Chapter 6: Temperance. Igneous squealed as he was thrown by the wrist into his own bedroom. He fell unceremoniously onto the carpet; logic had briefly evaded him, and suddenly he feared for his life. He’d elected to test the patience of another powerful being, and now he was going to be punished. It was a sick, delicious kind of fear. The kind that made him all hot and bothered. The door shut, and Iggy pushed himself to his hands and knees, not sure whether to try and flee or to raise his ass in the air. Either way, he knew the chance of him getting out of this without suffering the consequences was pretty slim. He was shocked when he felt his father’s claws scratching gently behind his ears, ruffling through his thick white hair as daddy...pet him. Again. “I’m going to be real with you, Igneous.” Adonis picked Iggy up by the waist - quite effortlessly - and set him down on the edge of his bed before continuing to carefully stroke the length of his floppy little ears. “I had a talk with your mother…” Dev? How much had he told that tired old skank? “...and I realized that I can’t discipline you the same way I’ve done your siblings.” “You mean you’re not gonna spank me?” huffed Igneous. “No, because I think you enjoy it too much.” Igneous’s entire body got hot. He could feel his insides churning, shifting dramatically at the sound of his father’s first honest acknowledgement of the obvious. Adonis had felt his son’s cock when he spanked him the day before. Every inch of it. He had felt it twitch and squirm between his legs, so desperate for stimulation that there was a wet spot on the chair when all was said and done. It was hard to ignore what had happened between them, no matter how hard Adonis tried. At some point he had to bring it up or it would just become one of those twisted, buried memories they never spoke of again. “Wha…...What’s it to you, huh?” He growled. “Why bother punishing me?” “Because you’re strutting around dressed like a whore.” Adonis punctuated the statement by scratching Iggy under the chin, gently reminding the boy of his place. “It’s annoying.” “Why?” Iggy turned away, pretending not to like the attention he was receiving from his father. “Just don’t acknowledge me if it’s that bad. Disown me. I don’t care.” “Igneous, you’re my son. Easily - look at me when I’m talking to you.” He grabbed Iggy’s chin with his claws and turned his head until they were making eye contact. “Easily one of my most unique and talented kids. You're a real catch, too. You clearly inherited your mother’s beauty...and her attitude, too. Out of all my one-hundred and one children, you are one of the smallest, and yet you take the biggest risks. You’re no less important to me than my strongest, most successful kids.” Perhaps, if Adonis had his camera, he would have liked to take a picture of the look of sheer dumbfoundment on his son’s face at that moment. Igneous’s insides melted a little more with each affirmation his father granted him; add onto that the gentle caresses behind his ears, and Igneous inevitably fell hopelessly into his father’s grasp, if only for a moment. It was easy for Adonis to sit down and scoop the boy into his lap. He didn’t resist. “You’ve never told me that before,” mumbled Igneous. He looked up at Adonis through one, gleaming eye. For a moment, Adonis motioned towards the hair covering Iggy’s other eye, hoping perhaps to glimpse the bright, glowing gem hidden behind the curtain. But, he knew not to cross that line. Not yet. Instead, he continued to pet and caress his son, comforting him with a gentle hand.The boy’s fur was warm to the touch, and his body gave way slightly under Adonis’s pressure. He wanted to calm Iggy down - soothe his nerves and assure him that he wasn’t his enemy. And, much to Adonis’s relief, it worked on Iggy in much the same way that it worked on Dev, bringing his riled-up, bitter demon son down to a more manageable level. Occasionally, the boy grumbled out a few words of protest, but these were lost to the slow, gentle breaths incited by Adonis’s gentle talons. Clearly, Iggy had inherited more from his mother than just a gorgeous body. Iggy was surprised to feel his father’s talons travel down to his shoulders, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. Daddy had strong hands, and they were sufficient to relieve some of the pressure built up within his membrane. Igneous had no “real” joints or muscles, but there was a tendency for air bubbles and places of high pressure to accumulate in his body in response to stress, and as of last night, he had worked up a tremendous amount of such pressure. Being Iggy’s father, Adonis knew this