#mafia!beej

    “I told you, he doesn’t eat humans...anymore…” He trailed off softly, pausing on his trek to turn towards you, cupping your cheek with a comforting hand. “Breathe easy now, cher. I’ve been servin’ Beetlejuice faithfully for centuries, and I know him better than anyone. As long as you’re respectful, ain’t no reason to worry your pretty little head about him. Truth is...he’s been askin’ for you. I’ve told him all the stories, how you swept us all off our feet, and he’s curious. He’ll love you, just like we all do. So just be yourself, alright?”

Smiling softly, you nodded, nuzzling your cheek into his hand. Seemingly satisfied, he rubbed the pad of his thumb over your cheek with a fond gleam in his eye.

“Now, eyes on the ground. We’ll be there soon.” And with a soft kiss to your parted lips, he was back to leading you through the jungle, and for a moment, your worries were calmed. However, the closer you got to your destination, the more and more nervous you became. What would he look like? What might he want with you? Those thoughts and more raced through your mind a mile a minute as you finally came upon an imposing structure of black marble and gold, nestled in the middle of an isle surrounded by a vast lake of murky water, nearly black with upturned soil. You wondered how you’d get across until Bee began to mutter in a language that sounded so ancient you felt like you were wrong to hear it. The water began to unsettle at the surface, first in little rings before slowly beginning to part in small waves, rushing out of the way of the small black boat rising to rest at the edge of the lake, a green ouroboros marred with algae and grime emblazoned on the back. Your eyes widened watching the entire display, still not entirely used to the magic Bee had been blessed with by his deity. He turned back to you, holding his hand out with a gentle, encouraging smile, and despite the strangeness of this entire afternoon, you couldn’t help but smile back, nodding your head to steady yourself before taking his hand and allowing him to help you step into the boat, the surface of which was oddly dry despite having surfaced from beneath the lake. You sat towards the back, letting Bee take the helm and, after muttering once again in that strange language, it began to drift on its own towards the temple. It loomed over you the closer you got to it, the architecture strangely unlike anything you’d ever seen and yet still incredibly beautiful, the marble exquisitely polished and carved into odd yet captivating shapes, speckled with flecks of gold and inlaid with chips of precious gemstones. It sparkled in the sunlight and reflected beams of multicolored light onto the surface of the dark water, taking your breath away the closer you got to the temple that you thought truly was fit for a deity. Finally, the boat ran aground against the shore, the large open entrance now directly in front of you, seemingly beckoning you inside. Bee got out ahead of you and once again held out his hand, helping you gingerly out of the boat and onto the soft sand surrounding the temple.

“Is it what you expected, cher?” he asked, rubbing his thumb comfortingly across the back of your hand. You were still staring up at the structure, too captivated by its unusual craftsmanship to look away for more than a few seconds.

“It’s beautiful,” you sighed, tearing your eyes away long enough to send a reassuring smile to Bee. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this.”

He chuckled softly in response, giving your hand a squeeze before taking a deep breath and leading you towards the entrance, crossing the threshold into one of the most magnificent spaces you’d ever seen. You gasped softly at the sight of the piles upon piles of gold laying in the different corners of the expansive room, your gasp seemingly bouncing from the arched walls and up to the domed ceiling, painted with rich blues and golds to reveal a map of the constellations. Staring up at it, you almost missed the movement from one of the darker corners, a trinket or two sliding off a pile and skittering across the floor as the sound of scales dragging over the stoned floor slowly approached you. 

“Ssscarabee?” you heard a voice hiss lowly. “Isss that you?”

“Indeed,” Bee replied, holding your hand just a tad bit tighter. “And I’ve brought ma petite femme, as requested.”

You watched in a mixture of horror and intrigue as the naga you’d come there to see finally came into view. He was just as large as you expected, his tail dragging heavily behind him and supporting his massive torso, but he was softer than you thought he’d be, sporting a slightly pudgy belly- however, his arms looked incredibly muscular and the claws at the tips of his fingers sent shivers down your spine. He was handsome, though, you had to admit. His dark black hair was shaved one side and melted into dark green tips on the other, cascading down below his shoulders and hanging across his glowing golden eyes. He was heavily pierced as well, adorned with gold dripping from his ears, nose, eyebrow, and even his nipples. You tried and failed to keep a blush from rising to your cheeks as he settled only five feet in front of you, staring down at you with an amused grin. 

