Chapter 2: Judgement.


When Iggy left the room, his member had shrunken back into his body, leaving a wet slit behind, hidden beneath his thong. It was damp, but he almost liked it better that way. He could feel his cunny shifting uncomfortably, struggling to settle on a form and shape after what he’d just experienced. He felt...used. Like...daddy’s bitch. She hated to acknowledge it, but the fact was, she had just gotten put into her place. With a hiss, she reached over and struck the wall, taking an enormous gash out of it with one swipe. Whatever. Daddy could pay to have it fixed. She didn’t care how expensive it was. And yet, her heart raced, thinking about what might happen if he did decide to punish Igneous for it. And, with each rapid heartbeat, she felt her chest tingle in hot waves. The fluid inside of her shifted around, moving towards either side of her chest, slowly filling up her flexible skin until her flat pecs began to bulge underneath their own weight. Before long, a pair of fat tits stretched the fabric of Igneous’s tight crop top, her cleavage clearly visible in the window of the garment. Much better, she thought. It was just slutty enough. There was no way daddy could ignore a rack like this, especially considering who he married.

But, for now, Igneous decided to find something else to do. There was no point in trying to find her father now; by the looks of things, he’d left in quite a hurry, probably running off to some other part of Hell. But Iggy figured that, while she was all dolled up, she may as well do the same. After all, daddy did tell her she could go out like this...

The girl went out over the rolling hills of the brimstone-fields, basking in the dark purple glow of the blackflames and smoking pyres, breathing in the stench of burning human bodies as she walked away from home. She was amused by the terror in the voice of each tortured soul; it was so intriguing how humans would defy God only to end up in a place like this. It was not Igneous’s place to care; she knew no human suffering, only the bitterness that her upbringing had created. She found it fascinating that the humans slew each other over things like land and money, as if those things did not vanish when they died. If anything, wealth made their souls heavier. As Jesus had once said, it was easier for a camel to make it through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God. Iggy laughed and shook her head. Not that she cared what that little twink had to say. She would sooner bend Jesus over a rock and fuck him then listen to a word that came out of his mouth. She’d never met the guy, but from what she’d heard, he was a real killjoy.

After all, there was no point in living so guiltlessly when there was so much fun to be had in the pursuit of material pleasures. Iggy was debaucherous, even for a demon; even now, she was out looking for someone to fuck, mostly out of sheer boredom. As far as moral retribution went, Igneous was a lost cause. No crucified saints could save her from herself, and she was okay with that.

She could already see the shimmering towers of Dis over the brimstone fields. Developments over the years had seen an improvement in Dis’s architecture; it was a bit more modern, though it was obvious that the denizens of hell were still very big fans of gothic architecture. Igneous didn’t mind; there were worse places to get taken into an alleyway and raped.

Still, the girl knew to be careful. Even though she was a high-ranking demon, she was the runt of the litter, and the towers of Dis were a likely place to run into higher-ranking demons. None so powerful as her father, but plenty that were just strong enough to take control of Igneous. Even then, that added risk was...admittedly a little exciting. Especially considering this was the first time she’d be going out in a thong like this. She wondered what sort of trouble she could get into.

She felt eyes on her ass and cleavage as she made her way down the sidewalks. She didn’t mind; they could look, but they couldn’t touch. Demons of all shapes and sizes, with many peering eyes and wandering tendrils; all of them saw Igneous walk by, taking notice of her exaggerated butt and pinched waist. The laser-focus of their attention was almost as hot as the air that circulated through the cavern, and Igneous could feel the tension in the air. It made her feel good - made her feel like she was in control. She turned a corner and folded her arms behind her head, letting out a sort of growling sigh as the demon considered what she would do. She could always use a drink. But, it was a bit late for coffee, and besides, she was wide awake. No, she needed something stiff. Igneous didn’t like to get drunk (Sex was no fun when she was drunk), but a shot or four was always good to take the edge off. The average demon could down half a bottle of vodka and still walk a straight line, but Iggy was a bit smaller than other demons and it took a lot less booze to get her tipsy. At least she wasn’t as weak as a human! She had heard how some humans could get wasted after just one shot, and she giggled every time she thought about it. It would be so easy to drug a human and take one for herself, even if only to toy with them like a cat might toy with a rodent.

