Page 124 of Unbinding the Demon
All of a sudden, out from the dark, inky waters, a vessel seemingly spewed straight from the depths of Hell appeared. Three large posts held the massive black sails, capturing the evil, unnatural winds that pulled it swiftly toward us. Seawater billowed as the dark wood of the ghoulish ship cut through the tempestuous waves. A horrifying undead gargoyle statue hovered just below the bowsprit. Its menacing, bat-like wings hugged the ship’s sides. Above the desolate crow’s nest, a dark flag unfurled like a shroud. It bore the haunting sigil of a demon, an emblem that was all too familiar. The sinister banner danced in the wind, and as it fluttered, the shadows loomed larger, casting an eerie spell over the ship.
My face paled as I beheld the unsettling spectacle of mephistophelian horrors. But deep down, I was secretly giggling...Jeez,that thing is ominous as fuck.
“Sail, ho! Sail, ho!” some scallywag shouted. “Captain Barnaclebeard! We’re being pursued!”
“Arrrgh!”Captain Barnaclebeard’s face flushed with rage. “Dudley! Fetch me thee good ol’ spyglass.” He put a grimy hand on his worn pirate hat to keep it from blowing away, as his black barnacle-encrusted beard and ratty, old red captain’s coat flapped in the sinister winds.
An academically challenged buccaneer rushed over and handed him a monocle. “No! Not the eyeglass!The spyglass!You bilge-sucking landlubber!” the captain hissed with disdain. Dudley bumbled through his jacket in a hurry. He then pulled out a bronze telescope, which the captain snatched up and peered through. “Well, shiver me timbers,” he drawled lowly in his gravelly pirate voice. “That thar be a demon ship... a vessel of pure evil.” His face was stoic, as if he knew impending doom was upon them. “Weigh the anchor and hoist the mizzen! Lest we all become fish food!”
The crew began frantically clodhopping around, preparing to set sails—but they were too late. The unholy ghost ship pulled up beside us. Then a mysterious, sexy lone pirate came swiftly swinging in on a rope, with his long, braided black hair swooshing through the air behind him. His tall, muscular frame flipped down and gracefully landed on the deck.
He was adorned in solid black 1800s attire, contrasting his flawless ivory complexion. The folded tops of his cavalier boots rested just beneath his knees, blending with the tight trousers which deliciously hugged his masculine hindquarters. And also, his um...jolly roger. His sleeves were rolled halfway up his strong biceps, with the low V-cut of his shirt revealing a sinful glimpse of his firm chest. A small gold ring glinted on his right ear, matching the golden shade of his alluring demonic eyes.
“Arr! Cleave him to the brisket!”Captain Barnaclebeard yelled, his eyes blazing with fury.
“Aye, aye!”The crew all pulled their weapons out and converged on the devilishly handsome intruder. In one swift, mellifluous swoosh, the lone pirate pulled his long, menacing cutlass out and sliced the closest man’s head clean off. With an inhuman growl, he roundhouse kicked the severed head up into the air. Blood sprayed out from the stump of the neck as it flew over toward some lazily loafing seagulls. They squawked in startlement and flew away in fright as it landed.
A tumult of shouting and nautical chaos broke out, while the mysterious pirate began fighting off the filthy marauders. He slaughtered them ruthlessly, one by one. Metal flashed as swords slashed and clashed together in their macabre dance. The devilish man moved with swift agility and unnatural strength, overpowering the bungling crew. My heart raced in my chest from the anticipation of it all. I tugged weakly at my restraints like a poor, helpless damsel as the violent brawl continued.
The long curved blade of the diabolical cutlass slashed through the last remaining crew member’s chest, leaving just the handsome stranger and Captain Barnaclebeard standing. The two men let out angry shouts as their swords clashed with loud, fierce blows. Steel rang out as a sharp duet of defiance echoed in the air. Their faces contorted with looks of hatred and hostility, while their cutlasses strenuously pushed against one another. Barnaclebeard punched the stranger square in the jaw, yet it seemed to have little effect on him. The stranger grinned wickedly, then stabbed him up through the gut.
“Your swashbuckling days are over, Barnaclebeard!” the mysterious pirate growled, then ripped his weapon back out. Captain Barnaclebeard gurgled on his own blood, then his lifeless body flopped to the floor with a thud.