“You’ve done well for yourssself, Ssscarabee,” he said, his deep voice rumbling throughout the expansive space. “You’ve mentioned how lovely she was, but I needed to sssee for myssself. Come clossser, little one.” He held out one of his extremely large hands welcomingly, his eyes glowing almost mischievously as he watched to see what you would do. You immediately looked up at Bee nervously, but he only nodded, trying his best to reassure you as he placed a hand on your lower back and guided you forward. With a nervous breath, you placed your hand in his, surprised by how warm he felt as he pulled you forward, his tail uncoiling and slithering around to curl up underneath you, swallowing you up in a mass of black and white striped scales. You gulped nervously, realizing how much closer you were to the deity’s face, especially since you now got a good view of the sharpness of his fangs glinting in the sunlight as he couldn’t stop himself from grinning. 

“My my, you are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” he hissed lowly, reaching out one hand to play with the delicate strands of your hair. 

“I...thank you, my Lord,” you replied shyly, avoiding his gaze to refrain from disrespecting him in any way. What you weren’t expecting was for the deity to snort, throwing his head back with an uproarious laugh. 

“There’s no need for sssuch formalitiesss, little moussse,” he chuckled, cupping your cheek with his hand almost exactly the way Bee had in the jungle. You couldn’t help but meet his gaze, shocked to find fondness had softened his eyes as he stared down at you. “It’sss sssimply Beetlejuice. Not even Ssscarabee ssspeaksss to me in sssuch a way.” 

It seemed to be true, given the way Bee was snickering quietly from behind you. You turned around with a stoic glare, causing him to raise his hands up in surrender. 

“This is your fault for not preparing me, you know,” you hissed, only encouraging his laughter further as he took in the blush staining your cheeks. You turned back to face Beetlejuice and felt somewhat comforted by the amusement glittering in his eyes. Clearly, he had no interest in harming you, and so you felt yourself melt somewhat into the comfort of his coils. 

“My apologiesss if my ssservant did not inform you well enough, little one. I assure you he will be punished appropriately, won’t you, Ssscarabee?” he hissed softly, smirking when he saw Bee gulp with widened eyes. You couldn’t help but snort, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips at how easily Bee could be threatened into submission, something you were very much not used to given his usual domineering demeanor. “Now, you mussst ressst from your journey. Ssscarabee, prepare the bathsss.” 

    In an instant, Bee was off to obey his master’s command, leaving you cradled almost lovingly in his coils as he let his eyes drag over your comparably much smaller form. You could see his fangs glinting in the sunlight as his lips stretched into a smile and you gulped, suddenly feeling incredibly warm despite the unearthly coolness of the temple. 

    “You will join usss, won’t you, pet?” he asked lowly, stroking the pad of his large thumb across your cheek in a way that pulled a gasp from deep in your chest. You finally met his gaze for longer than a few seconds and felt your stomach tying itself in knots from the intensity of his eyes. Everything about him was grandiose, from those eyes to his wicked grin to his mere presence, and you couldn’t help but feel taken in by it all. As interested as he seemed in you, you were doubly interested in him, enraptured by the sheer magnitude of...well, everything about him. He was too much to perceive all at once, and yet it was so tempting to try and understand him in his entirety when you knew it would likely be impossible. But you knew that right now, despite his likely brutal nature, he was choosing to handle you gently, and you were incredibly grateful for it. It was enough to tempt you to join him in whatever he wanted of you. 

    “I...alright,” you answered, giving him a soft smile in thankfulness for his hospitality. He seemed pleased by this, given the way his eyes glowed brighter in response. He uncoiled himself and slowly lowered you back to the ground, placing you gently on your feet. 

    “Follow me then, little one,” he instructed, slowly slithering towards where Bee had run off to. You followed behind, too enraptured by the movement of his muscular tail to take in the rest of the temple as it came into view. You could tell from the echoing of your steps that the space was incredibly massive, somehow larger than you expected given the outside view of the building, but the opulence surrounding you was lackluster compared to the sight of Beetlejuice slithering across the stone floor, so confident, so strong. You tried your best to ignore the blush crawling its way up your cheeks, but Bee certainly noticed it as you both approached the large, steaming pool of water that he stood near, arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. You sent a glare his way, mouthing some vague threat as you approached the edge of the baths, the steam perfumed with incense delighting you when it hit your nose. Beetlejuice slithered into the baths without hesitation, stretching out his muscles as his massive coils slid underneath the water. He looked at you expectantly as he settled himself against one of the walls, and you realized you’d agreed to join him. But-

    “I don’t...I didn’t bring…” It’s only then that you look over and see Bee with a smirk planted firmly on his face, already shirtless and quickly shucking his pants 

    Oh. 

