Legends of the Treasure Child : Demon Spawn

It was beginning to seriously dawn on Jack what he had consented to do with the rest of his life. A demon’s Child Bearer. He would toss and turn in his bed at night while his thoughts rocked back and forth like a ship in stormy seas. One night, while he was dozing away the hours in this dreamy state, he was suddenly made aware of noises and movements coming from the twins who were asleep on pelts on the floor at the rear of the cabin. Jack propped himself up on his elbows and squinted to better tell the shadows apart. It seemed that Daniel and Nathaniel were awake, and they were kissing each other softly. Jack wondered if it was normal. Should he stop them? He looked over to where John was sleeping on the other side of the room opposite Jack, but he was seemingly fast asleep with his back to Jack. But then the golden eyed demon shifted, turning towards Jack. He opened his eyes, looking directly at his father. Jack got out of bed, and walked silently over to John’s bed. John instantly made more room for him, and Jack lay down. He locked eyes with his son as if he was searching for some kind of answer to an unspoken question. They lay like that for a long time, just listening to the twins’ soft snoring. They had fallen asleep again. Their wings moved in time with their breathing, heaving and falling slightly. When lying together like that, their white wings combined was a cascade of white feathers.



“What am I doin’ here, John?” Jack whispered dejectedly.



“You’re doing the right thing, Dad” John whispered back, softly kissing his father’s lips. “Why, you’re trembling?”



“I’m a wee bit cold, as a matter of fact. Wha’ I meant was: Why am I in your bed?” Jack whispered on, moving closer to John. John didn’t reply. He only continued to kiss Jack’s lips softly, quietly. “I keep havin’ these violent dreams” Jack ventured, “and then it’s all of these women, ye see. Women I’ve had, unknown women I can never have. And it’s all so real, ye know, as if I was experiencin’ it with me wakin’ eye..!” John ignored his words but moved to push Jack gently over on his back. He ventured to cup Jack’s left breast with his right hand. It felt warm and swollen beneath his touch and he heard Jack sigh involuntarily. He kissed him again, and John’s fingers travelled lightly down towards the swollen belly. There, his fingertips were instantly welcomed by the thumping of little feet inside Jack, and Jack groaned a bit at the sudden commotion inside. John only grinned, and kissed his lips again, letting his fingers travel further down the steep slope towards the penis-less area. He heard Jack yawn, but since he was permitted to touch down there, John ventured to see if he could provide his father with some real pleasure. Though no penis, there was still an abundance of nerve ends left. He guided Jack’s right hand down south, showing him and teaching him how to touch the right way. John moved his fingers further down until he reached Jack’s anus. He felt Jack tense right away. He took care to massage the puckered entrance all the while he showered his father’s skin with light kisses.

To feel such lovemaking was bliss to Jack, though relaxing and enjoying it completely proved difficult since his body was anticipating the violence of a rape any second. And didn’t John know it? It took his mind but a quick roam on the outskirts of Jack’s mind to see all the horrors his father had undergone. Reading people’s thoughts was a blessing as well as a curse. Oh, had Jack but been a really bad seed; A criminal without conscience or guilt! Then this situation wouldn’t have been complicated and painful to bear at all.

