Chapter 11: Judgement.


Igneous was small enough that daddy could hold with one hand. All the boy had to do, really, was spread his legs. So Adonis took him to the wall and put one enormous hand against it, using one arm for support as he used the other to hold his son. He looked down at the boy with a horny grin; he was panting now, visibly ecstatic and free of any inhibitions he might have had before.

“You sure it’ll fit?” growled Adonis. He flicked the split-tips of his cock against Iggy’s cunt, and the boy let out a quiet moan, squirming anxiously.

“It’ll…it’ll fit. But if you’re…so worried about it…why not put one end in each hole?”

Adonis said nothing in response, though the movements of his tendrils said everything he needed to say. Each end found one of Iggy’s warm little holes and glided against it, squirming with excitement against each of the boy’s openings.

“O-oh, fuck…daddy…?”

“Mmmgh. Sit still, now…”


A slight push, a bit of resistance, and the archdemon pushed into the thick heat, driving himself deep into warm, forbidden flesh. The boy’s jaw dropped open wide as he felt his father invade his body, and when he tried to breathe, all that came out was a sweet, sick little wail. Inch by inch, Adonis worked a shrill melody out of his son, and as he felt the slick membrane squirming against his member, the archdemon exhaled a thick, hot breath all over the body of his naked son. Iggy could smell days of stress, worry and doubt in that one breath of air, all leaving his father’s body the moment he finally got inside him. The boy grinned wickedly. There was nothing better than this; he stood at the very peak of the mountain of his father’s self-control, and was now drinking elixir from the spring at the summit. This was what he’d always wanted.

With that, Adonis began to push, and the little demon screamed, letting all of his thoughts melt into nothing as daddy defiled him. The sensation of slick, writhing tentacles deep inside of his body on its own was amazing, but this was daddy that was fucking him. There was nothing like Adonis’s cock, and Iggy had known that for a long time. He’d heard Dev brag about it so many times that it made him seethe. Now, he was the one getting to experience it, and nothing else - not Magifus, not Argon, nor Bruno - could ever compare.

It felt so fucking good. Every thrust, every pull, the thick tentacle felt around the inside of Iggy’s holes, each one coiling directly towards every pleasurable spot they could reach - and by God if they couldn’t reach most of them. The one in his ass sought out his prostate and pushed hard against it each time it passed through, and the one in his pussy was grinding against his g-spot on its way to his cervix. Daddy would touch the very tip of his dick to Iggy’s cervix, and then withdraw, and as he pumped harder, the sensation became more and more intense.

Adonis had gotten into a rhythm by now, so focused on ravaging his son that he thought about little else. He could see the shape of his cock bulging out of Iggy’s body as he fucked the boy, and the knowledge that that didn’t hurt Igneous whatsoever made him terribly horny. It was not an exaggeration to say that Igneous was literally built for cock.

Hot breaths and whimpers spilled endlessly out of Iggy’s open mouth, He clung desperately to the sides of Adonis’s hand, sinking his claws into his enormous fingers as he was used for daddy’s enjoyment. He could feel the tendrils twitching inside of him, and each time they moved just a little too much, the little demon’s hips rocked, unable to contain the impossible pleasure that traveled through his entire body.

“Fuck…Son…Mmmmgh, God, Igneous…” He looked down at his son, admiring the shape of his perfect little body as he held him in his enormous hand.

“Oh, f-fuck, daddy…I…hah!” For a moment, Iggy met his father’s eyes, and he breathed a deep sigh of want and affection. He didn’t want to say it. Not even now, he’d never say it.

“Hush. Just…are you okay?…”

“Mmmgh, y-yes…ohn! I’m okay, daddy…”

“Then hush and let me…use you…”

“O-okay…”

Adonis turned away from the wall and moved to the bed, laying Iggy down on the very edge. It was clear that the boy didn’t need a break yet; not with all the sounds he was making. Adonis was sure his son could take a little more. So, he put his other hand on Iggy’s waist, holding his little body tight against the bed as he began thrusting again.

And this time, he didn’t hold back.

