Darkness. Then light. Then darkness again. Blinking, on and off, as he switched from sleep to awareness and then back to sleep. A stinging, familiar pain on his lower stomach. A pale face, shrouded in blackness, giggling.

“See you soon, brother.”

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“Ugh…”

Kane, better known as the superhero InkHeart, slowly awoke from a deep sleep, lying in bed.

“What am I… doing here?”

The last he could remember, he was on an assignment, checking out a warehouse where there had been rumors of strange occurrences. But then there was a blankness, a period of time between then and now when he could barely remember anything.

“I must have been attacked… I need to be more careful. I guess the others saved me? But who was my attack- huh?”

As he was talking, Kane had started getting out of bed. He was nearly nude, wearing only a pair of black briefs that hugged his ass and package. His tanned body was a thing to behold, rippling with muscles gained from years of training. Ink covered his body, forming bands on his round biceps and symbols on his massive chest. But as Kane pulled his blanket off his body, his eyes caught something unusual.

“What the fuck…”

At the bottom of the runic mage’s abs, right above his underwear, was a new tattoo that Kane had certainly not placed himself. It was intricately shaped, with lines and swirls surrounding the heart in the middle of it all, pointing down toward his dick.

“It almost looks like… a magic tattoo?”

There was no denying it. The aesthetics and design of the heart matched the numerous other tattoos spread on InkHeart’s body. But he had never seen one like this and had no idea what it might do!

As he was taking in this information, Kane suddenly noticed another thing. Placed on his bedside drawer was a note.

Hi Inksy! I bet you’re really confused right now, but don’t worry- your new tattoo will not harm you. Think of it as a getting-to-know-each-other present. So how about you go and activate it? I know you’re just dying from curiosity! It’ll be cool, I promise. Can’t wait to meet you face-to-face, big brother!

P.S. Don’t bother trying to find what type of tattoo it is. It’s one of my originals 😉

InkHeart frowned.

“Well, this just got complicated.”

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Kane groaned in frustration. For the past two weeks, since the day of his disappearance, he had been trying to figure out what had happened, but so far, there had been zero leads.

He had been alone when he was taken, so no one else had been there to see what happened. There were no security cameras or witnesses to check, and aside from the tattoo, his kidnapper had left no traces of himself on him.

Speaking of the tattoo, it was completely unique. There were no similar magical tattoos found in the books, and there was no hint as to what it would do when activated, just like the note had promised.

All in all, there was zero information on the situation, and it was driving InkHeart mad—so mad that he could no longer stand the lack of progress. It was time to do something risky. InkHeart intended to activate his new tattoo.

The others had, of course, advised against it. There was no telling what it might do! It could cause an explosion or put him under the control of whoever made the tattoo or other worse things. In the right hands, there were few limits to what runic magic could do.

Usually, Kane would agree with his allies. Activating the tattoo was undeniably dangerous and not very smart. But Kane was also angry. His tattoos were part of him, and by putting one on him against his will, his kidnapper had attacked him personally. So, he began taking precautions.

He rented a cabin in the middle of nowhere so that nothing important could be damaged in case of an explosion. He also informed a trusted colleague of his intentions and the location of the cabin and instructed him to A) Check on him if he hadn’t returned in 24 hours and B) make sure he’d have a telepath comb through his mind afterward in case of mental manipulation.

With all precautions ready, Kane took the half-hour drive out of the city.

He arrived at the small cabin in the early evening when the blue sky was painted with streaks of orange and red.

Stepping inside, Kane quickly scoped out the homey, wooden interior before heading to the bedroom. The bedroom, for its part, wasn’t that large – a bit of walking room, a small wardrobe and desk, and a comfortable-looking bed.

InkHeart sighed, preparing himself.

Hope this isn’t too much of a mistake

With nothing else left to do, he unzipped his jacket and pulled up his shirt, unveiling the heart tattoo scrawled on his stomach.

Here goes nothing

Reaching down, InkHeart quickly brushed his hand over the inked symbol, which glowed bright pink in response.

For a second, nothing happened. And then-

“Augh!”

A burst of heat spread through InkHeart’s body. Suddenly, every inch of him was sweltering and sweating like crazy!

“Hot! Too hot!”