    Oh.

    “Isss there a problem, little moussse?” Beetlejuice asked, his glowing eyes like pinpricks in the dim light of the room. You looked between him and Bee, both of them looking back at you with anticipation, waiting to see what your next move would be while Bee quickly slipped out of his underwear and into the bath next to his deity. With both of them watching so closely, you trembled, searching within yourself for the nerve to follow through. Taking a steadying breath, you reached for the hem of your shirt and quickly tugged it over your head. Bee had seen you strip off dozens upon dozens of times, but to have a deity watching so intently as you bared yourself to them made your heart race in your chest. You avoided eye contact as much as you could as you slowly removed the rest of your clothing, feeling goosebumps rising across your newly-bared skin. Trying not to look rushed, you stepped into the bath, comforted by the warm, incensed water and gratefully slipping beneath the surface to hide yourself from their prying eyes. When you felt strong enough to meet their gazes again, you were met with equally lascivious stares, their mouths curled into little smirks as they stared you down. There was no hiding the pink staining your cheeks now, not when they’d both gotten a very good look at every inch of you. 

    “Exquisssite,” Beetlejuice hissed softly, his eyes darting over to Bee. “Your wordsss did not do her jussstice, Ssscarabee.”  

    “They never could,” he replied with a croon, making you squirm where you lounged in the water. “She’s mighty pretty without all those clothes on. Ain’tcha, cher?” 

You felt like your brain was turning to mush as their eyes traveled shamelessly over the skin you still had visible above the surface of the water. You were rather used to Bee’s attention, but Beetlejuice...this was a deity looking you up and down like he wanted to devour you whole, his mischievous eyes alight with a genuine desire that made you absentmindedly rub your thighs together. 

“I…” You couldn’t bring yourself to speak. Even if you could, you didn’t know what to say. Was this really where they wanted to take this? Did Beetlejuice want to cradle you in his coils, drag those clawed fingers up and down the softness of your skin, sink those fangs into your neck and pump you full of the venom Bee always warned you not to touch during his rituals...God, you couldn’t deny it. The thought of being with him drove you absolutely wild, and you knew that they likely knew it too. Beetlejuice’s forked tongue flicked out to taste the air, his piercings glinting in the soft candlelight before his lips spread in a wide, wicked grin. 

“I can sssmell your desssire, sssweet girl,” he hissed victoriously. He began to uncoil, the end of his tail unfurling and slithering across the floor of the tub to curl around one of your legs pulling it to the side beneath the water to open you to his sight, causing you to gasp out your surprise. “Do you think thisss water isss enough to hide you from me? I can sssee every inch of you, can sssenssse how wet you’re becoming. What could posssibly be on your mind, little one?” 

Your eyes flew over to Bee, widened in both arousal and fear, but he simply stared back hungrily, and from beneath the water, you could see that he’d grown hard, the head of his cock just barely breaching the surface. He met your gaze and cocked one eyebrow, silently attempting to gauge your interest in what you suspected was a longtime fantasy of his. You knew that Bee and Beetlejuice shared a...special relationship as deity and devotee, but you never suspected to be asked to enter into the fold, let alone that you would actually want to. Because it was true, you could tell despite the water surrounding you that the thought of being taken by this massive deity had caused you to grow wet between your now parted legs. You knew you couldn’t hide it from him...so what was stopping you from giving in? The more you thought about it, the less cons you could come up with for simply allowing them to indulge in you, and allowing yourself to give in to the pleasure you craved.

“I...I’m thinking about you, Beetlejuice,” you admitted with a whimper, feeling the segment of tail curled around your leg relax and tighten, squeezing rhythmically around your thigh. The very tip of it slithered upward, trailing itself lightly between your folds and wrenching a bitten-back whine from your lips, much to Beetlejuice’s amusement. 

“Sssuch a bold little human,” he chuckled, continuing to gather up your wetness before curling the skinniest portion of his tail around your clit, rubbing it in little circles with the smoothness of his scales. You worried your lower lip between your teeth as warm, sweet pleasure spread through your body like molten honey, your whimpers echoing throughout the vastness of the room. “Hasss she alwaysss been thisss daring, Ssscarabee?” 

