Chapter 10: The Emperor.


The brimstone had been stoked and extinguished a couple of times since Adonis rescued his son from Argon; the progression of roughly a day, in terms of Earth. The young demon was safe now, certainly, but he had withdrawn into the dark recesses of his bedroom. The familiar pain of anger and self-doubt stung his insides, and he’d curled up into a ball on his bed, tears gushing freely from his eyes.

It was difficult to deny that Igneous was often the cause of his own problems, but it certainly wasn’t his fault that Argon had been the selfish monster he was. That archdemon had only ever brought him pain and suffering. Even though he was gone, Igneous still felt the lingering effects of his manipulation; he felt the Archdemon’s presence around every corner, fearing the cold sting of a chain around his neck. More than anything, Igneous hated to be controlled. It went much deeper than just detainment; Igneous had found himself bound to Argon for so long that he felt “guilty” fucking other people long after he and Argon had broken up. The archdemon’s constant attempts to rein him back in - to reclaim him and control him - only reinforced this feeling.

But, he was safe now. He had to remember that. There was no one trying to control him. He had the power to take some agency over himself, and that was significant.

Thus, he consulted the mirror, facing his form with a disgusted sneer. Not quite right. It never was. His hair was a mess, matted down between the boy’s head and the pillow during his slumber. His hips were narrow - too narrow to be acceptable.

Plus, he was still torn-up and ragged from what Argon had done to him. Ugly bruises and gaping wounds.

Once again he focused down his features, sculpting his body like a great artist, building a form for himself that would make him feel right for once. He felt no obligation to do anything today until he was comfortable in his own skin, and so he refined the many unique structures of his amorphous body, shaping the bust and the hips to his liking.

Soon enough, Igneous looked in the mirror, and found himself. He had a body that he felt good in, devoid of all the marks Argon had left behind in an attempt to mark his territory.

He decided that, after everything, it would be good to get some fresh air. The word “fresh” is not something one thinks of when regarding the stinking belly of Hell, but anything was better than the stifling interior of that bedroom.

Upon freshly-grown wings, Igneous took flight from the windowsill, taking the time to gain some altitude on hot, billowing updrafts before slowly circling the fortress. He didn’t feel like leaving home, but there was a nice, open spot he liked to perch upon when he needed some air.

At the summit of the tallest tower, there was a wide, flat area surrounded by stone walls about seven feet high. Igneous liked to land here and sit on the wall, gazing out over their cavernous corner of Hell and watch the imps fly by. A few happened to pass the tower as he touched down and took a seat on the wall, but they were too far to notice him, and so he simply watched, looking down at the heaping basalt columns below.

“Enjoying the view?”

Igneous turned briefly to look at the hulking form of his father as he approached. “I was,” he sighed.

“Shall I leave you alone?”

“No, it’s...it’s fine.”

“Hmm.” The archdemon approached his son, pensively looking him over for a moment before speaking up again. “I came to apologize. About not finding you more quickly, and about that thing that happened...before…”

Igneous stopped sulking for a moment, and he looked up at the old demon with a raised eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Well, when you left, I didn’t pursue. I just figured you needed space. Had I known you were in danger, I would have set out sooner.”

“Dad, it’s fine. I don’t care about that. I mean, it’s not like you branded me with a tracking rune…”

“Funny thing is, your mother wanted to do that, but I told her that it wouldn’t be right. You’re a free spirit. It wouldn’t be right to control you like that.”

Igneous’s ears dropped, and he glared off into open space, thinking about how much he despised that woman. “Why would she want to do something like that?”

“Because she worries for her kids, Igneous. But I make sure to remind her that she has to let her flock roam free or they’ll never grow. Don’t think less of her for it.”

“Hmmph.” Iggy folded his arms.

“Anyway, I also came to apologize for that. For giving you the impression that I’m trying to control you.Neither of us are trying to control you. Truth be told, I just wanted to bond with my kid. I might have gone about it the wrong way. I’m sorry.”

The young demon’s glare softened as he considered Adonis’s words.