quite well, and so he relieved that pressure as he worked over the boy’s shoulders, Once more, Iggy tried to protest - he mumbled something about “not needing daddy’s help” before surrendering to his father’s grasp and pressing his back against the archdemon’s chest. He remained that way for a few minutes - laying gently against his father as he was given all the attention he ever wanted. Pet in all the right spots. He had been on edge for so long that it felt strange to finally feel...a little safe. After all, daddy had never hurt him, unlike all the other men in his life. What did he have to be afraid of? “You want me to leave the room so you can masturbate?” Igneous’s eyes shot open, his peace absolutely violated by the words that just left his father’s mouth. “What?” “You’re, uh...pent-up.” Adonis pointed at the borderline painful bulge in Iggy’s thong. “Your thong isn’t doing a very good job of covering that.” Iggy began sweating. Christ, this was embarrassing. Daddy had never acknowledged it before. A moment of silence passed between them. Igneous didn’t know what to say; by all accounts, now would be an appropriate time for daddy to see himself to the door, but he wasn’t moving. “You made it look like mine,” Adonis noted. “I….uh….” “You don’t have to tell me why.” Adonis rubbed at his eye, wiping off one of the faces of his cubic head. Iggy let out a shaky breath. He wasn’t sure if this was really happening. It was unlike his father to be so up-front about this. Slowly, Igneous reached down and pulled his thong aside. Out popped his member, springing free from its prison, drenched in fluid. “It doesn’t split like yours.” “Does it have to?” “No,” he lied curtly. The boy spread his legs and leaned back on Adonis’s lap, noting how his father’s eye tracked the twitching, swaying movements of his naked cock. Yeah. He had daddy’s attention now. “Are you going to do this in front of me?” “Are you going to watch?” he chided. Iggy moved his claws to the base of his dick and began stroking it slowly, letting his digits slide across all the flexible little barbs as he drew his palm from the base of the weapon to its slick, warm tip. The archdemon watched a drop of precum leak from his son’s cock and breathed a deep growl of satisfaction. “You’re not to tell anyone about this,” he said sternly. “I’m allowing this only to ensure that you’re content..” “You sure about that?” breathed Igneous, a tremor jostling his spine as he rubbed the tip of his own cock with a single digit. “I bet you’d do it for me if I asked.” “We must have some self-control.” “Dumb excuse.” Igneous milked another drop of precum out of his dick, slowly massaging the length of his shaft with two fingers. As his grip returned to the base, Igneous tilted his cock, making sure the perverted father had a good view of his son’s masturbation. “Demons don’t have self-control. What kinda shit morals do we subscribe to? The Bible?” “It has nothing to do with morals. It is more that your mother and I have an agreement not to do things like this.” “Always sucking up to mom,” Iggy hissed. He picked up the pace, jerking his dick a good deal faster than before. “Fast enough for you, daddy?” “I’m not going to tell you how to masturbate.” “It’ll be over quicker if you do,” he sneered. A moment of silence passed once more, broken only by the sound of Igneous fapping. “You already know what you’re doing,” Adonis finally said. “Oh really? Got nothing to teach me, old man? Did a bunch of lesser demons teach your son more about sex than you ever will?” There was a deep, threatening growling sound, and Iggy watched as his father reached down and smacked his hand away from his dick. It happened far too quickly; in the heat of the moment, Adonis grabbed Igneous by the cock and began jacking him off. Adonis’s hands were enormous - too big for Igneous’s cock - so daddy had to resort to using just his pinky and his ring finger, but that was all he needed. At once, the overwhelming weight, warmth, and softness of Adonis’s talon stimulated Iggy far more than any handjob ever had. Even Magifus’s treatment paled in comparison to the stimulation daddy’s pinky and ring finger provided him, and Igneous found that horrifying. Still, he could do nothing to stop it; he was locked in now, and Adonis evidently planned to illustrate to him precisely why you shouldn’t challenge an archdemon. “OH! Daddy, you’re...so fucking gross! Oooohhn….” He dug his claws into his father’s arms, enthralled by the sensation that pulsed through his groin. Slowly but surely, Adonis worked the boy’s dick, starting off with several firm, tight strokes just to get started. But this was