“She’d have to be, to put up with the five of us,” he chuckled fondly, letting his eyes traverse your body as you trembled beneath the water. “She’s lovelier than a magnolia in May, isn’t she? Go on, ma petite, tell him what you want.” 

You tried and failed to put the words together, every touch from Beetlejuice succeeding in melting your mind just beyond the brink of language production. Just when you thought you’d strung the right sentence together in your mind, could just feel your lips forming around the right words, one absolutely divine touch from Beetlejuice’s tail would scatter your thoughts like dust in the wind. Their gazes felt like fire traveling along your skin as they took you in, both of them reveling in your little whimpers and moans. 

“I-I...please…” That was all you could manage to get out before you succumbed once more to the pleasure continuing to assault you. Beetlejuice softly chuckled and unwound his tail from your leg despite your whine of protest, choosing instead to curl it around your waist to pull you towards him and into his coils, your legs still spread and ready for him. 

“Sssuch a delicate little flower, aren’t you?” he hissed, dragging those perfectly clawed fingers through your dampened hair. “Tell me, preciousss, would you like for your god to take care of you?” 

In your head, he knew he wasn’t your god...not yet anyway. But the thought was delicious, the idea of your deity taking you, caring for you, holding you close and giving you the pleasure you craved...you nuzzled into his touch and nodded, still trembling where you rested in his coils. He chuckled amusedly, turning to look down where Bee was staring up, fully enraptured in the scene unfolding before him. 

“Ssscarabee...come,” he commanded, gesturing to his coils. Bee hesitated for only a moment before he climbed up onto the pile of coils, immediately making his way over to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind, pressing reverent, comforting kisses to your shoulder. “I would like for our preciousss girl to join usss in our...usual activity. You know what to do, pet.” 

Bee paused, looking between you and Beetlejuice warily, as if unsure that he’d heard him correctly. When Beetlejuice nodded to reassure him, he sighed deeply and moved out from behind you, crawling up his coils to be cradled against his chest. You watched in awe as Bee presented his shoulder willingly to Beetlejuice, who licked his lips before baring his fangs and sinking them into his skin without hesitation, wrenching a broken cry from Bee for only a moment before it melted into a long, drawn out moan. His cock seemed to grow even harder, if that were possible, and began dripping pre-cum from the reddened, swollen head. Bee reached back and, shockingly, buried a finger inside himself, groaning deliciously as he pumped it in and out. You couldn’t tear your widened eyes away from the display as Bee began to drool, his mouth hanging open around pants and moans as he slid in another finger, stretching himself deliciously and pulling more broken whines from his own lips. You had never seen Bee look so...wrecked. 

“Sssurprised?” Beetlejuice chuckled, letting his clawed fingers circle teasingly around Bee’s nipples. 

“I...yeah. He’s...he doesn’t…” 

“He does with me,” Beetlejuice replied, leaning down to lap up the blood seeping from his bite mark with a happy sigh. “And ssso will you. Come.” 

He maneuvered Bee back onto his coils, and for a moment, you made eye contact with him. You could see the apprehension behind the desire thickly clouding his eyes, so you simply pulled him in for a searing kiss, feeling the way he rhythmically pumped his fingers and reveling in the little noises hummed against your lips. You pulled away, petting a hand through his hair before leaving him, instead taking his place in Beetlejuice’s arms with your back pressed against his chest. Seeing his fangs glint in the candlelight, you trembled, shaking like a leaf as he cradled you against his chest. 

“Not to worry, little one,” he crooned, so deliciously close to your ear that you shuddered even harder. “Thisss will only hurt a little.” 

Before you could even think, he sank his fangs into your skin, assaulted with a white hot pain that pulled a sharp cry from your lips that quickly dissolved into little whimpers because oh God, oh God, it was incredible. True to his word, the pain had lasted for only a split second, melting away into a steady pleasure that had you practically dripping in seconds. Suddenly, you understood Bee’s desperation as the venom coursed through you, setting your nerve endings on fire with a delicious pleasure that had you burying your fingers between your legs without a thought. 

“That’sss it, preciousss,” he hissed, laving his tongue across the seeping wound he’d left behind. “Jussst fill yourssself up for me.” 