In any case, there was one place where Iggy liked to get drunk and get dicked down, and that was the Impiimeretron. It was one of the biggest and flashiest nightclubs in Hell, and it was large enough to accommodate even the largest demons, which was something that drew Igneous to the nightclub in the first place. Of course, even as a higher-ranking demon, Igneous knew that she couldn’t just walk in. She was a runt. People wouldn’t believe her even if she did say she was Adonis’s kid. So, she needed another way in. Luckily, the girl had already prepared for that.

The front was closely guarded by a big, scary bouncer. He was a fairly high-ranking demon, and his size made him a force to be reckoned with. Plus, he was...hard to bargain with.

The back entrance, on the other hand, received much less activity. It could be accessed by a nearby alleyway and was guarded by Gruno; a big demon, to be sure, but not as big as the one out front. He was broad and burly, and he had big, pointy horns. He also happened to have a really big cock. How did Igneous know this? Well…

“Oh Gruno!” Iggy sauntered down the alleyway with a shit-eating grin on her face, her jagged, pointy teeth clearly visible in the darkness.  She put her hand on her waist and jut out one of her hips, causing her ass to jiggle slightly. “What’s up, dumbass?”

“Iggy?” The big demon put his hand on the wall, leaning against it in an attempt to look casual. But he didn’t take his eyes off the demon’s lower region once he’d caught sight of it. Gruno looked Iggy up and down, and his heart rate jumped a bit. “What’s with the getup?”

“What, this?” With a wiggle, Igneous hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and yanked it up; again, her ass swallowed it, making it vanish like some sort of booty magician. The only evidence it was ever there was the paper-thin triangle of fabric covering Igneous’s pussy.

“Y….yeah. Did your dad really let you go out in that?”

“Ha! Who cares what my dad thinks?” Igneous scoffed and folded her arms, turning her back to Gruno to give the big demon a good view of the girl’s plump butt.

“Uh...most of Hell…?”

“Well maybe I’m just braver than you all, then. Braver than you, even.” Igneous folded her arms, her face splitting into an insufferable grin once more as she looked over her shoulder at Gruno. “You scared of my daddy, Gruno?”

Gruno furrowed his eyebrows, his stony gaze moving from the girl’s ass to her face. “Are you?”

Iggy ignored the question, quickly changing the subject.“When are you gonna get promoted to front door bouncer, big boy?” inquired Igneous. She circled closely around him and looked him over, taking note of his clean pants and nice button-up shirt, its sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Particularly, though, her eyes were drawn to the demon’s crotch, which struggled to conceal his fat, juicy cock; the outline of the thing was clearly visible in Gruno’s pants, advertising his size to anyone slutty enough to want it. Gruno always complained about it being uncomfortable, but that hardly mattered to Igneous. “You ever gonna work up the balls to start getting serious about your dumb career?” she sneered.

Gruno rolled his eyes, giving Igneous a shove that sent her a few steps back. “Maybe when I stop letting you blow me for entry.” The big demon chuckled and folded his arms, looking off to the side as he considered his options. “Though, I'm not in any hurry for a promotion…”

“Mmm, you just like me that much, huh?” The mischievous little demon girl approached Gruno once more, and as she drew close to him, she reached down and yanked her plump, heavy boobs out of the window of her crop top, giving Gruno an eyeful of her assets. She animated her rear end with a little wiggle, and then, to top it all off, she opened her maw nice and wide, offering Gruno a close examination of the girl’s sharp teeth, her dangerously flickering little tongue, and her warm, wet throat.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Gruno growled under his breath. He’d seen this trick before. He was going to fall for it again, though. With a sigh, the big demon reached down and grabbed Iggy by the cheek, sliding one of his thumbs into her spear-pointed maw, prompting the girl to begin licking his thumb, lathering it with spit with every slippery pass of her warm, prodding tongue. “I just like how the space between your asshole and your mouth is a straight tunnel.”