Iggy’s voice cracked as he screamed into the air. No one could hear him; the room was made of solid rock. No one knew what Adonis was doing to his son at that moment, even with the thunderous clapping sounds that echoed across the walls. It was just Igneous and his dad - their dirty little secret. The clapping sounds intensified as the impact of Adonis’s crotch against Iggy’s pelvis only got more intense; he drove a tremendous amount of power into his thrusts now, driving his weapon as deep into Iggy as it would go before withdrawing it all, and then doing it again. Over and over again, Adonis ravaged his son, and the boy’s body simply accommodated for the size of his tendrils, stretching like latex around daddy’s length. Igneous’s legs were already shaking, trembling violently as he felt a familiar sensation rising in his groin, this time more powerful than ever before. The boy gripped the sheets, clinging onto the bed for dear life as he prepared himself for what would probably be the most mind-shattering orgasm he would ever experience.

At the hands of his dad.

“O-oh, fuck, I’m gonna…cum…?!”

He spoke as if he didn’t believe it at first. But once he reached the edge, he accepted the truth for what it was. He was about to cum all over his dad’s cock.

Iggy’s hips bucked violently out of control. “Oooohhhh, Fuck….Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!! OH, GOD, I’M GONNA…FUCKING CUM!”

The words sounded so…foreign…coming out of Iggy’s mouth. And yet, they hit the archdemon’s ear like silk. He knew what he had to do. He bared down on his son, gripped him tight, and fucked him even harder, pressing hard against his swollen prostate and sore little g-spot.

“Cum for me! Make me proud! Come on!”

“FUCK!!! OH, GOD, DADDY!!! I’M CUMMING!!!”

If Iggy had bones, the spasms that rocked his body at that moment might have broken them. His membrane shook with such tremendous violence that it began to fail, and for a brief moment, he started to melt into the bed, quivering like Jell-O as he squealed into the open air. But Adonis had no intention of stopping. He was going to help his son ride his orgasm all the way to its end. So, he kept thrusting, at the same speed, pushing it all deep inside of him and letting him melt, just a little bit.

Igneous felt his senses give way, becoming disorganized as they strayed from their localized centers. The pleasure spread all across his body as his gooey interior hugged the length of daddy’s perfect cock. Sliding over each tendril, squirming and trembling uncontrollably. For a moment, the boy faded, and his consciousness dropped into a deep blur.

Some time later, he re-amalgamated. His eyes opened, and his body was shaped as it was before. His perception had returned to normal; he could tell because he could feel his father’s hand on him, gently feeling him up.

The throbbing heat within his body made him feel so alive. The thrill of his father’s depravity made his head spin. His body may have been present in one piece, but his thoughts had blown away, a thousand fragments of twisted mind drifting on the pyroclastic winds.

“Hey. Kiddo. You alright?”

“Mmmgh?”

“Are you feeling okay?”

Igneous’s face contorted into a dumb little grin. “I feel incredible…”

The archdemon chuckled and tilted his head in the air, amused by the charming tone of his son’s voice. “Well, we’re not done yet. You’re a lot more durable than your mother. I know you can take a little more…”

“Mmm, fuck,” he breathed. “Never thought I’d hear you say something like that…”

“Your old man is a little better at dirty talk than you think he is.” Adonis climbed onto the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight. “Get on your hands and knees. Let me see that tail in the air.”
The little demon whimpered, slowly losing himself to the sweet, inviting darkness of the world he’d sunk deep into; the deep, commanding voice of a father he’d always secretly adored, the feverish excitement of his own obedience as he did precisely what was asked of him. His tail waved eagerly in the air, inviting daddy to take what was rightfully his.

Adonis took a greedy handful of Iggy’s ass, and the boy’s paws flexed with excitement. A gentle tug on his plump right asscheek separated it from its counterpart, revealing the soaking wet, gaping holes hidden between them. Iggy’s insides had widened to accommodate Adonis’s size (as they were wont to do when introduced to an oversized object), thus allowing the archdemon to peer directly into the dark, cavernous interior of his son’s body. Moisture dripped from the walls of his son’s cunt, keeping his holes impeccably slick. Anything to please daddy. Another hand on Iggy’s ass - it fit in a single handful, making it very easy to spread Iggy open and admire him closely. The boy squeaked indignantly as he felt daddy scrutinizing his ass.

