Legends of the Treasure Child

Jack Sparrow’s head and hands were caught in a pillory, and he moaned in pain every time the fist-thick erection of the Thyrion ploughed its way into his puckered entrance. He’d finish his moans with a scream, for the Thyrion’s member was way too long for all of it to be fitted, and it would fill him to a maximum and then some. For Jack Sparrow it felt like the Thyrion’s member was going up and into his stomach. He was filled with fear, dreading every single thrust, for he had not forgotten the images from his first time with the demon, of the unfortunate pirate who’d been pierced by the Thyrion’s cock, the blood gushing out of the dying pirate’s mouth as the last thing he must have felt was the Thyrion thrusting in and out. Jack didn’t want to end up that way. Normally he wouldn’t have feared dying. But this wasn’t normal.
He was dripping of sweat, the beads dripping from his tanned body into a pool beneath him on the stone floor. Jack simply could not relax, all of his muscles straining, fighting what could not be fought. Unconsciousness would not claim him, forcing him to endure every single thrust with his heart in his throat for what would come next. His legs had gone tired a long time ago from standing in such a rigid position, balancing out the Thyrion’s pushing, and Jack was basically dangling, his knees quivering from the strain. It seemed like eternity, for the pale light from the window provided no sun which told him time was indeed passing.

The Thyrion shifted his hold again, and Jack caught his breath, his throat screaming for water. The demon had pulled out, and Jack was allowed a break as the demon separated the horizontal piece of the pillory restraining Jack, from the wooden legs it was attached to. He dragged Jack over to a wooden trough filled with water, and threw his head in it. It was nice and cool yes, but Jack found himself unable to hoist his head out as the pillory’s weight dragged him down. His position was shifted; allowing him to struggle above water, as the Thyrion positioned himself between his legs once more, entering him into his birthcanal. Jack got to breathe a few times before the thrusts sent him nose first into the trough, making it impossible to get his head out again.
It was strangely arousing, as his rectum was dripping with the numerous loads of sperm from the Thyrion’s previous attacks at him, coating the birth canal, running further down and providing moisture, caressing Jack’s neglected half-erect cock with its hotness, running upwards across his belly and into the water trough.
Jack was almost out of air, and struggled to get his head out of the water. Arousing as it was, and not by far as painful as being taken in his ass, yet he had some trouble with the size, he could not disregard the fact that he was about to drown. His hands were locked, and his fingers searched frantically for something nearby to help him lever himself out. He tried shifting his weight, pushing backwards while levering his torso up. It worked long enough for him to gasp for air, filling his pained lungs with more air, before another thrust sent him under again. This went on for quite a while, and he managed to steal breaths this way, feeling himself growing quite hard. And in the end he almost forgot to come up for air as he nearly lost himself in the heat emanating from between his legs. When the Thyrion finally came, Jack heard him roar, the water dulling the roar. He was dragged out and thrown to the floor, landing on his back with a heavy thump to the stone floor. It did nothing good for his back which was stiff and sore after having been forced into such an unnatural position across the trough for so long. He lay sprawled on the floor, and Jack found himself unable to move as his limbs had stiffened. The Thyrion saw this, saw his legs wide apart, almost invitingly, saw Jack erect member and jumped at him again, impaling him with his long cock.

“Please!” Jack wailed, “I’m so sore, please have mercy!” he sobbed, “Why can’t you be nice for a change?!” The Thyrion stopped to look at him. Oh, the human was talking. Was it important, no probably not. “Listen, please, I understand that you’re not exactly of the romantic kind, but please, won’t you take a break soon? It hurts!” Jack sobbed, his voice cracking, hoarse as he was from screaming. “Maybe have a snack? Not from me, but you know, of someone else?”
He noticed that his words held some effect, as the Thyrion once again stopped to listen to his voice. The Thyrion licked his lips, contemplating Jack’s suggestion. A bite. Yes. Just a little one. “And could you *please* help me with that*?” Jack pleaded, nodding towards his own aching erection which was badly in need of assistance. He felt his bad luck turning as the demon showed further understanding of his words as it bowed its neck to look down between Jack’s legs.
The Thyrion took it gently between clawed fingers and sniffed at it.

“That’s a good boy. You just suck on that for a little whi—!“ Jack almost bit off his tongue as sheer pain convulsed through his abdomen, and he screamed time and time again while he watched the Thyrion bite off and eat his genitals. The surroundings spun, and Jack felt nauseous from the incredible pain. Then, finally, came blissful unconsciousness.