Adonis was a proud and powerful demon. If his fight against Argon was any indication, he was a being leagues mightier than Iggy or any of his siblings. Such power came with the responsibility of maintaining it for the sake of protecting his brood, which was a challenge in itself. Keeping track of a hundred and one children was something Igneous would never subject himself to, and yet Adonis was happy to do it.

“Why do you have so many kids?”

“The short answer is that they ensure my legacy will live on long after my death.” Adonis leaned against the wall and glanced over at his son; they were just about eye-level now, and the archdemon stared deep into Igneous’s eyes to convey his sincerity. “The long answer? Well, let me ask you this: why does a human gardener care for their flowers, even if they bear no fruit?”

“Because they’re nice to look at?”

“Because they’re unique, and they represent a lot of hard work. The gardener appreciates every one of their plants- even something hostile, like the cactus. No matter how prickly that cactus is, they’ll still care for it, if they’re appreciative enough of it.” Adonis reached out and scratched the young demon, gently stroking the boy’s ears as he spoke. “No matter how prickly you decide to be, I’m still going to take good care of you. Even if that means leaving you to grow on your own for a while.”

Igneous shut his eyes and leaned into his father’s enormous hand, letting the archdemon scratch every itch on his head, from his cheeks to his chin. “Mmmm…”

“I wish I had been more involved in your life before. Especially when you started dating that cunt. But I figured you didn’t want me to get involved. The last thing I wanted was to be a helicopter parent.” Adonis sighed and brought his other hand to the boy’s face, gently stroking at his ears with both claws. “I’m sorry for that. I don’t expect you to forgive me.”

“So what about the binder full of the pictures of me under your bed?” Iggy folded his arms and grinned smugly at his father.

“You found that, huh?” Adonis sighed defeatedly, though he couldn’t help but chuckle - albeit a bit nervously - as he remembered the fond memories associated with it. “Well, we took a lot of pictures of you because you were a cute kid, and we adored you. And then you started inheriting your mother’s, uh…”

“Big, fat, juicy ass?” chided Igneous.

“Yes. That.” Adonis rolled his eye. “I found myself taking pictures of you on impulse. Once I realized where the whole thing was going, I...ripped out a page or two. I felt...guilty.”

“Doesn’t explain why you wear cologne that makes me attracted to you,” hissed the young demon.

Adonis’s eye widened. “What the Hell are you talking about?”

“Does the name Imp’s Ass mean anything to you?”

Adonis frowned, and his eye turned upward, as if searching the back of his head for thoughts. “I...actually, I know what that is. Some black market scumbag tried to sell it to me once. No, I don’t own that product. How do you know what that is?”

“Argon lured me into a trap once by wearing it. And it smelled like you.”

“I don’t know why that would be the case. It said on the bottle that whenever the victim smells it, they smell whatever they’re most attracted to.” Adonis folded his arms and raised his eyebrow.

It took them both a moment to process what exactly that meant - but once they did, Igneous’s face turned red, and Adonis looked away awkwardly, his cubic head rotating towards the distant fields of brimstone. They were silent for quite some time - and the silence utterly failed to dispel the tension in the air. Eventually, Igneous couldn’t take it anymore, and he caved.

“Is Dev home?”

“Would it kill you to refer to her as mom?” answered Adonis.

“Is she here or not?”

“No. She left the day you did; she went to visit the human world with a friend. Why do you ask?”

Igneous spread his legs slightly, and he scooted closer to Adonis. “Just wondering. Could you pet me some more?”

The archdemon chuckled and nodded. “I don’t see why not.”

He continued to rub down the fuzzy surface of the boy’s ears, gently stroking at his fur with dexterity that was surprising for hands of such tremendous size. He was careful not to mishandle his son in any way, and Igneous seemed to be enjoying the treatment, as he wiggled his way into Adonis’s claws and eventually let his tongue hang out as he enjoyed the affectionate stroking.

Inevitably, though, Adonis moved his giant hands lower. He’d started at Iggy’s head, but now he was feeling out his waist, taking note of how he could honestly lift his son with one hand. Iggy seemed to have made the same observation, as he lifted his arms to let daddy feel him up, chirping eagerly as the enormous claws stroked over his form.