Igneous giggled, and as the bouncer pushed his thumb a little deeper into her mouth, the little demon began to get carried away, closing her lips around the thumb and giving it a gentle kiss before bobbing her head on it, wrapping her snake-like tongue around the length of the digit.

“Mmm. Okay, go ahead,” said Gruno. “You can go inside.”

Iggy’s eyes widened, and she pulled the bouncer’s thumb out of her mouth, her teeth curling into a jagged snarl. “Really? Is that it?” She balled her fists. “Aren’t you gonna facefuck me like the pervert you are?”

“Of course I am. I just wanted to hear how disappointed you’d be if I didn’t.” Gruno chuckled as he wiped a bit of spit off of Igneous’s face. “You’re a fucking mess. Open your mouth.”

Igneous glared at Gruno, not sure if Gruno’s impudence was sexy or annoying. With the moisture that she already had between her legs, it was difficult to tell. Either way, there was only one way for her to get into this club.

Igneous’s face split open wide, giving Gruno a beautiful view of her throat once again. She let her tongue flicker out, gliding across her teeth in a fit of impatient restlessness. She still had the upper hand on him. She was just using him to get into the club. Nothing more.

Gruno unbuckled his belt, and then unzipped his pants. He reached into his pants and pulled his weapon out of his right pant leg - a thick, gray cock, matching the color of his skin exactly. Igneous found herself salivating as she gazed upon it ; it was huge, and it had several soft ridges along its length, with several distinct, throbbing veins, jagged like lightning, passing between them. The bouncer grabbed it by the base and slapped Igneous in the face with it, earning an excited giggle from the girl’s wicked maw.

“Watch the teeth,” snarled Gruno. He picked Igneous ip by her waist and carried her, with one hand, to lay her down  upside-down on a nearby table (it had been discarded by the club after being damaged), with the girl’s head hanging off, upside-down. With that, Gruno poised himself in front of Igneous’s mouth, and the mischievous little demon eagerly accepted the tip of the bouncer’s weapon with open jaws, her tongue reaching out to grab it and invite it inside. Her tongue immediately began searching the flared corona of his member, feeling the exaggerated, rounded bumps underneath the head. Gruno let Iggy have her fun like this, holding his cock in place in the girl’s waiting mouth, seated atop a row of dangerous teeth. Then, on a whim, Gruno grabbed Iggy by the neck and pushed his cock inside, inch by inch, stretching out the girl’s throat dramatically. Inch by inch, the bouncer pushed his cock into Igneous’s hot, slick throat, filling up the tube that ran through her body, until finally, Gruno hilted his sword, his smooth, warm balls resting on her nose as he had no more cock left to push into her body.

Muffled noises came from Iggy’s throat; a vain attempt to speak even a single word while her throat was stuffed with fat, warm dick. The blissful silence did not last long, though, as it was soon broken by a new mouth.

“You’re in my tummy.”

The sound came from Igneous’s stomach, where Igneous had decided to shapeshift and grow a new mouth right on her belly. It was lined with several jagged teeth, sharing the same shit-eating shark-toothed grin that Iggy’s regular mouth was so well-known for.

“I can feel it. Your stomach acid is making my dick numb.” Gruno tightened his grip on Igneous’s throat.

“Tingly, huh?” Iggy snickered and put her hands on the table’s edge, bracing herself for what was about to happen. “Alright, do your thing…”

“Fine,” huffed Gruno. “But if I feel you bite down on my cock I'm going to punch you in the back of the head.”

“Oh, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

With that, Gruno pulled his dick out of Iggy’s body. The tingling sensation subsided as the tip of his cock was removed from the girl’s acidic stomach, and as it passed through, every ridge, bump and vein on his cock brushed against Igneous’s throat, massaging her insides all in one stroke. Igneous hummed a moaning tune, whimpering quietly as Gruno dragged his tool all the way out, finally releasing his dick with an obnoxious pop.