InkHeart threw off his hoodie and shirt in hopes of cooling off. That seemed to do the trick – although his skin still felt warm, it was more comfortable now that his chest and arms were bare in the cold air. But it was only the beginning.

“Ugh… what the…”

Kane suddenly felt a jolt in his cock. Within seconds, he was erect in his black underwear.

Arousal? What kind of tattoo is this?

But before he could continue that thought, his body heat spiked again. It felt like he was on fire, like his very blood was boiling! The cold air no longer helped, but he still took off his pants, in a desperate attempt to escape the heat. He even started to remove his briefs, but as he was doing that…

“AGH! FUCK!”

What is going on? My skin is so sensitive – just trying to take off my underwear nearly made me cum from all the friction!

With his mind clouded with lust, InkHeart collapsed onto the bed. The feeling of the blankets on his bare back felt good, like hundreds of fingers rubbing against him.

Well, since there’s nothing I can do…

Kane moved his left hand to his crotch and wrapped his hand over his clothed erection. At the same time, his other hand made its way to his meaty pecs and latched onto his right nipple.

“Hrrng… !”

Kane started to rub himself through his briefs, his large cock making a tall tent. The fabric felt strange but nice, like a coarse tongue covering his entire shaft.

His other hand, the one pinching his nipple,  started to twist it, eliciting gasps and moans from InkHeart’s mouth. It felt amazing! His pecs were already pretty sensitive, to begin with, but with the effects of the tattoo, it was on another level! Every tug was like a spark going straight to his cock, making it throb!

As InkHeart got more and more aroused, the tattoo on his abs glowed brighter and brighter, bathing his body in its pink light. But Kane, in his current state, didn’t notice it, nor did he notice the intruder in the room. Not until he spoke.

“Well, what do we have here? Looks like you’re enjoying yourself, eh?”

Kane immediately jolted out of his stupor. There, in the shadows and leaning against the far wall, was a man.

He was pale, extremely so, like the surface of the moon. His black clothes were ragged, consisting of long pants and a small poncho, no shirt underneath. The hood of the poncho covered his upper face, hiding his identity, but his lower face consisted of a sharp jawline with a bit of stubble and a mouth with a somewhat awkward smile. The man’s body was lean and muscular, with abs cut from granite and biceps the size of rocks, but it seemed like it was mostly for show, less meant for hard work and more to be an art piece. Or perhaps it was the canvas because it was covered in tattoos – faces and flowers crawled up his arms, and on his chest was a mass of tentacles wrapping around the whole of his upper body. They were a familiar type of tattoo, tattoos that InkHeart recognized as magic tattoos.

With a considerable amount of effort, Kane took his hand away from his throbbing erection.

“Who the fuck are you?! What are you doing here?!”

The stranger took a deep breath before launching into a premade speech.

“Hi, big brother! I’m afraid I can’t give you my actual name, but you can call me Slither! And as for why I’m here, well, I’m the one who put the womb tattoo on you! Well, it’s not actually a womb tattoo because you don’t have a womb, but you get the point. The moment I sensed it being activated, I tracked down its location and rushed over here!”

InkHeart got up from bed, ignoring his arousal. He couldn’t afford to embarrass himself anymore. Standing up, he began to talk.

“Why did you-”

But before he could finish his sentence, Slither interrupted him.

“Now you might be wondering, “Why are you doing this?” Well, you see, as you might have guessed, I also specialize in magic tattoos! Just like you! Except I’m not a hero like you: I’m more into serving myself. So, I figured that we should be like rivals, you know? It makes sense! Think of the new tattoo as sort of like a housewarming gift to begin our new relationship! Oh, also, the reason I referred to you as “big brother” is because you’re my senior in the craft. The craft being tattoos, I mean. You’re not literally my older brother. It would be weird for me to place a lust marking on someone I’m related to. I mean, I know some people are into it, but I personally…”

As Slither continued with his rambling, InkHeart stood there, bewildered and slightly amused.

This guy seems… very awkward. He must be new to the villain business. Overall, he seems more like an over-enthusiastic fanboy than evil. But he still managed to knock me out, leave no clues, and evade capture for weeks. He’s clearly dangerous and talented, though he’s inexperienced.

Taking a step forward, Kane started talking.

“Listen, this is charming and all, but I’m afraid I still have to arrest- uh!”