Eventually, Adonis did pick his son up, holding him by the waist and lifting him effortlessly into the air. Iggy was comfortable enough to lay back in his father’s hand, and as the cubic head turned down to look at him, Igneous spread his legs open wide, showing off his cute black boyshorts and the wet spot that drenched them.

Perhaps, if it were anyone else, Igneous would have made a smug comment at this point, poking fun at the hapless piece of meat he’d elected to fuck. However, this time, Igneous’s membrane was pounding. If he played his cards right, he would finally get what he’d been wanting for so long. But, he had to coax his father into sealing the deal.

Iggy squirmed in his father’s hand; initially, Adonis worried that his son might be trying to get away, but Igneous made his intentions clear when he brought his ankles straight up to his nose and pulled off his tight little boyshorts, sliding them all the way up and off his legs. He tossed the garment onto the stone bricks down below and then pulled his legs back open, exposing his dripping-wet slit and his little asshole to daddy.

Adonis took a deep breath. The smell of his son’s musk was totally unique. When he exhaled, he breathed hot, demonic air onto the sensitive organ, and Iggy shuddered with excitement as daddy split open his cube-shaped head to reveal rows upon rows of razor-sharp teeth, each one so profoundly deadly and yet so incredibly harmless. Iggy could very well put himself in Adonis’s mouth and come out without a scratch; that was how careful and deliberate he knew daddy’s mouth could be. Still, the sight of those daggers slowly approaching his exposed crotch exited the fuck out of him. Not to mention, the long, tantalizing appendage that slithered out from between them to gently taste the sweet nectar of Igneous’s slit.

Igneous’s breath hitched. Oh, God, yes...

Adonis moved his cube-shaped head against Iggy’s crotch, sliding his tongue between his pussy lips as he did so. At once, Iggy became aware of the tiny barbs that lined the surface of daddy’s tongue. With each gentle lick, the little demon could feel them brushing against his sensitive lips, each barb tickling the skin of his cunt. They weren’t quite rough enough to hurt, but they were enough to shock him; Igneous had never felt such a sensation before.

Daddy’s squirming muscle slithered into the sensitive folds of Iggy’s cunt, briefly massaging his sensitive surface before finally plunging itself deep into the hot, slick passage inside. Deeper and deeper the tongue traveled, sliding further into Igneous’s cunt, and each additional inch made the young demon’s shrill voice climb an octave. He could only squeal and curl his toes as his insides were sampled, moaning aloud as daddy lifted him up and lapped at him like an ice cream cone that had begun to melt. Eventually, though, Adonis couldn’t fit any more of his tongue into his son’s body, as Iggy was literally sitting on his face - a sensation not unlike seating oneself upon a coffee table with spread-open legs.

Here Adonis kept him, exploring his son’s sensitive insides with his long, probing tongue and biting down gently on his crotch with sharp teeth. Not enough to draw blood, of course, but certainly enough to remind Igneous that daddy expected him to behave and keep quiet. Fortunately, Igneous had no intention of ruining this by blowing their cover, but it was hard to keep his mouth shut while daddy was tonguefucking him so thoroughly...

Adonis was astounded by what he found inside of Igneous’s body. It was an ever-changing, evolving system of tunnels and chambers that morphed into shape around the archdemon’s tongue. As he probed the boy’s gooey interior, he would often be greeted by a range of unique sensations; sometimes he would feel pulsing, shifting nodes massaging his tongue, while other times he would feel the hot, open space of a warm inner chamber, which he would proceed to lick incessantly, searching for any spot that would make Igneous’s toes curl. The barbs on the surface of the muscle rubbed hard against the boy’s insides, tickling the luscious flesh between each pleasure node.

“F-f-f-fuck...I….daddy…” Iggy’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, struggling not to scream. He could barely summon enough focus to speak a basic sentence, let alone engage his father in any way as the archdemon ate out his insides. Even so, he didn’t have to, because what happened next was an entirely subconscious response.

Adonis had been staring intently at his son, simply adoring all the gorgeous facial expressions and noises Iggy was making. However, his gaze averted curiously downward when he felt something prodding back at his tongue.