You had no choice to obey, not when your body was screaming at you for more, harder, faster, fucking anything to satisfy the ache inside of you. You sunk two fingers into yourself without a care in the world, shocked by the amount of slick your body was managing to produce but still not giving a shit when yes, oh God, fuck yes, it was so good. 

“Y/N,” Bee groaned, already up to three fingers and trembling violently on his knees. “Y...you’re doing so w-well, cher…”

Despite your growing ferality, you couldn’t help but laugh. Leave it to Bee to still try and be there for you when he himself was falling to pieces. Beetlejuice chuckled as well, stroking his hand comfortingly down Bee’s back as he continued to fuck himself silly.

“Yesss, pet, she isss,” he crooned. “One more finger, preciousss girl. Ssscarabee, you’re ready, come join usss.” 

Groaning with protest, he still obeyed, sliding his fingers out of himself and crawling back up Beetlejuice’s torso. You too obeyed orders, easily slipping in a third finger and keening at the delicious stretch, wondering exactly what you were preparing yourself for, since you’d yet to see Beetlejuice’s cock. You watched, however, as Bee reached below the surface of the water and parted a section of scales just below Beetlejuice’s torso, revealing…

Two. Two dark purple cocks, long and thick and glistening with precum that Bee slicked his hand with as he stroked up and down the upper one. No wonder he’d bitten both of you, you thought, entirely entranced by the piercings on both heads reflecting the dim light as Bee continued to stroke, causing Beetlejuice to hum and sink further into the water. 

“They’re...oh fuck,” you keened, unable to string together words when your fingers were grinding in just right, your legs trembling where they rested against Beetlejuice’s stomach. You wanted to tell him how beautiful they were, how badly you wanted one inside of you, how desperate you were for him to finally take you, but it all muddled together in your mind, utterly bogged down with pleasure until you weren’t even sure which way was up. 

“Shhhh, don’t think too hard,” Beetlejuice crooned, letting one hand cup your chin and slipping a finger inside your gaping mouth. You took it readily, letting your tongue curl around the digit as you sucked dutifully. “Let me do the thinking for you, little one. Fingersss out. Now.” 

You wanted to disobey with everything in you, but watching Bee stroke that massive cock was enough incentive for you to pull your fingers out, feeling so utterly empty that you couldn’t help but let out a long, low whine. The deity chuckled, removing his own finger from your mouth before wrapping his arms around you and lowering you to meet Bee, who’d begun sucking Beetlejuice’s lower cock so fiercely that drool was steadily dripping down his tail. He pulled off once you were deposited alongside him, his eyes so obviously clouded with unrelenting desire that you couldn’t help but pull him in for another kiss, wrapping your arms around his shoulders just to feel his presence, his warmth. He kissed you back readily, and you could feel how he trembled from his overwhelming desire. From above, Beetlejuice watched you both curiously. Never in his long, long existence had he seen two people so clearly devoted to one another. It intrigued him, to say the least, and he was incredibly interested in what would happen next. 

“Ssscarabee,” he hissed, reaching down to cup his devotee’s face in his hand. Bee stared up at him lovingly, wanting nothing more than to please his deity. “You know what to do.” 

With a thankful nod, Bee scrambled to position himself above his lower cock, and you watched in utter awe as he sunk down, slowly but surely taking every inch inside of him with a long, desperate moan. He looked...incredible. You never thought you’d ever get to see Bee bottom, yet here he was, so desperate to have a cock in his ass that he was literally drooling for it, murmuring his thanks and praise over and over again now that he’d finally sunk down on his deity. It was...you needed him. You needed that cock inside of you so badly you were willing to beg for it until your voice went hoarse. Luckily for you, you wouldn’t have to. 

“Are you ready, little one?” Beetlejuice asked, his voice strained now that he had Bee’s tightness clenching around him. You nodded frantically, already rushing to position yourself above his upper cock, facing Bee and finally getting a good look at his blissed out face. His eyes were rolled back in his head, his cock practically purple and continuously dripping precome as he desperately waited for permission to move. It was this sight alone that got you moaning as you finally sunk down onto Beetlejuice’s cock, stretching deliciously around it as you slowly took him deeper and deeper. It was everything you could’ve wanted, so much that you couldn’t help yourself from taking the rest of him with one fast motion that had you screaming your pleasure up to the domed ceiling. From behind you, you heard Beetlejuice hiss, now with both cocks buried perfectly inside tight, wet heats. 

“My perfect petsss,” he groaned, lounging back in the tub as he watched you both with intrigue. “Fuck...you may move.” 

