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beetlebitchywitch · 5 years ago

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Worship

So, a few things:

1. This story involves Scarabee, the Cajun Mafia!Beetlejuice from The Conglomerate, and GodNaga!Beetlejuice, who he worships and gets his magic from

2. This thing is about 5700 words because I have no self control

Enjoy!

WARNING: VERY NSFW, mild blood, monsterfucking

“You’re sure this is a good idea?”

That particular moment was likely not the best time to be asking that question, not when Bee was already leading you through an overgrown jungle, chopping at various vines and thickets with the machete clutched tightly in his hand. You’d been hiking through the trees for about half an hour in silence, eyes trained carefully on the ground for any sight of arachnids or venomous snakes as you made your way away from a well-worn trail and into the thickest portion of the jungle, where no human being had seemingly traveled in years, given the thickness of the vegetation Bee had to slice through. He clearly knew his way, given the deliberate way he traversed the mossy floor, always looking back to make sure you were following closely behind.

“Of course it’s a good idea,” he answered almost carelessly, as if trying to deny his own doubts about your choices. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you said, the sarcasm in your tone floating heavily through the air. “Maybe because I’m the first person other than you to meet your deity in person and he’s a naga four times my size? What if he decides to eat me?”

“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.

“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.”

Feeling utterly drained of energy, you simply nodded, curling up in Beetlejuice’s coils alongside Bee and, after a brief kiss to his lips, letting yourself drift off, your exhaustion finally claiming you. One thing was for certain. You would definitely be back.

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realmonsterboyhours · 4 years ago

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Anguism (GodNaga!Beej Lore Post)

This is something I’ve had in the works for a while. I wanted to expand on GodNaga!Beej’s lore, and the religion practices Scarabee would use. Please note that this is a false practice, created so we wouldn’t end up offending anyone who practices real religion when we talk about Scarabee. Everything you will need will be below the cut! Trigger warnings: Mention of blood, mention of violence.

Anguism- A religious belief system worshiping Betelgeuse/Beetlejuice, an eldritch abomination. Also known as a “God of serpents”

(Anguis = Snake/Serpent in latin since he predates christ)

Origin of Betelgeuse:

Born from the explosive creation of the second brightest star in the constellation Orion, Betelgeuse was the product of a spare fragment of the star colliding to the planet earth which had disrupted a snake den. Thousands of years later an earthquake shook the remains free from the rubble of the long-forgotten den. What was released was a horrific creature, half-man, half-snake.

In his search for purpose, the beast found refuge in cave systems where he resided for thousands of years that unbeknownst to him was rather close to where a small settlement of early humans would eventually reside. Revered for his strange shape, and his immense power it wasn't long until the locals had begun seeking him out for protection and prosperity.

In return for their praise and sacrifices, he offered the humans protection, and for centuries he served them. Night after night he would watch out for the members of their small town, returning children lost in the forest, blessing crops, and livestock. The people worshiped the serpent for generations, passing beliefs, prayers, sacrifice ideals, and the likes down from father to son and so forth.

As time moved forward and with the rapid spread of Christianity, the few faithful followers took to his shrine where they wrote everything they could in books, scrolls, and tomes. The history, and practice all were archived and stored in a small temple where worshipers would come to pray or leave their offerings.

Misfortune struck the village when they were attacked, raided for their ‘false God’, and the settlement was burnt to near ashes. All remaining members of the religion were taken by those who lead the raid, never to be seen again.

In a furious rage, the serpent emerges, thus begins a great wipe of carnage and destruction. The snake god had taken on a form even his most devout followers would likely have not recognized. Those who witnessed it had gone mad, or simply dropped where they stood, their minds not able to comprehend what they had seen. The rage took place for days, those who were ordered to try and subdue the monster lost their lives, like lambs to slaughter until the great beast settled after day three.

Shocked and appalled by the state he found his beloved village, he retreats, with the last of his strength he retrieves the books and scrolls and hides them away within his own temple, protected with the last of his magical ability before he collapses, only to wake seasons later bound in chains to a large pillar in the broken remains of his once-grand temple’s atrium, where he remains, locked and powerless for centuries, hidden away in the ruins of his only home, defeated and left with the weight of guilt of his followers' lost lives and his inability to protect them.

Practice Belief:

The main focus of his belief is based on trust, blind obedience, and sacrifice. In return, you receive a benevolent God, and those who earn his favor will be gifted with immortality, or an afterlife to serve him.

Worshipers:

Anyone can worship this God, but the hidden knowledge often times makes it nearly impossible to hear of or practice so the religion is quite small. Worshipers gain favor over time in their trust, tasks given to them by the beast. Sacrifices and gifts are also required. This ‘level’ makes the majority of his worship. Most followers of his fall under this category. In basics, you simply serve him, and in return, he will help when called upon.

Devotees:

Devotees are a group of individuals that have earned his respect. These individuals are blessed with the ability to see their God first hand, or may be requested or summoned when he may need. He may telepathically visit these followers with insight to their future, if they are in danger, or other things similar.

Marked:

Also known as ‘priests’ of his religion.

Those who are marked have earned his highest favor. In a way, he has claimed them with a mark that will bond those marked with him forever. Those who are marked may expect eternal life serving him. Those who are marked would be offered the knowledge written in ancient times. Special powers would be granted, typically powers manipulating shadows, or altering one’s own body are gifted. “Priests” or those who are marked will be taught the serpentine language that is exclusively distinct to the beast. Only the most devout, trusting, and self-sacrificing would ever be considered to be marked.

