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He looked at his bare skin, acres upon acres of it, his only clothing some red lingerie that made a stark contrast with his sapphire-blue eyes. He was bruised, his skin marked by lovebites and dark fingerprints.
Jason's fingerprints.
He was still glistening from the sex they had had some time before, when they had woken up. But that wasn't the only thing that was glowing in the room.
Dick was currently looking at himself in the mirror, his eyes a bit unfocused as he checked out his backside yet again, only for his eyes to go back to his womb tattoo.
"I didn't know you had this sigil." He commented, his voice still rough from the facefucking.
"That's because it's a compound of various sigils, mixed into one, bunny." His lingerie was still on, but Jason knew he was itching to take it off. Not to be clothed at all.
"M-multiple?" Dick's eyes widened as his gaze turned to Jason, whose smirk got meaner, "We agreed only for one!"
"No, you said I would get to put a sigil on you, and I would let your family go on with their life, as nothing ever truly happened." He snickered as he got up from the bed and then reached for the man, slotting himself right behind him as he looked at the image reflected on the full-view mirror.
Jason hadn't always been this big as an incubus; on the contrary, he had been rather small at a young age. He didn't know if his big stature was because of a normal growth spurt or if it was when he had been sacrificed in the 1400s by those stupid witch hunters to one of the Lazarus Pits. It had been known for years not to let any kind of demon near one of those ponds, yet even when the witches prayed the catholic men not to do it, they did it anyway, and they burned the only people who actually knew how to protect them.
Jason found himself smiling; men, such fragile creatures.
His normal height, coupled with his big, dark horns, only made him all the more intimidating. He snaked a hand around Dick's middle, making him melt in his embrace involuntarily.
"What did you do to me?" Dick merely muttered, almost moaning when Jason's clawed hand covered his womb tattoo.
Was it even worth explaining to him? Jason asked himself as he played with the strings of the lingerie and then dipped down to where the thong was, pulled aside from their first fucking session of the day. He hummed.
It's not like he'll remember anyway.
"Three spells," Jason said as his hand wrapped around Dick's small length, dwarfing him easily and dragging some whimpers out of the man, whose abdomen fluttered together with his chest. "Liberated, mindmelt and soulchained."
Jason took the moment of hesitation to let his tentacles slowly unravel from his back and gradually adhere to Dick's skin. When the man finally understood the meaning of Jason's words, it was far too late.
"You are going to- Ah!" He folded forward, feeling one of the tentacles breaching him as his gasp let him open-mouthed and ready for Jason to fuck into him.
"What, bunny?" He leaned down with Dick, letting one of his tentacles push past the man's lips and keeping his throat open and pliable. "I am playing by the rules, am I not?" He took Dick's chin and made him look up to where the dressing mirror was, already drooling as the tentacle made it past his gag reflex and stayed there, silencing him. "You told me one sigil, I gave you one sigil." He nuzzled the crook of Dick's neck from behind as he continued to murmur, "How else would I have kept you, bunny?"
He slowly started to move as he lifted Dick with the aid of the other tentacles and then, when the man was laid on the mattress again, he slid the thong out of the way and exchanged his tentacle in Dick's ass for his cock, pushing in to the hilt and making him moan and roll his eyes in the back of his head.
"I wanted you next to me forever," Jason said, pistoning into Dick slowly, as the tentacles reached for other erogenous zones, while also keeping the human bound and still. "And that couldn't happen if you remembered your family. You're mine now, Dickie." Jason took the tendril out of Dick's mouth, just to kiss him while he was searching desperately for air, the sigil on his womb twinkling and making the human whine weakly as the soulchain spell was renewed and bound the two together yet again.
"I will keep you here, with me," he whispered as Dick wriggled and moaned, obscene sounds coming out of his throat as it was being abused. Two tentacles encircled his nipples and squeezed them gently as Jason busied himself by kissing the column of Dick's neck while also sucking on it, leaving new, dark marks. "I'll take care of you, I will be all that you'll ever need."
Dick started crying, his sobbing muffled by the tendril in his throat as he slowly but surely melted in Jason's hold and left the demon to finally take over properly.
"Good girl, Dickie," The lingerie was in places it wasn't supposed to be, and Dick seemingly didn't care. He didn't care if he looked all disheveled and pathetic; he didn't care how he sounded, how he felt, because Jason was slowly becoming his centre of attention.
Jason was the one who needed to feed off him, to have him sit on his cock pretty on a Sunday evening, instead of participating in Sunday Mass; it was Jason who took priority over pretty much anything that was in Dick's mind. He was slowly losing all his memories, and soon enough, he won't be anything other than Jason's personal cockwarmer and feeder.
Dick had been on Jason's radar for a long while now; his charming attitude and his selfless behaviour were more than enough of a reason for him to want the man completely helpless under him, broken and pliable, easy to manage.
Dick would have made the perfect pet, sitting right next to his throne at his feet, mindlessly grinding on one of his boots as he read. He would have been ready to be used to feed Jason anytime, and his life energy was already so sweet that the lack of memories would have made him irresistible.
He pushed in Dick again, this time, his tentacles taking the human's hands and guiding them to his horns.
"You want to brace yourself, baby." Jason almost growled before letting his cock slip out almost completely, just to slam it back in with the addition of a couple of tentacles around it, making Dick almost scream in pain.
Instead, the human whimpered loudly, his mouth stuffed to the brim, enough that he couldn't do anything but take.
Take, take, take.
Whatever Jason was doing was going to come in a full circle, filling his victim with his seed, which would make him addicted, which would lead to Dick asking for more, or he would easily die from the lack of it. He will be so dependent on Jason that even rape would be welcome.
Jason felt his climax come closer and closer as time passed, and only when he reached it, did he take out the tendril from Dick's mouth — making him cough loudly and clench around Jason deliciously — and then spurt his seed all over his face, his pecs, and of course, inside of him.
He had marked him so deeply that it didn't really matter anymore if Dick had actually reached his climax; this was going to be his life now: a cocksleeve, used to keep Jason's tentacles warm with his holes without complaining. Feed him without complaining.
A beautiful sex slave. One that nobody could have, but wishes they did.
Jason smirked as his tentacles spread on Dick's skin, dragging the warm liquid with them on Dick as he shivered and remained still, his eyes crossed and his lips parted slightly.
Jason had fucked him stupid.
He couldn't say he wasn't proud of himself.
After a long minute, Jason got up and, with the aid of his several arms, positioned the now passing out Dick Grayson on the bed better, so that he could sleep.
His womb tattoo was glowing, and he could barely keep his eyes open as Jason's seed slowly but surely entered his system like a parasite.
Jason smirked proudly to himself.
His and no one else's. That, Dick Grayson, was.