“Again!” huffed Igneous.

Gruno didn’t hesitate. He put it back in; Iggy’s mouth accepted it, and the cock slid down her throat, stretching the entire passage of her neck and distending her belly. The girl reached down and felt the bulge with her hands, and as Gruno’s cock reached her tummy once more, the bulge of its shape filled her hands.

Gruno used his grip on Iggy’s neck to begin thrusting, pushing his pelvis into the girl’s face with slow, agonizing strokes. Each tantalizing draw dragged all the features of the bouncer’s cock across the surface of Iggy’s inner passage, and the stimulation made her hum with arousal, the vibrations in her throat only intensifying the experience.

She tapped Gruno on the leg. “Mmmm-mmm!”

“Faster?” teased Gruno.

“Obviously,” insisted Iggy’s tummy-mouth. “I’m not so easy to break. Hurry up and get yourself off so I can go in.”

Gruno secured his grip on the girl’s neck and began thrusting, and before long, Gruno was fucking iggy’s throat like it was a pussy. The bouncer’s balls smashed against Iggy’s nose with each thrust, and the girl smelled his musk, her throat singing with satisfaction as she was used. Her teeth grazed the surface of Gruno’s cock but never bit down; after all, she wanted to get into the night club without suffering a concussion at the hands of the mean old bouncer. So, she kept her jagged maw fully open, accepting each powerful thrust with a gurgling moan.

“Oh, fuck…” Gruno snarled like a wolf and slowed down for a bit, letting Iggy’s lips come into contact with his hairy crotch, fully sunken into the little demon’s body. Igneous could feel the demon’s coarse black bush tickling her lips, and she stayed right there, simply savoring the feeling. Ah, yes. She had this bouncer wrapped around her finger.

Gruno sat there for a moment, periodically flexing his dick to cause it to twitch in Iggy’s insides. “You feel that in your belly?”

“I can feel you throbbing like a virgin,” scoffed Igneous. She rolled her eyes. “Try harder.”

“Mmm, be careful what you wish for.”

The next thing Igneous felt was the sensation of dozens of ridges and veins dragging against her throat as the cock was yanked out, and then the painful slap of Gruno’s balls on her nose and the weight of the demon’s thrust in her throat as he pushed it back in. Her body began to move with each thrust, and she struggled to remain stationary as he sped up; she felt another hand on her neck, holding her head in place in order to keep her from moving around too much. Thus, the next few minutes passed in a mindless haze; every penetration felt like a punch to the gut, and a familiar pressure was beginning to build inside of her. She was immediately grateful that she did not have organs.

“Fffuck…” Gruno grunted and growled, breathing his satisfaction into the evening air, along with a plume of thick black smoke. He clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth as he ground Iggy’s face into his crotch one last time, letting his heavy balls rest on the girl’s nose once again just so he could sit there and twitch inside of him. Igneous’s throat twitched and contracted around his shaft, and as the sensitive tip of Gruno’s cock dipped into Iggy’s stomach acid, he savoured the warm tingling sensation for quite a long time.

After a few seconds, though, Gruno pulled it all out, slowly sliding his weapon out of Igneous’s warm, comfortable interior. As the tip passed by Iggy’s lips, she released it with a sweet, wet kiss, her maw widening into a devious little grin as a string of precum and spit connected her lips to the tip of his cock.

“Cum in my mouth. I don’t want it all over me when I go inside. Aaaaahhh.” She opened her mouth again, letting her tongue taste the air once again as her teeth beckoned Gruno, and he took his dick in his hand, stroking it rapidly. It wasn’t long before Igneous joined him, laying her hands on his shaft and stroking it with both hands, trying to coax the cum out of it with her claws.

“Mmm, fuck…”

“You gonna cum?” snickered Iggy.

“Yeah. Open wide.”