Clearly experienced in this endeavor, Bee was bouncing on Beetlejuice’s cock before you could even think to move, his head thrown back in utter ecstasy at the way the head of his cock dragged against the most perfect spots inside of him. You couldn’t help yourself from watching, so enraptured in Bee’s pleasure, his desperate moans, the tears dripping down his cheeks, his fucked out babbling as he took his deity’s cock as hard as he could. You too began moving, rising up on your knees and sinking back down with a shuddering groan as the venom continued to amplify your pleasure. Every inch of him felt utterly sublime, so unlike anything you’d taken before and yet so absolutely perfect that you couldn’t help but reach out for Bee, cupping his face in your hands so you could meet his gaze as you rocked down on his deity’s cock. 

“So, ungh, so good,” you crooned, rubbing the pads of your thumbs across the tear tracks tracing down Bee’s face. “You’re doing so good, mari, keep going!” 

“Y/N, ma colombe, ma douce femme, tu le prends si bien, il se sent si bien, oh mon Dieu, je ne peux pas, putain, putain, c'est trop!” You had no idea what he was saying but you revelled in his fucked out rambling, his words slurring together to the point that you couldn’t even tell where one word ended and another began. You let the delicious sound send you spiraling as you rode Beetlejuice’s cock as hard as you could, listening to hear the deity’s own moaning. 

Beetlejuice, of course, was utterly taken with the two of you and your perfect, tight heats as you rode him, but he felt utterly lost at seeing the way you cared for his devotee, the way you yourself were devoted to him and his pleasure as much as your own. This was love, he knew it was, and it was so unfamiliar to a being like him, and yet so completely captivating that he wished he could be in Bee’s place, feeling his face cupped between your hands and hearing your praises directed towards him. He reached out to brush your hair out of your face, placing his hands on your hips to help guide you on his cock. 

“Sssuch good little petsss, look how perfect you are,” he hissed, meeting Bee’s glazed over eyes and grinning wickedly. “Are you going to cum for me, little ones? Are you going to sscream for me? Let go now, sssweet thingsss. Sssing your praisssess to your god!” 

His words took you over and filled you up even more than his cock did, and you couldn’t stop yourself from barreling towards your climax at the sound of his command. You sunk down on his cock fully with a sharp scream and came, clenching violently around him as your entire body trembled violently, the venom serving to amplify your pleasure so strongly that you felt as if you might faint. Vaguely, you could hear Bee reaching his own climax, screaming out something in French as he came all over himself, thick spurts clinging to his sweat-dampened stomach and dripping down to Beetlejuice’s tail. The combined sensations of the two of you clenching down around him sent Beetlejuice panting, moaning, and crying out into his own orgasm, pumping thick ropes of cum inside the both of you until you were all finally still, cum dripping out of both of you in slow, steady streams as you tried to catch your breath. Your eyes felt like they would never open again, not when your entire body was buzzing from the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced. You reached out blindly for Bee, finally grabbing at his hand and lacing your fingers together, rubbing the pad of your thumb across his hand as you felt him tremble and heard his little whimpers. Finally, your eyes slid open, revealing a Bee you’d never seen before- absolutely drunk with his pleasure, eyes still clenched shut and mouth rapidly babbling in French as his cock slowly but surely softened. Beetlejuice reached out and slowly helped him slide up, and your stomach clenched at the sight of a hot rush of cum sliding out of him the second he was fully off his cock. Once he had Bee securely laying against his chest, he reached out for you, and you shivered as his softening cock slid out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing but the cum steadily dripping from your pussy. You reached out for Bee, and Beetlejuice obliged, laying you next to him so you could pull him into your arms, nuzzling lovingly into his chest as you both panted. Beetlejuice held you close and remained silent, letting his sweet, gentle touches do all the praising for him. You laid there for so long you weren’t sure how much time had passed, but eventually, Beetlejuice slowly lowered you both fully into the bath, helping you clean off the cum that was drying on your skin and cleaning your bite wounds with a gentle hand. You felt utterly cared for, and despite the fact that you felt as if you should be serving the deity rather than the other way around, you were grateful for his kindness. After what seemed like hours, you both seemed to be back in your own heads, the effects of the venom having all but worn off.

“That was...God, ma cherie, you were divine,” Bee sighed, resting his head happily against Beetlejuice’s tail. 