Jack was beginning to slowly writhe beneath John’s ministrations, returning his son’s kisses more eagerly. Jack bucked his abdomen slightly, moaning as John’s tongue circled around the jutting bud that was Jack’s right nipple, bringing it to a swell. He caressed it with the tip of his tongue. His breath on the wet erect nipple sent tremors down Jack’s spine, and his right hand found its way in the dark to John’s head. With a slight push, he beckoned John to move over to the other nipple which Jack felt was deeply neglected. John enveloped the other nipple with his mouth, earning himself a quiet moan from Jack and a buck by his hips. Jack’s body was glowing with heat, and the bedspread was sticking to John’s back. Something made Jack glance in direction of the twins, and he jerked in astonishment to find the brothers wide awake, watching the spectacle with curiosity from their beds. Jack stopped John immediately, rising himself to a sitting position while he ventured to cover himself with the corner of the bedspread. John looked from Jack to the twins, his breath heavy with lust. Suddenly, John grasped the bedspread and ripped it off the both of them in one fluid move. In his kneeling posture next to his father, John displayed a fit body in its prime, with taut stomach muscles which brought the eye of the beholder down to his erect cock which just moment earlier had been caressing the thigh of his father. His posture along with the overly large cock was a bold statement – a challenge to the twins. Would they be stupid enough to try to challenge him for the right to Jack’s body? He hoped it wouldn’t have to come to a fight, as he watched them both rise from their beds. John discovered he wasn’t the only one with an erect cock. To his relief, they made their way over to John and Jack on hands and feet. A clear sign of submission. John quietly sighed with relief, and bent down to give Jack a solid kiss on the mouth. Needless to say, Jack was a bit overwhelmed to have all his grown sons in the same bed as himself all of the sudden, and the sight of their cocks made him shiver with trepidation for the prospect of a potential gang rape. But Jack wasn’t Captain Jack Sparrow for nothing. There was also the prospect of getting to know all their hands on his body, and their lips on his lips, to feel the touch of their skin pressed against his. But he wasn’t too sure about their cocks...-yet he could not help himself but to wonder what it would be like to have more than one cock at once inside him. It had to be something special, right?

The twins seized a foot each and they started to kiss their way up towards Jack’s crotch. John shifted his position, sitting directly at the other end of Jack’s head, kissing him softly while keenly addressing each nipple with his fingers, kneading it between thumb and index finger. Good lord, how good it all felt! Jack thought, writhing beneath their touch. The closer their lips made it to his groin, the more agitated they succeeded in making him. By the time they reached the insides of his thighs, Jack was reduced to a shivering mass of body. He spread his legs further apart while he took care to breathe deep between the kisses John administered to his lips. He felt twenty curious fingertips carefully search his pelvic area, reading his involuntary hip-bucking and moans while they soaked up every shiver and every sign of complacency Jack gave until they found the bundle of nerves they were looking for. Jack’s eyes rolled to the back of his skull as they began their ministrations. The sensation was intense, as if they touched the very core of his being. He began to mumble about sweet release, fearing he would have trouble staying sane if he had to endure the intensity of so much lust-felt pleasure. No intercourse with any woman could possibly have brought him to such levels by ordinary means. As John nibbled on his right ear, Jack felt himself filled by one of the twins. He didn’t care which one of them it was. Something wonderful was filling Jack from head to toe, and it was not just his son’s cock. The air shifted, and the room was filled with warmth and bliss. Jack was in a state of not thinking or caring about tomorrow or anything else, and it gave him sweet peace of mind which he’d wanted for so long. He felt a body slip underneath him, and he felt a warm chest press against his backside. The cock inside him pulled out for a brief moment, and he felt a sudden frustration at the loss of the wonderful sensation. But then it returned with redoubled effort in the sense that its size – though luckily not its length - was redoubled. Jack realized he was filled with two cocks – just the way he’d imagined, and they moved on their own accord, creating a wonderful friction he’d never felt before. John was still there, by his head, kissing him, stroking his chest occasionally and tweaking his nipples with increased intensity. Jack felt as if he was riding a stormy wave building up from a small crest rolling about the surface of the sea, building, increasing, constantly being built up by the ferocious wind that was lust. Jack’s body was on fire, and he longed for nothing but to be extinguished, to find release and to have the flames doused. The wave inside soon reached that height he longed for and the wave washed over him, drowning him, crashing him against the cliffs. At least – that’s what he saw he saw in his mind as he came. The twins pulled out, and as Jack came to his senses, he felt a change of touch. The body beneath him was replaced with cloth, and he realized he was back in his bed. Where’d he been anyway? He heard rather than saw the twins moan out their pleasure, and Jack realized they’d pulled out before they came. Next to him lay John, and Jack found his own right arm to be covered in golden substance which fast turned to solid material. Jack brushed it off his arm, and looked into John’s face. The Treasure Child was already snoring and with a content smile on his lips.