A few loose hairs framed the pirate’s cruel yet handsome face as he turned to me. “Well, well, well...” his deep, silky voice drawled. Heavy footsteps thumped across the planks, echoing ominously as he paced toward me with the careful precision of a predator sizing up its prey. “Now, what do we have here?” He gazed upon me with dark curiosity and lust.
I cleared my throat, then spoke in a poorly portrayed fake British accent. “I am merely an innocent captive, and of no threat nor of any good use to you, oh dreadful pirate.” Air filled my lungs as I tried to puff my bosom out toward him. “You will find that the captain’s treasure is stockpiled below deck. You may take what you wish, but I beg of you, please release me so that I may return from whence I came.”
“I did not come for the captain’s treasure, only to spill his blood. Although it would seem I have stumbled upon a trouvaille, nonetheless,” he mused with wickedness. “You claim you are of no good use to me, yetI must disagree.” His chin lifted as his eyes lasciviously raked over my body, lingering on my heaving breasts. I internally smiled but kept my expression stony. “For you see, many years I have sailed across the posidonia-adorned seas, beneath the illumined rivers of Ophiuchus, all the way to Cassiopeia’s celestial shores. I’ve seen all of the natural grandeur this world has to offer. I have beheld the most opulent of golden temples and magnificent marbled kingdoms lined with precious stones.” His imposing frame now stood right before me. He dripped with raw seduction and somehow didn’t have a single drop of blood on him.
Using the flat tip of his sword, he lifted my chin, forcing me to meet his piercing demonic gaze. “And yet, none of those things, not diamonds, sapphires, nor rubies, could ever compare to the splendor of the glittering emeralds I see before me now.” The tip of his blade slowly trailed down my throat, past my collarbone, until it rested on my heaving bosom. “I have heard many tales of your immense beauty, but the spoken legends do you no such justice,Princess Buttercup.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, even though I was blushing terribly. “So you know who I am. Then you must also be aware that my family will pay you unimaginable riches for my safe return.”
“Aye, I am aware. Unfortunately for you, your highness, all the riches in the world pale in comparison to the resplendence of the treasure I’ve now set my eyes upon. Such as these saucy... doubloons.” He lewdly tapped my breasts with the sword, then stepped back with a lustful grin. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Demon Pirate Azathoth.” He bowed with elegance while performing a graceful twirl of his cutlass out beside him.
“Are you sure you’re not the Dread Pirate Roberts?” I joked, then bit the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. He’d certainly have no idea who that was.
“Quite sure,” he replied, a hint of confusion evident as he raised a brow.
Yep, no idea.
“I have heard many frightful tales of your cruelty, Demon Pirate Azathoth,” I said while snapping back into character.
“Have you now?” he purred in a predatory tone as his fingertips traced the contours of my jawline. His face leaned in so that his mouth was right next to my ear. “Well then, shall I show you just how cruel I can be?” His hot breath fanned my sensitive skin, sending a shiver up my spine.
I lifted my gaze to meet his as he slowly pulled his head away from my ear.“Show me,”I whispered dramatically, with hooded eyes.
“As you wish.”
“Are you kidding—”
His mouth swooped down and captured mine, holding my words hostage with a rough, passionate kiss. Our lips moved together as the tempestuous waves moved across the sea, while our tongues fenced in a fervent duel. His dominating tongue set forth on a conquest to vanquish my own into complete surrender, and I didn’t stand a chance. He bit my lower lip with a lusty growl as I wantonly submitted to his ruthless attack.
With an abrupt, demonic roar, he slashed through the ropes that bound me and threw me over his shoulder like a barbaric fiend. His hand smacked my bum with lecherous intent, and then he cut another rope and grabbed hold of it. I screamed, and my big frilly dress fluttered all around as we were hoisted up into the air, swinging across the deep ocean waters.
Then, for literally no logical reason whatsoever, the entire ship exploded and split in two right behind us. Planks and other debris went flying all willy-nilly out from the massive plume of flames. I watched with wide, shocked eyes as the two smoking halves of the vessel sank beneath the bubbling waves.
We descended upon the back deck of the diabolical ship, next to the large wheel. The pirate placed me on my feet and braced my back against his hard chest. The dark clouds unnaturally parted, revealing the low-hanging sun in the gold-painted horizon, breaking the realism of the dream. “Alas, it would seem eventide is upon us.” His large hands grasped my hips while he slowly ground his impressive erection against my lower back. “Looks like I’m going to have to make love to you as we sail off into the sunset together.”
