[ It wasn't as if they found themselves here on attraction. The type of attraction engrained into the human DNA itself. To seek out another, to find traits that were endearing and desirable. They didn't meet in some bar, didn't meet because he liked her accent or she liked the added scruff on his face. Eddie and Angela didn't have a chance – not without Venom. Simplicity was a trait long gone when they were left dealing with the pull of something more.
She tries to show an acceptance, but now it was bleeding into a want. To understand them in ways that would instill her trust, sate her curiosity, and stop that voice in the back of her head that kept her up at night. The appearance of the symbiote was not welcomed at first... but it was not fearful. As she stands bare before him, pressing into him with the same seduction she would have a normal lover, she is seeing Eddie and Venom as one in the same. Her short-lived spunk of assertion was cut short and the bed found use for the first time in a decade. It was firm, but braces her when she feels an engulfing shift to her frame. He's on-top of her, towering over her in ways that she can hardly ignore was... yes, attractive.
The sprawling black from his frame weaves against the thickness of her thighs, where she feels the urge to clamp herself shut on instinct. Angela's lips part, a croaked gasp escaping as her senses go red, lit aflame with a new feeling. It was confusing. It was warm where she feels chilled to the bone. Her stomach sucks inwards, ready to sit up and meet him halfway – but he beats her to the punch.
The swell of her breasts were plush against him – both tendrils and fingertips. Angela's hand finds his – clutching and nearly clawing at the back of his hand, at the mercy (haha) of Venom's claiming licks. ]
I am not afraid – I'm not. I swear. [ She tells herself that, tells them that between clenched teeth. It braces her for what comes next, that the growing wetness was some satisfactory offering to allow him inside of her. Sinking her head back into the bed, her hand grows desperate, stroking against his knuckles and clutching onto him in a direct reaction to the very... very new sensation. Angela offers her own heat as well, welcoming the growing girth with a slight clench around him – where her body reacts and begs for more. ] Can you – feel like –
[ A normal lover would? If he can stroke her insides, desperate to chase becoming whole with her – she wonders if she was selfish now as he offers her something abundantly. ]
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[ It wasn't as if they found themselves here on attraction. The type of attraction engrained into the human DNA itself. To seek out another, to find traits that were endearing and desirable. They didn't meet in some bar, didn't meet because he liked her accent or she liked the added scruff on his face. Eddie and Angela didn't have a chance – not without Venom. Simplicity was a trait long gone when they were left dealing with the pull of something more.
She tries to show an acceptance, but now it was bleeding into a want. To understand them in ways that would instill her trust, sate her curiosity, and stop that voice in the back of her head that kept her up at night. The appearance of the symbiote was not welcomed at first... but it was not fearful. As she stands bare before him, pressing into him with the same seduction she would have a normal lover, she is seeing Eddie and Venom as one in the same. Her short-lived spunk of assertion was cut short and the bed found use for the first time in a decade. It was firm, but braces her when she feels an engulfing shift to her frame. He's on-top of her, towering over her in ways that she can hardly ignore was... yes, attractive.
The sprawling black from his frame weaves against the thickness of her thighs, where she feels the urge to clamp herself shut on instinct. Angela's lips part, a croaked gasp escaping as her senses go red, lit aflame with a new feeling. It was confusing. It was warm where she feels chilled to the bone. Her stomach sucks inwards, ready to sit up and meet him halfway – but he beats her to the punch.
The swell of her breasts were plush against him – both tendrils and fingertips. Angela's hand finds his – clutching and nearly clawing at the back of his hand, at the mercy (haha) of Venom's claiming licks. ]
I am not afraid – I'm not. I swear. [ She tells herself that, tells them that between clenched teeth. It braces her for what comes next, that the growing wetness was some satisfactory offering to allow him inside of her. Sinking her head back into the bed, her hand grows desperate, stroking against his knuckles and clutching onto him in a direct reaction to the very... very new sensation. Angela offers her own heat as well, welcoming the growing girth with a slight clench around him – where her body reacts and begs for more. ] Can you – feel like –
[ A normal lover would? If he can stroke her insides, desperate to chase becoming whole with her – she wonders if she was selfish now as he offers her something abundantly. ]