The Atlantic wind had filled her sails for days, and the Black Pearl was more than content to fly on the waves towards her destination. She tasted the sea, sensing that Captain Jack was moving her back into known territory. Soon, he would once again taste the salty waters of the Caribbean on her hulls. Then, she would be home. The Caribbean waters held more than one taste to her, and certain parts of the oceanic territory tasted like salt mixed with something bitter, foul-tasting. She never liked those parts of Jack’s domain. But there was no going round it.

She felt John walk to the starboard railing, and he put his attentive and comforting palms on her, caressing the railing with steady strokes back and forth, while he muttered: “I know, I know. Have no fears though, love. I don’t like the Triangle either, but I won’t let you fall, savvy?”

Just as he’d spoken those soothing words, they heard Einar call from the lookout post at the top of the mast: “Ship on port side!”



Jack took one look through his telescope, before he stated: “It’s The Ranger. Jockard’s flagship.”



“Jockard? He’s a pirate lord, right?” John moved over to Jack.



“Lord of the Atlantic. Probably up to no good.”



“Do we take him out?”



“Well” Jack began, looking through his telescope again, “gun ports are closed and they’re signallin’ for peace. I say we give ‘em a chance. I’m in a good mood today.”



John hesitated, before he said: “That man Jockard has a hidden agenda. It’s not you he’s after...! It’s me he wants to see.”



“Jockard is smart. But not tha’ smart. His overgrown brutes are strong but slow and a lot less cunning than our men. We can take ‘em!” Jack said lightly, turning on his heel. There was an instant bustle about as he told the men that Jockard’s Ranger was approaching. He could see Gibbs moving about, shouting orders to the men making them run around like busy ants preparing for the newcomers. Gibbs knew what it took to withstand a hand to hand combat should it come to it. Like a good old fashioned pirate, Gibbs still relied on the strength of his own two hands, a cutlass and a loaded gun. A demon’s force was not his thing. Once finished with the hasty preparations, Gibbs took a solid sip from his bottle of rum before he put on his best smile, appearing as cheerful as a sparrow on a spring morning. Leaning casually on the railing as The Ranger closed upon them, Gibbs glanced up at Jack, telling him silently that they were as good as prepared as they could get. Jockard’s men did not return the merry sentiment as the crew of the Black Pearl hailed them. A boat was put on the water, and Gentleman Jockard made his way into the dingy which would take him across to The Pearl.



There was a specific scent on the winds which tickled John’s nose. It was the unmistakable smell of Christianity only priests managed to produce, and it came from below the deck of The Ranger. The smell distracted him long enough for Jockard to make his entrance on The Pearl, and John pondered about this as he walked to the edge of the stairs next to the wheel, overlooking the newly arrived guests. Jockard wasn’t alone. He had five bodyguards with him. Together, the sextet was an impressive display of black manhood at its peak. They all were tall, broad-chested and mean looking, clad in African-inspired clothing. Jockard himself had a ceremonial robe of that of an African tribal king, and his manner was proud and unyielding. The demon and the black pirate lord beheld each other for a moment. There was not a trace of fear in Jockard’s eyes, and the outright staring seemed more of a challenge for authority than anything else. Jack was standing next to the rudder, glancing from Jockard to John and then back again. He then resolutely went to stand in front of John, breaking the staring contest between them. The need to make a statement was irreversible and highly impending. Jockard had to know that John belonged only to Jack. Little did Jack know that it was also John’s sentiment down to the very last word.



“Gentleman Jockard” Jack hailed him politely, grinning in the process, “why wha’ a surprise. We’re just passin’ through, really. No need to worry.” He felt rather sticky as he watched the eyes of the guests glue themselves to his big belly. “Can I offer ye a drink? Tea? Rum? Tea and rum?! Perhaps a cracker on the side, ey?!” Raising their attention to his eyelevel seemed impossible. Jockard seemed to hardly acknowledge his presence, and turned instead his attention back to John who was still standing behind Jack.