Igneous stuck out her tongue, and as she and Gruno jerked the bouncer’s dick faster and faster, the girl lapped at the tip, letting his cock rest on her tongue.

“Haah...Hah….Fuck!”

It wasn’t long before great tremors rocked Gruno’s pelvis, and his hips shook under the weight of his orgasm, forcing a hot, sticky load of jet-black cum out of him and onto Igneous’s eagerly waiting tongue. Igneous savoured the familiar taste as it dripped down her throat: sticky, smoky, and thick like tar. Gruno was a big boy, so Igneous had a lot to swallow, but as experienced as she was, it wasn’t too big of an issue. As Gruno pumped his cum into the girl’s mouth, Iggy swallowed it, gulping it all down like a cheap Vegas whore who wanted to keep her evening skirt clean. As the bouncer milked the last of his cum into Iggy’s mouth, she clamped her mouth shut, swallowing the last of it with an audible gulp.

Igneous rolled over and pulled herself off of the table, swinging ‘round to set her feet on the cobbled ground. She quickly dusted herself off; had to look presentable, after all.

“Thanks for the head, Iggy.” Gruno stuffed his cock back into his pants, taking care not to get it stuck on the zipper as he did his best to make it look like he didn’t just throatfuck the daughter of a high-ranking demon. “Say, uh, if you’re not busy later, do you maybe wanna…”

He stopped talking when he looked up and realized that Igneous was already gone.

Glowing lights of cool, electric blue adorned the ceiling, and the floor was awash with a vibrant shade of violet. The bars and the dance floor were highlighted in red, drawing the eye towards them naturally. Each light glowed just bright enough to illuminate a moving body, while obscuring the features of a passing face. In the Impiimeretron, where the ebb and flow of pounding music flowed like a heartbeat through a thick, hot sea of drunken demons, the faces were best left unknown. Then again, not all of the demons in the building even had faces.

A number of high-ranking demons gathered here in the Impiimeretron, drinking their days away and relishing the glory of unchallenged wealth and power. Some of the particularly influential ones even had their own booths, completely with complementary booze, entertainment, and dancers. Of course, bodyguards were posted at each booth, so there was no point in even bothering with them. As Igneous basked in the cool luminescence of the main entrance, his eyes were drawn to one of the blood-red circular bars around the room.

“There they are. Back for another hangover, huh?” The four-eyed bartender eyed Igneous up as she walked up to the bar. “You gonna be able to fit that ass in that seat?”

After a moment of struggling, Iggy wiggled into the chair with a grunt. “You’re just jealous.” He flashed his teeth at the bartender, propping his head up on his elbow.

“Can’t say I am. I’m surprised you haven’t been raped yet.” The bartender sighed and shook his head, turning to consult the seemingly limitless quantity of booze stacked behind him. “What do you want?”
“Black ice. On ice.” She hefted her enormous tits onto the counter, letting them drop with a thunk. Drinks nearby shook slightly as the tremor passed through the bar counter. “And make it snappy, Janus.”

“Is daddy gonna pay for it again?” Snickered the bartender. A long, slender tentacle reached up to secure a fresh bottle of vodka from off the top shelf; it was a transparent decanter shaped like the Grim Reaper, the neck extending from the top of his head. Janus’s tentacle placed the bottle in the bartender’s hands, and he raised it up to his horns - one was shaped like a corkscrew, and one was shaped like a bottle opener. Janus often spun newcomers a tired old tale about how his boss carved his horns into those shapes in order to make him fit better for the position, but in reality, it was something he did to himself in a drunken stupor while he was an unemployed alcoholic. Not many people knew about that, but of course, Iggy knew, because she had unique ways of getting information, typically involving the very back of her throat.

“Of course he will. Because if he doesn’t, I’ll ruin him.” Igneous snickered and tapped her claws on the counter.

“Mmm, you sure about that?” The bartender poured some Black Ice brand vodka over ice and slid it to Iggy with a smug grin. “I don’t want to alarm you but you have bright red handprints all over your ass.”