Igneous breathed out a sweet, desperate moan as his crotch shapeshifted directly into his father’s mouth. From the hot, gooey depths of his body, a long, slippery tentacle had emerged, gliding against Adonis’s tongue and past his lips, slithering boldly into the razor-sharp chasm of daddy’s mouth. Adonis, though a little surprised, did not seem to mind, and welcomed the appendage eagerly into his jagged maw, wrapping his hot tongue around it until they were twisted into a warm, messy spiral.

Iggy kicked one of his legs out, raising it high to get more of his newly-shapeshifted cock into daddy’s mouth. Each time a dangerously sharp tooth grazed the surface of his tentacle, his breath hitched. He was whining under his breath now, wanting so badly to scream and yet daring not to for fear of being discovered.

“Haaaah...D-daddy…? I...OH!”

The boy got quite a shock when he felt daddy’s tongue slide into the crack of his ass; evidently, Iggy was small enough that the archdemon could keep the boy’s cock in his mouth and get a taste of his juicy ass at the same time. The warm wetness of a prodding tongue made Igneous squirm violently, and he could do nothing but sit obediently in daddy’s hand as he ate him out, running his tongue from the tight, puckered entrance of his asshole to the sensitive folds of his cunt, and the length of hot, wriggling cock that extended from within. The barbs rubbed against his flesh, and with each successive draw of daddy’s tongue, Iggy’s holes became more and more raw, swollen with desperation and licked utterly clean.

Thus, like Saturn devouring his son, Adonis indulged in the forbidden flesh of his own child, and the boy’s sweet nectar dripped down the archdemon’s chin. Desperate moans escaped with each young breath, and as the warmth of a perfect sin filled his insides, Igneous felt as though he might die.

Finally, Adonis pulled the body of his son away from his gaping maw, letting the length of his hot, barbed tongue slide out of Iggy’s body, scraping the walls of the boy’s gooey interior one last time before receding back into his mouth where it belonged. He took the time to wipe the fluid off his face, and Igneous watched with trembling legs as his father quietly deliberated on what exactly he would do next. The boy’s barbed appendage twitched anxiously as he sat helplessly in daddy’s enormous grasp.

For once, he had nothing to say. He merely spread his legs, flexing his toes impulsively in the air. He could feel that great, roving eye looking him over, admiring his generous curves and gorgeous white fur.

“D-daddy?” he whispered.

Adonis said nothing. He simply stared, peering hungrily into Iggy’s twisted little demon soul. Igneous could feel the intensity of Adonis’s attention; he could practically taste the sick thoughts that were going through daddy’s head at that moment. Clearly, Igneous though, daddy was considering his options. Wondering if he could fuck his son real quick and get away with it.

Then, after some time, he spoke.

“I’m going to show you that I love you.” His voice rumbled deep in his throat, and he breathed it out as a thick, horny growl. “ In that special way you seem to understand best...”

Igneous’s dick twitched, and his membrane quivered, shaken at the mere sound of his father’s words.

Finally.

There was no going back now.


The master bedroom door, as big and heavy as it was, opened with ease against Adonis’s profound strength. Even with his half-naked son held in one hand, the old archdemon didn’t struggle with the door, while many of his stronger sons had to put in quite an effort to even budge the thing. Thus, when he shut it quietly behind him and locked it tight, he was confident that he and his son would have all the privacy they needed.

Igneous looked out over the room, his breath shaky with excitement. The fresh, springtime scent of lavender and fresh sheets only partially masked the thick musk of marital sex. As Adonis made his way to the bed, the boy began to pick up the unmistakable scent of his mother’s cunt - admittedly as fine as a well-aged wine - and, more importantly, the potent aroma of daddy’s double-pronged cock. This room reeked of violent, demonic sex, and all it did was make Iggy hornier knowing that his own signature smell was going to fill the room very shortly. He wondered how daddy would conceal that scent - the thick, twisted musk of Igneous being fucked on the same bed that his parents used to conceive him.

