Legends of the Treasure Child : Demon Spawn
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
30
Views:
9,855
Reviews:
24
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Stay away from Jack Sparrow
Just as John shut the cabin door behind him, the mighty wings of the Thyrion brushed through the air, and his tall figure dwarfed that of John as he came to hover in the air above, his voice resounding demandingly in John’s head:
*Show me my offspring!*
“In due time” John replied, speaking directly to him, showing his father he was not afraid, “it is Jack’s decision, and after the way you handled him last time, I doubt you’ll be seeing them anytime soon” John looked up to meet his father’s coal black eyes.
*They are mine! I demand that they’re shown to me!* the Thyrion persisted, snorting angrily.
“Show him some respect! He bleeds for you. And his tears fall because—“
*—and rightfully he should! A thief, whore and scavenger living in The Light that is the Lord Lucifer. He reaps as he sows.*
“Those days have passed. He shall be a righteous man now—“John replied, trying to calm his trembling voice.
*—his greed for immortality shall be his undoing—*
“—aye, we’re already passed all that living forever being pregnant thingy topic, savvy? Let’s atleast try to move on a little—“ John rubbed his face in his palms, sighing heavily.
*—I will not have him living in The Light* the Thyrion stated.
John was diverted by the Thyrion’s bobbing erection, as it moved slightly with Thyrions hovering in the air. He stared at it in amazement for a moment, wondering how Jack had managed to stay alive while being raped with that huge thing, and for a moment John pictured himself having it up in his own arse. He shuddered at the thought.
*Yes..., that’s right, offspring of mine; you should be respectful of it as well. This is what gave you your life, your power—*
“Oh you really think so? I don’t owe you squat! The Treasure Children come to this existence through you, not by you. We’re entities who materialize when the circumstances are just the way they should be. A quirk in the never ending cosmos of heavens and hells” John retorted.
*You dare disown me as your Sire?* The Thyrion replied angrily, *you dare imply that you do not answer to the Thyrion Clan? That you’re not the descendant of The Demon King of the former Seventh Plane? Conceited child!*
“We have a clan now? That’s news to me. What else have you so conveniently forgotten to tell me?” John said with a quirky smile. He’d achieved his goal, triumphing inside, for the Thyrion had forgotten his initial demand about his newborn offspring. Besides, having a good pointless argument with a demon warlord was as refreshing as taking a bath in ice water.
*Answer me! You dare disown me?!*
John hesitated for a moment, then replying silently: “Aye. How could I possibly deny that I’m yours? But I refuse to have anything to do with-, with that..!” John growled, waving towards the Thyrion’s majestic manhood.
*I can see that I must teach you some obedience* the Thyrion replied low. John sensed a wicked grin through the words. He looked up at his demon father again, to indeed find the demon flashing a lusty grin at him.
“Stop that! You’re not fooling anyone. You know just as well as I that you hold no power over me. I was born to be your equal, not your minion. Treasure Children roam free to wherever the wind brings them” John waved at him again, wishing to end the conversation.
*We’ll see, dearest offspring, about who’s going to dominate who here” Thyrion grinned again, flashing his fangs.
“Stay away from Jack Sparrow, or I’ll have your head and your-, your...”John said pointing in disgust at Thyrion’s erection, “that, that thing-, on a plate, I swear!”
Just then, newborn wails came from inside the cabin door. Thyrion immediately responded, making to get to the door. But John came there first, blocking his way in.
*They wish to feed*
“Most likely” John replied, “but they won’t be able to feed if you’re going to be there and interrupt their meal now, savvy?”
*I demand that they be shown to me* Thyrion said grimly.
“They eat first, savvy? Would it help if I told you they’re perfect and well?”
*They must feed. The Childbearer—*
“—there has only been one whom righteously deserves that name and he’s been gone for four thousand years—“
*I want to see my children* Thyrion spoke angrily now, acting in a threatening manner.
“I—“ John sighed heavily, “get rid of the angelspawn first. And Daniel and Nathaniel needs time—“
*What? What did you call them?*
“The Children? Nathaniel and Daniel. Sparrow.”