only an appetizer, and it didn’t last very long. Once Adonis had milked some more precum out of his boy’s dick, he set to jerking him off proper, rapidly sliding his claws up and down the length of the boy’s unit. Every barb was stimulated with each pass, pushed this way and that every time Adonis pumped his hand. Fresh precum poured from Iggy’s helpless cock in greater quantities than ever before, making the work all the more simple as daddy’s fingers glided across the surface of the boy’s tool. He had never been quite this hard. Iggy began to squeal, but his mouth was silenced by the furry surface of Adonis’s other hand. Thus, he could do nothing but watch as he was thoroughly educated, moaning helplessly into his father’s open palm. By now, he was struggling to find a grip on his father’s thighs, and he’d propped his legs open as wide as his body would allow. His mind was beginning to spin; basic logic fell away as he tried to scream and beg daddy to just fuck him already. Adonis heard none of this, and he made certain that no one ever would, pressing his palm firmly against the boy’s maw to keep him from blowing their cover. Iggy’s hips buckled. He was close - and it had barely been a minute! Was daddy really going to make him blow his load in just a minute?? Igneous’s eyes widened when he felt a hot, powerful sensation rising deep in his groin. Yes. Yes he was. At the very crest of Iggy’s orgasm, Adonis sealed his talon tight over Iggy’s mouth and then dramatically increased his speed, faster and faster, until he drew his fingers violently to the base of the weapon in one final pump. Cum rocketed out of Igneous’s body at record speed, released so violently that it hit the door on the other side of the room, painting it with several sticky wads of hot seed. It seemed almost as though Adonis was aiming for the door, because as he pumped the boy’s dick over and over again, he tilted it at an angle, pointing it in that general direction just to see how far the cum would fly. And Iggy just kept cumming, blowing what was possibly the biggest load of his entire life all over his door and the path leading up to it. As it all subsided, Adonis milked the last of his son’s seed out onto the floor, snarling into the boy’s ear as he finally finished the job. He wiped the fluid off his claws onto Iggy’s fur and then pushed the boy onto the floor. “Class dismissed, shithead.” The archdemon stood up and made his way to the door. As he put his claws on the doorknob, however, his son broke out of his post-orgasm daze and spoke up. “Why have you never told me those things before…?” Adonis turned to look at Igneous, unsure of what the boy was talking about, exactly. “All that shit you said about me being unique and important...” Slowly, he pushed himself off the floor, looking up at his father with a spiteful glare. “...That was a load of bullshit, wasn’t it? You never meant a word.” Adonis let go of the doorknob, turning to his son with a look of concern. “You know that’s not true, Igneous. I meant every word that I said. As a son, I really do care about you.” “Care about me? Please.” Iggy stood up and brushed himself off, and he stared at his father through one hateful eye, concealing the other one behind his unkempt hair. “You’re just trying to control me. Manipulate me. You’ve never paid me any damn attention until now. Why should I believe you’ve ever cared?” Adonis folded his arms. “Iggy, do you honestly think that I haven’t cared about you this whole time? That I haven’t valued you as a son?” “That’s exactly what I think,” he hissed. “I’m just a problem to you. A liability. A hot piece of meat. The only reason you’re pretending to care now is because you think you can control me by giving me attention. Well, it’s not going to work. Not this time, dad.” The young demon pulled on a pair of short shorts that struggled to contain the meat of his thick, voluptuous ass. “Igneous, you don’t understand...” “No, I think I do. Only reason you want me now is because I’d be easy to fuck. A nice little side-piece with no strings attached And you know what? Maybe I wanted to take your attention away from Dev at first, but now, I realize that I’ll never be better than her.” “What is that supposed to mean?!” snarled the archdemon. He stepped forward suddenly, his cube-shaped head shaking subtly in the air, but he wasn’t quite fast enough to stop his son. The boy leapt onto the stone windowsill, throwing the window open with a grunt. “Fuck you, dad.” With that, he jumped out the window, and when Adonis ran to poke his head out, his son had already taken flight, soaring the burning skies of Hell on two enormous wings.