[ In something akin to wonderment, Venom looks down at Angela, whose body contorts to extract as much pleasure as she can from his every ministration. His tendril had just finished assuming more finger-like proportions before transitioning to a more phallic shape, filling walls that she herself willingly tightens. ]
Our want is yours.
[ His claiming licks have not ceased, all the while. Interrupted though they may be by his occasional speech, his tongue is ceaseless, lavishing Angela's bare skin with a distinct affection... somewhat like a supplicant in reverence. But then his tongue moves, flitting away from her cheek and the side of her neck. The tip starts teasing at the corner of her lip, waiting for her mouth to open - however slightly - to gain entry. He does not go further in, though, refusing to be as invasive above as he is below, because his tongue supports a different goal. It presses against her tongue, lapping it up in languid caress. The closest thing to a kiss he can manage while avoiding the logistical nightmare of involving his gaping, fanged maw. ]
And we want you.
[ At will, the tendril inside her assumes a more finger-like ensemble. He seems invested in switching between the two modes - fingers and phallus - whenever he feels like it, never wanting Angela to get too comfortable with just one. But he feels his own urge to be more direct than his usage of a mere tendril. To put himself inside her like a "normal" lover might.
He can afford to wait. It's titillating enough, for now, to continue watching Angela writhe. To see her succumb to his advances so nakedly, and with so little fear. Which is why he continues fondling her, switching his hand to her other breast. The tendril attending to it previously has likewise abandoned it for the opposite breast, spiraling around its fullness until the tip can stroke her nipple. She will find, all the while, that his tendril below increases in vigor. In force. Pummeling intently, whether with the dexterousness of fingers or the girth of a cock, to make Angela's body shift in place... rocking the bed. ]
You'll serve us when we wish it.
But for now, we serve you.
[ He seems intent on following through with this till Angela reaches her breaking point. Till pleasures mount unsustainably, such that release is her only recourse.
For that to happen, Venom is content with waiting. With watching Angela experience just a taste of what he has to offer. ]
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Our want is yours.
[ His claiming licks have not ceased, all the while. Interrupted though they may be by his occasional speech, his tongue is ceaseless, lavishing Angela's bare skin with a distinct affection... somewhat like a supplicant in reverence. But then his tongue moves, flitting away from her cheek and the side of her neck. The tip starts teasing at the corner of her lip, waiting for her mouth to open - however slightly - to gain entry. He does not go further in, though, refusing to be as invasive above as he is below, because his tongue supports a different goal. It presses against her tongue, lapping it up in languid caress. The closest thing to a kiss he can manage while avoiding the logistical nightmare of involving his gaping, fanged maw. ]
And we want you.
[ At will, the tendril inside her assumes a more finger-like ensemble. He seems invested in switching between the two modes - fingers and phallus - whenever he feels like it, never wanting Angela to get too comfortable with just one. But he feels his own urge to be more direct than his usage of a mere tendril. To put himself inside her like a "normal" lover might.
He can afford to wait. It's titillating enough, for now, to continue watching Angela writhe. To see her succumb to his advances so nakedly, and with so little fear. Which is why he continues fondling her, switching his hand to her other breast. The tendril attending to it previously has likewise abandoned it for the opposite breast, spiraling around its fullness until the tip can stroke her nipple. She will find, all the while, that his tendril below increases in vigor. In force. Pummeling intently, whether with the dexterousness of fingers or the girth of a cock, to make Angela's body shift in place... rocking the bed. ]
You'll serve us when we wish it.
But for now, we serve you.
[ He seems intent on following through with this till Angela reaches her breaking point. Till pleasures mount unsustainably, such that release is her only recourse.
For that to happen, Venom is content with waiting. With watching Angela experience just a taste of what he has to offer. ]