Tools of practice:

Tools of practice are very aligned with an eclectic pagan. Divination tools and ceremonial daggers are primarily used tools. Presents and gifts from the beast should also be used in practice, including protective jewelry and collars from him. The use of alcohol is also strongly suggested, and nearly every spell, and offering to the serpent includes dark alcohols. Of all tools used it is important to note that intent, trust, and faith will always be the backbone of this religion. Those who cannot simply trust cannot worship this deity.

True magic versus spell working:

There is a stark difference between true magic, and spell working within this religion.

Spell working can be done within any level of this worship. Spell working would include making things like spell jars, candle magic, divination, offerings and prayer.

True magic is only accomplished by those with the serpent’s mark. Users of true magic are gifted from the serpent himself and typically have abilities that control shadows, or manipulate their own form at will.

Common historical offerings for Beetlejuice:

-Gold, jewelry, coins, money, jewels. -Small offerings of virgin blood. He was known for feeding directly from them or through small vials. -Livestock, raw red meat, hearty breads -Alcohol -Personal letters of devotion -Acts of devotion could be protecting those at risk, protecting and caring for the shrines, caring for snakes.

Common modern offerings for Beetlejuice:

-Dark alcohol. -Red meats and hearty breads. -Coins and special trinkets. -Acts of devotion include protecting those in need, caring for snakes, and if allowed visiting him, or communicating with or praying to him.

Common themes or repeating imagery:

-Snakes, crows, beetles -Green, black, white, gold -Elements of earth and fire -Bones and ash/soot -Mist/fog -Autumn -Bogs and open fields -Shadows -Broken glass/chains/broken stones -Old books -Dark blood like that found in veins -Things repeating in threes -Ouroboros

The mark

Being marked by the serpent God is something akin to a marriage but not in the traditional ideas. It binds you two forever, it shows both himself and the recipient just how much they mean to one another. The mark is given usually in private, a small ceremony between the two may be held, usually pertaining to drinking, sharing a meal, sharing some form of promises and then finally the mark is given when the serpent bites you and pours some of his own power into the recipient. The mark heals quickly and the bite leaves a very small marking of a snake on the skin of the one he marked, that spot will work as not only his vow to you but when either party touches the mark the other will feel a warm feeling spread from it. It can be used as a sort of built in security system that the God uses to warn the recipient of danger. Very few have ever been marked, he does not take it lightly. In current official lore Scarabee Shoggoth is the only surviving marked/priest, and in the past only three others had ever been marked who were taken away during the attack on his temple. He to this day does not know what happened to them, their marks have long since gone cold, and their life force had gone during his years of unconsciousness. He mourns them greatly and every 100 years on the anniversary of what he presumes are their deaths he pays respect to his lost followers.

Information about Betelgeuse/Beetlejuice himself.

Appearance:

His most typical appearance is as naga, about a 10 foot tall. His tail is thick and constrictor like, black and white stripes that are slightly iridescent in certain lighting, with black ventral plates. His upper body is large, he has quite a bit of muscle from the way he moves around, large arms, broad shoulders, and well defined back muscles. His chest is also quite strong. His stomach has a lot of muscle but a thick covering of fat that makes him look quite chubby. He has long black hair that falls down past his shoulders and chest, usually to rib length. Can be straight or wavy and messy. His hair is styled in a half shave with a few braids that are beaded with gold. His ears are pointed, he has two small black horns on the top of his head that curl in and back. He's got several piercings, and wears almost exclusively gold and emeralds. Around his waist is a black and white striped cloth that he can be drawn without.

It should be mentioned that he can control his form at will. He can make himself smaller, bigger, human, naga, snake, or otherwise strange monster form that is unfit for human eyes.

In his human form he is tall, similarly shaped as his naga form in terms of body size. He typically wears dark colors, favoring blacks, gold, and dark green or jewel tones. His hair is still long, coming to about his collar bone.

Personality:

Rough, abrasive, and more than a bit full of himself. He can be selfish and jaded, he's quick to anger, and he's quick to punish. He very much embodies the act first and ask questions later. He can be a bit quick to jump to conclusions and can be very hard to get to know. Can be quite a trickster, often cat-like and chaotic. He gets a sick rise out of terrifying newcomers just for fun.

Things to consider for self-ship:

Obviously this is completely open ended for you the reader/viewer/shipper to do whatever you wish with the story or ideas you have, but these may help you make some decisions!

He is meant to sort of have a pre-existing relationship with Scarabee. They are in fact some sort of romantically inclined. Proving your loyalty to Scarabee would likely bleed over to the deity over time. Self shipping with Scarabee and GodNaga!Beej as a poly deal is a common mode for sure, however, if poly isn’t your thing or you don’t want to ship with Scarabee at all, you could just as well meet him without Scarabee’s help. He’s open ended for the ease of the reader to write/draw/hc/or do whatever they want. It’s also important to note that while he is rough and abrasive, he is not incapable of feeling emotions like love, and lust and the likes, he us just far less likely to experience it than others might. He tends to get a bit confused by affection, and isn’t quite sure what to do with it, but it IS a massive ego boost for him.

Trivial facts:

-We nicknamed him ‘Snubban’ for “Snake Husband”. -He has a potent aphrodisiac venom. -He can and will give you a golden collar or bracelet if you don’t want to be marked, or just if you offer yourself to him. -Nicknames from him are typically akin to small animal names like “Rabbit” “Mouse” “Little Pet” “Lamb” etc. -He does in fact shed! Usually once a year, often gets real bratty and princess-like, making Scarabee come down to help him with the shed since it’s so itchy. -He usually stays within his temple, but he does in fact visit the estate as an extended universe character, and also has been known to simply venture out to see what humans are up to in his human form sometimes. -Scarafaggio and him would have crossed paths in their time on the earth. We’re still ballparking ideas on that. -My HC for his voice would be similar to Thresh from League of Legends. -

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