Adonis set Iggy down on the bed, and then he took a single claw and hooked it under the boy’s crop top. After having Iggy raise his arms, the shirt came off in one clean motion. The young demon sat down on his knees, stark naked before his enormous father.

“Shapeshift into whatever form you’re most comfortable with,” said Adonis.

The little demon thought for a moment. “What if you don’t like it?”

“You’re my son. You’ll always be perfect.”

Iggy’s face turned red, and he looked away in an attempt to hide just how flustered he was. “Shut up. Cheesy old man…”

With that, his body changed - though not by much. His breasts inflated a little bit more, hanging freely not unlike those of his mother, though with slightly smaller nipples. The glistening, barbed appendage between his legs receded back into his body, slinking deep into the boy’s gooey interior and leaving behind a glistening, sensitive slit that led deep into a slick, gooey womb. Iggy spread his legs wide for his father, showing off his new changes with shivering excitement.

The archdemon placed a clawed hand upon his son’s chest, slowly feeling his way down the boy’s body. He admired each voluptuous curve of Iggy’s shape, running his claws gently through the thick white fur.

“Fuck, Iggy…” whispered Adonis. His eye settled wistfully upon the boy’s crotch, like he was beholding a miracle before his very eyes.  “You really are gorgeous...”

Igneous shuddered - between the gentle touch and honeyed words, daddy really was doing something to him that he had never felt before. Iggy wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not, but he certainly didn’t want to stop.

Adonis walked up to the edge of the bed, and he tapped the sheets, motioning for Igneous to come have a seat at the edge. The boy did precisely as he was told, sitting so that his face was a mere foot away from his father’s crotch.

He let out a little whimper as daddy grabbed him by the horns, though he had no complaints when his face was pulled deep into Adonis’s fuzzy white crotch. The thick musk of powerful demon hormones filled his nose, and as he buried his snout between his father’s legs, he eventually found the wet slit hiding beneath daddy’s dense fur. Experience had taught him that daddy’s cock was hiding within, and that it was only a matter of teasing it out. So, as his head was pulled in, Iggy pressed his muzzle against the sensitive opening, nuzzling it lovingly and letting the thick aroma of daddy’s arousal fill his lungs like an intoxicating vapor.
He parted the fur with his fingers, and then he stuck his dark tongue out, lapping at the surface of the slit and parting the lips with his obedient little mouth. The archdemon tightened his grip on Iggy’s head, and the boy could feel the horny growl rumbling in daddy’s belly as he slipped his tongue into the slick opening, coaxing out his father’s weapon with luscious kisses, long tongue-strokes and hot, eager breaths. It wasn’t long before his hard work yielded satisfactory results.

Igneous guided his father’s cock out of hiding with the tip of his wet tongue. It emerged slowly, twitching eagerly at the teasing behest of the boy’s tongue, and as it finally slipped into the open air, the boy let daddy’s dick rest on his fuzzy little face, gazing up at him lovingly in an act of deep, perverted reverence.

Adonis grunted and put a hand on Iggy’s head, running his claws gently through his son’s hair as he admired the view - the perfect, twisted little eye looking up at him, the soft lips pressed against his member. He breathed out a deep sigh - one thick with affection and silent admiration.

“I raised such a pretty boy,” he whispered.
“Hmph! Shut up…” Iggy huffed and looked away from him; where normally his confidence would have granted him a measure of control over the situation, the way daddy looked at him really brought Igneous’s guard down. He felt it hard to be cocky when his father was staring at him so intently.

But, he loved to be watched.

“Open,” commanded Adonis. His voice was gentle, but stern; he expected Igneous to behave, and for once, Iggy did as he was told, letting his jaw drop open and expose his jagged little teeth and long, dark tongue, dripping warm saliva onto the sheets.

The sight of Iggy’s open maw was impossible to resist. Adonis’s tendril flicked against the boy’s face, wiggling downward on its own to meet up with the boy’s tongue. The little demon wasted no time at all, accepting his father into his open mouth with all the eagerness of a hungry puppy. He gripped the base of Adonis’s cock and looked up at the old archdemon with a devious little smile.