Igneous’s face practically burst into flame, blood rushing to her cheeks as she just now remembered what her father had done to her a mere two hours ago. Oh fuck! She had completely forgotten!

“How bad is it?” mumbled Igneous.

“Very. It almost looks intentional. Where’d you get those handprints, Iggy?” The bartender tilted his head at Iggy, looking down at her inquisitively, like he already knew, even though he probably didn’t.

Igneous hid her face in her hands. Normally it wouldn’t bother her. But….those handprints were from her father. From daddy. She was basically advertising to the world that her daddy still spanked her, even if they didn’t know the whole truth.

“It’s not so bad. If you don’t stand in the light, you can’t really see it.”

“Really?” Igneous looked up at Janus hopefully.

“No. It looks like someone assaulted your asscheeks with a plank of wood. Your ass looks like you fell on a hand-shaped chair from a two-story building.”

A long, aggravated sigh came muffled from beneath the demon girl’s hands.

“Right, sorry. Look, just have your drink. You’ll forget about it before long.”

“Whatever.” Igneous took the glass in her enormous claws and threw it back into her open maw, swallowing the vodka in one gulp and then crushing the ice violently between her teeth.

She took a moment to look around. The club was active, but not as much as usual. The sea of bodies on the floor was smaller, and the smell of hot, demonic sweat was not as intense. In fact, as Igneous inhaled, she detected other things. The sweet, pleasant aroma of well-aged wine, the cheap cologne that Janus used to conceal his body odour, and...something else. Something...strangely familiar. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was, but even though she’d only caught a whiff of it, it struck a chord in her memory. Made her feel...funny.

She shook her head. No point in ruminating when she was here to have fun. She tapped her claws commandingly on the bar, and Janus slid her another drink, which vanished just as fast as the first as Igneous gulped it down without breaking a sweat.

“You hold your booze pretty well. Did I ever tell you that?”

“Can it, Janus. Flattery won’t get your dick sucked.” Iggy used a single claw to flick the shot glass away at a high speed, and the bartender managed to catch it in the air with one of his long tentacles.

“Oh please, as if I want to put my dick in THAT bear trap mouth.” Janus folded his arms. “You’re pissier than usual today.”

“What are you talking about? This is my normal mood.” She used her claws to spread either side of her mouth into a creepy smile, showing off row after row of pointy teeth. “Ish thish better, asshhole?”

“Not really…” chuckled Janus. “Nah, I think you’ve got something eating you. You piss off another boyfriend?”

“No, I’m single right now. Ought to stay that way.” She put her hands back on the bar and shook her head, averting her eyes to the countertop as she got lost in thought.

Janus leaned against the counter, taking a quick glance around the dimly-lit room before speaking again. “Why did you fuck with so many high-profile dudes if you weren’t ready for the commitment?”

“God, I don’t know. Maybe I just crave trouble. It sure as Hell seems to crave me.”

“Yeah, if I didn’t know any better,” sighed Janus, “I’d assume you were trying to piss off a bunch of high-ranking demons.”

“Well, it’s not like they were very understanding. It’s not my fault I like my men dangerous.”

“Have you considered fucking lower-ranking demons?” inquired the bartender.

The girl scoffed. “That’d be beneath me. I mean, look at me, Janus! I’m a catch!”

“And yet I detect the smell of cum whenever you are nearby.”

“Shut up. That has nothing to do with anything.” She folded her arms, heat rushing to her face once again.

“Look, it ain’t my place to tell you how to live your life. But if you ask me, maybe you should go single from now on.” He used his hands and tentacles to accentuate his thoughts, drawing a single straight line in the air over the bar top. “Don’t establish relationships with dudes who want you to be exclusive.”

“Or, just don’t establish relationships in general…”

“That’s what I'm talking about.” The bartender smiled. “Nothing wrong with being a slut.”

“But what if I want to be special to someone?” whined Igneous.

“No can do, Iggy. You can’t be a slut and be special at the same time. You need to choose what’s most important to you.”

