Legends of the Treasure Child : Demon Spawn

″Admit it, Jack!″ Mr. Gibbs exclaimed, flailing his arms, ″things were a lot better in the old piraty days!″ His eyes seemed ablaze, reflecting the golden shimmer from the bounty they'd taken from Jockard's flagship.



″We must all attempt to tip-toe down the narrow path, Mr. Gibbs. I'm amazed at how easily ye let yerself be tempted once temptation materializes in front of ye very eye. We must not let ourselves stray now.″



″Now you're not makin' any sense″ Mr. Gibbs shook his head bewildered.



″Aye, I admit that it would be very easy to turn pirate again – lord knows I've done it before – but come, Mr. Gibbs, we're respectable people now.″



″Meanin' we be surrendin' the treasure to the proper authorities?″ Mr. Gibbs wanted to know, narrowing his eyes.



″Of course. We'll be handin' over the treasure when – and only when – we know for sure we're dealin' with just people who will return the treasure back to those who lost it. It would be the right thing tha' do. However, good men are hard to find these days, and I intend to hold on to the treasure until said good people can be found. And tha' might just be takin' a good while, if ye get me meanin. After all, tell me Mr. Gibbs, where are we?!″



″Uh? Not a clue, Sir!″



″There ye go! We be in foreign territory and we be without knowledge about who else roams these waters. So the only reasonable thing tha' do, is the keep the treasure to ourselves. For safekeepin', savvy?!″



″Safe and sound!″ Mr. Gibbs concluded triumphantly.



″Safe and sound″ Jack repeated, nodding in agreement. Turning to behold the booty they'd taken, his eyes seemed just as golden as John's for a moment there. What harm could a little daydreaming back to the good old days, as Mr. Gibbs called it, possibly do? Turning on his heel, he made his way back up on main deck to see if John had heeded his summoning. In deed he had. Against the clear blue sky and the fast moving clouds far above, John represented a breath-taking sight. He was clad in a white linen shirt, a knee-long embroidered gray vest, black trousers and knee high boots. A mild breezed played with his long brown hair, making the trinkets shimmer and sparkle. The gaze of those golden eyes made Jack feel like he was being claimed in body and soul, making him secretly wish for John to be his master demon, and not that tyrannic Saieros character. Glancing about, Jack knew it was not only he who became mesmerized and intrigued with John's charismatic appearance. He'd seen it in the faces of those norse young men as well. They desired a piece of John, though Jack doubted it was of sexual character. More like wealth and power, Jack imagined. John wasn't one to mix his harem boys with Jack's crew. It was against some unwritten rule; Kind of like when you grow up and find employment as a sailor, you don't round up all your wenches from every port and put them on the very ship where you work. That would be asking for trouble. Though Jack had to admit to himself that the idea itself concerning a dozen wenches just for him on board the Black Pearl did have a certain entertaining ring to it.



″Are you familiar in these waters, John?!″ Jack asked, letting the imaginary, half naked wenches depart from his mind.



″We're about to sail above a vortex. A hellmouth unable to close. If we are to sail directly above it, it would be the most direct route back to Caribbean waters. And also the most dangerous one.″



″Hellmouth, ey? Wha' would tha' mean, precisely?!″ Just as Jack asked the very question, he noticed several ears among the crew being literally flipped and tuned to the conversation like live antennae.



″Some ten thousand years before Christ, there existed a powerful general of God's armies in Heaven. He decided he would be ruler of Hell and set out to crush the levels one by one. He found the hellmouth, which is one of many mouths on the surface of the Earth, and besieged it with his troops. A hellmouth is basically a place where the veil between the Earth and Hell is thinner than usual, allowing demonic and angelic creatures to pass through uninhibited. However, the general didn't count on all the kings to unite against him. They defended the mouth well, but eventually it exhausted their resources. In an effort to make one last stand, the Demon Kings united their powers and used the hellmouth to literally swallow the city which the general had built around the battlement in order to have a steady flow of supplies. The city consisted of angels and human 'uh' well, familiars. Or shall I be plain and just call them slaves?″



″Atlantis″ Jack stated.



″Spot on, Dad.″



″Wha' happened to the city?″



″The inhabitants were slaughtered, the angels ripped apart, and the ruins of the city descended into Hell until it stabilized, forming the dirt of the platform where the Demon king of the Seventh Plane built his new empire.″



″Why do I get the feelin' I'm a piece of a hugish intricate puzzle?!″ Jack moaned, flailing his arms to understate the obvious.



″The Demon King of the Seventh Plane always were more 'benevolent' than the other demon kings. It's the very foundation – t he goodness of Heaven seeped through the bricks like water into wood. But it wasn't enough to keep injustice from happening to Paris. It wasn't enough for me to hang on to the insides of his belly″ John said with grief in his voice at the sudden memories. ″Anyway″, he continued with a shrug, ″the hellmouth is prone to allow for any kind of creature to pass through, should it be disturbed. I recommend a course safely away – a solid detour – I'd say.″



″Then detour it is. No need to take unnecessary risks. Besides, The Pearl need to be repaired and we can't do tha' if we have to fight some hellish creature at the same time″ Jack decided.