Slither flickered. That was the best way to describe it. One second, he was standing next to the wall, and in the next, he was right in front of Kane, with his hand on InkHeart’s overly sensitive cock. It was undoubtedly a power given by one of his many tattoos.

“Arrest me? Yeah, sorry, that’s not going to happen.”

InkHeart shuddered and moaned as Slither stroked his length. His knees felt weak. He could barely stand.

“Inksy, you are easily the hottest of all the supers. You see, I don’t want to fight you…”

Leaning forward, Slither started to suck on Kane’s sensitive nipples. Gnawing on the buds, biting the tender flesh.

“I want to defeat you. I want to humiliate you. I want to fuck your tight hole until you’re screaming my name.”

Kane almost melted into the man’s hands, gasping for air, the womb tattoo glowing brightly. He could feel his orgasm approaching. There was no stopping it.

“InkHeart, I want you to be mine.”

And then he came. Shot after shot burst from his slit, only to be caught by his briefs, turning the inside of the tent into a sticky mess. Kane lost all control of his body as he experienced the mind-blowing orgasm, Slither’s hold being the only thing preventing him from falling to the floor.

“Uuuuuugh!” InkHeart let out a long, throaty moan. His muscular body felt pathetically weak and tired like he had just run a marathon. But as his orgasm began to end, he realized two things: the first being that the weakness was likely temporary, simply caused by the pleasure. And the second was that despite the amount of cum he had expelled, he felt like he could go again.

It’s probably the effect of the tattoo. It’s sending my body into overdrive…

Indeed, Kane’s cock was still hard, and his balls were already refilling.

“First orgasm achieved! How about we move on to round two?” said Slither into Kane’s ear, his hands roaming the superhero’s wide back

As he said this, the massive tentacle tattoo on the hooded man’s chest began to emit shadows, almost appearing to twist and writhe between the giant pecs it was bound to.

The darkness in the corners of the room began to solidify, growing and stretching into pitch-black tentacles. Four of them rushed forward and grabbed Kane, one to each limb, and held him in the air.

I need… I need to fight back…

But Kane felt completely drained. The only thing he could focus on was how horny he was, how badly he wanted to cum again.

Reaching forward, Slither started rubbing Kane’s defined abs, inspecting him like he was a piece of meat.

“Your orgasm was so hot! Honestly, if we stopped here, I’d be able to die happy.”

Don’t stop…

InkHeart flinched. Did he really just think that? He needed to get out of here! However, Slither didn’t notice his reaction. He was too busy admiring the body before him.

“But if I’m being honest, your cock isn’t what really interests me. Do you know how sexy your butt looks in your costume? Do you know how many hours I’ve spent looking for photos where you were turning away from the camera just so that I could see it wrapped in tight leather?!”

The tentacles holding him in midair suddenly moved, placing Kane on the bed on his stomach. Slither, for his part, grabbed the black underwear keeping him from his prize and started pulling.

“AGH! STOP IT!” Kane shouted, startled out of his lust-drunk state by the sudden wedgie. His cock felt like someone had grabbed it and started squeezing as hard as they could. It fucking hurt!

“Whoops, sorry,” Slither apologized with a smirk. With a quick readjustment of his fingers, he achieved his goal, tearing Kane’s briefs in half and exposing his hairless hole.

The briefs, which were full of cum from InkHeart’s previous orgasm, were given a quick sniff before promptly being tossed aside. And as Slither gazed upon the muscled man tied down before him, with thighs like tree trunks and a tight, muscular ass, he was overcome with joy.

“God, if you’re listening, thank you for blessing me with this feast,” Slither muttered excitedly before diving face-first into InkHeart’s crack.

“Oh – oh fuck! God!” InkHeart moaned as he felt the mouth explore his rim, licking and kissing it before penetrating his tight hole.

The long tongue plunged into the cavity, moving back and forth as its owner tortured the superhero. Kane’s limbs were mostly restricted by the tentacles, but he still twisted his torso in ecstasy, raising his hips almost like he was trying to get away and then slamming them right back down on the bed.

Slither came up for air for a moment, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to the hole, and then went right back down. He had only done things like this in his fantasies, but what he lacked in experience, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. He rubbed his tongue against the walls of InkHeart’s hole, knowing that although his partner was already in a state of pure bliss, it would soon feel even better.