*They have no need for mortal names. Silly names. Warlords do not need names*
“Whatever. I must assist Jack. Wait and do not attempt to come inside. I’ll fry you like a polar shrimp if I see you, savvy?!” John watched Thyrion take off. Then one last sentence resounded in his head:
*If I fight them, they’ll know I have an agenda.*
“Better to catch them off their guard then” John muttered under his breath and went inside, closing and bolting the door behind him.
William looked like he’d just been roused from sleep, and he was in the middle of carrying one of the crying twins over to Jack. Glancing at the cradle told John that it was Nathaniel who got to lay next to Jack first, but Jack immediately responded that it didn’t work, and John helped Will to get Jack into a sitting position so he could have both babies with him at the same time. John saw Will stare wide-eyed at Jack for a moment as Jack opened his linen shirt, displaying a pair of middle sized breasts to the bursting point with milk. Jack sighed dejectedly, saying:
“I’d forgotten what a bloody nuisance these jugs were. Not even a day old are ye, me lads, and these melons are already more than ripe. How do I do this? Can I feed them both at once?”
“Aye, you need two pillow, one on each side like this” John responded, tucking some sleeping pillows beneath Jack’s arms. He then helped place the babies on top of them, making sure each little mouth connected with the nipple. They latched on with ease, and Jack’s mouth shaped a perfect, soundless ‘O’ as they began to suck greedily, draining him of milk. The sensation of two small mouths at once, each working individually, required some getting used to.
“Watch and learn” John told Will with a smile, “now you’ll know how to help Mrs. Turner after you get her into the same predicament as Jack here”.
“In deed. And what a welcome predicament it shall be. Again and again. And again” Will smiled, taking another swig from his bottle of rum. It was nearly empty.
“Dad?” John sat down, sensing it was time to ask, “the Thyrion has respectfully asked if he could see his children.”
“Respectfully, ey?” Jack replied, cocking one eyebrow, “doesn’t sound quite like ‘im. I’d like to see ‘im ask me ‘imself. In personae, if ye get me meanin’ ” Jack said sourly. He quickly lit up again by the sight of his infants who were hard at work slurping his milk with contented noises. “I feel like I’m bein’ eaten alive here!” he added, huffing, “I’m goin’ tha’ get so sore!”
*Show me my offspring!*
“In due time” John replied, speaking directly to him, showing his father he was not afraid, “it is Jack’s decision, and after the way you handled him last time, I doubt you’ll be seeing them anytime soon” John looked up to meet his father’s coal black eyes.
*They are mine! I demand that they’re shown to me!* the Thyrion persisted, snorting angrily.
“Show him some respect! He bleeds for you. And his tears fall because—“
*—and rightfully he should! A thief, whore and scavenger living in The Light that is the Lord Lucifer. He reaps as he sows.*
“Those days have passed. He shall be a righteous man now—“John replied, trying to calm his trembling voice.
*—his greed for immortality shall be his undoing—*
“—aye, we’re already passed all that living forever being pregnant thingy topic, savvy? Let’s atleast try to move on a little—“ John rubbed his face in his palms, sighing heavily.
*—I will not have him living in The Light* the Thyrion stated.
John was diverted by the Thyrion’s bobbing erection, as it moved slightly with Thyrions hovering in the air. He stared at it in amazement for a moment, wondering how Jack had managed to stay alive while being raped with that huge thing, and for a moment John pictured himself having it up in his own arse. He shuddered at the thought.
*Yes..., that’s right, offspring of mine; you should be respectful of it as well. This is what gave you your life, your power—*
“Oh you really think so? I don’t owe you squat! The Treasure Children come to this existence through you, not by you. We’re entities who materialize when the circumstances are just the way they should be. A quirk in the never ending cosmos of heavens and hells” John retorted.
*You dare disown me as your Sire?* The Thyrion replied angrily, *you dare imply that you do not answer to the Thyrion Clan? That you’re not the descendant of The Demon King of the former Seventh Plane? Conceited child!*
“We have a clan now? That’s news to me. What else have you so conveniently forgotten to tell me?” John said with a quirky smile. He’d achieved his goal, triumphing inside, for the Thyrion had forgotten his initial demand about his newborn offspring. Besides, having a good pointless argument with a demon warlord was as refreshing as taking a bath in ice water.