″The Crimson Lotus will be your escort back into safe waters.″





Upon returning to the cabin of the Crimson, John found Jamie and James in deep conversation. They'd apparently bonded quite platonically, and it was fascinating to see how James seemed like only and elder and more manly version of Jamie. They both shared the features in men which would catch and hold John's attention. Their backsides had the same shape which gave John an immediate erection, and the curve of their necks were equally appetizing. Though Jamie was blond and James was brown-haired, the hair on their heads curved the same way, giving them a slightly untidy look which made John's mouth water and his groin ache with impending need. His cock already rock hard just from making these slight observations, John put down a tray piled with food by the fire. The boys ate in silence, apparently waiting for John to speak or act.

When Jamie was nearly finished, John decided to move up behind him. Noticing the attention, Jamie paused to allow John to pull Jamie's breeches down to his knees. Paying James no heed, John opened his own trousers to reveal an aching member begging and weeping to impale something, anything! And in particularly that deep pink puckered entrance which disclosed itself like an open sesame as Jamie – who knelt in front of his plate on the floor – bent forward and commenced to eat and lick up the scraps on his plate like a dog. He intentionally swayed his back, knowing it would reveal more of his backside to John, silently inviting him inside. Not one movement went unnoticed. John observed everything – almost coming just from the very sight of the boy bending over to eat his food like an animal – the light of the flames playing in the boy's horny eyes, telling him: Come take me like a beast, work me hard! Fuck my brains out! His golden locks fell onto his forehead, obscuring those delicate features, adding a seductive touch to the pouting mouth, half open – the tongue feeling its way around the lips, tasting spicy, spicy sauce spermlike color. Good God! John had to look away and restrain himself. He was about to explode. He'd give anything for a cold bath! Glancing at James, he found a moments distraction.

James had frozen, just staring at the scene unfolding not a meter away from where he was sitting. His fork which was piled with food had stranded mid-air between the plate and his mouth and James gazed open-mouthed at Jamie and John. The almost virginal and sober reaction prompted John to focus back on Jamie. He coated his aching erection in red wine and ointment before he positioned his hungry manhood at Jamie's back door, taking care to 'knock gently' upon entering until he found himself buried to the hilt. Exercising great restraint, John issued his thrusts with delicacy and almost no force – a conscious tease to both of them. Jamie seemed content to be fucked and to eat at the same time, moaning loudly and whimpering between mouthfuls. He was rock hard as well – despite having done nothing to administer such hardness at all. He arched his back some more, hoping it would do something for him since John was bent on keeping the same torturous slow pace.

Having licked his plate clean, he moved to dessert. It was apple pie with sweetened goat cream, and Jamie commenced as before to eat it doggy-style, enjoying the rush he got from their little game of master and servant. He paused to observe that John was touching something inside – something which seemed to rush from his groin and out through his body like a tidal wave. He came hard having his mouth full of pie, moaning himself through the ordeal. Then, and only then, did John quicken the pace, pounding furiously away at Jamie's backside. He barely had time to pull out as the orgasm came, spurting his semen along Jamie's delicately arched back. And on making contact with the skin, the sperm immediately turned to gold. Breathing rapidly, John collapsed on top of Jamie's back, resting his head for some moments.

Upon catching their breaths, they both turned to gaze at James. He was quiet, wide-eyed and looking a little scared. Or something else. It was hard to tell, until John happened to glance at his crotch. Hidden beneath the breeches waited what could only be an erection. It revealed itself like a mountain peak covered by a downfall of snow, as it was leaking through the fabric. The sight of the startled ex-priest immediately set new fire to John's manhood, and upon glancing at the untouched meal, he said: ″Dear James, you haven't eaten anything. And you've spilled food on the floorboards″ John nodded towards the floor next to James' right leg where the fork lay with food scattered about.



″How could you be so heedless, young man?!″ John heard Jamie snicker before he continued on his pie, obviously getting the joke as to where James was completely in the blue.



″Lick it off my floorboards right now″ John told James a little sternly. Gathering his senses, James replied: ″I will do no such thing, Sir! I'm not – I'm not like that″ James glanced over to Jamie. ″I will only eat in a dignified manner, like a civilized person!″



″Dignified, ey?″ John replied sourly. ″Mr. Scarborough, wouldn't you agree, Sir, that it would seem like Sir over here requires a little disciplining, wouldn't you say?″



″In deed, Captain.″



John rose quickly and went over to the bed. Opening a drawer below the bed, he rummaged around for something while he said: ″I believe what our honorable ex-priest over here needs, is a little bit of spanking. Just a little something to set the mood.″

No sooner had John spoken, before James was on his feet, flying towards the cabin door. Turning around, John watched as James ripped the door open. There, he came to a freeze before he screamed in terror at what greeted him on the outside. Falling backwards, kicking frantically, he continued to scream as a dozen skinless, bony arms reached for him. A chant of muffled, moaning voices cried at him, and mixed in this strange symphony of miserable, once human voices could be heard clear and distinct cries for help. James recognized the voices of his peers, and horror struck him anew upon realizing they were forced to fend for themselves on the main deck among these ghastly undead and their crawing, scratching, clawing and hungry hands. John was there instantaneous and closed the door between themselves and the unworthly creatures. He then turned to James and said:



″Question is, Sir: Would you rather stay in here, in safety, and enjoy the caresses of my whip on your backside, or would you rather I threw you to the jealous crewmen waiting for you outside that door?″