InkHeart shuddered as Slither’s thick tongue exited his insides, hole open and twitching. The villain, for his part, licked his lips and smiled. Everything was going just as he had planned.

“Onto the next step,” he chuckled.

Instantly, he summoned another shadow tentacle and guided it to the slightly gaped hole. Kane resisted with all his might, clenching his hole, and trying to rip his hand free from the dark ropes binding him, but he couldn’t get free. The pink tattoo on his abs glowed in rhythm with his beating heart, working to muddle his brain and keep him docile.

I-I need to stop it. I need to-

The black finger made its way inside him, stretching, twisting, and searching until it found it. InkHeart jumped as he felt the tentacle brush against his prostate.

T- this is bad. I’m already too horny as it is, I- I need to get out of here! But it feels s-so good.

The tentacle began lightly poking Kane’s G-spot, but soon those pokes grew in strength, rubbing against it, punching it, almost abusing it. Kane could only react by moaning into the pillow and humping the bed. The pleasure was wrecking his mind. All he could think of was how good he felt.

Need- I need-

Slither removed his ragged black pants, revealing his muscled legs and thighs and his giant cock. It was huge- a pornstar cock, long and thick, dwarfing InkHeart’s own, with a silver ring in the head. The tattooed hunk was now only wearing his hood.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he said with a smile. “And now, finally, all my dreams are gonna come true!”

I need… need to fuck!

With that admission, something changed. The tattoo’s magic seemed to almost open up to InkHeart, merging with him as his black eyes began glowing the same pink as it. The fog in his mind cleared, and he could finally think clearly. Unfortunately for him, or maybe fortunately, there was only one thought in his head.

Just as Slither removed the black tentacle from Kane’s hole and pressed his own cock against it, InkHeart activated the bull tattoo on his right bicep and tore through the magical ropes like they were nothing. In an instant, he flipped his and Slither’s positions, trapping the pale man beneath him, pinning his arms, and putting all his body weight on him so he couldn’t escape.

“Huh? What the fuck!” Slither shouted in shock. In a panic, he lost his concentration, and the shadow tentacles dissipated.

“How did you do that? The womb tattoo was supposed to keep you horny and submissive!”

“Well, it definitely made me horny,” InkHeart chuckled. “But it seems like you should have tested it more before putting it on me.”

With his left hand keeping Slither down, Kane started reaching for his rival’s asscheeks. Just like everything else in his opponent, they were huge, two pale moons with a smattering of hair that grew denser as it got closer to his tight rim. InkHeart sucked his fingers for a moment before slipping them in.

“Oh!” Cried Slither in surprise, pain, and pleasure. “No, don’t do that! I’m supposed to be the top!”

The pale man attempted to activate his tattoos, but InkHeart just pressed his fingers deeper, immediately breaking his concentration.

Kane chuckled. “You’re such a slut, you know that? Placing this damn tattoo on me, hoping to fuck me, you’re a complete manwhore.”

“I- I prefer the term “daddy”,” Slither muttered before blushing at his own words.

InkHeart laughed. “A daddy? God, you really need to be taught a lesson, brat.”

With those words, Kane pulled his fingers out and inserted his large shaft into the tight hole.

Slither screamed. “Oh- oh my god, you’re so thick!”

“And there’s more to come, babe.”

InkHeart began pulling in and out, picking up speed, releasing a groan from his mouth with each reinsertion as his dick plunged into the warm softness of Slither’s ass.

Slither, for his part, wailed and moaned, each plap sending ripples through his thick cheeks. Just a bit of fucking, and he was already in the state that InkHeart was in under the effects of the tattoo, incapable of making an escape plan or even thinking.

“God, you feel so good! Why did you even bother trying to top when it’s obvious that this is what you really need?” Laughed InkHeart. The combination of his own personality, his thoughts about Slither, and the tattoo had transformed him into a sadistic fuck machine.

“I- I’m sorry! Please s-stop fucking me!” Slither cried.

“Oh, do you want me to stop?”

“Y- Yes!”

“Would you have stopped if I told you to?”

“Well, no, but you would have enjoyed it! You WERE enjoying it!”

“And it seems you’re enjoying it as well.”

Indeed, despite his protests, Slither’s cock was still just as hard as it had been, throbbing and twitching.