“Having fun, daddy?” he sneered. “Pervert.”

Adonis answered him by slapping his right asscheek, leaving a bright red handprint. The boy squealed, his tail trembling as he felt the pain travel up his spine.

God, he enjoyed that.

He wiggled his tail, raising it up high for daddy. “How long are you going to tease me?”

The archdemon breathed a cloud of hot demonic air on Iggy’s ass. “If I'm going to destroy a perfectly good piece of art, I may as well take a moment to appreciate it first.”

The little demon felt his face turn red, and he shifted uncomfortably, trying not to make it obvious that his father’s stupid, cheesy jokes were making him unbearably horny. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
“Hush.” Adonis drew closer to Iggy’s raised rear end, and then he reached down over his back, grabbing the back of his son’s head and forcing his face down into the mattress. He scratched the boy’s hair affectionately, briefly appreciating the sight of his gorgeous, naked son.

“W-which hole are you going to use?” inquired Igneous.

“Why don’t you take a guess? Because I don’t necessarily have to tell you.” There was a bit of malice in the archdemon’s smile as he bent over Igneous; the split ends of his dick, slick with moisture and flickering with excitement, slowly coiled back together.

The little demon felt a hot, twitching appendage press against the opening of his cunt, and he sucked in a sharp breath. “D-daddy?”

Enormous fingers wrapped around the boy’s tail; claws sunk into the flesh, securing a grip that was impossible to escape. Iggy gasped again, stupefied by his father’s sudden change of character. He could feel the pride - the thick, ravenous ego - in each painful squeeze. And, as daddy’s cock began to slip inside of him, Igneous began to understand that, to Adonis, this was much more than just a scandalous little fling.

The hunger in daddy’s voice, the snarling desperation of each deep, deliberate thrust. Igneous felt it all build upon him as his father fucked him, and the excitement of it all made him tremble. There was no denying that what they were doing was sick and twisted, but Iggy knew that, amidst the feverish pounding and the invasion of his young body, this time he was spending with his father was much more than that. Something about the way daddy held him - about the need in his voice - made Iggy’s stomach feel funny. A sweet, fluttering feeling he’d never experienced with anyone else.

Adonis moved with purpose, pushing his appendage deep into the boy’s body, savoring the deep satisfaction that his son’s insides granted upon him. The boy’s insides responded to each slow stroke, milking the tendrils of daddy’s cock in an act of profound exultation. Each time he pushed his member inside of his son, Adonis would split the ends of his cock and let them rake down the sensitive interior. Each time he did this, Igneous trembled violently underneath him, screaming freely into the mattress. He continued this for a long time, pushing his body into Iggy’s fat ass at a slow, steady pace, driving the entirety of his pulsing cock into his son’s body each time.

“Fuck…Are you…having fun?” The archdemon gave his son a swift slap across the ass, chuckling with wicked delight as it rippled from the impact.

“Y-yeah…”

The boy was long gone at this point; his sensitive pleasure nodes were swollen and hot, and there was a puddle of slick, gooey fluid accumulating on the bed between his legs. There wasn’t much going on in his head anymore; daddy had fucked out every thought that dared to form in Iggy’s little head. The little demon couldn’t so much as form a coherent sentence.

Well, except for one.

I love you……

Adonis paused, stopping mid-thrust and tilting his head at his little boy. “What…what did you say?”

Igneous’s membrane trembled, and he flexed his paws impulsively. As much as he hated to admit it, it was true. He couldn’t…keep it in any longer. He wasn’t sure if it was right, or even if it made sense, but something deep inside his little demon soul screamed that what he was feeling was deep, sick love. The kind that made him want to vomit; the kind that felt so warm and genuine that his body didn’t know what to do with it. He felt as though he might pass out, but he needed to say it. He needed to say what he’d been feeling this whole time - what he’d never had the courage to admit to his father, and to himself.

He turned his head around, looking at the floating head of his father above him from out of the corner of his eye. The recognizable silhouette of his enormous father made him feel safer than anything else. He didn’t understand why he’d been pushing him away for so long.

“I love you,” he whispered. It had been centuries since he’d said that and meant it.