“Indeed, little one,” the deity agreed, letting his hand pet lovingly through your hair. “You are welcome back at my temple whenever you ssso choose.” 

Rumor was that the Perperuna had been spotted south around the Strait of Malacca, so you set a course. Sure enough the Russian pirate turned up in Singapore and you launched a hot pursuit once again, determined to catch him or die trying. As ever the Invictus, fleet as she was, could not quite keep up with Zhuk so you took a gamble, loading the long nines with chain-shot before the Perperuna was too far out of range. You hoped that the higher accuracy of the long nine guns would balance out the inherent instability of the chain-shot, but it wasn’t quite in keeping with accepted battle tactics. You were desperate to end this chase, so you ordered the crew to fire. In the aftermath of the deafening volley the deck of the Invictus fell silent as everyone aboard watched the shot tumble through the air in a merciless arc towards the Perperuna. Even from your place at the helm near the stern, you could hear the ripping of sails and the splintering of wood as the chain-shot did its job, tearing through rigging and snapping lines, killing the clipper’s forward momentum. A cheer went up from the crew as the Perperuna began to visibly lose speed. Unable to keep the triumphant smile off your face you called for the crewmen to arm themselves and prepare to board as the Invictus closed in.  

But there was no way to prepare for what came next. It began as an almost imperceptible shudder that caused the deck to tremble underfoot, as though the keel were dragging along a sandbar or reef. It grew quiet again on deck as your crew paused in their tasks, exchanging bewildered expressions. Seawater gushed over the railing by the bucketful as a massive, monstrous head broke the surface of the water with a terrifying cry like rending metal. Vaguely reptilian, it stretched up and up on a long neck as thick in diameter as two men, covered in glittering scales the color of slate, towering over the deck amidships. One sailor screamed in horror, snapping the other men out of their stupor and they scrambled to aim their weapons at the monster and opened fire, too frightened to even wait for your signal. Even you could barely register what you were seeing; a real live sea serpent, straight out of the myths and legends. The barrage of gunfire did not phase the serpent, which lunged out with liquid speed and snatched a man up in its jaws with a chilling, wet crunch before it arced clear over the deck like a breaching whale, coiling its long sinewy body all the way around the Invictus before surfacing again back on the starboard side. 

You drew your own pistol, already understanding what was about to happen unless by some miracle the monster was killed before it was too late. You screamed for the men to take up their arms and fire on it again even as the ship groaned under your feet. The sea serpent remained unaffected by your best efforts, slowly, maliciously constricting its gigantic coils until the air was filled with the sound of breaking wood and screaming men. The Invictus, your beloved “unbeatable” ship, held out as long as she could before imploding in the monster’s grip, sending you flying against the rail as others fell overboard or into the jagged openings where deck boards had ripped free under the pressure. The main-mast was snapped in two with a crack like thunder, slamming onto the deck of the mortally wounded vessel as those men still on their feet were forced to throw themselves out of the way. 

Water was gushing into the bowels of the ship, you could already hear it. You grit your teeth, biting back a furious howl as your heart hammered in your throat. You were all doomed, there was no getting around it. Those who managed to survive the sinking would doubtless be devoured by the monster. But you would not go down without a fight. You still had time before water reached the powder magazine, so you ran there as quick as you were able. Through the thick wooden door were crates and barrels of potent black gunpowder, which you opened and threw about in handfuls, carrying a small cask with you as you backed out of the room, leaving a trail. Your one-shot pistol, useless now, you used to light the trail before racing back up to the deck. You hoped that the blast killed the beast or at least killed you; better a quick death than the agony of drowning. Though if you at least hurt the damned thing you would die satisfied. 

When the powder magazine went up you were propelled into the air by the force of the explosion and time slowed to a crawl. You could see great gouts of flame roaring up from the depths of your ship, the frozen, terrified faces of your crew, the gaping red maw of the monster as fire engulfed it. You hit the water and the breath was knocked from your lungs. Stunned, you began to sink and had no energy or strength to move your arms and legs to save yourself. Without air, your vision was already darkening around the edges. Just before you lost consciousness, you could have sworn you saw a hulking man-shaped figure splash into the water above you and swimming hard toward you. Your eyes lingered on what looked like an outstretched hand before blackness swallowed you. 

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No ETA yet on Part two, but Captain Zhuk has tapped on some primal, seafaring instinct deep in my brain so there will be more. 

[UPDATE!: here’s Part 2 !]