InkHeart grinned as Slither gulped. The hero’s thrusts became stronger and harder, the light from the tattoo on his abs bathing their sweaty bodies in a bright pink glow, accentuating every curve of their bulging muscles.

Pretty soon, Slither felt himself reaching his limit. He tried to stop himself, but he couldn’t.

“I’m- I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna- argh!”

Those words were what Kane was waiting for. As soon as he heard them, he immediately stopped his thrusting.

Slither whimpered.

“What are you doing?! I’m so close!”

InkHeart smiled a not-so-pleasant smile.

“So am I. But before we both finish, I want to hear you say some things.”

“What things?!”

“Let’s start off with “I’m a dirty little slut.”

“Wha- I’m not saying that!”

“Then you’re not cumming.”

“You’re bluffing. You have to be! You need to cum as much as I do!”

“Well, unlike you, I have self-control. But if that’s how you want to be, then so be it.”

Slither’s eyes widened in shock as InkHeart pulled out, leaving a gaping hole where his cock had been.

“Wait! No! Don’t!”

“Then say it.” Replied InkHeart.

Slither shuddered, heavily breathing. He needed to cum so badly. His dick and balls fucking hurt!

At last, he opened his mouth and let out a whisper.

“I’m a dirty little…”

“I can’t hear you,” InkHeart said coldly.

The villain gritted his teeth, swallowed his pride, and shouted.

“I’M A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT!”

“Tell me how much you love my cock.”

“SO MUCH! IT FEELS SO GOOD IN MY ASS!”

“Tell me how badly you need to cum.”

“SO BADLY! SO SO BADLY! PLEASE, PLEASE FUCK ME!”

InkHeart smiled.

“Good boy.”

And with that, he shoved himself all the way back in with a single push. Slither let out a strangled moan as the thick cock forced its way inside him, punching his prostate as InkHeart twisted the man’s meaty nipples.

The villain had never felt so good. It felt right to be fucked by this superior man. This was where he was supposed to be. And this feeling is what pushed him off the edge.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m cumming! I’M CUMMING!”

And indeed, he came. Shot after shot forced their way through Slither’s cock, staining the bed and his abs with cum. With a groan, InkHeart followed, orgasming within the muscled stud’s round ass, cumming so much that it began leaking out, dripping down the villain’s thighs.

The two men collapsed, breathing heavily. They lay there for several minutes, Kane on top of Slither. Finally, the pale man talked.

“O- okay, this was fun, but I think it’s time for me to leave? We- we’ll call this your victory, but I’ll beat you in the end. So now I’m gonna escape, and you’re–”

His words were interrupted by a bout of giggling. Giggling that grew into chuckles and then straight-up laughter. Then:

“Did you underestimate yourself, Slither? Or did you forget? You put a tattoo on me that was supposed to cause irresistible lust and …”

A thick, erect rod pressed itself against Slither’s cheeks.

“… It hasn’t worn off yet.”

Slither’s face betrayed his terror as he felt the runic mage start to push in.

“So, “little brother,” let’s see how good your tattoo is.”

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Kane woke up groggy, alone on the bed, his muscles aching like he had just finished a ten-hour session at the gym.

Ugh… What happened? I… I came to a far-off cabin in order to activate the tattoo, and then…

The superhero shot upright, face flushing red, as he suddenly remembered what had happened last night. After Slither had came for the first time, they continued for hours, fucking in every position possible.

What was I doing?! What was I thinking?! The tattoo… must have affected my brain somehow, twisting my mind and desires. But Slither, where did he go?

Just then, InkHeart noticed a note on the desk. He tried to get up from the bed, only to collapse right back down from exhaustion. Instead, he simply reached out and grabbed the paper, even though his biceps screamed in protest, and began reading.

Okay, so I guess my first plan for getting you to submit to me didn’t go so well. But hey, I almost had you! It’s just a matter of time. Until then, big brother.

Signed, Slither

P.S. The womb tattoo is temporary and starts flaking off after it’s activated. I’m not THAT much of an asshole.

Looking down, InkHeart saw that, indeed, the tattoo that had plagued his life for two weeks had begun to peel away like dry skin.

“Ugh, as soon as I can get up from bed, I need to inform the Cindra Alliance of the new villain,” Kane thought. “I wonder when I’ll meet him again.”

His cock twitched at the thought.

End of FS03: Slithering Shadows