“That’s stupid. I wish it were easier.” She groaned and banged her fists on the bar. “Why can’t men just be okay with me sleeping around?”

“This is Hell. Each demon’s control over others is a measure of his strength. For a demon to fail to keep his toy in line is an embarrassment. That’s why every ex boyfriend you have ever had is still out to get you. You’re walking proof of a demon’s weakness.”

Igneous flashed the bartender a mischievous grin. “Well, when you put it like that, it makes me feel pretty important.”

He rubbed his temples. “You’re never gonna learn, are you?”
“Nope. You’re just gonna have to sit here and keep hearing about me and my issues. My exes, my dad…”

Janus raised a curious eyebrow. “That reminds me. How’s your dad been?”

“Ugh.” Igneous wrinkled her nose. “Don’t get me started on him.”

“Is he being a pain in the ass?”

“More than usual. Always patronizing me and shit!” The girl threw her claws in the air and spun on the stool, turning away from Janus and folding her arms out of frustration.  “He says he’s ‘just trying to look out for me’ but then he goes and knocks up his wife once a month. If you ask me, the only thing he’s looking out for is his cock.”

“Well, from the way you described her…”

“By some prank of God I managed to come out the runt in a litter of one hundred and one. How does he expect me to feel? Does he want me to give him a big hug and offer to take the trash out? I mean, Jesus Christ. If it weren’t for the fact that most of us come out fully-grown, half of our expenses would go towards hiring nannies.”

“Yeah, I don’t see how he can stand to have so many kids. Me having to deal with one of his kids is insufferable enough.”

“Oh shut up, you love me.” She reached down and hooked her claws under the edge of her crop top, pulling the garment up until her fat tits dropped out of it. “You like my rack?”

“Mmm. I think this is the first time I’ve seen you with tits.”

“Well?” Iggy hefted her boobs with her enormous claws, rubbing the tips of her nipples with a single digit.

“I think you’re gonna give some old pervert a heart attack with those.” Janus reached out and gave one of Iggy’s breasts a playful squeeze. “What’s the occasion?”

Iggy secured her tits back under her crop top and then took a second to straighten the garment out. “I’m just looking for trouble.” She winked at the bartender and tapped her claws on the bar. “Another one!”

Janus poured another shot of Black Ice over some ice and then presented it to Igneous, who took it in her claws for a moment, examining it closely. The powerful, wafting scent of alcohol filled her nose. As well as..

Was that dad?

Igneous set the shot down, her head turning rapidly as she quickly scanned the room. Daddy never drank. Thus he had no reason to come here. And yet, as she inhaled, she could smell a dark, woody aroma, like a burning cigar or freshly-split firewood. Daddy had a very specific smell that Iggy knew a little better than she’d like to admit. Now that she thought about it, she’d smelled it before, too; but now that she was focused on it, it was as clear as day that either her dad was in the Impiimeretron or she was going crazy.

“What’s the deal? You’re acting weird.” Janus raised an eyebrow at Igneous, who stood up without another word, stopping only to quickly down her shot before heading off into the shadows of the club.

She was beginning to feel a little tipsy, but that did little to dull her senses. Despite the sting of strong vodka that permeated her throat, she could smell him. She had to know for certain if it really was him. What if he was drinking? Or hooking up with a stripper? There were many ways that Igneous could ruin her father if she caught him in this place. Her keen senses directed her through the busy night club with ease as she followed the distinct smell to its source. She proceeded up the stairs and prowled the second floor, seeking to localize the smell to a general area. Eventually she was drawn to one of the private corner booths, the entrance to which was concealed by a thick red curtain. There were no bodyguards to be seen, though a high-ranking demon rarely needed bodyguards anyway.

Igneous approached the red curtain, her claws gripping at the air as she reached for the fabric. She didn’t pause to listen; the smell that wafted from the booth was far too intoxicating for her to even hesitate. So she threw open the curtain, swiping it aside to get a good look at her ex-boyfriend, Argon.

Huh?