*Answer me! You dare disown me?!*
John hesitated for a moment, then replying silently: “Aye. How could I possibly deny that I’m yours? But I refuse to have anything to do with-, with that..!” John growled, waving towards the Thyrion’s majestic manhood.
*I can see that I must teach you some obedience* the Thyrion replied low. John sensed a wicked grin through the words. He looked up at his demon father again, to indeed find the demon flashing a lusty grin at him.
“Stop that! You’re not fooling anyone. You know just as well as I that you hold no power over me. I was born to be your equal, not your minion. Treasure Children roam free to wherever the wind brings them” John waved at him again, wishing to end the conversation.
*We’ll see, dearest offspring, about who’s going to dominate who here” Thyrion grinned again, flashing his fangs.
“Stay away from Jack Sparrow, or I’ll have your head and your-, your...”John said pointing in disgust at Thyrion’s erection, “that, that thing-, on a plate, I swear!”
Just then, newborn wails came from inside the cabin door. Thyrion immediately responded, making to get to the door. But John came there first, blocking his way in.
*They wish to feed*
“Most likely” John replied, “but they won’t be able to feed if you’re going to be there and interrupt their meal now, savvy?”
*I demand that they be shown to me* Thyrion said grimly.
“They eat first, savvy? Would it help if I told you they’re perfect and well?”
*They must feed. The Childbearer—*
“—there has only been one whom righteously deserves that name and he’s been gone for four thousand years—“
*I want to see my children* Thyrion spoke angrily now, acting in a threatening manner.
“I—“ John sighed heavily, “get rid of the angelspawn first. And Daniel and Nathaniel needs time—“
*What? What did you call them?*
“The Children? Nathaniel and Daniel. Sparrow.”
*They have no need for mortal names. Silly names. Warlords do not need names*
“Whatever. I must assist Jack. Wait and do not attempt to come inside. I’ll fry you like a polar shrimp if I see you, savvy?!” John watched Thyrion take off. Then one last sentence resounded in his head:
*If I fight them, they’ll know I have an agenda.*
“Better to catch them off their guard then” John muttered under his breath and went inside, closing and bolting the door behind him.
William looked like he’d just been roused from sleep, and he was in the middle of carrying one of the crying twins over to Jack. Glancing at the cradle told John that it was Nathaniel who got to lay next to Jack first, but Jack immediately responded that it didn’t work, and John helped Will to get Jack into a sitting position so he could have both babies with him at the same time. John saw Will stare wide-eyed at Jack for a moment as Jack opened his linen shirt, displaying a pair of middle sized breasts to the bursting point with milk. Jack sighed dejectedly, saying:
“I’d forgotten what a bloody nuisance these jugs were. Not even a day old are ye, me lads, and these melons are already more than ripe. How do I do this? Can I feed them both at once?”
“Aye, you need two pillow, one on each side like this” John responded, tucking some sleeping pillows beneath Jack’s arms. He then helped place the babies on top of them, making sure each little mouth connected with the nipple. They latched on with ease, and Jack’s mouth shaped a perfect, soundless ‘O’ as they began to suck greedily, draining him of milk. The sensation of two small mouths at once, each working individually, required some getting used to.
“Watch and learn” John told Will with a smile, “now you’ll know how to help Mrs. Turner after you get her into the same predicament as Jack here”.
“In deed. And what a welcome predicament it shall be. Again and again. And again” Will smiled, taking another swig from his bottle of rum. It was nearly empty.
“Dad?” John sat down, sensing it was time to ask, “the Thyrion has respectfully asked if he could see his children.”
“Respectfully, ey?” Jack replied, cocking one eyebrow, “doesn’t sound quite like ‘im. I’d like to see ‘im ask me ‘imself. In personae, if ye get me meanin’ ” Jack said sourly. He quickly lit up again by the sight of his infants who were hard at work slurping his milk with contented noises. “I feel like I’m bein’ eaten alive here!” he added, huffing, “I’m goin’ tha’ get so sore!”