[ Part of her wishes she knew what to call him. Eddie? Venom? There was more complexities when it came down to it for her – from accepting the multi-minded being and the sentiency of the symbiote. How she has to wonder if there was one choosing what to do, one preferring to spread their grasp against her. The thought of both being of one, well-working union was not at the top of her mind.
One of her legs shift, bending at the knee as if angling him better inside of her, where she can have some more control to welcome him inside. As apprehensive as she was at first, ignoring the haunting call that kept her up at night... Angela was falling into a sense of satisfaction. If she had ignored it, would she crumble and weaken? There's no science to this, no manner of which she could make sense of it.
It was a test.
That much was clear.
And Angela planned to ace it.
Her eyes refuse to shut, but flutter with pleasure. There's something to be proud of... that someone as newly bonded, someone as 'new' to this type of pleasure could pull this off. In her hunt for truth, Angela finds herself succumbing to curiosities that consume her as much as he did. Her excitement grows in terms of wetness, of how simple it was for him to partake in her. There was a contrast to the expanse of black that engulfed Eddie, this was... more invasive. Angela catches her bottom lip, the shift in size addressing two different feelings.
The test was real, shifting her frame a bit to try and see which felt more alluring. Her hand shoots down when the thinner, finger-like tendril stroked against the needy ridges inside. She grasps against the mass pushing inside of her, not to control... but to brace herself. That brings her to push him up off of her a bit, so she can look up to her bonded without fear. ]
Do you not have... a preference? Not.. a want of your own? Eddie... Venom, whatever you want to share... Tell me.
[ It leaves her lips before she can even hold back, the more... phallic shape comes into play and drives her to collapse back once more. She is satisfied, warmth heating her up and giving her the first instance of feeling whole. One hand latched down between her legs, the other moves to the tendril on her breast. He wasn't the only one that found a way to cling to the other.
When she once felt teased and sensitive, she now feels full. Her walls spread to fit him, to feel more of his offering with an eager squeeze. ]
Tell me and I'll be honest with you. You won't have to search for an answer when you hear me ... nnn, say it.
[ Isn't there some victory there, at least? She challenges Venom in ways they may not be accustomed, but it feels as if she tries to remain true to herself.. to pretend that this was normal, above all else. ]
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One of her legs shift, bending at the knee as if angling him better inside of her, where she can have some more control to welcome him inside. As apprehensive as she was at first, ignoring the haunting call that kept her up at night... Angela was falling into a sense of satisfaction. If she had ignored it, would she crumble and weaken? There's no science to this, no manner of which she could make sense of it.
It was a test.
That much was clear.
And Angela planned to ace it.
Her eyes refuse to shut, but flutter with pleasure. There's something to be proud of... that someone as newly bonded, someone as 'new' to this type of pleasure could pull this off. In her hunt for truth, Angela finds herself succumbing to curiosities that consume her as much as he did. Her excitement grows in terms of wetness, of how simple it was for him to partake in her. There was a contrast to the expanse of black that engulfed Eddie, this was... more invasive. Angela catches her bottom lip, the shift in size addressing two different feelings.
The test was real, shifting her frame a bit to try and see which felt more alluring. Her hand shoots down when the thinner, finger-like tendril stroked against the needy ridges inside. She grasps against the mass pushing inside of her, not to control... but to brace herself. That brings her to push him up off of her a bit, so she can look up to her bonded without fear. ]
Do you not have... a preference? Not.. a want of your own? Eddie... Venom, whatever you want to share... Tell me.
[ It leaves her lips before she can even hold back, the more... phallic shape comes into play and drives her to collapse back once more. She is satisfied, warmth heating her up and giving her the first instance of feeling whole. One hand latched down between her legs, the other moves to the tendril on her breast. He wasn't the only one that found a way to cling to the other.
When she once felt teased and sensitive, she now feels full. Her walls spread to fit him, to feel more of his offering with an eager squeeze. ]
Tell me and I'll be honest with you. You won't have to search for an answer when you hear me ... nnn, say it.
[ Isn't there some victory there, at least? She challenges Venom in ways they may not be accustomed, but it feels as if she tries to remain true to herself.. to pretend that this was normal, above all else. ]