With both hands, Adonis grabbed his son by the waist and effortlessly lifted him up, pulling the boy close to him. Iggy felt his back press against his father’s chest, and his legs dangled, barely able to touch the mattress from this height. He felt daddy’s appendage twitching desperately inside of him, so hungry for another stroke that the end had begun to separate on its own, slowly stroking against the walls of Igneous’s warm pussy.

“My baby boy…My irreplaceable son…” The archdemon’s head drifted down and rested just above Iggy’s head. “Please…” He whispered. “Say those words again…”

Where Igneous’s heart might have been, the viscous fluid that composed his insides began to melt. At the very least, that’s how it felt. Iggy’s insides felt so mushy after hearing his father say that. He could hardly believe what he was hearing, much less anticipate what exactly his dad was going to do to him. Did he really have to say it three times? But, with the warm pleasure of the thick tendrils squirming inside of him, and the way daddy looked at him with that big, loving eye, he knew he couldn’t refuse such a request.

“I love you,” he whimpered. “I…oh…?! MmMMMM!”

Before he could say it a fourth time, Adonis used one of his enormous claws to lift Iggy’s leg, and with the limb raised out of the way, he pushed his cock all the way inside of his son’s body, twitching violently against the slick warmth.

“Say it again,” he growled. He stared deep into his son’s eye, watching his expression contort as he slipped his split-end cock out of the little demon’s body. “Look…look at me.”

With one of his thumbs, Adonis swept the hair out from in front of Iggy’s right eye, exposing the feature that the boy had inherited from him. A dark and powerful roving eye, with a gaze as wild and intense as the flames of the First Demons. Seeing this, Adonis forced his member back into the body of his son, watching with a sick sort of infatuation as Iggy winced and cried out, moaning into the open air.

“It’s…strange, I know, but…I want to hear it. Look at me, with those beautiful eyes, and say it again.”

“I…haaaah…Oh, daddy…”

“Say it.”

“Oh, fuck, I love…I love you daddy…I…always have, deep down…I’m sorry…AHN!”

“Fuck,” breathed the Archdemon. He pushed himself inside of his son, savoring the warmth of their deep, twisted union before speaking his words. “Igneous…”

I love you, too…

Igneous released a sweet cry into the air as he was used to pleasure his father, his moans ringing out like sad, twisted birdsong against the walls of the room. Violent, rapid slapping sounds punctuated the melody as Adonis ruined his son’s tiny womb, snarling and clinging to the boy posessively. With one hand wrapped around Iggy’s waist and the other holding his leg up, there was nothing preventing Adonis from pushing the entirety of his thick, split-end member inside of his son, and as he forced himself deep into Iggy’s body, he saw the boy’s stomach bulge around the shape of his invading member. There was no holding back, now. Nothing separating him from the precious, living reward hidden deep within Igneous’s gorgeous, gelatinous body. The boy’s asscheeks clapped violently with each thrust, and it only got louder as the archdemon picked up speed. Faster, faster…yet faster. The warmth of his son’s perfect, fuzzy little body, the hot slickness of his precious womb, the screams of unbridled love that spilled out of his mouth. Adonis’s eye rolled to the back of his head, and his mind went blank as he did the one thing his body wanted the most.

Iggy felt his body get pushed all the way down, and he felt his asscheeks touch his father’s crotch. As the appendage impaled him, he could feel it spasming, shaking, violently squirming around against his insides until finally…

It was done.

Explosive force propelled thick, hot seed deep into Iggy’s body, and the boy let out a long, sweet wail of satisfaction as he felt the sensation fill him. His father’s cum poured out against the inside of his body, washing his womb with wave after wave of powerful archdemon seed. Unbearable warmth slipped across Iggy’s nodes, and he came to what was probably his seventh orgasm from that sensation alone. He felt daddy tighten his grip, squeezing him tight as he gave Iggy a number of final thrusts, working to force his cum as far into his son’s body as he could get it.

Then, after some time, the spasms slowed, and then they ceased. The last of Adonis’s cum poured into the boy’s body, bound inevitably for the depths of his sticky, gooey womb.

Igneous felt his membrane tremble, but this time, he kept himself together. Just barely. Because he would do anything to prolong this sensation; to keep his father inside of him as long as possible. To feel like this forever.

However twisted, this was love, and he was happy.