoured me.

Not just my body, but my spirit. His warm mouth, firm grip, and sacred command consumed me. He took me deep, with intent, until I felt the heat of complete union. He paused only to breathe, offering fleeting caresses to the tip before drawing me in once more. Again. And again.

I felt the rush tear through me like a dam breaking loose, my entire body shuddering as I spilled into his mouth.

Hot, overwhelming waves of ecstasy pulsed from my core, each one stronger than the last, until I was nothing but raw sensation. My hips bucked against his mouth, and a ragged groan ripped from my throat, loud enough to scatter some creatures that lurked in the forest beyond our firelight.

He took it all, every last drop, his throat working with a greedy, deliberate rhythm that dragged out the climax until I was a trembling mess, clutching at the dirt for any kind of anchor.

He pulled back slowly, lips glistening, that devilish grin cutting across his face again. “Told you I’d make you forget,” he purred, voice low and smug, like he’d just claimed a victory.

His green eyes burned into mine, feral and satisfied, as he licked a stray bead off the corner of his mouth with a flick of his tongue. “You taste like magic, darling. Potent. Addictive.”

I couldn’t speak. My chest heaved, lungs burning for air, as the aftershocks rippled through me.

My cock twitched, still half-hard, hypersensitive to the cool night air where his heat had just been. He didn’t move away, just stayed there between my legs, one hand resting possessively on my thigh, fingers tracing lazy circles that sent fresh sparks up my spine.

He finally pulled away to sit next to me, chest rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon, though I doubted a god could even get tired. His cock, still untouched, hung heavy and fully erect now, a clear bead glistening at the tip, proof of how much this affected him too.

After wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking. “See? Told you I’m good at this. You’re welcome.”

I just stared at him, dazed, body humming with the aftermath. My thighs trembled as I tried to sit up, but he pushed me back down with a gentle but firm hand on my chest. “Rest, gorgeous. We’ve got time. I’m not going anywhere.”

His voice softened for a moment, almost tender, before that wicked edge crept back in. “Unless you want round two. Say the word.”

I groaned, half laughing through the haze, knowing damn well I’d say yes if he pushed just a little harder. I couldn’t look away from the raw hunger still simmering in his gaze. Whatever this bond was, whatever I’d stumbled into, it was only the beginning, and I was already too far gone to care.

The fire crackled low, casting faint warmth over us, but the swamp’s damp chill was starting to creep back in.

My body felt heavy, spent, every muscle lax after what he’d just done to me.

Still sitting close, that maddening grin lingering as he watched me struggle to pull myself together, he asked: “Cold yet?” Voice smooth and teasing, like he already knew the answer.

He laid beside me, his naked form catching the dim light, all long limbs and sculpted muscle, completely unbothered by the dirt or the night air.

“I’m fine,” I muttered, though my teeth betrayed me with a slight chatter. I shifted to sit up, reaching for my discarded shirt, but his hand caught my wrist, firm but not rough.

“Don’t bother. I’ve got a better way to warm you up.” He tugged me back down, rolling onto his side so his chest pressed against my back. His arm slid over my waist before I could protest, pulling me in tight, his body molding to mine.

Skin on skin, his heat was instant, searing through the chill, but it also sent a jolt of something else through me…

Awareness…maybe vulnerability.

That scent, his mix of pine and storm wind, was all around me now. Warm breath tickled the nape of my neck. Lips brushed my ear just enough to make me tense.

His hand rested flat on my stomach like he owned me, and I could feel the hard length of him pressed against my lower back, a reminder of what we’d just done… and what else he was clearly capable of.

The ground was hard and uneven, bits of grit digging into my hip, but his body was a solid wall of heat, blocking out the worst of the night. His thigh nudged between mine, casual but deliberate, and I bit back a curse at how natural it felt.

“Stop moving so much,” I snapped, though my heart wasn’t in it. My eyes were getting heavy, the exhaustion from the day—the running, the blood loss, the magical bonding, the mind blowing release—catching up all at once.

“Just shut up and sleep,” he whispered, amusement lacing his words as his hand slid up slightly, fingertips brushing the edge of my ribs, light enough to tease but heavy with intent.

I wanted to argue, to shove him off and prove I didn’t need this, didn’t need him, but my body had other ideas. My limbs felt like lead, and the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back was lulling, almost hypnotic. The green tether between us pulsed faintly.

“Just… don’t get any ideas.” I muttered finally, my voice barely audible, more to myself than to him.

“Too late for that,” he murmured, lips grazed the back of my neck again. But he didn’t push further, just held me there, his breathing slowing to match mine. “Sleep, gorgeous. I’ve got you.”

I didn’t want to admit how comforting that sounded, how the weight of his arm and the heat of his bare skin grounded me in a way I hadn’t felt in years. Maybe ever. My eyes drifted shut, the distant sounds of the swamp fading as exhaustion took over. The last thing I felt was his hand tightening just a little on my waist, like he wasn’t letting go anytime soon, before I slipped into the deepest sleep I’d had in ages, naked and tangled with a god on the cold, hard ground.

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