“You!” he began with a deep, resolute voice, “I have a proposition for you.”



“A proposition?!” John replied eloquently, putting a comforting hand on his father’s right shoulder. “Why should I listen to the proposition of a man who has impertinence enough to ignore the hospitality of this ship’s captain? If you’re looking to score favours from me, I am forced to decline to take any action on your behalf as long as I do not have my captain’s blessings to perform them. Good day. Nice meeting you. There’s the plank” John motioned with his hand. He then turned away to the starboard railing, gazing out on the waters with a haughty attitude.

The reply rather stunned Jockard, and he found himself unable to reply. Jack did his best to remain dignified and worthy, though he was crumbling inside with laughter. The hapless look on Jockard’s face was more than satisfying. Out of fear of losing his composure, Jack did not dare to look elsewhere but directly on Jockard. There was faint giggling and murmurs throughout the crew of The Pearl, and if he gazed at them now, Jack would surely crumble to the ground, laughing himself into silliness. Finally, Jockard regained his speech, cleared his voice and said: “Hey there Jack. Didn’t see you there. Aye. Some. Rum. Would. Be. Fine.” He replied between gritted teeth.



“Tha’s wonderful. Why don’t you join me up here, and we’ll have a drink. For ol’ time’s sake, ey?” Jack handed Jockard a bottle of rum, and the pirate lord received it with a sombre look on his face.



“So? How’s your father doing, Jack?” Jockard said, smiling contemptuously.



“Oh, ye know, he’s in Heaven now. Or Hell. Wha’ does it matter? One man’s heaven is another man’s Hell, ye know?”



“Absolutely. And speaking of Hell, Jack Sparrow, how is life these days, now tha’ you’ve sold your soul to the East Indian Trading Company as well as to a demon?”



“Well, let’s just have one thing clear, shall we? The East Indian Tradin’ Company is just a client, like any other client. Secondly, I never sold my soul to anyone.”



“Whatever Jack. Now, I’ve been drinking your rum, I’ve been more than nice chatting to you, the lowlife that you are, and now I think it’s time I addressed the real captain of this godforsaken ship.” Jockard said, nodding in John’s direction. “You asked me to be nice; I’ve played nice. Let’s talk business. I am need of a favour, and if you take a look over to my ship, you may look at your reward.”



Jack turned his eye to stare over to The Ranger. Shite and then some! There was no way John would be able to resist that!



John turned around in silence, gazing over to the other boat. He didn’t need a telescope to see that the main deck was now littered by frightened prisoners who had been herded up from the prison cells below. English and Irish priests. A dozen of them. John became aware of his own open-mouthed staring. Upon closing his jaw and recomposing himself, he shifted his gaze to Jack and frowned. It took some effort to turn his back to such an enjoyable treat, but John succeeded. He continued to stare at the sea with the image of the frightened priest on his retina. An irreversible need was quickly building inside his breeches. Not good.



“So” Jockard continued, not having missed John’s expression of face at all, “what say you?”



Patience. Humility. Just keep breathing. John kept silent.



Finally, it was Jack who broke the silence: “Wha’ kind of favour would me boy be doin’ in return fer...tha’?!” Jack motioned over to the spectacle at the other ship. All though he had a general idea of what John would do to them, he preferred not to know. Jockard addressed John again when he replied: “There’s a certain casket. It’s buried at sea in the bowels of an English Galleon. HMS Centurion.”



“A slave galleon” John stated. In a flash, he saw the hundreds of lives lost with the ship. They were chained to the hulls. They couldn’t get out. Men, women and children – all drowned. The horrors they all suffered as water poured into their confinements. Their last, panicked breaths and the painful convulsions as water filled their lungs. A wooden casket with the bones of a shaman and a great African leader. There was some magic attached to it. And John understood it was not Jockard’s intention to deliver it back to the African people. He had a far more egoistical reason. John glanced at the prisoners once more. Tempting. Very tempting indeed.