Daddy snarled under his breath and gripped one of Iggy’s horns as his son began his act of paternal worship. The tight confines of the boy’s mouth left little room to spare, so he simply accepted Adonis’s cock further down his throat, pushing his head forward to force it down into his neck. As the slick tunnel squeezed down on him, daddy tightened his grip on Iggy’s horn, growling with hot desire as he was treated to the entirety of his son’s sexual experience. He had always known that his boy was out sucking cock on the regular, but he hadn’t expected anything like this. How many demons had Igneous had sex with to get so talented with his mouth?

The thought…bothered him. Other demons, enjoying the inside of his son’s talented little mouth. He shook it off. There was no point in worrying about that; not now. Not with his tendril this far down his son’s throat.

By now, Iggy was getting close to swallowing all of him; he could smell the thick musk of his father’s excitement as his nose neared the archdemon’s crotch. Still, the boy didn’t let up for even a second, and, inch by inch, the demon forced it all down, his neck bulging around the thick flesh trapped within. Finally, after a few seconds, Igneous puckered his lips and kissed the skin of daddy’s crotch, his nose crinkled upwards just a bit. He had Adonis’s entire length inside of his body.

“Oh…fuck…” whispered Adonis. “Is that acid I’m feeling all the way at the bottom?”

Igneous nodded proudly. A testament to just how big his father was.

“It feels good. I’ve never experienced anything quite like you…Are you sniffing me?”

Iggy paused, looking up at his father with wide eyes that looked very guilty. He had been mashing his nose into Adonis’s crotch fur and breathing in heavily while daddy was talking. Normal people could not inhale through their nose with a dick this far down their throat, but Iggy could form a ventilation hole anywhere in his body, and his nose worked much the same way anyone else’s did, only it was much more sensitive and way more versatile. He could remember a musk like Daddy’s for years…

“You really shouldn’t like the smell as much as you seem to.” He grabbed Igneous by the top of his head and scratched him gently behind the ears. “But I won’t judge you.” He gave the boy a slight grin. “Proceed, son.”

A hum of satisfaction rumbled in the boy’s neck as he began to stroke his father with his slick throat. Igneous didn’t even need to move much; he simply created an array of thick, squishy pleasure nodes all along the inside of his throat and moved them up and down the entire length of Adonis’s tendril. The thick appendage twitched violently as it was massaged, dripping precum directly into Iggy’s acidic belly. The boy began to milk him thoroughly, aiming to achieve the desired result of getting daddy’s cock to split down the middle into two separate appendages. And, by the sounds of deep, profound pleasure emanating from Adonis’s thick chest, the boy presumed that it wouldn’t be long.

Adonis struggled not to accidentally crush Iggy’s head while he reeled from the intense pleasure. For years, he’d wondered idly what a blowjob from Igneous would feel like, and now that it was finally happening, it was clear that Iggy did not disappoint. Between the vibrations, the tingling, and the nodes pressing against his shaft, the archdemon knew for a fact he couldn’t limit himself any longer.

Deep inside the pool of acid that occupied Iggy’s belly, the very end of daddy’s cock split down the middle, unraveling partially into two separate, slick appendages, writhing anxiously as if they had been aching to be free from each other for ages. Once Iggy felt them wriggling around, he pulled his head back away from Adonis’s crotch, and the squirming split-tendril slipped all the way out of his body, escaping the boy’s mouth with a loud pop.

The boy looked up at his father, his eyes half-lidded, his tongue dripping with excess moisture. Normally a blowjob wouldn’t get him this riled up. But these were not normal circumstances. There was an enormous, warm wet spot beneath him where his pussy had ended up leaking all over the sheets.

But, he said nothing. He merely stared into Adonis’s eyes and sat patiently at the edge of the bed, waiting for him to make the call. Trembling with anticipation. Waiting for daddy to decide to finally put that thick, split-end cock all the way up his cunt and fuck him like he should have done ages ago. He was riding a perfect high, soaring on the infernal updraft of Adonis’s infidelity. He was going to cuck his mom tonight, or die trying.

But, he didn’t need to convince daddy this time. It was evident that he knew what he wanted.